#yk when he invites you over to his place late at night

[ohlovxr]

mel whyy would you make me think about this!! your eyes literally shine when they look at him sat on his throne and you can’t help but lean forward like you’re in a trance whenever he talks!! and you follow him around everywhere with your books clutched to your chest and cheeks hurting bc every single thing he says makes you laugh. and who can blame eddie for taking advantage of the fact that you’re hopelessly devoted to him after the way everyone in his life treated him?? it’s not like he’s being mean to you! he takes care of you!!

eeekkkkkkk tina!!! everyone in the hellfire club admires him and looks up to him like you saw it on their faces during his first scene right?? so it means so much that he makes it so obvious that you’re his favourite member <33 he goes “hello, m’lady” all jokingly and affectionately in a bad english accent when you walk up to him in the morning because it makes you blush and giggle all cute n he openly sides with you on literally anything when you and the boys are debating something dnd related at lunch

oh but when you say something to back him in front of anybody on literally any topic, which you do pretty much all the time because duh, he throws his arm around your shoulders n squeezes you into him n goes “finally, someone who knows what they’re talking about” to everyone but then grins down at you n goes “smart girl” aksjdkdj

omg and one time, you wear a skirt to school for the first time and he spends the day kinda just staring at you until you get all insecure n ask him if you’ve done something wrong :(( but then he tells you, knowing fully well what he’s doing, “oh no. no, sorry. you just, uh, you look kinda cute. you should wear those more often.” and you do hehe <33 it ends up giving him easy access for when he finally pulls his manipulative little move

[sleepynoons]

megumi x afab!f!reader (characters aged up), nsfw, 18+, not beta read

cw: unprotected sex, marathon sex, angry sex, slight degradation, senpai kink, slight subspace + dubcon, asphyxiation/choking just to be safe

notes: lmk if i missed any tags. anyway, had a megumi thought, and i had to write it out. reader is a little bimbo-coded, but really, i simply believe she's just too focused on fighting to notice her panties are showing and tights just feel too restrictive at times yk. anyway, this was truly just me writing with my clit, so don't take megumi's characterization too seriously.

megumi can’t believe the sight in front of him.

he’s imagined this hundreds – no, thousands – actually, millions – of times in his head, and even then, now that it’s finally happening, you’re more pliant and submissive and quiet than he had expected.

usually, you’re so energetic. always giggling at your phone or bantering with other sorcerers or humming under your breath, you’re so expressive, and you make sure your presence is known, intentionally or not.

and you’re especially relentless with him. since way back in high school, whenever he was in your view, you would race after him and give him the tightest hugs that would have him gasping for air. you would knock on his door in the middle of the night, just to drop off some extra snacks you bought at the convenience store. now, you blow up his phones with ridiculous memes and nonsensical drunk text messages, and he’s often supervising you after exhausting missions to make sure you don’t fall asleep in the bathtub.

but those aren’t his biggest concerns with your behavior. really, it’s that, for someone so strong and with such relentless stamina, you’re so… clumsy.

sometimes, you swing your sword so hard that you lose your own balance. he finds new bruises and cuts blooming across your knees and arms all the time. your butter fingers never cease to drop your water bottle, often spilling it on your white uniform and forcing him to give you his jacket so you can cover yourself up. there’s also the countless times where you’ve forgotten to wear tights underneath your skirt, inevitably flashing yourself… and the fact that he’s seen you only in a bath towel way too many times than he should, especially for someone who’s not dating you…

don’t you understand the uncomfortable position you’re putting him in?

well, tonight was his last straw. in the late afternoon, the two of you finally returned from a week-long mission. the mission was based in okinawa, so he was forced to share a hotel room with you (he’s still cursing the higher-ups for being so stingy). at least there were separate beds, but for all six nights, he had to restrain himself from brushing his fingers against your sleeping face. and as soon as the two of you got back, you invited him over to your place so the two of you could drink together in celebration of wrapping up.

no drinks have been touched. in fact, you didn’t even get the opportunity to enter your kitchen.

as soon as the two of you took off your shoes, he grabbed you by the shoulders to hold you still before dropping down to his knees in front of you.

“kick me if you don’t want this,” he said, looking straight at you.

you only gasped in delight before nodding enthusiastically.

since then, the two of you have been going at it for hours now.

at first, you reacted like he thought you would. loud, sultry moans, dramatic expressions, flailing arms and legs. but now that it’s been – three? four? – rounds, he’s shocked to see you acting quite the opposite.

with his forearms propped to each side of your head, he thrusts into you slowly. it’s hard for him to move when your legs are wrapped around his waist, forcing him close to you, but the slight friction that he can manage has you uttering soft sighs. you’re staring wide-eyed at him with a small, drowsy smile. your hands are holding onto the front of his t-shirt, and you seem to be drinking in the sight of his own flushed face and his abs peeking through.

“senpai, where’d all that energy go?” he asked.

you shake your head, before rubbing your cheek against his hand. you look so content, having his cock inside you, your lips kissed swollen, your tights utterly destroyed.

and at the thought, megumi’s angry again.

he sits up on his knees and adjusts your legs so that he’s holding them up in front of him. now that he’s not restricted, he’s slamming himself into you, hard, fast, without hesitation. you squeak, hands flying to dig your nails into your bedsheet.

he snarls, “at least wear a pair of shorts when you’re sleeping in the same room with someone else.”

you shake your head again and whine. “it’s not comfortable!”

he pulls completely out, before sheathing himself fully again. you finally let out a louder groan.

“i don’t fucking care if it’s uncomfortable - don’t do that shit around me.”

he knows he’s losing you a little, so he doesn’t even wait for a response. he’s broiling with frustration and annoyance, and nothing can stop him.

megumi rants. “i know you don’t even see me as an option, so you think you can do whatever you want around me. but think about my feelings, too. please. have you ever thought about how i’d react, seeing you prance around in nothing but your panties and a thin t-shirt? or your short skirt and sheer tights? would you still dress like that if you were on a mission with any other guy?”

he’s fucking you so hard now, hugging your legs to his chest and using all of his force when he rams his hips into your ass. you’ve fallen silent, again, but not because you want to. your tongue’s lolling out, eyes unfocused, fists unclenching – you’re experiencing the best orgasm of your life.

megumi doesn’t like that. he needs you to listen to what he’s saying. he needs you to understand that, regardless of whether or not you reciprocate his love, he’s teaching you an invaluable lesson, one that you should never forget.

so he turns you over, shoves his dick back into you, and locks an arm under your neck to hold you up.

he growls into your ear, “are you listening to me?”

you’re whimpering and sniffling and gasping, all while holding onto his arms for dear life.

“senpai,” he calls again, sternly, tightening his arms around you a little.

you’re really not able to think, but the tone of his voice forces you to look at him. megumi’s never looked so serious, so furious before, and you feel yourself gush at the observation.

“senpai, you can’t be tightening up like that,” he grits, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “i’m not your boyfriend, so you can’t keep holding onto my dick like this.”

you whine. you wriggle your hips, trying to take him in even deeper even though it’s not possible.

“what, senpai?”

delirious, you mumble, “wanna be your girlfriend. want you to be my boyfriend.”

all that anger – gone. just like that.

megumi knows he ought to be stricter with you, truly discipline you now that he knows you want him like he wants you, but maybe, just maybe, he’s also a little clumsy when it comes to you.

even though he should still be upset, he can’t be bothered to because you’re so sweet, so kind, so accepting. he’s been giving it to you all night, dishing out small punishments and overstimulating you relentlessly, yet you’ve been just taking it all willingly.

yes, he should be more guarded, consider the possibility that you’re just saying those words in the moment or some other rational thought, but he’s clumsy when it comes to you.

clearly, megumi’s losing it.

he flips you over again, grabs you by the face, and smooshes your lips together. teeth scraping, tongues sliding, the kiss is so messy and filthy, and you’re screaming into it when he slides his cock back into you at the same time. you’re going limp – from the intensity of the kiss or the lack of air, it doesn’t matter –, and megumi’s barely pushing through.

he doesn’t stop – doesn’t allow himself to – because he’s trying to give you the best loving of your life. 

“you’re always driving me insane,” he groans.

you clench so tightly at those words, heart overflowing with joy and pleasure, and megumi has no choice but to let go. he’s filling you up again, but this time, he’s giving all that’s left of him – his cum, love, sanity – to you.

[amourtoken]

I will be the brave soldier that tackles this concept that others may be too afraid to tackle 🫡

I was gonna do one big post for the whole group but the Noah part took over so I'll split it into individual parts for you. Here's some stepbro Noah for you 💀

Anyway let's get into it I feel like im virtually stalling lol. Apologies if this is insanely long it may or may not be the longest thing I've ever written so forgive me if it's rambley or not that great.

CW: stepcest, mean/annoying ass Noah, oral (M receiving), dacryphilia, choking, spit, belly bulge, raw sex, facials, squirting, fingering, nipple play, mentions of breeding, Dom Noah ftw always, oral fixation, slapping (just in general, face and pussy yk), and if I missed any others pls let me know

*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*

♡ The day Noah moved in to your dad's house was the worst day of your life unbeknownst to you at the time. He seemed tolerable at first but it took zero time for him to become a raging asshole that lived to torment you it seemed. He always blasts music late at night, is constantly yelling while playing video games with those obnoxious ass friends of his that like to come over and somehow act even more unbearable and he has the audacity to walk around YOUR house like he owns the place when he's only been here for a few months. What a cunt.

♡ Noah loves teasing you as well. He's got a couple years on you and is SUBSTANTIALLY larger than you so somewhere in the back of his mind he feels like you're easy to manipulate and manhandle the shit out of cause he's older, bigger, stronger, ect. He likes the way your voice pitches up in a yelp when he walks by and smacks your ass hard enough to bruise, he couldn't resist, not while you had those little shorts on. He also doesn't think twice abt it being "weird" or anything, he really doesn't even see you as a relative at this point, you're both grown and you've known eachother for like 6 months at the most. The fact his mom wanted to bang your dad has no effect on his life aside from the fact he had to up and move to your city.

♡ every time your parents give you two the house alone, it usually goes one of two ways. Either Noah invites those previously mentioned friends over and you get to listen to them practicing new songs in your living room until your head throbs from the volume or Noah invites some random tinder girl over to fuck half to death while you get the pleasure of listening to it through the thin wall that seperates your rooms. You've done everything to muffle the noise, but the incessant rhythmic slamming of his headboard right against the wall is similar to water torture. If you didn't care about privacy (unlike him, he frequently throws your bedroom door open while you're changing or walks in on you fresh out of the shower) you'd storm into his room and tell him to shut the fuck up but unfortunately you're a nicer person than he is so you suffer for a while longer.

♡ you end up confronting him the next night while he's on a game with his friends (again being eye twitching levels of loud and annoying). You had the decency to knock but when he opens the door he's got his hair tied up halfway, shirtless, and shorts sitting so fucking low on his hips you can see the light trail of hair that runs up his lower stomach to his navel. You hate that he's your type because shouldn't that be weird? He's your step brother, that has to be weird right?

"Yknow if you take a picture it'll last longer, right? My eyes are up here."

♡ Noah apparently clocked your staring and he has this stupid smug grin on his face that you hate. Ultimately how can he be upset for you staring at him when his eyes are always glued to your tits or ass whenever he has the chance?? He has no shame. It's not that he's upset at you, but he knows deep down you're fighting something he gave into ages ago, and he's got you wrapped around his finger whether you like it or not. You can't stand him, or is it that you want to hate him so you don't have to admit your other feelings?

"Can I help you or are you just gonna keep staring at my cock? I'm kinda fucking busy."

♡ he's always been this brash and it still somehow shocks you every time. You hate he's not really wrong, you wouldn't have been looking if his dick didn't leave a scarily large print in those shorts he was wearing. No wonder all those girls he brings over are so fucking loud. You didn't realize you still hadn't said what you came over to say, it felt like your voice was trapped in your throat especially when you looked up at him and those pretty brown eyes of his. God you fucking hate him, you hate that you're jealous of everyone that gets to spend time with him and all of those girls he's brought over to fuck and never say a word to again. He's an asshole but fuck if he isn't a pretty one. You feel like this is wrong but everything about him is wrong so what's new.

"If you want a taste you can just ask."

"Come on baby don't act like you don't think about me how I think about you. I've heard you playing with that little pussy and whining my name before, so you can't really fake hating me now, huh?"

♡ you're literally standing in his doorway dumbfounded at this point. He knew? Oh.

"Bet I could fuck that uptight attitude out of you. Maybe that's all you need, some good dick."

oh!

He shifts from where he's leaning against the doorframe to palm himself through his shorts and your heart feels like it's actually trying to escape your ribcage. Is this even real??? You came over here to bitch at him for being a loud inconsiderate asshole and he's trying to fuck you? Why doesn't he feel like this is wrong, why don't you feel like this is wrong? Why do you have this childish crush on your literal stepbrother? You feel dizzy. Noah has you right where he wants you though, he's been onto you the whole time and he could've just been nicer to you but who doesn't love a good hatefuck? He figured if he broke you down enough he could build you back up into the perfect little in home cock sleeve he knew you really wanted to be. He's fucking gross I need him but he's not wrong, is he?

♡ your eyes flit down from his eyes to his hand that's wrapped around his clothed cock again and you thought your knees would give out. How does that even fit inside anyone?? No wonder his dates sound like they're in a slasher film, they probably feel like they're getting split down the middle. You don't have much more time to think cause he's pulling you into his room and forcing you onto your knees in front of him.

"You're so much nicer when you're not bitching at me for fucking everything. Always wanted to fuck that pretty mouth of yours anyway, can't talk with your mouth full can you?"

Noah laces a large tattooed hand through the hair at the back of your head and you wince at the sting. You feel like your brain is just empty now, honestly this whole thing feels so much like a dream you're not fully convinced it's real, that you're actually letting your stepbrother smear precum on your lips with the tip of his big cock. It's even more threatening when it's not straining against his shorts, the tip is a pretty pink and there's a big thick vein running up the underside. You can't even fit your hand around it entirely, and you're so wet over it you're sure you can see through your pajama pants.

"Open."

♡ you do as you're told and Noah tugs your hair a little more to angle your head back. He's clouded up your brain so much you barely react when he spits directly onto your tongue, reaching to smear the mess around with 2 of his long fingers. You're looking up at him with big puppy eyes that water pathetically when he slides those two fingers down your throat, thrusting them in and out deeper each time to see how well you take him. He laughs when you gag and your eyes water as he sinks his fingers as deep as he can get them, you're such a fucking mess it's pathetic but that's exactly what's making his cock twitch. You're exactly how he needs you.

"gonna be a good girl for me? Let me fuck your throat and maybe I'll make you cum after if you're good."

you squeeze your thighs together to try and get some friction when he slaps his cock on your tongue, he's so fucking heavy and thick you really don't know how he expects to fit anywhere in your body let alone your mouth. Regardless, you try. You reach up to brace your hands on his tattooed thighs and focus on kissing and licking all over the tip, looking up at him when you wrap your lips around it to see his head fall back in a deep sigh. Sure he's gotten head before but something about this situation just makes him so much harder. The hand in your hair tightens and he slowly starts thrusting into your mouth, shallow at first but as you start taking more of him and it gets messy, he starts going much harder.

♡ Noah's fucking your throat so hard you have fat tears spilling down your cheeks, you're trying so hard to take him well but when he sinks in to the hilt and holds you there until you're clawing at this thighs and whimpering around his cock cause you can't breathe you can't help but pull away to catch it.

"God you're such a fucking slut."

He punctuates the phrase by landing a slap on your cheek. Not hard enough to really hurt you but definitely enough to sting. Normally you'd be upset but right now? Fuck you're almost begging him to do it again.

Once you catch your breath you open your mouth expectantly and he's right back to it. This time he has both hands tangled up in your hair while he's fucking your throat. Thank God no one's home cause he's not even trying to be a little quiet, deep moans and growls freely flowing from his mouth. You can't help but feel a little proud of yourself, normally you don't hear him make much noise when he's fucking whoever he's brought over but he's being pretty damn vocal right now. You can tell he's close by the way his thrusts falter and right before he cums he pulls out to paint your face. Whatever doesn't land on your tongue he gathers with his fingers and makes you suck them clean.

♡ you'd think he'd need a while to get hard again but no, he honestly didn't ever stop in the first place. Noah's dragging you up off the floor and nearly ripping your shorts down your legs and shirt off your torso immediately, he's seen you naked on "accident" but now that he really gets to look at you and feel you, fuck it's so much nicer. He steps back to admire your bare form but he can't go 3 seconds without teasing you. He runs his hands up your body to massage your tits and tease your nipples, pinching and playing with them until you're whimpering and teary eyed again.

He "apologizes" by leaning down and laving his tongue over the sensitive skin, making you arch against him and you can literally feel him smiling against your skin. He doesn't pull away before leaving a few dark hickeys on the underside of your tits, admiring his work after.

You don't get much of a break for long before he's picking you up and tossing you onto his bed. You can't help but notice it's neatly made (or was) before he drags your attention back to him by slapping his tip right against your clit, making you yelp. Apparently he liked your reaction cause he did it again, this time with his hand instead and with a little more force. Your voice broke into a whimper as he started rubbing circles on your clit with his fingers to ease the sting from the slap. He's mean but he still wants you to feel good.

"Can you say please? I wanna hear you beg for my cock before I give it to you, gotta know you really want it."

that smug look returns when his name and various pleads spill from your lips while he's sliding his fingers through the slick mess at your entrance, spreading the wetness around and dipping into you just enough to feel how tight you are around his fingers. He's reeling over the thought of how tight you'll be around his cock.

♡ like I said he's mean but he still wants you to feel good, he knows you need some kind of prep before he gets to fuck you. His free hand is slowly stroking his cock while the other is teasing your entrance, gauging your reaction. He starts with just one finger but quickly ends up fucking 3 into you, watching your back arch pathetically off the bed while he curls his fingers right up against that spot inside you that makes black spots flood your vision. You're squeezing his fingers so tight he knows you're close. The hand on his cock comes up to play with your clit and you feel like there's a literal fire lit in your belly.

"Gonna cum for me baby? It's okay, you can. Just let me make you feel good, need you see you fall apart for me."

Your legs are shaking, you're panting and squirming. It really feels like too much and right before you cum you're begging and pleading Noah to slow down cause it's just too much but he doesn't, if anything he's picking up the pace. The sound of your wetness is almost as loud as your moans for him and it only gets worse when that coil in your belly snaps and you nearly scream. You're arching off the bed and clawing at anything you can grab, you've cum before on your own but you've never felt anything this intense and sure as hell never made yourself squirt so this is a first. Noah is elated, his forearm and sheets are fucking drenched but he couldn't care less about the mess he's achingly hard at the fact he got you to squirt at all.

Noah reaches up and makes you clean your mess off his fingers, sliding them down your throat again just to feel you gag around them.

You're so sensitive and your brain is so fuzzy you can barely hold your head up, your chest rising and falling quickly while Noah sizes his length up against your tummy and groans at your size difference. His tip lands right below your navel, fuck, he's gonna demolish you. He's practically dripping like a faucet at this point and can't wait to be inside you, he's wanted this since you two fucking met. Noah leans over you to spit directly on your pussy before spreading it around with his tip and prodding at your slit, he's not even inside and you're whimpering about the stretch just from him resting against you.

"Can I hear you say please one more time, baby?"

♡ you enthusiastically answer, pleading for him to just fuck you and he takes the chance gladly. You knew the stretch was gonna be a lot but fuck when he actually sank balls deep your whole body ached. You were so fucking full it was unreal. You thought he couldn't get deeper but he crawled over you to push your knees up next to your ears and the moan you produced was pornographic. His tip was pressed right against your cervix and every time he thrust into you he knocked against it, it was painful at first but once the initial sting of the stretch wore off you've never felt better.

You swore you could feel him in your stomach he was so deep, and the sound of his hips smacking against yours was filthy. There was that familiar sound of his headboard hitting your shared wall but thankfully this time you weren't annoyed by it, if anything it drove you further.

Noah's moans started out deep in his chest but as he got closer they pitched up almost into whines, he was bucking his hips into yours like an animal in heat and his nails were sinking into your hips hard enough to bruise. He only leaned back a bit to wrap a hand around your throat and squeeze, cutting your moans and whimpers into pathetic strangled sounds.

"F-fuck- fuck fuck- 'm gonna cum- so fucking hard- tell me you want it- fuck, tell me you want me to fill this pretty pussy up-"

Youd never seen or heard him so disheveled but fuck if it wasn't hot. You didn't hesitate to beg for him to cum inside you, it made his head spin at the thought. God this was wrong but he couldn't help but imagine how pretty you'd look carrying his kid either. Noah pulled back just enough to have you in normal missionary, you wondered why but when he pressed his hand on your lower stomach you figured it out pretty quick. He could feel exactly where he was inside you and was rutting against his hand through you like you were nothing more than a toy. He only stopped so he could grab your hand and have you feel as well. His dick made a noticeable bulge in your belly every time he thrust into you, and it only made you ache at the thought. He really was ruining you for anyone else.

♡ Noah slid a hand between your bodies to tease your clit while he picked up the pace of his own sloppy thrusts. He was gonna cum but he needed you to cum with him. The hand on your throat absentmindedly tightened and you were seeing black spots flood your vision already but when he sank as deep as he could possibly get and whimpered as he came you couldn't stop yourself from toppling over the same edge. You thought you'd never cum so hard in your life earlier but now? This was really it. You sank your nails into his arm hard enough to draw blood while you convulsed under him, breaking into sobs of his name while he ground his hips into yours.

Noah pulling out left you with a horrible emptiness and you almost begged him to stay for just a bit longer. He was considering it himself but his thoughts were cut short when you both heard the front door downstairs open.

Shit.

Noah nearly threw you out of bed, scrambling to pull his shorts back on. Your clothes were strewn everywhere and you didn't have time to hunt for them so you picked up the first shirt you could find off his floor and put it on before racing back to your own room. Thank God you made it quick cause Noah's cum was still dripping down your thighs.

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*also just saw the rb but tagging @somebodyllelse cause I almost forgot 😭

[dollishbabess]

your writing is literally so underrated, I love how you write reader as a actual person and not babyish ilyy, ALSOO when are you gonna write for tim and Damian and Bruce you only write for Jason mostly 😭, but write them maybe like a tim fic or hcs? <3!

TIM DRAKE DATING HCS! - dollish

A/n: actually, stay tuned for October for my romtober series which each batboy (except Bruce) has a week and fic prompts!! And also tysm I try, I don’t like personally how y/n is written either too badass or either too soft either so I understand🩷

1. Midnight Research Sessions Tim loves to pull all-nighters, and when dating, he often invites you to join him. These sessions aren't just about crime-solving; he includes random deep dives into shared interests or new topics. It's his way of showing that he wants to connect with you on multiple levels, valuing the bond that comes from exploring knowledge together.

2. Organizational Obsession Tim's meticulous organization skills extend into the relationship. He keeps a digital archive of your favorite things music, books, random facts you've mentioned so he never forgets even the smallest details. It's his way of making you feel seen and valued, ensuring that no part of you is ever overlooked.

3.Themed Date Nights Tim is surprisingly creative when it comes to planning dates. He organizes intricate, themed adventures that often tie back to his detective skills like treasure hunts or escape room-style challenges. He loves putting in the effort to make every moment special because he believes that shared experiences create the best memories.

4. Incorporating Tech into Romance As someone who's always around technology, Tim uses it to his advantage in romantic gestures. He might design a personalized app just for the two of you, where you can leave secret messages or keep track of your favorite moments together. It’s his way of expressing love through what he's naturally skilled at.

5. Sudden “You’re Safe” Hugs Whenever he’s been busy with a mission or stressed, Tim has a habit of hugging you out of nowhere. It’s his silent reassurance to himself that you’re okay, and he didn’t miss out on spending another moment with you. Given how much he’s lost in his life, these hugs are his way of grounding himself in the present with someone he loves.

6. Comfort in Chaos Tim can be a bit of a workaholic, but when you’re around, he always makes room for you in his chaotic schedule, whether it’s inviting you to hang out while he’s deep in case files or finding time to text you between missions. To him, having you nearby in the midst of his chaos is a reminder that there’s something good waiting for him outside of work.

7. Endearing Rambling Tim tends to go off on passionate tangents about things he loves, and it often ends up being one of the ways he shows affection. He wants you to understand his world, and he feels safe enough to share every little thought with you, even if he knows he might be rambling.

8. The Hoodie Collector As someone who wears hoodies often, Tim always lets you borrow his, and he secretly loves seeing you in them. Over time, he starts leaving his hoodies at your place on purpose, subtly marking his presence in your life. It’s a simple but intimate way for him to feel connected to you, even when he’s not around.

9. Late-Night Coffee Runs Tim has an odd sleep schedule, and sometimes he’ll take you out for spontaneous coffee runs in the middle of the night. These trips aren’t just about caffeine it’s his way of escaping the pressures of being a hero, finding solace in mundane moments with you, even though he prefers energy drinks but it’s more “aesthetic” for coffee dates yk?

10. Gentle Wake-Up Calls Knowing that he often wakes up early or has inconsistent sleep patterns, Tim takes pride in waking you up gently with a kiss on the forehead or by playing your favorite song. It’s his small way of making your mornings brighter and ensuring that he’s the first one to greet you at the start of each day because he knows how hard it is to wake up (himself personally for Mr. Doesn’t sleep)

11. Intellectual Challenges Tim loves a good intellectual debate, and he often initiates them with you to see things from your perspective. He doesn’t just want someone who agrees with him; he wants someone who can challenge him, and it’s his way of showing that he respects and admires your intelligence.

12. Hidden Love Notes Even though he’s not overly sentimental, Tim is known to leave little post-it notes or encrypted messages for you to find. They range from sweet nothings to random jokes or clues for a mini-puzzle he’s set up for you, showing that he’s thinking about you even in his busiest moments, he personally used to write fake love notes and throw them around school so people would find it and just create drama PROBLEMATIC KING!💜

13. Training Partner Tim appreciates someone who can keep up with him, so he loves having you as his training partner. It’s not just about staying fit it’s his way of ensuring that you can take care of yourself and that he can trust you to handle danger if it ever comes your way.

14. Silent Staring Sometimes, Tim just stares at you without saying a word, especially when he’s exhausted. It’s not that he’s spacing out; he’s just soaking in your presence, finding comfort in the fact that you’re there, and it reminds him that there’s more to life than constant problem-solving, but Bruce will just stare at you with no shame and will just STARE at you directly which is a bit uncomfortable sometimes.

15. Endearing Awkwardness Tim can be awkward with expressing emotions, but he tries so hard when he’s with you. He might stumble over words or make awkward jokes, but it’s his genuine effort to be vulnerable that makes these moments special. He believes that you deserve all of him, even the parts that aren’t as polished or perfect.

Second divider @cafekitsune, DO NOT TRANSLATE OR PUT ON A DIFFERENT PLATFORM, this is @dollishbabess work!

[thebestandrealestever]

NOT YOU TOO PART 2!!

1610 miles morales x black fem reader(?) hobie brown x black fem reader!

part 1: https://rb.gy/bfwe9

warnings : cussin, use of n word, rebound(?)

sum:hobie kinda 🤭, miles tried to apologize. a/n: HEY BOOKIES LMK IF YAAL LIKE IT, PSA : READER CHOOSES HOBIE/HERSELF!!! SOSORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, I HAVENT BEEN FEELIN THE BEST!!

the next morning u woke up alone, to a note on your nightstand that contained : “i had a late night mission wish i could’ve stayed longer. i seen your ig story, tryna pop out with me already pretty?” you pick up the note and smile as you read it then dropped your face in your hands you remembered the events of last night. sighing as you open your phone to 1 new text message from “hobie 🎸” 10 new text messages from “my boy 👦🏽.” 20 new instagram dms from “miles morales”. 3 new text messages from “gwen” 35 new instagram dms from “margo kess.” 20 new story reactions from instagram. you audibly groan at all the replies but what did u really expect, one day u were in the happiest rls and the next you flicking up w a new nigga. before reading all the messages you went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror at how tired you looked. your eyes rimmed with red from all the tears when hobie was asleep. even though he hurt u, your feelings didn’t just go away in a night. you took a long shower to digress, once u got out u finally checked your phone. through the sea of apologies, “can we talk”, and margo bein confused asfc the only message that matter to you right now was “pav’s throwin a party @ 9, wanna go?” kicking your feet when u flopped onto the bed you replied “yea, pick me up .” it was only 1pm, so u had the whole day. you called margo to come over and when she did you asked her about the party. “hobie invited me a to a party tonight” you said like it was nothing as u we’re getting in the car on your way to the mall. “WHATTT?? wait is it pav’s party?? cause if it is yk miles AND gwen gon be dere.” you rolled your eyes at their names “they can be there idgaf, i’m going to dance on my man and have a good time. i don’t know nun bout that.” margo wheezed and got out, as you both were shopping for outfits amongst other things you needed. when you got from the mall it was 6:30 giving u 2 hrs nd 30 minutes to get ready. margo decided to get ready at your place so you told hobie that she would take u and u guys would just meet there. after you got ready u n margo took a pic, posting it on ur ig story “pregaming w my fav 👯‍♀️” was the caption and miles slid up almost instantly “what party? pavitrs?” you laughed at how desperate he sounded leaving him on read. when you got there margo ditched u for her man, leaving you to roam the halls under blasting music and harsh color changing lights. you and margo had smoked a blunt before you came so you were a lil buzzed. as you scoured the house for a familiar face you were met the one you wanted to see the most, you strolled up the hobie looking up at him. “hey, why u wallsittin?” you quipped at him before joining him on the wall, he sipped whatever concoction was in his red cup and laughed, lowly and raspy. “was waiting for u” he glanced over his shoulder down at you and your stomach did flips u couldn’t even do. you pull out your phone and take a picture of y’all two captioning it “🫶🏽🫂.” and again miles slid up on sum more bs.

“wtf (name)?” you showed hobie the text and he huffed. after you put your phone back into your pocket you grabbed hobies hand “dance with me baeee” he didn’t say anything back but just followed you to wherever everyone else was dancing. miles irking ass mustve been looking for u cause you saw him out the corner of eye so you just turned the other direction and continued swaying w the fine nigga behind u.

MILES POV!!

“(name) won’t fucking respond, gwen doesn’t mean anything to me. she was upset ab-about her dad! and i was tryna be there for her. i don’t love her i love (name) with everything in me. i would never hurt her. and hobie really? his big lanky ass is built like a deep breath. he stay plotting on my relationship.” miles said out loud to his empty car trying to convince no one but himself. he scrambled his mind for an excuse but it always came to one thing. “shit, how i do that to her. why would i do that to her.” he opened his phone to 5 new messages from gwen. he didn’t read any of them just replied “it’s over, i don’t love u. and i don’t wanna see u again.” he went on instagram to pass time, clicking on your store first he saw hobie, ‘this nigga again ima beat the fuck out of his wide neck ass.’ he thought while getting out of the car and walking into the party. he talked with ganke and 42 miles before seeing u, and him. y’all made eye contact before he saw you turn around. ‘this nigga MUSTTTT wanna get fucked up, why he all up on my girl??’ he said under his breath as he walked up to the pair, “i need to talk to u.” you and hobie stopped dancing and faced miles, hobie looked him up and down and put his arm around your shoulder while miles acted like hobie wasn’t even there. “we have nothing to talk about.” the bluntness in your voice made miles eyes lower. “please baby l-“ “don’t call me that.” “please. let me explain” miles put his hand on your arm with pleading eyes, the same eyes he gave you when you first met, when you first kissed. he saw your face soften and he let go of your arm. hobie saw your face change too, as he turned around and you were about to follow him hobie grabbed your hand with a ‘are u sure?’ look, you smiled at him and he let go allowing u to catch up with miles.

he lead you to a secluded room and closed the door. when you turned on the lights the look on his face made you sympathize with him, his eyes big and lips pressed into a thin line. you decided to speak up first, “you really hurt me. ian done nothing but be good to u. why would u do that?” you say trying not to let your voice betray you. he snaps his head up at you hanging on to every word moving closer to you to make damn sure he didn’t miss a single syllable. “i love- i loved you miles. why didn’t u just be straight up and say u didn’t wanna be with me anymore.” you say refusing to look at him, especially in the eye. knowing if you did your mind would betray you. “i don’t know. i love you not her. i promise. remember our first anniversary? i told you i would never hurt you. but i did, i fucked up a good thing and im so sorry. you gave me a piece of your heart and i wasn’t careful with it like i should’ve been. like i will be. i need you princess, my pretty pretty princess. please.” he said grabbing your chin so you could look at him, he almost sounded sympathetic..?

YOUR POV!!

could he mean it? could he be sorry? your eyes softened as you looked into his own. you didn’t want to fall into his trap that was his gaze again, but you couldn’t help it. you never could, “i can’t trust you miles. i didn’t give you a piece of my heart, i gave you the whole thing. and i guess she did too, but you can’t hold two hearts in one hand.” u say breaking your face away from his hand, you were not going to let miles see you vulnerable again, he doesn’t say anything. “i think i need to distance myself. you don’t love me, and i refuse to put myself in the position to get humiliated again.” you say pushing past him to open the door as he stood there humiliated. his eyes filled with tears and he left the party, not wanting to see anyone. you walked back to the main room your throat burning as you held your tears in. you spotted hobie and said to him quietly “can we go?” he only took your hand and led you outside through all of the people. as you got in hobies car you texted margo, “hobies taking me home, text me later.” she didn’t reply probably because she was dancing or doing whatever w her bf “what happened?” he glanced at you over his shoulder as he drove to your house. “miles tried to apologize or whateva.” you said softly trying not to cry. hobie’s heart skipped a beat, he had feelings for you and if you went back to the same boy who messed up such a perfect thing, he was gon blow the top off this bitch. “yea? whatchu say back?” he say rubbing your thigh trying to play it off but it was really eating him up inside. “i told him i couldn’t be with someone i didn’t trust.” you say to him looking at him as his face relaxes and he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “that’s good, you deserve so much better. you deserve everything.” he whispered the last bit but you heard it all too clear. you widen your eyes before turning your head out the window. “are you hungry? we could go get something to eat whatever u want.” “i think i just want you to go home with me.” you said turning your head to look back at him, u could hear the grin in his voice,

“okay pretty. let’s go home”

[toohappi]

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗪/ 𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 - ★

‘Im so happy you’re here with me,Nakahara’

A little fic I wrote for a friend and decided to post it here!!

Minor sexual content but just thigh riding + gender neutral reader + probably not a canon reaction but yk.

ʚɞ ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱

Chuuya wasn’t seen as a very affectionate individual to some,that didn’t mean he didn’t care, more or so he just didn’t know how to perceive affection,physically at least.

He’d prefer to scold you and help you while doing so or awkwardly hold you, it was cute because you knew he was trying and you’d do anything to keep helping him slowly open up more.

One thing he didn’t mind and found himself loving the most about you though were your lips, they were always so warm and inviting anything you placed a kiss on him, whether it was his forehead, cheek, lips, neck, anywhere really he didn’t mind.

He enjoyed the warm and inviting feeling his lovers kisses gave him. It made him feel sweet, it gave him a sense of security.

You were the most affectionate out of the two, you weren’t really interested in sex but didn’t mind it when you found it happening, as long as you two were near each other indulging into each others warmth it was alright, He didn’t mind it when it was you.

Speaking of sexual activity Chuuya wasn’t known for being a pervert, sometimes when it came to you he didn’t know what to do with himself, and sometimes he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, he wanted to touch you and indulge the best way he knew how. For you he’d definitely try.

One particular night he’d gotten home from late, sometimes he would since he’d have to deal with Dazai, you were aware of his line of work and didn’t get upset about it when he’d come home late some nights. When he came home he’d always make sure to shower and then come look for you.

When he realized you weren’t here he was bummed out. It was one of those nights when you came home late also. Since you weren’t here he just decided to freshen up and wait for you In bed. Turning on some show he had no intentions on watching, just something to pass the time till you came home.

You walked in about an hour after him, taking off your shoes and leaving your bags by the door, too lazy to care. You walked up the stairs absolutely exhausted as you walked into the room, it was dark , the only light being the tv illuminating his orange hair. you softly smiled grabbing your pajamas and undergarments and headed to go shower, you stayed in for a few and then got out, drying off and throwing on your clothes as you walked into the bedroom, going and dipping into the bed next to the orange haired boy.

You layed down and almost instantly he clinged to you he’d missed you so much and seeing him cling to you made you smile.

“I missed you idiot”

He spoke first,voice soft and low from the exhaustion, you nodded, whispering something that he guessed was an “I missed you too” as he buried his face into your soft neck, taking in the sweet fresh smell of his lover he’d missed so much. You tapped his thigh,softly asking if he wanted to lay on you.

he got a little flustered at the question but said yes as he climbed ontop of you, you took a second to admire how absolutely ethereal he looked in this moment.

His pretty ginger hair he usually kept into a ponytail now out and hanging slightly past his shoulders and his bangs covering his eyes slightly, if you hadn’t known him he could’ve easily been mistaken for a pretty girl, his soft features in the dimly lit room, the only light being the tv had been on.

Compared to Chuuya you were bigger, he was a good 5’3 but argued that he was taller than that and that you were “simply just too tall” and you were a good 5’6-5’7 , not as tall but tall enough to tower over him slightly.

You took more time to admire the fact that he’d been wearing one of your shirts, you could tell by the way it was slightly oversized and hung off his shoulders in a way that gave him a messy/distraught sleeper look. He bent down giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, you’d always appreciated his small kisses and loving gestures, you took your soft hand lightly grabbing his chin and placing a soft kiss on his lips, you intended for it to be short but Chuuya wasn’t going to let that happen, you softly smiled against the kiss, taking a second to speak

“I missed you so much, Nakahara”

You spoke between the kiss, his name sliding off your tongue so sweetly in a way that made him melt, your tone and voice it’s-self was enough to tip him over the edge, he gave a soft groan.

one hand holding his waist as you sat up still holding him on your waist, taking your other hand to join on his waist.

He didn’t mind and infact he loved it, he took his hands wrapping them around your shoulders deepening the kiss further, parted his lips a bit and you took that as an invite to slip your tongue through, exploring his warm mouth, soft , sweet lips colliding with yours with a perfect fit, as if his lips were made to fit perfectly against yours, for you and only you.

He was growing needy, and you wanted to feed into it, unfortunately still too tired to engage in “those” activities you decided to shift him slightly so he was hoisted on your thigh, hands still on his waist, sliding under the shirt he was wearing to hold onto warm, bare skin, lightly gripping his hips and helping him grind against your thigh, the gesture caught him off guard and he let out a soft whimper.

Cute.

It wasn’t rare for him to make those sounds but it also wasn’t too common, so you’d do anything to relish in those moments and do whatever’s possible to hear more of those sweet sounds. His lips still against yours trying his best to keep them connected as he grinded feverishly against your soft thigh, he let out a series of soft whimpers and heavy breaths.

“You feel good love? Are you enjoying this”

A hint of tease seeping through your voice, he wanted to speak but his mind was hazy and too far gone to try to think of a response, a gesture so small driving him so insane, just the fact you’re touching him and indulging in such a way makes his brain cloud and mind hazy. He loved it and he loved you.

He pulled away from the kiss,chest heaving and body hot, his bangs sticking to his forehead with soft pants escaping his lips, as he buried his face into your shoulder letting out gasps trying his best to contain himself. Knowing you didn’t mind the noises but he still found being so vocal embarrassing, you softly moved your hands to his lower back and softly rubbed, his body trembled from all the pleasure he was feeling.

“Mm close”

He was able to say softly, chest rising and falling as he continued to grind so eagerly against your leg, he was so,so cute.

You let him grind as hard and fast as he needed, he threw his head back riding it out, chest heaving and knuckles white from gripping onto you so hard, a loud moan escaped as he trembled when he finished riding it out, you softly smiled, just watching him in the heat of the moment, soft bangs stuck to his head and soft skin now damp from sweat, adorable.

He fell slack into your arms breathing still heavy as he tried to recollect himself.

“I love you”

He said before he drifted off, breathing slowly steadying as you rubbed his lower back, you softly smiling kissing his head and whispering a soft “I love you two” as you layed back drifting off with him in your arms .

✩

[mera-k1]

Can we get transfem!reader with Allen like, she had been anxious to confess to Allen, afraid that he might reject her bcs she's trans but then turns he had been having crush on her too for a while? Maybe with anne spilling the beans to Allen that he got a not-so-secret admirer~ :D

ofc, nonnie!! enjoy♡♡

Pride Event - June 6th

Allen Sugasano x transfem!reader

-fluff, actually so proud of this one so i hope you guys enjoy..

-ahh.. so u like allen?-

-yes! he's so cute:((-

-thennn, why don't u tell him, (name)? i'm sure he likes u too!-

you bit your lip as you watched anne type and send that message. hurriedly, you typed a message back.

-i can't do that!-

anne typed for a moment and then stopped. you nervously bit your nail, typing out something else and stopped before sending it, watching a message appear from their end.

-look, if being trans is what u're worried about then look at me! gender didn't stop allen from being friends with me, yk!-

another message quickly came after their first one.

-plus, u and him are already friends too so there's nothing to worry about-

anne sighed as they watched you type and stop countless times. it was late at night and they had only gotten home from club candy not long ago. placing their phone on their bed, they got up and walked off towards allens room. the door was cracked open, letting out a sliver of bright light into the dark apartment.

"allennn." anne opened the door, inviting themselves into his room. he was mumbling something to himself as he clicked away at his computer, eyebags present under his eyes. sighing, they walked over and clonked him on the head, jerking the music zombie out of him.

"huh- wha-? anne?" he looked up in a daze at them, almost too out of it to even be upset with them for clonking him on the head like that. "that kinda hurt y'know.." he rubbed the top his head. sitting down beside him, anne reached to grab his phone causing a surprised shout from allen. "hey-! that's my phone, what're you doing with that?!"

"be quiet, hajun's sleeping," they said as they typed in the password. allen nervously watched as anne swiped through his phone before landing on the messaging app and scrolling through contacts.

"so- uh.. what are you doing...?" he hesitantly asked as they stopped scrolling when you contact popped up.

"helping you out," they answered as if it was obvious, "this is (name), right?" they pointed to a contact with a name different from the rest of the contacts. he responded with a nod and anne clicked, the message, typing a quick message.

-u up?-

"that is NOT how i type!" he snatched the phone from annes hand and watched as you respond almost immediately.

"that is so how you type, allen."

-yea i'm up. wsp?-

"why'd you text her?! how is that 'helping me'??" he looked over at anne, confused and tired. they sighed in response.

"you really are dumb, allen," another buzz came from his phone.

-did u need help or smth?-

they could just imagine the amount of messages they were getting on their own phone from you now... "tell her that you like her already! you've been holding out long enough, i'm tired of being the one in the middle!" allens fingers froze as he was typing a quick apology to you about how anne had texted you, not him.

"wh-?!" he sputtered out some nonsense excuse about how he couldn't do that yet as his face turned red.

"she likes you too, allen," anne gave him a reassuring pat on his shoulder, "just ask her out already!" a final pat on his shoulder was given before they left the room, leaving allen alone and staring at his phone and his mind going at what felt like a million miles a minute.

-no it's not that-

you had a hunch anne had done something when they had stopped responding to your texts so suddenly when you knew they had to still be awake. and then allen texting you out of the blue? too much of a coincidence. or maybe you were just over thinking...

you kept deleting and retyping messages before just sending a question mark. okay, maybe that was too uninterested...

-can u call?-

a message buzzed a moment later.

-please?-

-wait nvm. i'll just tell u rn-

okay... weird but not unexpected from allens spontaneous decision making skills. you watched patiently as he typed and typed for what felt like hours, your heart beginning to beat faster as you wondered what he could possibly be typing for so long. did he not want to be friends with you? or maybe he just missed talking to you? well.. those two options seemed kind of stupid to think about but you didn't want to consider the possible third option that seemed even more farfetched than either of those.

-i kinda rlly rlly like u-

it took him that long just to type that? you couldn't blame him and you could only imagine his thinking face as he turned it over in his mind on how he could phrase it.

-you're so stupid, allen.-

-i like you too-

-<3-

[dimpledlavendeer]

『 Enhypen's hyung line when they have to share the bed with their s/o for the first time 』

Warnings: none, this is fluff! May contain typos🙈

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Heeseung

It's the first time he came to stay in your place

He would be so excited and happy in general

At first you didn't realize that you have to share the bed until he asked where he was gonna sleep

You were like "oh shoot I didn't think about it but I think we can share my bed"

He was like "yOUr BED?"

"Yeah"

He would be like: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

You would look at him like "?"

"Oh you are s-serious." *nervously laughs*

"Yes I am if you don't want to then for-"

"NO NO NO I WANT TO... ehm i-i mean ofc we can share the bed baby."

"Are you high Heeseung?"

"No" *gives you an awkward smile*

"Nevermind I will just sleep on the couch Heeseung, good night."

But before you could reach the door he would really dash to get to the door before you

Only to close it and lock it to make you stay with him

Now he's blocking the door with a cute but shy smile

"I'm sorry for the way I reacted okay let's just sleep hm?" He would say pouting trying to soothe you

"Fine oh my gosh you're something else today" you'd say with a sigh

Once you two can finally get in the bed with your backs turned towards each other, he would change his position to turn your side

He'd sneakily get close to you until you could feel his breath

You'd try to ignore him first but he would start playing with your hair

He would do anything to get your attention

He'd brush his nose on the spot under your ear

When you would finally turn your face to him he would place a soft kiss on your lips

"I think we should do this more baby" he would say winking

"Shut up and sleep big baby" you would say before kissing his nose and hugging him to sleep

Jay

Belive me when I say he planned it out

Bc he did (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

He would invite you to his place to stay over for the night

Would be so so so kind with you to make you feel at home

He probably would also cook for you

Probably bought all kind of snacks that you like

When you felt sleepy you asked him where you could sleep

He would be like: "Well..there's one bed and that's in my room... but it's big 😏"

"So you're offering your bed to me awww so sweet baby, thanks I'll sleep like a baby"

"NO I mean yEs.. I thought we could share the bed yk" he would shrug it off glancing at you

You would understand he had planned this out when he asked for you to stay that night

You would actually find it cute

When you guys finally get into bed he would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you towards him

He would close his eyes and just smell your hair thinking how lucky he is to have you there

"Thank you for staying here today y/n"

"Well since you've treated me so well I might as well come more often" you would say making him giggle

Jake

It will happen so randomly and he would be so cool with it

Like one night he would come to your place to spend some time with you but you two won't realize what time it is until it's too late and he is too tired to go back home

"Well you can stay here tonight if you want Jake, it's too late"

"You're right but are you sure it's okay for me to stay?"

"What do you mean ofc I am okay with it" you would say wrapping your arms around his neck

" I mean there's only one bed baby and we haven't slept together before yk, I would understand if you aren't okay with it seriously" he would say trying to make sure you are okay with everything

"Its okay I promise"

When you get in bed to sleep he wouldn't even move, just lay there like a stone

He would try his best to make you comfortable that's why he wouldn't make any noise and won't try to get close to you

He would relax if you pull him closer and hug him putting your head on his chest

"Relax Jake I'm fine, I wanna sleep hugging my boyfriend tonight"

He would smile and pull you closer to him, kissing your forehead

"I love you y/n"

" I know you do 😌"

"I-"

"Okay okay I love you too Jake good night~"

"Good night"

Sunghoon

This would again happen randomly

You would be on a trip or something with the boys

And you went with them because Sunghoon invited you

You were gonna stay in a motel for the night as pairs

Ofc Sunghoon and you would stay in the same room

You two both wouldn't realize you would have to share the bed until your get in the room and see there's only one bed and both of you are too tired to ask for changing in rooms or an extra bed

He would be so shy when he realizes the situation

"You sleep I'll just use the couch y/n"

And ofc you wouldn't let him bc he can barely fit the couch lmao

"Hoon you barely fit the couch it's ok we can share the bed"

"No I'm fine like this fr"

"Then I'll go ask if there's an empty room or something" you would say giving up on trying to convince him, a little bit taken aback from the fact that he just refuses to sleep with you for one night

He would hold you by your wrist "No no stay here, it's okay baby"

"I am not just gonna let you sleep on the couch so it's fine Sunghoon"

He would realize you're irritated by the way you sound

"Okay i won't sleep on the couch" he would say looking away to hide his burning cheeks

"Good" you would say smirking at his blushing face

You would lay down on the bed while he takes a quick shower

He would get into bed unable to look you in the eye

He would just say "Good night" and turn his back to you

You would find it so cute that he's trying to cool it off but on the inside he's just screaming at the fact that you two are sleeping on the same bed

So you would get closer and hug his waist from behind, pushing your nose to his back

He would let out a loud sigh trying to contain his heart beat that you already can feel under your hand

"You good baby?" You would ask with a teasing voice

"Yeah why?"

"I mean your chest is about to explode and you don't even look at me.." you would say raising your head to take a look at his face which he was trying to hide "Are you getting shy that we are sleeping together?"

"HAH ME? WHY WOULD I? ARENT YOU MY GF? ITS NORMAL TO SHARE A BED WITH YOUR GF OKAY?" He would turn around literally yelling without realizing, his face and lips red because of how overwhelmed he is

You wouldn't be able to hold your giggle while giving him a small kiss on the lips

"I'm sure you aren't shy hoonie, you are lucky that I'm too tired to tease you so I'm just gonna ignore your tomato face, good night" you would say hugging him

"Good night" he would respond trying to contain his own laughter while hugging you tight

[papipopsicle]

AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

Words: 2.1K

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

part eight?

wanna be tagged? just send in an ask x

[gyuphorias]

nah bc imagine beomgyu coming back to the dorms late and tired, not seen you in a really long time only to find you in his room (the members let you in secretly and told you to hide) and giving him a surprise, ambushing him in hug saying about how you could stay the night for a sleepover and the members and giggling at his shocked and happy face 😭 and then you guys just spend the whole night doing things together and cuddling, probably watching a film, him showing you a new melody he made on his guitar, listening to music and catching up and then in the morning when you gotta leave early (bc you're a bust person too yk 🙄) he's just pouting, telling you not to go

I just love beomgyu 😢

-🍵

me when this idea: </3 i just want beom so bad rn :(

he's been working so, so hard for the last few weeks and he hasn't been able to see you. he misses you, everything about you, and he's gone without seeing you or talking to you for so long. the boys want to surprise him for working so hard lately, so they invite you over and get you to hide in his room, right behind his door so that when he walks in, you wrap your arms around him from behind, laughing when he startles so bad that he almost screams before turning around and realizing it's you. he wraps you up so tightly, his cheek squished against your head, holding you like he hasn't seen you in years.

you spend the night cuddling and laughing and watching movies. you do face masks together, giggling at how silly they make you look. he shows you the pictures of toto that his mom sent him a few days ago. when you finally lay down to sleep, you lay facing each other so you can keep chatting and so beomgyu has access to brush you hair away from your face and to kiss you every so often. you wake up hours later, the sun just starting to rise and unfortunately, you have to rise with it. as you start shuffling out of beomgyu's arms, he wraps them tighter around you, cuddling his face into your shoulder and neck. "please don't go. wan' you to stay with me today." you sigh, a little conflicted because you have work, but you also haven't been with beom in a while. though you're struggling to make a decision, your boyfriend makes it for you, keeping you firmly tethered to him, downright refusing to let you get out of bed. "call out today. please? your boyfriend misses you."

and he's being so cute, so sweet, so you really can't bring yourself to deny him. especially when he snuggles himself into you impossibly further and hums in content, like this is the only place he ever wants to be :(

[bbugyu]

jeonghan always looked at you in a way you had never been seen before, but it was because you were the center of his universe.

love line | fye | all night parking | winners circle

wc.9.2k (fml lol) | jeonghan x gn gose pd!reader (vagina bearing), smut, fluff, filthy language, eating, drinking, so much teasing, tw jeonghan's love language, the pronouns and petnames are neutral but they very hesitantly call hannie "oppa" im so sorry, morning boning, me vs calling jeonghan a prick (term of endearment), oral (fem receiving), protected sex, overstim, ass slappin' (jeonghan is an ass man change my mind), dumbification LMFAO, they don't say i love you but damn is it implied

guess who's back. back again. brainrot's back. tell a friend. i literally wanted to just write gyucheol and be happy but instead jeonghan INFECTED MY FUCKING SKULL and now you get a nearly 10k smut heavy love line sequel! fucking oops? anyways sorry again for just making myself the mc i really have issues when it comes to jeonghan. shout out to this anon for suggesting jeonghan + for your entertainment u are literally the reason this happened tho the sex is much softer than the song would imply its just the FEELING behind it yk. aaaand here’s the playlist. enjoy!

jeonghan had a habit of calling upon you for last minute dinner dates. you only had to be on set or location for shoots every couple of weeks, but you were one of the team members that participated in planning production, so you spent most of your week scheduling and preparing. booking venue, reserving cars, arranging for the crew to arrive early to set up cameras, etcetera. jeonghan was busy, too, despite finishing home;run promotions - it was time to start practicing for end of year festivals and award shows. that, however, didn't stop him from calling you past midnight to see if you were still conscious enough to eat something.

"did i wake you?" he asked, glancing at the clock on the wall of the practice room. "i didn't think about how late it was, i'm sorry."

"i was awake," you assured, stretching out on your couch. "i've been looking for venues for next year."

"still?" he asked. "it's way past office hours."

you sighed. "i had to go to the studio today, so i was too busy to look," you said, putting your laptop on the floor. "do you think the guys would want to go to ganghwado for a shoot?"

"please don't make it that far away," jeonghan pleaded, and you could hear the pout on his lips. "i don't want to drive that far."

you giggled, thinking about how he had already volunteered to drive nearly the same distance in a couple of days. "understood. thank you for your input."

he grinned, grabbing his bag off the floor. "have you eaten?"

"not really," you said, stifling a yawn. "not since six, but it's too late to eat now."

"no it isn't," he quipped immediately. "i need to eat. do you wanna join me?"

you sighed. "i want to, but i'm too lazy. go eat something good for the both of us."

jeonghan was half way down the hall, raising the hand that was carrying his bag in acknowledgement at soonyoung, who was silently asking if he was going with them back to the dorm. "i wanna see you. can i come over?"

you looked around. "it's a bit messy."

"i don't mind."

"i don't have food."

"i'll get something delivered."

you groaned, exasperated. "you're not invited."

jeonghan grinned. "i'll see you in forty?"

you smiled despite yourself. "you'll see me in forty."

it wasn't the first time jeonghan had been to your place - he had convinced you before, too, saying he just wanted to see your face. hear your voice. it had only been a week since you'd filmed at the high school (and the succeeding events that occurred in the bathroom), but just about every day following, jeonghan seemed to use anything as an excuse to talk to you and see you as often as physically possible. you didn't argue, though - you wanted to see him, too. so you enjoyed the last minute dates when he would come over to watch a movie with you before falling asleep in the cab ride back to his dorm. his scratchy voiced phone calls as soon as he woke up, when you had already been working for several hours. his video chats from the company building while you were laying in bed, willing yourself to not fall asleep on the line with your blankets up to your chin. despite the fact that he was only a short 30 minute drive from you - depending on traffic - it almost felt like you were in different timezones.

until, of course, jeonghan appeared at your door bright eyed and bushy tailed at one in the morning. you just smiled at him sleepily and let him engulf you in a hug after he dropped his bag to the floor behind you, and he took off his baseball cap when you accepted the slow kiss he put on your lips. he smelled like body wash, and you vaguely thought about how he must have showered before he came.

"what's this for?" you muttered, feeling his hand on the side of your neck as you pulled away slightly, his other holding the cap against your back.

he shook his head lightly. "nothing. i just missed you."

you snickered against his lips, running your hands through his long hair to keep it out of his face. "you saw me two days ago."

"and that was two days too long ago."

you giggled but let him kiss you again anyways, standing among your shoes at the front door of your apartment, until you jumped nearly a foot in the air at the knock on your door.

jeonghan laughed. "i ordered jokbal on the way over."

you rolled your eyes, knowing that meant he would want to drink. you shoved him away from the door so you could answer it, grabbing a mask from the table by your door. "you're not gonna be able to wake up tomorrow."

"i don't get hangovers," he argued, but shut his mouth when you put a finger to his lips and opened the door.

he stayed quiet and out of sight as you accepted the food delivery, kicking off his shoes and putting his hat back on his head, then took the bags from you when you shut the door.

"are you eating with me?" he asked, putting the food on your living room table. 

you sighed, pulling off the mask. "i wasn't going to, but i can't say no to jokbal."

he giggled at you. "you're not gonna be able to wake up tomorrow," he teased, following you into the kitchen to wash his hands as you made your way to the fridge. you popped open the door and looked around it for a moment, then laughed. jeonghan looked at you questioningly as he passed by on his way back to your living room.

"jokes on you, i only have two bottles."

"damn," jeonghan said, settling on the floor and tearing open bags. "will that be enough for all this food? i should have ordered soju, too."

"do they deliver alcohol?" you asked, opening a cupboard and looking for shot glasses.

he watched you from the table, smiling slightly at the annoyed noise you made when you couldn't quite reach them in the back of the cupboard, only speaking again when you managed to grab two. "lots of places deliver alcohol," he said, peeling lids off of plastic containers. "oh, wow, this looks good."

"it's a good thing this is all i have," you said. "if we drink too much, i won't be able to get you to go home." he just shook his head with a smirk on his lips as you returned and placed the soju on the table with the two small metal cups, then sat across from him on the floor with a soft grunt. jeonghan giggled and you eyed him. "making fun of my noises?"

"no way," he said, breaking apart chopsticks and moving the dishes around the table to be accessible by you both. "you're just really cute."

you laughed, swirling the soju bottle the way you knew jeonghan liked. "i'm glad you think so, because i just feel old."

"if you're old, what am i?"

you looked at him. "older."

you were laughing when he yelled at you, and you just poured the shots and rolled your eyes, handing him one of the metal cups. "shush, my neighbors are probably asleep."

he squinted at you, but took the cup anyways. "one of these days, you're gonna have to learn to be respectful towards me."

"i used to be, and look where that got me," you quipped, letting out a harsh breath in reaction to the alcohol and watching him knock his back. "now you invite yourself over to drink at one in the morning."

he pouted, grabbing a lettuce leaf to make a wrap. "i thought you said you wanted to eat with me."

you just smiled at him, looking around at the spread to assess where you wanted to start. your stomach growled at the smell, and you realized that maybe not eating in seven hours and taking a shot was a bad call when all you could do was blink at the food. jeonghan laughed, folding the lettuce over the fillings he had picked out, then held it over the table for you.

"you eat first," you said, pouting.

he grinned. "no, you first. take it."

you sighed and went to take it from him, just for him to pull his hand away.

"i have it wrapped nicely, you'll ruin it if you try to hold it."

you rolled your eyes. "you're annoying."

"eat, y/n. before the soju hits."

you decidedly did not mention that you were already starting to feel it when you put your hands on the table to lift yourself onto your knees, leaning forward and letting him feed you. your face felt like it was on fire when your lips brushed against his fingers, but he just smiled as he watched you chew. 

"good?"

you nodded, glaring at him with furrowed brows as you chewed. "delicious."

jeonghan laughed again, grabbing another piece of lettuce. "i like you."

you studied him, sitting in your living room in his sweatshirt and baseball cap, making jokbal wraps, and you wondered how you had managed to catch this guy's attention. it seemed unrealistic to you, that an idol had decided you were worth his extremely limited time, even though when he first started flirting you had only seen him as the talent - just someone you worked with. when you were on the editing team, you had always thought that seventeen was funny, but you had never put too much effort into keeping up with their releases outside of watching new mvs and turning up the radio when their songs played as an act of loyalty to your work. now, though, you found special interest in a certain member, and you couldn't help but be curious about what he did all day when he said he was practicing.

so you did a little research. and though you would never admit it, it was hard to ignore how extremely good he was at what he did. he was an idol, really. like, an idol idol. he put on a stellar performance and people all over the world practically worshipped him, but for some unknown reason, he wanted to sit in your apartment and accept your argumentative teasing nearly every day. you stared at him as he ate, and he laughed when he swallowed. he made another wrap for you, insisting that you eat it from his hand again as you covered your face and swore up and down that you weren't drunk from just one shot.

you poured another as you chewed, and he cheersed you heartily and told you to hurry up and eat, because he was hungry and he wasn't gonna keep making bites for you. you snapped into action, but all that was on your mind was how days kept passing, and he kept being interested in you, and you couldn't help but think he could do so much better than some film nerd that worked on his variety show.

after eating a wrap you made yourself, you cleared your throat. "do you have a schedule tomorrow?"

he shook his head. "they gave me a day off."

"so, are you gonna order more soju?"

he looked at you and laughed. "is that you inviting me to stay over?"

"no," you said, pouting. "it just seemed like you wanted to drink."

he watched you pick at side dishes. "and you told me if we drank more you wouldn't be able to make me go home, so i'll ask again. are you asking me to stay over?"

you looked up to make eye contact with him and regretted it immediately. jeonghan hadn't stayed over yet - almost, but you had managed to pull yourself off him, despite how badly his lips on yours and his hands running over your hips made you want him to stay forever. he had just looked up at you, confused, and you said something about an early producers meeting. he seemed understanding, standing with you from the couch and telling you to sleep well before he left, but you beat yourself up afterwards for clamming up when you had literally nothing to hide - he had seen you with his dick in your mouth already. he had felt you cum on his fingers as he muttered against your lips how you drove him crazy, yet you kept hesitating. in fact, other than your bathroom quickie, you had been avoiding intimate situations with jeonghan completely. maybe it was an insecurity, or maybe it was just that you felt embarrassed that you had sunk to your knees for him so easily, but you felt the need to make whatever this was a little more official before you let him take you to bed.

not that him staying over even meant that you would fuck, you reminded yourself. he had been practicing today, even if he had gotten off earlier than usual. he was probably tired. you were tired, too, after staring at a screen for the last twelve hours. you were both drinking. you had to work tomorrow, even if it was just from home. there were a million reasons for you to not put out, but part of you wondered if he would be expecting something if you said yes.

he didn't break eye contact until you did, and you chewed on your lip as you put down your chopsticks. "only if you don't want to go back to the dorms."

he laughed lightly. "if spending time with you is the alternative, i'll never want to go back."

you considered his words, leaning back on your hands. spending time with you, you thought. maybe there wasn't as much expectation as you were worried about. 

despite your long conversations, conversations in which jeonghan told you things he would never tell someone he didn't feel close to, he still felt like a mystery to you. you knew the facts, like what his mother had made him for breakfast when he was in high school, or how he reacted when he met his sister's current boyfriend, or what he did the last time he visited home, but not the thoughts in his head at any given moment. he was incredibly hard to read, and maybe that was because he had worked so hard to keep up a wall from his personal life, but it left you staring at him, wishing you knew what was happening behind his eyes. especially when they sparkled at you like they did now.

"what's on your mind?" he asked, and you almost laughed. it felt like he already knew.

"i'm just wondering what you're thinking."

"me?" he asked, sticking his chopsticks in his mouth briefly. "i'm thinking about how i finally get to cuddle with you all night."

that made a smile creep onto your face. maybe you were just overthinking things.

jeonghan ordered the soju. you drank it with him. it was almost three when you said something about how you should wash up before you were too tired. he smiled at you and told you to go ahead, that he would clean up the table.

"no," you said shortly, standing and gathering up the now emptied containers. "my place. i clean up."

he helped you anyways, despite your arguing. you blinked extra hard as you tried to sort the garbage, and jeonghan noticed after he put the untouched soju bottles (he had purposefully bought too many to replenish your stock) in the fridge.

he laughed. "you should go to bed."

"i need to shower," you said, pouting at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. 

"you need sleep," he argued. 

you pushed the heel of your palm against your eye and rubbed. "sleeping without showering is gross."

"i'll help you wash your sheets tomorrow."

even though you were resisting him, he made good arguments, and he finally convinced you to just wash your face and go to sleep. you groaned and agreed, tearing yourself away from his arms with great difficulty.

"do you have something to wear to bed?" you asked, squinting at him from your bathroom's doorway.

he looked at you, a quick smirk on his lips. "don't pretend you wear pajamas. we've video chatted at night, remember?"

you exhaled sharply, offended but unable to argue. "fuck you."

he laughed in response as he stacked the plastic containers. "not tonight."

your face burned and you rolled your eyes, shutting the door behind you, and you stared yourself down in the mirror for a long moment before you turned on the sink.

not tonight, he had said. not tonight. you washed your face, mind tingling with thoughts of how blatantly jeonghan flirted with you just about every day, teasing  and implying, and even when you had been on your knees, he had said something about needing to fuck you. you thought about how you had promised next time. but when he had you slightly liquored up and knew he would be sleeping in your bed, he was acting like some kind of gentleman. you wondered if it was all some kind of play. if he was setting you up. that sounded like the jeonghan you had known before, the jeonghan on going shoots that always wanted to deceive and win, but not the one that blearily asked how your morning was going in baby talk when he called you after noon. 

you sat on the edge of your bed in a large shirt that you used to wear as pajamas, back before you decided just underwear was more comfortable, and stared at your phone. you had told jeonghan you were going to bed, and he said he'd be there in a minute, his sleeves pushed up his arms as he tied off a food waste bag before you retreated to your bedroom to change, and now you thought about his forearms. about his hands. you heard him brushing his teeth in your bathroom, remembering that he always carried a toothbrush with him. you thought about his lips. his tongue. your mind drifted to other parts of him, too. parts you had only seen once but occupied your thoughts when you had been laying alone in bed on multiple occasions.

shaking your head slightly, you tossed your phone aside and pushed your palms to your face. you had been so worried about what he would be expecting from you tonight, but now that you knew it was nothing, why did you want it so bad?

jeonghan knocked lightly on the ajar door before he entered, and you dropped your hands from your face to look at him. he laughed, pointing at you as he walked in. "what's with the shirt? i told you, i already know you sleep naked."

"shut up, i don't sleep naked," you lied, huffing as you tugged at your covers to climb under them, putting your phone on your bedside. "a man sees your pixelated collarbone once and thinks he knows your whole life story."

"well, i sleep naked," he said, tugging at his sleeves to pull the sweatshirt over his head. "but i'll keep my underwear on if it makes you feel more comfortable."

you crossed your arms and glared at him, making him laugh as he made a neat pile of clothes, taking off his shirt, and your eyes flicked over his lean torso without realizing. he paused his undressing, hands on the waistband on his sweats.

"should i make a show of it?"

your eyes shot to the ceiling, and you huffed as though it was an act of indignation at his innuendo rather than the humiliating realization that you had been staring. you tugged at the covers, pulling them over your head and rolling onto your side. he laughed when you called him annoying, but you knew he knew you were just embarrassed.

you stayed there, the covers over your head, as he made his way around your bed to slide in next to you. despite the fact that he had never been there before, he seemed awfully comfortable to you, but maybe he was just trying to make up for how clearly flustered you were. he pulled the covers over his head, too, curled up on his side to face you. your eyes were clamped shut, but you opened them when you felt his gaze on you.

he smiled. "hi."

you stared at him. "hi."

his fingers found yours, tangling with them as he studied your face. "do i have permission to cuddle?"

you pouted, then nodded. he grinned and scooted closer to you, popping his head out from the covers as he adjusted. you lifted your head as he put his arm under your neck, and his opposite hand ran down your bare thigh, tugging it over his hip. he kissed your forehead as you wrapped an arm around his torso, and he sighed contentedly.

"i've been wanting this ever since i met you."

you giggled, burying your face in his neck. "to get in my bed?"

he laughed lightly, running his hand up your back. "to hold you like this."

you hummed, thinking. "since the first time we met?"

jeonghan paused, adjusting his cheek on your head. "i've liked you for a really long time."

"why?"

he exhaled, smiling. "are you really asking right now?"

you pulled your head back to look him in the eyes. "yeah."

he stared at you, remembering his promise that he would never lie to you as long as you were in his arms. he wondered if you remembered it, too, but knew it didn't matter if you did or not. it was a promise he made not because he wanted to, but because he knew it would be impossible for him to tell anything but the truth when you were this close to him. "you have the most beautiful laugh i've ever heard."

your lips pursed as you tried to hide a smile. "really?"

"really," he said. "your laugh made me happy, and i wanted to be able to hear it all the time."

you giggled at him. "cheesy."

"hey! you asked," he whined, pulling on your body as he fell onto his back. you were all giggles as you adjusted to snuggle into his side, your thigh resting over his hips. "what about you? why do you like me?"

"i don't," you bluffed, and he tried to push you off him as you laughed and fought to keep him in place. "i'm joking!"

"i was so honest," he said, cursing under his breath but with a smile on his lips. "i shouldn't even bother with you."

you giggled as he settled again, letting you keep your arms around his chest. "this is why."

he peered at you out of the corner of his eye. "this?"

you smiled at him. "you're fun. you make me laugh."

he sighed, running a hand down your thigh where it laid across him. "i guess we suit each other, then."

you lifted your hand to his jaw, pulling him to face you as he just gave you a questioning look. you kissed him, gently, and his head lifted off your pillow slightly to better the angle, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and his opposite hand gliding up to grip your waist. you sighed against him, fingers finding the hair at his nape as you noticed that his toothpaste tasted different than yours.

jeonghan's grip at your waist tightened and he pulled himself up into his side to kiss you deeper, but suddenly hesitated. he pulled away slightly, and you chased after him, making him exhale in amusement. "let's not."

"not what?" you asked, gaze flickering from his lips to his eyes.

"start something we can't finish."

"who says we can't finish?" you pouted, placing another kiss on his lips.

he chuckled against you. "you're tired. i'm tired. we drank. and i want to be completely lucid when i fuck you for the first time."

you sighed, wondering if he had caught onto your hesitation earlier in the evening. if he didn't want to feel like he was pressuring you into something you weren't ready to do. as if on cue, you were struck by a yawn. he laughed, but almost immediately matched it, making you giggle. "fine. but only because i'm gonna pass out any minute."

he lifted his head slightly to watch as you rolled over and pushed your back against him, adjusting the covers around you and resting your cheek against his arm. he laughed and scooted closer, wrapping his other arm around you and burying his nose in your hair.

"goodnight," you said, weaving your fingers with his against your stomach.

he smiled against your hair, pressing a gentle kiss at the back of your head. "goodnight."

you awoke the next morning too early, cursing your body's annoying habit of rousing you from sleep as soon as any amount of alcohol dissipated from your bloodstream. you stretched for a moment, then noticed the arm under your neck.

you got up on your elbows and looked over, finding jeonghan still sound asleep in the same position he had been in the night before, but the arm that he had wrapped around you was now curled into his chest - probably because you adjusted too many times in your sleep. you stared at him a moment, then laid back down, curling your arms into your chest as you faced him and tugged the blankets up to your ears. you watched his eyes move behind his eyelids, and wondered what he was dreaming about.

when jeonghan opened his eyes, he was immediately greeted with the sight of you asleep before him, the sound of your gentle snoring, and the smell of your shampoo on your pillows. a small smile found its way on his face, and he gently pushed a strand of hair off your forehead before settling his hand over yours, running a thumb over your knuckles before drifting off again.

you woke up again, blinking blearily at jeonghan as sunlight streamed in between your curtains. you looked around, popping your head up to check the time, but the hand over yours tightened when you went to move.

"don't go," jeonghan muttered, inhaling deeply and stretching his spine.

you exhaled, a small smile on your lips. "i have to work today, jeonghan."

he blinked at you, eyes barely opening. "what time is it?"

he let you pull a hand away to grab your phone, but kept the other in his grip as you lit up the screen. "10:12."

"you need to sleep more," he said, putting your hand to his lips as he spoke and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

you watched him. "i have work."

"do you have a meeting?" he asked.

you faltered, recognizing his logic from a mile away. "n-no, but-"

"you worked late yesterday," he muttered, adjusting and pulling you back into bed with him. "you can start late today."

despite the fact that you knew you needed to get work done, it was hard to resist jeonghan's charm and his sound argument that work could wait, especially when he was half naked in your bed. you tried anyways, maneuvering to sit up. "i need to check my emails and organize the catering you guys won."

"do it later," he said, wrapping his arms around your torso and tugging you into his chest.

you planted your hand on the mattress, fighting him best you could. "stop, hannie opp-"

his eyes widened, a grin flashing across his face when you slapped a hand over your mouth. "what did you call me?"

you tried to roll out of his grip, face burning. "shut up."

"oppa?" he asked, giggling, maneuvering over you. "did you call me oppa?"

"i told you to shut up," you said, avoiding his eyes, hands trying to push his shoulders away as you wiggled towards the edge of the mattress. "i have to work, jeonghan."

he looked down at you. "not til you say it again."

you swallowed, suddenly realizing the position you were in and the sparkle in his eye. "say what?"

he smirked, your hands weak against his shoulders as he leaned down. "you know what."

you stared up at him, hoping he would do exactly what you wanted him to if you refused. "no i don't."

his laugh was gentle, and you could feel the exhale of breath on your lips. "sounds like you don't wanna work that bad."

your hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his skull, pulling him down to kiss you. his lips immediately opened against yours, and your fingers dug into his scalp as he hiked your thigh up against his hip. you yelped, letting out a short giggle as he settled his weight onto you, and he kissed you like you were air. like you were his sustenance. like he wouldn't live another day if he couldn't have you.

jeonghan groaned when your nails scratched down his scalp, his hips canting against your thigh. "stop."

you panted, looking at him questioningly. "stop?"

he breathed out a laugh, staring at your lips. "being exactly what i want. you make it so hard to resist you."

heat radiated off of your face and your eyes got wide, and he just smiled fondly and kissed your cheeks as you whined, trying to cover your face with your fingers.

"why?" he asked, eyes bright, pulling your fingers from your face. "why are you so shy all of a sudden?"

you pouted at him. "i don't know."

"you were awfully bold before," he said, and your mind immediately flashed to the previous week, when you had dragged him into a public bathroom. "so why are you acting shy now?"

you groaned. "because you really like me."

jeonghan pitched his eyebrows at you, running a hand back down your side, landing at your hip. "i always really liked you."

"yeah, but-" your fingers going to his neck again. "i don't know. i thought maybe you weren't being too serious."

he smiled, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your lips. "i only play games when feelings aren't involved."

"i know that now," you muttered, completely okay with the way he interrupted you with his mouth any time you paused. "you've been here three times in a week and we've only been on two dates."

he giggled against your lips. "is this a hint that i should take you out more?"

"no," you said, shaking your head once. "i like you better in private."

jeonghan grinned, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest when he put a hand on the back of your neck and tilted your jaw upwards, deepening the kiss. you put your arms over his shoulders, and he brought his hand down your body, tugging your thigh higher on his hip. you felt light, like you were at the top of a rollercoaster with your limbs tingling in anticipation. he broke from your lips just to nudge your jaw with his nose, kissing down your throat and making you groan in reaction. he sat back on his legs, his hands on your waist, tugging you over his parted thighs to press himself against your core, and you gasped, chewing at your lip as your back arched against the mattress, legs split over him. he pushed back the covers, quickly replacing his hands on your body.

"fuck, you're so hot," jeonghan muttered, suddenly distracted by your skin as he helped your shirt up your body. he stared down at your stomach, running his thumb over the exposed flesh. "is this okay?"

you nodded fervently, "of course."

when his eyes met yours, he couldn't help but grin, immediately leaning over you again. his kisses were deeper. more meaningful. "are you sure?"

"jeonghan," you moaned, fingers running over his scalp to comb his hair back. "please just hurry up and fuck me."

his smirk was more than enough confirmation that he would do just that, and you giggled when he ran his hands up your torso, under the shirt you had put on as some kind of defense mechanism the night before. he sat up again, and you pulled yourself up with him to let him remove it from your body, and he stared down at you. "you drive me insane."

you kissed him, and he ran his hands over your body when yours found his neck. your skin felt on fire, his fingers triggering sparks everywhere they touched, and he laid you back down before kissing down your chest. his lips wrapped around a nipple, and you gasped, hips bucking against him before he pushed them back down into the mattress.

he pulled himself from your chest to look up at you. "impatient."

you groaned, fingers in his hair. "prick."

he laughed. "that's starting to sound like a petname."

you giggled, biting at your lip. "it is one."

you watched his tongue roll out of his mouth to give your other nipple equal treatment, and you couldn't help the way your head rolled to one side, hips fighting against his firm, one handed grip. his other hand curved under your back as it lifted off your bed, and he scooted to allow him to work his way down your chest, making you groan at the loss of contact.

his eyes flicked up to your face as he pulled his hand from your hip, running down over your underwear and landing his fingers over your core. another gasp escaped you, and you threw an arm over your face.

"nope," he said, pulling himself up to your face, pushing your arm off and pinning it above your head. "don't hide."

your chest heaved as you looked up at him, and your mouth gaped as he ran his fingers over your slit. "f-fuck, jeonghan-"

"feel good, baby?" he asked, leaning over you to nip at your neck again. "you're already wet."

your unrestrained hand went to the back of his neck, holding on for dear life as he sucked a mark against your pulse. "god, please, i need you so bad."

his lips parted into a smile on your throat, and he placed several more kisses before backing up off you. your hands chased after him, and you tried to sit up to keep contact, but he just pushed your thighs up, forcing you to stay on your back as you moaned. he stared down at your clothed pussy, his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he pushed his now hard member against your damp underwear.

your fingers desperately clawed at his thighs, willing him to just hurry up and fuck you, but he just backed up again, pulling your undies down your legs. you hissed when your hot core made contact with the cool air, and he settled his shoulders under your thighs and ran a finger through your folds, making you grip at the sheets and stretch out your neck.

"so reactive," he commented, swirling his wet finger around your clit without making contact. you jolted, whining. "your moans are just as beautiful as your laugh."

you panted, looking down at him and being greeted by a shiteating grin, which only made your face burn hotter. "can you just shut up and finger me or whatever?"

jeonghan laughed, refocusing on your core briefly, then looking up to watch your reaction as he pressed a finger into you. "i'm trying to talk dirty. most people would be grateful."

you pressed the back of your hand against an eye socket, jaw dropping and chest heaving as he curled his digit in you. "i want you so bad i can't think straight."

"look at me, baby."

it took you a few seconds, but you managed to lift your head off the mattress, quickly tugging a pillow under your neck for ease as you looked down to where jeonghan was laying between your legs. when your eyes found his, he rolled his tongue out, the tip brushing against your clit. your eyebrows knit together and you gasped sharply, your head digging into the pillow.

he pulled his tongue back into his mouth. "if you want me to keep going, you have to watch. i'm here for your entertainment, after all."

you groaned, gripping a blanket and desperately trying to pull your attention back to him. "you're so annoying."

"you say that a lot for someone that clearly enjoys it."

as soon as your eyes landed on him again, he dropped his tongue to your clit, but firmer this time. you cursed as he curled his finger in your core. "please, jeonghan."

his eyebrow quirked up at you, and you gasped as he pulled his finger out of you and replaced it with his tongue. your entire body tensed, and you instinctively pushed his hair out of his face, your fingers lacing against his scalp, making him smile against you as he lapped at your folds. you would have been embarrassed by the noises that came from your lips if you could think about anything but how incredible his mouth felt on you, but instead, you just unapologetically whined and moaned as he put open mouthed kisses across your pussy. he stayed there for a while, until your noises pitched upwards in a way that signified you were approaching bliss, then pushed your thighs up, and backed up to observe the way your walls clenched around nothing. he looked up at you once, making sure you were still watching, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

you yelped, then let out a long moan, your thighs struggling against his grip as you pushed your head into the pillow. "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" 

he let go of one thigh, giving you brief, false reprieve, only for him to shove two fingers into your hole, making you let out a strangled yell of his name. he groaned, pushing his erection against the mattress in hopes of relieving the ache in his stomach, but kept working you until you were babbling, hands gripping his hair in desperation.

"fuck, han, i'm gonna-" was all you could manage before being cut off by a high pitch moan, your body rattling as your peak washed over you. you choked, desperately trying to catch your breath as he kept curling his fingers and flicking his tongue against you, watching the way your chest heaved through his lashes. you yelped, tugging at his hair to pull him away from your sensitive clit, and he stared up at you, panting, as you let out several labored breaths.

he pulled his fingers from you, sucking them slowly, and you just groaned, hands pulling at him but doing none of the work as he crawled over you.

"jeonghan-" you started, your hands massaging the back of his neck, and he just kissed you, making you whimper against him. you winced slightly when his clothed member pressed against you, but it just resulted in you moaning against his pussy-soaked lips, and made him push his hips against you harsher.

"i love it when you moan my name," he said, rutting against you. "fuck, you're so hot."

you couldn't help the noises that slipped from your lips, your eyelids heavy as you tried to focus on his face. "god-"

he smiled. "you're already ruined, aren't you?"

you didn't respond, but he just kissed you as he blindly pulled at the drawer at your bedside.

"condoms, baby" he prompted when he didn't immediately see them, but you just blearily stared up at him. a look of worry flashed over his face. "you have condoms, right?"

you blinked hard. "y-yeah, sorry," then looked at the open drawer. "second one."

he chuckled, kissing you again before he shut the drawer he had opened and crawled over to open the one below it. "you scared me."

"you don't carry any?" you asked, the air cool against your burning skin without his presence over you.

"don't generally need them, and i wasn't expecting this so soon," he said, then pulled the unopened box out of the drawer and quirked an eyebrow at you, making you roll your eyes and look away. he giggled, peeling off the plastic. "when did you buy these?"

"i'm not answering that," you said, but he could tell by your tone that it was recent. you sat up to kiss his shoulder when he tore a packet off the strip and threw the box back in the drawer, but he almost immediately stood from the bed, pushing his underwear down his thighs and stepping out of them. you crawled to the edge of the bed, landing your knees on the floor in front of him, and he only groaned when you took his cock in your hand.

you looked up at him, his lips parted as you wrapped your fingers around his member, rolling your tongue out to kitten lick at the tip. he bit at his lips, lids heavy when he put a hand at the back of your skull. saliva pooled in your mouth as you stared down his cock, and you couldn't help but moan when you pushed your lips as far over it as you could manage.

"f-fuck," he groaned, pulling at your hair and tugging you straight off, a thin string of spit connecting the tip to your bottom lip. "don't distract me."

you looked up at him innocently, just for him to shake his head at you in exasperation when you licked him again. he tore open the foil packet and put it in your face, placing a hand at the base of his cock to hold it steady as you rolled the condom onto him.

the foil got discarded and he offered you a hand, helping you to your feet so he could kiss you. you nearly melted against him, your knees feeling weak. swiftly, before you could even truly register, he pushed you back and you fell onto your bed, feeling a quick surge of adrenaline as you propped yourself up on your elbows and he pushed your thighs apart. he stared down at your pussy, pressing the length of his member against it and pushing it through your folds. your head fell back, letting out a moan when the head of his cock bumped against your clit. you fell from your elbows, looking up at where he stood at the edge of your bed. his eyes flashed to yours, and he gave you a small smile.

"you said you work from home today?"

your chest heaved, mind unable to focus on much other than the way he felt against your lips, unable to even conceive how good it would feel when he fucked you. "i don't have anywhere to be until tomorrow."

the corner of his mouth quirked upwards. "good. you're not gonna be able to walk after i'm done with you."

he backed his hips up and angled himself down, pushing into your warmth. you moaned, your thighs falling to either side as he bottomed out, eyes clamped shut as his fingers wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his hips. he smirked at you when you slowly opened your eyes, mouth still gaping. he pulled out slowly, then snapped his hips forward, making you squeal and grip at his biceps.

"you already look fucked," he panted. before you could respond, he pistoned his hips into you again and again, and your fingers fruitlessly tried to grip any part of his torso, despite it being just out of reach.

"fuck, jeonghan, you're-" you moaned again, your hands landing on the edge of your mattress and gripping. "fuck, fuck, fuck!"

jeonghan's tongue shot out of his mouth again, wetting his lower lip before he tugged it between his teeth. "god you feel incredible," he muttered. "you take it so good."

he kept his brutal pace until your moans turned into high pitched squealing, and he threw his head back, lost in the feeling of you. your entire body tensed, and you wondered if it was even possible to feel this close to another orgasm so quickly.

"baby," he groaned, leaning over you and planting his hands on either side of your torso. your hands went to his neck, and he licked his lips as he looked down at you. "fuck, you're tight."

you whined, wanting his lips on yours. the slight change in angle was enough to make you feel like heaven, especially with the way his pelvis tapped at your spent clit with every thrust. "i'm gonna cum again."

"yeah?" he asked, eyes resting on your parted lips. "i'm nowhere near done with you, baby."

you groaned, feeling the knot tighten as he pumped into you. he started to push you up, and you used your elbows to scoot further onto the mattress as he put his knees on the bed, hiking your thigh up his hip to deepen the angle. you wanted to scream, but just dug your teeth into his shoulder, making him grunt as he pushed his face into your neck. you clawed at his back, toes curling behind his hips as the pleasure overwhelmed you, and all you could manage was a whimper as you began to crescendo.

"talk to me, y/n," he panted against your neck between wet kisses. "i want to hear your voice."

"jeonghan, shit, i'm-" you squealed when he pushed a thumb against your clit. "jeonghan, jeonghan, fuck! jeonghan!"

he kissed you, and you let out a whiney moan against his lips as you came, hands shaking at the base of his skull as he fucked you through your second peak. your thighs clamped around him, willing him to slow down, but he barely faltered as he moaned, forehead pressed to yours, clearly enjoying the way you squeezed around him too much to pause.

he backed up, and you tried to catch your breath when he pulled out of you, but he just pushed your thighs to one side and rolled you onto your stomach. you struggled to inhale before he tugged your hips off the mattress, and you spread your knees to display yourself to him, trying to get up onto your hands as your back dipped. he kept a hand on your hip, the other guiding his cock between your folds again. you wailed at the feeling, your forehead dropping to brush against your mattress. he fucked into you firmly, and you let out a low moan, your arms giving out and your chest dropping to the bed.

jeonghan's hands gripped at your ass, watching the way your pussy pulled him deeper as he pumped in and out of you, his tongue taking permanent residence at the corner of his lips. he silently thanked the thin rubber wrapped around his member, thinking that, without it, he would have cum in seconds with how insanely good you felt.

your throat hurt, and you thought you felt tears on your face, but all you could do was grip at the blankets on your bed and curse repeatedly as your face hovered inches from the mattress. you could barely even hear the way his hips slapped against your ass with how fucked out you were, but you processed the sound only because jeonghan brought a hand down against you, the slap resounding in your senses. you jolted, letting out a guttural moan and pushing your cheek against the bed.

"you like that, don't you?" jeonghan asked, massaging the now red mark on your ass when you let out a noise of approval. "you would let me do anything to you."

he slapped your ass again, and your back curled. "fuck, h-hannie-"

he groaned. "shit, baby, you feel too good." he leaned over you, one hand on the bed beside you and the other keeping your hips in place as he chased his high. "god, you're sucking me in."

you arched your back best you could to accommodate to his angle, desperately clinging to your sheets and almost positive you were drooling at this point. your ass stung, your knees ached, and your neck was starting to hurt, but all that fell to the wayside with the way he filled you. gripped you. fucked you.

his forehead landed on your shoulder blade. "do you think you can you cum again for me, baby? you feel so good when you cum."

you whimpered. "i-i…" you swallowed thickly. "i don't-"

he chuckled lightly. "i shouldn't have asked. i need you to cum again, y/n."

you gasped at his words as he hit you deep, then buried your face in a blanket when he licked his fingers to rub them over your overstimulated clit. "fu-uck!"

jeonghan pushed his hand against your hip to push you further onto him as he pistoned into you, his fingers circling your clit and breath labored. "is that a yes?"

you couldn't vocalise anything coherent, just repeated whining as your body resisted the inevitable orgasm that he was pulling from it. your mouth opened, but no noise came out as you keened, the only signifier of your orgasm being the way jeonghan groaned at your walls restricting around him.

he let out a stuttered ah, shit, jerking his hips into you recklessly for a long moment before he unloaded into the rubber. he pushed his furrowed brow into your shoulder, slowing his pumping, and let out a strangled noise when you clenched around his sensitive member. 

you only breathed again when he pulled out, collapsing onto his back beside you. you couldn't move for a moment, your joints locked in place as you attempted to recover coherent thought. you looked at jeonghan, your cheek against the mattress, and he was flushed and trying to catch his breath with a hand on his forehead, body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat.

he rolled his head to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. "you look good like that."

you swallowed, rubbing your face against the sheets. "face down, ass up?"

he laughed, then sat up, putting a much gentler slap against your butt before pulling it down onto the bed. you groaned, already feeling sore, but appreciative of the aid in laying on your side as you stretched out your legs. he pulled off the condom and put a kiss on your shoulder. "i'll be right back."

by the time he returned from the bathroom and rejoined you in bed, you had managed to normalize your breathing, but your heart was still pounding and you were pretty sure at least three of your toes were numb as you laid on your back, legs bent at the knee over the edge of your bed.

jeonghan has a smile on his face as he laid next to you, propping his head up on a hand and running the other up your body. "are you okay?"

you exhaled, putting a hand on your forehead. "you fucked me dumb." he laughed, making you giggle in response as you looked up at him. "how am i supposed to get work done now?"

"you're not," he said matter of factly. "take a personal day. stay in bed with me."

"jeonghan," you warned, but pausing when he leaned over you and put his lips against yours. your throat made a soft noise that almost resembled a moan. "you guys are shooting tomorrow. i have to confirm your cars with the rental place so we can set the cameras in the morning."

"i thought we weren't supposed to be shooting," he said, smiling at you. you rolled your eyes, recognizing that he was just trying to change the subject from your need to work.

"just because you guys are acting like it's not a shoot, doesn't mean we don't have to set up cameras."

he just studied your face fondly. "stay."

"jeonghan it's past eleven. i have things to do."

"what if i call hyungseok," he said, making you laugh. "i'll tell him you're sick."

"are you trying to announce to the world that we're a thing?" you asked, giggling. "besides, even sick people can work from home."

"i'll tell him you're in a coma."

you shoved his chest, giggling. "let me go get my laptop so i can work from bed. fair compromise?"

he hummed, looking unconvinced. "fine. you have to stay naked, though."

you hit his arm, making him laugh at your indignant noise. "you're insufferable."

"that's no way to treat a man that just made you cum three times."

"whatever." you adjusted, sitting up with great difficulty and attempting to pull yourself off the bed, only for jeonghan to grab your arm. you looked at him, confused, as he sat up.

"you haven't said it yet."

"what?"

he laughed pulling you towards him. without much thought, you straddled his lap, knees on either side of him against the mattress. he smiled up at you as you settled on his thighs. "you know what."

heat flashed over your face, suddenly feeling embarrassed despite the fact that you were literally naked and sitting on his lap. "oh my god, are you serious?"

he laughed, biting his lip and holding you against him when you attempted escape. "say it. i wanna hear it."

your gaze flickered between his eyes, unable to help the smile on your face. you exhaled, brushing his hair back on his scalp before planting your hands behind his ears. "fine," you sighed. "ha. ni. o. ppa."

"again," he said, making you laugh.

you leaned down to kiss him briefly. "oppa."

he looked at your lips. "one more time."

"you're pushing it."

"c'mon," he whined, eyebrows tenting as he looked up at you. he pushed his lips out in a pout. "please?"

you rolled your eyes. "oppa."

he grinned. "okay, you're allowed to work now."

you shook your head and looked away, backing off his lap and grabbing the shirt you had worn to sleep. "you're lucky you have good stroke game."

he laughed, leaning back on his hands as he watched you. "y'know, it feels good to be respected every once in a while. yah!" he pointed at you, and you jumped at his tonal change. "i said stay naked."

"you're not my boss," you said, then stuck your tongue out at him.

"oh, you little-" he launched himself at you, making you squeal with laughter as you tried to avoid him, but his arms instantly wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest. he tugged at your body, managing to get you just unbalanced enough to get you to fall into your bed again with him, and you thought about how no one had ever been as fun as yoon jeonghan.

[choptop-sawyer]

Hi again 😎💫 im here to dig at ur brain again bcs i. M. Aaa sorry i just love ur stuff but. I have this kinda rly specific storyline type hc area and I'd love to hear any hcs you might get from it if its at all jr thing. But um I keep sometimes thinking back to the idea of kinda, vaguely growing up in the same area as the Sawyers, being childhood friends (and being stupid 2gether, running arount the countryside, ditching school & playing in corn fields) -

But then having to leave in your late teens to school / whatever (I mean 😎 my sappy ass also thinks abt mutual pining w Bobby but you know...... nearly unrelated.......)

Then, later on (Bobbys now Chop Top, Nubbins is..... dead I guess but also >:( maybe not, the family is up to being a mess etc) returning to town to take a break from work or whatever. N meeting up w the family again, i mean, oblivious to the bullshit they get up to but.... yk

This is a bit rambly i should probs have waited to sleep but I can't get the thought of returning to the Sawyer door wearing Bobbys tie dye sweatshirt that hr borrowed u years ago and all the impact of being a former family member bc u were also kind of an outsider or whatever but also the drama of leaving so uwu sksjd

This got so long. All i wanted to ask is: sawyer family headcanons for a childhood friend returning to town after being away for years. Rip.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS god I love the image too of just standing in the doorway,, you're not home, you've changed a little bit, but you still fit into some of the old aspects you know so well they fit you and cover you.

Actually this is great because that fic that I swear exists has pretty much the same premise but!!! I can make this one less tragic than that one. 😎

(This is mostly Chop Top n you centric please don't mind)

Also this timeline is all fucky. I think that as soon as Chop came home from Vietnam the Sawyers had basically uprooted themselves and were living in North Texas because of the... Hardesty incident. But like can we pretend that that never happened they r still there in Newt? Just for this. (Hope you like it!)

Chop Top's Childhood Friend Returns

You don't think you would have turned out the way you did without the Sawyers.

They were the main element of your childhood, a mystery that you had to be a part of. A mystery, because they were closed off. Mistrustful. The sickness of small towns carried to the extreme, because they were mostly alone. The loneliness made them more miserable, the misery made them more isolated. A cycle, a legacy.

So it was a a miracle that you were even allowed to be apart of some of it, but you attribute that miracle to Bobby.

He seemed to think you were as much of mystery as what you thought the Sawyers were. Two kids looking through a small window into another world. But he liked that. He liked that you were something different, something new. From beyond that small world of loneliness that lived in the house.

You learned quickly that he had a desire for anything beyond that world. So he'd invite you out with him, when you were kids, to run free in the tall grass, when you got older, to drive with him to places unknown. He had a knack for finding these odd places, and he always brought you along with the music cranked up loud on the radio.

Bobby told you many times that he wanted to see the world. He had this lust for life that went beyond the restlessness of the young. He also said that he wanted to bring you along with him when he saw the world. You didn't ever mention how that always made your heart skip a beat when he said that.

Maybe you should have. But the past is the past and you can't change that.

You knew the other Sawyers too, but Bobby tended to avoid them sometimes. But occasionally, you got to hang out with them.

Nubbins was an enigma. You didn't think Nubbins was his real name. But that's the only one you heard from him, but the name situation was the least confusing thing. He was the most open person you knew. And yet you couldn't understand him, and decided at some point that you wouldn't ever. But he was fun. His energy was infectious, if he was filled with joy, you couldn't help but laugh with him too. That was Nubbins, so absent of any purposeful deceit that he was almost a mirror, you saw yourself around him, sometimes it was uncomfortable, but other times it was fun.

Bubba was the opposite. He seemed to be legitimately wary of you. Bobby once told you that Bubba didn't like to leave the house, ever. He stayed and did the chores. You wondered if he minded, being stuck with all the chores but Bobby said he didn't. It was comforting for him. Always having something set to do. You only saw him once. Nubbins had made him tag along when he needed him to hang some things from a tree. Bones from indeterminate animals, a clock with a nail through it. You don't think Nubbins actually needed Bubba to reach the branches (he climbed pretty well) but he just wanted his little brother to see his work. Bubba didn't make eye contact with you the entire time. He was wholly focused on his task of helping Nubbins. But he was gentle when he helped his brother, careful, and for that you liked him.

Drayton was... well. He was the one Bobby argued with the most. He was his brother, but with how much age between the two, it was almost hard to believe sometimes. Drayton was the one that everybody in Newt knew the most. People liked him well enough, but they said he was odd behind his back. He knew that. You don't think he trusted anything outside the insular world he and his family had existed in for years, and was at odds with Bobby because he didn't get why Bobby wanted anything to do with the world outside.

Oftentimes you would see Bobby after he and Drayton got into it. He'd be fuming, but he'd smile when he saw you. You'd leave with him whenever he came to you. These adventures were the most fun you had when you were there.

The other times you'd go off were when he'd convince you to skip school. Bobby never went himself. He didn't get the idea of all those kids sitting in classrooms for hours, doing nothing but writing and listening. Why do that when you can find things out for yourself? Get into some trouble? In his mind, he was saving you from a very boring thing.

You two knew the area around Newt well. The fields and the flat expanses were the best kind of playground. Your dreams were still set in them. A kind of sunshine filled melancholy.

Bobby told you things in the grass. His dreams yes, but his own thoughts. On music, on late night radio, on movies, on you. He perhaps thought of you as wonderful as voices on the radio, stars on the screen. He never told you that though. But your name was never far from his mouth when Bobby talked about the things he loved.

You and him loved each other as much as two kids who didn't know how to could. He was always on your mind now, with not much tangible objects to remember him with. A photograph taken by Nubbins, your faces blurred because you were laughing. A button, the pin on the back bent. A sweatshirt, which he tie dyed himself, and gave to you one night. The colors were faded. You never did get to return it.

The years away did nothing to lessen thoughts of him. No, they just blurred all together now, and the stream of the sunshine filled melancholy was almost endless. You needed a break. There was only one place you could think of that could help you with that.

So you came back. All things led back to this place eventually. Newt was dying, or dead. Didn't you see somewhere that when a ship went down, it took everything with it? You didn't want to stay for long. But you had to see all of them, you had to know that they were all not these strange figures you had dreamt up.

You went right to the house. You'd never actually been allowed inside, Bobby just always said something along the lines of 'Grandma and Grandpa are napping upstairs' or 'there's a mess' (never mind that he could care less usually about messes.) But you figured he had had a good reason. Maybe he was embarrassed.

When you knocked on the door, your heart was pounding. And that was all. Nothing happened, no indication that anyone was there. You waited, the sweatshirt was too hot but you didn't want to take it off.

Maybe you should come back another time. You were just about to turn around and leave when the door burst open, almost whacking you in the face. And there (you couldn't believe your eyes you couldn't this was a dream) he was.

Bobby had a hammer raised over his head, grinning, he was poised to swing it down, but then he saw you and he felt as if he was in a dream too.

It's been so long. He thought he made you up, a dream to carry him through misery, and you looked the part, even as you stood before him on the doorway. The light of the setting sun shone behind you, heat waves shimmered in the dusk, and you... you.

Facing each other, you stood, just staring. Over head the sky grew colorful, in the fields the grass whispered in the wind. Nothing had changed. Everything had changed. Bobby dropped the hammer and grabbed for your face, and he held it, fingers digging in so tight it hurt.

"H-hey you." He said, and fell to his knees, releasing your face. You numbly touched the marks his fingers left. Bobby still looked like a man who had seen a ghost.

You called his name, and his eyes looked lost, like he hadn't heard it in a long time. He looked up at you, and you could really get a good look at him. His face was leaner, he looked sickly and wiry, but his eyes were just as you remembered. You sank down to the porch to sit with him.

"Fuck... FUCK I didn't... I- I thought ya'd forgotten all about me... uh.. uhm. Fuck! I mean, r-really! Turnin' up out of the blue like you're some kinda... ghost or whatever... WHOA man... like, ya here to return m-my, my sweatshirt? You're wearin' it, you can keep it! You look better in it anyway... heh, fuck." He rambled on and on, hands tensing and twitching as if they were moving to touch you again, just to reaffirm your existence. Did he know how glad you were to see him? Did he know that you hadn't felt right for the longest time being away?

You forgot all about the sweatshirt, the hammer he had raised with a sadistic grin. You reached out and held one of his twitching hands, and he stilled and stopped talking. There was a peace now.

It didn't seem possible for your heart to feel this full. But it was. And by god, if this wasn't the best decision you made in your life to visit your old hometown, if only just for this moment.

Bobby stood, with your hand still in his, pulling you up. He smiled at you, and you knew you still loved him, and in your deepest heart, you knew he loved you too.

But this time around, maybe you and him could love each other right.

[illumilu]

“there’s only one bed” - chrollo lucilfer x reader

a/n: a very stereotypical cliche for fanfics, but, yk what? cringe is heavily underappreciated. so here, have my drabbling of what would happen if you were to spend an unwanted night in the same hotel bed as the adultrio. for the last part, we’re taking a look at chrollo lucilfer! also! this may suck!

summary: you arrive at the hotel with chrollo, your childhood friend and colleague, but to your horror (wink wink), there’s only one bed. this is part three of a three-part series, with the adultrio. hisoka and illumi are already written so i suppose that concludes the series!

warnings: no particular trigger warnings, lowercase intended, a lot of fluff! and cuddling! chrollo being his usual self, charming but kinda dead ,,, except this time he’s not using you (cough neon nostrade) ... no nsfw :)

chrollo lucilfer:

- chrollo lucilfer was an undeniably enticing man.

- you two had just exited the train station, and were now walking to your hotel. 

- why had this trip been planned? well, chrollo had bought reservations, claiming he “had something private to say” one night. honestly, he made you nervous sometimes. just what you expected from the leader of an internationally renowned murder gang.

- the refreshing cold air chilled your face, as you walked along the damp pavement. the large, multistory hotel loomed in the distance, like an upright torch in a sea of gray. you turned to look at chrollo. 

- “it’s cold, isn’t it?” 

- “astounding observation.” he smiled audaciously.

- growing up alongside them hadn’t been easy for you; after all, meteor city was dilapidated. after leaving the place, you had found the estimated population to be around 8 million people. funnily enough, it had never felt like that many.

- you still remembered the day chrollo had formed the phantom troupe. you had watched as he set out the rules standing proudly on the trash-pile; as he described the metaphorical spider and its immortality. 

- personally, you hated spiders. too many legs.

- either way, you stayed there, listening, observing - you had seen them running around the city before, laughing and playing together. how could people be so happy in such an obscure place? 

- meteor city; it was almost... suffocating. the fact that no one acknowledged the residents, even as a collective percentage, chilled you to your core. you wanted to be known. you guessed that was why you were still alongside chrollo today.

- you supposed the only way to get through the maddening sense of compression was with friendship. alas, you didn’t really have many friends. it was always hard to find them. therefore, you would check to see what chrollo’s group were doing together, but would never join unless invited.

- that fateful night, the ignition of the troupe; truly a day to remember. 

- as soon as you had turned around from behind some abandoned trash, chrollo had slowly turned to look at you. you had been listening as he mused about the phantom troupe’s intentions. he had personally seen you around the junkyard many times. always watching. waiting for something? no, just observing. here you were, eyes on him, yet again.

- a pause. you could feel everyone’s eyes on you. but it wasn’t humiliating; it was exhilarating. 

- you still remembered the way you had cursed yourself for thinking like that. why had you come out from your hiding place? you didn’t want anything to do with this group; killing people, stealing things, wandering astray from the path of morality... what was this?

- “did you hear everything?” he had asked.

- “yes.” you whispered.

- your eyes lifted to meet his. you knew almost nothing of where that day would eventually lead you. you shared a long stare that night, almost childish, waiting for him to say something. you could swear his eyes were boring into your soul.

- “you don’t want to join, do you?”

- you gulped and looked at the dirt beneath you.

- “no.”

- things had changed since then.

- you had never did end up joining the phantom troupe. it was too chaotic for you. but, you did end up sticking around and, somehow, you came to know each of the troupe members extremely well.

- whenever they’d rendezvous and cause destruction, you’d always be there, observing from the sidelines. chrollo liked to call it your “unofficial bond”. having spent a lot of your time with the interchanging 13, you knew their likes and dislikes, and often helped them out when they couldn’t get information. for some reason, you felt as if chrollo trusted you with this greatly. 

- rarely, you got to spend time with him alone. you two were undoubtedly closer than any other pairs from the troupe, yet it was more of an unspoken connection than a full-blown one. compared to, let’s say, nobunaga and uvogin, and no one would have even speculated chrollo and you being as close.

- nevertheless, you loved when you got to spend time with him; whenever he loosened his idiotic “i’m the leader and we’re going to kill hundreds of people now!” demeanor, he was actually quite the gentleman. 

- back to the present, you scoffed and continued walking; each breath made a little cloud in front of you, making you grin a little. when you were younger, you had always pretended to smoke whenever it was cold enough for it to happen.

- “you’re such a child.” chrollo said, adjusting his beige headband. you often wondered why he decided to get a tattoo on his forehead. troupe matters, you supposed. finally reaching the grand entrance to the hotel, chrollo pushed the gold revolving door, with an ironic “after you” look. you went through hastily, raising an eyebrow at him on the way in.

- the lobby was truly extravagant, full of grandeur that you had never seen before. you could only begin to fathom how much money the troupe got from stealing. 

- honestly, you really felt like smacking chrollo. what right did he have to take you to such a huge place? with his own laundered money? that he probably earned from making someone else’s life hell? you opened your mouth to protest. he promptly interrupted you.

- “be quiet, y/n. you know have money to spend, so why shouldn’t i spend it on you? just this once?”

- that was a lie. he knew he would definitely do something like this again.

- your mouth closed, knowing the same thing. you sighed momentarily and went off to sit on a weirdly smooth velvet couch in the lobby.

- while absentmindedly checking in, chrollo began thinking about what exactly he was going to say to you. truthfully, there was no real reason for him bringing you here, to the hotel. it was just, lately, he had been feeling strangely drawn to you. you had a certain warm magnetism that contrasted his philosophical coldness. whenever you sat together, he felt some sort of strange exaltation, just by looking at you. whenever you smiled, he couldn’t help but smile back. he had also become considerably happier.

- “wow, boss~ you seem jokier these days~”

- the thought of hisoka made him wince, driving him back to the clerk in front of him. 

- as he stared back at you, who was currently trying to figure out whether you could take the hotel magazines for free, he closed his eyes and let out a light breath. 

- you jolted as chrollo stood before you, tapping you on the shoulder. loosening your grip on the cheap magazine, you glared at him. 

- “keys.” he said, dangling them above you.

- “chrollo. don’t tell anyone. but i think have a plan.” 

- “what? y/n, y-”

- you grinned, grabbed the keys and started towards the stair doors, yanking chrollo’s sleeve along with you. he ran behind you, making quite the commotion as you two thundered up the switchback stairs, shoes scuffing along the floor. through ragged breaths and giggles, he asked you why in god’s name you were going so fast.

- stopping abruptly to catch your breath, you told him to look at your hands, with an impish look on your face.

- the hotel magazine, crumpled in your hands.

- he furrowed his brow at you, laughing confusedly at your antics. you often helped him unwind with your spontaneous, stupid acts, and he was grateful for it. chrollo was someone who didn’t recognize how much they needed a break until they got one. he truly enjoyed how you just treated him as a normal person. since you weren’t part of the troupe, he wasn’t your “boss”. he supposed he was your... friend.

- you slowly made your way up to the room with him. despite him being unnervingly annoying sometimes, you enjoyed every moment with chrollo. every look you shared with him, every joke you had made.

-  even when he was being serious you couldn’t help but admire his twisted resolve. often, you’d brush hands and sparks of ecstasy would rush to your heart. you guessed that was what happened when people were close. but what was “close”? you often found yourself mulling over the classifications of love, even if it wasn’t specifically about him. of course, you could love someone as a friend; what was romance, anyways?

- if there was one thing you had in common with chrollo, it was your interest in human emotion.

- chrollo had always been fascinated by the human psyche; so much so that it seemed like he knew what people were about to say before they even uttered a word. he too found himself musing over love; occasionally, you two would sit together and debate where each emotion stemmed from.

- however, no matter how equal you were, chrollo could always predict what you were about to say, never vice versa. he chalked it down to knowledge and experience, yet he found it ironic that emotions were his interest. he speculated the reason for it, and once, very wisely, said that “humans are always interested in what they do not have.”

- you reached the room fairly quickly, roused from the race up the stairs. half of you had already forgotten about what chrollo “wanted to tell you”; he opened the door and walked in first.

- “hey, wait out here for a second, i have a surprise.” he said, closing the door so it was only jarred open a little.

- nodding, you turned around, waiting in the lit hallway.

- chrollo turned to look at the room.

- wait.

- shit.

- a singular queen-sized bed stood in the middle of the room. 

- chrollo blinked.

- he could have sworn he asked for two twin beds. blinking a few more times, beginning to sweat a little, he jolted as your voice came from the door; “chrollo, is it ready?”

- “no, not yet, stay there!” he shouted, pacing towards the hotel phone, frantically dialling room service.

- “hello?”

- “good evening. how may we help you?”

- “yeah, uh, so you see, i’m in room 444 and i definitely, most certainly booked two beds, not one - would you mind checking?”

- “no problem! it says here that you booked one queen sized bed, with two reservations. are you sure you didn’t misclick? perhaps the room was booked by someone else?”

- suddenly, chrollo remembered; shalnark did all his computer work. that bloody, meddling... no, he shouldn’t say that. he had nothing but gratitude for all the troupe members. some were very, very, very difficult to like, however.

- “are there any spare rooms around?”

- “yes, of course! but moving will cost around-”

- “chrollo?” you interrupted, peeking around the doorframe. 

- you blinked. 

- the bed was... larger... and more... singular than expected.

- “y/n! there’s been a mistake... just; bear with me, okay? everything will be fine. i just need to pay a-”

- darting to where he was, you grabbed the phone and slammed it back onto the receiver. you grabbed chrollo by the shoulders, shaking him violently (rather dramatically, too).

- “what do you think you’re doing? i tell you to stop spending money on me, and here you are, spending the money you got from murdering people?” 

- you did not like the idea of sleeping in the same bed as chrollo one bit. however, you hated the idea of having him use his dark money on you way more. here he was, about to spend it on a simple matter. the persistent bastard.

- “whatever you say.” he murmured.

- “look, just think of it as a fun sleepover. no need for things to be awkward.”

- you were right. nothing would happen. childish as you were together, both of you knew boundaries. despite the recent appeal you had to him, he knew that your comfort was more important than anything.

- both agreeing to get some sleep, you changed into more comfy clothes and met back at the bed. 

- something you often overlooked was how pretty chrollo was. grayish-brown pupils that, to the gullible eye, seemed neutral and boring, but to you seemed like a world of wonder and speculation. his eyelashes seemed almost delicate, unaware of how beautiful they were. his lips always looked cold, with a reddish tinge, yet somehow fit harmoniously with the rest of his features. it was no secret that his muscles were extremely defined, as you had seen whenever he wore his coat. somehow, his skin was smooth and pale all over, not comparable to porcelain, but better; it had the duality to glow with pride or to appear a solemn gray. his hands were almost never without a book, yet when they were occupied with something else, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his elegant fingers. his hair, admittedly odd when slicked back, wisped across his face, fluffy as always. your eyes riveted on his.

- “what did you want to tell me?”

- shit. in the heat of all the issues, he had forgotten to think of something.

- what did he want to tell you? everything about himself, honestly. who he was, what he wished to do, his own personality, his philosophies. the dilemma was, he did not know himself. 

- who am i?

- the pressing question that bugged him so, that tugged at his sleeve like a child he wished he could ignore. the word that fit chrollo best was, “enigma”. he truly wanted to find himself, but what did that even mean? he spent his life growing from nothing, becoming nothing and, despite having the largest reputation in the world, still feeling like nothing. yet, it was something that was locked within you that opened him. the buzz of emotion he had felt from you; that had been something. pride and happiness were good, all in all, but you defined him. you gave him something to live for. of course, chrollo still stood by death as if it was an old companion, but some tiny part of him would feel remorse if he ever died. remorse for leaving you behind. that had never happened with anyone else. the closer he became to you, the more he had a meaning. he contemplated; were you his meaning? two souls meant to be intertwined? 

- “y/n.”

- “hm?”

- “love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. do you know who wrote this?”

- a silence met the air.

- “it was william shakespeare. a midsummer night’s dream.” he continued. “yet i wonder, what would one do if they had no mind? if love looks with the mind, yet had nowhere to look from, how would it see?”

- somewhere within you, you sensed he was talking about something very relevant. 

- love would find a way. it would shoot from every outlet it could, from one soul to another; love would find a way to reach someone. conscienceless or aware, love would perpetuate through every single molecule left in someone’s resolve. two ribbons that were meant to find each other would undoubtedly find each other if they their love was strong enough. that is what you thought as you sat there with him, mutually mulling over the question.

- “i think it would find a way, wouldn’t it?” you said.

- “probably so.”

- “that was random, chrollo?” you questioned after a few still moments.

- “i suppose so... i miss times where we talked about the philosophies of the mind.”

- you nodded. you missed them too, even though they were frequent. you yawned tiredly; it was getting late. chrollo advised you to get some rest, which you quickly heeded. slowly, you headed to the left side of the bed. he took the right.

- “do you mind if i turn off the light?”

- “i think i’ll read for a while.” he smiled. typical.

- you turned to your side, dreams of the awaiting night already outstretching their comforting arms. eventually, you slipped into a peaceful sleep.

- chrollo cocked his head to the side to look at you. he watched your chest rise and fall for a few seconds, before promptly returning to his book. 1984 by george orwell. his eyes skimmed over the page, blurred names and metaphors flying indifferently past his eyes; he wished to find the quote that resonated with him every time he had previously read it.

- bingo. 

- “if you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.”

- chrollo had everything to give to you; yet you did not enjoy any of it. he found that you seemed happiest when you just sat together with him, ruminating, or joking or just sitting there in silence. perhaps the only thing he hadn’t tried was the simplest; the most human. maybe the answer to his infatuation with you was right in front of him.

- a few minutes later, he thought it would be best to sleep. closing the lights, he lay there quietly, falling into a passage of thoughts that soon turned sleepy and incoherent.

- the night passed.

- when morning came, things, once again, were different. 

- chrollo was the first to wake up; fluttering his eyelashes, he soon became fully aware of his situation.

- he was on the other side of the bed.

- something was clinging to him.

- chrollo was clinging back.

- oh my god. he felt your arm wrapped low around his waist, with his doing the exact same around yours. almost like... you were mirroring each other. it was like you were hugging, except, when he looked down, you were still fast asleep. 

- shit. this was weird.

- what did he do? he couldn’t just wake you up and cause a commotion; it was him who had thought “nothing would happen”.

- so much for a goddamned “sleepover”.

- your head was buried in the crook of his chin, so you were cuddling into his chest; the bed had been long enough for you to shuffle down and start hugging him? not to mention, somewhere in the night, you had entirely switched places.

- he couldn’t exactly get up to roll you away, either.

- what a conundrum. silently and rather awkwardly, he waited, still embracing you. this definitely made things exponentially more complicated than they needed to be. 

- after around 10 minutes of waiting, you began to stir a little. 

- blinking a few times to clear your vision, you murmured something unintelligible.

- chrollo, about to pull the biggest bastard move of the century, shut his eyes and pretended to sleep.

- what a jackass.

- pushing away from his body, you stared at him, taking a few moments to register the situation.

- and so, your internal panic monologue began, rapid as ever.

- why the SHIT were you in chrollo’s arms not less than 5 seconds ago? and why had it felt undeniably cosy??? did you hug him? did he hug you? of course he was still sleeping. maybe he wouldn’t get to know. why were you on the other side of the bed? did anything happen? no, you would have remembered. you couldn’t roll him over, either. what the shit. 

- chrollo inconspicuously pretended to wake up, theatrical fake blinking and all. 

- “oh.” he stated blankly.

- you scrunched your face; that was the only thing he could say? meanwhile your soul was rapidly disintegrating?

- “chrollo, i have no idea how that-”

- “certainly interesting.” he interrupted.

- the best decision was to leave it. right?

- “huh? what? looooook... i think i’m going to go change...” you said, suppressing your fluctuating heartbeat. 

- chrollo sat up, nodding.

- as you left, you began speculating what to do; because you definitely couldn’t ignore this. when you woke up, you had felt safer, more comfortable. why was that? as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t drop the feeling that chrollo and you were something more than friends.

- chrollo, still on the bed, mulled over the various quotes and lines he had picked up. he ruminated over fond memories with you, and that buzzing feeling from earlier. he noticed it had skyrocketed. he felt... meaningful. bottling up his feelings wouldn’t do any good, would it? he had to say something. but it was dangerous. getting into matters like this may get in the way of the troupe. was it worth it? somewhere, he felt as if he already knew. this matter wasn’t exactly trivial. so, would he do it or not?

- subconsciously reaching for 1984 once more, he flicked past the cover and turned to a well-loved page of his. 

- “at the sight of the words, “i love you”, the desire to stay alive had welled up in him, and the taking of minor risks suddenly seemed stupid.”

- as people usually do at urgent times such as these, he realized what had to be done.

- let’s just say; chrollo’s library began to harbor a lot more romance.

dear reader, i sincerely sincerely apologize if ur here rn. i wrote a wholeass 3554 words and i dont want people wasting their time LMFAO, this was so dumb?? i am SO SO sorry for being inactive for weeks, i’ve had exams, but i kind of felt obligated to finish off this series. which once again. i am so sorry for. this one felt even MORE tedious than the illumi one. i feel like the characterization was poor, even though i tried  ,,, but i guess we all take Ls. i’m gonna just let this one be chalked down to my sleep deprivation and hopefully(?) continue writing. thx <3  

either way, likes or reblogs or whatever are super appreciated, but don’t feel forced to or anything! either way, i feel like no one’s gonna see this with my reach LMAOO but anyways thank you for reading, if you made it here! feedback and tips for writing on here are always helpful :)

[neoheros]

haikyuu boys as domestic boyfriend things feat. akaashi + kuroo + iwaizumi + tsukishima

akaashi keiji

i’ve said it once and i’ll say it as much as i can !!! he is the only boyfriend !! Ever !!!!

as we all know akaashi is pretty observant on a lot of things seeing that he’s their team’s vice captain and setter, he gotta be

he’s used to being keen on the people around him especially when it comes to his best friend, bokuto so it’s kinda a given that he’s used to it

when you and him started dating, he was almost always pretty nervous when it came to you cause you always used to intimidate him

and now that you’re someone he’s in a romantic relationship with, he figured it’s his job to make sure he knows what you want

basically he’s an over attentive babie

he never really saw anything in your habits worth noting other than the fact that you had a knack for taking home his hoodies and not returning them

you, showing up to school with his hoodie on: hey akaashi let’s exchange hoodies i like the one you have on right now

akaashi: but it looks exactly the same..?

you: yea but this doesn’t smell like you anymore 🥺👉👈

he’s so !!! soft !!!!!

he really lets you take home every hoodie you borrow from him for that sole reason and he insisted that he just sprays your clothes with his cologne but you’re like “nah i like it when the smell comes from you”

i 1000% guarantee that this guy smells like fresh cologne but not the strong ones like axe cause he knows what’s up

one time he came over to your place and there’s just a whole ass drawer labeled ‘akaashi’s’ and it has about 3 or 4 of his sweatshirts

you do it so often that it escalates to when you’re coming over you purposefully don’t bring any spare clothes just so you can wear his

akaashi: hey are you ready for bed?

you, in his oversized shirt and jersey shorts:

akaashi, on the verge of tears: 🥺

tsukishima kei

some would argue that he’s a bad boyfriend cause of his sharp tongue and stingy attitude

and you know what !!! if you think that, i will fight you !!!! on sight !!!!

he’s a precious boy and he may come off as a bit harsh and too much sometimes but when it comes to people that means a lot to him he’s just the absolute best !!

like akaashi, he’s pretty observant to his friends and teammates so it’s only a given that he’s that keen when it comes to you too

especially when it involves food

you do this thing where whenever the two of you go out to eat, no matter what he orders, you take a bite out of it

at first he was kinda thrown off guard but it didn’t really bother him that much since it was literally just food

he thinks it’s cute at how eager you can be when it comes to what to order moreso when you guys come to a place you haven’t eaten at before

you: maybe i should order their cinnamon coated churros

tsukki: no you don’t like cinnamon

but he’s not trying to dictate you on what to eat, he just knows !!!

he’s seen you react to all kinds of food and by now he’s kinda better than you at knowing what you like

also !! when he’s ordering food, he completely takes you into account as well !!

he wants pizza with full stuffed crusts but he remembers that eating too much bread makes you feel insecure ? nuh uh honey !! he’s not getting that !!

you: hey i think i’m gonna get their new dairy queen flavor, it looks good !!! 🥺

tsukki, knowing fully well that you won’t like it: yeah? i think i’m gonna get your usual, i wanna see why you like it so much

kuroo tetsuro

oh boy

one thing to know about kuroo when he’s in a relationship is that he’s a real fricken !!! SIMP !!!!!

simp in the sense that he’s so whipped and just borderline adores you bro i’m not even kidding

he’s a simp but only for you !!!

that includes walking you home everyday even if that meant you have to wait up until his practices end and carrying your books for you even when you insist that they’re not heavy at all

he also likes the way you smell a lot !!!

that’s why he loves giving you hugs especially when they’re from behind and he buries his head on the crook of your neck and just takes a whiff

like it’s super weird, but to him you just smell so fresh and good that for christmas you gave him a bottle of the perfume you wear to school everyday as a joke and he liked it

the first time you invited him over to chill at your house was on a thursday evening to study together and that’s when he met your mom

he loved your mom !!!

she was so cool with having him around that before you knew it your small study date turned into watching movies with him and your mother in the living room

he kept making jokes in between that you were sure your mom wouldn’t allow that that was the last time he came over

so short afternoons turned into spending the day together at your house or sneaking in through the window to hang out

he got so used to always being there every thursday for movie night that it wasn’t even a surprise to anyone that your mom trusted him enough to be alone with you

kuroo, at your house: hey! is it okay if i hang out here for a while? we don’t have practice haha

your mom: oh but y/n won’t be getting home for another hour..?

kuroo, already taking off his shoes: oh that’s totally fine

your mom joked about getting him his own key since he’s practically there all the time

you were so soft with that idea but it was a bit too far so all three of you just settled on getting kuroo his own separate drawer in your cabinet 🥺

kuroo: you just want more of my clothes to wear

you: that’s not true

kuroo: are you lying?

you: through my teeth ❤️

oh and also if you suddenly see kuroo arrive without warning, there’s absolutely no use in being shocked since he does that a lot these days

he’s also really chill with waiting out on your porch when neither you and your mom are at home and one time you were greeted with an asleep kuroo leaning against one of your pillars in the cold

your mom: aight we’re getting him a key

iwaizumi hajime

here are tips on how to get your boyfriend to stop looking at you like he’s ruthlessly shading you on his twitter account on a daily ❤️

alright now that all iwa stans are here !!!

i’m joking so anyways

i have this headcanon that iwa is just really punctual to everything because he got used to oikawa always being late so he started showing up as early as he can so he could stand as a proxy

it’s all really soft and his intentions are really kind but it starts being a bother when he’s TOO on time, yk?

ever since the two of you started dating he’s insisted on driving you to school everyday

at the time you were really 🥺 cause bro imagine iwa knocking at your door first thing in the morning with a hoodie on and an extra sweatshirt for you to wear cause it’s super cold

but then you realize that when he said he’ll pick you up at 7 in the morning he was actually being serious and not just making a joke because holy crap dude did you say 7 ???

you, asleep:

iwa, texting you: if you’re still in bed, i’m gonna go in there and drag you to school in your pajamas ❤️

but that’s ok because your mom insists that he comes inside for breakfast while he waits for you to get ready

that’s when you learn that since he got so used to arriving early to open up the gym he rarely eats in the morning

you were like HUH ?????

it threw you off that this man didn’t eat breakfast because homeboy had the body of a greek god let’s be honest and he was just there walking around not getting proper nutrition ??????

so when you get in his car, you hand him a protein bar and a bottle of yakult before he drove off

iwa: oh no thank you

you: it’s cute that you think i was offering

so he reluctantly eats the bar and he’s still off about drinking the yakult cause he’s never had it before but when he did !!!

he finished it in one drink, and you swear it looked like he had stars in his eyes

frankly, you took all the credit for that and starting from that day on you made sure to always stock up on your protein bars and yakult so you could ensure that your boyfriend stayed healthy

iwa: oh there are chocolate chips on this one 🥺

you, fastening your seatbelt: yeah, i’m not an idiot. i know how to trick my boyfriend into eating his protein !!!

[roonilwazlibimagines]

Hi! Ik it might take you a while to see this but here goes :) Can I request a Sirius x Reader, post-hogwarts (but when Lily and James were still alive) and reader and Sirius are in a toxic relationship where they truly love eachother but things are just always on and off, yk? And nobody ever knows wether they’re going to walk into the room all lovey dovey or walk into the room screaming at eachother, and you can decide the ending but please make it angsty :)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader Word Count: 4.7k Blurb: James and Lily plan a get-together to tell their friends some exciting news, but it doesn’t go to planned.  Warnings: Lot’s of fighting and yelling, toxic relationship and swearing, little bit of Jily where she keeps slapping James on the chest but it is playful and I couldn’t resist writing it I’m sorry.  A/N: Everyone in my inbox: ‘please write a part 2 to worst of you’, Me: *writes a fic with the same plot but at a different time*

Everyone seemed to freeze as a loud popping noise was emitted from outside the Potter household. It was an unusually warm January night and the Potter’s were glad the weather had held off for their usual ‘get-together’ with their school friends. 

“Five galleons that they’re angry at each other,” James’ smirk was soon replaced with a frown as Lily playfully slapped his shoulder. 

“James! They’re our friends, don’t be so mean,” she tsked and shook her head, standing up to let the visitors in and missing Remus’ slight nod to James. 

James, Remus and Peter sat in the Potter’s lounge room seemingly frozen as they anticipated the state in which their friends would arrive. They really didn’t intend to be so mean to them. They cared and loved for them and had practically grown up as they had spent most of their Hogwarts life with the both of them. Sure a lot of that time was spent separately, but it was still spent together.

They had begun dating in their fourth year, they were both young and in love and they were both the other’s first, well, everything. They broke up at the beginning of fifth year and Sirius had done it. Something about not wanting to be kept down his entire life and needing a change - the reasons seemed to blur after a while. They had remained friendly with the both of them, but neither of them could stand to be in the same room as the other so that made it quite difficult to spend time with either of them. Until just before Christmas when the odd couple got back together because during their time apart they had realised that there was no one else for them. Until the second week back at school when she claimed to come to her senses and had realised that Sirius was never going to change and she could not spend a second longer with him. That was, of course, until after exams during the small Common Room party when they had woken up to the two of them in Sirius’ bed. All was well until about a month later and then it became hard to keep up with their odd relationship. 

It wasn’t that they didn’t care about them - because they did care about them both very much - but it was hard trying to keep up with them when one minute they were having a screaming match in the Gryffindor Common Room for all the first years to gawk at and the other they were cuddled up on Sirius’ bed pathetically telling the other everything they loved about them. 

Everyone was concerned (more intrigued) about what would happen to the odd couple after Hogwarts but nothing seemed to change. They weren’t dating when they officially graduated Hogwarts but by the next week when James invited them all over for a graduation celebration they were practically joined at the hip. That was, of course, until Sirius realised that he was free now that he was out of Hogwarts which led to a very loud screaming match on the Potter’s front porch where the three boys and Lily were sat in a similar position to where they were now: silent and nervous as they listened to their friends crying outside. 

“Bit awkward that they bought a house together now, isn’t it?” James’ voice was unusually high as he tried to make light of the very awkward situation they were in when they heard a popping noise and realised the screaming had finally ended. Similarly, Lily had playfully slapped his shoulder and scoffed, going outside to go and comfort her crying her friend. 

After that break-up James had asked Lily what she thought they did now that they lived together as opposed to Hogwarts where they could break up and get together as much as they pleased, both having their own dormitory to resign to at the end of it all. Lily had, once again, playfully slapped his shoulder making him exasperatedly ask, ‘what?! I’m curious,’ and so was Remus and Peter. 

“Well don’t tell anyone this but she told me that they have separate rooms and sometimes when it’s really bad Sirius goes to The Leaky Cauldron.” Lucky Remus and Peter weren’t just anyone. 

Now it had been over a year since they had graduated and the odd couple were still on and off and were currently just getting over a break-up which had also occurred at the Potter household during their last get-together. But apparently Sirius had come to his wits and came knocking at her door at two in the morning begging for forgiveness and they were just about to see whether or not it had worked. 

“Sorry we’re so late,” the three boys looked at each other; eyes wide, “Sirius couldn’t decide what to wear.”

“I just want to look the best for you.” They heard a giggle and a smooching noise as Lily reassured them that they were hardly late. Remus smirked as he stood up and reached his hand out to a disgruntled James who sighed as he fished in his pockets for five galleons. 

James didn’t plan on making this a game (especially not with the amount of money he was losing), but how could they not when they knew that the two ‘lovers’ would walk in either at each other’s necks and fighting or at each other’s necks and leaving a few ‘marks’.

“Hi everyone,” she was beaming and cheerful and she came around to give a big hug to everyone with Sirius trailing behind her and doing the same, “we missed you so much.”

 The Potter’s had two single lounges on either side of a three-seater lounge all facing a small table and a fireplace. James and Peter were sat on either side of the three-seater with Lily resuming her place in the middle and Remus on one of the single-seaters. 

“C’mere love,” Sirius mumbled in her ear as his hand wrapped around her wrist and led her to the other single-seater, sitting himself down and bringing her to sit on his lap. She leant her head on his chest and he put his arms around her waist. 

She felt content. She was sure that no matter how strange and chaotic their relationship was, her and Sirius were meant to be together. They were the other’s first love and when she fit so perfectly into his embrace how could she ever think otherwise? 

Sirius let out a sigh and a small smile formed on his face. He wasn’t really sure about anything in his life but this just seemed to make sense. He gave her a little squeeze before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Sure they had their moments, but isn’t love about getting through them all? 

Lily cleared her throat, trying to bring the attention of James, Peter and Remus to anywhere else but the odd couple. They were being anything but subtle with James and Peter’s bodies completely turned to face them and Remus practically off his seat all trying to get the best view of the time bomb sitting in front of them. 

“So, what have we all been up to since the last time we saw each other?” Lily regretted the words that left her mouth as soon as she said it, but she smiled confidently at them all as if she hadn’t said anything wrong. 

Of course, the last time they had all been together that bomb had gone off and they all had front row seats. 

Really, they should have seen it coming. Her cheerful smile was a blank expression and Sirius’ teasing comments were replaced with a, ‘they don’t know we broke up, just smile and act like everything is fine’ which they definitely weren’t meant to hear and which the odd couple definitely didn’t achieve. 

They had joked about it afterwards that it was the shortest amount of time it had taken them to start fighting. 

“Lily this wine is amazing, where did you get it from?” Sirius was sitting as far away from her as he could manage, their distance - lounges away - contrasting to the close proximity they were in now. 

“Oh, I got it from The Leaky Cauldron as a gift from Tom,” Lily seemed like she was about to continue before she was cut off. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t tried it if it’s from The Leaky Cauldron,” she couldn’t contain the smirk forming on her lips, “don’t you spend a lot of time there, Sirius?” She was going to stop there, she really was, but seeing Sirius’ hand clench on the arm rest seemed to ignite something in her and before she knew it she was asking, “or where you too busy fucking whatever whore came in that you didn’t have time to try their wine?” It took James, Peter and Remus every fibre of their being not to start whooping and shouting because as much as they loved Sirius, it was quite hilarious.

“Yes, I was actually,” Sirius stood up, “best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Oh shut up!” She stood and got up in his face. There was a moment of silence with Sirius’ glare challenging her sneer. Then, in a mumble which the rest of them could hardly make out he asked, “do you think I could have a word with you outside?”

“Gladly.” 

It was more than a word. It was actually a lot of words. A lot of mean and nasty words which they all could hear as they sat inside in a similar position to where they were the first time they had fought like this when they first left Hogwarts. It was oddly silent in the house, with the only noise being their two friends screeching at each other outside. 

“You’re the one who sent me to The Leaky Cauldron,” Sirius’ voice was shrill and loud. 

“Well maybe if you stopped acting like a child I wouldn’t have broken up with you,” her voice somehow was louder than his. 

“Well maybe if you weren’t always so serious about everything then I wouldn’t have to.”

“You always fucking do this Sirius,” her voice started out softly but it rose towards the end. 

“Whatever, I don’t need this,” he sighed and with a quick, “fuck this,” Sirius disapparated and soon she was awkwardly walking into the lounge-room, tears threatening to spill as she excused herself and went home for the night. 

“Well Sirius and I got back together,” she let out a small laughm turning her head to Sirius who was playfully rolling his eyes at her. 

Peter’s eyes widened, Remus almost choked on his drink and James cleared his throat as Lily laughed with her friend and gave James an encouraging kick to the shin so he would laugh with her. 

“Thank Merlin we did,” Sirius whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her nose as everyone let their awkward giggles die down. 

She knew what everyone thought of their relationship. People might say that she was dumb for constantly going back to Sirius, but they didn’t know him like she did. Sure they all had front row seats to their constant bickering and fighting but they weren’t there when they got home and were tangled up in each other's arms with Sirius telling her everything he loved about her. But, of course, she wasn’t naive enough to think that the people around them hadn’t spoken about the eventful ending to their last ‘get-together’ and so why not address the elephant in the room?

Sirius also knew what everyone thought of their relationship. But he didn’t like people knowing the details, he was very private when it came to his relationships and why did people need to know anything about it? 

But he still smiled at her because this was their friends she was speaking to, they were like family and maybe it was okay if she let slip a few details about their relationship. 

“Obviously, last time we were here it was a bit different,” she turned around to face everyone else, a small smile forming on her lips as Sirius hummed and made a conscious effort to unclench his jaw. “But Sirius came home and apologised and we made up and trust me, we definitely made up,” she giggled before opening her mouth to continue. 

“Okay, I think they get it, love,” Sirius let out an awkward giggle as he spoke through gritted teeth. 

“Well if they can hear us screeching on their front porch then they can-”

“Well they didn’t have to hear us screeching on their front porch.” Her head snapped around to look at him smiling sweetly at her.

“What is that meant to mean?” She squinted her eyes at him as he took his hands off her waist. 

“Nothing, my love.” Sirius let out a deep sigh before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her temple. They were finally in a good place and he really didn’t want to pick a fight with her right here in front of their friends. Again. 

She glared at him hoping that he would understand how mad she was at him for picking a fight and then ending it as if it was all her fault. 

There was an awkward silence before James cleared his throat and everyone’s attention was brought to James. 

She felt a heat rise to her chest in embarrassment as she realised how pathetic their little row actually was and as James opened his mouth to start speaking she mumbled an ‘I’m sorry’ to Sirius who brought his arms back around her waist and whispered an ‘it’s okay,’ before softly kissing her cheek and bringing his attention to James. Maybe he had overreacted. 

“So I know Lily and I always invite you over for little ‘get-togethers’ because you’re our family and we love you all and we want to stay this close forever.” He turned to Lily and placed a hand on her thigh. She put her hand over his and beamed. They all looked around at each other and smiled in an acknowledgement that they were family and they did love each other very much. 

“And while this is all very true, James and I actually invited you because, well,” her and James looked at each other and let out a breathy laugh, “we are going to be extending our family.” Their beaming faces turned to look at their friend’s confused ones before Lily almost screeched, “I’m pregnant!”

A chorus of cheers broke out in the small living room as everyone got up to hug the new parents. 

“Lily, oh my gosh!” she let out a squeal as she hugged her best friend before continuing, “I’m so excited for you, congratulations!” She hugged her tight before letting go and Lily grabbed her hands and placed it on her tummy both of them giggling in excitement. 

Peter, Remus and Sirius gave their congratulations to James, waiting until the two girls broke apart so they could congratulate Lily. 

“Congratulations, mate,” Sirius beamed, patting him on the back before continuing, “can’t wait to meet the little baby and teach them everything you won’t.”

Their previous little feud had been completely forgotten by the majority of the room, fortunately overshadowed by the good news from the soon-to-be-parents. Once everyone gave their congratulations they resumed their positions across the lounges, a sense of excitement filling in the room as everyone was still beaming at James and Lily. 

“Now we want you to know that choosing the godparents was a really hard decision,” Lily’s hand was wrapped around James’ arm as she looked around to everyone individually in the room, “and we don’t want anyone’s feelings to be hurt, because James and I will have more children.”

“That we will,” James smirked, turning his head to press a soft kiss to Lily’s head. Despite their smiles, their friends scrunched up their noses in disgust and playfully rolled their eyes. 

“But we had to make a decision,” they were trying to be sympathetic but the smiling faces of all their friends were infectious and they knew that no one would be offended, “and the godparents will be,” James paused for dramatic effect before turning towards the odd couple in the single-seated chair, “you two!” 

She stood up and beamed at Sirius, grabbing his face in her hands and pulling him in for a kiss before bringing her attention to James and Lily. She pulled them both into her arms and kissed their cheeks, both them letting out a chorus of ‘thank you’s’, ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I can’t wait’s’.

When they sat back down Sirius’ grip on her waist was much tighter and this time she placed her hand over his and gave it a big squeeze. 

“We promise to be the best godparents ever,” she gushed, a large smile forming on her face. 

“Yeah, we’ll let them do everything you won’t let them do,” Sirius continued making everyone laugh. 

“I don’t doubt that you will,” James and Lily shook their heads knowing that as much as the odd couple would live up to their promise, they would never put the baby in actual danger. Well not any real danger. 

If they were being honest, which they would never be to the odd couple, they really weren’t convinced on making them godparents. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust them, they would trust them with their lives if they really had to. Well, they would trust them individually. They were amazing friends individually, but when they were together it seemed only a matter of time before they would explode and as they had experienced from the last few years, they really didn’t care who ended up in the destruction. 

When James and Lily had discussed the topic of godparents it was quite obvious that the odd couple would be the perfect choice because Lily wanted her to be the godmother, being her closest friend and all, and Sirius, who was basically James’ brother, was perfect to be the godfather because he was her boyfriend. . 

Well, at the time he was her boyfriend, but that was not long before they had the massive fight at the Potter’s and their concerns about them being godparents began to grow. 

“Maybe it will bring them together?” James had suggested innocently, shrugging his shoulders and earning a playful slap to his shoulder from Lily. “What?”

“Oh yes that will be great,” Lily beamed sarcastically at him, “I can’t wait to introduce our child to their fighting godparents only to have them go off and fuck in a closet and forget about their godchild!”

But Lily was convinced on having her as a godmother and James was convinced on having him as a godfather and it would have been a bit weird if they had given it to her and Remus and that probably would have led to another fight. 

So they decided to wait until they were in a good spot until they broke the news to them and when she had owled Lily to tell her that Sirius had apologised and they were thinking about getting back together, Lily was ecstatic to hear this (for the first time) and immediately sent out owls to come to their house in two days. She didn’t want to leave it too late in case they broke up again. Usually it lasted a little longer, but honestly who knew with them. 

Maybe it was wrong on their behalf, but godparents didn’t technically need to be together anyways so all that mattered was that they were together when they told them as this was the best case scenario with the least risk of them getting into a fight. 

But even though it was the least riskiest, there was still a risk. 

“And you were going to ruin their announcement,” Sirius chuckled, squeezing his arms around her and making her unsure about how she was meant to take that comment. 

Everyone suddenly went quiet. 

“What do you mean?” She raised an eyebrow but she hadn’t turned to look at him yet. 

“Oh merlin,” Lily whispered as all smiles were wiped off their friends' faces as they braced themselves for the explosion. 

“You tried to pick a fight with me just before they announced it,” Sirius explained, still seemingly innocent to what the outcome of his comment was going to lead to. 

“I didn’t try to pick a fight with you.” She turned around to face him, giving him a confused look but still trying to force a smile. 

“Really, well it seemed like you-”

“You were trying to pick a fight with me, you always do.” She furrowed her eyebrows together as their friends stared intently at her seemingly unable to take their eyes away from the emerging disaster in front of them.  

“I do not,” Sirius huffed, getting defensive as he took his arms away from her waist. 

“You’re picking one right now!” Her voice was getting louder and her expression angrier and Sirius let out a sigh. 

“I’m sorry, love,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead and went to continue before he was cut off. 

“No,” she stood up, “you’re an ass Sirius Black.” She could feel the tears start to pool in her eyes and she wasn’t sure if it was due to the anger or the embarrassment. “You always pick a fight with me and then you apologise as if I’m the one being annoying.” 

Their friends shared a look as they all seemed to shrink back into their seats, their previous excitement getting lost in the explosion. 

“Well at least I’m not the one who always has to make a scene in front of our friends.” Sirius stood up and waved his hand around to their friends who all moved their eyes away before she could turn around and see them staring intently at them. 

“Oh fuck off Sirius,” she rolled her eyes and sniffled as she felt a tear fall down her cheek, “do you really think they can’t hear us when we ‘take it outside?’” She asked, teasing him for always wanting to do so when it was obvious they would be able to hear. 

“Can you just fucking stop?” His voice was booming, “Tonight was about James and Lily but you just couldn’t handle the attention not being on you for more than two minutes, could you?” He was pointing at her and she squinted at him, a few more tears falling down. 

“How dare you?” Her voice was beginning to tremble and she hated that he would think he had gotten to her. She wanted to turn to James and Lily and apologise for being such shitty friends and tell them that she was really happy for them, but it was easier to pretend that they weren’t there. 

“What? Speak the fucking truth?” Sirius taunted, stepping closer to her so their faces were inches apart. “Well congratulations because you ruined their announcement.”

“How dare you accuse me of being such a shitty friend when you’re the one who is always picking a fucking fight with me!” Her voice started soft but as she continued it got more heated and soon she was yelling at him. Sirius clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breath. 

“Fuck this,” he mumbled, “fuck this,” his voice got louder, “you always fucking ruin everything for me.” He leant down so his face was even closer to hers before standing back up and clearing his throat. He finally addressed the rest of his friends as she angrily wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I’m sorry that your announcement has been ruined, I’m really happy for you, mate,” he gave a sincere look to James and Lily, “and I am honoured to be their godfather. But I think it's time I went before anything escalates.” 

“I’m so happy you get to be the bigger person again,” she spat at him, but he didn’t acknowledge her words. 

He walked around the room and gave his friends a hug goodbye, congratulating them once more before giving her a dirty look and apparating to The Leaky Cauldron. 

He leant against the doorframe and took a deep breath. He really didn’t like fighting with her, as much as he did it and as much as people probably thought he liked it, he really hated it. But he just couldn’t help it. She knew exactly how to get his blood boiling and he knew exactly how to push her buttons but that was just because they knew each other so well. Too well, probably, considering their history. 

More than anything, he felt horrible for ruining his best friends, his brothers, announcement. He would never admit it but he did know that the fight wasn’t just one sided. It never was. He would get a room and write an apology to his friends immediately. Maybe they could celebrate together, with just him, to save any more dramas. 

There was the thought in the back of his head that he would be a godparent with her, but he decided to push it to the back of his head. He wouldn’t be able to sleep if he let his worries bubble to the surface. He wanted to be the best role model a godfather could be to this baby and at the moment he felt everything but. 

His heart ached as he replayed the image of the tears falling down her cheeks as she yelled at him and for a moment he considered apparating back to their house and holding her until she stopped crying and forgave him. 

He wiped the tears off his face and walked into the pub. 

She was mumbling out apologies any moment there was a silence. . 

“We are horrible friends, I am so sorry.” She wrapped her arms around both of them as they patted her back and told her it was okay, checking for the umpteenth time that she didn’t want to stay with them instead of going to a presumably empty house. “You’re too kind, but I just really want to go back to my comfortable bed.” And with one horrible attempt at a convincing smile she apparated back to her empty flat.

She threw herself on the bed and let out a muffled scream into her pillow. She hated that he knew exactly how to get her blood boiling and even though she knew exactly how to push his buttons, he had definitely initiated it tonight. 

She hated fighting with him, she hated the horrible twisty feeling she got in her tummy that always made her feel like everything inside of her was going to come out and she hated that he had the power to make her feel like this. 

But this time it was worse because even though they had fought in front of their friends many times, they had never brought so much attention to themselves when it really shouldn’t have been. She felt horrible and decided that first thing tomorrow she would owl Lily and meet up with them to properly celebrate. At least it would give her time to get a gift. 

Her mind wandered to the baby and how she was expected to be their godmother. Not that she wanted anything more than to be the best godmother the little baby could ever have, it was just that right now she didn’t know if she would ever be able to do so. 

For a moment she wanted nothing more than to have Sirius’ arms around her, shushing her and kissing the top of her head and stroking her back and telling her that everything was going to be fine. But she wasn’t sure that they were ever going to be anywhere near being fine. 

Back at the Potter’s the four friends sat in silence. No one knowing what to say. They shared a few looks and many sighs, but the tension was still leftover from the explosion and it seemed that no one knew what to say and no one really knew how to deal with the aftermath of the explosion. 

“So does this mean I get my five galleons back?” James asked innocently.  Lily shook her head and playfully slapped his shoulder as James whined when Remus shook his head. 

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Hi a 🍰 pls?

Appearance: over 18, she/her, 5’3 115lbs hourglass figure, long wavy dark hair and hazel/green eyes. I like to wear makeup and experiment with colorful makeup and I have a edgy, sexy, chic style 🥀

Personality: ISTJ, Capricorn ☀️&🌙 Ravenclaw, Introvert, I am generally a very chill person, I do tease and am sarcastic but I try not to take it too far. Not necessarily the mom friend more like the annoyed aunt lol I tend to show affection like a cat kinda hot and cold but my love language is touch and action. Dry send of humor! I would say my worst traits are that I seclude myself when I’m upset and can be selfish/self centered, am a pro procrastinator and low-key like to complain/rant about things that aren’t a big deal 👀 THRIVE in quiet cozy place🍄

Other Facts: I rlly enjoy animals, (I adore my cat and aquariums, everyone should own fish they are the best🐠) gardening, baking, my eyeshadow is my creative outlet and I am almost always listening to music and will spend hours making playlists I like all genres with the exception of hardcore screamo, any country that came out after 2010 🎵 I work as a barista and in a greenhouse and don’t like driving, also like sweets, candles and perfume and I LIVE for cozy rainy days🌸

Relationship stuff: I would say I’m generally low maintenance in a relationship, we don’t have to spend every moment together but spending quality time is important. I can’t handle it when people get super emotional (like lose their temper or frustrated easily) I love cuddling and taking care of them,💙

Your blog is one of my favorites to follow, writing is top notch;)

@sarcasticjellyfish

Romantic Matchup

Iwaizumi Hajime

How Y’all Met

AHHHHGGGGGG

YALL HAD THAT CLASSIC BARISTA CUSTOMER LOVE TROUPE!!!!!

Ok...I’m calm now

So he would always came to the coffee shop where you worked

But he always came at the Exact. Same. Time.

E v e r y S i n g l e D a y

For one reason only...

You

He thought you were so beautiful!

And you always made an effort to talk to him

And even better

YOU MADE THE BEST COFFEE EVER

He swears you make it better than everyone else

But damn he could never find the balls to ask you out

Eventually word of Iwas little crush made it to Oikawa 👀

So what did he do?

Stalked you two of course 🙄

He put on his best disguise

Went to the coffee shop

And waited

Jesus he swears this was the SADDEST thing he’s ever saw

Why tf was iwa being so soft

And AWKWARD

After iwa left Oikawa went up to you

He basically told you that iwa had a crush on you but would never grow the balls to tell you

You liked iwa too so you concocted a plan...

The next day when iwa walked in he ordered his usual

You made it for him but instead of putting his name on the cup...

You put your number 🤭

Omg iwa turned RED

He stuttered out a thank you

Then left

Let’s just say you got a little date invite that night ;)

What They Love About You

He loves that you don’t need CONSTANT attention

Don’t get him wrong he loves you and would drop everything for you

But the fact that you guys can go a day or two without being with each other and it not affecting your relationship is comforting to him

He loves that you like to bake 👀

Now he himself isn’t that into baking

But he still likes the treats 😋

Bake the man some cookies 🍪

He’ll fall even more in love with you

He loves that you take care of him

Now iwa is very in tuned to his body

What it needs

It’s limits

All that jazz

But he can get carried away sometimes

And it’s those moments where you care for his overworked body and reprimand him for overworking himself

We all need that person to keep us grounded yk

UGH

I’m sorry but iwa tells dad jokes

So he loves that your humor is a little on the dryer side 😅

Favorite Things To Do Together

Honestly He LOVES when it’s pouring rain outside and he just gets to cuddle with you all day

It’s just so cozy and warm and quiet and ieufhfjrdj

He loves it

But besides from that he likes going on late night drives with you

Because every time you go for one you play one of the new playlists you made

And y’all just vibe all night

And finally

He loves to garden with you

He’s not the best gardener but he’s not half bad either!

He has a little cactus plant that’s his pride and joy 🌵

Random Hc

He’s your Uber

Ever since you two became a official couple...

He’s driven you EVERYWHERE

he also does that this where he turns the wheel with one hand

Pretty hot ngl

Iwa actually loves fishies!

So aquarium dates are a must

Iwa has a bit of a sweet tooth

So be careful with how many sweets you give him 👀

Every song iwa said he likes you’ve put on a playlist called “iwas Jams”

Astrology

If they’re operating from a base of love and mutual respect, they’ll be able to overcome most obstacles, but they must work hard.

Gemini must have freedom to think outside the bounds; they rely on their quick wits, humor and intellectual prowess to move through life at a fast pace.

Capricorn is concerned with advancement and status; they rely on following the rules and finding set, tried-and-true paths to follow toward success, no matter how long it takes.

Gemini likes to cut corners; Capricorn likes to be thorough.

These two Signs’ challenge as a couple is to learn to maintain a similar pace so they can arrive at the same place at the same time.

Capricorn is very unassuming and quiet, which stands out even more against Gemini’s outgoing, boisterous nature.

Capricorn tends to be slow, steady and stubborn while Gemini is flexible and tends to change their mind a lot.

Gemini has a quick brain that sees loopholes in an instant, while Capricorn is tough to convince that taking advantage of a shortcut is a better idea than following the well-mapped course that they know will ensure their success.

However, if these two can learn to understand and then implement one another’s approaches, they can achieve far more than they could alone.

Overall Aesthetic

Rainy Days 🌧

Someone to you - BANNERS

If the world was ending - JP Saxe

Happiest year - Jaymes Young

All of me - John Legend