#he was really quiet with me today since i popped up between breaks to say hi

[dilatorywriting]

Heroes vs. Villains : The Staff

Platonic GN!Reader x NRC Staff vs. RSA Staff Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. NRC Staff Version (Part 1: Crewel and Crowley)

ie. Headmaster Crowley is a nightmare, and Professor Crewel is, well, cruel. And to be perfectly honest, after meeting another dog-loving professor who doesn't treat you like absolute garbage, the Royal Sword Academy is starting to look a lot more appealing.

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‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me!’

Crowley had chirped that very sentiment to you ad nauseum, with all the enthusiasm of an old raven eyeing a shiny penny.

“Do you really believe that?” you sniffled, angry, as you sat slumped over in one of his rickety office chairs.

People at this stupid school were mean. And yeah, school yard insults and casual accusations of being the House Wardens’ little bitch were one thing—but these assholes would go right for the throat. All of your insecurities—your fears—all laid out like a nice spread of hors d'oeuvres ready for the picking. You had endured enough sharp barbs for a lifetime, and the fact that your glorious Headmaster and self-proclaimed parental figure kept writing it all off as a ‘learning experience’ was driving you mad.

“Of course I do, dear child!” he beamed. “What sort of educator would I be if I didn’t practice what I preach! Words are but the wind, as they say!”

You nodded, sage, and shot him a smile so sugary sweet it could rot the teeth right out of his skull.

“I wish I’d never met you and I hope that all your feathers fall off one by one,” you chirped. “And I use the ‘Number One Child’ mug you gave me to scoop water out of the toilets when the plumbing fails.”

Crowley’s mouth fell open with a nearly audible clunk, and if he weren’t so wrapped up in all kinds of immoral, black magic, bull-shittery, you would have liked to imagine that maybe that had been the sound of his heart cracking in his stupid, embroidery-covered, chest.  

You popped up from your chair and breezily made your way to the exit. You propped yourself up against the intricate, wooden, frame and clapped your hands together like a bubbly preschool teacher addressing a room full of particularly dull children.  

“I’m glad we could get that out in the open in a completely pain-free way. Words really can’t hurt anyone!”

You managed to slip the door closed just as he started to wail.

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That afternoon you made your way to Professor Crewel’s office, as had become your routine. It was nice. Sometimes you would help him grade papers, sometimes you would just nibble on fancy cookies and listen as he ranted about the incompetence of certain staff members which shall not be named.

Sometimes his dogs were with him in the afternoons—a pair of giant, lithe, wolf-like beasts that were most certainly of a very proud and expensive lineage. Jasper was the black one and Badun the white, and each had a coat so glossy and well-maintained that they could put your own hair care to shame. Badun was enthusiastic, charismatic, and would bound to greet anyone who entered. Jasper was more quiet, reserved, but he was secretly your favorite of the duo. Whenever you stopped in after classes, the shadowy hound would lumber over and rest his giant head in your lap.

“No puppies today?” you called when you were greeted with silence rather than a wave of happy kisses.

“They’re in for their groom,” Crewel mumbled, busy at work with his head bowed over some lab reports or other. Normally he would grouchily correct you that his two precious pooches were adults. Dogs. And should be addressed as such. He must have been really distracted today. Or maybe you were just wearing him down.

You settled into the lovely, plush, chair off to the side that you had long since claimed as your own, and set your bookbag on the floor by your feet with a thump.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence with nothing but the sound of scratching ink over paper to break up the monotony, Professor Crewel dropped his head into his hands with a miserable sort of sigh.

“You should not have spoken to Crowley as you did.”

You blinked, startled. “What?”

“I of all people understand how frustrating the Headmaster’s antics can be,” Crewel continued, firm. “But you are still a student of this Institution—and one in a precarious enough position as it is. So you need to be mindful of your tongue.”

Indignation roiled through your gut, followed by a sharp prick of disquiet that you couldn’t quite place.

“Then he should be mindful to treat me like a student and not some—some pet project,” you huffed, kicking irritably at your patched backpack for want of nothing else to do. “And besides, what’ll he even do? Expel the one person in this entire college who mops up every single one of his messes? And I mean, it’s not like he’s running around the school crying or anything. I wasn’t that mean.”

Crewel pinched the bridge of his nose and you paused, mouth parting in surprise.

“Oh come on, he did not.”

“In the name of preserving our esteemed leader’s dignity I will say no more on the matter,” he grit out, and you fought the urge to immediately whip out your phone to message Ace, and Cater, and every other rabid gossip you could think of.

“Well, maybe he deserved it,” you snipped, crossing your arms stubbornly across your chest. A bit of cautious warmth spread through you and you nervously plucked at one of the loose threads on your uniform sleeve. “And besides,” you mumbled. "He can cry about me calling him a shitty father all he wants. You’ve been way more of a dad to me here than he could ever try to be.”

“I beg your pardon.”

You froze, fingers locking in place around the picked-apart edges of your jacket. The ice in his voice was unfamiliar and entirely unpleasant. It sent a frigid wave of worry curling through your veins. Had you overstepped? You’d thought—You’d just thought—

“I-I mean,” you spluttered. “I only meant that, well… Uhm… You’re really nice to spend time with. A-And, I just…” He made you feel like you were home again. Like even though Ramshackle was empty and cold, that you could still walk into this little office and say ‘I’m back!’ to an actual, real-life person and not just the shadows that lived in your foyer.

“Let me be perfectly clear, Prefect,” he sneered. There was an undercurrent of hostility running so sharply through every word that you were left wondering frantically if you’d unintentionally trampled over a sensitive topic. You hadn’t thought it was a big deal. You just—you just really, really looked up to him. And felt safe with him. And—And—

‘I’m sorry,’ you wanted to say. But instead you just let out an odd kind of choked squeak.

“I have no intention of playing parent to anyone,” he snapped. “Let alone an untrained brat who can’t even be bothered to play civil with the people who do attempt to care for them.”

Ouch.

“R-Right,” you spluttered, swallowing around the burbling lump in your throat and the warmth prickling along your lash line. “O-Of course. I’m sorry for assuming. I—I… uhm…”

‘I’ll just go then.’

But just like with failed apology, those four little syllables just couldn’t seem to make it past your lips either. So instead you just shakily snatched your bag from the floor and bolted from his office, burrowing your stinging cheeks as far into your collar as they would go. The last thing you needed to do was give anyone at this stupid school any more ammunition against you. And ‘Cry Baby Prefect’ sounded like another nasty nickname that would stick to you like gum to a flat-heeled shoe.

It’s fine, you whispered to yourself, voice wobbling far more than you would have liked. Grim hated when you came back smelling like dogs anyways.

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“My goodness, are you alright?”

You blinked, harried, and glanced around yourself properly for what felt like the first time in hours. You were… not on campus anymore. Huh. What a trip. You’d never been so upset that you’d blindly run off into an entire new town before. But you supposed there was a first time for everything. You did remember feeling too nauseous to return to your little hovel for the evening, but you hadn’t really expected your frantic pacing to take you quite this far out of the way.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

Oh. Someone was talking to you, weren’t they?

Standing in front of you was a tall, lanky, man in a tweed jacket. He was stooped down a bit to make eye contact with you, and those hazel eyes were creased with worry. His blonde hair was pushed half-off his forehead in a style that looked more haphazard than intentional, and the hand he was offering you was littered with splotches of ink. There were patches of white and black dog fur littered across his entire outfit like some horrible fashion statement, and the thought of puppies made your throat tighten up all over again.

“My name is Cliff Rogerson,” he said, steady and kind. “I’m one of the instructors at the Royal Sword Academy. Are you lost? Do you know how to get home from here?”

Do you know how to get home?

You laughed once, manic, and then promptly burst into tears.

“Oh, dear,” he sighed, his heavy brow furrowing low with concern, and patted you consolingly on the shoulder. “Oh, dear.”

You were herded into a nearby café and directed into one of the quiet, corner, booths. The lights were soft and fuzzy in here, and the pleasant warmth of fresh pastries brushed gingerly along your frayed nerves. Mister Rogerson pressed a steaming mug of hot chocolate into your hands, and placed a delicately wrapped muffin off to the side of it. It was a tempting offering, and you decided to unbury your head from your hands long enough to partake.

“So how did you end up out here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m a student at Night Raven,” you mumbled into your cocoa.

You could tell he was doing his best not to look shocked, which was at least a dozen steps above the way the rest of your stupid school would just gawk at you in outright consternation.

“Forgive me,” he smiled, gentling his apprehension into something that was more polite curiosity that anything. “But you don’t really seem like one of their usual pupils.”

So you explained your situation—the Mirror, and the magiclessness, and the homelessness. You talked about your friends, and your new demon cat/evil baby, and how much you missed stupid things like good shower pressure and fuzzy socks. Mister Rogerson listened to all of it with an attentive sort of sympathy that you hadn’t seen since, well, probably since you were dropped face-first into a school full of burgeoning war criminals.  

“That sounds like a time and a half,” he said once you’d finally tired yourself out. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through all that.”

You picked at your muffin. It was ridiculously fluffy and eating it felt like pulling bits and pieces out of a cloud. A very, very delicious cloud.

“Forgive me for saying so,” he hummed, pensive. “But your situation doesn’t sound particularly safe.”

You laughed. “That’s one word for it.”

Mister Rogerson frowned, another twitch of that uneasy worry playing across his face. He ruffled around in his jacket pocket for a moment and pulled out a neat, cream colored, business card.

“It may be overstepping of me to offer, but at the same time I do think as an educator it’s my duty to try and help every student that I can,” he smiled, kind. It crinkled the skin around his eyes. “The RSA is not overly far from Night Raven College. If you ever want to stop by—if you ever need an ear to listen, or just a space to get away from it all—my door will always be open to you.”

You took the little piece of paper carefully, like it was something precious. There were swirls of colorful music notes splattered across the backdrop of it—raucous bursts of neons that were as endearing as they were ugly.

‘Tacky,’ spat a too-familiar voice in the back of your head. ‘What sort of statement was this lowlife trying to make?‘ You could practically feel the phantom distaste emanating from wherever a certain two-toned professor had camped out for the evening.

Probably at home, you thought bitterly. Because he has a home, right? And you are not at all upset that you will never be welcomed into it. And that you will probably never get to cuddle his puppies ever again. Nope. Not at all.

You swallowed the little burst of unpleasantness that accompanied the train of thought, and pocketed the card with a smile.

“Thank you. I’ll definitely have to take you up on that.”

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Divus Crewel was many things, and unfortunately, being as cruel as his namesake was often one of them. He glanced back to the clock ticking on his wall for what was perhaps the dozenth time that hour. You hadn’t been by since his—ah—outburst a few weeks prior.

He had perhaps reacted a bit more unpleasantly than he normally would have. You’d just… caught him off guard was all. It was a bold declaration you’d made, and what? Had you really expected him to be overjoyed by the idea of forced parenthood? To swoon over the notion that someone had decided to latch onto him and his perfectly pressed suit like a leech despite the fact that he was so obviously thriving in his life of solitude?

And it wasn’t that he expected you to take his biting comments lying down. Oh no. You were fierce, and determined, and were most likely on your way here to bang down his door demanding recompenses for all your suffering. There was a tray of those too-expensive cookies you liked tucked away in his top drawer. Just in case you did show up and throw one of your tantrums, and he needed something quick to pacify you. That… That was all.

But each day that he waited for you to sneak back into his office was another spent in quiet solitude. Badun had taken to whining at the door and Jasper hardly got up from his bed at all—just tucked his black nose into his equally black paws and stared straight into Crewel’s soul. Like he was judging him.

He caught himself glancing at the clock again and forcibly turned back to his work.

This was ridiculous. You were ridiculous. And stubborn. And so, very, danger prone. Had something happened maybe? Was that why you’d disappeared—because you’d gotten caught up in some sort of trouble again?

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick—

He looked back at the clock.

Tick. Tick. Tick—

His office door flew open with a BANG and he swiveled in his chair, ready to chastise you for making such a ridiculous entrance. Instead, he ended up nearly nose-to-nose with a weeping Dire Crowley. The man wailed into his clawed hands, looking very much like he might accidentally stab himself in the eye all the while.

“HOW AM I SUCH A FAILURE OF A PARENT?!” he bawled. “WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE TO PREVENT THIS?!”

“What?” Crewel gaped, head spinning. “What’s happened?”

Crowley let out another inhuman squawk and shoved a piece of parchment into the alchemist’s crimson-gloved hands. It was torn at the top, likely from where it’d been pinned to something before the raving Headmaster had swiped it. Crewel read over the familiar script with narrowed eyes, something unpleasant twisting in his belly.

‘The Ramshackle Prefect kindly sends their regards, but unfortunately has other commitments for this evening. Please contact Professor Cliff Rogerson of the RSA music department in case of an emergency.’

“MY BABY LEFT ME!” Crowley sobbed, nearly inconsolable. “WHO’S GOING TO DO MY TAXES NOW?!”

The leather of Crewel’s gloves groaned in protest as his hands tightened into fists—his nails biting into his palm even through the sturdy material.  

“What do we even do?” the old crow lamented, sounding so genuinely crestfallen it was almost unnerving.

Jasper and Badun circled their master’s ankles wearily, eyes bright and lips twitching with nervous whines.

“I think,” Crewel grit out, the note crumpling between his fingers, “that it’s well past time that we have a chat with the Prefect about the importance of personal safety. And of the consequences of running off with strangers.”

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

APRIL FOOLS, I HAVE A PREVIEW FOR YA!

This is no joke! I have a preview of Part 2 of "Dress Up" for y'all. The prank was that I said previously that I was taking a small break from writing but GET PRANKED cuz here's a sneak peak!

The ~~~ indicate flashbacks!

No active warnings for this part, only slight inferences of sexual things! But don't worry, there will be smut later in the chapter hehe~

"You know, if you don't quit pacing back and forth, you're gonna wear out the carpet," Husk remarked, attempting to get Lucifer's attention in his anxious state.

It had only been a week since the proposal and the wedding was already here. But this is what you both wanted; a nice quiet wedding with only a handful of people with everyone else in Hell being none the wiser. You had to beg Lucifer for the week you got in between, he was practically ready to say "I do" once he put that engagement ring on your hand. It may have seemed like you two were moving a little bit fast considering most weddings take months, sometimes years to plan out! But when you're marrying the King of Hell, there really was next to nothing to worry about when it came to your special day.

The new hotel was the perfect venue, complete with a beautiful ballroom that could rival any chapel on Earth. The guest list was extremely exclusive consisting of only the occupants of the hotel, minus one Radio Demon, not that he would attend even if he was invited. It was Charlie who suggested that he protect the hotel today from any threat that might make itself known. On top of that, Charlie was more than happy to be the officiant, as being the Princess of Hell granted her that authority. Money was no object to the Morningstar family, so no expense was spared.

But regardless of any of that, Lucifer couldn't help but worry. You had one other request for him after he popped the question.

~~~

"I hate to ask more of you after asking for a week to prepare," you started, putting on the last of your clothes that you had discarded during your fun little teasing display, "but..." Lucifer approached you suddenly and held your hand in both of his.

"My love, you can ask of me anything you wish. There is no limit when it comes to you. You've already given me the best gift of becoming my future bride. Anything in my power is yours for the asking, you just name it!" He leaned down and planted a small kiss on the back of your hand. You couldn't help but blush, he never failed to charm you.

"This may sound a little odd, considering what just took place a few minutes ago," you breathed out a sigh, "but...what would you say to refraining from any...intense intimacy?" Lucifer cocked his eyebrow and smirked, seemingly intrigued. "B-but only for this week, I promise! Kissing and cuddling would still be on the table, of course. And no deliberate teasing from me, that wouldn't be fair. I was just thinking that...I want our first night as a married couple to be special. And I figured holding off for the time in between would only heighten the experience. If that's not something you want, I completely understand that-MMPH," you were silenced by Lucifer's soft lips on yours.

"Oh darling, was that all?," he flashed his signature toothy grin at you. "That's hardly a request! I think that's a wonderful idea...n-not that I don't want to ravish you at any given time! But you're right, I couldn't imagine a better honeymoon than getting the chance to feel you again after being denied for a few days, even though it may feel like an eternity. I'll be on my best behavior; you have my word!"

~~~

And Lucifer was on his best behavior, for the most part, at least. There were a few instances where his hands had traveled a little too low on your body and some kisses became deeper than they should have. But both of you managed to make it through the week! But today was the day, and his anxiety was at an all-time high. You decided to sleep in separates rooms the night before, wanting the next time you saw each other to be at the altar. That was the plan, at least.

It had been a while since Lucifer had slept alone. Suffice to say he couldn't sleep. He assured you that he would be alright sleeping alone for just one night, but that ended up being easier said than done. The empty bed he laid in brought back painful memories of his first night without Lilith, something that still haunted him to this day. There would be times where Lucifer would wake up in a cold sweat, only to glance over to see you peacefully asleep, and he could breathe again. Anytime you felt him tug you closer to him in the middle of the night, you knew what had woken him up. He never hid his feelings from you when he confided in you about his ex, and you didn't mind that he would wake you when his nightmares overwhelmed him. You loved him and he loved you. You would never leave. So when you heard your door creek open in the middle of the night to see your fiancé standing in the door frame, you only smiled and gestured him to you.

~~~

"I-I'm sorry," he sobbed quietly, "I tried...I really did...I-"

"Hey, hey, shh, it's alright," you soothed and brought him into a tight embrace. You felt a tear that had fallen from his face make its way down your collarbone. "Don't cry, Luci, I'm not upset, not at all." You lifted his head up to wipe away his remaining tears. "Let's get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." You planted a kiss on his forehead, and from the dim red light that shown through your windows, you could see a small smile appear on his face. He laid down, his back facing you as you wrapped your arms around him and brought him flush to your chest. You could hear his breathing start to even about again.

"I don't deserve you," he murmured.

"You know I think the same thing every day," you responded.

He interlaced his fingers with yours at your words, squeezing you hand softly. "Promise me you'll never think that again. Please. You deserve everything and more."

"Alright," you conceded, kissing the back of his head, "as long as you promise me the same thing. You're my everything, and I'll spend the rest of my afterlife showing you that."

"Okay," he spoke weakly. You intertwined your legs with his, bringing yourself as close to him as possible. "I still intend to keep my other promise. I'll be gone before you wake up."

"You can stay as long as you need to," you whispered before drifting off to sleep once more.

~~~

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[tinyluminaryzombie]

Gloomy Days With You

@jilymicrofics | March Prompt #15 - Gloomy | 687 words Read on AO3

“I think the universe hates us,” James grumbled. 

Lily fought the urge to snort, adjusting her head on his shoulder. 

“I think that’s a tad dramatic.”

“Really? ‘Cause today’s our first date and somehow, the worst blizzard we’ve seen in half a century has decided to pop up!” James moved his hand around, gesturing rapidly. Lily moved her hand to his shoulder. “Hogsmeade is closed and you’ve been talking about how you just want to escape Hogwarts for weeks!”

Right. She had been talking about getting away from all the sixth and seventh years prepping for exams. And yes, a few hours away from teenagers furiously breaking their quills and crying in the library would have been nice. But she’d only brought it up because she wanted James to take her. She hoped he’d get the hint quickly and ask her. 

He didn’t. 

She kept up the ruse for three weeks, with no date in sight. A few days ago, sleep-deprived after pulling double shifts to cover for a prefect who had a date, Lily caved. She’d spent hours walking the halls, thinking of James while Pretentious Patrick was most likely making out in a broom closet. She’d had enough. So, Lily walked straight up to James and asked him to be her date to Hogsmeade.

Simple. Straightforward. Nerve-wracking. Potentially friendship ending. But James immediately accepted (after double-checking she meant to ask him out). Immediately after, he started planning “the most perfect Hogsmeade date.” 

Lily looked at James’s pouting face. She couldn’t care less about Hogsmeade. 

“James?” 

“I’m sorry there wasn’t much to do besides play games and sit by the fire. I wanted it to be perfect Lily.” 

Lily wanted to brush the piece of hair covering his forehead. She didn’t know if they were there yet. 

“I know,” she said instead. “I know you wanted it to be perfect.” She took a deep breath and felt her hands shake a little. “But James, I didn’t want perfect. I just wanted to go on a date with you.” 

Lily closed her eyes tight. Too fast, too soon, she thought. They hadn’t even kissed yet and here she was, confessing her big, heavy feelings. 

She felt a calloused thumb on her cheekbone and squeezed her eyes tighter.

“Lils, it’s okay, you can open you’re eyes. I promise. In fact please open your eyes, they’re beautiful. There’s nothing you can say that will scare me off. Ever since Wednesday, I’m in constant awe that you might feel some fraction of what I feel for you.”

She wanted to kiss James and shove him at the same time. How dare he be so romantic and soft? How dare he not know how deeply her feelings go? How dare he act as if she wasn’t in love with him for months? 

“James, you absolute moron. I love you. Of course, I’d want to spend a gloomy day together. And of course, I’d want to spend a perfect Hosgemeeade trip together. And of course…” Lily paused, gathering her breath. 

“Lily,” James whispered, face full of reverence. His hand rested on her jaw. In the midst of talking, she had pulled herself up from James’s chest. She only now realized she was almost straddling him. His face was inches from hers. His eyes danced between her own and her lips. 

“As much as I love this speech, and I do, I love you more. Can I…”

Lily leaned forward, closing the gap. 

Suddenly, her lips were on his and his on hers. It was easy and overwhelming all at the same time. She ran her hand through his hair, finding it as soft as she’d always imagined. James kissed her with certainty. Every cell in her body felt his dedication. She wanted James to feel exactly how she was.

“I. Love. You.” She murmured between kisses. James smiled widely, pausing to let out a quiet laugh. 

Lily promised herself that she’d remind him of her love, show it so often and deeply, that eventually James would think it was impossible to live in a world where Lily Evans didn’t love James Potter. 

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[itsscromp]

Pec pop extravaganza

What happens when you put me and @callofdudes together ?? We create the absolute best stories together, Fluffy, angst, soft, funny the whole lot. And today with this story that we did together. I'm going with funny. Word count:1.1K

How you ended up here was anyone's guess, One minute you were on your coffee break, and the next minute you were in the gym with the 4 guys trying to prove themselves.

Back story

While the army is no surprise to find well-built people, no doubt about that. Simon, Johnny, Gaz and Price were no exception. But one day Simon learnt a new trick, he was able to now pop his pecs like Dwayne the Rock Johnson. He then immediately went and showed Johnny.

"Nice trick mate but it doesn't count" He said almost proudly, smirking too.

"Why the fuck not ??" Simon frowned

"Because you only just learnt the trick. I've known how to do it since high school and plus I'm better than you at it" Smirking even wider

Oh no he just did not.

"You wanna go there mate ??"

"Let's find Gaz, see his opinion." The two stormed to Gaz's room demanding the answers they deserve.

"Why the long faces guys ??" He put his book down.

"MacTavish says he's better at the pec pop than me" Simon spoke up, he was not going to lose to Johnny as he showed Gaz the trick.

"What, absolutely not I am better than both of you !!" He now stood up and popped his pecs.

"Ok ok time out, Let's get the captains advice" Johnny compromised before they knocked on his office door.

"Come in"

The three enter inside and immediately start talking over each other. Oh these three.

"Ok one at a time boys, what's going on ??"

"Pec popping who's better at it ??" Gaz spoke up as the other two waited for their respective answers, Price just went quiet and then went...

"None of you, because I have done it for the longest time before you three even started to work out."

"Oh, bulldust sir !!" Simon huffed

"How come you get to say that when you haven't seen ours ??" Johnny pouted.

Price simply shrugged before it sort of turned into a mini argument between the 4. Deciphering who's the better.

"Ok you know what, we have our own competition and the winner gets bragging rights" Price offered

The others agreed before johnny then spoke up.

"Ok... but who's going to judge ??"

That part they have not figured out until they all realised one person who could be the judge.

"Y/n," They all said before immediately going to find you.

You were softly humming to yourself as you finally got on your break to make your coffee, oh the sweet slightly bitter nectar from the gods, But then you heard banter... An all to familiar sound for you as it got closer and closer.

"Ok Ok, what's going on ??" Y/n turned around after stirring the milk in their coffee.

"We're having a Pec popping competition and we need you to be the judge" Johnny said enthusiastically

You were slightly confused at what he said before it all clicked into your head, ah the trick he brags about.

"Look can't you guys sort it out on your own ??" You chuckled before another minor argument broke out. Realizing you now had no choice but to go along with this, you told them to meet in the gym in 15 minutes.

That is when we cut to the present, you walked into the gym. Coffee in hands. Made sure all the paperwork was done and trotted off, the 4 already in the gym, Johnny and Gaz even did chest workouts to get the blood flowing into the muscle. They were taking this competition seriously.

"OK guys, now I want no arguing during the duration of this competition are we all clear ??" You said firmly, you really didn't want to deal with the banters again. They all nodded before gathering in front of you. "Ok shirts off"

They all did and readied for the first competitor to happily volunteer.

"Ok simon, your up first big guy" You sipped your coffee.

He trotted forward, hands on his sides as he smirked popping his pecs. "How's that" He smirked back at the others.

"I shall give my final results at the end of the competition"

He gave a bitch really look but ultimately respected the decision. "Ok next up, johnny."

The Scotsman then happily walked forward and started his trick, even popping each one individually "I am a true Scotsman warrior y/n" He declared proudly.

"Not bad johnny not bad, OK gaz your up next"

Gaz moved forward and did it as well, it was a little slow but he was only just starting to learn as well, But you'll give points for confidence.

"Alright and then last but not least. Price"

Price happily smirked at the others, Moving forward and pulling off what he calls "The ultimate pec pop anyone has ever seen" he was so proud of himself. It took every bit of you not to laugh.

"Alright, now from what I've seen from all of you. Very impressive but I shall carefully evaluate and give the final score" You then went away to think over who could be the winner. Hell come on it was one trick they all did good but if you don't give a winner you'll never hear the end of it from them.

Meanwhile back in the gym.

"I'm bigger than all of you so I'm the winner" Simon huffed again putting his shirt back on.

"Bullshit I can do it better than you !!" Johnny retaliated.

"Ok guys calm down now" Gaz was trying to settle the two down.

"No you all know that I am better than you all !!" Price spoke up eagerly.

After a few more minutes of bickering between the 4, you then came back to deliver the results.

"Ok everyone settle down !!" You sounded almost like an exasperated teacher trying to get the whole class to stop talking and listen in.

"Alright, after some careful evaluation. I could declare you all winners. But since I have no choice but to declare a winner, I declare..." They all listen in closely. "Simon the winner of the pec pop"

"YES !!!" He cheered on while the others pouted.

"Oh come on pal, please you know I'm the winner" Johnny did puppy dog eyes to make you change your mind.

"Sorry johnny but my mind is made up."

Gaz and Price accepted the decision and moved on.

"Maybe next time johnny" Gaz gently patted his back.

"I guess so" He dusted himself off and then left the gym.

"Right time to get back to work you lot." Price ordered and everyone left the gym.

Except for Simon, Before he left the gym he looked in the mirror and popped his pecs one last time as he smirked, He knew he would win all along.

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[oh-stars]

Grapevine

Love is giving them space when they need it.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1692 words | CW: minor character death mentioned | Rating: T

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It wasn’t a spectacular day to start with, but Eddie really didn’t think it could get much worse than it had been. Steve had been late to work because of a phone call with their landlord that took too long and Eddie overslept because he never wakes up to the alarm, can barely hear it in his slumber so when Steve didn’t wake him up along with the alarm, there was no hope for him. They’d been panicking and scrambling to get out the door to the point they both forgot to kiss each other goodbye – which is the biggest red flag for an awful day. 

Eddie’s boss kept giving him the most impossible cars to work on, and the one time he had an easy fix, the customer was a dick. He kept nitpicking what Eddie was doing, from pointing out where the spark plugs were down to how much force he used to tighten the bolts. It was so bad that he had to work through lunch to finish on time, which meant he was clumsier than normal. And if he dropped his wrench on his face one more time, he was going to lose it. 

Steve’s day wasn’t much better, with parents calling him so frequently about the upcoming field trip that he could barely teach. Of course his students picked up on that, too, so they were especially unruly between the excitement for the end of the week trip and the idea they could get away with it. Then he had to cover for Sheila’s pick up duty and had already told Ron he’d take over his afterschool program during his paternity leave 

So they were both already in sour moods when they met up at the diner after work. 

“I’m so glad we already made this plan,” Steve admits as he adjusts his glasses to read the menu. Why? Eddie has no idea. 

“It’s a standing date,” Eddie says with a laugh, fingers playing with their straw wrappers. 

Steve shrugs. “Still better than cooking dinner.” 

Eddie lets out a breath. “You got that right.” 

“I don’t know what I want,” Steve mumbles, tapping a finger against his temple from where his elbow’s propping up his head. 

“Want me to choose for you?” Eddie asks, hooking his ankle around Steve’s. It’s an unspoken understanding in the community that they’re together, but the less said and shown the better. It’s been years since anyone’s tried to invoke some kind of reaction, but Steve’s reputation as a coach for the basketball team at the high school does wonders. Eddie’s always amazed that a few good years of a sports ball thing could have an entire community turning a blind eye to a couple of “sinners” like them. Who cares if Steve’s a homosexual when he’s leading their boys to championships three years in a row? 

Steve nods and sets down the menu. He offers it to Eddie but Eddie really doesn’t need it. 

When the waitress comes back, he orders them both breakfast platters with extra sausages for Steve and a side of pancakes to share. The smile on Steve’s face is enough to know he chose right. 

“Breakfast for dinner?” Steve asks, leaning forward. 

Eddie just grins. “Felt like that kind of day.” He really means that today’s been shitty enough and they both could use the pick me up. It’s obvious Steve’s at his limit; he only has a hard time voicing his wants on really tough days, where the world expects him to give every shred of himself over for little in return. Eddie knew this was coming, had seen how Steve was having more and more days of quiet nights and clinginess as his brain begged him to take a break. It happens a few times a year, so Eddie’s prepared. 

Steve takes a sip from his pop and plays with the straw, foot twitching against Eddie’s leg. “Are you willing to reschedule Hellfire?” he asks softly, batting his eyelashes to sweeten the deal. 

“I don’t know, Stevie,” Eddie says, dragging it out. He will, for Steve. The others will bitch and moan, tease him for bending over backwards for Steve but rarely giving the same courtesy to the others. It’s not his fault none of them are in significant relationships right now. 

“C’mon, I just want to get away,” Steve says, there’s almost a whine to each syllable. 

Eddie collapses into his side of the booth, back of his hand held to his forehead. “Fine, if we must,” he says. Getting away sounds perfect, really. Going somewhere where they can be anonymous or just hunker down in a hotel room to themselves… Yeah, that’s just what the doctor ordered. Maybe they can find a hotel that has a big enough bath for the both of them or has a hot tub they can soak in – whatever would work to sooth his aching back and joints. Then his stress could fall away too. 

Steve’s smile is so wide, even as he laughs, it nearly melts away the stress he’s holding in his shoulders. “Thank you,” he says. 

“Of course, Stevie,” he says, sitting up. He’s about to say something else when a man calls out to Steve. 

“Yes, sir?” Steve asks, taking off his glasses as he sits up to face the other patron. 

It’s Mr. Seymour, he used to work at the bank before he retired. Now he’s down at Melvad’s, giving Eddie disapproving looks whenever he stops in for his smokes. He walks forward, cane snapping against the tile loudly, and offers Steve his hand. 

Steve stands to shake it. “How are you doing, Mr. Seymour?” 

He waves him off. “I’m doing about as best as I can be,” he says. Then shakes his head. “I won’t keep you long.” Mr. Seymour gives a great big sigh and shakes his head. “I just needed to give you my condolences.” 

Condolences?

Eddie tries to catch Steve’s eye, but he’s not looking at him. Instead, Steve’s brow stays furrowed as his lips form a question he doesn’t get to ask. 

Mr. Seymour continues. “I was about your age when I lost my own father. It’s never easy, no matter how much time you get with ‘em. And your father,” Mr. Seymour whistles, “he was something special. Always knew he would make it big and he did. Haven’t seen someone who knew how to make a deal since he left Hawkins. It’s a damn shame he passed so young. Just a damn shame.” 

A pen could have dropped in the bubble of silence that surrounds the three of them. Eddie sits up a bit straighter. Why didn’t Steve mention his dad died? He went on a three hour rant after Father’s Day when his dad sent him to voicemail all weekend and couldn’t let go of the passive aggressive self-help book his dad sent for Christmas and birthdays. He would have mentioned his passing. Right?

Steve’s expression is blank. A steely look of control and a practiced emptiness that sends chills down his spine.

Shit. He didn’t know. 

“Thank you, sir,” Steve manages to say. 

Mr. Seymour nods and claps Steve’s shoulder before he shuffles back toward his table of elderly men. He gets to live in blissful ignorance of the bomb he just dropped on Steve’s world, leaving Eddie to help pick the shrapnel out of their arms and piece it all back together. 

Steve drops back into his side of the booth and runs a shaky hand through his hair. 

Eddie knows he’s far, far away, stuck in his head as the words sink in. He thanks the waitress for the food and quietly nudges Steve into eating. He doesn’t press when Steve stops after a few bites, just eats his own food and grabs the ticket to pay. Steve doesn’t even acknowledge him as he guides him back to Eddie’s van, leaving the Beemer in the driveway. He’ll call Wayne and see if he can’t take him to pick it up later, after he makes sure Robin’s got Steve. Steve shouldn’t be alone right now, not really at least.    

He keeps his right hand on the center console, palm up in case Steve needs the contact. Steve doesn't take it through their drive back to the apartment, barely looks at him while they make their way up the steps. 

Steve wanders through the house in a haze until he ends up in their bedroom, door closed behind him. 

Eddie sighs and leans against the back of the couch. He can’t imagine how broken things have to be that Steve finds out his dad died through a stranger, off-handedly. They didn’t have a perfect relationship, not by far, but Steve’s mom was still alive and their relationship was definitely better. 

He shakes his head. Fuck the Harringtons. 

With a deep breath, Eddie takes off his shoes and heads toward the bedroom. He’s quiet as he slips inside and doesn’t bother turning the light on, using the hall and natural light to see. 

Steve’s just sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing. 

Eddie kneels down beside him and carefully unties his shoes. He peels them off and reaches for Steve’s jacket. “Let’s get you comfortable, baby. Then I’ll give you some space,” Eddie whispers. 

That gets Steve to look at him for a moment, dark eyes shining in the dim light. He squeezes them shut but lets Eddie maneuver his arms to remove his jacket and swap his work polo for a sleep-shirt. Steve helps him take off his pants and slip his legs into Eddie’s pajamas, the old flannels ones with a hole at the crotch that’s noticeable but not big enough to toss yet. 

“There you go,” Eddie whispers. He leans forward and kisses Steve’s forehead. “I’ll be outside if you need me or want to talk, okay?” 

Steve just nods, slipping under the covers and curling up. 

Eddie creeps back out of the room. In a moment, he’ll call Robin and let her know. But for now, he’ll give Steve his space, let him process it all on his own time.

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Thanks to @lady-lostmind for betaing!

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One gift, Two Gift, My Gift, Whose Gift? ⨳ Draken, Ran & Rindou

No matter how many men he lets into your life, you know you're Draken's forever. Hopefully.

notes: for @knchins ! Hi hi, I'm your secret santa! I really hope you like it and I hope all my vague ass asks were worth it hehe, I did my best to make it something you'd enjoy. Of course extra special thanks to @dark-mnjiro I know we were supposed to be completely anonymous, but when she told me you and her were close I couldn't help myself. It's my first time writing a gn reader so if I Madd any mistakes I'm so sorry! I reread it as many times as I could to make sure<3

Event: @mekiza 's secret santa exchange <3

warnings: fem-bodied, reader is referred to as "baby" and "princess", gn pronouns, stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping, implied behavioral training, multiple creampies, non/consensual cucking, pregnancy, very brief knife play, multiple partners/partner sharing, cockwarming, aftercare and comfort

By expanding, you are consenting to viewing adult and dark content and all warnings listed above. 18+ Minors DNI

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“Do you need any help?”

Your soft question raises tentatively above the volume of the tv as you watch your partner unroll more of the string lights before tapping another nail into one of the many wall studs that he marked out earlier this morning. He’s putting them up at your request, just like he did last year and you think the year before that. It’s the little things like this that he always says yes to.

Making a night about cocoa and cuddles, buying that blanket you saw on tv, putting up fairy lights all across your room, just one more kiss. That’s where you’ve found your happiness. Draken can’t deny you the little things.

“No, princess. I got this. Just sit back and look pretty for me, okay?” He smiles down at you, the pale yellow light illuminating the winding serpent across the side of his head.

“Okay, Ken.”

You shift the blanket over your body, smoothing it out, content to watch him move the stool periodically as the lights begin to look more and more complete. Draken has always been so handsome, but there’s something about him lately that makes him seem more than that. Maybe it’s his natural hair color, or maybe it’s the fact that he smiles more now. It’s been a long time since he’s had to raise his voice at you, or worse, lower it. A warm smile crosses your lips, heat flowing into your cheeks as you think about the way he spoke to you last night as he lay between your legs. The way he talks to you when he makes love is your favorite, as if you could do no wrong. As if you’ve never done any wrong, even though you both know that’s not the case.

But you know better now, all thanks to him.

The doorbell rings, a quiet melody breaking across the serene of the apartment. Your head pops up in surprise, you didn’t think he was going out today. Or maybe someone is just visiting. Your lover pauses from where he’s raised the hammer to put the next nail up, an almost inaudible huff pushing through his lips at the interruption and starts to step down.

“Can I get the door, Ken?” It would be nice to help him, you can do this now without making him mad, but it’s always better to ask.

Draken pauses his descent from his perch, and looks at you, considering. “Sure, princess. Go see who it is first.”

Perking up happily, you carefully rise from the couch and flit out of your bedroom and through the quiet living room to the front door to peek through the door viewer. Stepping softly, you retreat from the door to poke your head back into the bedroom where Draken is waiting.

“It’s the Haitani’s, am I allowed to open the door?”

This time he sighs and sets his tools aside, but he still nods at you, so whatever is bothering him isn’t your fault. Permission acquired, you turn to the door, not hiding the sound of your steps now. The doorbell rings three times in quick, annoyed succession before you can reach it, and you undo the bolt, the latch and the door handle switch and pull the door open. You wonder if they’re your company for the day, or if they’re coming to see Draken. It’s not safe for you to be home alone.

"Took you long eno— oh hey, baby. Didn't see you there." Rindou's irritated expression slips into a smirk as you give him a shy smile, opening the door wider and inviting the two brothers in.

"Stop flirting, I'm freezing my ass off," Ran grumbles from behind him, shoving past Rindou and stepping across the doorway into the inviting warmth of your home.

"Just being friendly." Rindou winks at you and closes the door behind him.

"Yeah, yeah, be friendly where it's warm," Ran shrugs his coat off, revealing an expensive suit, and stoops to place a kiss on your cheek, one that you accept gracefully before taking his jacket to hang up.

The fabric is slightly damp, and you wonder if it snowed. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Maybe later, angel. Where's Draken?" Ran asks, head turning to peer around the dimly lit living area.

"My room."

Ran nods, pushing his hair back and disappearing down the hall. You're moving to follow when Rindou catches your hand, twining his fingers with yours to pull you back to him. He grins down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Nah, baby let 'em talk their business. You don't need to worry about that stuff."

"Oh, you're not just here to visit today?" You ask, surprised. Of all Draken's friends and colleagues, the two brothers are the ones to stop by for personal affairs most often.

"Mikey sent us today, but we don’t have to go back right away. Why, did you miss us?" Rindou grins, his fingers inching dangerously close to the top edge of your sleep shorts.

"It's always nice to see you, Rin," you answer softly, shifting your feet self-consciously when his smirk widens.

Content for the moment to tease, he lets you squirm out of his grasp. "I'll take that drink, baby."

Nodding, you turn to the kitchen and pull down enough glasses for the three of them, and the crystal decanter from the cabinet, transporting them to the living room.

Despite requesting the drink, once you set the tray on the coffee table, Rindou pulls you into his lap, ignoring it altogether. His clothes and body are cold from outside, and you can’t help the mewl of discomfort at the frigid touch to your bare legs. His arms slip around your waist, pulling your back snug to his chest, and your arms flash down to keep him from pulling too tightly.

“You gonna keep me warm?” You shiver, his breath hot on your neck before he presses his lips to your thrumming pulse.

“W-wait, s’posed to—”

“I’ll take the heat, baby, just c’mere already. Fuckin’ missed you,” Rindou groans, his pink flushed fingers like ice under your chin as he turns your head back to him, capturing your lips before you can protest further.

Last year, something so spontaneous would have terrified you, but you find yourself, albeit reluctantly, melting into Rindou’s touch, letting yourself moan softly as he takes your lower lip between his teeth.

“There you go,” he coos, palming your breast over your sweater, his head tipping back with a low groan as you wiggle your hips over his growing erection. “Fuck, baby. You miss me that much? You know you can call me when you need me, right?”

You peer back at him over your shoulder with a pout until he grumbles under his breath and tugs you into another kiss, more impatient this time, slick tongue coaxing your mouth to open and let him in.

He knows very well you could never do that. It’s a balance, keeping Rindou happy without being partial. Draken gets jealous, petty even, if you show anyone else too much favor. It was a confusing point for you when you first got together, that if it upset him so much he shouldn��t share you like he does, but now you know that you just hadn’t understood what it meant for him. And now you do, so you play along even if you only want to be his. Now you know how to keep everyone happy, mostly.

Rindou breaks the kiss by pulling your hair at the base of your neck, forcing your head back. You whine your displeasure at the interruption, but he hushes you, lips attacking your throat, nipping and sucking until your whine changes pitch and your throat is hot and stinging, no doubt wreathed in blooming red and purple.

“You know you’re suppos’ta ask, don’t you?” You stiffen as Draken’s voice rumbles across the living room.

Rindou releases your neck with a wet suck. “Yeah, yeah. They know. Tried real hard to stop me, didn’t you baby?” He pinches your clothed tits, forcing your back into an arch as you whine your assent, turning teary eyes on Draken. He looks annoyed, but his dark eyes are pinned on male beneath you.

Ran edges into your peripheral, taking your hand and pulling you safely from his little brother’s lap, dropping his suit jacket over the back of one of the couches. Then and only then does Draken pace forward and swat the back of the younger Haitani’s head. Rindou winces, but looks no less pleased with himself, rubbing a hand over the front of his pants. “C’mon can you blame me? Look at them, how was I supposed to resist?”

You had your head buried in Ran's chest, drinking in the scent from his pressed shirt as he held you, but you peek over your shoulder to see Draken rolling his eyes at Rindou's comment.

"Aren't you cold?" Ran questions, his hands dropping from your ass to toy with the exposed skin at the back of your thighs.

You shake your head. "I had a blanket, it's in my room."

"Don’t see it now… Draken won't mind if we keep you warm then?" Ran turns violet eyes on his friend, and you remain silent.

Draken looks a little annoyed at the question, which is unlike him but you understand. Things are a little different now, and you’re both still feeling it out.

“Oh, c'mon. I know you’ve been touchy lately but it's the giving season isn't it? And we want our favorite toy, our perfect little angel." Ran’s purr is wicked, his fingers squeezing your ass and sending a shiver of warmth up your spine as he snaps at the waistband of your shorts. His words are hushed, right by your ear even as Ran maintains an unwavering stare with your lover. “You know they’ve been missing us too, just too sweet to say it to you.”

You shake your head quickly, before freezing with a moan, as Ran chuckles, his hand slipping into your waistband to cup your pussy, no undergarments to slow his advances. He slides a finger through your folds, finding you already wet from his brother’s toying. “Yeah, there you are.”

Draken sighs and sits down on the opposite couch, one cushion away from Rindou, his eyes stormy, but drawn to the way you tremble under his friend’s touch, clocking the way your breath quickens. “Fine, but make it quick. We’ve got stuff to do.”

Ran doesn’t argue, pulling you into his lap as he sits on the opposite couch. His hand slips under your sweater, fingers trailing up your spine as he coaxes you into a kiss that quickly becomes heated. He doesn’t have time to draw it out today.

Rindou makes a noise of disappointment, but surprisingly doesn’t protest, heaving himself off his couch to slide up behind you. You can feel his arousal against your back, and if your pulse hadn’t already been roaring, it would be now, with one of them behind you and your eyes on Ran. The elder brother lets you go and is pulling back to unbutton his dress shirt when Rindou reclaims your attention, your breath hitching as you feel the sharp point of something under your chin, forcing it up. He looks to Draken, grinning. “There enough time for me to play today?”

Draken pauses for a nail-biting length of time. You want to watch him while he thinks, but Ran has other ideas, taking your hands and encouraging you to run your nails down his chest.

Then you hear him. “Superficial, and leave their stomach alone.”

You feel Rindou crystalize behind you; that’s far from the answer he’s used to receiving. “Why?” he asks, petulance shadowing along with the more overt curiosity.

Ran had stilled beneath you as well, but his mind moves faster and he pulls up your sweater. It’s not obvious right now unless someone knows what they’re looking for, but Ran’s keen eyes take in the slight swell of your stomach. A strangely possessive look enters his eyes and he doesn’t ask, but you don’t have the right to deny him as he places both palms over your stomach, cradling your tiny bump.

Draken shifts behind you, and you, ever conscious of him, glance his way. It’s been so long since you’ve seen that expression on his face, that even if it’s not directed at you, you can’t help the instinctual flutter of fear at the sight of it. Now you’re more certain than ever that you have to be good tonight. He’s been far more possessive of you since the pregnancy was discovered, closer to what you expected him to be like when you first got together. But he still won’t deny them this. Anything that might upset these two will definitely set him off, and you don’t want him angry with you. You much prefer when he’s sweet with you, you get sad when he ignores you. And your emotions are more easily thrown lately.

Rindou takes a single moment to lock eyes with Draken before nodding his assent. The thin edge of the blade trails down your throat, forcing a swallow out of you before you hear something clatter to the coffee table behind you. Surprise tingles across your flesh when you realize he’s dropped the knife, his hands working to tug your sweater over your head. Once the soft fabric is free of your body, his fingers curl around your neck, turning your head up to capture your lips in an aggressive kiss, barely giving you a second to get used to it before he’s prying open your lips and delving his tongue into your mouth.

You whine into Rindou’s mouth as his brother makes quick work of your bra, slender fingers squeezing at the exposed flesh.

“They’re bigger,” Ran comments casually before sitting up to drag his tongue between the valley of your breasts, teasing at your nipples with light tugs. “More sensitive now, I bet?”

Your nails are all but digging into Ran’s chest from all the stimulation, because of course they are. They’re sore all the time, and his touch is so gentle right now, setting all your nerves alight.

"Are they—"

"Not yet, dumbass. 'S way too early for that," Ran cuts off his brother, shifting to undo his belt, catching wind of the impatient look on Draken's face. He pulls his cock free, and the pair of them help you reposition to slide your shorts off, settling your back to Ran's chest.

A low cry gets caught in your throat as he pushes in, the pink head splitting your walls as he eases in. The stretch is immediate, quickly followed by a slight burn.

"Sorry angel, not how I would've done it. But you can take it, just relax for me." Ran coos soothingly, one hand coaxing you to relax deeper into his chest, the other gesturing to Rindou.

Taking the hint, Rindou halts in fisting his own cock, quick to start rubbing on your clit, guiding your hand to take up his abandoned task. He moans at your touch, your fingers curling around his shaft as he leans down to kiss you.

Through the fog of pleasure you remember to stroke him quickly, squeezing at the top the way you know riles him up and it's barely minutes before he's growling into your mouth, his touch getting sharper and faster on your throbbing clit until you're keening back, thighs shaking as you try to sit still for Ran, who's lazily thrusting into your soaking heat, his eyes locked on the way you're pleasing his brother.

"Fuck," Rindou hisses as your spare hand cups his balls, rolling them between your fingers as the begin to pull taut. He bats the silvery strand caught between your lips and pushes his fingers into your mouth, his head dropping back as you suckle obediently, flicking your tongue between his fingers teasingly. "Ran—"

Ran pulls out immediately, leaving you to whimper at the empty feeling, only for Rindou to put one knee between his brother's legs and shift your hips at a higher angle to slide into your dripping cunt with a ragged curse.

His hips jerk unevenly as Rindou thrusts into you, biting back moans as the velvety tightness clamping around his cock, and you give a wordless cry and Ran starts teasing your aching tits with his fingertips again. You can feel his sticky length twitch against the small of your back, his voice low in your ear as his brother fucks you for his own pleasure, his moans getting louder, faster, as he reaches his peak.

"I know it's not enough, but it still feels good, doesn't it? He's a little selfish, but I know you think it looks good on him. You like it when he's lost in you," Ran purrs devilishly, and you gasp, his words twisting something hot in your core, threatening to unravel you right there. Your hips jerk, and Rindou whines as your pussy ripples around him. Ran's voice gets soft, hiding the sharp edge that you know is still there no matter how sweetly he talks. "Nuh uh, don't you dare angel. You're saving that for me right?"

"Yes," you mewl, squirming helplessly as you try not to come. Your thighs are shaking dangerously from the position, legs still spread wide over Ran's thighs. "Won't, I won't. Please, ngh Rin, 'm gonna—"

Rindou groans loudly as his name leaves your mouth in a hiccupped sob, the broken plea enough to send him rocketing into his orgasm, shoving himself deep one more time, flooding your cunt with several thick ropes of cum.

He pulls out, the last of his seed sticking into a mess on your tummy as it twitches against your skin. Rindou sags against you for a moment before Draken grumbles about the pressure on your stomach, and he immediately heaves himself off, sprawling on the couch to your left, brown eyes hazy.

"Up for me angel, turn around."

With Ran's help, he gets you turned around in his lap and sunk down on his cock with a relieved moan, your hips rolling without permission to reignite the fading sparks in your core before they die out. It's wet and sloppy, the sounds of his length thrusting in and out loud with yours and Rin's combined slick and cum.

"So messy, feels s'good," Ran grunts, hands on your hips to help guide your fervent bouncing. His eyes keep flickering from your tits, lingering heavily on your little bump. "Perfect pussy, you gonna make me come? Fuck me, angel, make yourself come on my cock. Let me feel it."

"'M trying, 'm trying. Wanna come," you moan, hips circling, desperately trying to snap the coil that's wound itself so tight you feel like the snap might break you. "Please, help me come. R-ran…" Your pleading trails off with a low keen when he does nothing but watch you with heavy-lidded lust and you know you've gotta do it without him. You're right there. You just need a little more. You just need—

A hand pries one of yours from its death grip on Ran's shoulder, and you look up with teary eyes to see Draken standing behind the second couch, crouching to your eye level as he twines his fingers with yours.

"Princess." It's the soft encouragement in his tone, that has you spiraling over the edge, your jaw going slack, vision going white. Pleasure sings in your veins as you clutch tighter at Draken's hand, only vaguely aware of Ran's string of curses as he grinds into your spasming walls, finding his end in the rippling vice of your pussy.

"There you go," Draken murmurs, fingers soothing your scalp with light scratches as you come down. He walks around the edge of the couch and helps you to your feet, your legs leaden and shaky from all the exertion. You cling to him for support, shaking your head when he tries to lower you to the clean couch.

"No?"

"'M dirty, that isn't."

Draken scoffs in amusement. "So?" You pout and he sighs in defeat. "Shower? Do you want me to carry you?"

You shake your head, glancing at the brothers shyly. "Just don't be long."

"'Kay, baby." He places a kiss on your forehead, and you smile at him before going to your bedroom to find a towel for the obscene mess between your thighs.

Rindou plies Draken with questions the moment you leave the room.

“How long has it been?”

“Doc thinks it’s about 18 weeks.”

“Do you know what it is yet?”

“We’ve got a home visit coming up soon. Doc’s schedule isn’t open til after the holidays, we’ll find out then.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Rindou demands, the tone of his voice hard to read. When Draken doesn’t answer, he asks the one thing that he most wants to know. “So whose is it? The baby.”

“Mine,” Draken grunts, sipping from his glass, eyes flicking to the hall as the shower starts, the sound of water hitting tile clear in the beat of silence that follows his response.

Then Rindou finally looks around for his shirt, swiping it from off the floor where it landed, and recovers. “Yeah, yeah, you fuck ‘em the most. But are you sure? Did you run a test? It’s not like we’re the only ones who fuck them. Could be Sanzu’s, Koko’s, even Mik—” Draken kisses his teeth in irritation, and Rindou shrugs, backing off. Ran looks to Draken at the question, his silence indicating that he’s also waiting on the answer.

“Whoever’s fault it is, it’s mine.” Draken says calmly and clearly, making it clear that he’s not expanding on the subject anymore.

“Congrats,” Ran mumbles, sharing an unseen loaded look with his brother when Draken glances down the hall again. “We’ll see ourselves out, go help them.”

The brothers make themselves presentable as Draken disappears down the hall with a nod of thanks.

“His temper lately makes sense now,” Ran comments once he's farther away, tucking himself away and tugging the zipper of his pants.

Rindou mutters under his breath. “Think we can tell the others?”

“Nah,” Ran hums, a grin curling his lips. “Think we’d be able to come over as much if everyone knew? They’re all gonna want to see ‘em more once they find out. Let them wait a bit more.”

An understanding gleam enters Rindou’s eyes, and he nods silently, shrugging into his coat.

“Besides, I’m more interested in seeing how this affects the deal Draken made,” Ran adds, pulling open the front door, a gust of snow billowing through the warm living room before he closes it behind them. “A baby changes everything. You know he won’t let it slide, whose the kid is.”

"You think Mikey'd take them back? If it's not Draken's?"

Ran pauses for a moment, considering. His violet eyes turn skyward, watching the snow begin to clump thicker in the air. Eventually he shrugs. "I dunno. But it's not something I'd bet big against. They're both possessive assholes, not that I blame them all things considered."

Rindou chuckles. "I wonder how hard they'd even fight it. It's clear they love Draken, but that submission… it's worked out well for everyone. Maybe we'll get them back. Koko would be thrilled, that's for sure."

That earns a noncommittal hum from his brother, but garners no response.

"Fuck it's cold," Rindou grumbles finally, shoving his hands in his pockets as the snow collects in his hair. He sends one last longing glance at the door behind him. "Call a fucking cab next time.”

Draken silently steps away from the front door, padding down the hall and slipping into the bathroom.

“Princess, you okay?”

“I’m fine.” The shower curtain rattles as you pull back the colored fabric to peek out at him, steam billowing out of the gap. “Are you coming in?”

“Do you want me to?”

You take the barest of seconds to glance at him, taking in the fond curve of his lips, shadowed by the slight hunch of his eyebrows, and are quick to answer. If you do it right, you can always wipe away any budding insecurity the brother’s might have planted when you left the room. Those two do that often enough that you’re used to it, used to the way they get under Draken’s skin. He told you that a long time ago they didn’t used to be friends, but that was before Mikey brought them all together. Sometimes you think you see tiny hints of their old animosity, but it’s always gone so quickly that you’re never sure until you’re mulling it over later in the night.

“Of course, Ken. I need your help.”

You grin as Draken immediately pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the detailed twin dragons on his chest, your eyes lingering on the one that rests between his pectorals, set in the gap of serpents’ opposing maws. The one each of his friends seem to have somewhere. He’d gotten it not long after you’d moved in, and you remembered the tense moments where you’d catch him glaring at it in his own reflection. But his eyes would always soften if he caught you looking. Despite how he does everything he can to baby you, you know better. You know what he does to be able to take care of you, what’s expected of him. It would take a lot more than endless soft words and pampering to go unaware of the plain package parcels that go through your home, to cover the smell of blood.

His pants are crumpled to the bathroom floor moments later, and then he’s joining you in the steamy water. “What d'you need, baby?”

“Help me get it out?” Draken’s eyes spark with fire as you slide wet fingers down his arm and pull his hand between your thighs.

A low groan spills from his throat as his fingers slide through your folds, slipping through the leftover cum that still stained the walls of your pussy. He leans closer and presses a hot kiss to your cheek. You can feel the temperature of his lips more distinctively than the water beating down on your back. “You really want it out?”

“Want yours, Ken. Not theirs. Get it out,” you whine at the end, pressing your forehead to his chest as he plunges his fingers into your cunt, still so sensitive from the brothers’ assault. “Ah!”

“Shh, I got you.” Draken’s voice is a little deeper now, desire laden, as he murmurs soft encouragements, his fingers twisting and grazing against that spot in you that has you gripping his forearm helplessly, leaning against the tile to keep from falling. He knows you better now to know you’re not trying to stop him, simply a kneejerk reaction to the pleasure. He pulls his fingers out, grasping your waist to steady you instead, his eyes staring intently at your little bump. “Careful, baby. Turn around.”

Breathlessly, you comply, putting your palms flat to the tile and moaning when he presses on the small of your back, having you push your hips out just a little. “Good?” He rumbles. You hear him unhook the showerhead and tell him yes, blood hot with anticipation.

Your squeal bounces off the walls of the bathroom when he presses the jet of water to your slit, the heat and the pressure enough to make your knees weak.

Draken hums, keeping your steady with a hand on your hip, pressing more firmly and shifting the stream lower, away from your clit. Your mewls are softer now, just like the pleasure, tilting your hips down against the water; it still feels good, heightened by your lover’s touch, knowing his gaze is locked on you.

After a couple minutes, he notices you begin to shiver, your skin rising with goosebumps, wet and no longer under the full warmth of the showerhead. He reclips it and turns you back to face him. There’s no complaint from you when he captures your lips in a kiss, his fingers slipping into the warmth of your pussy, immediately angling at the soft lining of your outer wall, working you towards a quick release with a touch that betrays just how well he knows your body.

His breath is labored against your neck where he buries his head, lips pressing to your collarbone intermittently, occasional grazes of his teeth. Your hips jerk into his efforts as his thumb presses on your throbbing clit, almost keening at how sensitive it is, so close to flying over the edge.

“Let go for me, I need you baby. Go on,” Draken rumbles, voice tight, but you’re coming before he’s even finished speaking, the knowledge, no, the admittance—that this man needs you, causes bliss to light up every circuit you possess. His fingers continue to crook at your walls, guiding you through a pleasure you’d never have dreamed of before him.

“One more? You got one more for me, right?” His groan is ragged as he hooks one of your thighs under his arm, leaving you on one leg but keeping you steady as he sinks into you, his cock pulsing as your slick walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You don’t even care that your body is thrumming and oversensitive, the desire to be as close to him as possible, to feel him consume you, is everything. Draken knows what’s best for you, always has.

His pace is slow, measured, but you can tell he’s as desperate as you are, his lips on yours, on your cheeks, your throat, kissing your eyelids every time they close, the water cascading around you, all but forgotten as your bodies move as one. It’s not about pleasure, it’s about being together, the joy of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” Draken moans, water dripping down his neck and shoulders. “So perfect. Every day, so good for me.”

“I need it, Ken,” you gasp, clawing at his back, desperation making your voice hoarse. “Please, please.”

Draken hisses as your nails drag red lines into his skin, but his eyes lose none of their intensity as he presses his forehead to yours. “Come with me—” your name tears from his lips in a low whine as pleasure unravels in his gut like a snapped coil, his hips stuttering as he releases inside you with a ragged groan, but he doesn’t stop, fucking it deeper. “Come for me, come, f-fuck—”

His chant doesn’t stop, and you watch his face contort as he continues to come, bliss easing his features and making him look softer, and Draken’s never looked more beautiful. You follow after him with a low cry, clutching him tight as the pleasure waterfalls through your body, leaving you breathless and unsteady, never happier.

“Love you, Ken.”

Draken smiles, peppering your throat with kisses and wrinkling his nose at the now even more prominent hickies Rindou left behind. "Let's go lay down, you've gotta be tired after all that."

Smiling and nodding, you turn off the shower, loosing happy sighs as Draken insists on toweling you dry, soothing aching muscles, and spending a euphoric amount of time eye level with your belly, his eyes closed and cheek resting against it, as if he could hear your baby if he tried hard enough.

But eventually he bundles you into the bedroom, helping you into some warm pajamas and turning the lights off and tv on. The fairy lights left the room with a soft glow, aided by the silver light of the tv, featuring some holiday special that tickles a memory from a different time.

After a few minutes you hear him mumble something about "closer" right before he lowers your pj's and you feel his cock pressing on your entrance. You hum, too comfortable to protest. With his arms around you, palming your stomach, tucked deep under the duvet, you feel warm and safe and moments from sleep with his cock pressed deep inside you.

Draken’s voice is a little hoarse, enough to bring you out of your drowsing with a pang of concern, but it strengthens with each syllable. “What do you think about moving somewhere else? What if we just disappeared, you and me?”

“Where would we go? What about your friends?” It's hard to imagine, you can hardly remember what it's like to leave the house, let alone leave the city you grew up in.

“We could go lots of places, travel the world even.” You notice he doesn’t answer your second question, but you figure that it’s not important enough to answer.

“I’ll go anywhere with you, Ken.” You whisper, and you know it’s true. Despite everything it took to bring you both together, you know you’d do anything for him. Anything for his child, your child. “As long as we stay together.”

“Then we’ll go,” Draken murmurs, holding you closer as you begin to drift to sleep, exhausted and content. “Just our family.”

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tis the damn season || Fred Weasley

Title: ‘tis the damn season Pairing: Fred x Reader Summary: and the only heart I’m breaking is my own Warnings: NSFW - mentions of vaginal sex. A/N: a muggle AU b/c something like this isn’t really plausible with the whole apparition thing and i love this song too much to not write a song inspired by it. I started this over a year ago and have just recently gotten back to it to finish! It didn’t quite end up the way I imagined it but i kinda just let the words take me where they wanted to go. Hope you enjoy!

He can’t remember the last time he was back.

His old life always feels so far away down in London. Like his memories of growing up in Ottery belong to someone else, and Fred’s just watching them on film. 

London is just so different. Busier in a way that Ottery never will be, with its barely populated town center and handful of businesses down Main Street. If you put the whole village together it would probably only span three blocks of London, including all the scant cottages that are just barely considered to be part of the village; the piece of land The Burrow is situated on included. 

The joke shop and his friends and life in general barely give him enough time to give Mum and Dad a call, let alone pop down for the weekend to visit. Not to mention retirement is treating the Weasley parriarchal well, allowing them to split their time between all of their children and the various parts of the world life has taken them. 

But it seems a grapple with nostalgia has led all of the Weasley children back to Ottery St. Catchpole this Christmas. Bill and Fleur took over the helm of hosting the family celebration years ago, when they decided traveling back to England with a baby was harder than hosting a slew of Weasleys at their cottage in the French countryside. So it caught Fred by surprise when his Mum called last month, letting him and George know not to bother booking a ticket to France, since they’d be doing Christmas the old fashioned way this year. 

At Molly’s request they’ve all taken the next two weeks off from work and made the trek back home, for one more Christmas at The Burrow. Fred would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit disappointed in the change of plans this year. He spent so much of his life trying to find a way out of Ottery, so driving back up here has left him with a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Which is why he left George at home as soon as they’d pulled in the driveway, needing to take a second for himself. 

He doesn’t realize he’s been sitting on a bench in town square, staring into the abyss until a quiet voice calls out to him. 

“Fred?”

Despite the time that’s gone by he’d recognize that voice anywhere. Y/N.

“Hey,” he greets casually, turning to look at her as he tries to pretend his heart hasn’t plummeted into his stomach. There’s a beanie pulled down tight over her hair and her cheeks are rosy from the cold, but she’s just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. It’d been right in this very place, he’d given her one last look through the rearview mirror as he and George left for good. 

Back then her face had been red from the tears she’d shed as he said goodbye, her eyebrows drawn together in frustration. The look on her face today is indifferent, and Fred can’t tell if he should be upset or relieved at that. 

“You’re home,” Y/N states, voice even. 

“Yeah,” Fred replies simply.

Their words hang in the air around them, both of them just looking at each other while they try and find something to say.

“Well, I’ll see you around, I guess. Unless you’re just stopping through?” Y/N asks, the tone of her voice curious, with just the barest hint of hope.

Fred nods, gesturing down the road with his hand. “Yeah, yeah, I’m in town for a bit. Staying at Mum and Dad’s for the holiday and all.”

“Ah, okay. Cool. Cool,” Y/N responds, rocking back and forth on her heels for a moment. “See you around, then.”

In the next second she’s gone, walking past Fred without a second glance back his way. 

Once Y/N has disappeared Fred heads back towards The Burrow, unable to tell exactly why that funny feeling is still there in the pit of his stomach.

-

“Freddie, Georgie! Long time no see, Lads!” 

The pub is loud, but somehow Dean’s voice overpowers it all and the boys easily find the table their old friends have commandeered for the evening. It’s tucked away in the corner, close enough to the bar that they’ll have no problem getting drink refills, but far enough away from the general rowdiness that they’ll be able to have a conversation without having to shout at each other. 

All the lads stand up as Fred and George approach, each one taking a turn to pull them each into a hug - as if no time has passed at all. Fred’s embarrassed to admit how long it’s been since he texted one of his old hometown friends, let alone sat down to catch up with them. It had been easier when they first moved to London, they were all young and carefree and it was normal for Fred and George’s living room to be taken over by the lads every few weeks for a Boy’s weekend in the big city. 

But as time went on Fred and George got busier, their dream had started to become a reality and investor meetings and paperwork became their priority. And it’s not like things only changed for them either. It seemed like one by one their friends started to find serious partners, and time with the boys started to take a backseat to time spent with their significant other. And now Fred and George are the only two of the group who aren’t married with a kid or two. 

“Look at our big London boys, taking time out of their busy ol’ schedules to slum it here up north with the rest of us,” Lee teases, toasting his beer to the boys before he takes a long drag. “We’re honored you could fit in some time to see us, truly.”

“You’re all a bunch of prats who don’t deserve our time,” George shoots back, winking as he drinks from the beer Tom had pressed into his palm. “And truly the honor is ours, I know changing diapers and feeding babies is important work and we appreciate you sacrificing your time to sit here at the pub with us.”

“You can laugh all you want now, boys - but just be ready to get it back tenfold once you degenerates decide to finally settle down and become family men,” Dean chuckles. 

Fred takes a long sip of his beer, letting the cool liquid run down his dry throat. Because sure there have been plenty of girls since Y/N. But they’ve all been short term, casual - some of them so brief he doesn’t remember their name or what they look like. There’s only one girl he’s ever imagined that kind of life with, and he’s sure that ship sailed the second he left town without her. 

“You boys ready for another round yet?”

Fred swears he must have done something epic to piss off whatever cosmic being exists out there, because for the second time today he’s blindsided by Y/N’s sudden appearance. He keeps his eyes downcast, suddenly super thirsty as he takes another long drink in order to avoid interacting with her again. 

“Do you even have to ask?” Lee answers with a hearty laugh. 

“Some things never change,” she responds with a lighthearted eye roll, collecting the empties from the table. “I’ll be right back with those.”

Fred finally looks up, his eyes following Y/N as she disappears back into the crowd. He feels like he can breathe again, and he finally sets his empty beer bottle back on the table. Their interaction earlier is still fresh in his mind and despite how uneasy their short interaction left him - he would be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping he’d run into Y/N again. He just didn’t imagine it would be so soon. 

“She teaches year one, over at the primary school.” Fred’s eyes meet Dean’s, his cheeks flushing at the realization he’d been caught. “All the kids love her. Daisy has her this year and I swear everyday when she gets home all she does is gush about Y/N. She works here on the weekends to help her Uncle out.”

Fred finds his eyes trailing back to where Y/N had disappeared to, hoping he might catch another glimpse of her. He’s happy to hear that she’s teaching, that him wrecking their plans of a future together didn’t deter her from following her other dreams. He looks back to Dean then, forcing a smile onto his face. 

“Daisy’s already in first year? You’re a proper old git aren’t ya, mate?” he teases in an effort to move the conversation in a direction that doesn’t involve the feeling of regret that’s suddenly started to creep up his throat. 

-

“Are you stalking me?”

Fred turns around at the sound of her voice, goosebumps shivering down his neck. He’d come down to the creek for some solitude, already getting tired of having his siblings and their families crammed into the Burrow after only three days. But of course, this had been their spot, so he’s not all too surprised that Y/N had found him here. 

“Are you sure you’re not stalking me?” he teases, breath catching in his throat at the smile that takes over her face. “I was here first, and I was at the town square first the other day too. Seems to me like I’m the one being followed.”

Y/N shakes her head with a quiet laugh, taking a few steps down the embankment so she’s closer to Fred. “And what about the other night at the pub, hm? What about then?”

“Happy accident,” Fred answers with a shrug, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “It’s not like there’s other pubs in the village to hang out at.” He can tell he struck a nerve based on the way Y/N’s eye twitches, and silence grows between them as his brain scrambles to think of something else to say.

“All those years in London and Ottery is still too small for you?”

There isn’t any anger or resentment in her voice, and Fred takes that as a win. In the few months before Fred and George finally took the plunge and moved to London he and Y/N had been fighting more than ever, and like an idiot he forgot that most of those fights revolved around his need to get out of their hometown. While he found Ottery’s size suffocating, Y/N found it charming and more than once she’d made it clear to Fred that the only place she could ever imagine raising a family was the little village they’d grown up in. 

So instead of making her choose between her own dreams and his, Fred decided to leave. It broke something in him that day, watching Y/N get smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror as they drove away. But he knew moving to London would have broken Y/N too, and he’d rather die than see her become someone she isn’t. 

So, he left with no intentions of ever coming back. 

And yet here they are again.

“What can I say, I’m a city boy now through and through.”

Y/N hums, giving Fred one last glance before she starts to walk along the creek, and it only takes a moment of hesitation before he follows. She’s walking slow enough that it only takes a few strides for Fred to catch up, and before he knows it they’re walking side by side, arms just barely brushing as they move. 

“It’s everything you ever wanted then?” Y/N inquires after a few quiet minutes. Her eyes are downcast, and Fred is thankful that she can’t seem to look at him. He’s not sure he’d be able to handle it. 

“It is, yeah,” Fred answers honestly, swallowing thickly. “The store is better than everything George and I ever dreamed of. And the friends we’ve made are amazing. It’s better than I ever imagined.”

“That’s good,” she responds, voice curt. “So  you don’t regret leaving everything behind to start a new life?”

“Not everything,” Fred answers honestly again, his voice laden with remorse. 

She stops in her tracks then, turning to finally face Fred. He stops too, barely able to bring his eyes to meet hers. He can tell by the way she exhales that she’s upset, but he can’t find himself feeling sorry for what he said. Because all of it is true. 

He realized it the other night, after they got back from the pub and he couldn’t sleep. That weird feeling in the pit of his stomach was still there, and he couldn’t figure out why. He thought seeing his old friends would ease it, that he was nervous about seeing them again after so long and it wouldn’t feel the same as it used to. But the night couldn’t have gone better, they all picked right back up as if no time had passed at all. 

And yet the feeling had only gotten worse. 

When he fluffed his pillow for the hundredth time his fingers brushed against something under it, and when he pulled it out his stomach dipped even further. It was a picture from high school that George took of Fred and Y/N. She was wrapped up in his arms as she smiled for the camera, but Fred had been looking at her. He’s looking at Y/N with so much love you’d think she’d hung the moon and the stars and in that moment Fred realizes that she did. She was the universe, and Fred was a mere mortal lucky enough to be caught in her orbit.

And it’s in that moment that he finally realizes what that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach is.

Regret.

“Fuck you, Fred,” Y/N finally responds, voice full of anger. “I stood there in the middle of town square crying as I begged you not to leave. As I begged you not to leave me behind like everything we had meant nothing to you. And now all these years later you have the audacity to stand here and tell me that you’re only regret in life is leaving me behind.”

She turns on her heel and storms away, and Fred immediately follows. “Will you just let me explain?” he calls as he catches up. He grab’s Y/N’s wrist, stopping her in her tracks so he can pull her back towards him. 

Suddenly her body is pressed up against his, and Fred’s heart feels like it might beat right out of his chest. He can’t remember the last time they were this close and he instinctively reaches up to cup her cheek. “Please,” he begs. “Don’t run away from me.”

Snow has started to softly fall around them, and Fred feels like he can’t breathe as her eyes finally rise to meet his. “Please,” he whispers, afraid that if he speaks too loud it’ll break whatever trance they’ve fallen into. 

A softly murmured Fred is Y/N’s only response, and before he can second guess himself Fred leans down and kisses Y/N slowly - finally feeling like he’s home. 

-

“This is still your go to hiding place I see.”

Y/N doesn’t even flinch at the sound of his voice, as if she was expecting him to find her here. Which wouldn’t surprise Fred in the slightest. They used to be so in sync it was as if they shared a brain - and he’s happy to find that time and distance hasn’t changed that one bit. 

When she does nothing to acknowledge his presence Fred heaves a sigh, taking a step closer to where Y/N sits. “Ignoring me isn’t going to make me go away. It only fuels me to stick around to annoy you further.”

That earns him a glare, and he can’t help but smile. “There’s my girl,” he teases.

“Oh fuck off Fred,” Y/N responds, but there’s no malice in her voice. 

Fred takes that as an invitation to come closer, and he sits down on the empty swing next to her. His mind has been racing since Y/N took off after their kiss a few hours earlier, and now that he’s here with her it’s finally starting to quiet down. He’s not really sure what possessed him to kiss her, and even now that he can think straight his brain has yet to come up with something decent to say to her. 

They just sit there staring straight ahead for who knows how long, feet just barely pushing against the ground so they can slowly swing back and forth. Wind curls around them as it blows, but Fred hardly feels the chill as he thinks about the girl sitting beside him. He hasn’t thought about her for years, and all it’s taken is three days and a few brief interactions for his thoughts to be consumed with Y/N once again. 

“I can’t do it again.”

It’s Y/N that finally breaks the silence, and Fred turns so he can look at her. She doesn’t meet his gaze, but Fred can see the way her lip trembles and he has to fight the urge to reach out and comfort her. 

“When you left,” she continues, taking a deep breath. “When you left before it broke me, Fred. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. It took months for my life to get back on track and over a year for me to start to finally feel normal again. I got my degree and started teaching, started dating again-“ she pauses as Fred flinches at those words. “Point is I moved on from you, and I can’t do it all over again. I can’t let you back in just for you to leave again.”

Y/N finally turns to look at him, and when Fred opens his mouth to respond she puts her hand up to stop him. 

“But I also can’t ignore the way that kiss made me feel. Because nothing I’ve done in the years since you left has ever made me feel like that and I can’t go around just pretending that you have no effect over me. Not if I’m going to survive seeing you around over the next few weeks.”

“So what are you saying?” Fred asks after a moment. He’s pretty sure he knows exactly what Y/N is saying - but he needs to hear it come from her.

“I’m saying that as long as we can agree that whatever is going on between us is just for this time that you’re back in town - then I’m in. No real feelings, no talking about our future. Just me and you and the next two weeks. Do you agree?”

Fred knows that he should walk away. That he should say no, stand up and walk away from Y/N and just avoid her for the rest of this trip. But Fred is selfish, and the only thing he wants in this moment is Y/N and whatever parts of herself she’ll allow him to have - even if just for a short period of time. 

So instead of walking away, Fred nods - forcing a grin on his face. “I do.”

-

“How the fuck is your cunt still so tight,” Fred groans as he buries his face in Y/N’s neck. 

She’s sinking down onto his cock for the third time today, and the way she squeezes around him is making his head spin. They hadn’t wasted any time after their talk in the park. As soon as the words left Fred’s mouth they were on each other, Fred pressed her against the swing set as they kissed and he’d been tempted to fuck her right there in the middle of the park. But ever the responsible one, Y/N had managed to hold Fred off long enough for her to drag them down the block to her place. 

He took her for the first time against her front door, both of them still fully dressed with their pants pulled down just enough for Fred to slide his cock into her cunt. It had been frantic and uncoordinated but still perfect and over embarrassingly too quickly. Which is why Fred took Y/N for the second time on her couch a few steps away. He managed to get them both undressed as they stumbled into the living room, and he spent so much time on his knees kissing and licking at her pussy that he’s sure to have rug burn in the morning. 

For the third time they finally managed to make it into bed. After she came in his mouth and around his cock Fred finally felt satisfied enough to take his time. He kissed Y/N slowly as they made their way down the hall, stopping periodically to press her up against the wall. When they fell into bed she’d crawled right on top, whispering into his mouth about how it was her turn to take control. 

Which is how they got here, with Fred’s mouth pressing kisses from her neck to her collarbone, her hips moving against him as she rides his cock at an achingly slow pace. It feels too perfect and too much like home for Fred to handle, so he grips her hips and kisses Y/N hard to avoid saying the things that are running on a loop in his mind. His thumb finds her clit as Y/N words herself on his cock, rubbing circles in time with her movement to push her closer and closer to another climax. 

“Fred, fuck,” Y/N moans breathily as his lips trail back down her neck, toes curling as that familiar feeling pools in the pit of her stomach for what feels like the dozenth time tonight. Fred knows her body even better than she does, and it's embarrassing how quickly Fred has already brought her to the edge of another orgasm. Sex has never felt like this with anyone but Fred, and Y/N already regrets agreeing to a temporary fling. 

Because being here with Fred already feels too much like coming home. 

All it takes is one more final whispered, “That’s my girl, come for me,” from Fred to push Y/N over the edge. Pleasure washes over her in waves, electric shocks radiating from the tips of her toes to the top of her head as her cunt clenches around Fred’s cock, bringing him over the edge with her. 

As they both come down Fred gently rolls over, resting so that they’re both on their sides facing each other, his cock still buried deep inside. He knows he should pull out before they both get too uncomfortable, but some primal urge keeps him from moving an inch. 

Neither one says anything, chests heaving to catch their breath as they look into each other’s eyes. Fred figures he should say something to break the heaviness in the air that has settled around them, but Y/N is so warm against him and her bed is so soft that he can’t find the energy to do much besides pull her in even closer so that their bodies are practically one as they drift off to sleep. 

-

Fred spends the days leading up to Christmas at home with his siblings, taking the time to reminisce about their childhood while always finding new ways to create mischief with his plethora of nieces and nephews. For as much as he was dreading coming back to Ottery, Fred actually finds himself having a lot of fun, and he finds that he doesn’t miss London as much as he thought he would. 

And he’s sure that spending his nights in Y/N’s bed has played a role in that as well. 

Once everyone heads to bed at night he sneaks back out, taking the short walk into town to meet Y/N. Sometimes she’s closing up her Uncle’s pub, and Fred sits at the bar and harasses her as she completes all of her closing tasks before walking her back to her place. Other times she’s waiting for him in the town square after coming from her parents or running an errand, and Fred kisses her right there to try and erase the thoughts of him watching her get smaller and smaller in his rearview mirror. 

But most nights she’s already in bed waiting, the porch light on and the door unlocked so he can slip inside. Those nights are his favorite because it’s easy to pretend that this is their life. That Fred’s coming home to his favorite girl and their warm bed after working late or hanging out at the pub with his friends - instead of him coming over for a quick fuck and a few hours of sleep before he has to sneak back into his parent’s house. 

Christmas Eve comes upon them quicker than Fred would like, and they agree not to see each other until Boxing Day - neither one wanting their family to catch them in the act. Fred barely gets any sleep that night, tossing and turning so much George throws a pillow at him in warning. Less than a week he’s been sleeping beside Y/N and Fred already is having trouble sleeping on his own. 

He doesn’t want to think about the fact that in one more week he’ll be back to sleeping alone. 

The kids wake everyone up far too early on Christmas morning, and as Fred trudges down the stairs the only thing on his mind is how he might be able to sneak away to see Y/N for a few minutes. After presents are opened and breakfast is eaten, Fred is just about ready to implement his plan to see Y/N under the guise of an after meal walk when his parents drop the news. 

“I’m just so happy you all took the time to come spend the holidays with us here back home this year. It really warms my old heart to see all my babies back under my roof,” his mother starts, hand pressed against her heart. 

“But your Father and I have been talking a lot this year about what our future looks like and well,” she pauses, looking over her shoulder at Arthur.”

“We’ve decided to sell The Burrow,” he announces, resting a comforting hand on Molly’s shoulder. Ginny stands in protest, and Arthur puts a hand up to stop her. “It’s far too big of an undertaking for just your mother and I, and between all the traveling we do to visit you all we only spend a few days a month here. That’s why we decided to hold the holidays here just one last time, so we could fill this place with love and laughter one more time before we give another family the opportunity to make their own memories here.”

Bill, acting in his big brother duty, is the first to speak up. 

“I know this decision must not have been easy for the two of you to make, and I think I speak for all of us when I say that while it is going to be hard to wrap our minds around the fact that The Burrow won’t be ours anymore - we respect your decision and are happy that you guys are following your dreams.”

“Yeah, we love this place,” Ginny starts, getting up to hug Molly and Arthur. “But we love you more, and we support you in any way that you need.”

They all murmur similar sentiments as they join Ginny and their parents in a group hug, but Fred finds himself not really meaning any of the words coming out of his mouth. He was just starting to find the joy in coming home to Ottery, and now there won’t really be a home to come back to. The thought of making some excuse to come up and visit Mum and Dad in the new year was the only thing that made the thought of leaving Y/N next week tolerable - and now he doesn’t even have that to hold on to. 

“You alright?” George asks as they separate from the hug, nudging Fred’s shoulder with his own. 

He nods, putting the best smile he can manage on his face. “Yeah, just busting at the seams from all that food. Think I’m going to take a walk - make some room for Christmas dinner.”

George gives him a look that screams he knows Fred is up to something, but he just gives his brother a nod in acknowledgement. “Alright, mate. See you in a bit.”

The second he grabs his coat Fred is slipping out the front door, phone already in hand to convince Y/N to sneak away to meet him.

-

“You’re not going to try and fuck me out here, are you? Because getting arrested for public indecency is definitely not how I want to spend my Christmas,” Y/N jokes as she approaches. But as soon as she sees the look on Fred’s face the smile drops from her own, and she takes the swing next to him. “What happened? Did someone die?”

“Just my childhood,” he responds dryly. 

“Elaborate, please.”

Fred heaves a sigh. “Mum and Dad are selling the burrow, they announced it after breakfast.”

“Oh,” Y/N exhales, taken by surprise. “I’m sorry.”

Except her tone sounds more confused than comforting, and Fred gives her a questioning look. “You don’t sound sorry.”

“Sorry it’s just, you confuse the fuck out of me Fred. You haven’t been home in years, in fact you ran the hell out of here like your ass was on fire and never even looked back. And now you’re acting as if your life is over because your parents are selling their house when in reality it’s not going to have any effect on you or your life.”

Fred scoffs, pushing off of the swing so he can slowly pace back and forth. “I just, I don’t know. Always thought that they’d be there to come home to if I ever needed it. And recent events have made me think that maybe coming home every once in a while isn’t such a bad idea.”

“Don’t,” Y/N states firmly, standing up as well. “Before we started this you agreed that it was a one time only thing. No talking about the future, no real feelings. Just us fucking around until you run back off to London in the New Year.”

“Well I’ve changed my mind,” he announces. “I want to talk about the future and have real feelings. Because this past week has been the best week I’ve had in years. Seeing the lads, running around the burrow with everyone, spending time with you. This is the life I’ve been missing out on and I don’t want to miss anymore.”

“Fuck you,” Y/N spits. “Where was this revelation ten years ago when you left me crying by the side of the road while you went off to start a new life without me? I’m sorry that you regret your decisions in life Fred, but it’s too little too late. I can’t trust you anymore. We talked about starting a life here and then you fucked off to London and now you want to come back here and expect me to just jump back in where we left off? Who’s to say you won’t regret this decision in ten more years and you’ll abandon me here with kids and a house and a whole fucking life you just decide to throw away? I’ve spent enough of my life picking up the pieces that you broke and I’m done.”

Fred’s crying silently as she storms away from him, and it’s far too familiar to the scene he left behind all those years ago. Except Fred had turned back to give Y/N one last glance, but she keeps her head forward as she leaves him behind.

-

They leave to go back to London on New Year's Day. Christmas is usually their biggest time of year, and both Fred and George want to get back so that the employees who covered for them can get some much deserved time off. Fred had texted Y/N to let her know when they planned on leaving in case she wanted to say goodbye, and despite not getting a response he remains hopeful until the moment they start the car up to leave.

Fred keeps his eyes forward as they drive away from the burrow, steadily ignoring the way his twin looks at him from the passenger seat. He knows he’s been acting weird since Y/N left him standing alone in the park, hoping that his behavior can be attributed to the fact that their parents are selling their childhood home and not the fact that he somehow managed to break his own heart. 

“You alright?” George asks as they drive through Ottery one last time. 

“No,” Fred answers honestly, looking over at his brother from the corner of his eye. That ache that settled in his bones when they first arrived two weeks ago is back with a vengeance, and it only hurts more knowing he’s the reason why it’s there. “I’ll feel better once we’re home.”

“Yeah, I guess London really is our home now.”

Fred just hums in acknowledgement, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror for one last look at Ottery as they leave for good.

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfiction #fread weasley fanfic #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fw #golden

[merajsblog]

gojo satoru.

free time.

it was hard to find a schedule that worked with both you and gojos busy life. you were both jujutsu students, working their hardest. everyone took getos leave harshly, but gojos reaction was the worst. it was understandable what had happened was harsh. there was no light way of putting it. afterwards, his time was spent trying to become the best he could be. he wanted to be the best. you found it hard to say anything. you knew exactly why he was doing it and how important it was to him. if his focus was on becoming the strongest and being the one who protects everyone, then so be it. but tonight you wanted something different. there was a meteor shower you had heard of from shoko. it was a perfect getaway for a night.

knocking on his dorm door at around 10 pm, you were wearing comfortable but thick clothing. you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him what your thoughts on what tonight should be. the door slowly creeped open. you saw gojo standing there. he had a tired look on his face, red bagging under his eyes. he hasn’t been sleeping. his eyebrows were furrowed, almost like he had a permanent forlorn look. he was wearing his pajamas, a simple shirt and sweatpants. his hair was slightly damp. “hi satoru.” you said softly but sweetly. he cracked a small smile with the corner of his mouth. “y/n” he said softly. “i know you’re probably tired and it’s been a long day but shoko told me about this thing happening tonight and i really wanted to-“

“she already told me what she told you. i knew immediately you’d want to go.” he said cocking his head to one side. “i showered and everything just for you.” he said sarcastically. you rolled your eyes. “how sweet of you, but i reallllyy would of rathered you all sweaty and…nasty..” you said trailing off. he let out a small laugh. “let me get a jacket and we can go.” he said turning around. his room was a mess. there were bottles everywhere and his bed hadn’t been made in what looked like years. you knew first hand that he was putting off cleaning anything, and he was just keeping busy with practice and missions. you ignored it. now was not the time to be telling him what he already knew. grabbing a stale hoodie from the closet (it was stale because he hadn’t touched many jackets since it was summer), he quickly put it on and grabbed his sun glasses. he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead as he quickly walked out the door. i shut the door behind him and we headed towards the field. it was quiet and fairly chilly for a summer night. the hum of the electricity through the wires killed any silence between us. it was rather relaxing to enjoy the silence. it was a break from the world but by being with someone else.

“how was your mission today?” you asked. he sighed quietly. “it was fine, no casualties so it was actually the best outcome. these cursed spirits really be popping up a lot more at the end of summer.” he said, annoyance clear in his voice. “good work satoru.” you said beaming at him. you wanted him to feel better so desperately but you weren’t sure how. this slump or high or whatever he was on was not helping him at all. he was deteriorating, and maybe he was the only one who didn’t see it. or maybe he did see it but paid it no mind, and saw it as a kind of karma. you refused to let that go unchecked. “how was your day today? did you end up sparring with nanami as you wanted?” he questioned. “it went fine! much better than i thought actually..i really needed some more practice with hand to hand combat. nanami kept me on my toes.” you said running a finger over all the scars on your hands and palms from scraping with the fellow jujutsu students. “who won?” he asked raising an eyebrow with the corner of his mouth lifting. “i did.” you said sticking out a tounge, much like you’ve seen him do. he let out a laugh. a loud laugh. one that you havnt heard in a while. you smiled immediately. he grabbed your hand, walking onwards. “i will never let nanami live this down.” he said chuckling. then he turned to you, the blue haze in his eyes clearly showing. “i am proud of you thought, keep it up. i want you and i to spar some time too.” he said, seriously. he wanted everyone on par with him, as if that was even possible. you let out an anxious laugh. “only if you promise to go a little easy on me.” you said avoiding eye contact. you just didn’t want him to see you as weak or anything. “give yourself more credit, you’re a good opponent. you’d give anyone a run for their money if you let yourself.” he said calmly. you almost rolled your eyes at him. this was exactly what he needed to be hearing, especially the part about “giving yourself credit”. instead, you said “okay, okay satoru. we can try sparring but don’t come crying if i whoop your ass.” you said trying to lighten the mood. he chuckled as he kissed your knuckle. “i’m so scared.”

by the time you had reached the field, it was going to be time for the meteor shower to start. you were beyond excited. you loved spending time under the stars, away from the lights and people. there was something so intimate about just being under a shared sky and stars. satoru layed on his back, hands behind his head. his legs were crossed over each other. the sunglasses he wore were slightly lower on his nose, as if he was trying to see over the rim. you laid down besides him, with a few inches of space between. you weren’t sure if his infinity was on, and you didn’t want to humble yourself to find out. usually satoru initiated all contact. he was the one who could turn off his infinity and you knew that as soon as he had turned it off, he was vulnerable. last time he did that, amanai died. geto left. he was alone. he learned better, but you weren’t sure if that was really for the better. you turned towards him. you were slowly watching his features when he suddenly started talking.

“you know, i know i’m handsome and everything but why are you staring so intently.” he said, staring straight ahead at the sky. you let out a little laugh. “i’m just admiring the view, you know.” he smiled and turned his head a little. your eyebrows furrowed. your hand hesitated.

“what’s wrong?” he said, snapping you out of your daze. satoru had good intuition, and he could read your face easily. he turned towards you slowly, laying with his head on one arm.

“can i touch you?” you asked quietly. you were worried he wouldn’t of heard you or something, maybe your words got blown away in the wind. he had an incredulous look on his face, almost like he was offended. “i’m sorry i don’t want it to be awkward or weird it’s just i know you’ve been perfecting your infinity and using it at all times and i wasn’t sure..” you said trailing off slowly.

“my infinity is always off when i’m around you.” he said sternly. “especially when we’re actually at jujutsu tech. outside, usually we’d be on missions together or something so it’s on then, but not in the moments like this.” he said narrowing his eyebrows. you weren’t sure why he was so offended, it seemed like a good question to ask? “i’m sorry..” you murmured, “i wasn’t sure.” he sighed. “now i know why you don’t ever try to touch me unless i start first.” he said rolling his eyes before turning onto his back again. immediately, you got up on one arm and held his face with the other hand, turning his head slightly towards yours. you kissed him, softly but passionately. there were so many unspoken words in that moment. he was taken aback. he hasn’t been used to outbursts like this, or you being so physical. he didn’t mind, he was just hurt that you thought he didn’t trust you. your eyes desperately followed his facial features after kissing him like that. you saw him smile slowly. you turned back into your back, your arm snaking around his arm as you snuggled closer to him. he put his hand on your leg, and rested his head against the top of your head. the warmth radiating off him was like no other. the stars looked beautiful. the wind was blowing through his hair, making his soft white hair look like a cloud billowing in the breeze.

you two spent time pointing at some stars, and while you pointed out actual constellations, he would make up his own and name them “gojo pt. 1 and gojo pt. 2”. it made you laugh. you two hadn’t spent much time together where you weren’t under pressure. snickering and laughing could be heard in every corner of the field. finally, the meteor shower arrived. it was flashes of light dazzling through the sky, going in the same direction. some were closer together and others had more time apart. everytime one would happen, you would both shoot up to your sitting position, heads craned at the sky. even though gojo was supposedly the strongest and a prodigy, he was a child. a teenager who loved drinking cola and beach days and video games. he too loved the stars. after two hours, you noticed how cold the tip of your nose was, and how your finger tips were starting to try to hide in the sleeves of your sweater to get away from the cold. his nose has turned a sharp color of red, making you call him “rudolph”. the tips of his ears were red too.

there was a quiet moment between you two. when you both shot up to your arms and were looking at the sky, swearing you just saw one while the other said “no way.” you turned to him, “i’m telling you it was there!!” you said pouting. he rolled his eyes for the millionth time. “i would’ve seen it, we’re literally sitting right next to each other.” he stated. you both had maybe two or three inches of space between you. you could feel his hot breathe on your upper lip. the puffs of hot air escaping your mouths appeared infront of each other. his eyes were a dazzling blue up close. his hair was puffy and sticking out everywhere from the wind and the ground. he was the one who kissed you this time. it was long and sweet. it felt like it paused time. by the time you opened your eyes, it felt like another lifetime. you put your forehead to his, both of your closing your eyes.

“did you want to head to bed now?” he murmured. you nodded silently. you kissed his nose before getting up and stretching. he was being a baby and begging you to help him up, as if he was an old man. you walked away while he was still laying there pouting. then, he teleported in front of you. it stopped you dead in your tracks. he was still pouting, the corner of his mouth tilting down. he was also looking down at you. “why did you leave me there.” he said. you smiled sweetly and leaned forward. “because i knew you would come anyways.” you said, pecking him on the lips. then you grabbed his hand and started waking towards the dorms. he was still rolling his eyes, and you were fake lecturing him, saying how his eyes would roll to the back of his head permanently. he ushered you into your room, where he was planning on spending the night. he immediately crawled into your bed, taking up the entire thing. he patted his chest and grinned at you. now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

the night was gentle with you both.

#gojo x you #gojo saturo #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk anime #jjk x you #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojo x reader fluff

[pommpuriinn]

We Lost Our Summer Documentary Pt.1

🧷 Joohyung’s highlights during their documentary

Author’s Notes: I really enjoyed the documentary and I obviously cried (ಡ‸ಡ). I also wanted to say thank you for the support and even following me! I hope you enjoy the first half and I’ll try writing the second part soon.

 *⑅୨୧* “What is this for again?” A curious Joohyung popped in front of the camera man. “Your documentary.” He answered, zooming into Joohyung’s face. “Ah~ hello moa!” Joohyung waved with a smile. “I hope you enjoy whenever this comes out maybe next year, I think?” Joohyung tilted her head to the side trying to think when this was going to come out.

 *⑅୨୧* Not long after clips of the group practicing for their upcoming tour Act: Lovesick was shown. The group finished practicing the dance break sequence as everyone was going to take a rest, Joohyung’s voice was heard. “I think we can all be a little more sharper on some moves can we run it again.” Everyone agreed and got into position again.

Yeonjun: “Noona pays attention to detail so much that if you do a little mistake and think ‘Ah no one saw that’ you’re wrong! Noona always catches it and will make you practice until you never make that mistake ever.” (Laughs). “Even if she’s tough on us I know she only wants the best for us, and I love that about her.” (Nods).

 *⑅୨୧* “Wow, the screams.” Joohyung pointed to where moas were while looking at the camera. “I missed them.” She said, as she fixes her ear-ins.

Joohyung: “Finally hearing moa’s screams it felt like a dream.” (Smiles). “It’s been so long without hearing them and even seeing them in person that it feels so-real. It really makes you appreciate all the moments you had before.”

 *⑅୨୧* Of course not long after their first concert back it was time to head over to the US and finally see international moas after so long of only seeing and speaking to each other virtually. So first stop, Chicago. “Hello I’m Joohyung~” The group were in their green room reading through their little scripts for the concert, Joohyung was practicing her English skills. “Argh! I hate how I that little accent. I want to get rid of it.” Joohyung was getting frustrated.

Kai: “During the pandemic Joohyung has been taking lesson on bettering her English. I’m very impressed at how fast she picks it up because when we training together noona couldn’t speak it well nor understand it.”

Joohyung: “After debuting and seeing how we had fans from different places I really wanted to speak to our international fans comfortably, and so that there wasn’t much of a language barrier in between us. I worked really hard and I still am til today.” (Chuckles). “Singing English songs back then and even now really helps me.”

 *⑅୨୧* As the members expressed how nervous they were coming back to perform their first US concert. Joohyung was behind everyone with a poker face and being quietness one.

Joohyung: “I was shitting bricks.” (Laughs). “I tend to hide how I feel especially when I’m nervous or feeling unwell. I always want to put on an amazing show for moas and me being a perfectionist I set very high standards for myself. I don’t want to let myself down, nor do I want to let down moas after so long without seeing each other.”

 *⑅୨୧* New York was the next stop into the tour. Luckily the group got to have a chill day before they had schedules to fulfill. “Come on, let’s go out.” Taehyun threw himself onto Joohyung’s bed trying to convince her to come out. “Why?” Joohyung mumbled, as her face was against the hotel pillows. “It’s been forever since the last time you saw New York.”

Taehyun: “Joohyung noona is hard to get her out of her hotel room. You kinda have to beg until she gets tired of going back and forth and that’s when she comes out.”

 *⑅୨୧* Joohyung finally got changed and went out with Taehyun, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Soobin. They went to eat first before making their way to a bridge, and as they were walking Joohyung watched how Beomgyu was teasing Soobin and playing with his hoodie. “You gotta stop. You’re annoying him too much.” Joohyung laughed, as she pulled Beomgyu away from Soobin who was putting back on his glasses after Beomgyu took them. “Ah! My hair!” Beomgyu cried, as Soobin’s glasses got stuck with Beomgyu’s bangs. “See that’s what you get.” Joohyung teased, as she helped free the glasses.

*⑅୨୧* “Noona do you want to take pictures?” Yeonjun asked, as he turned around to look at Joohyung. Joohyung simply shook her head ‘no’. “But I’ll help take pictures for you.”

Yeonjun: “Joohyung is a private person, so she doesn’t really post a lot online. She likes taking pictures but she usually never posts them.”

*⑅୨୧* It’s 6 in the morning and the group is getting ready for an interview. The cameras show some members getting ready while others on their phone passing time. As Joohyung was getting her makeup done the camera zoomed in on her one of her female staff members holding Joohyung’s head since was asleep, and the other female staff member doing her makeup.

*⑅୨୧* Next thing you know the group was in the van getting driven to their interview destination. Joohyung was seated in between Beomgyu and Kai, and she noticed quite quickly that Beomgyu wasn’t feeling so good. “Are you feeling sick?” Joohyung whispered, as she held his hand and caressed it. Beomgyu nodded his head ‘yes’ and started leaning forward. The sick feeling got worst and Beomgyu called for the driver to stop the car. Beomgyu wanted to walk instead and immediately Joohyung got up to go with me. “I’ll go with him too.” Joohyung got up and went out the car after Beomgyu. The camera recorded the two walking hand in hand with their two staff members.

*⑅୨୧* Even during the interview Joohyung was worried about Beomgyu, especially when he would hold on to Soobin or her and seeing his clenched fist just shown how much he wasn’t feeling good. So once he couldn’t take it no more and had to walk out of the interview it alarmed Joohyung, but she continued to place a poker face on. It didn’t take long before Joohyung also walked out of the interview because she just had to check up on her member, and she shared a look with Soobin who was also very concerned.

Joohyung: “I hate seeing any of my members hurt.” (Frowns). “Seeing Beomgyu likes this and to the point where he can’t hide it really concerned me. So it really was my goal to be with him and try my best to just support him and make him feel better no matter what.”

*⑅୨୧* Atlanta is the 4th stop of the tour and things with Beomgyu still wasn’t looking up. Joohyung stuck by Beomgyu’s side throughout rehearsal. Beomgyu would lean against Joohyung’s back with his head down trying to feel better.

*⑅୨୧* Once the show started Beomgyu was trying his hardest all through the songs, but after performing ‘Eternally’ Beomgyu’s basically shut down. The members rushed backstage to get touch ups and cool down before going back on again. In the corner of Joohyung’s eye she saw Beomgyu sitting hunched over with a staff member rubbing his back. The camera got Joohyung rushing over to Beomgyu and bending down to look at his face. “I don’t feel good noona.” Beomgyu mumbled, as he rests his head on Joohyung’s shoulder. “Let’s take him to the green room.” The staff member helped Beomgyu up and started taking him in the room. Beomgyu held on to Joohyung dragging her with him just before another staff member came in. “Beomgyu-ssi you have to let go of Joohyung she needs to go back on stage.” The staff member kindly demanded. “No, I don’t want to leave him.” Joohyung now looked more worried then ever and couldn’t hide it. “But the concert Joohyung.” Honestly, the poor staff member didn’t know what to say nor do because of the situation. The camera caught Beomgyu giving Joohyung a slight nod and letting her go. “No.” Joohyung whimpered, not wanting to leave him. “Go, I’ll be ok.” He sent a weak smile. The staff member slowly pulled Joohyung away from the green room and led her back on stage. Joohyung ran passed the cameras and got on stage a bit late.

Joohyung: “Hearing him say that he doesn’t feel well to me and seeing his tried eyes made me feel some way I can’t explain.” (Shakes head). “I tried so hard to put on my straight face on that I broke in that moment. And I was going to follow the members after the staff wanted to take him in the green room, but Beomgyu still held on and took me with him-“ (eyes start watering). “I-I knew I couldn’t leave him.”

Beomgyu: “I honestly just wanted Jooie with me. She always knew what to do and what to give us whenever we’re sick. Jooie took care of us since the trainee days. (Smiles). “But I knew I couldn’t hold on to Jooie for too long because of the environment we were in.” (Nods).

*⑅୨୧* Going back on and perform like nothing happened was pretty hard for Joohyung, but she wanted to give moas a great show and they deserve it.

Joohyung: “It was hard going on stage, but I knew that I had to put on a good show with my members because it’s what moas should get after waiting for so long.

*⑅୨୧* Fortunately Beomgyu pulled through and came back on stage gaining support from not only his members, but from moa too. Beomgyu ended up finishing the concert with the members, toughing it out.

Joohyung: “Seeing Beomgyu standing with the mic stand I couldn’t help for hug him. I know he hates not performing and seeing him push through shows how strong willful he is.”

*⑅୨୧* “I’m happy you were able to push through, but you still have to be careful ok.” Joohyung gently scolded him. Beomgyu chuckled at how caring Joohyung was being. “I will Jooie~” Beomgyu petted her head affectionately. “You did good Beomgyu-ah.” Yeonjun joined the two putting his arm around Beomgyu. The three made their way back into their green room.

Joohyung: “It honestly does feel a bit awkward showing how much we really care for one another, like on cameras.” (Laughs). “Especially for me because I get awkward sometimes and then I hide away from the cameras, but it was kinda hard this time around.” (Looks at every camera in the room).





#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #txt scenarios #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #txt female addition

[the-offside-rule]

Harvey Elliott (Liverpool) - Break A Leg

Day 23 of Christmas

Twas the snowy Christmas day when Liverpool's young star, Harvey Elliott, found himself in an unexpected predicament. The echo of carols resonated through the hospital halls as he hobbled in on crutches, a result of a clumsy fall down the stairs in the morning. One of his nurses Y/n was around his age and still only a student doing a placement to fill up experience hours so she would pop into the to check up on her patient. Harvey sat on a chair scrolling through the Liverpool WhatsApp group where he was getting the slagging of the century. That was until his nurse card his name and asked him to follow her as best he could to be examined. Nurse Y/n, with a compassionate smile, guided him to the examination room. "Looks like you've got quite the holiday tale to tell," she remarked as she assessed his injury.

Harvey winced, but his charm remained intact. "Well, breaking a leg is one way to make Christmas memorable." Harvey smiled. "In a way, I suppose." She mustn't have been in a joking mood. He supposed he wouldn't want to have to work on Christmas Day either. "Are you off early today?" Harvey asked. "Pardon."

"Are you working all day or are you off for a few hours. Its Christmas." Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "Not as far as I'm aware. I'm hoping it's quiet enough so I can go home but I doubt it." Harvey sucked in his lower lip as she touched a tender area of his leg. "Sorry to hear that. Hopefully your mum keeps you some dinner." He says, half joking. Y/n smiled and looks up to the man. "I hope so too. She cooks good turkey, you know."

As Y/n tended to his injury, they exchanged jokes and random stories from their past Christmases as Harvey's flirtatious remarks met with Y/n's attempts to maintain a professional demeanor. But despite herself, she couldn't help but giggle at his jokes. In the midst of bandages and laughter, Harvey felt a strange connection. "You know, Y/n, there's something about the way you handle broken bones that makes me think we're meant to be." Y/n chuckled. "I think that's just the pain medication talking."

As dinnertime in the hospital had approached, Harvey, still confined to the hospital, he was offered some food to which he accepted. Whilst he sat eating the horrible hospital food, Y/n had come back with his x-rays and eager to get on her lunch break. "So what's the verdict?" Harvey asked. Y/n quickly explained the issue and how he should be okay to go home and rest once his cast was properly fitted. Harvey, ever the optimist decided this was the perfect chance to ask her to simply sit and join him for Christmas dinner. "How about you join me for dinner? It might be hospital food, but I promise the company will be top-notch."

Y/n hesitated, torn between professionalism and the festive spirit. "I'm not sure that's appropriate." She replied. "But it's Christmas!" Harvey pleaded with puppy-dog eyes. "And who would pass up the chance to have dinner with a guy who broke his leg for a good story?" Y/n rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "Fine, but only because I'm curious about how someone manages to break a leg on Christmas day."

As they shared a modest hospital Christmas dinner, the two found themselves immersed in meaningful conversations. Harvey, spoke of his life and how much it has changed since he had been called up to the main squad. "I refuse to believe you used to have that haircut." Y/n chuckled as Harvey put his phone away. "Trust me, I wish I didn't sometimes." He replied. "But what about you? Haven't really heard much from you." Y/n put her tray to the side. "What do you want to know?" She asked. Harvey shrugged. "Well, how did you get into this? Must be some serious pressure."

"I don't know how to explain the pressure, the constant exams, and the sleepless nights. It's like I'm drowning in textbooks, and Christmas just feels like another deadline." She explained as best she could. Harvey, perceptive as ever, listened intently, concern etched on his face. "You don't have to carry it all alone. I've heard medical related stuff is tough, but you're tougher than I am. I would've quit by now." He said. "What? The Harvey Elliott would've quit?"

"Just better at football." Harvey replied. "Mmh, I'd debate that." Harvey laughed. He'd managed to break down her walls and make her laugh with him. "That's hilarious."

When the time came, Y/n helped put on Harvey's cast and sorted out all the paperwork for him to go home and enjoy the few hours he had left from Christmas. "I can help you out to your car if you want." Y/n offered. Harvey accepted and off the pair went, slowly as Harvey got used to his new set of crutches and heavy cast. "So what's the plan for after Christmas?" Harvey asked. "Probably back to uni. Yourself?" She replied. "Probably not football." He mumbled, earning a small laugh from Y/n. "No, but you've a team of professionals there to help you at your very command." He nodded in agreement. "Just this car here that's pulling up." Hafvey said, pointing out the black jeep his mother had driven right up to the hospital entrance. "Perfect. Well, I'll see you around, Harvey." Y/n smiled. "Just, one more thing." Harvey said as Y/n went to leave. "You're not defined by grades or deadlines. You should just take a break and relax. Maybe even go have a coffee or something. Anything away from this." Y/n smiled softly and thanked him, before the pair had separated and figured they wouldn't see eachother again.

A year had passed since then and Harvey had been back in Anfield. During this particular match, he had scored a cracker of a goal and ran to the kop to celebrate. As his teammates jumped around and atop of him his eyes darted around the stand, watching the passionate roars of the fans, but one in the very front caught his attention; his wonderful student nurse that had helped him just the year before. His breath hitched as he spotted her, waving. He help his hand up to his ear and signified for her to call him, making her laugh. Well since he was no longer her patient, what's the harm? She could maybe even come to his Christmas dinner this year...and maybe next year too.

#football #football imagines #football blurbs #harvey elliott oneshot #harvey elliott x y/n #harvey elliott blurb #harvey elliott imagine #harvey elliott #christmas imagine #christmas fanfic #christmas fic

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Ruined Plans

Words: 1,400

Pairing: KakaIru & YamaGai

Characters: Hatake Kakashi & Yamato

For: @animetrashmuffin who has had to wait for so long for me to produce anything even remotely cute for KakaIru, and instead of getting adorable KakaIru fluff got Kakashi feelings and Kakashi & Yamato friendship T.T

Eleven-fifteen to one P.M. was the time when Iruka’s classroom would be empty. His students would be off in other classes, and then enjoying their lunch break, leaving Iruka to relax for a bit before a hectic afternoon. Kakashi had committed that information to memory the first time Iruka mentioned it during a quiet morning coffee date and saved it for an important date in the future. 

That date was today.

He’d even made sure to confirm it that morning as Iruka crawled out of bed, just to ensure he wouldn’t be interrupting any of his boyfriend's classes when he popped in with the requested delivery of fresh vegetables from his garden. Vegetables that Iruka wanted to send home with his students.

With that bit of information tucked away in his memory banks, he spent his morning packing three boxes full of vegetables and left his house at Eleven A.M. on the dot. He’d even stopped at Ichiraku on the way to pick up some lunch for Iruka since he’d noticed that his wonderful boyfriend had forgotten his homemade lunch on the kitchen counter.

He could have brought the homemade lunch but decided instead to spoil Iruka a little. 

All that was left to do was carry everything to Iruka’s classroom.

An easy enough task, though he’d have to take one trip for each of the boxes, meaning a total of three trips back and forth between his truck and Iruka’s classroom.

“Think of it, Kakashi,” He muttered to himself while placing the Ichiraku bag on top of the first box and lifting it all off of the back of the truck. “He’ll be so impressed that you brought lunch. It’s such a thoughtful thing to do, and Iruka’s a sucker for thoughtful gestures.” If he was really lucky, Iruka would show his appreciation when they were back at his house later. 

Making his way to the front doors, he was surprised when they swung open and revealed Yamato standing there with a playful expression.

“Don’t,” he warned as he made his way past his old friend. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Bullshit,” he huffed. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Actually, I just got back from an appointment,” his friend chuckled. “I was about five minutes late to the start of class, but thankfully Iruka took over for me.”

Coming to a halt, Kakashi turned his gaze to Yamato. “Iruka?”

“Yes, Iruka,” Yamato confirmed. “Is that a problem?”

“No.” he stamped down the urge to scream. All of that planning went to waste because of Yamato. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Yamato chuckled. “I would take over from him, but for the first time in months, the kids look like they’re enjoying their lesson. It would be rude of me to barge in and interrupt that.”

“Says something about your teaching abilities,” Kakashi’s words earned him a sharp glare, but he didn’t care to apologize. Iruka was meant to be free for the period, not stuck in Yamato’s class making sure the students were behaving without the iron fist of fear hovering over their heads.

“You’re pouting.”

“I am not.”

“You are,” Yamato turned to face him and taped a finger against his nose. “Sad your boyfriend can’t come to hang out with you?”

“Wouldn’t you be?” He huffed.

“Well, yes, but I can always cuddle up with him at home,” he shrugged. “Which you can do as well, can’t you? Hasn’t Iruka moved in with you?”

“Well…” he thought back to the last five days. Even though Iruka still had his own place he had been spending most of his time hanging out at Kakashi’s. There was even some of his clothing in the closet, his toothbrush sitting in the toothbrush holder and even some instant ramen in the cupboards.

“Ah, you’re at that stage,” reaching out, Yamato grabbed the bag off of the top of the box Kakashi was carrying and grinned when Kakashi glared daggers at him for the offense. “Is that why you’re bringing him lunch? To butter him up for when you ask him to officially move in?”

“I am not trying to butter him up.”

“Mmmhmmm,” peering into the bag, he chuckled. “Oh, his favorite Ramen. That’ll get you into his good books for sure.”

Kakashi rolled his eyes. “I do not need to get into anyone’s ‘good books’,” he insisted. “Especially Iruka’s.”

“You could use a bit of help getting into my good books,” Yamato argued. “Really, you never spoil me Senpai. When was the last time you even paid for lunch when we went out?”

“Isn’t it Gai’s job to spoil you?”

“One: Not the point. Two: Gai is the one who needs spoiling. The only thing he spoils me in is love.”

“Which is exactly what you need spoiling in,” finally reaching Iruka’s classroom, Kakashi peered in through the little window in the door. It was a pointless endeavor, but part of him hoped Iruka had ditched Yamato’s class and returned to his own room so that Kakashi might still be able to spend some time with him. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

Iruka’s room was devoid of any life.

“Now you just look pathetic,” Yamato sighed when Kakashi glanced his way. “Really, you look like a kicked puppy, Senpai.”

“I do not,” he protested, though the slight whimper in his voice was a dead giveaway that he was a liar. 

“Yes, you do,” Pointing to the spot directly beside the classroom door, he rolled his shoulders and grunted when they popped. “Put that down and I’ll help you with the next load. After that, we can go get a cup of coffee to lift your spirits.”

A smile tugged at the edges of Kakashi’s lips. “You paying?”

“After all of these years,, I would never be foolish enough to think that you would actually offer to pay, Senpai.”

“Rude.”

“But true,” Yamato asserted. “Oh, and you can leave the Ramen in his office. It should be unlocked.”

“But,” glancing toward the office, he sighed. After all the care he’d taken in planning out his afternoon, he was left with no satisfying outcome. Iruka wasn’t in his classroom waiting for a cute midday lunch date, and now he was being dragged away to coffee by one of his best friends. 

“Relax,” Yamato groaned. “I’ll make sure you’re back in time for lunch. That way you’ll get at least an hour with him before afternoon classes start.”

An hour with the most wonderful man he’d ever had the privilege of meeting.

It wasn’t exactly what he had planned, but Kakashi couldn’t help but feel a bit happier at the thought of returning to find Iruka surrounded by boxes of fresh vegetables with a bowl of warm Ramen sitting on his desk waiting to be devoured.

There was only one thing that could make it better.

“Tenzo,” he turned to his friend with a brilliant smile. “I couldn’t trouble you for a little something, could I?”

“More than me paying for your coffee?” Yamato huffed. “I would rather not, but I could be persuaded to help you out.”

“Persuaded?” Kakashi arched an eyebrow. “For what?”

“Well, my kitchen could always use some garden fresh vegetables. Gai loves cooking his curries with the freshest vegetables he can find.” his friend mused. “And I can see that you’ve already harvested some of your vegetables.”

“Of course you can. They’re sitting right in front of you.”

“Don’t get smart with the man buying your coffee.”

Lifting his hands up in front of him, he chuckled. “Alright, alright. You want some vegetables. I can do that,” there were, after all, lots of vegetables left even after his donation to Iruka’s students. Paying the bills wouldn’t be a problem for him and he did usually prefer to give away as much of the food as possible so that none of it went to waste.

“Good,” Turning his back to him, Yamato started back down the hallway. “Drop the Ramen off on Iruka’s desk and come grab the last load of vegetables. Then we’ll head to the cafe.”

Watching his friend walk away, Kakashi sighed.

It wasn’t exactly what he had planned for his afternoon, but spending time with his friends was something he always considered a bonus with how busy his work on the farm could get.

#Farmer AU #Farmer Kakashi #Teacher Yamato #Teacher Iruka #AU-Tober #AU-Tober 2023

[devils-pirate-crew]

Bandages on his hands, on his face, on his shoulder. Long nights lying in a bed that isn't his. Soft chattering between two pirates as one unwraps the bandages around his torso, rubs more salve into the stinging wounds, then gently retucks them again. When the job is done, they sit down on the edge of the bed, telling stories quietly of life before the sea, life before life. A pause in the conversation.

"I don't know if he's going to make it," one pirate whispers. "Not that I doubt you, but... he's spent the last four days barely responsive. He's been barely clinging on ever since we found him. Hell, he couldn't even tell us his name. I can't believe he was even still alive..."

"He wants to live," the other person replies. "That's why he's alive. He's fighting for it."

"Didn't you say the same thing about Yak?"

"That was... different," the second pirate mutters - this is obviously a sore subject. "Yak's wounds - they were deep, and the infection had already set in... there wasn't much we could do but pray at that point. Our new friend's burns are mostly surface-level; the problem is they cover a lot of his body. And that they weren't treated for a few days didn't help the situation..."

"Look, I don't - I just don't want to see you hurt again." The first person sighs. In the dim candlelight, he reaches for his crewmate's hand, holding it, tender. "You're doing so well, really, especially with the situation you're in. And Nico agrees, I talked to him earlier today. Of course, he is complaining about the hammocks in the forecastle," he chuckles, "But maybe he'll finally agree to getting new cloth for those..."

"God, he's just a kid," the second's voice breaks on the last word - he coughs up a quiet sob, curling in on himself. "He's just a fucking kid..."

The first scoots closer, allowing the second to rest his head on his crewmate's shoulder. "I know... I know... he's going to make it. I believe in you."

"Believe in him, not me," the second exhales. "I can only do so much. It's up to him how hard he wants to fight."

Dawson opens his eyes. He's staring up at the wooden ceiling of a ship, not wholly indifferent from his hammock on Jersey Devil but definitely not quite the same. For example, he's lying on a bench, and the two concerned pirates are sitting on the other side of the table, giving Dawson side looks on a regular basis as they discuss something between themselves. The Voices hum along in the background -

Oh. Right.

He distantly remembers Arber's words - that the connection was for his own good. The Voices say to trust him. The Voices don't lie... right?

"...Hey," Dawson mumbles, scratching at the back of his bandaged hand self-consciously as he pops his head up to look at Arber and Juraj.

"Are you okay?" the latter immediately jumps into alertness, leaning over the table to get a better look at Dawson. "Arber said, about the spirits - "

"I guess I'm fine," he replies, pivoting to a sitting position - his back and joints ache from the uncomfortable bench.

"That's why I connected you with me," Arber pipes up, a little bit unnecessarily smug. "If I didn't..."

"He says you'd have went through a spirit break, which I roughly understood as literally exploding?" Juraj furrows his brow. "Or something like that. I don't really understand all of your guys's spirit stuff, but I think that's what that is?"

"More or less," Arber agrees. "You alright? Your spirits are okay?"

The pilot's mate closes his eyes for a second - the humming of the Voices is almost pleasant in its softness. "Yeah," he nods, looking down at the table. "Um. Sorry for all that..."

"If you apologize again, I swear," Juraj whines, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner. "What am I going to do with you?"

"...That's actually a good question," the gunner mutters. "Because the kid definitely needs some... help," he settles on that word, "But Suzu said your ship's worried sick about you."

"I don't need - "

"You almost died." Juraj squeezes his eyes shut, exasperated. "Literally."

"I - " Dawson sighs, pivoting to leave that conversation behind. "You said something about... Suzu?"

"Our captain," Arber supplies. "We should really get out of here before, you know, he finds out..."

"We kind of lied to him that we didn't know where you were," the cook adds. "So now we might be fucked?" He smiles sheepishly.

#storyline #d.mercer|91 #j.slafkovsky|20 #a.xhekaj|72

[erodasfishtacos]

I fucking love mlb!harry and ceo!harry

Ur so talented

Erm i had an idea (pls feel free to ignore, i know u hv a busy schedule and life outside of tumblr) but what if mlb!harry played badly in a game (or less than how he expected he wld perform) and y/n makes him feel better

Or

Ceo!harry loses an important deal and y/n makes him feel better

CRAMP

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warnings: smut; 18 +

YN knew it wasn’t going to be a fun time when Harry came home that night.

All four babies were fast asleep in their respective rooms and she was lounging on the couch, some cooking show on after she watched her husband play a rough game on ESPN.

He got hit with a fastball to his calf during the second inning and after that, his performance went downhill and he couldn’t get back on track.

He threw three homeruns and only made a few mediocre hits, trying to ignore the shooting pain in his lower leg.

In a typical Harry move, he refused to do the end of game handshakes with the opposing team and stormed off the field.

An interviewer chasing after him to ask him a question and Harry give her a dirty look before muttering, “Get away from me. I’m not answerin’ any questions,” before he disappears down the stairs.

YN knew just the thing that will cheer him up.

-

Harry trecks into the house with heavy feet and tense shoulders, his eyes are tired and frustrated as he drops his duffle on the ground carelessly.

“Hi,” YN murmurs when he steps into the living room, she was all curled up in a fluffy blanket with a surprise underneath.

“Hi,” He says back blandly, the frown unmoving from his face - almost like a pouty little kid.

“Can you come rub m’back?” She asks, feeling herself dampen a little bit with the excitement of what’s to come.

Harry scoffs, obviously in a sour mood, “I just finished a game, walked in the door, and tha’s the first thing I get is a demand?”

“Okay? And I just dealt with all four of your babies all day today. Ezra refused to be put down for more than five minutes straight,” She tries to bite down the smile, she shouldn’t find it funny when her husband’s bent out of shape.

That makes him melt a bit though, voice soften minutely, “Were the babies good today?”

“I’ll tell you about it after you rub my back.”

Harry grumbles, kicking off his trainers with a irritated edge, and heavy-footed as he makes his way to the couch.

“Take off the blanket and move on y’belly then,” He mutters, eyes boring into hers without reflecting the amusement that she has - if he was in a better mood he would have helped her along.

When she slips off the blanket and quickly moves on her stomach, burying her face in her arms when she hears him sucks in a breath.

“Wha’ are y’naked?” Harry demands, obviously trying to stay irritated because he deserved it for having such a shitty game.

YN makes sure her voice sounds airy and coy, “Just got hot is all.”

“S’fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” He rebukes but sits on the side of the couch with only a little room on the edge - his large hand coming to massage at her back muscles.

“Mmm,” She agrees noncommittally, feeling Harry’s hand wander curiously, further down her back to the lower curve before her bum.

“Y’trying to cheer m’up with sex,” Harry accuses, bent out of shape because he just wants to sulk in his poor performance but also he has the most beautiful woman in the world in front of him - bare and wet for him.

“I didn’t offer sex,” YN smirks, her husband falls into her to tricks every fucking time, no matter how much of bad mood he’s in.

Harry’s voice gets lower, more dangerous and gravely, “No? Just flashin’ y’ass at me for fun now? Decided for absolutely no reason to be waiting for m’to come home naked?”

“No reason at all,” She agrees, excitement building when his gentle massage turns rougher, hands kneading a little deeper into her muscles.

He shakes his head, eyes glued onto her backside where her cheeks are round and hiding what he really wants to see, “So if I dip m’fingers down between y’pretty thighs, your cunt won’t be soaking f’me?”

Harry’s skin prickles when his wife lets out a feathery, delicate moan at his words, he’s desperately trying to hold onto all of his negative feelings but he’s struggling because of the beauty that’s squirmy underneath him.

“Dry as the Sahara.”

It makes Harry finally break a little, letting out a belly laugh, and smacking her bum hard enough to make her squeak in delight.

His fingers travel down between her puffy folds, slipping into the heavenly heat of her where she is soaking his fingers.

In a filthy move, he pulls them back up and rubs them on his wife’s lips, “If y’not wet than what’s on y’lips, darlin’?”

Harry’s cock twitches when she lets out a quiet whine, pink tongue tracing her bottom lip before she laps at her husband’s thick fingers.

“Fuck,” He grunts, pressing down on her tongue,“Y’gonna let m’hit it from behind?”

When she can speak, she shakes her head, “No, want it on m’back.”

“Spoiled thing,” He murmurs, giving her one more smack before helping her flip back over, “Supposed t’be all about me, not you.”

YN’s eyes are sparkling, hand coming to tug lightly at his locks and pull him down into a kiss, her other hand wriggling his shorts down.

“All I had to do was take m’clothes off, didn’t even have to ask for it,” She giggles sweetly, teasingly, “Doesn’t matter what mood you’re in, always want to give it to me.”

“Best I’ve ever had, mama,” Harry replies against her lips, mumbled a bit as she grips him and leads him right to where she needs him most.

“Only one you ever had, only one you ever will have,” YN remarks confidently before throwing her head back when he bottoms out.

“Y’so fuckin’ hot when you’re possessive. You already know y’own me, darling. I bought you this big ole’ house, got four of m’babies sleepin’ upstairs, and got y’under me every night. I’m fucking yours. I have been since we met.”

“Harder, H,” She demands, nails digging into his strong shoulders as he fucks into her at a steady pace.

“Be quiet, let m’do it how I want,” He chides, keeping a slow but hard rhythm as he ducks down the suck at the hard peaks of her breasts before grazing them with his teeth.

“Do it how I want,” YN moans with an arrogant tone, it just drops with how confident she is that her husband is whipped for her. (He is).

But he’s already in a less than great mood so it has him flipping her, putting her onto all four as he wants, and slamming back in.

“We’re gonna do it ‘ow I want it,” He grunts in her ear, his hand gripping her cheek roughly enough to dimple and his other wrapping in her messy hair, “Y’absolutely soakin’ me, pet.”

“Oooh, fuck!” YN hisses but it doesn’t sound like a normal moan from her - Harry knows every sound his wife is able to make.

“Mama? Y’alright?” Harry checks, slowing down but not completely losing momentum as he loosens his grip on her hair.

“Cramp, I’m cramping. Want it on m’back,” YN whines, trying to shake out her leg and Harry obliges, helping her back down to their original position.

Again, Harry isn’t stupid.

As soon as she is back where she’s moaning lowly and with an airy hitch as she goes to pinch at one of her nipples.

“Y’such a spoiled brat,” Harry shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’didnt have a leg cramp, y’just wanted to be a pillow princess.”

“Lies,” YN giggles, eyes bright and happy as she peers up at her husband who is looking down a her like she hung the fucking moon and stars.

No one would ever be able to convince him that she didn’t.

“M’the one who had the shit day. I’ve just spoiled you so fuckin’ rotten tha’ y’just a desperate slut,” He laughs meanly but it sends a full body zip of electricity through his wife and he knows it.

“Harry,” She chokes out, gripping his biceps hard.

“Hands to yourself,” He snaps, taking her hands and pinning them above her head with just one of his hands.

The other comes down and lands a smack right on her puffy folds, once..twice…three times before YN is coming on him.

“Easy f’me,” Harry hums with satisfaction, leaning down to kiss her moans quiet as he fucks in hard a handful on times before he’s filling her up, “There y’go, hm? Marking y’up as mine, all full of me.”

“Yeah, baby,” YN agrees dazed, dated as he comes to a halt as he softens and pulls out - wiping her down with his shirt as she whines, “Sensitive.”

“M’sorry, mama,” Her husband apologizes, trying to be careful around her nerves.

After, they lay on the couch - talking about their day until Briar’s monitor lights up from the side table with high pitched cries.

“Mama, mama, daddy,” The thirteen month old sobs as she sits up in her crib - unable to find her binky in the dark.

“I’ll go get the bub,” Harry offers, sitting up and tugging his briefs and shorts back on.

“Okay, she missed you a lot today. I’m going to go shower.”

-

When Harry steps into the room, Briar is looking expectantly at the door and her eyes widen when she spots her father.

“Daddy, dadada,” She babbles happily, standing up to clutch the railing of her crib with anticipation.

“Oh, there’s m’lil mama. Hi darling,” Harry coos softly, gathering her up into his arms and taking a step over to the rocking chair.

He pops her pacifier back between her lips and she looks up at him with heavy-lids, it doesn’t take long before her blinks get longer until her eyes shut close.

Harry doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an amazing life but he was sure fucking grateful.

#mlbrry #mlb!harry #mlb!harry blurbs #mlb!harry masterlist #mlb!verse #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles masterlist #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #file #harry styles smut #harry styles husband #husband!harry #dad harry styles #dad!harry #harry styles writing request #erodasfishtacos masterlist #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #harry styles love on tour

[jungshookz]

maybe, she can drive his car; mechanic!yoongi

➺ pairing; mechanic!yoongi x spoiledbrat!y/n

➺ genre; mechanic!yoongiverse!! sfw!! honk honk humour!! some suggestive behaviour because this is mechanic!yoongi and his y/n we're talking about!! the green-eyed monster inside of y/n is awoken after being dormant for so long and she's ready to bite some heads off

➺ wordcount; 11.6k

➺ summary; yoongi's ex is back in town for a visit and you'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of a) how knowledgeable she is about stupid cars and b) how well she gets along with literally everyone.

➺ what to expect; "right, about that- i know i was supposed to come over for dinner tonight but- listen, i don't know what lisa did but obviously she's got a lot of connections now and the shop has literally never been this busy before... you understand, don't you?"

➺ currently spinning on the record player; mustang sally (originally by wilson pickett, covered by andrew strong)

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

»»————- 🛠️ ————-««

namjoon usually doesn't pay too much attention to you whenever you're hanging out at the workshop with everyone because of how often you're here, but there's something about the way you're acting today that even he has to admit is oddly very...

cute?

and it's not that you're not cute all the time (because you totally are!!) but it's just that the version of you today in particular is suddenly making him want to go off and find a y/n of his own

"whatcha doing?"

namjoon jolts in surprise when a grimy hand suddenly burrows itself into the warm bag of freshly-popped popcorn that he has cradled to his chest and he scowls before turning his body away slightly

"hey, you're contaminating the popcorn, man-" he huffs, quickly grabbing the mega-sized pack of hand wipes from the desk before plopping it down on the countertop for jungkook, "at least have the decency to wipe your hands before digging into my popcorn- also, i'm watching. duh."

"watching?" jungkook frowns as he sloppily wipes his hands on the front of his shirt, turning to look out the open door, "watching what?"

"yoongi and y/n." namjoon hums, popping a couple of kernels into his mouth with a crunch, "she's been following him around like a little duckling all day."

"mm." jungkook props an elbow up on the counter as he looks towards the two of you before clicking his tongue, "...he must've really given it to her good last night if she's acting like that-"

"okay, now you've ruined the moment-" namjoon frowns, his shoulders dropping slightly before he gestures to you guys, "it's sweet! this is obviously a wholesome thing-"

"call it what you want, but all i'm trying to say is that good sex makes you do crazy things-" jungkook snorts before aggressively shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth, "cravy phings."

"i'd like to argue that good sex forms a strong emotional bond which explains why there are cartoon hearts currently floating around y/n's head-" namjoon perks up when he notices the way your eyes light up at something yoongi says, "look at her! look at the way she's looking at him!"

"oh, please." jungkook tuts, "that dopey look on her face is telling me that the only thing on her mind is yoongi bending her over the hood of that car and just ramming-"

"namjoon and jungkook are arguing again." you point out, turning to look towards the office just in time to see namjoon throw a handful of popcorn at jungkook only for him to open his mouth and chomp wildly at the air to get some into his mouth

"jungkook probably said something stupid, as per usual." yoongi snorts, leaning over to lock the hood of the car into place before pulling away and taking a look at the situation, "now, let's see what we have going on here..."

when namjoon told him that this was a brake master cylinder repair he immediately felt all the excitement leave his body

he hates doing brake master cylinder repairs

all the parts are so small and the handiwork is super tedious anD the last time he did one of these he took like four hours to get it done

overall it's a pretty boring repair job and as much as he wants to pass it off to one of the others to do, he knows that he's the most skilled with the internal mechanics of a car compared to everyone else which he usually likes to brag about but today he wishes that that wasn't the case

"so what do you have to do?" you frown, stepping over so that you're standing by the side of the car and you're not in yoongi's way, "all the thingies look fine to me."

"well, i actually need to replace the brake master cylinder thingy." yoongi teases, smiling lightly as he points at some kind of container, "there's a leak in the seals, which is pretty common since they wear out after a few years. it should be an easy fix! it'll just take a while, that's all."

luckily, taehyung already took care of the messy part and emptied the fluid from the reservoir for him so now it's time to start the actual repair process

"so does beeper have one of these cylinders in him?" you ask, tilting your head in curiosity

you've never actually taken a look at beeper's under the hood situation before so you wouldn't know

(it feels like he's all naked and exposed whenever yoongi lifts his hood up and you just want to give beeper some privacy, that's all.)

"if beeper didn't have one of these cylinders in him, you wouldn't be able to brake, silly." yoongi snorts, reaching down to unclip the sensor from the reservoir, "see, when you push down on the brake, it pushes a piston through the cylinder and forces hydraulic fluid through the brake lines, which goes to the slave cylinders of each wheel, and then-" he pauses when he notices you've gone all quiet and he turns to see you staring directly at him with a dopey little smile on your face "-what? what'd i say?"

"i like it when you talk shop to me." you giggle quietly, "i mean, i don't understand 98% of the words that come out of your mouth when you do, but i still like it a lot-"

"yeah?" yoongi teases, taking a hand off the edge of the car so he can gesture for you to come closer (and you do, obviously), "you like it when i talk to you about... hm, i don't know..." he feigns cluelessness as he stands up to slink an arm around your waist and bring you towards him while your arms automatically hang loosely around his neck, "how the rubbing of the brake pad against the brake disc generates friction..." he lowers his voice as he sits lightly on the edge of the car and gives your hips a squeeze

"mm, tell me more..." you play along, letting yoongi pull you closer so that you're settled nicely in between his legs

"i don't know, maybe i should save all the good stuff for the bedroom..."

you resist the urge to immediately start whining when you lean in only for yoongi to dodge your kiss, "hey, i like you in these baggy overalls, by the way." he suddenly changes the subject and you feel your cheeks flush when both his hands slide in through the gaps until he's able to grip your bum, "big, big fan of them-"

"you- namjoon and jungkook are right there-" you gawk, "at least have the decency to turn me around so they don't see you fully groping me-"

"they can always just close their eyes or something-"

"okay, you two, break it up-!" you hear namjoon's claps echoing from the office as he tries to get your attention and you immediately turn to look at him with a grin, "god, it's like you sick freaks want to rub it in our faces-"

"okay, i have to get to work so why don't you go and hang out with namjoon in the office?" yoongi stands up, being careful not to hit the top of his head on the hood, "he'll let you play chess on the computer if you ask nicely."

"i thought i was helping you out today!" you frown, grabbing onto his hand before waving it back and forth, "you said i did a good job handing you the tools and stuff. i'm getting better at not mixing all the different types of screwdrivers up!"

yoongi can't help but laugh at how needy you're being and he reaches up with his free hand to adjust his bandana

"i know you wanna help, but i promise you there's nothing exciting about repairing a master cylinder." he hums, reaching up to pinch your cheek playfully, "plus, don't you still have a huge research paper to work on?"

"yeah, but i'd much rather hang out with you..." you pout, yoongi cooing before leaning in to give your pushed-out bottom lip a little kiss

"we can hang out when we're both done with work."

"okay..." you purse your lips before letting go of his hand, "it's your loss. i'm a fantastic helper."

"mhm, you certainly are-" yoongi spins you around before pushing his palm against your lower back to get you to move, "now go and bug namjoon!"

you turn back to glance at yoongi one last time and he sweeps his hands at you to tell you to gO

fine!

it was getting hot in the garage anyway and namjoon always has the aircon blasting in the office

"sorry! only sad, single people are allowed in this area-" namjoon jokes as soon as you step in, gesturing to the office space with a grin, "leave or i'll have security escort you out."

"oh, stop it." you giggle, folding your arms up on the counter and leaning forward, "i keep telling you i'd be more than happy to set you up with one of my friends!!"

"i know, and that's very nice of you to offer, but i just want to find someone organically, you know?" namjoon sighs, leaning back against his chair before looking up at the ceiling wistfully, "being set up with someone doesn't feel like a natural process."

"namjoon thinks he's the main character of a shitty netflix romantic comedy." jungkook mutters, the two of you exchanging low giggles with each other

"well, if no one comes into your life organically you can always let me know and i'll- woah-" you jump in surprise when the sound of a roaring engine suddenly shatters the peaceful atmosphere and you turn around just in time to see a sleek car veering into the shop

you wince and raise a hand to shield your eyes from the bright headlights and you don't get a chance to make the first comment because jungkook beats you to it

(for the record, you were going to talk about how dramatic of an entrance whatever that was)

"oh my god. that is the sexiest car i've ever seen in my entire life." he breathes out, stepping away from the counter so he can stand by the door and get a closer look, "a 1965 mustang. nice."

"fun fact: i was actually thinking about getting a vintage mustang! i wanted an olive green one because i could've named her 'olive' which is super cute-" you nod enthusiastically, looking back and forth between namjoon and jungkook only for them to.,., completely ignore you and continue staring at the glossy mustang sitting out front

"okay, you guys, it's just a car-" you roll your eyes and let out a little snort of disbelief, "this isn't going to change your life or anything-"

a high-heel clad foot steps out of the car and onto the pavement and you immediately recognize the classic red-bottom louboutins

you actually own a pair of them as well but you rarely wear them out because you're always paranoid that you're going to topple over and snap an ankle and that would be completely mortifying

they're six inches tall!!!!

for the record, they look very nice sitting (collecting dust) on your shelf but now you're starting to think that it might be a good idea to wear them out again because this stranger makes it look like walking in them is easy breezy beautiful

"holy shit. is that lisa?" namjoon murmurs, reaching up to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "oh, wow. she..."

"i don't remember her looking like that the last time we saw her." jungkook whistles lowly, "hello, miss manoban."

"lisa- who's lisa?" you frown, tilting your head in curiosity as you watch this mysterious lisa toss her oversized sunglasses into the front seat of the car before slamming the door shut

"uh, she's just one of yoongi's exes- she actually used to work here but-" namjoon reaches over the counter so he can nudge you aside gently to get a better look, "when did she get a vintage mustang?!"

lisa leans down to look at herself in the side mirror, smearing some red lipstick over her pillowy bottom lip before rubbing her lips together and nodding satisfactorily

"guess her car-wrapping business really took off." jungkook hums, his eyes glued to the car

she seems to be moving in slow motion as she takes her hair down and shakes her head back and forth, the three of you tilting your heads at the same time as you watch her in awe

"car-wrapping?" you ask curiously, "she must spend a fortune on wrapping paper and giant bows-"

"no, obviously it's not actual wrapping- like-" jungkook huffs and you resist the urge to bop him over the head at how snappy he's being with you when he already knows you're clueless when it comes to this kind of stuff, "okay, you know how you said that if you ever got a g-wagon for yourself one day that you wanted to make it baby blue just like beeper and also matte? lisa could do that for you."

"oh! in that case, it might be nice to get a business card from her or something-" you make a mental note before shaking your head and turning back around to face namjoon, "hey, so, super casual, can we round back to the whole 'yoongi's ex' thing real quickly because i-"

"yoohoo, boys!" lisa whistles, grinning excitedly when she's suddenly joined by everyone outside one by one, "what, no one thought to roll out the red carpet for me?"

"c'mon, namjoon! let's go say hi to lisa and her vintage 'stang!!" jungkook grins, gesturing for namjoon to hurry before he's darting out the door, "lisa, hey!"

"yeah, okay!!" namjoon gets up from his seat so quickly that he sends his chair rolling back and smacking against the file cabinets, "oh, y/n-! if anyone calls, just send them straight to voicemail-"

"but i-" you don't get a chance to say anything before namjoon's brushing past you and dashing out the door as well

you don't know too much about lisa but obviously she's a pretty big deal around here

it'd probably be good for you to go and introduce yourself instead of awkwardly hanging out in the office by yourself

"hello, lisa. it's very nice to meet you. firm handshake." you mutter to yourself as you step out of the office and head towards the bustling group of boys, "hey, lisa! so great to meet you. firm handshake. hi, girlie-! nope, don't like that one-"

"-in town for business so i thought it'd be nice to swing by and visit my boys." you manage to catch the end of lisa's sentences as you join the boys, trying not to make any sudden movements to catch her attention

"you should've texted one of us or something!" namjoon pulls his phone out of his back pocket, "we could've ordered a pizza for lunch-"

you reach over to give the back of yoongi's jumpsuit a little tug just to get his attention and he glances over his shoulder at you before offering you a teasing smile and reaching back to wiggle his fingers against your stomach

you giggle lightly before swatting his hand away and he turns back to look at lisa

"well, i wanted to surprise you guys!" lisa chirps, tucking her clutch underneath her armpit before clapping her hands together, "i see nothing's changed around here... except for..." you feel your heart drop when she suddenly leans over and looks directly at you, "hello! i don't think we've ever met."

"oh, shoot- sorry, i should've introduced you sooner-" yoongi steps aside so that he isn't blocking you, "lisa, this is y/n! y/n, this is lisa." he smiles, gesturing towards lisa, "my girlfriend." he pauses and quickly shakes his head at his little flub-up, "i mean- lisa, this is y/n, my girlfriend-"

"he's definitely gonna pay for that later." jimin mutters, jungkook snickering before nudging at his side to get him to shut up

"it's super nice to meet you, y/n!" lisa doesn't acknowledge yoongi's error and she steps forward to get closer to you

she's practically towering over you but it's really just because of the stilettos

she turns her head to look at the boys and a second of silence goes by before they realize what she's asking of them and they all scatter in different directions

you give yoongi a look that basically screams S.O.S. and you resist the urge to burst into tears when he gives you a cheery thumbs up in return and trots off to go and do something else

okay

you'll be fine

you have nothing to be nervous about!

this is just yoongi's very hot ex who looks like a million bucks while you'e currently dressed like a giant toddler

it doesn't help that you're wearing what's commonly known as a 'baby tee' under these overalls

"you- yeah, you too-" you chuckle uneasily, giving her a weak handshake before pulling away with a smile, "i'm sorry, i'm a little underdressed-" you pause to gesture to the grubby overalls you have on, "i promise i look better than this most of the time..."

"oh, don't be silly. i just grabbed the first outfit i saw out of my suitcase and threw it on-" she sighs, reaching up to pick some lint off her blazer that you're pretty sure you saw in the most recent YSL spring catalog (in fact, you're pretty sure it's on your to-buy list), "so, what do you do?"

"me? i- uh, well, nothing, at the moment- i'm still studying for my undergraduate degree, so..." you shrug sheepishly, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck

for some reason you can't seem to maintain eye contact with her for more than three seconds at a time

"oh! you're still in school?"

"yeah, i- well, i'm graduating this year, so i'm almost out of school if you think about it that way- but yes. yes, i... am currently a university student, so that's what i'm doing."

"mm, cute! what are you studying?"

"history! i'm a history major and a marine biology minor." you nod, "so... the cold war and... like, sharks. something like that."

"ah, very cool."

to be honest you're not entirely sure if lisa's being sincere or not but you'll take the compliment either way

you can tell she's trying to scope you out - which is fair, because this is the first time you two are meeting and you're currently involved with someone she used to be involved with

"i'm sorry. i'm probably, like, freaking you out right now, aren't i?" lisa snorts, reaching out and placing her hand on your forearm for a split second, "i promise i'm just genuinely curious and i'm not trying to, like, interrogate you or anything. it's super nice to meet you! and honestly- i love the overalls. the little knee patches are adorable."

"oh, thank you..." you smile nervously, reaching down to glance at the mismatched patches of fabric sewn onto the knees of your overalls, "yoongi actually sewed 'em on for me! i usually wear this whenever i'm here because i'm okay with getting it dirty- i, um, i like your blazer! and your heels. and your purse- a chanel clutch is a classic!"

"ooh, someone has an eye for fashion..." lisa winks, raising her clutch and waving it slightly, "maybe after i'm done talking business with yoongi we can talk about gucci's new multicolour line-"

"oh, i have so many thoughts on gucci's new multicolour line!" you gasp, suddenly reignited with a spurt of energy, "honestly the colour scheme is very stabilo highlighters to me but we can talk about it later- i'll just be hanging out in the office, so you can find me there whenever you're ready-"

"perfect!" lisa gives you a thumbs up before pointing over to where yoongi is, "if you'll excuse me, i have to go and talk about boring things with yoongi-"

"mhm!" you watch with a smile as lisa click-clacks off towards yoongi before you spin around on your heels, giving yourself a mental pat on the back for how well you handled that interaction

lisa's actually nicer than you thought she'd be!

obviously the saying don't judge a book by its cover is very applicable here

"so... what'd you think of lisa?" namjoon joins your side before nudging you gently, "she's nice, right?"

"i like her! she seems really cool." you nod enthusiastically, pausing to glance over your shoulder to look at her from behind, "i need to ask her for tips on walking in those louboutins and how not to fall over."

"you know, i must say i'm pleasantly surprised at how you're handling this." namjoon snorts, holding back for a second to let you into the office first before he steps in behind you, "colour me impressed!"

"thank you!" you reach over to pull the lollipop jar towards you before suddenly pausing and looking back over at namjoon with a frown, "hold on a sec, what's that supposed to mean?"

"hm? oh, it's nothing." namjoon scrunches his nose, dismissing you with a flick of his wrist as he takes his seat behind the counter, "i just know that if i was in your shoes and my significant other's very attractive and very successful ex came back i would be a little antsy about it-" namjoon glances up from the computer and his eyes widen in panic when he notices that your eyes have widened in panic, "i- i mean- not that you're not very attractive and very successful- what i'm trying to say is that you have nothing to worry- you and yoongi seem like a very stable couple so-"

"do you think maybe you could tell me a bit about yoongi and lisa?" you interrupt his spiral and you feel yourself starting to get a little fidgety, "because i- i actually don't know anything about that situation-"

namjoon has a point, now that you think about it

lisa is very successful and very attractive and can walk in high heels very elegantly

and what about you?

yesterday you submitted a paper one minute before the deadline because of how much procrastinating you had done

and you haven't worn heels in forever because they just hurt so much

but lisa wouldn't complain about her feet hurting in high heels

lisa could have a hundred blisters and still walk into the room with a beautiful, red-lipped smile

"has he never told you about her?" namjoon frowns, "i feel like every couple should at least have one conversation about their past relationships."

"i think he tried to one time, but i- i dunno, you can't blame me for not wanting to sit there and listen to yoongi talking about all the girls he's been with, so i just changed the subject..." you mutter, pushing the jar away from you after pulling a strawberry lollipop out, "kind of regretting that decision now."

it's not like you have a reason to be insecure or anything, right?

your relationship with yoongi is very solid and there are certainly no trust issues or communication issues or anything of the sort

...

but he is your first boyfriend...,., and this is your first serious relationship which means you've had no prior experiences to learn from which means you're just going with the flow most of the time.,., so is it possible that you're being a little naïve right now?

"still, i don't think me telling you all the details of their relationship is a good idea because i feel like this is a conversation you should be having with yoongi-" namjoon chuckles nervously, leaning back against his chair before tucking a pencil behind his ear, "sorry, kiddo. i'm not trying to stir the pot here."

"i- oh, c'mon, joon- what's it gonna take, huh?" you reach into the front pocket of your overalls before subtly flashing a folded up hundred dollar bill, pursing your lips slightly as your eyes flicker back and forth between namjoon and your chest-money, "hm??"

"first of all, it's very concerning to me that you stash loose cash in your pocket like that. second of all, are you really trying to bribe me into telling you about yoongi and lisa?" namjoon asks incredulously

"what?! no!" you scoff, tucking the bill back into your pocket before pausing and raising an eyebrow, "...is it working?"

"no! in fact, i find it offensive that you think i'd be so easily swayed-"

"the next time i bring sushi for lunch, i'll get you your own mango shrimp tempura roll." you offer, namjoon staring at you blankly before he suddenly springs into action

"so, they used to sleep together, obviously." he clears his throat, "when lisa started working here, i kind of expected her to get involved with one of us and unsurprisingly it was yoongi, because... well, it's yoongi- i'm pretty sure it was a friends with benefits kind of thing because i remember asking him about it and he said they didn't want to put a label on it? and then at one point jimin asked lisa about it because all of us were super curious and she called it a 'situationship'... which, personally, i think is a pretty cheesy label- i dunno, they'd go out to dinners sometimes and occasionally they'd come into work together in the morning because- well, you know- uh, they were in this 'situationship' for... maybe, like, eight months? and then lisa got an opportunity to work elsewhere and she took it and they decided to call it off and fast forward to now... here we are!" namjoon claps his hands together before pressing his palm over his heart, "and i promise you that's all the information i have- well, maybe this piece of information might be useful to you: they were, like, super horny for each other all the time. like, almost outrageously horny, which i think is one of the downfalls of the relationship because you can't base a solid relationship off of animalistic sex, right? ooh, there was one time i caught them in yoongi's office and lisa was-"

"okay, i think that's enough-!" you hold a hand out to shut namjoon up and he shrugs before leaning back against his chair, "more than enough, actually-"

you weren't expecting to learn about the raw, animalistic sex yoongi had with lisa, but then again, you weren't expecting to even meet lisa at all

oh, god

should you be nervous??

you shouldn't be nervous, right??

...yeah, you're being ridiculous!

yoongi has been with other girls before and that shouldn't bother you because you didn't exist then

this has nothing to do with you!

so what if he bent her over the office table and-

okay, maybe it's time to stop thinking about this because the point is: you're fine. don't worry. everything is normal. yoongi is your boyfriend. lisa is his ex. everything is great!

"by the way, i want you to know that you honestly have nothing to worry about." namjoon suddenly chimes in as if he can read your mind, "lisa was yoongi's past but you are his present and most likely his future as well, so- seriously, don't even worry about it."

"yeah, you're right. it'd be silly of me to be upset about yoongi being with someone else when i wasn't even in the picture yet." you snort, reaching up to smack your own forehead gently, "okay! i'm feeling a little better. it would've been nice to not be informed about how horny they were for each other, but thank you for that detail-"

"yo, where are the snap ring pliers from my toolbox?" you turn just in time to see yoongi pop his head in, "i can't find them anywhere... i swear to god, everyone keeps borrowing my tools and 'forgetting' to put them back-" he rolls his eyes before looking over at you with a smile, "hi, baby-"

"hi yoongi-" you giggle, all your doubts and insecurities immediately fluttering away

see? nothing to worry about!

phEw

it feels like a weight's been lifted off your shoulders

"i think hoseok might've been using them earlier this morning." namjoon hums, "what do you need them for?"

"oh, lisa offered to help me out with the master cylinder repair and she needs 'em." yoongi points back over his shoulder, "you know how great she is with her hands-"

"woah, i thought-" your voice cracks slightly and you clear your throat, "i thought, uh- you were working on it yourself? like, i thought you didn't need any help and that's why i'm in here-"

"oh, i don't, but- well, lisa's good with fine-tuning so i might as well take advantage of her expertise while she's here." yoongi snorts before looking back over at namjoon, "you said hoseok had them?"

"yep!"

you bite down on your tongue to keep yourself from commenting any further

it's fine!

as we've already established, you have nothing to worry about.

...right?

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"and... voilà!" you smile satisfactorily to yourself after you set the scented candle down on the coffee table

the living room is going to smell like warm brown sugar and cinnamon in a few minutes and you can't wait

this is yoongi's favourite candle so you hope he'll be excited about that when he gets here :'))

you've been preparing the apartment for his arrival and lighting the candle was one of the last things on your to-do list

you still have to order dinner for tonight and you've always been awful at making decisions so you figured it'd be best to let yoongi choose instead

you haven't seen him for about a week and a half because of finals (and, being perfectly honest, you were the one who implemented this distancing rule in the first place because you know you won't be able to focus on studying when yoongi's in the apartment with you) so you're pretty pumped for tonight!!

you hum to yourself as you click on yoongi's phone number in your contacts, flopping back on the couch with a fwump! while your legs swing lazily over the arm

"hello?"

the phone picks up after a couple of rings and it takes you a second to realize that the voice on the other end certainly does not belong to your boyfriend

"he-" you pause, pulling your phone away from your ear and frowning at the unfamiliar voice before bringing it back, "um, hello?"

"hi! who's this?"

"who's this?" you point to yourself before scoffing lightly, "what do you mean who- who's this?"

"oh- oh, y/n! hey, it's lisa!" lisa greets enthusiastically and you relax a little knowing that it's just lisa, "sorry, i didn't look at the contact name before picking up- what's up?"

"well, i-" you pause again to recollect your thoughts, "um, sorry, i guess i was just expecting yoongi to pick up his own phone so i'm a little lost right now-"

"oh my gosh, don't even worry about it! yoongi's hands are super gross right now so i offered to take his call for him which is why i picked up the phone. is there something you wanted me to pass along to him?"

"yeah, you could pass his phone right along to him-" you joke before reminding yourself to keep the unnecessary cattiness to a minimum, "yeah, um- can you ask him what time he's coming over? so that i know what time to order our food and stuff? i want the food to still be nice and hot by the time he gets here, so i just need a time from him, that's all-"

"yeah, about that... i actually don't think yoongi's going to make it for dinner."

"i-" you frown, pushing yourself up so that you're leaning back against an elbow, "what? why not?"

"the thing is, i hooked him up with a bunch of clients so the poor thing's been working like a dog all day and it looks like he's going to be stuck here for a while... if you're worried about him skipping dinner, i can totally go and get some food for him if you want! there's this sandwich place a block away and i know what he likes-"

your eyes widen slightly at how... happy? lisa sounds about the fact that yoongi potentially won't be joining you for dinner and you nod to yourself as you clench your jaw

"that's- that's very kind of you, lisa-" your voice is a little pitchier than usual at this point and you clear your throat obnoxiously, "i'm sorry, i just really have to talk to yoongi for a second so if you could just, like, hold the phone up to his ear that would be okay too-"

"okay! gimme a sec." there's a bit of shuffling on the other end and you press your lips together as you wait (im)patiently, "yoongs! it's y/n... dinner... hot food... her place... clients... pretty busy tonight..."

and she even has a nickname for him

that's just downright adorable, isn't it?

"god, just give him the damn phone." you mutter under your breath, raising your other hand to inspect your cuticles as you lie back down on the couch

hm

you should probably schedule another manicure soon

"-it's okay, i can hold the phone myself- y/n?" you perk up when you hear yoongi on the other end and you can't help but kick your legs in excitement

you can't help it!!!

you haven't heard his voice in a whole week and a half!!!

"greetings, yoongs." you tease, "what time are you going to be here?" you bypass lisa's whole monologue about yoongi probably not being able to come over tonight in hopes that she'll be wrong about him ditching you to continue working, "i wanna order the food so it'll get here a little before you arrive. also, i haven't chosen what we're going to eat tonight so you're going to have to choose for us-"

"right, about that-" yoongi clears his throat, "i know i was supposed to come over for dinner tonight but- listen, i don't know what lisa did but obviously she's got a lot of connections now and the shop has literally never been this busy before..." he pauses and you hear the sound of loud clanging in the background, "you understand, don't you?"

it takes you a couple of seconds to process the fact that yoongi really won't be coming over tonight and you puff your cheeks out to keep yourself from immediately whining in protest

to say the least, you are.,.,,. very disappointed,.., but!! it won't be the end of the world, right?

you hate that lisa was right, but that's a conversation you can have with yourself another time

and if yoongi won't be here, that means you can hog all the garlic cheesy bread to yourself so maybe this is a blessing in disguise >:-)

"no, yeah, i- yeah, get it!" you nod, "i love that business is booming, i just don't love that you didn't text me or call me earlier to let me know you weren't going to come over tonight," you frown, turning your head to look at the flickering candle, "a heads up would've been nice, that's all..."

"i asked lisa to text you earlier when my hands were full... sorry, she must've forgot..."

"oh. yeah, i guess it could've slipped her mind." you respond dryly, "it would've taken, like, five seconds to text me-"

"okay, i-" you hear yoongi let out a small sigh before he speaks up again, "i'm sorry, baby, i really am- do you- i can come over now if you want me t-"

"no, it's okay! i'm sorry, i'm just-" you shake your head quickly before chuckling uneasily, "i just haven't seen you in a while so i miss you, that's all- but i'll let you get back to work now and i'll see you later?"

"yes! you are the best, you really are- look, i promise i'll be all yours as soon as i-"

"yoongi! these tires aren't going to change themselves, silly-"

"oh, c'mon-" you grumble, your teeth grinding slightly at the interruption of lisa's peppy voice in the background

"uh- yeah, in a sec-! i gotta go, doll- i'll call you later-"

"okay, b-" you don't get a chance to even say goodbye before the line goes dead and the only thing you can hear is an obnoxious beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep- "-ye."

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one of your goals for the new year was to try your best to not hold a grudge

admittedly, holding grudges is one of your specialties so it's been a little bit difficult but you think you've been doing an okay job so far!

like that time jungkook accidentally drowned you with dirty car water because he didn't see you and also he had headphones on so he couldn't hear you

you were ready to strangle him right then and there but you just took a deep breath and reminded yourself that *~deep-cleaning services exist~*

and sure, you were a little upset that yoongi couldn't make it for dinner the other night and that the two of you haven't really had a chance to have a moment alone because of how swamped he's been with work, but... well, the past is in the past and challenges like this are good for your personal growth!

plus, it's the start of a new week so you're just going to focus on the present

you try your best to keep your footsteps as quiet as possible as you approach a preoccupied yoongi from behind

he's currently sorting out all the things to do on his giant whiteboard (you bought this for the boys because you thought it'd be a good way to organize all their tasks and unsurprisingly, namjoon was the most excited about it)

"guess who?" you hold your hands over yoongi's eyes with a giddy smile and he immediately spins around to face you

"hey, what are you doing here?" yoongi asks, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before pulling away to check the time on his watch, "aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"

"my history seminar was cancelled because my professor had some kind of an emergency so i thought i'd come and have lunch with you guys!" you hum, reaching over to fix the thin silver chain hanging around yoongi's neck, "i was going to pick the food up before coming here but i didn't want to just choose for everyone so i thought it'd be better to get everyone's orders first-"

"oh, you don't have to do that, baby-" yoongi shakes his head, capping the marker and dropping it back into the wire holder, "lisa actually offered to treat us to lunch- apparently there's some bagel place that has, like, a hundred different fillings-"

"lisa's here?" you interrupt, suddenly straightening your back before looking around quickly, "i... was not aware that lisa was... still here! i thought she was only here for a little while-"

"mm, she ended up extending her stay! one of her clients pushed their appointment to thursday so she came over to help out for the day."

"oh, cool." you nod, pressing your lips together as you take a second to sort through your thoughts

your nose scrunches slightly as you weigh the pros and cons of saying what you're about to say to yoongi

...

it won't kill you to ask, right?

"hey, i don't wanna, um-" you pause, "you know, i don't wanna... be that girlfriend, but... do you think that there's a slight possibility that lisa might still have feelings for you?"

a moment of silence goes by before yoongi practically barks out a laugh of disbelief

"what? lisa? no, no- that- no, don't be ridiculous." he snorts, shaking his head before turning back around to face the whiteboard, "lisa most certainly does not still have feelings for me- and, by the way, she was the one who broke things off with me, so if anything, i should be the one who still has feelings for-" he stops himself midway and presses his lips together before turning to glance at you over his shoulder, "you know, i'm hearing the words coming out of my mouth and i... am going to shut up now."

"mm, good choice." you raise a brow before shrugging, "alright, well, i just- you know, it's a possibility but if you say that lisa doesn't still have feelings for you, then i believe you-"

"alright, boys! it's chow time!"

you turn your head to see lisa waltzing into the shop carrying two large paper bags and the rest of the boys immediately rush over to her like moths to a flame

she brought bagels for lunch?

you're not trying to be biased or anything sandwiches are easier to eat, in your personal opinion

you basically have to unhinge your jaw to get a good bite of a bagel

"y/n!" lisa looks more than surprised at your presence when you and yoongi walk over the join the group, "i wasn't aware you were going to be here today- yoongi told me that you had class so i-" she pauses to set the bags down on the table, "oh my goodness, i am so sorry but i really didn't know you'd be joining us for lunch... yoongi, you could've texted me or something-"

"she just got here!" yoongi shrugs as he takes a seat at the table, "don't pin this on me-"

"ah, i probably look like such a jerk right now..." lisa winces, scratching the back of her head before reaching down to grab a bagel out of one of the paper bags, "here! you can take my bagel-"

"no, no, it's alright!" you hold your hands out before shaking them, "don't be silly, you don't have to do that- it's very nice of you to offer but i- it's alright, you go ahead and enjoy yourself!"

"oh, stop- take the bagel, y/n." lisa scoffs playfully, practically shoving the bagel into your arms before rummaging through the bags again, "i'll just share a bagel with yoongi! you don't mind, right, yoongs?"

"yeah, i had a snack earlier so i'm not, like, starving or anything-" yoongi nods, "what kind of filling is it?"

"this one is..." lisa pauses to look at the sticker on the top, "smoked salmon and dill cream cheese with capers."

"yoongi doesn't like capers." you chime in, suddenly feeling the need to prove to everyone that you know your boyfriend very well, "i remember they were sprinkled in a salad one time and he said they were too salty-"

"eh, i'll survive. i can always just pick 'em out." yoongi shrugs nonchalantly and you can't help but purse your lips in mild frustration at his response

"'atta boy! luckily, they're already sliced in half otherwise we'd have to take turns taking bites which would be weird-"

"agreed." you mutter, peeling the label off your bagel and sticking it onto the side instead

"oh, lisa! i was wondering if maybe you could help me out with some custom headlights i'm working on?" hoseok perks up, "i'm having some trouble getting the halo lights to work and i need your magic hands-"

"mhm! i can definitely check them out after lunch-" lisa grins, taking a seat next to yoongi, "anyone need a napkin?"

"yes, please!"

"i need one too-"

"pass one over here-"

you know it's silly of you to be feeling jealous over this because god knows the only thing you know about cars is that key go in and car go vroom so obviously the boys would never ask you to help them out with anything like how they're asking lisa to help out

and you're trying very hard to noT throw a self-pity party but it's getting harder and harder to not to that

(and it certainly doesn't help that there aren't any more seats left at the table)

you just can't help but feel so!!!!! inferior!!!!! compared to lisa

she's so cool and pretty and witty and obviously very knowledgable about cars

and what are you bringing to the table??

ham and cheese sandwiches??? fancy sushi rolls????

obviously not anymore because they've been replaced by these stupid bagels

this is the first time you haven't been able to throw money at a problem and you're not,.., sure.,., how you feel about it,..,

"i, uh, have to work on a paper, so i think i'm going to go and eat this in the office if anyone wants to come with?" you clear your throat quietly as you start to back away from the table slowly, "...or i can just go fuck myself, which is fine too."

you're not entirely surprised when your comment isn't acknowledged by anyone and you nod to yourself before swiftly turning on your heel and trying your best not to storm towards the office

you force your fists to uncurl and your shoulders to relax slightly but you can't help but make a face when you hear the boys laughing obnoxiously at one of lisa's jokes

of course she has to be funny as well

because the woman literally has zero flaws

you've been trying to find a reason to hate her and so far you haven't found anything negative to say

hating someone for having perfectly styled hair is a little odd

the legs of the chair screech against the floor as you pull it out and plop down

whatever

you like eating alone anyway

you unwrap the parchment paper and pick up the bagel before taking an overly aggressive bite of it, your cheeks practically bursting from how much food is currently in your mouth

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as you chew, tossing the bagel back onto the wrapper with a thunk!

...

damnit!

this is the best goddamn bagel you've ever had in your entire life!!

"phtupid phriggin' bavhel." you grumble, reaching up to wipe the sauce off the corner of your mouth before swallowing roughly, "even the mayo is delicious! god, what is this? some kind of garlic mayo-"

"oh my god. i think she's finally lost it." you jolt upon hearing jungkook's voice and you turn to see him and jimin standing at the door

"what's your problem?" jimin asks, the two of them walking over to join you at your sad, lonely table

"what? nothing. i don't have a problem." you shake your head stubbornly, "i just- i just wanted to be alone, that doesn't mean something's wrong-"

"is that why you're in here basically yelling at a bagel?" jungkook points out as he pulls out a chair and sits on your right

"i'm- i'm just stressed about- my paper. or whatever. it's whatever, i'm fine-"

"you can talk to us, you know." you frown when jungkook suddenly reaches over and in an uncharacteristic move, places both hands over yours

"is it about lisa?" jimin asks, crinkling his nose as he sits down as well, "it's about lisa, isn't it?"

"no, it's not-" you press your lips together before letting out a light laugh, "you know, i don't even have a reason to be upset about lisa, right? she's super cool and very nice and knows a lot about cars and is yoongi's age and namjoon blessed me with the knowledge that she, apparently, was a very passionate lover- so i have nothing to be upset about!" you snap, slapping your palm down on the table before wincing and cradling your hand to your chest, "...everything is fine."

"i have to say, i really don't think jealousy is a good look on you." jungkook clicks his tongue before glancing down at your feet, "i also don't know if those shoes are a good look on you- jeez, it's like the people at gucci are just pulling design elements out of a hat-"

"you are not making me feel any better, jungkook- these shoes are new!"

"ooh, you should make him jealous!" jungkook suddenly lights up and the fluorescent light hanging above you guys flickers for a second

"we're going to have to round back to my shoes later because i really don't think they're that bad-"

"you should make him jealous and give him a taste of his own medicine..." jungkook trails off, ignoring your previous comments once again, "it's what you deserve."

"i'm not- i'm not doing that." you chuckle uneasily, "are you serious? this isn't high school and getting him back would just be petty of me-"

"but it'd feel so nice to be petty, don't you think?" jungkook encourages, scooting a little closer to you with a devilish grin, "think about it, y/n. don't you wanna see yoongi get all hot and possessive over you-"

"i don't think it's a good idea." jimin chimes in, shaking his head quickly as he moves in closer as well, "because if yoongi finds out you orchestrated something just to get him back, that might create an issue of trust in the relationship, and that would be very, very bad-"

"oh, but it feels so good to be bad..." jungkook coos, poking your arm with his pointer finger, "so, so good..."

"uh, i don't think so! i'd like to argue that it feels bad to be bad-"

"don't listen to jimin, he's a wuss-"

"don't listen to jungkook, he's an idiot-!"

"okay, cut it out!" you snap, shoving your hands into both their chests to keep them from coming any closer, "i... must admit, i do want to do something to piss yoongi off because of how much he's pissed me off, but... i'm not like that, you know? and i don't want to come off as some crazy girlfriend because-" you pause when you notice jungkook's finger creeping closer and closer to your bagel and you immediately deflate as soon as you realize what's going on here, "oh my god. you guys only came in here because you wanted to try my bagel, didn't you?"

jungkook and jimin exchange knowing glances before looking up at you sheepishly

"yeah, that makes more sense-" you snort, rolling your eyes before pushing the bagel away from you, "have at it, you animals."

you lean back against your chair, stroking your chin in thought as the sound of jungkook and jimin bickering over who gets the bigger half of the bagel starts to fade out

to be petty or not to be petty, that is the question...

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(spoiler alert: the answer to the previous question is to be petty. very, very petty.) »»————- 🛠️ ————-««

"namjoon! where did you put my keys??" yoongi calls out, yanking open another drawer to rifle through its contents, "i'm supposed to pick y/n up from campus and i can't find them anywhere... i don't want her to just stand there waiting for me..."

"looking for these?"

yoongi looks up to see lisa standing by the door with his keys in her hand before she tosses them to him

"yes! you're a lifesaver, thanks-" he catches them with one hand before stepping out from behind the counter, "i thought you were leaving today? we already said goodbye to you this morning-"

"yeah, i know-" lisa chuckles as she steps into the office, "it's just that... well, i was going to just leave but i actually had something i needed to talk to you about before i left. i felt it wouldn't be fair to either one of us if i didn't say anything."

"mm. what's up?" yoongi hums, sticking his hand into the lollipop jar to pull a cherry flavoured one out

he pulls another one out before tucking it into his pocket (one for you when he picks you up!)

"well, i guess i should just go ahead and say it- just gotta rip the bandaid off-" lisa straightens her blazer before clearing her throat, "yes."

"...yes?" yoongi frowns, unwrapping his lollipop before popping it into his mouth and scrunching up the wrapper, "i'm not following. yes to what?"

"oh, don't play dumb-" lisa snorts, flicking her wrist at him, "yes, as in: i would love to rekindle our friends with benefits situationship-"

"woah, what?!" yoongi immediately chokes and he yanks the lollipop out of his mouth before patting his chest roughly, "what are you- what the hell are you talking about??"

"what do you mean what the hell am i talking about??" lisa stares at him incredulously before shaking her head, "you're the one who's been giving me secret signals all week-"

"signals-" yoongi's gawks, "what signals??"

"you know, like, how you cancelled dinner plans with her so you could be with me..." lisa croons, taking a step closer towards him

"i cancelled dinner plans with y/n so i could be with twenty cars-" yoongi inches to the side so he can make a quick getaway to run behind the counter in case lisa pounces, "which, i'm realizing doesn't make me sound like the best boyfriend but- i most certainly didn't cancel just to spend private time with you, no offence-"

"what about when we shared a bagel and you didn't complain about the capers??" lisa snaps, lunging towards yoongi only for him to quickly spin out of the way and hurry to get behind the counter

"uh, we shared a bagel because i wasn't hungry for a full bagel and i thought you weren't either, and also-" yoongi grabs namjoon's wheely chair as a makeshift barrier between him and lisa, "i'm a grown man, i'm not going to throw a fit over some friggin' capers-"

"how about when i squeezed your arm and asked you if you'd been working out and you totally flexed your arm for me??" lisa grabs the arms of the chair before yanking and aggressively rolling it behind her, yoongi's eyes widening in panic at the sudden empty space in between the two of them

"i flexed it to prove to you that i have indeed been working out-!" yoongi hops up onto the counter as soon as lisa darts towards him and he hurries to jump off so he's on the other side of it, knocking the phone and namjoon's pen holder down onto the ground in the process, "friends can ask each other if they've been hitting the gym!! i squeeze namjoon's arms all the time because his biceps are literally boulders-"

"i just feel like we have unfinished business, you know?" lisa whines, pausing for a second before bringing a hand up to bite down on the tip of her pointer finger teasingly, "plus, you have to admit that our sex was super hot-"

"are you- hello, i'm dating y/n!" yoongi gasps, "our business is finished! we have no more- we're out of business, lisa!"

"oh, c'mon." lisa raises a brow, clearly unimpressed with his reaction, "it's not going to hurt anyone to keep me as your sexy little secret- it's perfect! i only come into town, like, once or twice a year, so she won't even suspect anythi-"

"what are you- are you insane?! i'm not going to cheat on y/n-" yoongi chokes before raising his hands in defence, "lisa, you're a very beautiful woman and we do have a history, but- look, i'm sorry if i sent you mixed signals this week, that was certainly not my intention- please understand that i am very much not trying to cheat on someone who i love very much and who i'm pretty sure loves me back, so-"

"then who's that person she's so obviously flirting with right now?" lisa points over his shoulder, "also, she's barely visited you this week. what kind of girlfriend doesn't want to always be with her boyfriend??"

"first of all, space can be healthy, and second of all, she- hold on, you said flirting?" yoongi turns to look over his shoulder and out the door, tilting his head slightly when he sees you standing at the front of the garage laughing with... someone he certainly doesn't recognize...

"you can leave all of this behind and come and work for me, yoongi-" yoongi jumps when he suddenly feels hands grasping at the collar of his jumpsuit and he turns back to see lisa standing right in front of him (how did she move so quickly and quietly?!), "we can be happy together, i swear-"

"yeah, cool, just give me a second-" yoongi gently yanks lisa's hands off of him before hurrying out of the office and making a beeline right for you and this mysterious stranger

"oop- okay, he's coming this way-" baekhyun mutters, glancing over your shoulder before looking back at you, "it's show time. you ready?" he hums, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear

"what do you think? do we look convincing?" you reach down to unbutton another button on your blouse before adjusting the collar

it's taking everything within you noT to whip around to see if yoongi's just walking towards you or if he's storming towards you... because there's definitely a difference and you definitely want it to be the latter

the plan you came up with had a pretty simple formula: one handsome stranger + one flirty, oblivious y/n = one jealous yoongi

jungkook had a point about how nice it'd be to get yoongi all riled up and possessive and frankly you think you deserve it considering how dismissive he's been with you all week... which is why you were more than happy to recruit your very handsome friend baekhyun (he's very sweet / you met last semester in one of your history courses / he was more than willing to help out with your plan because he's a theatre major and this is good practice for him) to help you out with your plan!

"you're laughing like a robot." baekhyun lowers his voice, "i told you to act natural-"

"i'm being natural! ha, ha! ha! ha-ha. you're so funny, baek-" you giggle obnoxiously, reaching over to slap his chest gently, "you are absolutely the funniest person i've ever met-"

"y/n!" yoongi clears his throat loudly and you bite back a grin at the hint of annoyance you can detect in his voice, "i... thought i was picking you up from class today? i wasn't aware you hired a chauffeur!"

"oh, yoongi!" you spin around, feigning surprise as if you totally weren't expecting to see him at all, "oh, this is actually my friend- i know you've been busy so he offered to give me a ride!" you hum, stepping aside to let baekhyun step up onto the sidewalk, "baekhyun, this is yoongi-" you gesture to yoongi, "yoongi, this is baekhyun! ...my boyfriend."

you're hoping your accidental on-purpose flub-up triggers yoongi's memory of how he accidentally introduced lisa to you as his girlfriend and you're delighted to see the way yoongi's jaw drops slightly, "oh, my bad! i'm sorry, i don't know how that happened- what i meant to say was baekhyun, this is yoongi, my boyfriend. there we go."

"baekhyun..." yoongi repeats, his eyes narrowing slightly when baekhyun suddenly wraps an arm around your shoulder and gives you a squeeze "well, that's very nice of you to drive y/n all the way here. thanks for doing that, man."

"oh, it's no problem at all!" baekhyun hums, reaching over to pinch your cheek, "y/n's the sweetest and i didn't want to abandon her on campus-"

"okay, she wasn't abandoned, i was literally about to leave to pick her up-" yoongi points out, lifting his keys with a jingle before abruptly shoving them into his back pocket, "you know, y/n's never mentioned a baekhyun before. you two seem... close!"

"oh, baek and i go way back." you snort, digging your elbow into his side with a grin, "isn't that right, baek?"

baek

yoongi pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek at the fact that baekhyun still has his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you haven't made a move to shoVE it off

how can you not see that his intentions with you aren't just chummy??

he wouldn't have driven you all the way here if he didn't want to get his grubby hands under your skirt-

"we most certainly do! we made some great memories in that lecture hall- i have to say, i was, uh, pretty disappointed when i found out she was already in a relationship..." baekhyun sighs dramatically, shaking his head before looking back at you, "i would treat you right and never cancel dinner plans with you-"

"okay, i think it's time for you to go, bacon-" yoongi forces a smile on his face before reaching over to gently pull you towards him, "thank you for dropping my girlfriend off. have a good one."

"oh, no problem!" baekhyun points towards you, "hey, lemme know if you need a ride to campus on monday because i'd be happy to swing by your apartment and-"

"no, i can take her!" yoongi manoeuvres you so that you're standing behind him and basically blocked from baekhyun's sight, "i've got it from here, thanks."

"bye, baek!" you wave at baekhyun as gets into his car and he salutes at you before his right eye drops in a cheeky wink and it's at that point that yoongi really thinks he's about to lose it

what the hell was that?!

he spins around to face you as soon as baekhyun zooms off and you keep yourself from asking him why his ears have suddenly turned super red

"why are you wearing lowbuttons to class?" yoongi crosses his arms over his chest, "i thought you said you were going to use them as, like, apartment decoration."

"louboutins, yoongi." you correct, looking down at your slick stilettos, "and why can't i wear louboutins to class?"

"you wore them out to dinner one time and i ended up having to carry you back to the car because your feet were aching-" yoongi reminds you with a pointed tone, "are you telling me that you walked up and down and all around campus in those things?"

"maybe i did." you shrug, turning to stick your nose up in the air a little, "i can wear stilettos to class if i so please."

"and the miniskirt?"

"what, you don't like it?" you pout, reaching down to pick a piece of fluff off the surface, "it's new!"

it's a plain black skirt but it has a little slit on the side and you purposely bought this specific piece knowing that yoongi has expressed how much he likes you in black

"of course i like it, and obviously i'm a big fan of the heels but-" yoongi huffs, "all i'm saying is that it's a little odd- the timing is weird for your miniskirts and heels to make a sudden comeback now that you're all buddy-buddy with this backyawn-"

"it's baekhyun-"

"that's what i said!"

"you know, i don't know what you're implying here but i haven't done anything wrong-" you shrug, "are you feeling okay? maybe you need to take a nap-"

"stop being stubborn, y/n. just tell me what's going on!"

"nothing's going on!" you insist, raising your hands in defense before flicking a strand of hair over your shoulder, "everything is perfectly fine and nothing is-"

"are you leaving me for baekhyun?" yoongi interrupts, his eyes suddenly softening, "because if this is how you're telling me we're over, it's a pretty shitty-"

"what- what?? no!" you shake your head quickly, "no, of course i'm not- why would you even- okay, fine! fine, i-" you let out a breath and your shoulders drop a little, "it's just that... i don't know, it kind of feels like i've been fighting to get your attention for the whole week and i... i feel like i shouldn't have to do that as your girlfriend, you know? and i'm not... i guess i just felt like i wasn't stacking up to lisa and how cool and smart she is and- this whole week it's just felt like you're in a relationship with lisa and not me, so i... wanted to make you jealous to see if you still cared. or whatever."

"are you serious?" yoongi's eyes flutter shut and he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, "fuck, i'm sorry, ah- i'm sorry, y/n, i really am-" his brows knit together in remorse as he looks at you, "i think i just got swept up in all the new clients she was bringing in so i was focusing more on that than on noticing what was going on with you... i'm sorry. why didn't you just come and talk to me about it?"

"i didn't know how." you mutter, reaching up to scratch the side of your head, "i've never had to deal with something like this before, so... i know it was silly of me to come up with this whole thing-"

"you are my girlfriend, y/n." yoongi reminds you, his voice softening, "not lisa. it's you." he reaches over to hook a finger under your chin so he can get you to look at him, "i promise i only have eyes for you, pretty girl. you still love me?"

"god, yoongi-" you feel your cheeks flush at the nickname and you roll your eyes playfully before turning your head, "yeah. duh."

"oh, you silly thing..." he tuts, pulling you in for a hug and propping his chin up on the top of your head, "i'm sorry, baby. i really didn't mean to make you feel like that..." he pulls away and reaches down to glide his finger down the bridge of your nose before poking the tip, "i hope you can forgive me for being a shitty boyfriend."

"i'll forgive you if you forgive me for pretending to flirt with someone else." you smile sheepishly, yoongi grinning before nodding in agreement

"deal." he wraps an arm around your shoulder as the two of you head back towards the direction of the office, "so you really went through all that trouble just to make me a little jealous?" yoongi grins, "just for a little bit of attention? as if i'm not already all over you when we're alone-"

"well, it worked, didn't it?" you take your bottom lip in between your teeth as you squish your cheek against yoongi's shoulder and look up at him, "my acting skills are not half bad, if i do say so myself-"

"oh, shit, uh-" yoongi suddenly stops in his tracks when he sees lisa step out of the office and he spins around so that his back is facing her, "not to make you worry, but you should probably know that lisa's somehow convinced that i've been secretly flirting with her all week because i want to become friends with benefits again and she almost, like, body-slammed me in the office- also, if namjoon asks, tell him a raccoon snuck in and that's why his desk is a mess and his pens are all over the floor-"

"wait, what?!" your brows knit together and you're about to lean over to look at lisa but yoongi quickly reaches out and grabs onto your shoulders to keep you in place

"-yeah, so i'm going to lay you down on the hood of that car now because doing something extreme is probably the only thing that'll prove to her that she's wrong and i am very desperate to show her that she's wrong-"

"lay me down on the- and do what?! yoongi-!" you don't get much of a chance to say anything else before yoongi's suddenly bending down to pick you up off the ground in one swift movement, his fingers digging underneath your thighs as he lays you down on the hood of the nearest car, "yoongi-! you can't just-"

"shush!" yoongi hisses, pressing his lips against yours to shut you up promptly

"mmvph-"

it doesn't take you very long to melt into the kiss once you realize you haven't kissed yoongi like this in like a week and a half and you can't help but smile at the familiar faint taste of cherry you're getting from him

yoongi's warm hand slides down from your waist so he can hitch your left leg up against his hip, one of your heels slipping from your foot and clattering onto the floor

your senses are so clouded with yoongi cherry yoongi cherry that you nearly forget the two of you aren't alone (and also, all of this is definitely being recorded on the security cameras right now)

"hey, so- i- i'm gonna get going-" lisa announces loudly as she stands at a good distance away from the two of you, her eyes looking up towards the ceiling so that she doesn't have to watch the way yoongi's kissing down your neck, "i have to check out of my hotel, so-"

"yeah, sounds good!" yoongi pulls away for a second and shoots a quick thumbs up over his shoulder, "see you later, pal!"

"bye, lisa!" you chime in, giving her a wave even though she isn't looking at you and is really trying to double-time it to her car, "it was so nice meeting you!"

the two of you watch silently as lisa practically leaps into her mustang, the sound of the engine revving before she quickly speeds off like she just remembered she left the oven on at home

you turn your head to look up at yoongi before scoffing lightly, hooking a finger against his chain to pull him back down towards you, "you're ridiculous, you know that?"

"yeah, i know-" yoongi's nose crinkles before he offers you a boyish smirk and a half-hearted shrug, "you love it, though."

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[kurayami10]

She's my mom, now?

Lilia x Female Reader

Notes: Lilia and Y/N have dinner together until something interrupt them.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: slightly angst, coughing, choking

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Sounds of footsteps in the hall of Diasomnia then got softly quiet as soon they reach the destination. "Lilia, I know you there," Y/N says as she smiles, waiting for Lilia to appear himself. Y/N hears chuckles, then Lilia appears in front of her, "Ah Good Evening, my dear." he gives a kiss on Y/N's cheeks.

Y/N giggles and she hugs him, "Lilia!! I miss you so much!" Lilia hugs back in return, " I miss you too, my dear." then Y/N softly breaks the hug, "What should we do together, Lilia." as she looks at his gorgeous crimson eyes. Lilia thought for a minute then a pop idea came out to his mind, "How about we enjoy ourselves on a nice romantic dinner evening just two of us, then we can move on to something else whatever you like, my dear?" he explained. Y/N looks at him admirably, "Aww that's very sweet of you, Lilia!" a faint blush appears on Y/N's face.

"Shall we, start walking to our destination?" Lilia asks as he looks at Y/N waiting for her to reply, "Yes! Let's go" after that Lilia and Y/N went to the lounge and soon they go in there, Lilia uses his magic pen and uses a spell to appear already food and set off the table also chairs of two. " Lilia, Don't you have a duty to do like guarding Malleus today or something." Y/N looks at Lilia while he looks at her smiling warmly. "Yes, but I have gotten permission from the Lord himself that I could have a day to spend time with you, only for one day, also Silver and Sebek are guarding Malleus right now, so everything is alright, my love." as he hugs Y/N gently.

Y/N's eyes winded slightly for a bit, then soften, 'He did that all for me, he's a gentleman...' she smiled, and she never knew that he would do this only just for her. The two of them went to the table, Lilia pull the chair to Y/N to sit down and he went to the other side and sit down too. Y/N looks around, and everything kinda looks gloomy dark since she and Lilia only have a single candle on the table—that looks like a simple romantic dinner.

Lilia grabs a bottle of tomato juice from a side of him to serve himself on a wine cup, then he serves Y/N—a non-alcoholic wine on her cup, "Thank you, Lilia!" Y/N warmly smiles at Lilia, "Anytime, my dear." he smiles back. Then both of them begin to eat, and the food looks really good—and the food is steak with brussels sprouts salad. Y/N can feel the delicious and rich flavor on her mouth, "Lilia..this is so good, did you make this??" she questions Lilia—while he looks away slightly with a sweatdrop, "Yeah...hahaha" Lilia nervously laugh, 'I'm gonna thank Silver for after this..' he second thought about it. Lilia took a bite of the meat and drank his tomato juice.

'I wish...I could just be together with him like this, all the time.' Y/N dreamily thought about it, she looks at him, while him eating his dinner, "It's a beautiful evening today, Lilia." Y/N broke the silence between her and him. The beautiful red roses adorn the table and one the vase in the middle of Lilia and Y/N, while they eating. Everything is perfect, and this is like dream come true. Lilia looks at her and smiles, "Fufufu, yes, indeed it is, my dear."

All of the sudden, a couple slightly loud scream is heard and interrupted their dinner, "W-Who's screaming?" Y/N asks curiously as she looks at Lilia—while looking around then looking back at Y/N as she goes back to eating, " I don't know, but it sounds like-" the sound of the harshly open doors interrupted Lilia— and Y/N nearly chock her food, as she tries to breathe.

With the sudden burst of the door, Silver, and Sebek arguing about something—while Malleus followed behind them, then Lilia got up from his seat and went to Y/N helping her to breathe. "Sebek, I told you not to scream to other students, while we guarding Malleus outside of the school, they might think we are suspicious or something." Silver glare at Sebek as he crosses his arms. Sebek looks at Silver with disbelief, "But what happens if that person tries to harm Lord Malleus!! The Lord himself is most important when it comes to his safety security!" Sebek explained. "That student said they were lost from their group of friends, then you yelled at them, Sebek." Silver glanced at Sebek seriously at him, before Sebek was about to say something, Lilia interrupted him, "Boys, why you two are here, I thought you all went for a walk or at least guard Malleus while he went for walk?' as he slightly angry stare at two boys, who were arguing earlier, "And look you made Y/N almost choke with her food, she could nearly die of that, and I don't want to happen to her." while helping Y/N patting her back.

Silver and Sebek look at Lilia, how he carefully and gently helps Y/N manage to catch some breath slowly, and Lilia quickly runs to the next room—then brings a glass of water for Y/N. Silver notices how his father is very gently around Y/N and he helps her to breathe, and he's wondering if his father likes her, then he looks around and sees a decorative table with unfinished food on the table. Wait...is his father having dinner with Y/N? Does his father love Y/N or vice versa? If they are in love with each other, this means Y/N is his mom too?

Y/N coughed a little bit, then finished her glass of water—and Lilia grab the cup from Y/N's hands and put the cup on the table, and carry her walk toward his bedroom. As soon he reaches his room—he puts Y/N on his bed. Y/N looks at Lilia with a soft smile on her face, "Lilia..." she weakly whispers to him, Lilia looks at Y/N as he cares her cheek with lovely and intertwines his hand with hers, "Yes, dear? what's wrong? Are you feeling alright?" he worryingly looks at her, Y/N admiringly gaze at Lila, "I am feeling alright, Lilia. My chest still hurts but not that strong, just normal pain. Don't worry too much, Lilia, I am really okay" as she places a hand on Lilia's cheek, while a single tear fall on his face.

Lilia knows that humans don't have eternal life, they all have short spawns of life, and all of them die from age, disease, drowning, pretty much anything. At first, Lilia didn't want to get pretty much attached to humans, but he can't help but feel the love inside of him. The moment when he saw Y/N for the first time was when she was new to NRC. He never knew that he would fall for her, and now nobody knows about their relationship.

"I'm gonna clean up the mess from our date, dear. You stay here and rest I would take the rest." Lilia one last time kiss Y/N's cheek while tucking the blanket to Y/N then he lit up a candle and lay it on the self, then he walked toward the door and left. 'Lilia.. you are such a lovely boyfriend, I am really grateful to have you to care for me...' after that Y/N fell asleep. Lilia shut the door behind him, he felt water on his face—he swipe watery on his face and it was small droplets of tears, it was very rare for him to cry. Probably, he knows he needs to care for Y/N as much as he can since she's a human and many fear or possible danger can happen to her, and that would be an eternal nightmare for him. He won't let a single danger happen to her nor anyone he loves dearly.

As soon, as Lilia came back from his room, he sees Silver and Sebek talking whispery, shortly the boys see Lilia coming back—both stood up from their seats, and Silver spoke, "Father, is everything alright, you look kinda worried?" Lilia snaps out of his mind and glances at Silver, "I'm alright, Silver. No need to worry about me." he avoids the question, but Silver knows his father very well, he can tell when he's feeling unhappy. He doesn't want to see his father like that, so he went up to him and embrace him, "Father, you can tell me, what's wrong?" Lilia looks up at Silver worry on his face, "It's about Y/N...I-I don't lose her, Silver, just like I don't want to lose you as my son" he hugs Silver not too tight.

Ah, Silver was right then, his father does love her very much—kinda weird that his father never told him about this, maybe it was a surprise or a secret? He should ask his father about this. Silver slightly breaks the hug, and looks at his father, "Father, do you..love Y/N?" Lilia nearly chokes and nervously laughs, "I-I uh.. yeah.." a blush appears on his face, "How do you know that Silver?" he curiously asked. "Well, is it just I always see you and Y/N so close, when we're having lunch together and you always make Y/N laugh and you even kissed her cheeks and I was like 'Maybe they're just close friends, there's no way my father loves her' but maybe I was wrong." Silver explained, "Also, Malleus also said he notices too, that you have been hanging out with her lately." he also added.

Lilia blushes so hard, "Haha, well yes, son. I do love her very much. Maybe one day you would fall in love too. A special someone will come into your life, and everything will change." It was Silver turn to blush, "Old man, why do you care about my personal love life experience, you are embarrassing me already..." he looks away feeling embarrassed. Lilia chuckles, "Fufu, my son, one day you will.." as he stroke Silver's hair. As Sebek has been quiet the whole time and sees the scene of a Father-Son bond moment in front of him—he gets up and walks toward Lilia, "Lilia-sama, I am very sorry for ruing your dinner with Y/N, I hope you forgive me!" Sebek apologized. Lilia turns to see Sebek, "Is alright, Sebek. Everything is alright. And yes I forgive you, but don't do that ever again, alright.' Lilia says with a seriousness in his voice, "Yes, Lilia-sama!! Never again will never do that!!" Sebek quickly responded.

"Ah yes, where's Malleus?" Lilia questions as he waits on of the boys to answer, "He's gone already in his chamber." Silver replies while he looks at his father, "Old man. if you are in a relationship with Y/N, that means...she's my mom?" Lilia blushes again, "I-I think so, you want her to be that." as he stutters a bit, " But it's up to you, son, if you want to call her that, I don't mind that and I think Y/N would not mind that." Lilia says as he smiles at Silver. "Alright, father. I will go now, and it's getting late, I need to get up early for school before I sleep late." Silver walks away from the lounge—and walks toward the direction of his chamber, 'Y/N is my mom...she's my mom, now, it'll take some time for me to get used to it, but I'm glad to have a mother figure since Y/N is pretty nice to everyone in the school.' he smiles to himself.

As Lilia was about clean the table, Sebek stops him and say, "Lilia-sama, let me help you with this. As my fault, I will clean the mess, so you can be with Y/N." as he already cleaning the mess, then Lilia looks at him and smile a little bit, "Alright then, Sebek. I guess I would off of the night, thank you take care of this mess, well then, good night." And with that, Lilia goes towards his bedroom—where's Y/N at, 'Y/N...my dear. I will make sure—that us for sure we will be together, and I will be loving you until the end of time...'

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[looooooooomis]

F I N A L  G I R L |  S E V E N

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   s e v e n |  b l o o d

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 6k warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!) lets just say this gif is a teaser as to what takes place in this chapter. major blood kink in this chapter. period play?? lmao sorry about it.

There was a shift after that weekend at Billy’s cabin, and you knew he felt it too.

It was never really that casual between you and Billy, that much you knew, but there was something that changed when the two of you got back to Woodsboro. There was something to be said about being able to openly show affection to the person you loved, to hold them and kiss them in public and you’d gotten that treatment in that little lakeside town. You felt like Billy’s actual girlfriend, not his plaything, not the bitch who was backstabbing her own best friend for a fucking boy, you were it.

And while Billy had always said that you were his girl, you hadn’t truly felt like you were until now.

Which was precisely what made tonight so fucking awkward.

Not only had you been coerced into going to the movies with the gang but, unbeknownst to you, Sid had taken it upon herself to fix you up on a blind date with one of Randy’s annoying friends from the video store.

Why had you agreed to this? You were a cold, calculating bitch behind the scenes when it came to fucking your best friend boyfriend and yet saying ‘no thanks, I’m not up for it tonight’ was beyond you? Were you just plain stupid or a closet masochist that thrived on dicey situations?

Either way, you’d never wanted to throw yourself into oncoming traffic more than you did tonight because not only were you trapped into an uncomfortable blind date with a guy you were fairly sure was frothing at the mouth at the idea of getting you alone in the car after all of this was said and done but you just so happened to be seated directly next to Billy.

You were smack dab in the middle of hell. Between a man you were fucking, a man you were disgustingly in love with and had just spent a weekend away with and a man you’d just met today but couldn’t stop playing handsy on your lap whenever he thought the others weren’t looking.

But Billy was always looking.

You knew that better than anyone. He had this innate sense of finding you in a crowded room. You could feel the weight of his brown eyes on you nearly every second of the day, soaking you up, taking every inch of you in, no matter who was around and tonight, as your ‘date’ smacked on his popcorn all the while feeling your thigh up any chance he could, Billy’s dept stare was tuned in and you knew it.

This had to have been karma. Karma for going away and having a beautiful weekend away with the guy you loved so wholly. The one whose girlfriend was on the other side of him with her pretty head on his stupid shoulder as you suffered in silence at just how fucking laughable this entire situation was.

“See that actress?” Your date, Anthony, whispered into your hear. He smelled like movie theatre butter. You wanted to scream. “Have you seen any of her other stuff?”

You were watching The Crucible and the actress in question was Winona Ryder. Everyone and their left nut had seen Winona Ryder in at least a dozen movies. Frowning, you blinked across at the man and blinked. “Yeah. I’m familiar with her work.”

Focusing ahead on the movie, you tried your damnedest to focus on what was going on but when you felt his slithery palm slide up your thigh, you were this close to pouring your Coke on his lap. Why the fuck had you agreed to this?

Pushing the man’s hand away as subtly as you could to avoid any unwanted attention from your friends, you bit down on the side of your mouth and heaved a quiet sigh. You deserved this. This was your punishment.

“She’s hot.” Your lovely date quipped, squeezing the area of your thigh just above your knee. “In that goth-girl next door kind of way.”

Was he getting off to Winona Ryder all the while coming on to you? Was he picturing Winona as he squeezed your thigh? You truly didn’t want to find out. Once again, you pushed his hand away and, this time, crossed your legs and leaned into the arm rest you were sharing with Billy.

The move was subtle, and you were barely even touching Billy but you needed to create a distance between yourself and Butter Fingers if it was the last thing you did.

With a subtle nudge to your arm, Billy’s eyes flickered towards you as his brows furrowed in question. The muscle in his jaw was pulsing in his cheek, that you could see even in the darkness of the movie theatre, and there was murder in his eyes as he sized up the man just over your shoulder. It was as though you could feel his blood pressure spike just looking at the guy and, as you held your breath, silently pleading with him not to make a scene that would undoubtedly give the two of you up, those brown eyes slowly found yours.

There was anger in his eyes, a palpable rage, but it was the look of pure despondency in his stare that made your own heart break. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to be holding hands with Sid and you weren’t meant to be dealing with the idiot to your right.

How it felt up at the cabin, the freedom of loving each other and holding each other and kissing each other in broad daylight was how it was supposed to be. How love was supposed to feel.

Not this.

You were both hiding in plain sight. Putting on a façade to your friends, to each other whilst in public, and it was in that moment, in the middle of a crowded theatre, looking at each other knowing there wasn’t a damn thing either of you could do about it, that you felt that pain so intensely that it was hard to breathe.

Tears burned behind your eyes and you hated yourself for it.

You weren’t going to cry. You refused to cry over a situation you were willingly putting yourself in. This entire thing could have been avoided had you had a stronger backbone here. You weren’t the victim in this scenario. That was Sid. Sid was the one completely getting fucked over in this situation, not you. You had no damn right to feel this shitty because you were doing it to yourself.

This was just the high of the weekend wearing off and reality settling in. Until circumstances changed, this was your norm.

Swallowing back your nerves, it was all you could do to give Billy a small, barely-there smile before focusing ahead on the movie.

“I’m going to grab us another Coke,” you heard Billy say to Sidney. “Anyone want anything?”

“More popcorn,” Stu waggled his empty bag. “Maybe some Milk Duds, man.”

“Candy.” Tatum mumbled, not taking her eyes off of the screen. “Surprise me, I don’t care what kind.”

Billy nodded and took Stu’s money before he gently nudged you. “You want anything?”

You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off but Anthony. “You mind keeping it down, buddy?” He popped another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “We’re at the movies, not here for snacks.”

It was as though Billy’s wrath was physical as his dark eyes scraped over Anthony’s face. His mouth was pulled into a thin, hard line as Anthony’s pompousness sank in. Why couldn’t it be Randy beside you? Why had that dipshit agreed to take this asshole’s shift in order for you to go on a blind date with him? This entire fiasco could have been avoided had it been Randy.

“Yeah, I could use a drink.” You slinked out of your seat. “I’ll help you carry everything back.”

You didn’t wait for Billy as you marched down the aisle but, as you walked down the stairs and out of the theatre, you weren’t at all surprised to see him broody and annoyed as he followed you out.

“If anyone should be looking like that, it’s me,” you groused, falling in to step beside him as you made your way to the snack bar. “I’m stuck on a date with that asshole.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” he grumbled, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket. “I told Sid to leave well enough alone, but she insisted.”

You hummed and lined up at the concession. “Lucky me.”

Again, you felt his stare before you actually lulled your head to the side to face him. Intense, searching eyes sweeping over your features in both concern and possible envy. “One word,” he muttered, stepping closer towards you. Too close. Not because you didn’t want him that close but because you were in public. Sid and Tatum and Stu and fucking Anthony were a stone’s throw away. “One word from you, baby, and I’ll take you home. Fuck that guy.”

You glowered across at him as though he’d grown a second head. “While I appreciate the sentiment, shit for brains, we’re in public right now. Your girlfriend could walk out any second and see or hear you.”

He seemed to mull over your words for a second but didn’t bother moving away from you. “Maybe I don’t care.”

“You do,” you rhymed off, shuffling closer to the front of the snack bar.

He ignored that. “Also, you’re my girlfriend. Stop calling her that.”

This was not a conversation the two of you should have been having in the middle of a fucking movie theatre. Looking across at him, you raised your brows and blew out a puff of air through your lips. Trying to keep up with Billy’s rationale of staying with Sid to ensure he doesn’t hurt her any further after her mother’s death all the while being with you was giving you whiplash. You knew he loved you and, begrudgingly, you loved him right back. And, a part of you knew, that he was struggling with being back in the real world just as much as you were since coming home from the cabin.

But this was not how he should have been handling it. Not out in the open like this. Especially while you were on a triple date with your friends in a theatre down the hall.

“Billy,” you muttered quietly, ensuring no one was listening in, “please let’s talk about this later. Not here. Not now. Let’s just get the fucking concessions and go, okay?”

He licked his lips and you watched his brown eyes flitter down your face before briefly looking at your own lips. He wanted to kiss you and fuck, did you want to be kissed by him.

But that wasn’t the deal.

So, instead, you watched as he took a hesitant step away from you before nodding his head once. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes. “Tonight.”

“Sure,” you smirked, “I mean, if I’m not with Anthony, that is.” You almost laughed at how wide his eyes got as you uttered those words. But, when he saw the playfulness in your stare, he visibly relaxed and rolled his eyes as you continued. “The way he’s been mowing down on his popcorn all night has me wet as hell, so I might be busy with him later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled with a shake of his head. Then, he turned to you and gave you a crooked smile. One that almost made this horrific ordeal worth it. “You’re a real bitch when you want to be, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “I’ve been told.”

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True to his word, Billy slipped in through your unlocked window a little after midnight that evening with a bag of stale licorice and a drink he’d swiped from the gas station on the way over to your house.

“We didn’t get our movie date.” Was his explanation as he popped The Lost Boys into your VCR and all but hopped in bed beside you. When you’d remained standing by your dresser, eyeing him with both curiosity and sheer happiness radiating off of your face, all you got was a confused look out of Billy before he patted your mattress. “You going to get that ass over here or what?”

So, naturally, you’d joined him.

And it took all of thirty-two minutes of watching the film for the two of you to end up pawing at one another as the tension of the day slowly peeled off of you with every layer of clothing the two of you tore off one another.

In no time, you were both stark naked on your bed as The Lost Boys played on without an audience. All Billy cared about watching was you. Watching you writhe and moan. He could watch you do just about anything, but it was that dreamy look you got on your face whenever he touched you that he had imprinted into his skull. It didn’t even have to be sexual. You just had a certain look whenever the two of you connected, one that he felt but managed to keep stowed away inside of him, but one you expressed. It was happiness.

Pure, unadulterated, bliss.

He knew you. Knew your body in and out, knew how to get you to come undone, knew what made you tick, what made you squirm.

You were muscle memory to him, at this point.

He knew you better than he knew himself.

Which is why, when you subtly stopped him from slipping his fingers inside of you, that Billy’s focus went to your ass. The only time you pushed his hand away after he’d spent minutes sucking and biting and focusing on those perfect tits, was when you were on your period.

So, he didn’t push it.

The two of you had fucked a few times whilst you were on it but you were deadest on limiting that to the lighter days. The very beginning or the end. Never in the middle. But god, did he want to experience the middle days.

You were so fucking horny when you were on your period and why you thought he’d give a shit about how much blood came out of you as the two of you fucked was beyond him.

So, he’d focus on your ass. Something that drove you to the brink of insanity and something that made him harder than anything.

But tonight, it wasn’t enough.

He needed all of you.

Ever since the cabin, he’d needed more of you in his life. It had become nearly impossible for him to show any iota of affection for Sid now that he’d had a taste of what life felt like with you at his side. You were his Final Girl. His everything, if he was being completely honest. And, while he knew he couldn’t open himself up to you to that extent, not yet, he needed you to feel that raging darkness inside of him. Not too much of it, but just enough to gauge your reaction.

If you could handle a shred of it, maybe he could share more of himself with you.

The darker parts.

His hands stilled as they trailed down your body and, as he hovered over you, he bit his lip and slowly drew tiny circles into your hips. “You’re on your period, right?”

You nodded, your lips swollen from the amount of kissing having gone on since popping the movie in. “Yeah, but it’s not a light day.”

He nodded in understanding as he bit his lip. “You think we could try it, anyway?”

Your eyebrows raised in mild amusement. “By not a light day, I mean its kind of heavy, Billy. It’d look like a crime scene in here.”

Billy made sure to keep his face stoic, but the idea of the two of you fucking whilst covered in blood was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.

“Aren’t you curious?” He asked, dipping his head down to lick your painfully hard nipple. “It’s got to feel so fucking good, right?”

You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed in contentment when he began to suck your tit again. “It’s messy, though.”

“Lucky for you,” he released your nipple and kissed the sensitive flesh of your breast. “I like messy.”

Your head flopped back against the pillow as you thought over his request. I did feel good, but did you want Billy to have to witness you cleaning up a fucking homicide scene once he was through with you?

Blowing out a quiet raspberry, you eyed him with mock suspicion before he gave you those goddamn puppy dog eyes. “Ugh,” you groaned with a laugh, “fine. Let me take this fucking tampon out and I’ll grab a towel to put underneath me because it is heavy, and you will be grossed out.”

Billy’s cock twitched as he watched you roll out of bed before disappearing in the bathroom. Within a few moments, he heard the toilet flush and the sink run before you re-emerged with a towel in hand.

He could watch you parade around like that all day. Naked, eyes hooded from desire, nipples and lips red from where his mouth had staked its claim.

You were perfect.

A vision.

You were fucking everything.

“I’ve been wanting to try this with you for a while.” He admitted, watching you carefully roll the towel onto the bed before perching your ass directly on top of it so as to avoid any potential leakage onto your sheets.

“I wish I could say I was shocked.” You teased, laying back down. Spreading your legs, he watched you slip a finger through your folds to tease your clit.  

He swallowed as he watched you finger yourself. But then your words sank in and a panic settled in his chest as he swept his eyes up your body to meet your amused stare. “What’s that mean?”

You shrugged so casually as you continued the tirade on your own pussy. “All the scary movies we watch and stuff. You get hard as a rock if there’s a scene with a pretty girl and some blood.”

Billy froze. This was only supposed to be a peek inside of his darkness, not a full-blown window. But you didn’t seem all too fazed by it either, which confused him endlessly.

Rather than deny it, Billy hesitantly reached for your cunt to replace your fingers with his own. He didn’t delve inside of your pussy just yet, just circled your clit the way you’d been doing seconds prior. “And that doesn’t bother you?” He whispered, placing a kiss to the side of your neck.

“Nah,” you hummed, “we’ve all got our kinks, I guess.”

You released a quiet moan as he pinched your clit, but his eyes never left your face. He knew you were talking about blood in respect to the movies, but your casual tone still caught him off guard. There was no shame in it, no doubt. Just an honest to god shrug as he circled your clit with his middle finger.

Testing the waters, Billy slipped his fingers down your pussy so that his thumb coaxed your clit as he slipped two fingers inside of you. At first, it simply felt like you were soaked on account of all of the teasing and, maybe you were, but as he glanced down at the base of his fingers as he pulled them out of you, Billy nearly moaned.

Blood.

Your blood.

All over his fingers, pooling along the top of his palm.

Billy was fascinated. This wasn’t the first time he’d felt blood between his fingers, but not like this. When he’d killed Maureen Prescott, there was so much fucking blood that he’d been sick afterwards. He hadn’t expected that level of destruction but, after puking a few blocks away, he didn’t exactly shy away from it. He thought about it often, thought of the carnage that had surrounded him once he’d finished with Sidney’s mother, thought of the way the blood felt between his fingers, splayed and smattered across every inch of his body.

But this was euphoric.

Because he didn’t have to hurt anybody to feel that warmth on his palm. In fact, as he slowly slipped his fingers inside of your hot cunt, he was doing anything but. You were gyrating into his hand, unknowingly spreading your blood further and it was killing him. He was so fucking hard, too fucking hard, but he didn’t want to rush a damned thing.

He’d thought about this far too often for it to be over so soon.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slipping his hand out of your pussy just long enough to slowly spread your blood down your inner thigh. It left a fine red trail that he had every intention of lapping up in a few seconds if you were to allow it. “You feel so good, baby.”

He’d half expected you to make a comment about making a bigger mess than what your piddly little towel would allow but, as he slowly found your hooded eyes through the dim light of your bedroom, only hunger marred your pretty face.

Desire.

Intrigue.

Leaning in, Billy placed a small kiss to the apple of your cheek as his fingers continued to fuck you. “Does this feel good?”

“So good,” you rasped out, leaning your forehead against his as you bit your lip to swallow back a moan. Between your arousal and the blood, the natural lubrication that coated your pussy as he slowly pumped his fingers inside of you all the while rubbing your clit was killing you. “So fucking good, Billy.”

He smirked and quickened his pace on your clit just enough to drive you to madness as he bit down on your earlobe. His breath was hot against your cheek. “I want to taste you tonight.”

Though the promise of his tongue replacing his thumb enticed you, the fact that you were on day two and a half of your period was not a good plan. So why were you intrigued? A part of you wanted to see if he’d put his money where his mouth was but a much larger part of you wanted to see how feral Billy could get where you were concerned.

Torn, you pulled back and searched his eyes. “It’s going to be…messy, Billy.”

His dark chuckle was velvet against your skin. “I already told you,” he curled his fingers inside of you and admired the way your entire body twitched. “I like messy.”

He began to kiss his way down your body. You tried not to get lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling across every inch of your skin on his way down or the way his teeth nipped and bit at your stomach and hips as he positioned himself between your thighs. But mainly, you tried not to focus on how fucking bloody it was between your thighs because you knew that Billy wouldn’t be down there long on account of it.

“You don’t have to do this tonight, Billy,” you tried to reason, chest heaving in anticipation as he settled between your legs.

Something flashed across his face as he held your stare. For a second, you were almost sure he was going to back out and leave well enough alone, but then you watched as the bastard leaned into your pussy and raked his tongue from the base of your pussy right up to your bloodied mound.

He held your stare the entire time.

“I want you like this,” he assured you, yanking you further down the bed so that you were right at the edge. His voice was hoarse and breathy and as you chanced a look down at him through a pair of hooded, drowsy eyes, you watched him pump his cock with his free hand as he licked his lips. “I love you like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond but the words died in your throat when he buried his face between your thighs. You gasped at the contact but didn’t shy away from his touch for a single second as he slowly lapped at your core. With the one hand still gripping your hips, holding you firmly against his tongue, you knew there would be bruises where his fingers carved into your flesh, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was desperate to get you closer into his face and you were desperate to feel that perfect fucking tongue on your pussy.

It was as though he’d been possessed in those few moments. Billy couldn’t get enough of you on a good day but tasting you like this was enough to make Billy wild. Your pussy, the blood mixed with your slick, tasted so fucking good on his tongue. Burying his face further into your folds, he nuzzled at your clit and, now forgetting about his own pulsing cock, pulled you even closer.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders, Billy moaned into your pussy and bit down on your clit just enough to entice a moan that was probably a little too loud for your parents being home. But, he didn’t care. He refused to care in that instance.

All he wanted, all he cared about, was tasting as much of you as humanly possible before making you come on his tongue.

His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers and pulled. You were being rougher than normal, and he fucking loved it. You were pulling on his hair and bucking into his mouth with such hunger that he could barely breathe but fuck he didn’t care. If this was how he was taken out, so be it.

“Baby,” you whined, voice low. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Your grip on his hair was vice-like as the veins in your neck swelled. With wild, laboured breaths, you found yourself bucking into his mouth as a white-hot orgasm rippled through your entire body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed, but Billy’s mouth was relentless.

It wasn’t until he was absolutely sure you couldn’t take another second of torture, that he pulled away and allowed you to collapse back onto the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With a quiet chuckle, he kissed his way up your body, grinning against your skin as your legs continued to twitch.

He could feel your blood all over his chin and nose and as he licked it off, using his fingers to swipe at the areas his tongue couldn’t quite reach, Billy was coasting on a high that only you could provide.

“Oh, god,” you buried your face into the pillow with a quiet laugh as you moved to get off the bed. “Hang on, I’ll grab you a towel for your face.”

“No,” Billy shook his head and grabbed for your wrist. “I want to see it.”

You blinked and scraped your eyes along his bloodied face. Your nipples were still rock hard and your cunt was still pulsing on account of his tongue, but it was the look of pure ecstasy on his face that made you clench.

He was being serious.

“Come with me,” he hummed, slipping off of the bed to head towards the small bathroom attached to your room. His fingers threaded through yours as you both walked across your bedroom before flicking the light on.

The vision that he was met with made his cock twitch.

Your blood coated almost everything from his nose down his chin and as you stood beside him, looking at him through the mirror, still fully naked and still housing bloody handprints left behind from his busy hands coating the lower half of your body, Billy had never wanted to bury himself inside of you any more than he did right then and there.

He found your curious stare through the mirror. Your pretty eyes swept over the mess of blood left behind on account of you and as you turned to face him, he found himself hypnotized as you reached out to sweep his hair back and away from his forehead.

“Blood suits you,” you teased with a small smile. “Horrifically enough.”

He said nothing as those brown eyes soaked you in but as he stepped into you, cornering you against the sink counter, the look on his face said everything. He didn’t kiss you though. He seemed to hesitate, as though gauging if you’d kiss him whilst covered in your own menstrual blood. “Is this okay?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted almost sheepishly.

He nuzzled your neck and slipped his knee between your thighs to allow himself better access to your pussy. With his hand wrapped securely around his cock, he slipped the head of his dick along your folds and swallowed hard as he watched your blood coat the head of it. “Fuck,” he whispered as his forehead fell against your own. “You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside of you.”

You were watching his face as he once again slipped the head of his cock through your folds so it teased your clit. His eyes were so dark and there was so much desire in those warm eyes that it almost caught you off guard.

“You’re really into this,” you remarked quietly. When his eyes found yours, you could see blind panic cross over his face as he instinctually took a step away from you. You stopped him before he could think of stopping himself. “Hey,” you cooed, reaching out for his face. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, relax.”

You felt the tension in his shoulders disperse as you played with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You’re too good for me,” he muttered, cradling your face. “You know that?”

“Oh, yeah,” you goaded with a smile. “I know.”

He barked out a quiet laugh and ground his hips into yours. “A smartass, too.”

You hummed as his hands slid down your body to hold you against the counter. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” Billy nipped at your neck.

You leaned back to allow him full access to your neck. “How did I taste?” Your words seemed to make him still as he slowly pulled back to search your eyes. “With the blood. How did it taste?”

The look on Billy’s face was primal as his grip on your hips tightened. Leaning in, he nudged your nose so that your lips were perfectly aligned with his. “Kiss me and find out.”

You weren’t sure at first, but as he closed the distance between you, you found yourself leaning into the kiss both curious and slightly mortified by the taste of your blood on his lips. It was strange and you weren’t sure if you liked it at first, if you were being honest. It was coppery and a little sticky and yet as he walked the two of you out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, you found yourself hungry for more.

With your fingers tangled through his hair you gave it a tug, garnering a low growl that rumbled in his throat as he continued on with the bruising kiss. When the back of his knees hit your bed, the two of you fell into a jumbled mess on your mattress, never once breaking for air as your tongues battled for dominance.

Expertly, knowing the way your body moved better than anyone, Billy moved you in such a way that he was sitting up in the middle of your bed as you straddled his lap. And as you lowered yourself onto his pulsing cock, the gruff low moan that tore out of his lips was enough to kill you.

His large hands splayed out across your back, guiding you further into his hungry mouth as your bleeding cunt teased him beyond belief. You were so wet and with every twist of your hips and every gentle moan, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on anything else besides just how fucking good you felt.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, blood slowly pooled in the wake of your crescent moon shaped nail markings. He hissed at the sensation and squeezed your tits rather roughly as he tried to stop himself from coming right then and there.

But then you lowered your lips onto his shoulders and he felt your hot tongue trace over every last cut and he almost lost it. There you were, with dried blood all over your chin and parts of your cheeks from having kissed him after going down on you, licking the blood that gathered along his shoulders.

He was in a state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He pushed out, revelling in the feel of how warm and wet your pussy felt.

Rather than say a word, all you did was bite down on the reddened area of his shoulder as you quickened your pace on his dick.

Drawing more blood.

Licking up more of his blood.

Something in him snapped to life in that instance. An almost ancient need bubbled to the surface as he held you there against him. Your tits bounced as you writhed on top of him and as he began to meet you halfway with violent, earth shattering thrusts, the outside world ceased to exist.

The sound of his balls hitting your sopping pussy combined with the sound of your wetness, both slick and blood, squelching all around the two of you was all that surrounded you as you whined out his name. You could barely breathe as he pounded into you, barely function.

“Billy, fuck, I—”

His mouth buried your words with another hungry kiss. You were both breathless and desperate to be as close to the other as humanly possible as you sat on your bed, fucking each other raw. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, gently tugging at it as his forehead fell against your own.

There was a shift after the cabin that you’d both felt inside of you, but there was a shift in the air tonight, as well. An unspoken trust, of sorts, that went beyond anything the two of you were prepared for.  

His hips bucked into yours one final time before he came undone inside of you. A flood of warmth settled in your belly as he came and as his thumb continued to circle your clit, rubbing and pinching at it every step of the way, you soon followed suit.

With one last shaky pump, Billy held you there as he slowly pulled out of you. He kissed your lips, your cheek, down your neck, and along your shoulder before his eyes found yours once again.

His thumb skirted across the apple of your cheek. “You’re my girl,” he whispered, revelling in just how fucking gorgeous you looked in that instance. “You know that?”

“I do,” you affirmed, kissing him softly. “You’re helping me clean my fucking bedsheets in the morning,” you muttered, “do you know that?”

Despite everything, Billy found himself smiling across at you before glancing down at the bloody mess of your sheets. “Yeah,” he chuckled, “I do.”

“Good,” you gently smacked his cheek and crawled off of your bed towards the bathroom.

“Where you going?” He asked, watching your naked body pad out of the room.

“Shower,” you merely said before popping your head around the corner. “Care to join me?”

Billy was at your side within the blink of an eye.

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