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chronicdisasterwrites · 9 months

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gotta keep these kids on leashes

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader, geto suguru, shoko ieiri (gojo’s past arc)

genre + warnings: - MAJOR FLUFF !! alooot of swearing, smoking, sexual jokes, mention of grandparents doing it (lmao you gotta read it to understand), reader wants to murder the bois, suguru wants to die, everybody is CRAZY!

word count: 3,350 (rip)

summary: OKAY i wrote it. the dynamic quartet is back doing... nothing good. suguru gets hit on, the three losers do crazy stuff and surprisingly no one dies (shocker) :0

enjoy this tomfoolery <3

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the curses are dying and you're not the one doing the killing, your head isn't pounding and your bed is so, so soft. Your window is slightly parted so the cool breeze is making the curtains dance and your skin prick. Nuzzling your head on the plush pillow and pulling your blanket higher so only your head is visible, you open your eyes, check the time, remember you have no classes, smile to yourself and dive back into the warm embrace that is sleep.

Until the tranquil atmosphere is disrespectfully shattered by the idiots you call your ‘friends’.

Your door is kicked open and the sudden sound was enough to make you jump and reach for your katana leaning against the bedside table. Your vision is blurry but your katana is half unsheathed as you contemplate killing the two perpetrators.

“Yeesh, you're hostile in the morning,” Satoru grins as he kneels on the ground and rests his obnoxiously large head on his obnoxiously large palms on the foot of your bed, like some petulant child who broke a vase and is now being their best self to appease their parents. “Nice bedhead,” his grin gets exponentially larger and your hand twitches against the hilt of your katana.

“I told you we should've knocked. You never listen, Satoru,” Suguru sighs as he walks through the gap that used to be your door.

Your morning is thoroughly fucked. The birds are dead, the curses are in your room, your head feels like it will explode and there are tiny fragments of wood all over your bed.

Your jaw clenches and eyes darken as you fully unsheathe your katana with the pure intention of murdering these morons.

“I will give you 10 seconds to run and hide.”

“Aw c’monnn,” Satoru’s obnoxious voice drawls as he attempts to pat your head, but before your blade had the chance to amputate his wrist, Suguru’s hand held Satoru’s away from you; therefore preventing a major bloodshed from occurring. Ever the mediator.

“Okay I think we pissed her off enough, Satoru,” Suguru says calmly as Satoru pouts with a small “Aw man”. Suguru lets go of Satoru’s hand as he slowly takes the katana from your hands and puts it into its scabbard. Releasing a breath he places his hand on your head and gently smooths down your wild mane.

He drawls your name and you look at him with furrowed brows and a deep scowl.

He chuckles, “We’re gonna have a day out and you can get all the mochi and pancakes your heart desires. Our treat, for ruining your sleep and…” he looks at the desecrated door, “…your door.” You hear Satoru whine about why you let Suguru touch your hair and not him and choose to ignore it.

He smiles when he sees the glint in your eyes at the mention of mochi and pancakes and your scowl gets smaller and brows get straighter. You sigh and get up off the bed, “Fine. I have to get dressed so get out.”

“Don’t be late, mochiii~ we’ll be waiting.” He manages to dodge the hairbrush you throw at his head perfectly as he jumps up to run out of the room while giggling like a schoolgirl.

Suguru laughs as he follows his dumbass friend out and you look at your completely fucked door, wondering what you did to deserve this.

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“Can you shut up, please? I'm begging at this point,” Your voice is tired and your eyes are glaring holes into the brunette’s head as she laughs and chortles into oblivion.

“They- broke your- they broke your door-” more laughter. “Dude this is a comedy-” more laughter and snorting. “comedy- gold-” Shoko slaps the table and wheezes as various strangers stare at the two of you and mutter among themselves with concerned faces.

You silently poke at your half-eaten cheesecake as you try to forget the events of the morning and ignore the moron sitting before you.

“Why didn't they torment you like that?” you grumble as you cut up the poor cheesecake with your fork and turn it into mush.

Shoko takes heaving breaths and sniffles as she takes a sip of her matcha latte and drags her chair forward. Her voice is light and thoroughly amused, “Because I'm not fun to tease. You, on the other hand, are the best person to tease,” her lips tilt up to a grin as she stirs her drink with her straw.

You stare at her with dead eyes. “I hate you,” you deadpan.

“Yeah, I love you too,” her grin gets wider and a few chuckles escape her as she bites on her straw.

The mall was pretty packed considering it was the weekend. Pretty girls window shopping and checking out people with their pretty friends. Couples walking around holding hands and laughing at each other's jokes. It was fun to watch them live their lives, as you lived yours. You wish you wore one of your cute, normal outfits instead of your uniform, just for today. But as you look down at your uniform, you appreciate it more. This uniform got you through some crazy times. Some near deaths, some deaths, a lot of blood. You feel comfortable in it, and it doesn't look completely awful.

Suddenly, you hear your name and Shoko’s name being yelled at in the distance and you both look at each other apprehensively and look around the little open cafe you were in. You quirk an eyebrow at Shoko and she shrugs, but then the sound of Satoru’s obnoxious voice yelling both of your names cuts through the chatter of the crowd and you both look to the side to see him running toward your table at full-speed screaming like an idiot. The moment he reaches your table he slams both hands down and heaves and wheeze as people stare at you with genuine concern.

“What the hell?! I've been looking everywhere for you two,” Satoru yanks Shoko’s matcha latte from her hands despite her “Hey!” of protest and makes a scrunched-up, disgusted face upon inspecting the bitten straw. He proceeds to open the plastic lid, chug the remaining latte, crumple up the cup into a tiny ball using his Limitless technique and drop it on the table for you and Shoko to gawk at.

He then looks at your cheesecake-turned-paste concoction and makes another face of pure disgust. “Can't you losers eat properly? Jeez,” he complains as he takes your plate and finishes the cheesecake mutation in two bites.

“Satoru…” you sigh for the umpteenth time that day, as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“What do you want?” Shoko completes for you with her nonchalant voice as she rummages her purse for her pack of cigarettes. At this point, you know you need one too.

He makes wild arm gestures like a cheerleader for every word he utters, “Suguru. Is. Getting. Hit. On.”

Your face is unimpressed and Shoko says “Aha” while holding up a pack of cigarettes.

Satoru visibly deflates as a look of pure shock crosses his face at the shameless nonchalance you both are portraying.

“Okay. So?” you shrug as you pick at your nails with your teeth.

Satoru pulls your hand down and holds it there as he leans down and gawks at you with his jaw dropped and furrowed silver brows.

“No, no. This is serious. Suguru is getting hit on and we're wasting time,” he stares into your eyes and you can see your reflection in the dark glass of his sunglasses. You bring up your free hand to fix your hair using his sunglasses as a mirror and something in his head cracks as he jolts up, grabs Shoko’s hand, and pulls you both towards the scene of the crime. You both scramble to take your purse and you leave more than enough money on the table before being dragged away by a tall, crazy man.

“Listen up. We are going to embarrass the shit outta him, okay?” He's walking faster as he makes his way out of the air-conditioned mall towards the outdoor food court. You and Shoko are reluctantly following him as you honestly have nothing better to do and you can't lie; embarrassing Suguru sounds really fun.

“Roger that, sir,” you do a mock salute and hear Satoru chuckle. “What's the plan?”

“You two will attack first. Shoko you gotta be as scary as possible and-” Satoru’s master plan phase-1 was interrupted by Shoko asking a tangible question. Or actually; questions.

“How scary? Can I slap him? Can I throw water on his face? Should I cry?”

Satoru groans and starts walking even faster. “Okay, you can do all of that, but remember your role is the ‘cheated girlfriend’, alright? You're mad but sad. Mad and sad.”

You hear Shoko mutter “okie” right as Satoru says your name, “You can act as the ‘cheated wife’ or something. Cry, latch onto him, beg him. Go crazy,” he throws a sly grin over his shoulder and you're concerned about the evil lilt his voice took when he said the word ‘crazy’.

“And what about you? What's your role?” you ask as you feel him slow down. You look ahead and see Suguru talking with a pretty woman with long, straight black hair. Satoru stops, steps behind you and Shoko, and says with his usual cocky demeanor, “You’ll see, Lil' Mochi,” and doesn't give you the chance to complain about the nickname as he shoves you both towards the victim of ‘Satoru’s Master Plan Phase-1’.

You and Shoko look at each other with devilish grins as you activate your inner drama queens and launch yourselves toward one unaware, unprepared Geto Suguru.

You gasp and squeal with a shaking hand against your open mouth, “Oh my- Geto Suguru?! How dare you! Especially now- how could-” You choke on a fake sob and place your palm on your stomach as Suguru slowly turns back with wide eyes and a bulging vein on his temple.

“While I'm pregnant with YOUR CHILD?! You're inhuman!” you fall to your knees fake crying your heart out as you cover your face with both palms and try your hardest to not break character.

You hear gasps all around you and the sound of Suguru stuttering, and you wonder if you overdid it.

You then feel someone lift you with their hands on your arms. You glance to see Shoko acting all ‘mad and sad’ as you fall into her arms and fake cry some more.

“It's okay, I understand,” she pats your head with her soft hands and spits fake venom at an even more bewildered Geto Suguru. “He tricked me too. He was cheating on you with me first, you know?” You crank up the fake crying upon hearing this and you feel Shoko’s chest shake and you feel your concentration slipping.

Shoko nudges your head and you look at her with completely dry eyes, as you keep clutching your completely baby-less stomach. Shoko pulls out two water bottles and hands you one. She nods at you and you nod at her. You both look at Suguru and he looks like he just watched his dead grandmother have sex with his dead grandfather or something. He looks aghast. You and Shoko walk towards him and Shoko steps ahead of you as you wait your turn.

“This is for cheating on me, you spineless pig! Even though I was cheating on you too!” she declares as she drenches Suguru in cold water. You hear more gasps and you see the woman he was previously talking to blanch with wide eyes and a slacked jaw. Suguru stands completely still as his bangs drip with water and his left eye twitches in pure rage.

Well, it's your turn. You step up and stare him down and fear for your life when Suguru stares back at you with a dangerous look in his eyes. You gulp down your fears and put on the bravest face you can muster, “And this is for breaking my heart and my hymen! And you weren't even that good!” For the added effect you choke on a fake sob after the last sentence and dowse him in some more cold water. You hear a bark of laughter from the crowd and you huff and hold onto Shoko as you both slowly step away from him as his cursed energy slowly grows and grows. Suguru drags his hand down his face and flicks his wrist splattering water by his side when you hear an obnoxiously loud scoff followed by an even louder voice.

“Can you stop your cryin’? It's hurting my ears,”

Satoru stands there looking like a full-on trophy wife, left arm stacked with shopping bags and right hand on his hip. Dazzled in a silver satin shirt; he definitely wasn't wearing before, with the top buttons open and sunglasses perched on his head, giving the crowd a clear view of his glittering sapphire eyes and very open chest.

You and Shoko gape at him in horror and you both look back at Suguru who looks like he might just explode. His uniform is soaked, his front hair is sticking to the side of his face, and his eyes just about look like they do when he’s fighting curses, except now they look unmerciful.

“Sugu, I'm done with my shopping. How about we go look at some furniture now, hm? ” Satoru slings the shopping bags over his shoulder and sends Suguru just about the sultriest look you've ever seen his face make.

You glance at Shoko and she glances back, and you both bite your lips to stop yourselves from spiraling into a peal of uncontrollable laughter.

Suguru seems to have had enough, as his eyes glazed over and he turns around to face the downright terrified lady.

“You seem nice, but I have some…” Suguru pauses, rethinks his sentence, and continues with a curt nod, “Well, take care.”

He gives her the sweetest, fakest smile as she returns a smile that looks more like a grimace and turns away. She looks back again and sees you and Shoko clutching onto each other for dear life, Suguru still smiling at her with a twitching eye and veins popping on his temple and neck, and Satoru spinning around swishing his shopping bags and singing Suguru’s name like a prayer, and quickly walks away.

The crowd slowly dissipates as you, Shoko, and Satoru stand in silence and Suguru slowly turns around, smile gone, and eyes narrowed, “You idiots… are lucky I didn't like her.”

You break first, and then Shoko, and soon the two of you are shaking each other, rolling around and laughing like absolute menaces. Satoru chortles seeing Suguru’s unimpressed poker face and walks up to him, placing the shopping bags down on the floor.

“C’mon it was funny and besides, we saved your ass. She seemed so boooring,” Satoru drawls and gags.

Suguru exhales as he closes his eyes and the muscle in his jaw twitches. Satoru finds a chink in his armor and grins. He's gonna break.

Satoru laughs and throws his arm around his best friend's shoulder and calls out to you and Shoko.

You two wheeze and try to catch a breath as you see Suguru’s serious face on the verge of breaking.

“Suguru, for the record, I thought she was really pretty,”

You voice your opinion with an innocent smile and Satoru facepalms.

Shoko giggles and shoves you, “That doesn't help, you idiot.”

You throw your head back and laugh, “I dunno dude, I think I lost a bunch of brain cells after that performance.”

“Not like you had any to begin with, Mochiii ~” Satoru mocks and you launch yourself at him as you both run around Suguru, you yelling profanities at Satoru and Satoru chanting “Mochi” and laughing like the actual spawn of the devil.

Suguru finally cracks. Resting his hands on his knees, he bends down and laughs freely, uninhibited; like a child. Shoko smiles and takes out two cigarettes from the pack she safely kept in her uniform pocket. She puts one between her strawberry lips and taps Suguru on his drenched head with her knuckles. Suguru looks up, his laughter subsiding, and accepts the outstretched cigarette held between Shoko’s fingers. He places it between his lips as he rummages his pockets for his little orange lighter. Finding it, he lights his cig and holds it in front of Shoko, as she lights her one. They stand next to each other and smoke their cigarettes while watching Satoru teleport behind you as he grabs you by the waist and spins you around. The sound of his cackling and your screaming fades into the background as Shoko asks, “You think they’ll ever tell each other?”

Suguru leans his head back and blows smoke into the sky. As people start filing out of the food court, you and Satoru were the only rambunctious morons making all the noise in the entire area. He looks at the scene unfolding before him; your head is locked between the junction of Satoru’s arm as his knuckles attack you with fierce noogies. You’re giggling while flailing around like a fish out of water as you try to shove him away but to no avail. Suguru huffs a laugh and takes another drag of his half-smoked cigarette, “Maybe, but not without help.” He nudges Shoko’s shoulder with his own and gives her a devilish grin. Shoko chuckles and stubs out her cig on the sole of her shoe, “What were you thinking? Push their faces together or ask Yaga Sensei to assign them on a joint mission?” She snorts, “That’d be something.”

Suguru hums. He stubs the cigarette butt on the ground and puts it in his pocket and says grinning cheekily, “Nah, I was thinking something more ridiculous. Something fit for two morons of their caliber.”

Shoko quirks an eyebrow and shakes her head with a smile, “Alright.”

You manage to escape Satoru's iron-clad grip after much effort. You boot him on his shin and make a run toward Shoko, tackling her in a massive bear hug. Shoko reciprocates the hug and you two waddle around conjoined like two baby penguins.

“Ow! That hurt!” Satoru limps toward Suguru and leans on him with his arm on his shoulder while Suguru does a hand-clapping motion. He receives a flick on the cheek from Satoru for that.

“That was literally the point, stupid,” you flip him off as he returns the very thoughtful gesture. You both chuckle and Suguru and Shoko send each other cheeky looks.

“Don’t think this is over, by the way,” Suguru says with a vengeance as he flicks you and Shoko on the forehead, to which you both reply with a small “ow”.

“I will get you all back for this. And it won't be pretty,” he ends his threat by flicking Satoru on the forehead; to which he replies with a whiny “I'm already injured, maaaan”.

“Bring it on, champ,” you grin and smack him on his back as you finally release Shoko as you pick up the shopping bags and swing them by your sides. Satoru joins you and takes a few off your hands as you all make your way out of the mall. The golden light marks your path with an incandescent glow. Time flies by incredibly fast when you’re with these children. It's scary, but at the same time, it's humbling. Being with them makes you want to live. They inspire you and drive you to reach greatness. They also make you want to store these precious moments into unbreakable vials or freeze time so you never have to leave. Nothing would go wrong, it would just be the four of you, through thick and thin, through blood and dust, through life and death. But you know you’re smarter than that. However, for today, you'll let yourself dream a little.

“So, how about some KFC?”

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a/n: not another slow-burn, pining, friends to lovers situation w satoru and reader whoops-

tagged: @porridgesblog, @stray-npc

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bloodyhoon · 3 months

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[01:26]

pairing: brother's best friend! park sunghoon x female! reader.

genre: suggestive.

warning: make out, pet names (hoon calls reader 'princess' once), english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: +500.

since you moved in with your older brother jongseong, your days were a little more fun and that fun had a full name. park sunghoon. at first, he intimidated you with his strong presence, his height, his ethereal face, his penetrating and dark gaze. and whenever the boy was in the house, you would not leave your room so that he would not see how nervous he made you. when your older brother introduced you both respectively, you began to leave your comfort zone more and spent more time with the two of them, to the point that you began to get closer to sunghoon and a strong attraction began to create between you without either of you forcing it.

your brother's hot best friend couldn't keep his hands off you. it was wrong and you both knew it, but still every day you both waited for your brother to go to work and he would sneak into the shared apartment to spend time with you without be discovered. both of you knew that if jongseong found out, you were both dead, but meeting in secret and doing things that your brother would never accept and would be horrified to know, caused an adrenaline rush that you couldn't explain and that you liked to feel.

"princess, you are so beautiful," sunghoon's words came out in a murmur as his gaze was fixed on your mouth, his thumb rubbing your lower lip slowly, "I can't take my eyes off you."

"neither your hands," you added, giggling as you approached and your noses gently touched.

sunghoon smiled before slowly approaching you and placing his lips on yours, sending shivers down your spine. his lips were so sweet, so soft and addictive. the way they fit perfectly with yours and how he deepened the kiss with passion, his hands running up and down your thighs as you straddled him. sunghoon continued caressing your thighs, causing you to moan, giving him access to gently brush his tongue with yours. your hands went to his soft hair, pulling it slightly causing a small groan from him. the boy's arms snaked around your waist while he firmly pressed his body against you, tracing a line of kisses down from your lips to your slightly exposed collarbones. his red and swollen lips attached to your neck, sucking on the softness of your skin making you release small moans and sighs that were the most beautiful sound he could have ever heard, your hands still tangled in his black hair as he continued to press your body to his, desperate to feel you and be one with you.

both of you were so lost in the heat of the moment to the point that never noticed that the time you had before jongseong arrived home had passed and in a matter of a few minutes your older brother would pass the door of the house and see you on top of his best friend devouring each other lips and grinding your bodies together on the couch that the three of you used to share spending afternoons watching movies, playing a game or sharing a meal.

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#enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #park sunghoon #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon imagines

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yanderestarangel · 7 months

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HEADCANONS MW3 - "HE TOLD ME TO TAKE CARE OF YOU" | GHOST X READER

TW: spoilers about the canon story of mw3, death, mourning, angst, smut, praise, comfort, care, gn reader, use of medicines, breakdown, ghost soft spot, reader moves on after Mactavish's death, nsfw, reader's mixed emotions and ghost, post death of "soap mactavish" , dark themes.

A/N: People who are fighting in the comments: this is a work of fiction, if you take it seriously just DON'T READ IT.

Your world collapsed after the news that your fiancé "John Mactavish" aka "soap" had died, and what's worse, for Makarov. You felt your feet tremble and your breathing hitch - Price himself gave you this news, making you sob on the phone while Price, Gaz and especially, Ghost, listened to your pain and anger.

Ghost already knew you, he was soap's closest friend, he had been to your house several times and was even going to be best man at your wedding, along with Farah, however, Mactavish's young death took that away from you - and the man felt guilty, maybe if Ghost had been quicker, maybe if he had been close to Price he would have stopped Soap from trying to play the "hero" and getting shot in the head, maybe - Simon's mind was filled with "maybe " mute and would never have an answer.

You couldn't go with Ghost, Gaz and Price to throw Soap's ashes into the sea, you really wanted to - but part of you was paralyzed, as you clung to old photos and videos of Soap, or rather, your boy, your Johnny. Ghost went to your house, carrying the jar - now empty - of your fiance's ashes, he saw how weakened you were, and how quickly you tried to close the door in his face, however, he obviously didn't let you, using one of the hands to stop the blow. "-We need to talk (Y/N)." He just said that, muffled by the skull mask, his hard and cold eyes now carried a dead glow of sadness, anger and concern, Simon entered your house, without even hearing a vocal response from him.

"-I know things can be difficult for you, I know you loved Mactavish... But he asked me to take care of you (Y/N)" he paused significantly, a silence of understanding crossed the small and empty space between the two of you, while Simon squeezed the handle of the suitcase with all his strength, while holding back the single tear that tried to slip from his eye. "-He told me to take care of you if something happened to him and I will keep my word, whether you want my help or not." he added, as the cold gaze returned to you, searching for some kind of understanding on your face, he knew what it was like to lose someone you loved - however - he was focusing on you now, he could handle the pain, but you couldn't.

Then he did something he never did, he let the head of the impetuous and soulless man collapse slightly and letting the suitcase fall to the ground in a light tumble, the sound called you back to reality making you look at the tall and muscular form of Ghost with his arms open to you, while he was teary-eyed but refused to shed any tears, mixed emotions between the two of you, but the same feeling - the pain of sudden loss - you ran into the soldier's warm grip, feeling the smell of clothes wet from the rain and the thick, uncomfortable fabric of his sweatshirt, however, there was a warmth there, a warmth that you needed. You allowed yourself to cry, cry until your throat hurt, Simon's big hands made a pattern on your back and went to the top of your head, he didn't need to say anything at that moment, he just needed to give you the comfort you needed, you felt It allowed you to be taken care of, even if it was by a person you never thought would take care of you.

Simon watched you sleep after crying so much in his arms, lifting you in his arms to the upper staircase and placing you on the double bed, empty, due to the lack of John. He sighed heavily beneath his balaclava as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you sleep. "-I will truly keep my promise, I swear to you my brother..." Ghost whispered as if he was talking to Soap, or, the ghosts that haunted him.

The next few weeks were calm and uneventful, with Simon offering to help you with the household expenses. "-You just took care of the house right? Totally dependent on Soap?" He asked calmly, no judgment reverberated in his voice, just doubts and an attempt to get closer. You nodded silently, as you watched him hand you a notepad and a pen. "-Write down all the groceries you need for the house, I'll buy them, I may not be Johnny, but I'll take care of you just like he did." he said seriously, his penetrating gaze looked at the floor as he rested both hands on his knees, waiting for you to finish the list. You didn't question it, his look was serious, a statement you couldn't deny.

So, slow steps were worked into these daily narratives, with Ghost always checking in on you, whether you were taking your medicines right, whether you were eating right and even whether you were well enough - with rare occasions of you not being able to eat and Simon preparing some soup. for you, ordering you to sit at the table while he himself fed you with a spoon, some small compliments were whispered under the typical skull mask. "-You're doing well (Y/N)." "-I'm glad you're accepting the food I made." "-Just this spoon and you can go rest, ok?" - he wasn't used to being soft with someone, but, besides the promise he made, something about you made him want to see you well, but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind like many others.

Soon the two of you began to live together more and more, not just polite everyday conversations or routine silent care, but rather, verbalizing some abstract feelings from both your hearts. Some nights Ghost would stay with you in the dimly lit kitchen, a hot coffee in front of you both, the steam dancing between you as you smiled sideways - a sad smile, full of hurt and nostalgia, but still a smile - showing some photos of Soap, some photos of you together traveling the world on the few vacations he had while he was alive. Making him smile beneath the fabric that covered his face. "-Oh, I see... He was really quite an adventurous man." he spoke calmly, seeing your sad look as he ran his finger over the cold screen of his cell phone, so Ghost had the idea of telling some stories he shared as a protagonist with Soap - like the time Captain Price made him and Mactavish clean the entire barracks because caught you both listening behind the meeting door - you smiled, now, genuinely happy, making Simon's heart warm a little, as if he was on a mission and it was finally bearing fruit, your happiness.

He accompanied you to doctor appointments and shopping, he insisted that you should take better care of yourself - Ghost dragged you to an expensive clothing store and gave you permission to spend his money however and on whatever you wanted, you couldn't deny it just nodding and swearing he could see a chaste smile appear slightly on the black fabric he wore. You changed for him, trying out some clothes while he approved them all, making you smile beautifully, questioning him if he was being sincere. Simon just crossed his arms and let out a breath through his nose "-I'm just being honest, you're a beautiful person, any clothes you wear look great on you." he spoke sincerely, not noticing the words slipping off his tongue. You thanked him for the compliment, while selecting the clothes, the two of you heard the attendants talk about what a beautiful couple you made. You didn't say anything and neither did Simon correct them, just holding your shoulders in a gesture of shy affection.

Your feelings were confused, you practically lived with Simon now, even giving yourself the freedom to walk around the house in just a towel, you felt good, good about yourself and the man who took care of you - even if your mind wondered if it was right to accept such intimate contact with your late fiancé's friend -

Questions were also present in Ghost's mind, but he liked to take care of you, it wasn't just an obligation for a promise but for pleasure and self-satisfaction, the two of you now practically lived together - something that happened naturally, over time , just proof of a greater connection that was growing in both of you - soon you found yourself arranging Ghost's clothes, like you did with Soap, taking care of his lunch, even though nothing more intimate had ever happened, nothing more than pleasant conversations and warm touches, but covered by the fabrics of your body and Simon's gloves. The spark that was igniting there transcended any bond he had formed and any morals built during his time with Mactavish. He wondered if it was worth going over everything he believed in and trying something with you, touching your skin, feeling you on his fingertips, seeing your happy face and contorting with pleasure because of him - thoughts he didn't think about. he managed to free himself, after all, no man is hypocritical in his pleasures and desires - and Ghost was one of them.

It didn't take long for it to happen, a few glasses of wine, a few laughs between you like any ordinary weekend you were both having in that routine of caregiver x person who was dying from care. But something shone in both your eyes and his, a look that didn't need words but just actions - when you saw it, you were leaning over the kitchen counter, the taller man's thick cock hitting your holes, the swollen balls of cum hit your skin, leaving your skin red. It had been so long since you felt a cock filling you and Ghost was there, fucking you without much thought, just sweet compliments as he ravished your needy hole against his hard, cold marble on the counter. "-Yes fuck... You look so beautiful like this, take it all baby..." "-Don't be ashamed, just let go, I'm here, you've endured so much, haven't you? Yes, you're so strong... So beautiful... Let me take care of you sweetheart." "-Mmm... Fuck (Y/N)... You're squeezing me so good, keep it up okay? I'm going to make you cum, I'm here for you." He spoke between moans in the air, holding your thighs, you forgot everything, the mourning, the past, who you were, just focusing on the blur with each thick thrust and hoarse praise, full of Simon Riley's accent to you. You two didn't know how you were going to act after that, but it didn't matter about the momentary carnal pleasure.

After the post-orgasmic bliss, you and Simon exchanged more glances. "-Sorry, I just... We can't do that." Ghost spoke first, while he was still physically connected with you, leaving slowly, seeing your satisfied form but full of doubts and guilt, even so he helped you take a shower, the two of you sitting in the same bathtub, just an oral silence and the sound calm of the water filled the air particles. You didn't know how to feel, nor what to say. Ghost agreed with the idea of pretending that nothing had happened between you... And that didn't do anything.

It happened again, it always did, another cold, rainy night, with Ghost above you, Simon's thick hands caressing your thighs, his warm breath on your neck. "-I promised to take care of you, I think... Soap would be happy if I made you happy in other ways too." he whispered against your wet, sweaty skin, pushing the shaft already covered in his semen even deeper, from other times he had cum, and maybe, he was right, Mactavish wanted you happy, and you were happy. He reached out his hand, grabbing yours, as he looked you in the eyes, pushing you to your limit. "-Tell me dear... You want another chance to be happy, right?" he spoke from behind the skull balaclava softly and with expectant eyes, all that was needed was your answer to your future, a future with Simon or, a future trapped in memories of the past.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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almostwisegalaxy · 6 months

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My insecure boy

Cha hyun su x reader

The night grenn home was demolished by the army and hyun su lost his memory, you chose to flee, abandoning your friends and HIM. It wasn't your choice. He advised you to leave because he believed that if you stayed with the others you'd be killed. So he packed you a bag, all the food he could find and some weapons.

"I don't know who you are anymore, but I feel you're dear to me. I promise I'll find you later, but right now you've got to get away from here.

"But what about the others? I can't leave them like this, they're waiting for us."

"If we all stay together, do you really think we'll survive? We're running out of time. Leave before the building is demolished"

So you ran away at his request, really hoping to find him later.

D+345 after monsterserification

Pov de hyun su

after yi-kyeong transformed

Eun-yoo followed her friend's monster. He had told her he was there to find the person for whom hyun su refused to succumb to monsterserification.

"If hyun su knew where she was all the time, why didn't he go and meet her sooner?"

"She's fragile right now. He thinks that by protecting her from afar, she'll be safer and more at peace".

They continued forward, chatting. Arriving in a valley far from "the city", Eun-yoo wanted to know more about this mysterious person, and frankly, the monster was getting fed up.

He raised his head to eunyoo's level and spoke to her about the spell that had created such tension when they were both in the building.

"Why are you taking so long to find out who this person is? Does knowing that he cherishes and protects this girl more than you does make your miserable human blood boil inside you? "

"No, I don't know what you're talking about." she said defensively.

"Oh, so I'm wrong. Am I also wrong that you wanted to cuddle him from the moment you saw him, that if he'd really been talking so boldly to you in that room, you'd have jumped on him? "

An argument broke out between the two. But the instant his gaze fell on her, hyun su's eyes changed from blue to their original color. It only took one look to regain possession of her body.

"She's... She gave birth..."

He knew she was carrying their children, but not that she'd given birth yet.

At that moment he hadn't listened to eun-yoo for a while. With his heart pounding, he ran to her and embraced her. But when she met the sound of his footsteps on the grass, he stopped dead in his tracks. All kinds of ideas came to mind

Will she be angry with me for leaving her all this time?

What if she doesn't want me anymore?

What if she rejected me?

What if she didn't want me around the baby? OUR child

I listened to her call me so many times, but I didn't come.

It was her voice that snapped me out of my reverie

"Hyun su? Is that you? "

Without missing a beat, he hugged her warmly, and she hugged him back. His doubts evolved.

"I'm sorry I didn't come earlier. I don't have any. I left you alone for so long to fend for yourself, I thought it was for the best but-"

"Chute, it's okay. Better late than never, right? "

They exchange a soft, passionate, loving kiss. Only the baby's chirping on his beloved's breast could stop them. Together they enter the little hut that serves as y/n's roof. The hut soon becomes their home

Yes, eun-yoo was forgotten.

#sweet home x reader #sweet home imagines #sweet home #cha hyun su #cha hyun su x reader #sweet home scenario #song kang #song kang x reader #kdrama fic #kdrama

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angiesmagicspace · 6 months

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Only look, don't touch

Pairing: Seonghwa x reader x Mingi x San

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: name-calling, threesome, grinding, toys, degradation, praise, oral (male receiving), squirt, orgasm denial…….

Summary: You belong to him, everyone knows that you like that. But something about testing his patience and subtly offering yourself to his friends seems more thrilling. Sadly for you, he already knows how to fix that.

Masterlist

Authors note: Here I am back from the dead, uni is killing my will to live, so yeah. Also, here's the toy that is used in the fic.

Seonghwa wasn't obsessive but possessive, sure. He liked for people to respect and take care of his belongings. That especially applied to you, he was fine with members taking care of you when you weren't well and on similar occasions. But he had limits to that, one wrong look from any of them, and your neck would be full of his marks the next day. You liked that mentality, you knew that you were his, and he would do anything to protect you from anyone. However, that also gave you a lot of space to test his patience. Wearing promiscuous outfits around the members and in the dorms was one of your favorite forms of entertainment. Seonghwa would stare them down, shooting arrows by looking at them, and that would be enough for all of them to feel threatened.

The boys just came back from the tour and that meant a lot of time spent catching up with everyone. Especially with your boyfriend and his dorm mates, San and Mingi. After a few days of just chilling around and listening to their stories, you thought that it was the perfect time to test Seonghwa's patience again. You two haven't had a lot of time for intimate moments, so your plan made sense. By provoking him, you would ensure that he blows your mind the moment you two are alone at the apartment.

Day one of your devious plans consisted of you just walking around in the tiniest top and tightest sweats you had. Making breakfast for all four of you, while three of them sat at the counter behind you. This was already driving Seonghwa crazy, every time San or Mingi looked up he would stare at them like he had lasers in his eyes. They felt his eyes on them very well, so they tried their best to keep looking at the pattern of marble on the counter. After breakfast, all of you sat in the living room, either watching the movie that was on or just scrolling on your phones. But that didn't mean that your plan stops at your outfit. You talked to San about some clothes while making sure that you were touching him very innocently, but your boyfriend knew that those touches weren't innocent at all. After lunch, it was apparent that your plan already made Seonghwa see red. So that's where you stopped but only for today.

Day two meant that you needed to get more progressive. Usually, you would be wobbling after just one day of provoking him, but that wasn't the case this time. So today your outfit consisted of the smallest pajamas you could find, coincidentally those pajamas were bought by your lovely boyfriend with your promise that he could rip them off you. As soon as he saw you in them, he knew that this would be a long day. Neither San nor Mingi could contain themselves, even though they knew that Seonghwa would probably kill them if it wasn't for their friendship and job. You made sure to make as much contact with both boys today. Chatting with them while they played some games in the living room, putting your legs over theirs while they played, encouraging them to stroke your soft thighs in the short breaks between the matches. Even when Seonghwa wasn't in your sight, you knew that he was clenching his fists to the point where his nails were making small bruises on his hands. But unbeknownst to you, he already made a plan how to get back at you for acting like a brat. He already knew that you were fine with being watched and that you were fine with someone joining your sexual experience. So he had a perfect plan involving one more thing, but you will find out about it tomorrow.

You were sure that yesterday would make Seonghwa lose his mind enough, so he would fuck you, but you were very wrong. Being separated for a long time probably taught him to control himself better. But your plan wasn't over, today should be the final straw for him. Entering the kitchen with only a silk bathrobe on should do the trick. All three of them were talking before you entered, taking their attention away from the conversation. As soon as they saw you, Mingi and San looked back down at the table, Seonghwa on the other hand just smirked. Sadly for you, there were some errands you needed to run today, so there wasn't much space for you to tempt the boys. But Seonghwa used that time wisely. He proposes to his dear friends that they join you two in some very sinful acts. He also used that time to clean the tentacle-like grinder that he bought for you. Then he strapped it on one of the coffee table books that you had in the living room, arranging everything to be perfect for when you came back.

You didn't know what were you expecting to see when you came back to the dorms, but the setting before you wasn't anywhere in your mind. There they were, all three of them shirtless, on the couch with their legs spread, the coffee table pushed back with something pink on top of the books. Seonghwa looked at you, and you gave him a very puzzled look. “Oh, honey, you are home,” he commented, bringing the attention of the other two. You just stood there frozen, this whole picture was too much to process. Three half-naked men right in front of you seem more like porn than your living room. “Hi princess,” San smiled, which brought you out of your trans a little. “H-hi guys, what is all of this?” you questioned while slowly moving toward the middle of the living room. “Oh well, Seonghwa told us that he needs some help dealing with you, so we were glad to help him,” Mingi explains, but none of it made sense. You looked at Seonghwa, but he just sat there, legs spread, his lips spread in a smirk. “Well, baby, I saw how needy you are for some attention. So I figured the three of us could satisfy your needy cunt,” his words echoed around the room and went straight to your pussy instead of your brain. “So baby, take off your clothes and start the show,” your boyfriend ordered, but you just stood there frozen again.

“What is it, baby? Shocked that you finally got what you wanted,” Seonghwa asked again, but still no words left your mouth. He leaned over and whispered something to San. “No worries' princess. I will help you to undress yourself. Seonghwa wants to see it,” San said, slowly approaching you. When he was right in front of you, first, he kissed your neck while unbuttoning your pants. His kisses made you relax a bit, closing your eyes, you threw your head back to give him more space for sloppy kisses. “Look at my little slut, as soon as someone even kisses her, she is gone stupid. Nothing but dick inside her little mind,” your boyfriend's words rang through your ears as San took off your shirt and bra, leaving you only in your panties. “She is so beautiful Seonghwa, I can't believe that you are letting us see her like this,” Mingi was already breathless, stroking his long dick over his sweats. “Well, that is what she wants. I got to make my sluts wish come true,” Seonghwa shot back, equally breathless.

San kissed you one last time before pulling away and going back to his seat on the couch. You let out a little whine, already feeling neglected. “Now, slut, no need to whine so early. Take off those nasty wet panties and straddle your new toy that's on the table,” Seonghwas ordered, his voice powerful enough to make you do anything without questioning it for a second. After taking off your panties, you went to the table, observing the toy that was strapped to the book. That's when you realized that it was the tentacle grinder that you showed Seonghwa. “Well slut, I guess you are getting a gift even though you were acting like a brat for the past three days,” Seonghwa commented, while you were struggling to straddle the toy. When you finally positioned yourself on the toy, you looked up, realizing the position you were in. Three of them stroking their dicks, while you just sat there naked and horny out of your mind. “Princess, don't make us wait anymore. I can't wait to see you play with yourself and hear you moan for us,” San's voice was desperate, he wanted to witness your pleasure. “Start grinding slut or there will be no cumming for you tonight,” Seonghwa was stern. With slow movement of your hips, you started grinding on the toy. Feeling every ridge on it, you went faster with every passing second. “Oh Seonghwa, she is a slut for you. Make her play with her boobs please,” Mingi begged, already edging himself, not wanting to cum too soon. “You heard the man, slut,” the moment you heard his voice you grabbed both of your boobs, massaging them. Your moans were louder with every move of your hips, chasing your pleasure, that felt like it ran every time you got close. “Princess, you are so beautiful like this, all whiny and desperate to cum,” San already pulled his dick out squeezing it, making your mouth water when you saw it.

When your moans started being more erotic, it was a cue for Seonghwa to stop you there. “Stop slut,” he yelled almost, making you stop immediately in fear that he will make you suffer if you don't. “Oh, look who suddenly decided to be a good girl,” he approached you, grabbing you by your chin, and making you stand up from the position you were in. “So desperate for some cock that you would whore yourself out to my friends,” he spat, making your whole body shiver while shaking your head. “Don't deny it, princess. Both of us saw you, and it was very hard to resist you,” you heard San whine behind Seonghwas's back. “Hear that slut, no one is oblivious to your little slut show,” Seonghwa cocked his head. “I'm sorry sir, I was so desperate for you. I wanted you to fuck me so hard that I can't think anymore,” apologizing won't work now but at least you tried like you do every time. “Oh slut, you know that I don't care about your apologies. Now go down on your knees in front of my friends and show them how sorry you are,” he let go of your chin, and you ran towards the couch.

Dropping to your knees, opening your mouth, and offering it to both boys to use. Mingi was first to p let you suck him, while San stroked your boobs with the tip of his dick. Mingi didn't let you do anything, he grabbed your hair and started fucking your mouth at a vigorous pace. Only choking sounds were heard in the room. Not long after, he came down your throat, moaning in a high pitch in contrast to his low voice. He moved so San could have a taste of your mouth. He let you do your thing for a change, and you made sure to take all of him. Sucking his whole dick inside your mouth, while giving small licks to his tip. While you were focused on pleasuring San, Seonghwa took the opportunity to bring your hips up and slam his big, hard cock inside your wet pussy. “Let me help you with that slut,” he said before rocking his hips, making your body rock forward, so you took even more of Sans's dick. He continued the rough pace, bringing you closer to the one thing you craved the most, your orgasm. With Seonghwas's help, you made San cum even faster than he intended. That's when Seonghwa pulled you back by your hair, your back hitting his chest. “That's right slut, moan for me, scream my name,” every word brought you closer to the edge. Your final straw was when you felt his long fingers on your sensitive clit. Body spasming, thighs shaking, you squirted all over the floor and the front of the couch. That sight alone made Seonghwa cum so deep inside of you. He grabbed you by your hips and brought you to lie down on the couch. The other two boys were too far gone to notice what was going on between you two. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” Seonghwa asked while carefully cleaning you up. You just nodded, not able to form any words. “I'm glad you are satisfied. You did so good for us,” his praise being the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep.

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sanguineterrain · 9 months

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dc masterlist

ONE-SHOTS.

✩ window pains. ─ jason todd x gn!reader

he's got a habit of coming in through the window. you want him to start staying... and using the door. (angst, fluff, pining, injured jason, tending to wounds, feelings).

✩ sunset anew. ─ dick grayson x fem!reader

you're a little nervous to become the mrs. grayson. luckily, your husband-to-be knows just what to say to soothe your worries. (wedding, fluff, anxious reader, insecure dick, so much soft intimacy)

✩ the teeth you know. ─ vampire king!dick grayson x fem!reader

the war between the humans and the vampires has lasted for a year now. when you fled gotham, you thought that would be the last time you'd see the vampire king and the love of your life, dick grayson. you were wrong. (SMUT 18+ only, manipulative dick, dreams, oral f receiving)

✩ savior. ─ jason todd x gn!reader

red hood is the stuff of nightmares. red hood is no hero. red hood is your best friend. (angst, reader is afraid of red hood and they discover that he's jason, injured and kidnapped reader, emotional hurt no comfort.)

✩ in your hands. ─ jason todd x gn!reader

jason thinks he's too big to be loved. you show him that that's impossible. (bathing together, sad jason, brief dissociation, i hc jason to have body dysmorphia and i wanted to explore that, non sexual nudity, washing your partner, bruce angst, hopeful ending.)

✩ restroom attendant. ─ jason todd x fem!reader

tonight is the worst night ever--you just got dumped on your birthday, and all you want to do is cry in the restaurant bathroom in peace. that is, until, the red hood bursts in. this city just won't cut you a break. (humor, flirting, meet ugly, awkward cute jason, canon typical violence)

BLURBS.

ALL READERS ARE GN UNLESS NOTED OTHERWISE

-> DICK GRAYSON.

"this is real. i'm real. look at me."

"can you walk? i need you to walk."

dick catches you when you trip and fall

"you matter so much to me."

you meet the yj team for the first time and have a panic attack

dick cuddles you after he returns late from patrol

you try to break up with dick when your insecurities overwhelm you

dick and assistant!reader who has a secret nightlife

-> JASON TODD.

"i thought you were scared of heights."

reader calls jason in panic when they are chased by a goon

"you're just going to leave me here?!"

awkward jason with a big crush on baker!reader

you break up with jason after he almost dies | part 2 (completed)

playfighting with jason turns into something else (NSFW, fem!reader)

jason rescues you after you have a fight (fem!reader)

jason asks his family to help after you, his fiance, are kidnapped

you forget to text jason you're home safe and he panics

you comfort werewolf!jason during a shift

you are jason's ex and have to work with him on a mission

headless horseman!jason gives you a ride home

"why not them, why me?"

you find a werewolf in your shed who has a dead boy's face

you and jason fight and he thinks you broke up

devoted jason who just wants to be yours

jason tells you that he's asexual

you give bodyguard!jason a gift

you're a vigilante who's after the red hood | pt 2 | pt 3

fussing over jason after he's shot in his bulletproof vest

boxer!jason protects you from a creep

you're a reporter who's under red hood's protection | part 2

a stranger thinks you're in danger with your boyfriend, jason

-> CLARK KENT.

holding hands while walking with clark

giving clark a massage when he's stressed

clark is scared when he finds out he's going to be a dad

you politely reject superman (you're dating clark kent!)

-> BRUCE WAYNE.

the JL discovers that batman is married... to you

#dc fanfiction #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd x you #batman fanfiction #jason todd imagine #masterlist

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pettydollie · 2 months

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♡.˚ ୨୧ ｡˚ ♡.˚ boyfriend best friend - bsf!chris x reader

a/n: @sydneysturniolooo, sorry for getting this out so late :c and a special thank you to @imtalkinnonsense and @thebottledwatersupplier for beta reading :)

summary: your best friend chris doesn't understand boundaries, but neither do you. sometimes he feels more like a boyfriend than your actual bf.

warnings/notes: cursing, established relationship with an oc (steve), bsf!chris, ur kinda oblivious, lowercase intended, mentions of sex wc: 1.3k

this party bites. you stand next to your boyfriend in the kitchen, holding an almost empty red cup. his arm is wrapped around your shoulders as he converses with some friends. you boredly swish your drink around in the cup awkwardly. the music playing isn't your taste and you'd much rather be at home with your boyfriend, steve, in your bed where you're comfortable.

your empty hand fidgets with the bottom of your pink skirt, waiting for the trite conversation to wrap up. your disinterested stare picks up from the floor when you hear your name being called by the one voice you can have true fun with. your eyes brighten almost immediately, a toothy smile forming on your face. a dopey grin plastered on his, he waves his hand as he makes his way over to where you stood.

steve's discussion comes to halt when he scoffs at the boy's appearance. chris doesn't even spare him a glance. instead, he gives you a kiss on the cheek as greeting, swatting away steve's arm from where it was resting. you kiss back, your lipgloss leaving a small sticky stain on his left cheek. "hey chris! uh, you remember steve." you smile and turn to your boyfriend who simply nods in greeting. chris' smile falters a little, just a little. he chuckles, "yeah, hey big guy."

his eyes turn back to you, then down to your cup. he grabs it from you, holding it out to steve. "her drink's almost done. go get her a refill, man." steve lets out a small exasperated sigh, taking the cup and muttering, "i'll be right back." chris gives a fake smile as he watches him leave with his buddies. "take as long as you need." he exclaims, winking.

you lean against the kitchen counter. "sooo, i thought you weren't coming..?"

he coughs, scratching the back of his head, the bottom of his black tank lifting up with his arm. "err- well, matt told me you were going. and we haven't hung out in like a week so yknow.." you nod along. he chuckles, shaking his head before continuing. "you looked like you were fucking dead anyhow. thought i'd be your knight in shining armor." he jokes, casually ruffling your hair.

you groan, "ugh, yes, thank you. steve's friends aren't exactly my type of people, i guess." you laugh dryly. he nods along, looking at you up and down. "well, princess, you look fabulous, as always." he compliments your simple look with a soft boyish smile. you sweetly return his smile and reply, "thank you" in a shy tone.

"yknow," chris leans against the counter so he's right next to you, his shoulder just barely brushing against yours. your head turns, watching him as he looks down at his dirty sneakers. "it's been like what- a week since you and i hung out? what're you doin' after the party?" he lifts his head to look into your shameful eyes.

"'m goin' on a date with steve.. 'm sorry."

chris chuckles in response with his eyes widening curiously. ”a date?? oh sweet, are you guys finally going somewhere besides Denny’s?” he smirks. you purse your lips, seeing steve walking towards you guys. you turn back to chris' waiting eyes. you shrug, mildly embarrassed. "we're just going for ice cream." pfft, as if it's any better than denny's.

he lets out a clearly not surprised "oh" as soon as your boyfriend stops right infront of you. he holds out the red cup to you. "here, babe." you take it and thank him before looking into the cup unsuspectingly. you clear your throat. "oh um.. this isn't punch?" you look up with a confused frown, in search of an explanation.

he nods slowly. "yeah.. i just thought maybe you'd like to try-"

chris' laugh cuts him off. steve turns with a raised eyebrow. before he can even ask what's so funny, chris holds up his hand. "try? she doesn't drink, moron." he snatches the cup out of your hand, not breaking eye contact with your boyfriend. you swallow hard. "it's okay.. really it is, but yeah, i don't think i wanna.."

steve rolls his eyes. chris scoffs, pouring the drink out into the sink next to him. your boyfriend simply folds his arms, unfazed. "fine, whatever." he grabs your chin. "they're setting up the kegs in the back. come watch me, kay?" he kisses your lips gently, not even giving you time to respond. he smiles and walks to the backyard.

"that shit is so immature." your best friend giggles, his small silver hoops swinging from his ears as he laughs. you let out a small sigh. he hums, "hey." he gets off the counter, bringing his hands up to cup your face. you giggle against his veiny hands. "how are you, peach? you good?" he asks in a serious voice, not playing around about your well-being. you blink slowly, your eyelashes prettily fluttering. "'m good." you whisper.

he raises both eyebrows. "this baboo- uh, is he making you happy? and no horseshit."

"yeah." you blandly respond with squished lips from the pressure. he drops one of his hands to his side. you lean into the one left on your face, your eyes shutting tiredly. he stares at you for a few seconds like you're an angel sent from heaven just for him. he's fighting the urge to kiss your glossy pout because he then remembers steve's waiting for you.

"ya guy's waitin', ma." he reminds you, tapping your cheek. you open your eyes and nod quickly. you grab your hand and begin walking to the backyard, pushing past the people with a quiet "excuse us" as you drag chris through the house.

minutes later, you're sitting on the grass criss crossed next to chris. your boyfriend stands in front of one of the kegs as he gets hyped up by his group of friends. someone yells out, "remember the rules, boys," and explains the rules quickly. "alright, 3... 2... 1!"

you don't really pay attention to who's winning as you rest your head sleepily against chris' shoulder. his arm wraps around you, his fingers playing with your gorgeous hair. you blink slowly, trying to stay awake. but it's hard since you're so comfortable in chris' embrace. you wanted to mention something that's been on your mind before drifting off.

"yesterday he told me to have sex with him." you mumble loud enough so only chris could hear. he can't help but let out a chuckle. he readjusts himself to look down at you. "so.. was he good?" he wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, though he knows you wouldn't. not his precious angel.

you roll your eyes with a grin. "i told him i wasn't ready. then he got all upset. i dunno why, i've told him multiple times that i'm not ready. he's just so impatient." you whine at the end. you look ahead as people cheer and smack steve's opponent on the back. clearly your boyfriend lost, anyone could see by the annoyed look on his face. you scrunch up your nose at the sweat and beer dripping from his mouth down to his chest.

chris hums, still twirling a piece of your hair with his long fingers. "he just has to deal with it. tell him to watch porn or somethin'."

you laugh, but it stops when steve glares your way. or more so, chris' way. you cough and sit up, brushing some grass of your skirt. chris turns his head towards him and rolls his eyes. "dunno why he gets so pressed all the time. you and i've been friends for years so what the fuck is his deal?"

you hum quietly, shrugging carelessly. chris sucks in a breath for a moment, hesitating on asking you a question. he sees steve walk back inside with his group, probably going to get even more shitfaced. but thats not his problem. a few seconds of silence pass before chris decides to speak up. "well, if you like.. weren't totally comfortable doing it with him, you could with me?"

your eyebrows raise as your eyes widen. he raises his hands up in defense, "nonono, not like in a weird way." he chuckles dryly. "it'd just be so you're prepared, yknow? and anyhow, he doesn't know you're a virgin soo.."

he does raise a good point, you must admit. you twirl a piece of your hair in your manicured fingers, biting your lip softly. he is an experienced guy, you know from all the stories he told you at your sleepovers. but what if you don't wanna have sex with chris just for steve's benefit? you innocently lick your lips before looking into your best friend's stunning blue eyes.

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thestarsarebrightertonight · 4 days

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get it off your chest , get it off my desk // theodore nott x fem ravenclaw reader

playlist: lavender haze - taylor swift , cruel summer - taylor swift

summary: theodore nott always tormented you , teased you. you never knew why and until now you didnt care , even harboring a small secret crush on him- but when his whole demeanor switches to that of affection and love notes. your confusion and anger becomes overwhelming.

y/n used , ravenclaw reader , fluff , comedy/cringey , bullying , theos annoying , swearing , not proofread

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"got your nose in a book again y/n, shakespeare poems? wow a romantic. its sad yknow, no wonder you dont have any friends." theodore nott smirked as he slapped the book in your hands out of them and onto the floor.

"fuck off nott she does have friends , im literally right here." your best friend - lisa turpin - sneered at the boy , throwing him the deadliest of glares.

"ah turpin didnt spot you there. not surprised i didnt spot you considering youre so irrelevant, youre practically see through." theodore looked at her coldly , his foot stomping on your book on the floor to stop you from retrieving it.

"nott , get your foot off my book!" you exclaimed , theo turning to you with a overdramatic shock.

"so she does speak! i thought you were mute or something little y/n" he laughed , all of his friends hollering behind him. it really wasnt that funny.

"we talk practically everyday because all you do is fucking harrass me!" you fumed.

"hey hey hey! dont swear sweetheart , its so unlady like!" he pretended to be offended , his smug smile betraying him.

"fuck off nott and just leave me alone, its been 5 years and im truly wonder when you will LEAVE ME ALONE!!" you emphasised the last few words , screaming at him before grabbing lisas hand and storming down the corridor.

theodore could only stare after your figure with a satisfied smile. it was obvious that theo had never been one to express his feelings well , so when he fully fell head over heals for you in first year - his immediate reaction was to bully you. ridiculous right? all of his friends think so but all of them are too afraid to tell him....well asides from pansy parkinson.

"theodore nott when will you grow a fucking pair and ask the girl out rather than tormenting her!" pansy finally snapped , for the first time in 5 years of theodores pathetic pining , she finally stood up to him and took one for the team.

upon hearing her words , theodores laughing ceased automatically , the group of slytherins behind him falling into a dead silence.

"w-....what?" theodore stuttered quietly , staring at pansy like a deer in headlights.

"you heard me nott , everyone is sick of your little big bad theodore act you put on around that poor girl! its not her fault that you cant comprehend your fucking feelings!"pansys loud shouts making the boy snap out of his daze , unforgiving anger cascading over his once shocked face.

"who the fuck do you think you are parkinson!" theodore shouted back , stepping towards the girl before blaise grabbed his arm harshly.

"yeah you're definitely not going any closer to her." blaise said sternly , squeezing harsh on theos arm , "everyone agrees with pansy mate. shes just a quiet ravenclaw- either leave her alone or man up."

"bullying her isnt doing anything nott but making the girl despise you." lorenzo said angrily before running after you and calling out your name.

this only added fuel to theodores bright flame. you and lorenzo were extremely close and he had no idea why. he hated it. and watching you stop and give lorenzo a soft smile as he wrapped his arm around you , almost made theo throw up.

"theres no point in being jealous mate. that could be you if you were just a bit nicer to her." mattheo said plainly , not very interested in theodores love life but sick of the tensions growing between lorenzo and theo because of said love life.

"youre one to talk you are horrible to all of your little toys!" theodore argued back , glaring at mattheo who only shrugged.

"yeah and im not madly in love with 'my little toys'." mattheo chuckled as theodore clenched his fist tightly.

"so what do you all suggest i do then?! ive tried leaving her alone before but it just meant she paid no attention to me-" theodore was cut off by a sarcastic draco.

"God forbid the girl youve bullied for years pays no attention to you when you finally stop bullying her."

"fuck off malfoy i dont bully her i just...tease her."

"if thats teasing then whats your definition of bullying." mattheo laughed to himself.

"can you all just piss off! help me!" theodore exclaimed in desperation , seeking the advice of his bored friends.

"start flirting with her. throw in a love note or two, girls love that mate." blaise said.

"or! how about something oh so simple - start being nice?!" pansy let out with confusion having heard the boys overcomplicate something so simple.

----

so thats exactly what theodore nott did.

the next door you stayed alert as you walked through the corridors to breakfast , preparing for water or frogs to rain down on you at any second.

so when they didnt come down and theodore nott didnt run past you cackling loudly , a small skip was put in your step and a soft smile plastered on your brightening face.

"someone bubbly today!" lorenzo said with a grin as he came up ro walk besides you , an arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you in close.

"sure am! im dry! like actually dry!" you grinned happily as lorenzo admired the once in a life time joy that your face held.

"what do you mean - you sound crazy?" lorenzo laughed as you only shrugged with the same smile.

"nott has usually soaked me in water or some kind of spell by now , but im actually fine! the spawn of satan is nowhere to be seen!" you left lorenzos arm to skip through the door of the great hall , the fluffy haired boy laughing behind you.

"hi everyoneee~!" you sang out softly as you sat down on the wooden bench across from lisa , luna and cho , sitting besides padma.

they all stared at you oddly , confusion laying on the furrow of their brows , "are you okay?..." chos thick accent rang out in your ears.

"im absolutely perfect, have you guys noticed anything?" you asked joyfully.

"well it certainly feels like we should have-" luna started softly before you cut her off.

"im dry! and i dont have green hair , or purple eyes and im not crying!" you beamed brightly , hugging padmas side as she hesitantly patted your back , exchanging looks of shock with the other girls.

"thats great y/n - but im confused-" lisa said as you stopped her by grabbing her hand and squeezing it excitedly.

"theodore nott has left me alone!" you shouted with happiness , gaining some judging looks from those around you, not that you cared right.

all of the girls faces relaxed with realisation letting out soft 'ooh!'s and gasps , before grinning just like you.

"this is amazing news , no more nott!" lisa cheered happily as you all laughed.

"this calls for celebration." luna stated softly , reaching into her pocket and pulling out a chocolate bar , "its muggle chocolate harry gave me. no better occasion than now to have it."

you all smiled and thanked the blonde girl as she passed out some chocolate to each out you.

you let yourself release a small sigh of contentment before a small piece of parchment landed on your empty plate.

all of you fell into an eery silence as you stared at the piece of paper , every one of you recognising the cursive writing to be theodore notts.

you gulped harshly as padma gasped , all of you silently processing the dreaded appearance of the note.

slowly and reluctantly , you grabbed the note , unfolding it in your hands.

' Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. - T.N '

you released the note from your hard clutch as the words sunk in. EW!! EW EW EW. you had never gotten such a feeling of ickyness before. theodore nott has written down a shakespeare sonnet and addressed it to you?!

"i feel sick!" you let out loudly as your friends scrambled to grab the note and read it , padma rubbing your back in comfort having already read it over your shoulder.

"its not that bad y/n its...romantic.." padma said with hesitation.

"romantic?! padma , im going to throw up and ive not even had the luxury of eating my breakfast yet!!" you let out in horror.

cho , luna and lisa across from you put the paper down on the table , exchanging glances and holding back loud laughs.

"i mean...atleast its not a bucket of cold water?" cho tried to reason quietly.

----

ever since the note hit your plate , your day had been consumed by pure terror. your face pale and your eyes dazed as you soullessly walked the halls to your last lesson of the day , potions with the slytherins.

"y/n, it truly isnt so bad , ive never been sent a love note before.." padma tried to reason and leve your disgusted and angered state.

"thats great for you, i really wish i could say the same!" you shivered as you remembered the words on the parchment.

lisa and padma laughed lightly as you bit back your own laughed , standing in front of the potions door with hesitation, "got to face the devil guys, theodore nott."

"the devil that wrote down a sonnet and gave it to you!" lisa teased as your whole face twisted with disgust , shivers running through your body.

"lets get this over with." you sighed as the other two girls nodded sadly and opened the girls, both of them walking over to your usual group of tables.

you went to greet lorenzo, your usual potions partner , and pull out your chair before seeing mattheo riddle sitting in it.

"well hello summer!" he said with a teasing grin.

"my name isnt summer-" you asked with confusion before realising his reference to the sonnet, "shut up riddle and get out of my seat!"

him and lorenzo laughed before mattheo shook his head with a smug smile , "im afraid i cant do that summer , but would you look at that! theres a free seat besides theo!"

your eyes darted around the room , searching for a better alternative , but there wasnt one , the only seat was besides theo and snape could be heard storming down the hallways towards the room. snape would go off if you werent sat down upon is entry , so you simply ran to the seat besides theodore and sat down just in time.

"hi-" theo started happily before being cut off by snapes monotone voice.

"open your textbooks to page 509 , if you dont have your textbook, detention." snape stated simply as mattheo sighed , knowing he didnt have his textbook.

the whole lesson had gone on painfully slow , theodore seeming to get closer to you every minutes , his arm touching yours and his knee brushing yours under the table. you were desperate to leave this room.

so when 50 minutes later snape said how disappointed he is in your class' work and stormed out of the room , you jumped from your chair and began to pack your bag along with everyone else.

your actions were cut short , when a now standing theodore placed a note on your side of the table.

you stared at it in silence , the same cursive words spelling your name and folded parchment as this morning.

".....get this off my desk nott!" you seethed, catching the attention of lots of your remaining classmates.

"why? i wrote it for you so read it." he said , with a light blush , avoiding your eyes by packing his bag.

"either get it off your chest right here , right now - or leave me be! i dont want your stupid love notes!!" you shouted at him , the boys jaw clenching.

he swiftly turned around , so quickly and so close to you that you stumbled a few steps back , "i love you!"

the whole room fell into a deep silence , the tension thick and the harsh stares blinding.

"w.....what?!-" you asked in pure surprise , frozen and feet glued to the ground.

"i love you and i have done for ages , im just shit at showing it! blaise told me girls like love notes and i was stupid enough to believe him!" theodore let out quickly , his nervous state echoing through his rushed words.

"dont blame me-" blaise muttered before being smacked on the arm by a completely invested pansy.

"you...dont joke about stuff like that nott i knew you were horrible but this? this is fucking cruel!" you shouted at him , tears building in your eyes as you grabbed your bag and stormed out.

theodore watched in horror as you walked out , crying silently , he ran out after you abandoning his bag and leaving your fellow potions students in shock.

"that was better than the movies!" mattheo laughed loudly , breaking the silence in the room.

---

"y/n!" theo shouted after you as you stomped through the empty dungeons, desperately trying to escape to the comfort of your dorm.

"y/n!" theo shouted again, both of you beginning to fully sprint down the corridor.

"fuck off nott!" your voice broke as you shouted and ran.

though none of it was worth it as the boy grabbed your hand and pushed you to the wall in the most gentle way possible , using his hands besides your head and his body to cage you.

"let me go!" you screeched ,as the boy simply stared down at you.

"y/n whats wrong-"

"whats wrong?! WHATS WRONG?!" you screamed as he winced , "you bullied me for 5 years and now one sudden day , you love me?! and you think im going to be okay with that! who told you?!"

your last words caught the boy off guard , as he looked up from the floor and gaped at you , confused , "what do you mean who told me?-"

"that i used to have some stupid crush on you - thats why right?!" you seethed with anger as theos jaw dropped to the floor , staring at you.

"you have a crush on me-?"

"had! had a crush on you!" you said bitterly as he broke out into a grin.

"i- i dont know what to say , i had no idea." he said as your face paled.

you had just told theodore that you had a crush on him....definitely just had.

"i-...haha , i was just joking ha ha!" you forced out a fake laugh as he grinned at you , grabbing your face softly.

"im so sorry for everything i ever did to you i just...i just wanted your attention." he said quietly , looking down ashamed.

"i dont know if i can forgive you, youve made me miserable for years theodore." his eyes glassed over at your works , "but maybe i could give you a chance to change..."

he beamed with a smile reminiscent to the one you had this morning as he hugged you happily.

"i promise , ill only ever make you smile summer."

you cringed at his use of the nickname and pushed the happy boy off you , "dont get ahead of yourself , im simply giving you a second chance and - dont ever call me summer again."

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sinkovia · 3 months

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Coffee Shop: Final Part

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

You work at a small cafe that Simon starts visiting when he’s not deployed.

Coffee shop Masterlist

One year time skip...

You were curled up next to Simon, the soft glow of the TV illuminating the cozy living room. Riley, was sleeping contentedly on his plush bed nearby.

“Sweetheart?” Simon's voice broke the comfortable silence.

“Yeah?” You turned your gaze to him, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

“Let’s move in together.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt a rush of excitement and joy flood through you.

"Really? Like actually?" your voice filled with disbelief and happiness.

Simon's gaze met yours, his expression serious yet tender. He reached out, cupping your cheek with his hand, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

"Dead serious, love," he affirmed. "We already spend the night at each other's houses all the time, I think it would be a step in the right direction… but only if you're ready love."

You leaned into his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch. His lips met yours in a soft, reassuring kiss.

"No pressure, sweatheart" he added, his voice filled with sincerity. "If you're not ready, I understand."

You couldn't help but laugh at his words, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Cupping his face in your hands, you looked into his eyes, your heart overflowing with love.

"Si, I've been beating myself up the entire week trying to figure out how to ask you. Of course, I would love to," you confessed, a wide smile spreading across your face.

Simon's eyes grew with happiness as he returned your smile, his lips meeting yours in another soft kiss.

“Wait, what about your house? Are you renting or buying?” you asked, your brows furrowing with concern.

Simon let out a sigh, running a hand over his face. “Bloody hell, I’m buyin,”

You thought for a moment, considering his options. “Are any of your friends looking for a house?” you suggested, hoping to find a solution.

Simon leaned back, contemplating your suggestion. “Kyle mentioned settling down a few times,” he mused, his fingers tracing absent-minded circles on your leg.

“Maybe he could move into the house and pay you the monthly payments until the house is fully paid off,” you proposed, the idea forming more clearly in your mind.

Simon's gaze softened as he considered your proposal. “That could work, I could talk to him about it. See if he’s interested.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. Leaning into Simon's comforting presence, you rested your head in his lap as he gently massaged the back of your neck.

That night, Simon called Gaz and had a lengthy conversation with him on the phone, discussing the details of the plan you had suggested.

Gaz agreed that it was a perfect arrangement. He loved the area and the house, and he had been considering settling down but hadn't found the right place until now. The prospect of living just a few houses down from his friend and his lovely girlfriend was perfect.

A few weeks later, Kyle flew into town with Johnny. As you heard a knock on your door, you hurriedly walked over, peeking through the peephole and breaking into a wide smile when you saw the two familiar faces. Opening the door, you greeted them with open arms.

"It’s so nice to see you guys again," you exclaimed, wrapping your arms tightly around both of them.

"Ah, it's good to see you too, lass! Is Simon treating you well?" Johnny joked, a playful glint in his eye.

You laughed and motioned for them to come inside. "He's the best," you replied sincerely.

Riley bounded up to Kyle, jumping up and licking his face enthusiastically. "You missed me, bud? You gonna see me around a lot more," Kyle laughed, scratching behind Riley's ears as he wagged his tail happily.

Simon emerged from the room and greeted the boys. You watched fondly as they moved over to the couch to catch up. Meanwhile, you busied yourself in the kitchen, arranging the pastries you had baked the day before onto a plate. With a satisfied smile, you carried the plate over to the table and set it down.

"Oh, y/n, ya spoil us," Johnny remarked, his eyes lighting up as he reached for a pastry and took a bite.

"Yer have any friends who bake as well as you do?" he asked between bites.

You laughed, shaking your head. "I don't really have friends, but my coworker makes some mean cookies. I could hook you up with her if you don't mind that she's in her fifties."

"Give me her number, lass. I don't mind milfs," Kyle laughed, patting Johnny's back as he nodded eagerly.

You laughed and shook your head as you made your way back to the kitchen to pour some tea. After pouring the tea into mugs, you carried the tray back to the table, where Kyle wasted no time in grabbing a cup.

Smiling, you settled down on the single sofa next to them, enjoying the warmth of their company. The conversation flowed easily as you caught up and indulged in the pastries.

After spending around an hour talking and laughing, you all rose from the table, ready to head over to Kyle’s new home. You and Simon had spent the last couple of days clearing it out, moving the few things he had into your home.

Simon handed Kyle the keys, and he unlocked the door, smiling at his new home. As you peeked outside and noticed no moving truck or boxes, you couldn't help but ask, "When is the moving truck coming? Or did you ship all your belongings here?"

Kyle awkwardly laughed and scratched the back of his neck, "The suitcase has all my belongings in it. I usually stayed on base or in apartments, so I don't have any furniture."

You glanced at Simon and smiled, he shook his head knowing what you were about to say, “Bloody hell sweetheart.” you only laughed and pulled up a picture of Ross on your phone.

"I know this amazing store that has everything you could possibly need for your house for a really good price."

Simon patted Kyle’s back, chiming in, "Trust me, mate, she isn't joking."

And so, the four of you got into Simon's car and drove down to Ross. As soon as you entered the store, Kyle and Johnny wandered off with wide eyes, marveling at everything. You and Simon grabbed a cart for Kyle, following him around.

He led you to the furniture aisle, where you helped him select a nightstand, some bar stools, a coffee table, and a few lamps, all of which found their way into the cart.

"Are you more of a movie or book person? This bookshelf looks nice," you remarked, pointing to a sleek black three teir bookshelf. Kyle wasted no time adding it to the growing collection in the cart. You laughed, and Simon shook his head in amusement.

"Do they have dining tables here?" Kyle turned and asked as you both walked into the decor aisle. "They sometimes do, but I think they're sold out. Simon actually has a dining table and a large sofa he bought last year when he moved in. We were going to donate them, but you could keep them if you like," you suggested.

"Sounds perfect," he flashed a grateful smile as he continued to browse through the aisle, picking out items for his coffee table and some basic decor. You helped him pick a few candles before wandering off to find Johnny, leaving Kyle to explore the store further.

You made your way to the food section and spotted Johnny with a cart filled with food, snacks, and toys for Riley. Just as you were about to approach him, you noticed him talking to a girl. Trying to appear nonchalant, you pretended to look at some pesto sauce on the shelf nearby.

You overheard her asking Johnny if he was from around the area, and he mentioned he was from Scotland, just visiting.

"Really? My parents are actually from Scotland," the girl exclaimed.

"No way, lass. Where are they from?" Johnny replied, his face lighting up with interest. She shared her family's origins, and Johnny seemed surprised to learn that her town was only a few minutes away from his own.

Simon came into the isle and was about to interrupt when you grabbed his hand and harshly yanked him towards you.

“Love what’s wrong-“ you quietly shushed him and motioned towards Johnny. Simon picked up a box of crackers and pretended to read it as he listened in.

"Could I give you my number?" the girl asked, and you exchanged a glance with Simon.

"I'd be a damn fool to say no, lassie," Johnny replied with a grin.

After she wrote her number down and left the aisle, you and Simon approached Johnny, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Thought you were into milfs," you teased, earning a laugh from him.

"She's from Scotland, can you believe that?" he shared with excitement. You smiled and nodded.

"I'm happy for you, Johnny. I hope things work out with her," you said, giving him a supportive pat on the back. Johnny's smile widened, and he thanked you sincerely.

"Thank you, lass. Means a lot,"

You glanced into Johnny's cart and noticed an array of snacks, including a bag of dried bananas. Simon couldn't help but comment, holding up the bag with disdain.

"Bloody hell, Johnny, you actually eat this?"

"Dried bananas are good, L.t.,"

Simon shook his head in disbelief. "Out your damn mind, Johnny. Looks like chicken shit."

Johnny just laughed and grabbed a bag of beetroot chips. "These beetroot chips are amazing too, and look at the price! Can't believe I've never heard of Ross. Wish they had this back home."

You picked up a jar of pasta sauce from Johnny's cart and inspecting it with a grin.

Hopefully, he doesn't get sick; there's no expiration date on the jar.

Simon went off to find Kyle, while you made your way to the pet aisle to browse for new collars for Missy and Riley.

Simon texted you that they were at the register up front and asked you to grab Johnny on your way there. You searched the food aisle but couldn't find him, so you wandered through the store until you spotted him in the clothing section.

"Find some clothes you like?" you asked, amused, as he showed you a "Scotland Forever" shirt.

"Yeah, can you believe they had this in clearance?" he exclaimed, showing off the find.

You laughed, "Yeah, I can actually.”

“It was the only one and in my size. I call it fate."

"Simon and Kyle are up front paying if you wanna show them your new find. I'm sure they'll love it,"

Heading to the front, you used the self-checkout since you only had two items. Afterward, you stood next to Simon, showing him the new collars you'd picked up for Missy and Riley.

"Those are nice, sweetheart," Simon said, planting a kiss on the top of your head and wrapping his arm around you as you waited for Johnny to finish paying.

Once everyone was done, you all piled into the car, and Simon made a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner.

Simon glanced at his watch. "I'll be back in twenty minutes,"

You all hummed in acknowledgment, and as he left, you pulled out your phone and turned towards the boys in the back seat. "Wanna play 'What am I?’"

Johnny sat up, intrigued. "How do you play?"

"I'll lift my phone and put it up to my forehead," you explained, "and you guys have to give me vague words on what I am. No sounds, only descriptions. Whoever guesses what they are in under thirty seconds gets a point."

Kyle leaned in, his interest piqued. "What do we get if we win?"

You hummed in thought. "Tea and pastries from the cafe on me."

"Oh, you're on," Kyle rubbed his hands together and smiled.

As Simon grabbed the items he needed to make burgers and jalapeno poppers, he quickly checked out and walked back to his car. But as soon as he opened the door, he was met with chaotic yelling from you and the boys inside.

"You stab people!" Johnny exclaimed.

"Michael Myers?" you guessed.

"You kill people while they sleep!" Kyle yelled.

"RICHARD RAMIERIZ!" You yelled out pointing your finger.

"YOU KILL KIDS LASS!" Johnny screamed as he waved his hands back and forth.

"JOHN WAYNE GACEY!?" You yelled out with a smile while Kyle shook his head and tried to make stabbing hand motions towards Johnny.

"KNIVES FOR FINGERS!" Johnny clapped his hands.

"FREDDY—" You were about to say freddy krueger, but the timer on the phone rang out, cutting you off. You sighed in frustration, realizing you needed one more point to win since you were tied with Johnny.

"I won! You bloody keeches," Johnny declared triumphantly, using a term you had never heard before.

"What kind of explanations were those? You cheater!" you retorted.

"Aye, I may be a killer, but I ain't no cheater," Johnny protested. "And who the hell is John Wayne Gacy?" Kyle sat in the back, laughing at the argument between you and Johnny, while Simon stood half in the car and half out, wearing a confused expression on his face.

Simon finally sat down in the car and closed the door, handing Kyle the grocery bags. "What in the hell are you lot arguing about?" he asked, bemused, as you pointed your finger at Johnny, accusing him of cheating at the game you were playing. Johnny, in turn, pointed his finger at you, claiming he won fair and square.

Simon just shook his head and smiled the entire way home while the two of you continued to go back and forth. His life was good, and he couldn't ask for more, even as he listened to the playful bickering in the car.

When you arrived at Kyle’s house, you helped unload the car and set everything in the living room.

Simon pulled you into the hallway while Kyle and Johnny were taking everything out of the bags. His hand went to your cheek, and he gently pressed his lips to yours.

“I love you, sweetheart,”

You smiled, leaning into his touch and bringing your hand up to rest over his. “I love you too, Si,” you replied, feeling the warmth of his affection.

Simon's heart swelled every time he heard those words from you or the affectionate nickname you used. You had changed his outlook on life, bringing a sense of fulfillment he hadn't known before.

Both of you were smiling as you walked back into the living room. Kyle was rearranging his furniture while Johnny washed the new pots and pans he had bought.

“Are you going to start on dinner?” you asked Simon, looking up at him.

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll have Johnny help me. Maybe you can help Kyle?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you agreed, eager to lend a hand.

You spent the next hour helping Kyle arrange things, offering opinions on placements, and helping him move furniture around to find the perfect setup. Meanwhile, Johnny and Simon were in the kitchen, cooking up some burgers and jalapeño poppers.

After all the rearranging was done, you and Kyle sat down on the couch with a sigh, admiring the work you had accomplished together.

“You know, you have good style,” you remarked, breaking the silence.

“Thanks, y/n. I appreciate you helping me out,” He replied, smiling.

You returned his smile and sat up, “Of course, I had a lot of fun.”

“Can you help set the table, love?” Simon called out from the kitchen, and you nodded, getting up and walking over to assist. You grabbed the new plate set Kyle had bought and arranged them on the table, while Kyle fetched the silverware and napkins. Johnny joined in, bringing over a pitcher of lemonade to complete the table setting.

The atmosphere around the table was lively as you all dug into the delicious spread laid out before you. Plates filled with juicy hamburgers and crispy jalapeño poppers adorned the table, and the aroma of the sizzling food filled the air.

You took a bite of the burger and couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. "These burgers are amazing, Si. You've really outdone yourself," you said, casting a warm smile in Simon's direction.

Simon grinned proudly at your compliment. "Thank you, love." he replied, a hint of satisfaction evident in his voice.

Meanwhile, Kyle turned his attention to the jalapeño poppers, his curiosity piqued. "How did you make these poppers? They're pretty damn good,"

Johnny grinned proudly, "Glad you like them. You know, I've got a secret recipe for those poppers."

Kyle laughed, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I still can't believe you know how to cook. It's like finding out a lion knows how to knit."

"Hey, don't underestimate my culinary skills. I'm a man of many talents." Kyle rolled his eyes and turned to you.

“Johnny tried baking something at the base, and let me tell you, it smelled like something bloody died."

"That was my scotch pie, and it was good."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "Scotch pie? Never heard of that. Sounds like typical Scottish mystery food to me."

Johnny shot back with a laugh. "Oh, please. And here's a Brit talking about mystery food. Ye have beans on toast as a delicacy, and your national dish is curry. And don't even get me started on your lack of seasonin." You and Kyle laughed out, while Johnny smugly smiled knowing he won the argument.

As Simon sat around the table with you, Kyle, and Johnny, a sense of contentment washed over him. The sound of laughter filled the air, mingling with the aroma of the food and the warmth of your presence. He watched as you and Kyle engaged in conversation, your laughter ringing like music to his ears.

In that moment, Simon's gaze drifted to you, his heart swelling with affection. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he admired the way you lit up the room with your presence. He couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for having you in his life, for the love that had blossomed between you.

Never in his wildest dreams had Simon imagined himself sitting at this table, surrounded by the woman he loves and his closest friends and teammates. It was a surreal moment, one that filled him with a profound sense of happiness and fulfillment.

As he looked around at the faces of those he held dear, Simon felt a deep sense of peace wash over him. He was grateful for the life he had built, for the bonds he had forged, and for the love that had transformed his world.

The love he feels for you radiates from his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the happiness you bring into his life. Despite the challenges and uncertainties he faces as a soldier, in this moment, everything feels right.

In that moment, Simon couldn't ask for more. He was content, he was at peace, and he was in love. And as he savored the company of the people he cared for most, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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noyoyoy · 4 months

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The Reunion

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Male sleepy reader

Maybe a series?? Not sure, let me know if you want me to continue this.

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Growing up with M/n, Simon knew how much it took to wake M/n up, it was damn near impossible. He slept all the time.

For the little while Simon went to school he met a wonderful boy with H/c hair and E/c eyes, droopy eyes that always looked tired, a slightly pouty frown when he rested his face. Simon didn’t understand why he was so tired all the time, but he did know that he would become the boys personal pillow. M/n slept. Constantly. To say he was always tired was an understatement.

He slept anytime and anywhere, falling asleep in the span of 5 seconds. In class, on the bleachers, a bench, a tree branch, on Simon, you name it, he slept there. They consisted of small naps, normally lasting the whole class hour until someone woke him and he had to go to his next class, that someone was always Simon. Simon and he grew very close, despite the sleepy boy rarely being awake, he trusted Simon, a lot.

When Simon stopped showing up to school, M/n noticed. He noticed more than anyone else (mainly because Sinon had no friends other than M/n.) M/n was worried. He didn’t exactly have a phone to text him with, and he doubted Simon had one either. He missed him. He slept more and more, sometimes skipping school just to sleep, hoping that when he woke up Simon would be back next to him, his head resting on his shoulder. But that never happened. He never saw Simon again.

That was until he joined the military. Shocking, I’m aware, the boy who slept in class and just barely passed school due to his friends, joining into the military.. yep. He heard Simon talking about it one time he wasn’t asleep, he guessed Simon thought he was. M/n was aware that Simon didn’t have a great home life, but when je heard his family had been slaughtered and he was missing, his mind went into overdrive. ‘What happened to him?’ ‘Is he okay’ ‘how did this happen’ he thought everything at once and he didn’t know how to get an answer.

He wasn’t in the 141, no. He wasn’t THAT good, he still slept a lot. His code name eventually becoming ‘Sleepy’ he met Simon again when the 141 requested he be sent over for a mission, he was the top ranking of his ‘class’ so it was only fitting that when they requested the strongest, sleepy was sent. They weren’t impressed when he showed up though, the uninterested pout he had at all times, his slight eye bags, well it wasn’t a surprise he was called sleepy. Ghost.. well Ghost caught his attention.

Those brown doe eyes, dark but also soft under that mask. He’d recognize those eyes anywhere. Wasn’t Simon dead? He lost hope after he heard the news, being killed after being kidnapped, but that didn’t exactly cause him to just up and leave the military. You work in years of 4 you can’t just up and leave anyway. Just because he slept didn’t mean that he wasn’t perceptive. He noticed everything, even the slight tense of Ghosts muscles when he introduced himself.

“I’m M/n L/n. Code name: Sleepy. Pleasure to be working with the best of the best.” He said, his tone was firm but also sluggish, it was clear that he didn’t want to be there. Ghost knew he’d much rather be sleeping.

After he was shown where he’d be staying, he walked up to Prices office again. Knocking on the door with a “Captain, it’s sleepy.” “Come in” price repeated to him voice muffled by the door between them. Opening the door he noticed Simon, ghost, standing to the side of him. “I hope I’m not interrupting?” M/n said with a small raise of his brow. “Of course not, would’ve let you in if you were.” Price said, glancing at the man in the Skull mask before looking back at the man. “You need anything?” “I did, however I’ll just come back at a later time when it’s just you in here.” M/n said and looked at Ghost. “I can step out.” Ghost said, standing up and walking past him. That voice.. the same just deeper, gruffer, he missed hearing it.

“Could’ve said goodbye Simon.” He let slip. Freezing when he realized he said it out loud. He felt the aura in the room change, the sound of his shoes coming to an abrupt stop. Prices voice hitching in his throat, thinking he let in a traitor no doubt.

“What did you just call me.”

#artists on tumblr #simon riley x male reader #male reader #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #ghost cod

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yoonbroom · 9 months

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TOMORROW X TOGETHER FIC RECS

a list of TXT fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! now onto the recs ↓

CHOI SOOBIN

IT'S YOU!! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT!!! - @koqabear

oneshot, fluff, angst, friends to lovers

Witty jokes? Didn’t really work. Pick up lines? Been there, done that. Now he probably just thinks you’re corny. These are two of many (many) methods that you used to try and get Choi Soobin, your classmate, your friend, and your husband (though he doesn’t know it yet) to notice you. Come on Soobin!!! You’re practically throwing yourself at him and yet, nothing. Is he blind, or just a robot? It’s time to find out.

FAIRY OF SHAMPOO - @02chois

series, fluff, idol au, friends to lovers, smau

soobin found his own fairy of shampoo. the one that makes him smile whenever they show up on screen, and even manages to brighten up his day whenever he's upset. but this feels a little familiar, isn't it? he hopes it won't be like the song they released. he wants to be able to face the fairy that casted a spell on him without the screen between them.

CHOI YEONJUN

JUST A LITTLE TIPSY! - @aakomii

oneshot, fluff, established relationship, idol au

Taehyun calling you to pick up your wasted boyfriend after their videoshoot with Suga!

SOFT MOMENTS WITH YEONJUN - @blue-jisungs

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

"Hihii!! Your writings are so incredibly good like you deserve to be one of the big 3 writers of kpop fanfic dead serious here. Can i request random moments with idol yeonjun!! In the dorm, practice room, with the members. Just random moments while dating yeonjun :))"

CHOI BEOMGYU

ATTENTION - @/aakomii

oneshot, fluff, college

Everyone and their mama knows about Beomgyu’s massive crush on you. Even you do, but you’ve never given the poor boy a chance. He’s not complaining though, he loves the chase and you love the attention.

ETERNALLY - @h4chi

series, fluff, angst, fake dating, friends to lovers, idol au, smau

yn works as a producer for the companies BigHit and SM. one day she founds herself victim of a dating scandal, but what will happen when she agrees with her company to a dating rumor?

LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU... - @wildernessuntothemselves

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, royalty

You go into your arranged marriage already distrusting your husband and all other men, and despite him repeatedly attempting to gain your favor, you are resolved to rebuke him at every turn. Will you manage to keep up the walls you’ve built to protect yourself, or will prince Beomgyu succeed in getting through your defenses?

HOW TO GET THE GIRL - @ijhyo

oneshot, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, college

lee chaeryeong is the most sought after girl in your school. everyone has fallen victim to her charms, including choi beomgyu and it is no surprise that he wants to try and win her over. what is a surprise is that he came to you for help considering that one: you have never spoken to him in your life, and two: you have no connection to chaeryeong at all. well, except for your beginners music composition class.

TOTALLY UNLABELED KISS - @heart2beom

oneshot, fluff, best friends to lovers

in which you and beomgyu teeter between being normal best friends and well...best friends who makeout from time to time.

KANG TAEHYUN

태현 소프트 시간 ⟡ [8:26 AM] - @kazmura

drabble, fluff, est relationship

"As the sun's gentle rays streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, you slowly stirred awake, greeted by the peaceful stillness of the morning. The soft sheets tangled around your body, and you shifted slightly, feeling the weight of Taehyun's arm draped over your waist, holding you close in a comforting embrace."

HERO - @btxtreads

series, fluff, angst, idol, samu

"Heavily based off of the Disney Channel Original Movie “Starstruck”

OMG - @eundiarys

series, fluff, angst, idol au, smau, fake dating

in which — yn who just debuted gets into a dating scandal with one of the most famous group members because of a misunderstanding and is forced to fake date with him. what happens if it isn’t as bad as she thinks? and and what if she finds comfort with him? (❗️ — dia’s jueun is used to potray yn! )

SEASONS (WAITING ON YOU) - @noramoons

oneshot, fluff, angst, college

when your high school sweetheart choi yeonjun is off to grad school, you aren’t too worried about how your relationship will last—but your favorite coworker, kang taehyun, is. OR: a study in the seasons of loving and losing choi yeonjun—and how you put yourself back together afterwards.

HUENING KAI

LONELY BOY WILL STAY LONELY? - @awmancreeper

series, fluff, angst, idol au, enemies to lovers

StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

want recs for other groups? check out my navigation → here!

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dongfuck · 1 year

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Does He Know? - l.jn, l.dh

pairing: bf!jeno x fem!reader x sneaky link!haechan

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: cliffhanger ending, cheating, haechan centric, semi-public sex (car sex), exhibitionism, oral (f), temperature play, unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight anal (just fingering), mentioning other’s name during sex, masturbation, slight sexting, smoking (weed), nipple-play (m), handjob, ‘just the tip’, public make out

wc: 8k

note: inspired by swedish house mafia and the weeknd’s moth to a flame. and yes, i did change the banner. also, if the ending seems a little lost or off, try going on the web and reading it there. tumblr’s a shithead sometimes.

recommended songs: a spotify playlist.

Your lips moved in sync with Jeno’s as your hand roamed through his soft hair. At this very moment with your boyfriend all over you, your mind couldn’t help but wander elsewhere. What is he doing now? Is he thinking of me too? Is he hooking up with someone? You immediately shook your head in hopes of getting rid of the ridiculous thoughts your mind was creating on its own. Just then, you felt Jeno pull away from the kiss with both his hands cupping your jaw. “What’s wrong?” His thumb rubbed smooth circles on your delicate skin in concern. “Nothing. I’m sorry…” Your eyes gazed to the wardrobe on your right, avoiding his. “No, it’s okay… We can stop if you don’t want to.” You swore you could hear a hint of disappointment laced in his voice but it was too faint for you to be a hundred percent sure.

Nodding your head slowly, Jeno shifted his position to beside you before turning on the lamp by your bedside, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable… Let’s go to bed?” his right hand caressed yours softly. “Yeah.” In the middle of the night, at around a quarter to twelve, you’ve found yourself awake with a snoring Jeno next to you. It was a habit, you could say. Waking up in the dead of night, grabbing your phone from the nightstand which you made sure was placed on Do Not Disturb, and opening the messaging app. You couldn’t pinpoint when exactly the whole ordeal happened. It wasn’t like you planned for it to happen but sometimes, sometimes, you get a little too greedy.

Your gaze shifted towards the boy next to you warily before typing away on your phone. He was awake. He always is. There wasn’t a time he wouldn’t reply to your texts or calls. Most of the time, you wonder why you were doing this. Is it right? Obviously it was not, but you were in denial. You wanted to believe what you were doing was right when you know it was not. Your fingers typed away without a care for the world and you felt almost as if you were being controlled. He had a hold on you that was impossible to release yourself from. Suddenly, as if you were shot with an arrow of realisation, your thumb hovered over the send button and your eyes flashed to the words ‘Online’ under his saved contact. This was wrong. You believed it was wrong. There was no denying anymore. It was wrong.

Almost immediately, you switched off your phone before slamming it screen first onto the nightstand and forcing yourself to sleep.

The next day was a blur. You’d caught Haechan staring at you with a look of disbelief plastered on his face. You’d avoided him all day. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that it was over. That you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Needless to say, you were scared of him. You knew what he was capable of and you weren’t going to risk yourself any further. Walking around aimlessly through the halls of your campus, you looked around frantically for your best friend, Kia. Your eyes trailed everywhere through the building that suddenly seems all too big and stuffy for you. A hand was placed at the side of your head, feeling all of sudden lightheaded and dizzy. You blinked multiple times before sprinting to the nearest restroom.

Both your hands found their place by the sink as you gazed at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were red, lips glazed with saliva and eyes drowsy. You didn’t know your purpose here. Were you about to throw up? Or maybe your mind was simply just creating a reason for you to end up in the restroom. Turning the tap on, you pooled the running water in the palms of your hands that you took off the sink before splashing the liquid onto your face. The water was icy cold and you could feel your vision going blurry. There wasn’t an explainable reason for it though. Suddenly, as if you’ve finally gained your conscious, your eyes were clear again and you were no longer feeling the aching pain in your head.

“Surprising to find you in the men’s.” Your head whipped to the voice that was coming from your right. “Haechan.” You controlled the tremble in your voice. Though, it was hard not to notice it. “That’s me. Mind giving me the pleasure of knowing why you’re in here?” He was inching closer to you. You didn’t care to notice though. “I entered the wrong restroom. So if you’ll excuse me—” You attempted on making your way to the exit door but no way was Haechan going to let you go this easily after you quite literally ignored him last night. He took steps to block you from walking any further when you’ve reached less than a foot away from the door.

You avoided his piercing gaze from above you and looked everywhere but him. “People’ll come in.” You stated. “I’ll lock the door.” Right then, you heard a click coming from the door indicating the lock was flicked. “We shouldn’t be doing this in the restroom. Mind you, public restroom.” You emphasised on the word ‘public’ with a stare into his eyes. “Oh we’re not going anywhere.” Haechan’s right hand found itself in the dip on your waist as he pulled you closer to his heated body. “Then say what you have to say and get it over with. I have psychology.” You placed a hand between the both of you on his chest to keep a safe distance between you two. There was an amused chuckle coming from the boy by you that made you curious.

“No you don’t. I take psychology with you.” All of sudden, you felt your cheeks flare up at the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. “Just talk.” The voice you let out was small and almost hushed but he was grateful to have heard it. “What happened,” There was a pause before he continued, “last night?” You could’ve lied and pretended you didn’t have a clue as to what he was talking about and you believe you should’ve. But something in the way he looked at you and tightened his grip on your waist has you showing more than just a reaction. “I’m done.” It was the truth. It really was. But once the words leave your mouth, you felt like you were telling a lie. “You are?” He was bemused, you could tell. Maybe even in disbelief. “I am.”

You glanced above to stare at his confused expression. Haechan was obviously puzzled. Probably because no one’s said something similar to him before. It’s always him who ends things. “That’s new.” His eyebrows raised and dropped with an upside-down smile on his face, “Are you sure though?” that question echoed through your head endlessly. Were you? Were you sure? A lump in your throat was swallowed when you thought about it. At this, you could hear Haechan’s signature mocking chuckle filling the empty restroom. “You’re not.” He took one of his free hands and held your wrist that was still firmly placed on his chest and brought it to his lips before giving it a lewdly romantic kiss that you would almost be jealous of.

“You need me,” He kissed the inner part of your forearm as his eyes shut in ecstasy teasingly. “and I need you.” You couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or if he was simply manipulating you but nonetheless, that was the least of your concerns at the moment. As the two of you were caught in the heat of the moment, there was an ear-piercing bang of the locked door followed by what sounds like a pissed man. “Open the fucking door you motherfucker! I need to pee!” He ended his rage with three bangs on the door before Haechan turned to look at you with horror. With a hushed voice, he said, “In here.” he pushed you to one of the empty stalls before all you could hear was the door getting unlocked and the sound of angry stomping alongside some bickering. Plus, you could also hear what sounds like peeing.

“What in fuck’s sake were you doing in here with the door locked?!” A shuffling of a belt was followed. “Sorry, I didn’t notice it was locked. I just finished taking a shit and heard banging on the door. It wasn’t me I swear.” Your eyebrows furrowed and you rolled your eyes in annoyance at the façade Haechan was putting on. “Well. whether it was or wasn’t you, just don’t do that.” There was the sound of running water and the hand dryer before you assumed the guy left. Huffing out a breath of relief, you waited for Haechan to call you. “He’s gone.” Opening the cubicle door with a peek, you walked out of the it annoyedly.

You made your way to the exit door with no obstacles this time but before you could leave through it, you heard Haechan calling your name from behind you. Rolling your eyes inwardly, you turned your head a little as a sign for him go on. “Meet me at the usual after classes. And don’t make me wait.” You said nothing and left the restroom with a forceful tug at the door. But it wasn’t like it was slammed, it simply retreated to its original place slowly. As you were walking to your next class, you couldn’t help but think about what Haechan’d said barely five minutes ago. Don’t make him wait? Hell yeah I’m gonna make him wait. Might as well ditch him. But you knew it was a bad idea. So you simply made your way into class as none of students seem to care about your entrance. Except for one.

“Babe! Where have you been? You were missing since lunch. Didn’t you check your phone?” Hearing Jeno’s worried tone made you somehow feel guilty and sad but you tried to hide your emotions from showing on your face. Instead, you patted your pockets for your phone knowing damn well you didn’t have it with you. “Sorry, my bag and phone’s with Kia.” Giving him a small frown, you took the seat next to him before giving him a peck on the cheek, “I’m sorry for disappearing like that, Jen.” a small smile was carved on your lips. “I-It’s fine. Just… Don’t do that again.” You could see the hint of blush forming on his smooth cheeks and you failed to hold back a smile at that. “D-Don’t laugh at me!”

Your head was thrown back as strings of moans and curses left your parted lips. You’d met up with Haechan at the park you always go to and somehow, it’d led to him eating you out in his car. Your hands found their way to the locks of his hair before you began tugging on the soft strands. There was a brief moment where you could feel his determination in his movements but that moment left as quick as it arrived. In spite of the moment being so brief that you would almost see it as a simple misuse of strength, you were a hundred and ten percent certain he was determined to prove something. But what was it he wanted to prove? That he’s better than Jeno? You couldn’t quite wrap your head around it, but you also did not care.

So putting that thought to the back of your mind, you opened your eyes to meet his lust-filled ones before spotting the devilish sinful shit-eating smirk on his face. Grinding your hips onto it, you could make out what sounds to be a breathy moan leaving his lips and causing heat to pool between your legs. “Hae-Haechan…” Eyes were being rolled to the back of your head as you could feel your orgasm right around the corner. Haechan’s hum that vibrated around your pussy was what caused you to cum all over his lips making them even wetter than they already were. Kneeling by your knees, he stared at you with eyes that could burn as you take in the way his white button up was a few buttons loose, his necklace that was once tucked into his shirt now sitting exposed on his collarbone. It was starting to become too much for you.

The sight of his cum-covered red lips has you biting on your own as you rubbed your thighs together, smearing the hot liquid around them. “Don’t do that.” Both his hands was placed on your hiked-up knees before patting them with his fingers and letting the cool breeze hit your hot skin again. You breath hitched at the feeling as you gripped on his left arm tightly. “Come on, stop acting like you don’t like it.” He stated with one of the hands that was on your knees now roaming your clothed chest. For a second, you thought it was over. That he was gonna stop and move on. But no. The second his hand left your heated body, he took the cup that was empty of the iced water and was left with just the ice. Taking the lid off, he stuck his hand into the cup before pulling it out with an ice cube in his hand.

“Haechan.” You said warningly. Not in the car. “Just for a while.” Was the last thing he said before he was rubbing the ice onto your wet pussy. His unoccupied palm was placed over your lips to prevent your sounds from being too loud. His rubs began to increase in speed as your legs started to stretch before hiking up again. All of sudden, his movements stopped and the melted ice cube was replaced with a new one but this time, it was placed directly above your gaping hole. You knew where he was going with this. He’d done it countless time before that you’re starting to think he has some sort of ice kink. Pushing the ice cube into you agonisingly slowly, you had to suppress a scream at the feeling of your insides turning numb from the coldness. Haechan kept it inside you as his hands worked their way to undo his jeans before his boxers were pushed to his knees and his cock thrusted into you dry.

“Shit!” You managed to let out when Haechan’s palm was removed from your lips. You could hear the tremble in his voice when he let out the most filthiest groan ever heard. Both his hands found their way by your head as his thrust began growing faster by each passing second. “Fuck, Y/n…” You knew he was feeling the cool of the ice too when the cold liquid began dripping from his balls to the velvet seats. Crying his name was all you’ve been doing for the past fifteen minutes and it wasn’t any different now. Gripping his shoulders painfully, you tried to focus on Haechan’s dick pounding into you but it didn’t help that your mind was suddenly reminded of Jeno. And it was worse when you accidentally cried out your boyfriend’s name.

It was as if time’d stopped and Haechan’s thrusting immediately stilled with a look of disbelief on his face. “Really, Y/n? You’re really thinking of him while I’m literally fucking you in my car? Are you that much of a whore?” His hips began moving once again but this time, it was faster than the previous. In fact, it wasn’t just faster, it was deeper, rougher, and painfuller. “Fuck, Haechan! I’m sorry!” The car was already shaking from the intensity of his rutting but seemingly enough, you actually wouldn’t mind if people saw what you guys were doing. Not that that would be the priority though. “You can never, never compare me to that piece of shit you call your boyfriend. I am always going to be better than him. At everything I do.” His words suddenly left a pang of hurt in your chest. Although he wasn’t talking about you, the way he spoke about your boyfriend made you feel the rage slowly pouring out of you but before it could spill, you quickly bottled it before tossing it to somewhere in your head to be thought about later.

As of now, all you wanted was to get your mind off of shit with Haechan’s cock stuffing you full. So full that you almost didn’t notice your second orgasm approaching. “Don’t. I haven’t came yet.” An annoyed whine left your lips before your grip on his shoulder loosened and drop to his firm arm. You traced the veins on his arm shakily as you heard an extremely loud groan slowly seeping out of him before you came with him. Hard. Unwillingly pulling out of you, Haechan placed his heavy cock on your exposed tummy and you felt the heat radiating from it even after being soaked in ice cold water. The hot liquid began leaking out of you and Haechan had to bite back the urge lick it back into you as he watched the line of white pooling at your asshole.

Reaching a finger over to it, he gathered the line of liquid before stuffing it into your lower hole with a few pump of his fingers. A soft moan could be heard from you as you tightened the grip on his finger. An amused chuckle emitted from the bottom of his throat when he noticed your gesture as he slowly pulled out of you. “Don’t think I’m forgiving you for saying his name and for ignoring me.” Haechan rolled his eyes with a lick of his fingers. Damn. I don’t need your forgiveness anyways. “Is that so?” You hadn’t notice that you’d said it out loud when both your hand was slapped on your mouth. “Is it?” He repeated. This time, he was closer by an inch. “No! Of course not. I was joking.” You smiled nervously at him after your hands were removed from your lips.

“That’s right.”

Sitting at the edge of your bed with your hand stuffed between your thighs as you stared at the pictures Haechan had sent wasn’t the type of ‘productive’ you planned on being today. It all happened so quickly. One time you’re innocently texting him and the next he’s sending you risky images on purpose. Your gaze darted to the white door in your room, making sure it was locked before slowly lying your back onto the soft mattress. A sigh left your lips when your fingers began moving against your clit in smooth circles. The wetness that was smeared around your heat was enough to make your movements easier. Reaching your fingers lower, two digits prodded at your entrance and you let out a dangerous whimper at that, instinctively swatting your head towards the door once again.

Your eyes were shut when your fingers started to slowly sink into your tight hole. At that moment, you were beginning to miss the way Haechan liked to fuck you. Fast and rough. The way his cock fitted inside you so well has you curling your toes in the air. Hiking up your knees, your heels dug into mattress beneath you allowing the comfortable material to dip by an inch. You glanced at the image showed on your phone screen as your fingers moved in faster and more pleasurable motions. Your head was tilted back with an inaudible groan leaving the depth of your throat before you unconsciously clenched against your own fingers.

You could feel your orgasm approaching but somehow, it felt all too far for you to reach. Something was holding it back and you have no idea what it was. You tried to pleasure yourself even more by taking tiny glances of the image of Haechan with every peek but still, you couldn’t cum. After a few minutes of trying to orgasm, you finally gave up with a huff of frustration as you forcefully pulled your fingers out of your abused hole. Sighing, you shut your eyes and took your phone before getting out of the bed and to the bathroom.

The feeling of the hot water dripping across your body has you smiling softly into the liquid as your hands rubbed the foam of soap onto your chest. A hot shower was definitely what you needed after a long, tiring day. Stepping out of the shower, you looked at yourself in the mirror with your head tilted to one side. Would Haechan still like you if he saw you like this? With your hair dripping and you body wet? Curious, you grabbed your phone from next to the sink and held it above your head as you stared at the front camera imitating doe eyes. Pressing the white button at the bottom of the screen, you snapped a photo of you naked with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

You patiently waited for Haechan's reply after having had sent it to him a minute ago with the caption 'was thinking of you'. You knew it was cheesy and corny but you didn't at the moment. You wanted to sound cheesy. The ding in your phone has you immediately opening the messaging app as you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Smiling ear to ear, you read Haechan's response with a cheery feeling blossoming inside you.

haech: shit

haech: i wish i could see you like tht

haech: you look fucking hot

haech: send me another

Doing exactly what he said, you placed your phone against the hand soap horizontally before snapping a few more photos to send to him. Your favourite must definitely be the one where your exposed chest was slightly jutted out and your hand went to touch your pussy but fortunately, the countertop was covering it so he couldn't see much. You know he likes a little tease.

you: [Attachment: 1 image]

haech: fuck my dick's fucking hard

haech: wanna see?

haech: [Attachment: 1 image]

You swore on your life you heard a moan leaving your lips but it was too brazen for you to believe it was actually you.

you: wanna ride it so bad

you: it's unfortunate i can't come over

haech: why not? want me to come to ur place?

you: jeno's coming ovr in a bit

When he didn't reply despite having have read your message, you knew he was jerking off. In the middle of a conversation? Seriously?

you: dick

you: are you seriously jerking off rn?

haech: u shld do it top

you: what

haech: too* sorry tyo

haech: typo*

you: whtevr i'm tired

you: gnight

With that, you switched off your phone and wrapped a warm towel around your body and walking out of the bathroom with your phone in hand. Getting dressed didn't take that long. You simply threw on a black tee and a pair of green plaid pajama pants before launching yourself onto the comfort of your bed. Fun fact, you lied. About Jeno coming over. Come on, it's 10pm. The only people in the house at this hour is you and your roommate who is most likely asleep right now. And you should be too. Haven't I told you you're (most of the time) an early sleeper? Tucking both your hands under your pillow, you closed your eyes and hoped to be taken into slumberland but unfortunately someone had to ruin it.

The sound of your notifications blowing up your phone has you cupping your ears with both hands and what makes it even worse is when the ringtone starts playing. And it doesn’t help that it’s fucking Sticker. Picking up your phone from where you left it, you angrily looked through it to find the culprit and Lord and behold was he there spamming you with unnecessary information. Like, I don’t fucking care if your socks are yellow.

haech: i just came

haech: and it got all over my socks

haech: and they’re yellow

haech: my favourite pair :((

you: i don’t fucking care

haech: jeez what’s up with you

haech: you were all slutty just a minute ago

you: i want to sleep

haech: k then fine

haech: night

haech: wait didn’t you say jeno’s coming over?

“Hey, you alright? You’ve been spacing out lately… Y-You can talk to me.” Jeno halted your movements by taking place in front of you. “Jeno, we’re in the middle of the hallway.” You stared at him with warning eyes before he gave in and brought you to the lounge area a little further down the hall. There were many students there. Most of which are busy hunching over their laptops and probably wouldn’t even flinch if the building got bombed. The others however, were either sleeping or just talking. Sitting down across each other on two of the empty seats, Jeno cleared his throat and lifted his gaze to meet your avoiding ones. “Babe.”

You couldn’t look at him. Not after what you’d done. I know, I know what you’re probably thinking but there just something different about this time. It wasn’t like the countless times you’d slept with Haechan before. No. It was different. Was it timing? The feelings? You were yet to find that out. “Babe.” You heard Jeno call out for you again. Sterner this time. “Babe, what’s wrong?” There was a hint of worry in his voice, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer him. To tell him the truth. Or rather, what he wouldn’t want to hear. It’ll hurt him. Bad. Like how it’d hurt any other person that’s going through what you’re going through right now.

A part of you could sense that he knew. That this was all a play to get you to come clean. On second thought, maybe it is better to come clean. Maybe that way, you wouldn’t have to hide anything from anyone ever again. But every pro has a con, doesn’t it? As I was saying, he probably knows about this little fling you have going with his brother. Yeah. Brother. It was a typical Saturday night when you first met him. Crazy am I right. You share a class and you don’t even know him. Anyway, you were hanging out at Jeno’s blah blah blah until… His brother comes into the picture. He was wasted. Probably stoned too. Jeno was scolding him for barging into his room but he said nothing. And then he left. Since then, every problem he had was yours. Every concern he had, was yours too. And vice versa.

So fast forward to a few months later, right now, with you having a potential serious talk with your boyfriend. Whom is sitting across you at the moment. Just waiting for you to say something. “I’m fine.” Your voice came out harsher than you’d intended it to be. You blame it on your dry throat. You noticed the way Jeno tensed up and the tone of your voice but you didn’t want to say anything. You felt bad, of course, don’t get me wrong. But your throat was drier than a dessert and you refuse to talk more than a couple of words. “You don’t seem fine. You know you can always talk to me if there’s something bothering you.” A smile was all you gave. Not an answer, a reply, just an empty smile.

Clearing his throat, Jeno continued as he stood up from his seat abruptly, “Well, I’ve got class so… See you at lunch?” you simply nodded. “Study hard, Jeno.” Oh God, what are you becoming. “You sound like my mom.” His eyes were squinting at you but before he left for his class, he gives you his signature grin with a wave to which you gladly returned. Sighing, you too got up from your seat and went in the opposite direction he did which you ended up bumping into your very own best friend. “Kia!” You exclaimed with an excited shout. “Y/n! Do you have class?” Kia questioned you suddenly. “Uhh yeah, I have English.” You noticed the way she rolled her eyes and that’s when you knew where this was going.

“You’re not asking me to skip with you, right?” Kia always skips. Don’t really know what she’s doing with all that time though. In your opinion, classes are a way to take a break from real life. A break from all the problems you have with your love life, family, friends, all of those. It also prevents you from doing anything dangerous or wrong. “Come onn live a little, will ya? We can go for a smoke, drink—” It wasn’t going to convince you the slightest bit. You’ve made up your mind and you’re sticking with your decision. “I don’t smoke, Kia. You know that.” You rolled your eyes at her. “Then accompany me.” And with that, she pulled you out of the building and to her empty place. “Where’re your parents?” You asked the moment you stepped into her house with her leading you to he bedroom. “They’re both at work. So it’s just you and me.”

Her room never changed. It looked the same, has the same aesthetic, and even smelled the same. Sitting on the edge of her bed, you watched as she pulled out a bowl and a lighter from the bottom drawer of her nightstand before laying on the bed with her stomach faced down next to you. Putting the slimmer end of the bowl between her lips, she carefully lighted the other end before inhaling a big breath of weed and releasing in with a long sigh. “Want some?” Kia looked at you expectantly when she handed you the bowl but you politely refused, “No thank you.” to which she replied with, “More for me then.”

The two of you shared a conversation for about less than half an hour until a curious question from her catches you off-guard. “What’s going on between you and Haechan?” You could sense your eyes going a tad bit wider than before but you tried to hide your shock. “What do you mean? There’s nothing going on between us.” Lies. Plain lies. You were hoping that Kia doesn’t find out. She’s gonna tell the whole world. “I see the way you look at him. You love him.” She took another inhale from the bowl. “What? That’s absurd. I love Jeno, stupid.” Lightly pushing her shoulder, Kia kept a suspicious expression plastered onto her face. “I know, I know. But there’s nothing wrong with loving two men at the same time, right? You don’t get to choose who you love.”

“Okay, I think you’ve had too much weed.”

“You can tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“About you and Haechan, obviously!”

You sighed for the nth time that day. This girl is really going to be the death of you one day. “There’s nothing going on between us, I’ve told you that.” Your annoyed eyes met hers before she continued. “But I don’t believe you.” Groaning, you fell on your back against the bed and covered your face with both of your hands. “Then don’t believe me all you want. I don’t give a fuck.” you said. “Okay, Sarah Hyland.” You heard the sound of the bowl being place back into the bottom drawer before you felt the unoccupied space on the mattress next to you sink and Kia was seen laying next to you with her arms behind her head. “So then… You’re not super duper madly in love with Haechan?” she teased.

“Kia!”

“Jeno, I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry about the other day.” You fiddled with your fingers as you sat cross-legged on Jeno’s bed. Coming over to his place has always been a thing between you two. You enjoy staying at his because his parents like you, the house is quiet, and because Haechan’s there. But you never really get to see him though. You’re always too busy with Jeno and whenever you do get the time to check on him, he won’t leave his room. “Hey, it’s okay,” Both his hands reached out to cup yours before bringing them to his lips and kissing them tenderly. “I’m not mad at you.” You could sense the honesty in his calm voice but you couldn’t help but feel even more guilty at the statement. “I— I shouldn’t have said that. It was wrong that I raised my voice at you but I swear that I didn’t mean it—”

Jeno’s grip on your hands tightened before he was staring into your brown orbs deeply. “Y/n. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” He repeated. Smiling, you leaned closer towards him before placing a small peck onto his left cheek. You watched as his cheeks heat up and his eyes widening by a fraction. “I was not expecting that.” There was a small chuckle followed shortly after and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Laying on your back, you pulled him from his seating position to lay beside you and gave him the warmest hug anyone could ever ask for. It wasn’t a shocker when he returned it just as warm. Shutting your eyes, you unconsciously melded yourself into his body and is now breathing softly against his neck. “That tickles.” Jeno muttered under his breath with an airy laugh.

“It does?” Blowing more air teasing onto his fair skin, Jeno let out a deep laugh at that as he struggles to pull away from your grip. “Babe!” You swore you heard a giggle leave his throat but that was the least of your concerns at the moment as you stared at his lips when he finally managed to pull away from you. You saw the way he slowly leaned towards you for a kiss and with you having the same thoughts, you instantly pressed your lips against him, almost too aggressively. But the two of you were slowly getting used to the aggression and now you’re both hungrily sucking away at each other’s faces. Usually aggression only appears with Haechan. So you’re a bit surprised when he responded your aggression with even more aggression. Woah, that’s a lot of aggression.

Maybe it was that that made you this way. Maybe you just needed a mixture of both to satisfy you. Maybe you’re just greedy. Jeno’s hand reached over to the back of your head before he was pushing you deeper into his lips. Smirking into the kiss, your lips discreetly trailed down to his jaw and began leaving wet kisses along his jawline. Occasionally sucking on the tender skin. Skipping his neck, you immediately made way to his clothed chest before stopping on left nipple and looking up at him with big puppy eyes. “Y/n.” It was a warning from Jeno. He doesn’t usually let you do anything to his nipples. It’s not that he doesn’t like it. It just makes him look vulnerable. And he doesn’t like that.

“Please.” You kissed his chest softly to make him say yes. You could see him pondering in his head and by the looks of it, you knew you got him. “Fine. But this is going to be the last time.” You both know that’s bullshit but for the time being, let’s not talk about that. Smiling sweetly at him, you raised your lips until it was sitting directly above his left nipple. You licked your lips before darting your tongue to his clothed nipple and giving it kitten licks. You could feel Jeno getting tense at the feeling so you couldn’t help but give a small smile. Attaching your lips to it, you gently sucked on the bud with your tongue licking it softly. “Fuck…” Jeno’s hand reached behind your head before pushing you closer to his chest as strings of curses left his parted lips.

Placing a palm to his exposed left thigh, you rubbed it up and down before your hand made its way higher up his thigh and into the space of his shorts. The closer your hand reached his sex, the harder he began tugging on your hair. “Y/n—” You could sense that he was trying to sound stern but it was a foul attempt. You lightly bit the perked nipple between your lips which caused a loud hiss to break out of your boyfriend. Finally, your hand was placed on top of his throbbing cock and was only separated by the thin material of his boxers. Playing with the elastic band, you heard Jeno mutter something above you that sounded like, “Don’t you dare.” but it was too incoherent for you to make out anything from it.

Lifting the band by a fraction, you inserted your hand into his confines before beginning to draw circles on his dripping tip. “Fucking hell, Y/n…” The sting when Jeno harshly tilted your head away from his chest didn’t last that long when his lips was all over your neck. Licking and sucking everywhere. Almost immediately, you started to stroke his cock at a fast pace, earning a few loud groans from the man opposite you. Suddenly as if time has stopped, he detached his lips from your neck and held your arm that was down his pants firmly and looked into your eyes deeply. “I wanna fuck you.” You were surprised to say the least. Of course, you wanted to fuck him too but you were still sore from the session you had with Haechan earlier. Though, you couldn’t tell him that.

“But I want to make you feel good…” You traced doodles on his soft hands. “Please, Y/n?” The look on your face was unreadable but it sure wasn’t an agreement. “J-Just the tip! I swear!” Jeno had his eyes so wide and hands cupping yours tightly that you couldn’t help but give in. “Fine… Just the tip?” You asked for confirmation and he nodded at the question. Sliding your shorts and panties down, Jeno instantly took his off and gave you an open-mouthed kiss as he slowly slid his hard cock inside you, stopping when it reached just below his tip. Your forehead fell onto his shoulder when you clenched yourself around him hardly. “Ah—! Don’t do that!” Jeno whisper shouted, only receiving an innocent giggle from you as a response.

“Sorry… Does it hurt?” Again, you tightened around him which earned yourself a tight grip around your hips. “Fuck yeah it does.” Smiling to yourself, you leaned in closer for a kiss to which he responded instinctively. Minutes passed with the both of you doing just that when the door suddenly flew open with a surprised Haechan by the door. Jeno lifted his head by an inch to peek at the unwanted presence by his doorframe before his eyes turned wide at the sight. “Haechan—” He wasn’t given the chance to finish his sentence when the other boy was already shutting the door close. Not forgetting to add a small, “I’ll come back later.” before leaving. You didn’t bother turning around to face him knowing damn well the look he’d give you would’ve been nothing less than a grimace.

The sudden intrusion caused you to pull back from Jeno with an annoyed expression. You can’t pretend like nothing happened and go back to whatever you were doing before when the guy you’re having an affair with just walked through the door. “Hey, you okay?” You hated the sound of that. The sound of Jeno being worried because of something you’re supposed to be guilty for. You hated how he always tried to make you feel comfortable. You hated it more than anything. “I’m gonna go grab a glass of water.” Reclothing yourself, you were about to twist the knob of the door when Jeno’s voice interrupted your actions, “Want me to come with?” which you replied with a simple, “No need.”.

You knew Jeno’s house like the back of your hand. Countless times you’ve been here which makes you sometimes realise that you spend more time here than in your own. Making your way towards the kitchen, you caught sight of a male figure leaning against the kitchen counter with his back facing you. It was terribly obvious that the figure is someone you know fairly well. Someone you’ve came to despise. Though, was it really hatred though? That, you are yet find out. Right now, as you’re walking towards the kitchen, you could feel your heart rate increase immensely. But you’re good at hiding it.

Reaching a hand to the glasses on display, you poured yourself some warm water before leaning against the kitchen counter next to Haechan, who also has a glass of water in his hand. “It’s late, y’know.” You told him with a sip of your water. “Thanks for letting me know, I definitely did not know that.” Said Haechan sarcastically which earned an eye roll from you. You didn’t know why, but there was this sudden urge to apologise. The thought of apologising to Haechan had never crossed your mind but tonight was different. “I um… I’m sorry.” Your gaze drifted to your feet unconsciously. “For what?” His voice was so unfamiliarly soft that you’d almost not recognise him.

“You know what for.” Another sip. There was a small chuckle coming from the boy next to you but you pretended not to hear it. “You shouldn’t be. He’s your boyfriend.” He assured. You twisted your head to look at him for a short while before you were back to staring at the cabinets in front of you. “I know. But you’re making me feel l—” Cutting you off, you heard a slam of an empty glass against the counter before Haechan was staring at you deeply. “We’re not having this conversation,” He paused mid-sentence as he turned around to walk away, leaving you with a stern, “Ever.” before he was out of sight.

Making out with someone that isn’t your boyfriend in public at a frat party really isn’t very ideal. Eyes are watching you everywhere and mouths were starting to talk. The music was loud, it really was. But the whispers around you were louder. You’ve got everyone talking about how you’re this little cheating bitch and honestly, you couldn’t care less. All you knew was that you had your arms wrapped around Haechan’s neck and his were on your waist. I know you’re probably thinking, ‘oh what happened at jeno’s place? is hyuck still mad at reader?’ Well, the answer to that is yes. Haechan is still mad at you but what happened in between is not for you to find out. At least, not right now. Maybe sometime in the future.

When the talking about you began to grow dramatically louder, you can’t help but wonder: where the hell is Jeno? It’s not like you wanted him to see you. Truthfully, you really didn’t. A hundred percent. You hated even the thought of it. You loved Jeno and you didn’t want to lose him. All of that thinking suddenly got you tired and you were slowly pulling yourself away from the kiss. Haechan probably noticed this when his lips began trailing to your exposed neck. A sigh could be heard from you but the loud music probably drowned it all. It was an unconscious movement but your eyes suddenly parted and started to look around lazily.

Until you spotted him.

The expression on your face changed drastically as you made eye contact with Jeno who was standing a few feet away from you. You pushed Haechan’s body away from you immediately which earned you a confused gaze from the boy. Giving him an anxious glance, your gaze switched back to Jeno just to see him making his way out the door with a red solo cup in hand. Instinctively, you pushed passed the wave of people hurriedly as you watched Jeno leave through the front door, abandoning the cup on one of the tables by the door. It took you no less than five minutes to finally reach him as you panted softly from the immense searching you just went through.

“Jeno.” Your voice came out hushed and you could almost spot a tremble in it. “Hm?” He turned around to face you with a small smile carved on his pale face. “I’m sorry. I-I know I say that a lot, but this time I really, really, really mean i—” Jeno had a puzzled looked plastered on his face as if he didn’t just see his brother sucking on your neck barely ten minutes ago. “Huh? What are you sorry for? What did you do?” Jeno reached a hand over to yours before caressing it with his thumb softly. You were baffled to say the least. Had he not seen you earlier? Was it just your imagination? Either way, you have decided that you were going to tell him tonight. And there’s no backing out.

“W-What do you mean?” You searched his eyes for answers but there were none. He was too good at hiding them. “You did nothing wrong. Why are you apologising?” Jeno took a few small steps toward you before stopping right in front of you with a soft gaze. “I— Haechan— I-I was— I have been—” You knew what you wanted to say but the words were refusing to leave your mouth as your eyebrows furrowed. Sighing discontentedly, you finally mutter the words, “I have been sleeping with your brother.” and the look on Jeno’s face was something that you’d never want to see again. “I—… It wasn’t an accident? O-Or like a one time thing?” He kept his voice low and you figured that he did saw you earlier but pretend not to because he thought it was accident.

The silence that engulfed you had him backing away from you slightly as his hands released their grip on yours. “Look, Y/n. I-I don’t want this to be the end of us. I love you. A lot. And if you’re having an affair with my brother, please… Please just don’t let me find out. I really really don’t wanna lose you.” The last few words that left Jeno’s mouth has your breath hitching as guiltiness began to fill you. From your churning insides to the thick of your bones and to your burning skin. He really loved you. He really did. But can you return the love he’s giving you? People always say actions speak louder than words and you believed it. So you knew there was no point in saying ‘I love you’ anymore if you didn’t mean it. Don’t get me wrong, you do love him. But the things you did while loving him doesn’t translate to that.

You often think about it. Ending things with him and each time, it just gets harder. But right now, as you stared into his deep brown orbs searching for any signs of hatred or disgust, you knew you couldn’t hurt him. And in order to not hurt him any further, you thought about doing it. Finally muttering the words you knew would break him, but at least he won’t break forever. So maybe, just maybe…

You’re letting him go.

that was very anticlimactic but we’re gonna shut up about it okay

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Always & Forever || JJ Maybank

Summary: Request - Hii. Love your work. It's so good. I'm feeling a good hurt comfort fic with the obx cast. Could I get a JJ Maybank x reader (maybe john b's younger sister?) where she's lost everything after they assume John B and Sarah are lost at sea... Read Rest Here

A/N - Ohhh this was kinda hard to write. Being sad is a bitch. Please let somebody know if you're sad/getting sad. People love you! Always remember that <3

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Y/N

Word Count: 2.3+

TW: Talks of depression, being sad, not eating etc.

You barely heard the soft knocks on your bedroom door. Currently, you were huddled underneath the comforter of your missing older brother just hoping and praying he was okay. They’d officially called it. Lost at sea. Presumed deceased. Dead. Just like your fucking father. How was this your life? Two years ago, you had the world with the two coolest guys on the earth. And now? Now you were alone. Utterly fucking alone. It’d only been three damn days, but they gave up. There was no funding for a poor pogue boy from the wrong part of the island. Sherriff Peterman just gave you a sad look when she broke the news to you a few days prior. Or it could’ve been yesterday. Time didn’t matter anymore. Nothing really mattered anymore. You were a sixteen-year-old girl alone as fuck in this cold ass world.

“Hey little Rout.” You heard JJ’s kinder than usual voice from the other side of the door, “You need to open this door or I’m going to have to pick the lock. Need to see if you’re okay. You haven’t been at school and Mrs. Smith is getting worries, she said she’s going to report you.” You heard the soft sigh of utter defeat as he waited for a moment for you to respond. To do anything. You didn’t have the energy to respond so instead you just laid there.

“Come on kid.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d long since used on you, “You need to come out. Get some fresh air. You can’t stay in there forever.”

Nothing. You just couldn’t. Depression was a hell of a thing. You just couldn’t fathom getting up and unlocking that door. Your brain knew you should. But the actual thought of moving seemed like a foreign concept you weren’t ready for sure yet.

He didn’t give you much else of a choice as you heard the lock click. You knew it wouldn’t take him much effort to get it but alas, you just couldn’t care. It didn’t seem to matter. Nothing else mattered. John B was all you had left and now you sat here empty and void.

“Oh Y/N…” His voice trailed off as he spotted you withering away underneath a mass of blankets. A blank stare on your face. You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes feeling grossly ashamed you let it get this kind of bad.

“I just…” Your voice croaked out as it hadn’t been used in while, how long you hadn’t used it you really didn’t have a clue.

He shook his head kneeling down beside your bed, “It’s alright mins.” His head was close as he smiled at you with a smile that never reached his eyes. A smile he was putting on for you. He took his hand brushing your knotted hair away from your sunken face.

Mins. You wanted to laugh. It was the first good emotion you had felt in a while. Mins was your current nickname of quite the long line of ever evolving nicknames from the blonde-haired boy. First it was mini-Routledge, then it was mini-JB, then mini and now mins. He didn’t use it all too often anymore, only when he thought you needed it. And you needed it more than ever now. All his love and everything he could give to you.

JJ knew just how much John B meant to you. He was your best friend. The two of you did everything together, practically inseparable. Even when JB met JJ they still included you in on everything. You were his shadow. That didn’t change as you got older. You just had to play it off as something different.

“I’m tired JJ.” You sighed letting your eyes close in front of him. The effort to keep them open was beginning to become too much.

He frowned deeply. This wasn’t like you. You were usually so full of life. The one who wanted to go and do things. The one who called him lame when he didn’t want to try something new with you. You were the one that kept the group going. And now it felt like everything was falling apart. The pogues were without their people and they needed you back.

This was your way of shutting down and he knew it.

“When was the last time you ate honey?” He asked while trying to brush the knots out of the hair he could get to. You were never particular about your hair, but JJ knew how badly knots hurt to get out. He remembered that one time when the both of you were younger, you crying when your dad tried to brush out some gnarly knots after JJ and JB tried to teach you how to surf one afternoon. It broke his heart even as a twelve-year-old boy. He had that same protective love that JB had over you.

You sighed trying to remember, “Before we found out he was missing I guess.”

JJ’s eyes bugged. He knew he should’ve checked in on you sooner. Damn the pogues who told him to leave you alone. That you needed space. You clearly didn’t need space. You needed help.

“That was three days ago Y/N.” His blood felt like it was running cold. How could he let you lay here for three entire days? JB would fucking murder him if he found out. Some friend he was.

You hummed in acknowledgement, “I’ve had some water though. Haven’t been hungry.” You admitted to your concerned friend. Your voice finally started sounding more like your own after the hoarseness had worked its way out.

“Well, that’s a start mins.” He sighed brushing his overgrown golden hair away from his eyes, “Can you get up for me? Get you some soup downstairs or something?”

“JJ.” You whined not feeling up to the task, “I’m too tired. I don’t feel like it.”

He took you hand in his and wanted to cry from how cold it was. You weren’t right. No, you were suffering, and they just let you. He felt nothing more than a piece of shit seeing you so broken, “I’ll carry you. I just need you to eat something honey. John B would be sick with worry if he knew you were starving away.”

“Don’t talk about him.” You turned away from JJ feeling your own blood run cold at the mention of your missing older brothers name. You couldn’t fucking believe he chose to leave you. Fuck, you couldn’t believe he’d ever put Sarah in that position either. It all felt like a fever dream you had to wake up from. But you weren’t waking up which meant this was a sick and twisted reality that you didn’t want to participate in anymore.

“Y/N…”

You shook your head on your pillow, “Please JJ. Don’t talk about him. I can’t take it. Not yet.” You felt the tears that had long since dried up come flowing back in an instant. Why in the hell did he bring out these feelings in you so effortlessly? Leave it to your older brothers cute as hell best friend that was certainly off limits. JJ would never, ever feel that way for you anyway.

“Alright honey.” Honey. That was a new one. You’d heard him use it sparingly on girls in the past, but it certainly was never used for you. But he’d used it a few times in the last few sentences sending your overly tired mind reeling in another direction. He was just being kind, that was all. After all, your older brother did just fucking vanish into thin air, “Can you please get up for me? Please mins? I need you to eat something. Whatever you what. Please?” He added one last please to let you know how dire he felt.

You rolled back over to him exerting far too much effort in doing so, “I don’t think I can.” You sounded defeated as the tears started once more, “I’m so tired J.” You whispered trying to contain the sob that wanted to escape from your throat.

“Cause you need to eat honey.” He spoke with nothing but concern on his face, “Let me take you downstairs? You need to move. Need to be somewhere new. Need to get some calories in your body.” He said so matter of factly you weren’t sure if it was JJ in front of you. But then again, for as much as a mess the boy normally was he thrived in crises situations such as these. He always seemed to know exactly what to do.

“Yeah, that’s fine JJ.” You knew he’d win eventually so it might be best to just give it up.

He let out a subtle breath of sure-fire relief as he scooped you up into his arms. You were light. Far too fucking light. God, he was such an idiot. He knew you better than any of the other pogues. Of course, you needed help.

He set you down at the messy table filled with whatever shit JB had likely left there the week prior. You grew tired of always cleaning so you just started leaving it. Your eyes scanned the table full of junk. A sad smile formed seeing his homework scattered about with an unpaid parking ticket next to it all. He’d never get to finish that homework. Never would have to lie his way out of that ticket. Why him? Why your JB?

“What do you want to eat honey?” He asking running a hand up and down your arm. Attempting any form of comfort for you. He saw the sad look in your eyes as they scanned the table. He had to get your mind off of JB in any way he could.

“Why are you calling me that?” You asked instead of answering him. It was driving you nuts, and you had to know. In your right mind you’d never

“Honey?” He asked, a bit taken aback by your sudden brazenness. The you he knew would never have asked him that. Instead, you would’ve asked JB. Something you couldn’t do anymore.

You nodded in confirmation feeling your eyes droop and your mouth open to yawn. JJ cursed internally making the decision of canned soup for you knowing you needed to eat as soon as possible. Light and easy and calories. That’s exactly what you needed.

“I don’t know mins.” He admitted while heating up your food, “It just felt, feels right. I can stop saying it if you’d like.”

“I didn’t say that.” You spoke back in almost a whisper.

“Honey it is.” He grinned while putting your warm, not overly hot, soup in a bowl. He set it down in front of you waiting for you to eat.

“I still like mins too.” You added admitting to him just how much you did like the nickname. He’d stopped using it as much now that the two of you had gotten older. You’d forgotten just how much you’d liked the nickname. Probably because it was a nickname only you could have. A special one from the boy you surely loved but vehemently denied.

“Noted, now eat mins.” He grinned pointing to the bowl.

You nodded not really sure if your hands would agree with your brain. You were so utterly fucking exhausted. Turns out you did need to eat if you wanted to be able to function. Because it felt like a task you’d never be able to start. As much as you tried your arm just wouldn’t cooperate.

“Mins?” He asked seeing you not really making a move for it.

“I can’t JJ. It’s too much.” You hated to admit how disgustingly useless you felt. Yet here you were.

He nodded in understanding, “Here, let me.” He took the spoon from the bowl and held it front of your face. For the first time in three days, you relished in the taste of food. It did taste really good. And damn, you were a lot hungrier than you realized. Before you knew it the bowl was gone, and you were entirely full.

“Thank you J.” You let your eyes close once more feeling the outright exhaustion of the situation come down over you.

“Anytime mins.” Seeing your eyes close he noted your fatigue, “Why don’t we sit on the couch and watch a movie?” He suggested hoping you’d agree.

“That sounds nice J, I may need your help again.” You let out a frustrated sigh at the state of your condition. You did start feeling a bit better but the thought of walking or even crawling made you shudder.

He shot up from his seat to get you up. He picked you up like it was nothing, “I got you hon. I always do and always will. Remember that alright?” You nodded in his chest doing your best to fight off the sleep that wanted to take you.

“Thank you J.” You whispered into his chest. He set you down right next to him, letting your head fall into his side.

He wrapped an arm around your torso letting you know you were safe and secure. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere without you anymore. Running his hand through your hair he felt a shiver knowing you liked exactly what he was doing, “Always mins. Now, let yourself sleep. We’ll deal with all this shit when you wake up. Together.”

You nodded letting the darkness take over, “Promise?”

“Always and forever.” He gave your head a soft and gentle kiss before the soft snoozes overcame you. He decided he was going to watch you sleep, for however long that was. You were his everything too. He was only just beginning to realize that now. Always and forever. It had a nice ring to it. Forever with you was a life he would dream about. Maybe one day. Maybe after he sorted you through this mess. Maybe just maybe.

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Nightmares

Summary: You´re having a nightmare which truly terrifies you enough to get triggered by your best friend´s nickname for you. But, your friends and especially your boyfriend are there to calm you down.

Genre: angst, fluff, horror

Pairing: bf!Wooyoung x fem!reader

Word Count: 2198

Warnings: mentions of blood, dead bodies, minor injuries

[note: used a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting!]

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

Lungs burning, yearning for air, calves cramping, yet you didn´t stop running. Your feet hit the ground hard, have you been barefoot the whole time? How long have you been running already? Time seemed stilled. With a pained yelp, you stumbled, your foot had met a stone, which made you fall to the ground. Clouds of dust busting up when your body collides with the floor, tiny pebbles digging into the skin of your palms. Slow footsteps approach you, echoing off the concrete that formed the whole structure. You knew what it was that followed you, who it was. It didn't make it any less frightening for you though. Your scraped palms burning when you pick yourself up again, tears stinging in your eyes when you hear him breathing behind you. “Ohh~ y/n, why are you running?” The voice barely snarled a whisper, yet it sounded as if it would be right beside your ear. This voice should be comforting for you, yet it sends a shiver down your spine, the little hairs in your neck standing up. Your tears blur your vision and you stumble once again, finding yourself crashing onto the cold concrete once more. He had caught up with you, you could feel his presence. Your hands wrapped around an item, a bracelet which slipped off of a wrist you were to hold onto, it's hard to make out the initials that had been engraved in it, filled and smeared with blood now. The scraping of metal against the concrete and then the swishing noise of it stopping right next to your ear let your blood freeze, eyes wide open. Drip. Ruby droplets falling from the blade that´s held close to you. Drip. Hitting your shoulder, the fabric of your clothes painted bloody. Drip. A cold, cruel laughter filling the air around you, seven faces looking down at your kneeling figure. A body in front of you, his usually lively brown eyes staring into nothing, you could easily make out the little mole under his left eye. "You're next, y/nnie~” The voice hums in a singsang, a sound you usually love, but now? Only one person always calls you this and in any other situation, it would be calming, but hearing it here, it frightened you even more. The last thing you hear, a metallic ringing in the air and your own scream.

A scream which continues when you sit up straight in your bed, hands clenched into the soft fabric of the blanket, cold sweat coating your skin and making Wooyoung's shirt, that you wear for sleeping, stick against you. Several footsteps trample down the hallway, Seonghwa the first to burst into your room, hair disheveled. Wooyoung's eyes wide open as he pushes himself past his hyung to reach you.

“Jagi, I'm here, what's wrong?” He asks breathlessly, one knee on your bed as he carefully reaches out to cup your cheek. “Did something happen?” You couldn´t bring out a word yet, your breath hitched and your heart beating hard against your ribcage. The boys just exchanged a glance and Seonghwa hushed the others back to bed, heading to the kitchen himself to get some water for you before he then leaves you and your boyfriend alone.

"N- nightmare." Your throat is dry, so you hastily grab the glass from Wooyoung now, emptying it in almost one go. Hands trembling, you hold onto the glass for a few moments, trying to remember the dream you just had, but it is as if it dissolves the longer you try to pull details back into your mind. Wooyoung gently takes the glass from you and gets into your bed next to you, his arms wrapping around your still shaking body. “Woo, I´m sweaty, you don-” You start, your voice still trembling, but he just shakes his head. “You're shaking like a leaf in a tornado, jagi. I don´t mind, we also cuddle after dance practice.” His voice is soothing, the lingering feeling of fear in your chest slowly subsiding when your head rests against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. When he lays back into the mattress with you against him, Wooyoung frowns while quietly humming your favorite melody for you. His fingers dancing over the skin of your back, he had slipped his hand under your shirt, you slowly dozed off again, this time, a dreamless sleep washing over you.

The next morning, you find yourself tangled into his arms, his hot breath fanning against your cheek. You can't help but smile softly, brushing some hair out of his face to just look at him. though, when your gaze stops at the mole under his eye, you suddenly remember his lifeless expression of your dream and it brings a quiet sob across your lips. This sound makes him shift against you, his fingers slowly returning to draw some shapes on your back as he opens his eyes. “Morning, jagi. Are you feeling better?” He hums sleepily to which you just nod, not exactly sure how you truly feel. If you were to describe your feelings, it would be a mix of uncertainty, fear and the feeling of drowning, even though you can breathe properly. But you also feel love, for Wooyoung and for the boys who let you be happy with their best friend.

“Hungry?” Wooyoung asks with a little chuckle, which quiets down quickly when he notices your expression. “Or…do you want to sleep some more?” Concern washing over his features, Wooyoung slowly sits up with you, head tilted slightly as he tries to read you. “No, we should eat some…and I have to apologize to the others for waking them.” Clearing your throat, you peck his lips and then head to the bathroom, leaving a worried and confused Wooyoung behind on the bed. Whatever this dream was about, it had a big impact on you, yet he couldn't figure out what it was. When you came out of the bathroom again, Wooyoung had left to get dressed himself, so you slowly made your way into the kitchen, not noticing San behind you when you walked into the living area of the dorms.

“Did you get some more sleep, y/nnie?” This nickname for you let you freeze in the doorway, your breath hitched and San walked right into you, he didn't notice that you had stopped. “Wh- Hey, are you okay y/nnie?” Breathing suddenly got hard, as if something has wrapped around your chest and squeezed all air out of you, your phone dropping from your hand. The noise of it lets everyone else spin around to you.

“Jagi?” Carefully approaching you, Wooyoung opened his arms and you just let yourself fall forwards, your legs not listening to any orders your brain gives. Your hands clench into the fabric of his shirt and your whole body again trembles while your boyfriend just looks at his best friend with a confused look on his face, which San returns no less surprised. “Jagi, you´re shaking…are you cold? Maybe you´re getting a cold?” He hums, your body warming up in his embrace, but you can't fully shake off the fear that's slowly creeping into your heart once again.

“I- I don´t know…I had a nightmare about you, Woo.” Your words come in a whisper, almost as if you'd have to force yourself to speak. In an attempt to cheer you up a little, he gave you a small smile, head tilted. “Did I look hot in it?” He asks, but the look on your face lets him go quiet in an instant, the wrinkles around his eyes from laughing turning into a deep frown. “You- you looked dead in it…”

Your words leave the whole room in silence, even though the others just had a lively conversation about the plans for the day. All eyes on you, you felt small, like back in the nightmare. But now, you had your Wooyoung holding you in his arms. The faces weren't filled with cruel amusement, but with concern and love. The other seven members loved you just as much, they saw you as their sister, one of them, while Wooyoung gave you his heart, and he held yours dearly.

“I- I'm sorry,I shouldn't have joked jagiya. H- how do you feel? Do you want to cuddle on the sofa?” His voice was calm and soft and when you nodded, he just lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his middle, and carried you to the sofa, where he sat down with you on his lap. Seonghwa had made some tea which he brought you a cup of, the others following their hyung and sitting around you, some on the sofa, some on the floor.

“You don't have to worry, okay? I'm here jagi and I won't leave you.” Wooyoung hummed while you slowly drank your tea, his fingers gently brushing through your hair, he knows that this always soothes your nerves. “Do you…do you want to talk about it? Sometimes it helps?” This offer, tempting as it was, caused another shiver to run down your spine. You're not sure if you could talk about it, to live through the nightmare once more while telling them. Yet, you took a deep breath and then you heard your own voice, shaky and quiet.

“It was dark, not a real place, just concrete as ground…” You started, trying to pull the dream into your mind again, a frown on your face. “I ran, someone was following me and I fell. I had your bracelet in my hand…it was covered in blood-” At your words, Wooyoung lifted his arm, so you could see the bracelet around his wrist. It was a simple one, a chain with only one pendant attached to it, a heart with angel wings, the date of your first meeting engraved in one wing, your and his initials on the other wing. “It's here, see? And no blood.” Reassuring words of him, he lowered his arm again and continued to caress your hair, not without placing a kiss on your head.

“Hmh, no blood. I- in my dream…someone was following me, h- he had a sword…and- and h- he had S- San's voice. A- and-” A hiccup and a quiet sob stopped your words, your whole body trembling, your gaze fixated on the cup in your hands. “Shh, it's okay. Take a deep breath, jagi. San is here too, and he has no sword. Besides, if he'd follow you, then only to hug and cuddle you to make me jealous, right?” Wooyoung chuckled quietly, knowing exactly how to ease your nerves and calm you down again. You nodded and after taking a deep breath, you looked up, seeing a smiling San, his smile gentle and showing his dimples. This actually caused you to let out a quiet chuckle.

“T- the others were there too…I don't kn- know why, but you laid there…i- in front of me and the others stood around us…a- and San's sword was next to m- my head and…and he said I'm next and th- then I f- felt the blade on my neck and- and then-” The others looked at each other in concern, Seonghwa quickly grabbed the cup of tea from your hand when he noticed your hands shaking heavily now. To this, Wooyoung didn't know what to say, or do. His caressing on your head didn't stop once, but he pulled you closer into his arms, as if to try and show you that you're safe.

“Don't worry, jagi. It was just a nightmare, I promise.” He whispered, swallowing and looking at his hyungs, hoping that they'd have words for you that would calm you down. “Wooyoung is right, y/n. It was a nightmare. You had a lot on your mind the last weeks, it was stressful and you only just moved in here. Something like this can cause such bad dreams to happen sometimes.” Hongjoong, who was sitting next to you and Wooyoung, had spoken in a soft voice, your head turning slightly to look at him, he also had a smile on his lips, gently brushing hair out of your face with his finger.

“We all love you, sweetheart. And no one would ever try to hurt Wooyoung or you. We promise.” He continued, placing a hand on his heart, almost as if to show you how serious his words are meant. When you nodded, you could feel Woo let out a breath he had held in, your arms wrapped around him. Behind you, you heard someone shuffle, another kiss pressed against the back of your head.

“I am sorry y/nnie…whatever dream-me did, I hope you know that I'd never be able to hurt you…and that I'd do anything to help you and Woo safe, right?” San asked quietly and you nodded, turning your head to him now. You knew that none of your friends would ever harm one of you, the dream just felt so real and frightened you. “I know, Sanie. I just…I was frightened because it felt too real…and because I am always scared to lose Woo…or any of you all.”

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