#i will come back and play awakening whatever happens it would just be like not rn

[vigilskeep]

don't get seduced by the da2 siren song and skip awakening, think of Sigrun

i’m sorry the captain of the siren’s call is luring me away...

#I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU MY LOVE... #idk we’ll see how i feel tomorrow but i am leaning towards starting 2 i just miss her so bad #i will come back and play awakening whatever happens it would just be like not rn #i dont want to like. just be pushing through it wanting to play 2 you know

[heesdreamer]

AS LONG AS YOU’LL LET ME

PAIRING ➩ heeseung x reader

SUMMARY ➩ prone to a bad reputation and accepting your friends ridiculous bets and challenges, you’re hit with the task to take the virginity of your schools number 1 student

WC ➩ 15k

WARNINGS ➩ um sex

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ no part 2 to this reader sucks most the time sorry.. not proofread but when is my work ever and slightly repetitive if ur a fan of my other works but what can I say i like this trope! this took me forever and not even sure i like it but hope u do

There was something about a challenge that just drove you absolutely crazy. You never cared too deeply for most things, preferring to take a casual approach to whatever life had to offer.

Yet something would awaken in you when presented a challenge, whether as serious as an academic achievement or as stupid as chugging more weekend poison than the frat boy sat beside you. Your skin would light up and your eyes would go hazy and wild at the prospect of competition, of successfully doing something that people doubted you were capable of doing.

It wasn’t any surprise to you when your friends took advantage of this, using your little quirk for their own amusement whenever school days got too slow or weekends started to hit that point of boredom. All they had to do was lay a challenge in front of you and you’d put your all into completing it.

This ended you up in numerous stupid situations, breaking into the locked school during spring break and leaving your mark for your friends to confirm once the doors opened again, flirting with the older cashier at the local liquor store while they stuffed their shirts with cold bottles, even at one point being escorted out of a crowded movie theatre by security after you managed to disturb the peace more than usual.

There wasn’t a line they wouldn’t set and more importantly, there wasn’t one you wouldn’t cross.

You felt it coming most times now, being able to sense the shift in the night and their demeanors before it actually happened. You were sat at some random party they’d dragged you to, smoking on the couch of a dirty living room and paying no attention to the ever changing crowd or the loud bass that was sounding throughout the house.

You sighed softly when you felt one of your friends nudging your side, glancing over at him with low hazy eyes and a bored expression while you waited for him to set tonight’s standard.

Sometimes you wondered if they actually were your friends, if they liked you even a little bit for your personality or if you served more so as an entertainment monkey, a circus animal for when they needed some excitement in their life. You especially thought this now as you watched him turn back to look at the others who were giggling that mean laugh they do often did when they landed on a truly rotten idea.

“I bet… you can’t take that kid home.” He said the words deliberately slow like you were stupid and incapable of understanding a faster pace.

You watched him for a few more seconds, trying to explode his head with your mind before you were following the direction where his arm was raising to point at, a cigarette loosely hanging from his fingers as he shook with laughter.

The kid in question was definitely around your age, potentially even older judging by the few people he was stood around, boys you recognized as some of your seniors at school. You didn’t recognize him however, scanning him for a while to try and decide if he was from a different part of town or if you just didn’t pay enough attention to your surroundings.

It made sense to you immediately why they had pointed him out, why he would be considered a challenge to take home.

He was stood awkwardly against the wall despite his friends clearly trying to get him to have a good time, staying near him and whispering into his ear every few seconds like they were giving him a play by play on what you were supposed to be doing at a college party.

He was clearly attempting to feign casualness, holding a cup that you were pretty certain was completely empty, and taking mock sips out of it every few minutes like clockwork. Behind the facade of his eyes that were scanning the crowd anxiously, you could tell he was extremely nervous and not used to the scene he was sat in front of.

“Oh you’re crazy dude.” Another one of your friends was talking now but you didn’t even spare her a glance, knowing she was just trying to fuel your fire more like she always did. “Him of all people? It’s impossible.”

You wanted to laugh at how obvious she was being in her comments, purposefully throwing the information towards you like you were a starving dog with snapping jaws. You’d already started to feel the competitiveness spark low in your gut the second you looked at the boy despite how annoyed by and aware of their antics you were.

“Just take him home?” You were questioning in a low voice and you finally glanced back towards your friends who were eagerly watching you. “Isn’t that a little tame?”

You liked to up the stakes with them occasionally, making sure they never got bored of you or underestimated just how far you’d take it if given the opportunity and right motivation.

You knew right away you wanted to take this one on, liking the way the boy nervously glanced back and forth or looked down at his shoes every time somebody passed by him and got a few feet too close. His friends were still glued to his side but you could tell they were itching to enter the mass of sweaty bodies, you found it interesting they’d be willing to give up their own enjoyment for their buddy.

“Not challenging enough for you? Shit you’re crazy.” Another one of your friends was laughing and patting you on the shoulder, shoving it slightly so you moved forward a bit on the couch. You shot her a glare and she leaned back with an awkward chuckle.

“Fine then I bet you can’t..” The first boy, who had started this topic of conversation in the first place, was starting up again and you watched him with an uninterested stare. “I bet you can’t take his virginity.”

This caused you to falter for a split second before regaining you composure, cocking in an eyebrow at your expectant friends before looking back towards the boy who was still uncomfortably shifting against the wall. He definitely didn’t want to be here and his little round glasses didn’t do him any favors in the feigning cool department but you weren’t sure where exactly they’d found the evidence to determine he was a virgin.

While he was definitely nerdy and awkward, he was still tall and lean with a handsome face. Plus, judging by the company he was with that was continuing to speak to him in low encouraging whispers, he had a good social circle.

Park Sunghoon and Sim Jake were definitely not losers and absolutely not virgins. You’d heard plenty of rumors about the two boys and a few others that ran with their group, ranging from your schools most established jocks and going all the way up to your class president Yang Jungwon.

“Why do you think he’s a virgin?” You were mumbling as you watched him, regardless if your friends were right or not you had your target officially set.

“It’s pretty well known.” One of the girls was shrugging her shoulders and frowning slightly, leaning against the wall behind the couch. “He’s pretty much a genius and doesn’t have time for that stuff, he’s rejected anyone who’s even slightly tried.”

“You’d know.” She was sneering and shoving an elbow into the boy next to her who started to laugh at her comment and the saddened expression on her face. You glanced at her curiously, slightly surprised she had even attempted with him considering her usual type normally fit your own friendship circles look and attitude.

You looked back over towards the boy and his friend with a raised eyebrow, trying to figure out what exactly you were missing. Why hadn’t you’d seen him before this considering the fact all of your friends seemed to know him and various details about his life?

It didn’t shock you to find him already looking at you this time, you had been staring daggers into the side of his head for almost twenty minutes now and he was bound to feel your gaze on him eventually. He was tensed as he looked at you, more so than he was already and you cocked an eyebrow in his direction at the fearful look in his eyes.

His friends seemed to realize something had caught his attention and they were following his line of sight optimistically. Sunghoon tensed up too slightly when it lead him back to you, still lazily sat on the couch off in the distance surrounded by your friends that almost resembled a pack of hyenas. You knew your reputation probably proceeded you judging by the fact he was starting to shake his head and whisper something to the boy again.

Jake, however, ever the bouncy jock seemed ecstatic that you were watching his friend so intensely and he was carrying a big smile as he leaned in to say something to them, most likely countering Sunghoon’s warning.

You watched him wrap an arm around the boys thin shoulders, patting him encouragingly before dismounting and dragging Sunghoon away into the crowd. This left the boy alone and for a second he took a few steps forward in panic like he was going to follow them but he quickly stopped as they disappeared amongst the masses, looking ten times more awkward now that he didn’t have his bodyguards sat next to him.

He met your eye again for a second before he was flushing again and looking away quickly, eyes shooting to his shoes as he nervously shuffled in place a few times.

Your friends had been talking during this, possibly to you and maybe they were upping the stakes of the bet, but you’d stopped listening a few minutes ago and only noticed they were speaking as you stood up from the couch and left them mid sentence, heading over to where the boy was standing.

You imagined you looked like a wild snake stalking it’s prey, licking your fangs as you slowly slithered closer to it until you finally snapped your jaws around his neck. He seemed to be thinking a similar thing judging by the way his eyes widened with fear when he went to look at you again and realized you were approaching.

You didn’t immediately greet him, leaning against the wall he was on with your shoulder so you could face him. You watched his side profile and scanned down his chest as it lifted and fell with heavy breaths.

He eventually mustered up the courage to look at you and only then did you give him a smile, letting it slowly take over your face as you cocked your head slightly and studied the way his nervous eyes darted all around your features.

“Hi.” Your voice was breathy and sweet but he immediately furrowed his eyebrows and looked away at the sound of it, picking at the rim of his cup that you now could see was in fact empty. “What’s your name?”

He glanced at you again and you realized you’d probably said the wrong thing judging by the fact his anxious eyes suddenly hardened. You assumed that he knew of you enough that you should’ve known him or you’d possibly met before hence his extreme reaction to your question.

“My memories bad baby I’m sorry, just remind me.” You were pouting slightly and cooing at him, shifting closer on the wall so you could reach up and place a hand on his shoulder gently.

He was glancing at it with wide eyes, staring at the way your fingertips just barely pressed onto his shirts fabric, then he was back to looking at your face again but thankfully he had lost the offended look. You noted that you liked how big his eyes were as he peered down at you, still taking those deep and shuddering breaths to try and calm down his nerves at your sudden close proximity.

“Heeseung.” He was whispering out, almost afraid to speak any louder considering how close your faces were now that he had turned his head to face you more directly. You smiled at the sweet tone of his voice and nodded your head in recognition.

“Lee Heeseung.” You repeated back to him, adding on his last name to show him that you did in fact know who he was.

You weren’t lying either as you came to the realization, knowing now why he felt so familiar yet unrecognizable. Lee Heeseung was the top of, not only your class and year, but the entire school and it was no doubt that he’d graduate miles above everybody else. His friend group was full of overachievers in their respective fields and now you understood the presence of the two outstanding jocks from earlier.

He seemed slightly surprised that you knew who he was and he was still watching you with those large curious eyes, gulping a bit when you instinctively curled your fingers into his shoulder like a kneading cat.

You were half expecting him to push you off, to reject you and make some excuse that could allow him to leave, remembering what your friends had said about his habit of shutting girls down early in their advances. It surprised you a bit when he was turning slightly so he could face you more, almost like he hadn’t even realized he was doing it as he took in a deep breath.

Your smiled widened, knowing from experience that you occasionally had a certain addicting aura to you, something that made boys lean forward instinctively or follow you around like a lost puppy.

However your obvious expression seemed to wake him up to your attempts and his face dropped into a small frown, leaning back far enough that your hand was falling from his shoulder and you were losing your smile as you watched him visibly grow uncomfortable. He watched you with a weird expression before he was turning his body again and avoiding looking in your direction.

“Did you need something?” He mumbled out and you frowned at the change in his tone, not as smooth and sweet as it had been when he said his name.

You were shaking your head even though he wasn’t looking at you anymore and trying to think of another route to take since this clearly wouldn’t be as simply as you originally thought it would, eyes lighting up again when you got an idea.

“A tutor.” You rushed out, trying to keep your voice casual and not make it sound like you’d just thought of that on the spot. He gave you a disbelieving look and you nodded in earnest. “I’m serious. I’m flunking bad.”

“Last I checked you didn’t care about school.” He was mumbling and you furrowed your eyebrows at his statement, wondering just how much he apparently know about you.

“Only one more year.” You were shrugging at him and your eyes shot down to his lips and neck for a second before you were meeting his gaze again, trying to hold your laugh when his eyes widened a bit at your wandering gaze. “Time to get serious I guess.”

He didn’t say anything for a few beats and you resisted the urge to push his glasses up his nose as they slowly fell while you talked, watching him take a deep breath as he contemplated what you were saying. You’d never heard of him tutoring somebody before but you also weren’t sure if anybody had ever asked, not paying him much mind once they realized he wasn’t going to do their homework or let them cheat off his test.

He was finally looking at you again with hesitation in his eyes and you offered him another small smile, trying to look as least devious as you could possibly manage.

“If you’re serious we can meet in the library on Monday.” He was muttering and your face lit up which caused him to let out a small sigh.

“Not somewhere more private?” You couldn’t resist teasing him further considering how unnerved he already seemed, touching his arm softly as you purred the words again. He winced slightly at your sudden change of tone but didn’t take a step backwards like he had before.

“I said if you’re serious.” He warned in an awkward voice and you nodded your head in understanding, squeezing his arm quickly before retracting your hand.

“Trust me. I’m serious.”

——

You would’ve thought the world ended judging by the stares you were getting as you entered the library.

It had taken you longer than you originally planned to find it and then make your way to where Heeseung had told you he’d be if you wanted to show up, so now you were going to be a few minutes late. You hoped he would still be there and had planned for the fact you obviously didn’t frequent the building enough to get around swiftly.

Luckily, you caught sight of him the second you finished climbing the stairs to the third floor and your stomach turned in excitement.

It put a damper on your plans for your meeting to be so public but that didn’t deter you much, the familiar buzz of adrenaline running through you as you took in his appearance from a distance. He had clearly gotten there way before your meeting time and he seemed engrossed in whatever text book was laid in front of him, possibly not even realizing you were late.

You were approaching him slowly to see how long it would take him to notice you but he didn’t pick his head up from the book until you were standing in front of him and clearing your throat.

You smiled at him when he jumped in his seat, lifting his head so fast his glasses bounced on top of his nose. He immediately looked awkward and apologetic at the sight of you and you pulled out the seat next to him so you could sit down. He seemed surprised you weren’t taking the one across instead and stiffened up in his seat.

“Hope I’m not too late.” You greeted him casually and turned in the chair so your knees were pointing in his direction and you could fully face him.

“No you’re perfect.” He was shaking his head and peering at you intensely like he was in a daze and not thinking clearly. When you smirked and cocked your eyebrow at his wording he immediately flushed. “I-I mean like… t-the timing is perfect. You’re on time is all I meant.”

You laughed at him softly and he shook his head to himself, turning and sternly facing forward so he didn’t have to look at you as he closed the book he was focusing on and started to pull out the ones pertaining to what you had asked him to help you with. You didn’t pay any mind to which ones he was opening up, not having any plans to pay attention anyways.

He seemed to notice this after a few minutes and he slowly trailed off on his introduction statement when he realized you weren’t even glancing at the books, just watching the side of his face as he rambled on.

He was glancing at you from the side of his eye to really confirm what you were looking at before he sighed softly and turned his head so he was facing you more directly, shying away from your intense gaze slightly. “I thought you said you were serious.”

“I was serious about meeting you at the library.” You explained to him, shrugging softly when he furrowed his eyebrows and sighed again. You shifted your knee slightly so it was bumping into the side of his chair and he glanced down at it, snapping his head back up when he noticed the bare skin of your legs below your skirt. “It’s hard for me to focus.”

“How can I help?” He eventually asked after he took a deep calming breath and the question would’ve sounded sleazy from anybody else, like a sly pick up line. Paired with his gentle tone and earnest eyes though, you almost cooed at how eager he was to help you.

You hummed softly and pretended to think for a few seconds, liking the way he got more nervous and kept fidgeting in his chair with every passing second.

“How about we make it a game?” You were eventually stating, letting your voice come out excited and breathy like you’d just thought of the idea. “Every time I get something right, you have to answer one of my questions.”

He seemed hesitant at this and thrown off like he didn’t expect you to suggest something like that, a game that didn’t benefit you in any way and only served for you to get to know him better. He was eventually agreeing and you smiled softly as you watched him push his glasses back up his nose and try to think of something to ask you.

You liked the first few questions he asked because he was clearly taking it easy on you, stuttering out simple things that were basic knowledge and trying not to look at you when you intentionally got them wrong, wanting to drag out your game and get to listen to his smooth voice more.

When you got the first one right he was taking a second to take another breath before glancing at you curiously, slight fear in his eyes like he was worried you’d ask him something inappropriate or uncomfortable.

“When did you meet your friends?” You were eventually saying and he visibly relaxed although he had a suspicious look on his face like you’d thrown him off with the easygoing question.

“Middle school.” He mumbled out and you nodded softly, putting your elbow on the table and leaning forward onto your hand so you could be closer to him. He flushed bright red but continued with his answer. “We p-played basketball together sometimes.”

Your eyebrow quirked up in surprise at the new unlocked information and for a second you wanted to ask him if he still played but he was continuing on with the next subject question before you had the chance, shifting uncomfortably when you immediately answered it with ease and gained the opportunity for another inquiry about his life.

“Was that your first time at a party?” Your voice was lower now since you were closer and he was watching you intensely, stiffened by the way your eyes went from holding his gaze tightly in yours to watching his lips as he spoke.

“Yeah I guess so.” He shrugged softly but you could tell he was feeling anything but casual. He almost looked transfixed by how close you were getting to him the longer the two of you talked. “It wasn’t yours though.”

You smiled softly at his comment, knowing for sure now that he clearly knew of you and your reputation. You thought it was cute that he seemed unnerved by the mere mention of a party yet you found yourself in the same position as last weekend, just different couches, almost every single night you had available. You wondered if this made him less likely to answer your next question or more so.

He was asking it slowly like he had realized you knew more than you let on, giving you a rather hard one just to test his theory and sighing softly again when you answered it much quicker than it was delivered to you.

“Has anybody ever kissed you before?” You finally asked him something that slightly toed the line he originally expected you to cross.

You were leaning even closer as you said this, voice low and eyes hazy as you watched him. He wasn’t moving but he was watching you closely with that same hypnotized look in his eyes, shaking his head instinctively like he answered you without meaning to and then immediately flushing when he realized that he had.

You let your lip curl into a half smile as you looked at him and neither one of you made any move to continue on with the game, just watching each other in tensioned silence for a few beats before you were clearing your throat to try and catch his attention fully again. His eyes that had fallen down to the lower half of your face shot back up to your eyes and you cocked your head slightly.

Heeseung was trying not to shift away from you out of embarrassment but it got even more difficult when you were moving closer again, your free hand that wasn’t under your chin coming up to rest on his knee. He was suddenly glad he had worn jeans and not shorts despite how hot the weather had gotten in the past few weeks.

“Why not?” You were whispering to him and squeezing his knee softly, watching as it took a second for his dizzy mind to remember what you had even been talking about before to try and figure out what you were referring to. “Why hasn’t anybody ever kissed you?”

He just flushed more red as you assisted him in remembering, repeating the direct words as they fell casually off your lips while simultaneously causing his entire nervous system to light up.

“I’m not sure.” He whispered back, his voice wavering slightly with nerves as the conversation and tone changed quickly. “I-I don’t really know I guess.”

You hummed softly like you didn’t really believe him, thinking about the comments your friends had made about him turning down any advances. You had a feeling that was more about their own advances and judgements about him rather than him just simply being a prude. You felt like your theory was right the more he stared at the way your hand was squeezing around his knee.

“Do you want to come back to my dorm with me?” You were whispering to him suddenly and his eyes were back on yours, widening in shock for a moment before glancing around the empty library like he was worried somebody could somehow hear what you said.

This seemed to awaken him from his spell and he was leaning back a bit, aggressively popping the bubble you had fallen into with each other. You’d crossed the line enough that he was doubting your intentions again and he shifted his leg enough that your hand fell from his knee, landing lifeless on the side of his chair instead.

“For what?” He was asking with a frown and the fact that he was even slightly curious reassured you a bit that he wasn’t fully rejecting your advances, just being cautious.

“I can’t focus here.” You were explaining simply and he glanced around again like he was confused on what you meant, especially since it was pretty much completely silent and empty outside of your whispers to each other. “Too much on my mind.”

He didn’t verbally agree but he was closing the book in front of him and giving you a nervous look that made you smile, knowing he was accepting your offer to go somewhere more private. You tried not to be offended as you walked in silence, even more so because he kept looking over his shoulder like he was afraid to be seen leaving with you.

His anxiety didn’t cease as you crossed the courtyard over to your side of the dorms, if anything it just amplified the closer you got to your room and the more students you passed by.

You didn’t blame him considering you could only imagine the rumors that would blossom from him being seen with you, considering your reputation and overall look, especially since you were leading him back to your room in the middle of the day. It almost made you laugh to see how unnerved he was just to study in private with you.

When you finally got to your dorm, he still hadn’t calmed down and he awkwardly looked around the small room like he was in search of a place to sit. You’d forgone the usual desk and chair most dorms had and instead only had your bed as a resting place, raising your eyebrow at him when you walked past his stiff body to slowly lower yourself onto it, patting the spot next to you.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come here.” He was shaking his head suddenly and still standing in the middle of your room but you frowned softly at him.

“I don’t bite you know.” Your voice was soft and innocent, teasing him for his assumptions about your intentions and he gave you a disbelieving look before eventually taking a few hesitant steps and sitting as far away from you on the bed as he could possibly manage.

You watched him intensely as he took his backpack off and placed it on the floor, in between his feet. He was bending over to rummage through it and search for the subjects you were previously talking about and you scanned his frame and side profile as he did so, liking the way his turtleneck was stretched and pulled tightly against his back muscles because of his movements.

He was sitting back up and beginning to talk again but you were zoned out as you watched him, trailing down his neck to the way his hands tried to explain the subject to you.

When he eventually caught on to the fact you still weren’t paying any attention, judging by the way he asked you a question and got no response, he looked over towards you and let out a soft sigh when he realized you weren’t even pretending to be looking at the textbooks.

“You’re still not focusing.” He was mumbling to you and shaking his head, closing the book on his lap and picking at the cover with anxious fingers. “I thought you said you’d be less distracted in private.”

“Must be something else stealing my attention then.” You were shrugging and leaning back on your palm so your body was more angled towards him, smiling when his breath hitched slightly when your position made your skirt ride up your legs.

“What do you want from me?” He was eventually asking in a low, nervous voice and you cocked your head at him.

For a moment you contemplated playing the game a bit longer, telling him you didn’t want anything and this was just an innocent study date. You considered what your friends had said about him never paying any mind to any advances or attempts but then you thought again about the way he instinctively leaned closer to you and followed you back to your room despite knowing your reputation and bad habits.

“What do I want from you?” You repeated back to him and he nodded softly, eyes going to your mouth when you kissed your teeth. “Who said I want anything?”

He didn’t say anything for a few heavy seconds, tension in the air almost suffocating both of you as you waited for him to give you any signal that he had fully caught on to your intentions and didn’t mind them. His body language didn’t do much to help you, shifting uncomfortably but still watching you with an intense gaze that kept exploring around your face.

“Y-you.. I’ve heard some stuff about you, I guess.” He was eventually saying and you tilted your head as he played with his fingers anxiously, avoiding looking at you completely now as he brought up the subject.

“What have you heard exactly?” You shifted closer to him on the bed and it caught his attention again, stiffening although you still were a few feet away. “Good things… bad things?”

“I don’t know.” The way he paused, calculated and awkward, made you believe he definitely did know and just didn’t want to say. He seemed to notice you caught on to that and he sucked in a breath before pushing up his glasses. “Just the stuff you do with people.”

“I do lots of stuff with very little people. I’m picky.” You were scooting closer to him again as you said this, letting a purr seep back into your voice and he gave you a disbelieving look.

Heeseung was cute, that fact didn’t pass by you from the second you saw him, but you were a bit taken back by how handsome he looked the longer you spent with him. Despite being awkward and avoiding your eye contact like it was a devious act, his gaze was strong when you held it and he occasionally lifted an eyebrow almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it.

He had a sort of arrogance about him, something he possibly hadn’t noticed he carried. Maybe it stemmed from excelling academically or being desired for his skills, for his brains.

The other side of him, the part that was insecure and fidgeting, letting out small stutters and choked breaths was attractive to you too. You didn’t necessarily have a type, gender or appearance, but you were drawn to the fact he seemed almost drunk every time he looked at you for too long.

“You don’t believe me?” You questioned him when the look didn’t leave his face, doubting the fact that you were apparently picky yet still deciding to obviously flirt with him.

“Jake said you normally go for like.. I don’t know people like you.” He was mumbling out, his eyes still scanning your face mindlessly.

“You asked your friends about me?” You tried to keep the teasing tone out of your voice but he definitely caught on to it, flushing and stammering for a second like he hadn’t meant to give you that much information.

“J-just at the party.” He was quick to explain as he shook his head, glasses sliding down his nose bridge again. “You were l-looking I think and Sunghoon said something about it and I don’t know, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

You ignored the fact he was rambling and attempting to backtrack on what he said, leaning forward off your palm so you were closer to him again. He froze up at the sudden proximity and watched you with widen eyes when you reached over to push his glasses back up on his face, tucking some of his hair behind his ear afterwards.

“I think maybe you’re picky too.” You told him slowly, watching the way his eyes trailed from your wrist that was practically touching his cheek now, all the way up your arm before it was landing back on your face.

“I’m not.” He was shaking his head earnestly like he was trying to convince you and when you raised an eyebrow, he realized he had misspoken in his desperation. “I m-mean.. I guess I am. I just don’t think girls really would get what they want from me.”

He was saying it slow and awkward but you could sense the fact he had been thinking about this a lot. Your mind flashed with how fast he was to answer your questions even when he was feeling awkward, the way he stared at your hand that squeezed his knee in the library.

“What do you think they want?” You were muttering and you could tell by the look he gave you, incredulous and knowing like he already realized you had noticed his behavior, that he wasn’t going to tell you so you finished your sentence for him. “You think they want you to be in charge? To lose your resolve and snap, bend them over.”

He was watching you intensely as you spoke and something flashed past his eyes, dark and heavy but ashamed at the same time. You kissed your teeth again and pet his cheek softly, almost forgetting your hand was resting there until he subtly nudged the side of his face against it.

His skin was hot to the touch and still red like it had been from the moment you’d brought him back to your room, fidgeting with his fingers and not breathing as you shifted closer again so the sides of your thighs were pushed tightly against each others. He only sucked in a fast and panicked breath when your hand traveled down his cheek and stopped at the base of his neck, turning your head at his reaction.

“Such a pretty boy.” You were whispering and your voice shocked the both of you, coming out just as breathy and transfixed as his was previously.

You couldn’t help it as you studied his expression, his big eyes peering at you with hesitance and curiosity behind the thin framed glasses. He was a lot bigger than you but he seemed small and fragile with the way he shrunk in on himself, shoulders pulled forward in an attempt to disappear.

His eyes were going down towards your lips again and when he saw the corner of them pull up into a smirk they immediately left, meeting your eyes in embarrassment.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” You were asking him in a low voice and your faces were so close all it would take is a slight rock forward from either of you.

“I d-don’t know.” He whispered back but his eyes went back down to your mouth as you smiled, telling you he definitely did know. “I’m not sure how.”

“I can teach you.” Your lips were grazing against his as you spoke and a shudder ran through him, his glasses sliding forward again and touching your forehead. “Let me teach you baby.”

He was hesitating for a second but his eyes widened a touch at the pet name and then he was nodding his head, his forehead touching yours because of the movement. You were pushing into him before he could change his mind and he stiffened at the feeling of your lips against his.

He wasn’t lying about not knowing how, completely frozen throughout the kiss until you were pulling back and laughing softly, his eyebrows furrowing in an upset expression at the sound. You kissed him again before he could think too deeply about your laugh and get insecure about you making fun of him, this time bringing your hand up to his face again to try and help him add some movement.

It took a few seconds but he slowly got the hang of it, pushing against your mouth desperately once he realized he could move with you.

You pulled back out of the kiss for a second to look at him, his eyes still shut tight and his cheeks almost as red as his swollen lips. He fluttered his eyelashes open once he realized you weren’t kissing him again and gave you a confused look.

You couldn’t help yourself from pushing your hand off his cheek and into his hair, brushing it back and admiring the way it immediately flopped back into place, soft and fluffy. You were turning your head to kiss him again, a small peck that pulled a little noise from him.

“What’s wrong baby.” You practically cooed at him, adjusting his glasses and watching the way he went slightly cross eyed as he followed your fingers movements.

“Please, again.” He breathed out and you felt a pull in your stomach at the whiny tone to his voice, leaning back into you desperately and seemingly forgetting the resolve he was showing earlier.

You didn’t bother teasing him further, pulling him in for another kiss and letting it deepen quickly this time. He made another noise into your mouth as you did this, half surprised and half grateful when you continued to move your lips together at a slow pace.

His hands were shaking in his lap and you reached down blindly to grab one, bumping against his stomach on accident and feeling it harden at the touch. You ignored it for now and took his hand in yours so you could place it around your body, letting it settle near your back.

You were slipping your tongue into his mouth softly and he froze again, eyes opening for a second but immediately shutting again when you closed your fist in his hair in warning.

He let you lick into his mouth a few times, getting used to the feeling and then he was pushing forward again so he could kiss you deeper. You almost laughed at his excitement but you were stopped by the feeling of his tongue brushing against yours, experimenting for himself what it felt like.

Heeseung let out a low groan that vibrated against you and your free hand slid forward to grab near his knee again, bunching up the fabric of his pants absentmindedly.

You sucked on his tongue for a few beats before you felt his spit dripping down his chin, pressed tightly against yours considering he wasn’t allowing either of you room to breathe. You pulled back just slightly and he opened his eyes to watch you, letting out a gasp when you were turning your head to lick the wetness off his chin, your tongue trailing up until it was back in his mouth again.

His gasp made you smile into the kiss and you could feel his large hands squeezing your side, shifting slightly at the feeling.

When you were finally pulling away to try and take a breath, he was giving you a panicked look and trying to lean in again. Your hand in his hair tightened to stop his advances and he frowned deeply.

“W-why?” He was whispering and his face fell into a pout, an expression far more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him carry.

“Don’t want you to get too excited.” Your tone was teasing and your eyes dropped down to his lap, an obvious tent in his pants although you had barely touched him and just kissed a little bit.

He was clearly mortified and leaning away from you a bit, eyes darting around awkwardly like he wanted to disappear into the mattress. You were petting his hair again to try and soothe his embarrassment.

“Just messing with you baby.” You were shaking your head and trying to reassure him, your hand kneading his knee for a second before sliding up and down his clothed thigh, caressing it gently.

“It’s not funny.” He mumbled back, watching you carefully like he was waiting for you to burst out laughing at him. You frowned again at his hurt tone, wondering what past experiences he had that would lead him to he so defensive.

You were scooting closer to him again and now your legs were hooked over him, thrown over his lap so you could hold the side of his face and turn his head so he was looking at you. He froze at the feeling of your thighs pressed ontop of him but didn’t make any move to scoot away this time, just watching you with a guarded expression.

“I like that you like kissing me that much.” You were whispering it to him and his eyes went to your mouth at the reminder you had kissed. “You make me feel good too.”

“I do?” He sounded breathless at that, eyes opening up a bit in shock as he waited for your confirmation.

“Yeah baby, you’re so pretty.” You kissed your teeth softly and pushed his hair back again, taking in his features and the way he instinctively pushed his head against your palm.

You were kissing him again before he could say anything else, cupping his face in your hands and parting your mouth in shock when he was squeezing your legs, seemingly forgetting they were still in his lap until his big hands made contact with your bare skin.

He was freezing up at the realization he was touching your thighs, your skirt rolling up more to an almost dangerous height and he pulled away from the kiss to stare at you, removing his hands so fast you barely registered that they were there.

“I-I have to go.” He was rushing out and you frowned softly at his nervous tone, not saying anything as he was suddenly scooting away from you and gently placing your legs back on the bed so he could stand off of it without jolting you around.

You wanted to ask him what had happened to scare him off, mouth parting in the beginning of a question but he was throwing his backpack over his shoulder before you could form a syllable, disappearing out the door with a slight stumble that almost sent him flying into your bedside table. You sighed softly at the fact he had completely ran away from you, realizing this would be a lot harder than you thought.

——

The next time you saw Heeseung was the following Thursday morning, despite wanting to immediately seek him out once you entered campus you thought it would be better if you have him a few days to calm himself down and lessen his nerves.

This plan didn’t seem to work considering he immediately stiffened up when he caught sight of you entering the classroom he was sat in, some lecture you didn’t bother checking the subject for, asking his friend Jake in passing where you could find him. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, the front row of course, and tried to avoid looking at you.

It didn’t work considering you stopped directly in front of him, eyeing the small girl who was sitting in the seat beside him until she was glancing up at the feeling of your stare and immediately faltering before getting up and going the row behind.

Heeseung sighed softly when you smiled at her and slid into the seat, scooting the chair slightly so you were closer to him.

“What are you doing here?” He sounded exhausted and completely thrown off, facing the front of the classroom and whispering out of the side of his mouth.

“Am I not allowed to attend a class?” You were whispering back to him, still holding your smile despite the fact he was refusing to look at you.

“So you’re interested in physical anthropology now?” His tone was sarcastic and he finally spared you a quick glance, faltering when he saw your smile and the way you leaned forward with your chin on your palm so you could be closer to him.

“Maybe I just wanted to see you.” You were shrugging softly and tapping your foot against his, staring at his clean tennis shoes for a second before looking back at him to see him holding his gaze on yours now.

He watched you for a few beats, you could tell he was holding his breath by the way his shoulders were tensed and then finally releasing in a small shuddered exhale. You raised an eyebrow at him and went to speak, stopping when his eyes dropped to your mouth for a second before he was flushing and going back to staring at the empty chalkboard.

You smiled softly at the realization he was clearly replaying the other day in his mind, more awkward than normal now that you’d caught him zoning out staring at your mouth.

The professor was coming in now and you stiffened slightly, Heeseung’s foot trapped under yours. For a second you considered staying and teasing him a bit further but considering you definitely weren’t supposed to be here and you were directly in the front row, you imagined it would be easier to just leave before you were removed.

You were gathering your bag, slipping the strap back over your shoulder as Heeseung watched you from the corner of his eye.

You leaned down towards him, letting your lips graze against his ear and trying not to laugh at the way a shiver wracked through his body as he clenched his pencil tighter.

“There’s a party tomorrow at Beomgyu’s place. You and your friends should come.” You didn’t give him the chance to say anything about your invitation, knowing he was most likely to decline while in your presence.

You could feel him watching you still as you turned to leave the classroom, waving slightly at the professor who was giving you a confused look.

——

“Wait, you’re actually thinking about going?” Sunghoon was raising a dark eyebrow as he sat up to look at his friend, not paying attention before but now on high alert as he tuned into the conversation. “Are you fucking insane?”

“Dude when has Heeseung ever been invited to a party by a girl.” Jake was rebutting and wrapping an arm around the mentions boys shoulders, shaking him slightly with an excited grin. “And she’s hot.”

Heeseung groaned softly and pushed his friends arm off of him, flopping on the couch and trying not to think too deeply about the reason his jaw clenched at Jake’s wording. He had decided to confide in them after your interaction in the classroom, leaving out the details of what happened in your dorm.

He could hear Jake’s mocking tone now, scolding him for running away from you the way he did.

“Yeah exactly. I mean no offense but do you not find it slightly suspicious that Y/N is suddenly interested in Heeseung?” Sunghoon was speaking slowly like he was worried about hurting his friends feelings, eyeing him carefully.

Heeseung didn’t say anything still, regretting bringing it up at all. He had blurted it out awkwardly after they’d questioned his red blushing face, still replaying the feeling of you whispering in his ear in a classroom full of gossiping peers.

“Hee is a smoke show dude, it’s about time ladies started to notice it.” Jake was shaking his head and pointing a stern finger towards the other two boys who were watching him from the couch.

Heeseung sighed again when his friend turned on his feet and disappeared into his closest, muttering something about making him look as sexy as possible for when he saw you. Sunghoon glanced over at him when he heard the small noise and raised an eyebrow.

“I can tell him to chill out if you want.” He was offering, noticing how tense the oldest boy looked.

“Do you really think she couldn’t like me?” It was slipping out before he even decided if he wanted to say it or not, wincing at how insecure and nervous his voice sounded and hoping Sunghoon didn’t pick up on how totally distraught over this he was.

He knew Sunghoon wouldn’t make fun of him like Jake but he felt embarrassed over being so inexperienced and awkward around girls still. He’d had bad experiences that only his friends really knew about and hadn’t really planned to ever make another attempt until you’d approached him, charming and devilish while smelling sweeter than any person he’d ever encountered.

Sunghoon seemed to finally notice that his protective behavior was furthering his friends insecurity and he sighed softly once more before patting him affectionately on the knee.

“Let’s get you dressed.”

——

Despite only coming to the party to see if Heeseung would come, you weren’t expecting much. You highly doubted he would actually attend or if he did he’d most likely not be okay being seen with you after the stunt you had pulled in the classroom.

So you were you completely, and uncharacteristically, frozen in the middle of the room when the crowd had slightly parted and you caught sight of him leaning against the wall. He was with his two friends again and you could still see the nervous twitch in his hands but his visual had taken a complete 180, almost not recognizing him for a split second.

You were making your way over there before he even realized you were approaching, eyes widening slightly when Sim Jake was nudging him in the ribs to get his attention and nodding his head towards you.

“Your glasses.” You breathed out once you were in speaking distance, almost toe to toe with him and staring at him with slightly amazed eyes. He awkwardly looked to his sides at his friends and Sunghoon cleared his throat before pushing off the wall and waiting for the other boy to join him.

“Hey.” Heeseung was greeting now that they were gone, trying to carry a casual tone despite the fact he was picking at the skin around his thumb.

You scanned down his outfit, tight ripped jeans with a simple black shirt tucked into the belt but he looked nothing like himself, missing his usual sweaters and loose fitted pants. Not to mention the most jarring part, his lack of glasses sat against his high nose.

“Are you… wearing eyeliner?” You were instinctively leaning forward to get a closer look, too invested and intrigued in his new look to realize how little space you were leaving between the two of you.

He stiffened at the fact you were swaying closer to him, your nose brushing against his for a second and your mouth twitched downwards at the fact his glasses weren’t hitting against your forehead anymore. He must’ve misread your reaction between he winced slightly and looked down towards his feet.

“You look sexy.” You blurted out when you realized his insecure expression, your hand coming to grip his arm and trying not to look down at the feeling of his bare skin under your palm, forgetting about his top of choice.

“D-do I?” He was muttering out and then quickly clearing his throat and attempting to steady his expression. “Do I?”

“Can you see?” You ignored his ask for reassurance and smiled a little bit, sliding over so your back was against the wall too and your shoulders were pressed together.

He tensed again at the way you moved away which causes you to furrow your brows, assuming he would have rather you not be all over him in case anybody was starting to pay attention to the two of you. You nudged him softly with your hand to try and bring his attention back to what you were asking him.

“No, not really.” He flushed as he said it, embarrassed to be admitting that he had forgone one of his senses just to look nice.

“You’re not missing much.” You mumbled back to him, looking out into the surging crowd and scanning the faces, some familiar and some empty and blending together the longer you watched. “Other than a few girls eyeing you.”

“Seriously?” He was glancing over at you with an interested expression and you scoffed while turning your head to face him better, eyes dipping down to his mouth for a second before meeting his gaze again. He seemed more relaxed now and he was smirking slightly while looking at you.

“Oh so you’re interested?” You teased him back, liking the fact he wasn’t immediately looking away from you at the soft purr seeping into your voice.

“Not necessarily.” He was answering swiftly and your stomach swooped at the familiar breathiness in his tone.

You were turning towards him more and he was looking at you with low eyes, stiffening slightly when your hand was coming back up to rest against his arm. You were softly touching his skin before dragging your hand down towards his wrist, squeezing it tightly and pressing against the bone there. He squirmed against the wall but didn’t say anything, looking at you with a curious expression that was slowly merging into the one he had after you kissed him.

You could tell he was thinking about it judging by the way his eyes kept darting around your face, seemingly not even realizing the way he was instinctively leaning towards you.

“Who did your makeup?” You were asking him in a quiet tone and it took a second for him to respond, not registering your voice at first considering how transfixed he was by your presence. “Was it Jake?”

He was nodding softly at your suggested answer, looking sheepish again at the reminder of his changed appearance. You were humming under your breath before letting go of his wrist, bringing your thumb up to your mouth and wetting it slightly with a flick of your tongue. He watched you in amazement as you brought your wet digit to his face, carefully cleaning up the messy lines.

Your other hand was also coming up to his face to cup his jaw in an attempt to keep him still so you could avoid poking him. He held his breath the entire time you were touching him, gently wiping your wet thumb along his waterline and giving him a more smudged and smokey look rather than the amateurish lines his friend had attempted.

When you pulled back from his face, he remained still as he watched you with an almost drunk gaze, completely floored by your actions.

“Would you let me kiss you?” You were whispering to him, just barely reaching his ears over the loud music and the crowd talking and laughing but he managed to catch it and he glanced behind your shoulder awkwardly like he was afraid somebody was watching.

“Not here.” He whispered back nervously like he thought you’d get upset. A small pang of hurt hit your chest but you tried to ignore it, knowing your reputation was your own doing and nobody else’s fault.

He hadn’t declined your proposition however and that fact didn’t miss you, grabbing his wrist again and tugging him gently off the wall so he could be dragged behind you as you made your way out of the main section of the house and towards one of the halls. You passed by his friends on the way out and you ignored the glare Park Sunghoon sent in your direction.

You entered a dark room in silence and he was flustered for a moment when you immediately pushed him against the nearest hard surface and kissed him, not giving him any time to panic or hesitate before he was attempting to unfreeze and kiss you back.

The kiss was deep and filthy and you felt a pull in your stomach at the way he dipped down slightly, knees going weak at the feeling of you pressed against him. You pulled back for a second to look at him, only slightly able to see his face in the dark and you almost frowned again at his lack of eyewear.

“Wear your glasses next time.” You instructed him in a breathy tone, stern in your words even as you leaned forward so your front was completely pressed against his.

“N-next time? Yeah.. yeah I will, I promise.” He was nodding earnestly and you smiled slightly at the giddiness in his voice at the prospect of you both continuing to meet like this.

You were kissing him again to try and distract yourself from how cute you found him, how much you liked the way he reacted to you and the charming carelessness he carried once he was comfortable. It’d been a long time since you were interested in somebody but you were going to steel up and remember that this was simply a challenge, nothing more.

He was doing his best to kiss you back and you could feel his chest rising and falling against yours, his hands resting against the wall to try and keep himself standing upright. Yours were traveling down his stomach until you could grab the belt loops of his pants and tug him off the wall slightly, turning your bodies in a circle so you were pressed against a solid surface instead.

He let out a small gasp and pulled back for a second to see where you had moved to, eyeing you curiously when you finally flicked on the lights and he realized you were inside a small bathroom.

You kissed him one more time briefly before raising yourself up onto the marble sink, pulling him forward again by his pants and laughing softly when you heard him shriek a little at the sudden movement. You trapped him between your legs and held his face softly, watching his big eyes for a second before kissing him deeply again.

“You can touch me.” You were whispering into his mouth when you realized his hands were nervously clutching onto the counter, warm mouth moving down to kiss against his jawline.

“R-right.” He was nodding but not making any move to do so, stiffening slightly when you started to suck on his neck softly, one of your hands tangled in the back of his previous styled hair.

When you bit down slightly on his tan skin, he was finally moving. He instinct lurched forward with a groan and gripped onto the closest thing, which happened to be just above your knee. He seemed like he wanted to flinch back once he felt your skin under his hold but he didn’t, taking a deep breath and keeping it there.

“Don’t be nervous.” You mumbled against his neck and you tightened your legs that were around his waist, pulling him closer so he was flushed against your lower half. “It’s just me.”

You were moving your mouth back up to kiss him again and he sighed into, leaning forward against you so you swayed backwards slightly and you felt your head pressing against the mirror placed behind you. He was pulling back to look down at you, staying pressed against you so the two of you were breathing into each others mouths.

“You have no idea how nervous that makes me.” He was speaking in a low breathy tone and your stomach dipped at how dark his eyes had gotten, still awkward but definitely feeling the effects of being around you now.

“I want you.” You tried your best to reassure him despite it not being something you usually ever did, curling your hand in his hair slightly just enough so he could feel the pull. His hand was sliding up from your knee slowly but he completely skipped your thigh, hesitantly placing it against your waist.

He was nodding slowly and surprising you by initiating another kiss, his big hand tightening around your hip bone like he didn’t even mean to do it. You hummed softly against him and spread your legs more so he could keep pressing against you.

You could feel him getting more desperate the longer you kissed, licking into your mouth and letting out small little needy whines while trying to remain quiet in case anybody passed by drunkenly looking for the restroom. When you first rolled your hips against him, he was completely faltering and he released a small shout into the kiss, freezing up at the overwhelming feeling.

You waited for a few seconds before doing it again, trying to encourage him to grind himself against you, clearly able to feel how hard he was just from kissing.

He took a while to follow your silent instructions but the pleasure overwhelmed his ability to think straight and he forgot about his insecurities for just a moment, his hips stuttering into yours as he groaned lowly at the feeling. You were moving your foot up on the counter so your legs were completely spread and tugging his hair again in an attempt to encourage his movement.

Heeseung was hesitantly fucking himself against you, losing focus and completely forgetting about the fact you were kissing, his hand kneading against your side almost painfully. He was pulling his head back away from your mouth and lowering his forehead onto your shoulder instead, more groans falling from his lips.

“That’s good baby.” Your voice was breathy and you were nodding even though he couldn’t see it, your hand holding his hair tightly from where he was resting in your neck. “Does it feel good?”

“F-feels.. fuck.” He trailed off after that and you almost laughed at how wrecked he sounded, hearing him swear for the first time from how overwhelmed he was getting.

You could imagine how he must be feeling, how addicting it would be to go from never being kissed to suddenly experiencing pleasure so intense for the first time. He would most likely do anything you wished here in this lowly lit bathroom, including helping you succeed in winning the challenge.

He was pulling his head up for a second to look at you, eyes watery and affectionate before he was surging forward for another amateurish kiss and you responded quickly, feeling guilty for your line of thinking and deciding that if you were going to win then it wasn’t going to be somewhere this desperate. Despite only being a pawn in your ego filled game, Heeseung was still a person and deserved better than a quick fuck on top of a bathroom sink.

“Let me help you cum and then let’s go back to your dorm.” You were whispering into his mouth, hands moving down out of his hair to fidget with the metal button of his jeans and he was stiffening up.

You looked at him in confusion when he was gripping your wrist tightly, stopping you from unbuttoning his pants and awkwardly avoiding looking at you. At first you assumed he was just uncomfortable with taking it further and you were fully prepared to back off until you noticed how red his neck and face were getting, embarrassment and shame rolling off him in waves.

“Oh.” You accidentally let the exclamation fall from your lips, mouth parting in shock at the realization he had came in his pants despite you not even touching him.

He was backing up from you quickly at the sound and clenching his fist together with anxiety, not looking at you and instinctively bringing a hand up to fidget with his glasses even though they weren’t there. You didn’t say anything for a few seconds out of shock, watching him panic.

“That’s okay.” You were attempting to reassure him but you could tell the damage was already done judging by the disbelieving glare he sent you, shaking his head and biting the inside of his cheek like he was trying to stop himself from crying. “Heeseung, it’s fine seriously.”

He didn’t say anything else but he was giving you a heavy glance, eyes upset and frustrated at himself before he was taking a deep shuddering breath and turning to walk out the door, leaving you awkwardly sat on the counter top still trying to catch your breath.

You unfroze after a few seconds and went to go and follow after him, surprising yourself as you ignored people’s questioning stares at your worried expression as you stood on your tiptoes and tried to find him inside the crowd. You were having no luck and you figured he must’ve just left completely until you spotted one of his friends standing by himself in the kitchen, refilling his cup. You made your way over to him quickly.

“Park.” Your voice was raised so he could hear you over the music and he turned at the sound with a raised eyebrow, face hardening in worry when he realized who it was that said his name. “Did you see where Heeseung went?”

“What happened?” He was rushing out and his face softened in concern, reaching down into his pocket to grab his phone and you assumed he was texting or calling the boy. “What did you say?”

You were slightly offended that he assumed you had hurt his friends feelings before remembering the whole reason you were messing around with him in the first place, leaning over his shoulder to try and see the text message he was sending Heeseung. He glared and turned his phone screen away from your nosy eyes which made you sigh.

“I didn’t say anything.” You spat out at him, glaring back in his direction and crossing your arms. “It’s none of your business what happened but I really didn’t do anything.”

He was sighing and putting his phone back into his pocket. “He’s leaving with Jake.” You were nodding and turning to leave him alone but him clearing his throat stopped you and you glanced back at him in confusion. “Whatever you’re doing, I really hope you’re not messing with him. He’s been through a lot and I don’t know if he could handle it.”

You tried to keep your expression stony, knowing that he was particularly perceptive and he’d definitely catch the flash of guilt passing through you if you let it show even slightly. You didn’t say anything and his eyes grew more suspicious at your silence, shaking his head in disappointment and wandering off before you had the chance to.

——

You showed up to classes early the next Monday, standing in front of Heeseung’s first one of the morning and waiting patiently for him to arrive so you could talk to him.

You caught sight of him not too long after you got there, walking in with Jake and Yang Jungwon. He immediately froze when he saw you and his eyes widened, turning around swiftly to try and go back down the hallway but he was stopped by his friends holding his arms tightly and walking him towards you.

“Delivery for Y/N.” Jake was smiling at you when they approached with him captured and you gave him a sheepish one in return, feeling slightly awkward with the way the other two boys were eyeing you with excitement. It wasn’t like you to get easily embarrassed but you weren’t sure how much they knew about you.

They were ditching him with a pat on the back and a knowing look, disappearing into the classroom and leaving you stood in the hallway with a frozen Heeseung.

“Hey.” You were mumbling to him and he glanced up at you, cheeks already reddening despite the fact you didn’t say anything of substance yet. You were tucking your hair behind your ear uncomfortably and he stiffened up at the realization you were also feeling embarrassed for once.

“I’m sorry.” He was rushing out and shaking his head, looking around the hallway like he was worried somebody was going to overhear him. “I made a total fool out of myself and I get it if you never want to see me again.”

“Heeseung.” You cut off his rambling abruptly and gestured around yourself with a raised eyebrow. “I’m awake way too early and stood outside a class I don’t take… I think it’s pretty clear I don’t mind seeing you.”

He reddened more at that but for different reasons now, complete struck and confused by the fact that somebody as charming and experienced as you would want to spend time with him even after he’d came in his pants like a 14 year old boy. He itched the back of his neck nervously and you watched his glasses slide down his nose, smiling softly without realizing you were.

“Not too happy about being left in the bathroom of a shitty frat party.” You made sure you kept your voice light and teasing despite the actual hurt you’d felt that night, tugging down your skirt and awkwardly pushing past drunk college students to call a cab home.

“I’m sorry.” He was mumbling but he sounded honest, taking a step closer to you at the look on your face and you gave him another smile, reaching forward to grip onto his sweater sleeve before glancing around the way he always did when you interacted.

However this time was different apparently considering he was keeping his eyes down at you, not caring who saw the two of you talking at such a close distance. He felt stupid for last night and being so wary about being around you in public, for doubting your intentions just because you had a poor reputation. You were smiling at him and holding his wrist gently in your hands, forgetting your reasoning for coming here for a moment.

Movement behind him was catching your attention and you moved your gaze around his tall shoulder, freezing completely when you caught sight of a few of your “friends” laughing and snickering meanly as they watched the two of you interact. You were dropping his hand and his eyebrows furrowed, following your line of sight and awkwardly shifting when he saw the people watching you.

“Are they your friends?” He was whispering to you, sensing how uncomfortable you were and also remembering how little he actually knew about you. He was slightly intimidated by your friends and their habits but he’d felt the same about you before he got to know you more, almost waving at them until you were grabbing his arm again to stop him.

“No, they’re not.” You were sternly shaking your head when he looked back at you with a confused glance, remembering them sitting beside you at the party where you’d first talked.

You felt sickness in your stomach when one of the girls nudged the others with her sharp elbow and gave you a knowing look, starting to approach the two of you. You recalled her being the one at the party who said she’d attempted to get with Heeseung before and he rejected her, fearing what her ego and pride would cause her to say to him now.

“Hey Y/N.” She was smiling when she got closer, the others trailing behind, but her grin was mean and telling. She had trouble growing in her eyes and you didn’t like the way she started at the tall boy who was getting more uncomfortable by the second, sending you panicked gazes as he realized her tone wasn’t friendly. “Is it going well then? Did you do it?”

“Wonyoung.” You were warning her with a shake of your head, squeezing Heeseung’s wrist without meaning to. Normally she listened to you well, whether it was because respect or fear, but you could tell she was picking up on the emotion in your eyes and using your rare show of vulnerability to her advantage.

“Do what?” Heeseung was whispering from beside you and you could feel his gaze on you, only asking you and not paying the other girl any attention.

You didn’t respond to him but you sighed softly and squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, stomach turning painfully as you tried to think of a way out of this situation. Sunghoon’s words from the other night were ringing in your head and it was coupled with the soft look Heeseung had given you before kissing you again.

“So no then?” She was pouting and kissing her teeth softly like she was disappointed, a low hiss dragging out and filling the heavy silence that was taking over everytime somebody stopped speaking. “You could always give up you know, if he’s playing hard to get.”

It was clear what she was talking about now and you felt Heeseung stiffen in your hold, you wanted to drop his hand but you couldn’t move your body in fear of giving anything away or seeing his reaction. You could hear his breath catching in his throat in realization and you started to shake your head but he was tugging his arm away from you and taking a few steps backwards.

You finally looked at him and your expression crumbled at the look on his face, partially hurt and disgusted but you could tell he mainly felt embarrassed and humiliated for thinking you actually had liked him, his eyes darting all around and cowering away from the amused looks of the people gathered around Wonyoung like he was afraid of them.

“Hee.” You were breathing out, surprising yourself at how quiet and weak your voice was coming out.

The sound of you talking seemed to snap him out of his panic and he gave you one more heavy look, eyes watery and clenching his jaw before he was turning on his heel and disappearing down the hallway.

“He’s missing a class? I guess he’s experiencing at least one of his first times.” She was chiming out and the group behind her let out approving laughs, sounding ridiculous and practiced in a way that made your lip snarl up in disgust.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” You were spitting out at her and shoving her shoulder slightly, fear flashing through her face for just a second before it was hardening back into a mean glare as she sneered down at you.

“Did you forget what you are to us? What you were doing with him in the first place?” Her words were direct and harsh, confirming your initial worries that they hadn’t actual ever cared about you outside of needing some entertainment. “Don’t tell me you actually managed to like him?”

She said it like it was something ridiculous, like he was impossible to have feelings for or rather you were incapable of feeling things towards anybody and you felt sick again at the realization she was right.

You had started to like Heeseung, way more than you had even realized until he was walking away from you and giving you such a broken look. You’d never felt this terrible about hurting somebody before and you would’ve immediately chased after him if it wasn’t for the anger coursing through you keeping you rooted to your spot.

“Don’t talk about him again.” You were spitting at her, taking a step closer and her eyes looked hesitant for a second like she had just realized how serious you were about this. “Don’t even look at him I mean it, all of you. Leave the both of us alone.”

You expected her to say something else, to not let you go that easy but she seemed surprised by how genuinely upset you were, not used to you actually caring about the people or situations they challenged you to put yourself in messy environments with.

You were turning and following down the hallway before you could think about it more, picking up speed until you were almost in a jog although you were pretty positive he was long gone by now. When you pushed outside a cold chill ran through you and you sighed softly at the barren campus, his long legs and habit of running away giving him the advantage.

It was embarrassing how upset you were getting, your eyes watering now as you decided to just head back to your dorm, wiping your teary eyes with your sleeves and keeping your head down incase anybody walked past.

——

A few hours of wallowing in your own self pity and you quickly realized how absolutely idiotic you were, not even capable of texting him and asking to talk considering you’d been so inconsiderate you’d never even asked him for his number. He had little social media which didn’t surprise you and you almost messaged one of his friends out of desperation but decided against it knowing they most likely were already wishing you the worst.

It was extremely rare Heeseung ever missed a class and you imagined they’d been weirded out enough to pry the truth out of him, hating you more than they already had.

You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep, tightly laid in your bed trying to pretend the day hadn’t happened and going over every possible way to get Heeseung’s trust back. You must’ve dozed off considering you were waking up in a jolt at the sound of rough knocks on your door.

You were frozen for a few seconds in tired confusion before you were rushing to get up and answer the door, briefly catching the clock on the wall alerting you to the fact it was the middle of the night. You felt anxious swinging the door open, knowing it must be important if they were here this late but you froze when you saw who it was standing at your door.

Or more accurately, crumpled in a messy ball on your door mat. Heeseung’s large frame was slumped down on the dirty cement and for a second you thought he might be unconscious until he was picking his head up, eyes hazy with big tears streaming down his red cheeks. He let out a small sob when he saw you looking down at him with worry and you crouched down quickly.

“Hee, what happened?” You were rushing out although you had a pretty good idea, your hands coming up to rub his back gently knowing there was no point in attempting to lift him off the ground. “Are you drunk?”

He was shaking his head to say no but you could smell the alcohol rolling off of him in waves, heavy and gross like he’d been drinking for quite some time before ending up at your door. Your heart ached again thinking about him uncharacteristically getting wasted because how badly you’d upset him. “Can you stand up?”

“Why don’t you l-like me?” He was hiccuping out and totally ignoring what you were requesting from him, gripping onto your arms that were still trying to gently rub his back and he was looking up at you with his big round eyes full of fat tears.

“Heeseung.” You were sighing softly and not answering him, patting him on the back slightly to try and keep his attention on what you were originally saying. “Come inside with me and then we can talk, we don’t want anybody to complain.”

He clearly wasn’t coherent enough to comprehend the second half of what you said but he perked up at the idea of being invited inside, using the support of your doorway and your body to stand to his fully height, wobbling slightly as you helped him inside and lowered him down onto your bed. You tried not to think about the last time he was in here, watching him with tired eyes and frowning.

You were reaching down into his pant pockets to try and find his cellphone, feeling slightly sick at the soft cries he was still letting out as he drunkenly lost control of his emotions. You finally found it and pulled it out, swiping up the screen and pleased to see he didn’t have a password set.

“W-what are you doing?” He was mumbling out as he tried to watched you, not able to keep his head still. You sat beside him so he could see what you were doing on his screen, not saying anything when he rested his head gently against your shoulder. “Jake?”

“Yeah baby, I’m calling Jake.” You sighed softly and rubbed his knee for a second, trying to calm down his sniffles before you called his friend and accidentally caused a panic at the sound of him blabbering in the background.

“Why can’t I stay with you?” He was asking and his voice cracked in pain, the smell of liquor on his breath making you wince. “You d-don’t like me.” He was repeating what he had asked you earlier and shaking his head against your shoulder.

“I do like you.” You eventually managed to say, knowing he most likely wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning anyways. He didn’t stop crying but he didn’t say anything else for a few moments, just leaning his weight against you as you held his phone and contemplated what to do. He watched as you pressed the call button and didn’t say anything else.

“Dude, where the fuck did you go?” Jake’s voice was slurring through the phone on the second ring, clearly worried and searching for the older boy. “Heeseung?”

“It’s Y/N.” You awkwardly interjected and the silence was heavy. You could vaguely hear him repeat your name to somebody and you assumed he was telling Sunghoon who it was on the other line. “He was outside my door, I don’t know how he got here.”

“We’re on our way.” Jake sighed back but he sounded more frustrated now, maybe at himself for letting his friend drunkenly crawl back to the person who had hurt him so bad. Heeseung cried harder again when he heard his friends comment from where he was laying against you and Jake didn’t say anything for a second at the sound.

“He doesn’t want to go.” You explained in an awkward whisper, not wanting to get in between whatever agreement they had come to about you.

You knew you deserved the harsh tone of his voice and the prolonged silence over the phone while he decided what to do, holding your breath and waiting despite not being too sure yourself what you wanted his answer to be. He was clearing his throat suddenly and Heeseung perked up at the sound.

“I can drop by in the morning and grab him.” He was letting out slowly and he sounded hesitant, Heeseung nuzzling against your neck contently at his friends words. “If that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah.” You were rushing out before you even realized you were speaking, squeezing the boys knee again when he hugged your free arm that wasn’t holding up the phone. “That’s no problem. Thanks Jake.”

Your words had a double meaning and you had no doubt the other boy had picked up on the relief in your voice, humming softly before whispering a goodbye and hanging up the phone. You kept it against your ear for a few seconds longer before turning it off and placing it gently down on your bedside table, looking over at its owner.

He was watching you with a saddened expression and you gave him a smile that didn’t meet your eyes, eyeing his outfit and lack of glasses.

“I lost them.” He mumbled when he noticed you looking, able to hold contact with you better considering he was wasted and not able to see properly. You felt relieved he had somehow managed to safely get to your dorm in this state, thinking about asking him but realizing he probably didn’t even remember. “Sunghoon said I should try to have fun.”

“Did you?” Your voice cracked as you asked him although you already knew what his answer would be.

“Did you ever like me?” He was ignoring your question and spinning it back on you, his eyes sad again even though he had stopped sobbing after getting confirmation he was allowed to spend the night.

You considered not answering him, already having a difficult time admitting it to yourself let alone telling him so directly. Liking him meant explaining yourself, having to tell him why you had talked to him in the first place and just blindly hope he would trust you enough to believe it had become real for you along the way despite having no reason to think you were telling the truth.

“I do like you.” You told him sternly, ignoring how uncomfortable it felt to express your feelings so directly.

He deserved to know it was possible for somebody to like him, he deserved far better than you and the games you had played with him for the amusement of other people.

“I’m not that drunk.” He was shaking his head, potentially figuring out that you were being so honest under the guise he would forget it all in the morning. “We started drinking forever again, I’m just a lightweight I think. I was just upset.”

You could tell he was under exaggerating a little bit considering how he was still rocking back and forth slightly and his eyes were red and glossy but now that he had calmed down he was definitely more coherent, the alcohol just helping him speak more confidently rather than put him in a totally messy blacked out state.

“Ask me again tomorrow then.” You were telling him softly and turning to face him better, cupping his cheeks in your hands and giving him a sad smile.

He seemed to notice the slight tears in your eyes and the heavy guilt you were feeling for hurting him this bad and he stayed silent for a few beats, watching you like he was trying to decide what to say. His drunk mind had brought him back to you but you weren’t sure if he’d want to stay once he was thinking more clearly.

“And you’ll say it again then?” He was eventually asking you and the familiar hint of insecurity was seeping into his voice again.

You knew you’d made it worse, added onto whatever issues the situations he’d dealt with in the past had created but you felt deep in your heart that if he would give you another chance, if he decided tomorrow this was worth a shot, you’d spend as long as he’d allow you trying to fix the damage done.

“I’ll say it for as long as you let me.” You were whispering back to him and his face softened slightly, lips twitching up in a small grin as he nodded softly and let you wipe the remaining wetness from his eyes.

The two of you crawled into your small bed together, clumsily helping him out of his uncomfortable clothes and not feeling any sensual energy whilst carrying out the domestic act, just laughing together under your breaths as you tried your hardest to get him out of his tight jeans.

You were tucking in underneath your blanket, the unfamiliarity of having somebody in your bed with you being overwhelmed by the comfort his presence brought you, his hair messily sprawled against your favorite pillow and looking at you with low and tired eyes. You weren’t sure if he’d feel this content in the morning, if he only accepted your words because the high in his system or the longing he felt for you due to his own sadness.

But you were happy with your situation for now, knowing that if you needed to do it all again for him tomorrow you would. Continuing on for as long as he needed, for as long as he’d let you.

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfiction #heeseung #jake enhypen #heeseung drabbles #heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #sunghoon enhypen #enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #heeseung fanfic #heeseung enhypen #lee heeseung #heeseung imagine #heeseung fic

[luna-lovegreat]

It's all "links meet aus" and "zeldas meet aus", but where's my "companions meet aus"?

I wanna see midna bash fi and navis heads together for annoying her

I mean can you imagine the sheer chaos of all the Zelda companions meeting and going on a journey together? They're all companions/guides! One of thems a talking hat for hylias sake how are they supposed to take initiative?

I think it'd be like Lu where they all just meet up, but can you imagine the chain just somehow finds out this happened (and twilight is just like guys I am so sorry about midna) (but they're also really oddly touched that all their friends met each other too)

Pretty sure midna would be the sort of leader, since the last time she was in a foreign world she just found the nearest dude and started ordering him around. By like halfway through twilight princess she was literally asking LINK to accompany her to get what she needed.

But like. 90% of the group would be fairies. Which can't heal. One is a talking hat who just needs a head? He can't go on midnas cause she throws him off with her magic hair, poor ezlo is just trying to keep up.

They also have these weird green shadows who come around? They don't talk, but there's a rock, a fish, a bird, and a lady who just appear and stab things and shoot wind water fire and lightning.

Also midnas really confused why wolf link just shows up and kills things every now and then (from botw amibo)

Fi is the one who can talk to Hylia and awaken memories and get guidance and information or whatever, but she only does this by ballerina dancing and the others are always pissed at her anyways "WE DONT KNOW WHAT BATTERIES ARE OR A WII REMOTE WILL YOU PLEASE GO BACK IN SWORD FORM ALREADY" "I detect there is a 90% chance you need a key to open this door" "wow. Your perception is unparalleled fi."

Also there's a boat. A boat. Who is also good at taking charging since he's a king, which causes some friction between him and midna, since she has to grab him by her hair to move him half the time.

And with the fairies. Again. They all offer advice mainly. And with the fairies a lot of their main role is speaking and getting attention and pitching in? They come on an intersection and there's a chorus of bells all shouting the same directions. Ezlo is trying to cover the kings ears from his place on the boats head

Also there's this ghost/spirit of Zelda that everyone just feels REALLY strong loyalty to. But she's just like this kid who wants her body back?! They try to protect her but she can turn into a purple knight and stab things so there's that. I think there's also some animal companions from ooa/oos so.

Side quests are nonexistent they don't care about a village or gathering frogs for a kid they are there to save the world on a mission linear plot it is

And it's interesting because you have so many of them who just vanish and then appear to give loud advice. All at once. And the fighting skills basically fall to those weird green shadows that shoot various elements and fight and randomly disappear. Midna and spirit Zelda can fight, and Fi can too (kind of like how she fights as a sword in hyrule warriors). Also up to you if midna is drop dead gorgeous or devilish imp.

By the end they find whatever enemy so they can go back and midna is so pissed by this point that she hears the word "batteries" from Fi and goes full on fused shadow and just obliterates the jerk

***I have not played all the games so do not know or understand all of the companions and probably got some stuff wrong

Bonus: there is a child in a village named Link who does not have the spirit of the hero. He is stalked for three days until Fi decides his vibes are off and they all stop telling him he's the chosen one

#I just think it'd be really funny ok #they hear the word ganon and go into a blind rage #*finds someone named link* #psst hey kid #you want a sword #we need someone named link to tell what to do please kid #king of red lions: we can MAKE him have the spirit of the hero #fi: he does not have the hero vibes and I would not let him wield me. the batteries- OK WERE GOING FI #loz #Zelda #linked universe #twilight princess #totk #botw #Zelda companions #midna #navi #idk what to tag this I hope that's ok #me: has fifteen analysis posts in drafts #me: has a weird crack fic idea and writes it out #*glances at posts* don't look at me like that

[pascallatte]

Sleepylina

Pairings: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader, Boyd Holbrook x platonic!reader

Summary: Don’t sleep when you have friends who like to make fun of you.

Warning/s: waking up those who’re asleep (yes this is a warning cause this is illegal.😤), age gap, fun teasing

Date: 2015, November

A/N:  hello, sorry for the delayed post but I tried a new thing hoping you guys won't get confused. Anywayssss, happy reading everyone!!

PROOF THAT THE Y/N L/N AND PEDRO PASCAL HAVE BEEN DATING FOR YEARS!!

this video is a fucking treasure when it comes to their so-called "friendship" cause let's be real the ending is sweet yet not-so-friend-like.

Pedro's cam:

“Guys come on. I have to show you something,” Pedro said as he started the video and walked towards the car while on a break from filming an episode of Narcos.

Moving to the back of the car, he angles the camera to show you, who was seated at the back, sleeping. With a smirk, he drops the camera for a second to open the door at the driver’s side.

“Let's see what I can do with that sleepylina at the back,” he whispered to the camera, as soon as he was seated.

He turns the radio on and switched it to play something that he knew would annoy you. Looking at the camera again, he angles it up higher to show you who was peacefully sleeping. Pedro lowers the camera to make some silly pigeon-looking expression, then slowly pans the camera to Boyd who was seated in the passenger’s seat.

He stills for a moment then once again angles the camera to you. With a soft chuckle, turns the camera back to his partner before saying,” BOYD!!,” quite loudly.

Pedro laughs at that and a “WHAT!”, was heard coming from Boyd.

At this moment, you who were peacefully sleeping, shuffled a bit and decided to lay on your back seeing as there was enough space for you. But this just pushed your co-actors to do the indescribable to you.

With the music still playing (which surprisingly matches the vibe), the two looked at each other with similar smirks before simultaneously exiting the car to open those in your area.

Chuckling, the guys stood at each end of you, Pedro at your feet and Boyd towards your head, who was seen already recording your “situation.”

Boyd’s cam:

Pedro was seen opposite of him leaning towards you to get a better view of your face, chuckling he decides to do the same but makes sure that both his friends were seen.

He released a small laugh as he moved your hair to be more sprawled out in the car seat. Boyd separated your hair and a horn-like shape was seen as he tried to “perfect his creation.”

“Aye, Pedro.” He whisper shouted. Pedro looked at him with a questioning look.

“Do the thing…” he said, you can tell that he was grinning by the sound of his voice.

“Do the same thing that she did to you that one time.” He continued, a look of recognition flashed on Pedro’s face as he laughed and move his phone nearer to you.

Pedro was seen pinching your cheeks with a soft smile and booped your nose. Annoyed that something was bothering you, you swatted at the hand that was touching your face, still asleep. In doing that some of the hair that Boyd laid out moved back to their previous position which was resting on your face.

Boyd took deep breaths to stop himself from laughing and once again tried to still the camera to record whatever was happening properly. He zooms in a little to see Pedro, who was now moving the stray hair out of your face, gently, but of course, fixing it like how it was earlier.....horn-like.

Squishing your cheeks with one hand he tried to make it as if you were talking as he sputtered out things that Boyd’s phone wasn’t able to get.

Pedro’s cam:

Your appearance from his point of view looked way nicer than what was seen above your head. From this angle, you looked like a very calm and peaceful person, which was sadly the opposite of you once you’d awakened.

But of course, Pedro would not let this moment pass.

Gently moving the hair out of your face after you moved, he caressed your cheeks before proceeding to squish them making you look like a puffer fish with how soft your cheeks looked.

Laughing quietly he moved closer before whispering, in the most feminine voice he can do, “Hola soy Sleepylina y les quiero decir que perdono a Pedro por comerse el burrito que hice esta mañana.” (hi, I'm sleepylina and I'd like to tell you that I forgive Pedro for eating the burrito I made this morning)

He accidentally let out a loud laugh after that, which fortunately for him didn’t bother you by any bit. And by how much shaking he was making in trying to stifle his laughs, Pedro was surprised to see that you have not woken up yet. Shrugging, he now then pinches your already pouted lips and squeezes them.

“I’d also like to say how much I adore working with Boyd and Pe-“ his imitation of you was cut off when you swatted his hands and looked at him confused. Only this time, he realized that you were awake as soon as he began pinching your lips.

Sitting up, still dazed, you looked around as if you were trying to figure out where you are. Looking behind you, Boyd was seen laughing while covering his mouth to lessen the noise he was making.

It clicked to you all of a sudden that they were making fun of you, something that is not new to you, throwing a glare and the middle finger toward Boyd. 

"Stop!! What did I ever do to youuuu, "you slurred to him, still half asleep.

“Well, you didn’t do anything to me, but you did do something to our dear Pedro over there, who by the way, planned ALL of this,” Boyd said softly, due to him being out of breath after all that laughing.

Looking back towards Pedro who you’ve now just registered, was recording you, you looked at him angrily while crossing your arms, demanding an explanation. To which, he understood and moved closer, with the camera of course closer than it was before.

Now laughing loudly at your state, he moved the hair out of your face first before squishing your cheeks once again.

“I, my dear sleepylina, am getting revenge for that stunt you did last time.”

“But that was weeks ago, Pedro. And you already ate my burrito this morning why’d you have to go do that revenge thing” you murmured, as it was all you can do with your face in Pedro’s hand and a camera pointed at your face.

“Oh! I know it was weeks ago and you already forgave me for eating your food.” He said with a smirk.

Raising your brow, you let out a soft “Huh?” That was followed by a belly laugh coming from Pedro before the camera went dark.

Boyd’s cam:

The loud belly laugh from Pedro was seen and heard from his view. As well as the reason why Pedro’s camera went black before it ended.

There in front of him, Pedro was hugging you ever so tightly still laughing as he told you to watch the video. A groan was heard from you before you leaned on him and rested your head on his chest.

The video ended with Pedro snuggling closer to you and moving a hand to place it on the back of your head, while of course still laughing his ass off.

A/N: oh for those who don't know sleepylina is a nickname given to y/n by the producers after being caught asleep on set, multiple times. sleepy + Catalina "lina", her character name.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x actress!reader #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

[tilldeathdoesmedirty]

Another Day 1

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, age gap, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, emotional abuse, physical abuse, possibly other triggering events. 

Characters: dark!Steve Rogers.

Summary: Be careful what you wish for, one day it could come true. And that might just be your savior in disguise, all it takes is a little bit of persuasion. 

Interact on your own accord. You have been warned. 

Any reblog, comment, feedback is well received and appreciated! Enjoy <3 

Another week, another day, another hour. Every single time the same.

It’s like a torturous cycle that’s never ending. Like the universe is playing a cruel joke on you and you’re waiting for someone, anyone to come out with cameras and tell you that you’re on a reality TV show and this was just an experiment. 

Or at least wishing that you were like the main character from The Truman Show and one day you would find a way out. But what a surprise. Life isn’t that simple. 

You let out a sigh as you throw your head back, leaning in the hard chair at your dull job. You look up at the grey painted ceiling, forgetting about the cheap lightbulb that was ironically placed above you in the exact same spot you are seated in as the awful light shines on your face. 

You immediately squint your eyes, reverting your gaze away from the light, regretting that you ever made the decision to look up, getting even more frustrated with the situation you found yourself in. 

You swear internally as you get up from the chair while closing the laptop, yet another cheap object provided by your employer. Your job working at a sales agency never was much of an interest honestly but as long as you can afford your rent and groceries you could never complain that much. 

As you went to take your coat, you look over at your coworker with a defeated smile on your face.

“Gonna go out for a bit, I need a break… Let me know if you need any help.”

He barely gives a nod in return, not even sparing a glance in your way, clearly his full attention being on whatever he was doing on his laptop.

You pay no mind to it though, already used to people not giving you much thought. You make your way toward the exit of the rather small and depressing building, grateful that you were placed on the ground floor instead of the third or fourth floor, obviously no elevator in sight. 

Only stairs. A lot of them. 

Your whole body shivers as you make contact with the cold weather, which probably was like three or four degrees outside. Your coat not doing much either as you look at the fog that was forming at every breath you took.

You wrap your arms around yourself in hope of making the cold more bearable as you look around, at nothing in particular, just observing people walking by, kids playing in the snow and couples holding hands. 

It brought a smile to your face as you enjoy the crowded street, losing yourself in the noise and the nostalgic feeling it gives you. Remembering the old days where you were walking with your mom, just talking and laughing, without a care in the whole world. 

Yet the bittersweet moment doesn't last for long as you are rudely awakened from your daydream. You feel a body crashing into yours. You quickly look up, startled by the sudden interaction. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes, obviously taller than you. 

He looks down at you with an apologetic expression, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“So sorry sweetheart, in this crowd it’s too hard to see much of anything.” he gives a small chuckle. 

You stare at him dumbfounded. He tilts his head as he waits patiently for your response, unfortunately you realize only after a few seconds what has happened. You straighten yourself.

“S-sorry, sir, I didn't mean to be rude,” you shake your head in embarrassment.

“And no, no problem at all!” You quickly add, cursing at how your voice went up a pitch. 

He gives a small hum in return, still smiling, seeming as if he’s pleased with your reply.

“In this case, if you don’t mind me asking,” he looks around. 

“I seem to be a bit lost, do you perhaps know where I can find Elite Sales?” 

Your eyes go wide as you hear him call out the name of the company you work for, but quickly regain yourself. Of course he wouldn’t know where to find it. The goddamn company didn’t even think to at least put up a poster with the half assed, original name as they call it, on the damn building. 

“Good thing you found me then,” you gave the man a smile.

“I work for the company, I can help you with whatever you’re looking to buy.” you say trying to be as polite as possible as you instinctively go into the customer service voice. 

“Here is our, er, building.” 

He took his time studying the building in question as you patiently wait for him to make a move. You watch him with curious eyes, they can't help but wander as you study every single detail. The way he's dressed… long heavy coat, turtleneck sweater which fits his upper body perfectly, showing how well built he is, classic straight slim suit pants and classic leather shoes which on their own probably cost more than what you make in a single month.

‘’I don’t mind the staring sweetheart… but I’m kind of in a hurry.’’

You snap back to reality as you realize how he probably saw you staring at him like an idiot. You feel so stupid and embarrassed, you don't even say anything back. You make your way inside the building, dreading the work that awaits you. Occasionally stealing glances at the man, making sure he is still following behind you. You see your only coworker present in the room, being as busy as ever, still not acknowledging you nor the customer.  

‘’Right then, if you could kindly explain to me what exactly you’re looking for?’’ you say as you take a pen and notebook from your desk.

He lets out a sigh as he folds his arms ‘’Not entirely sure…’’

Your eye twitches just the tiniest bit. Not the first time you have to deal with customers like him.

‘’Sir, I can’t help you if you don’t give me at least an idea.’’ you say as your patience is starting to wear thin.

‘’Alright, alright,’’ he chuckles.

You give him a frown as you don’t find any of this funny, but he just brushes you off as he continues.

‘’Tell me sweetheart, how are your safety locks?’’ he looks at you with a serious expression.

You were taken aback by his sudden mood change. You blink a couple of times until finally, you reply.

‘’…Could you please elaborate?’’

He shifts to lean against the wall, in a more relaxed position.

‘’Let��s say, for example, I put all of my most prized possessions in a room. I need something to keep it safe, locked.’’ he says, not once breaking eye contact.

‘’Not just any lock.’’

You think for a moment, taking in his words. You hesitantly nod your head yes while you write the information down in your notebook.

‘’Alright sir, I’ll see what I can find.’’ you say as you finish writing the last word ‘’Can I help you with anything else?’’

The man gives you a smile as he moves away from the wall, now standing fully straight  ‘’That would be all, dear.’’

‘’Perfect. If you could please give me a name and a phone number so I will know how to contact you?’’ you quickly add, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

‘’Steve Rogers,’’ he starts saying then ends the sentence with his phone number information.

You thank him as you finish writing everything down, now waiting for him to just leave and be on his way.

As he gets to the exit door, he stops for a second to look at you. He calls out your name with a smile on his face, wishing you a good day before leaving. You stand in your spot without moving as you stare dumbly at the door that closed behind him.

You never told him your name.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #fanfic #marvel mcu #dark!steve rogers x reader #captivity

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Movie Marathon (Fluff)

2003!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: I’ve just started watching the 2003 TMNT again, and it is as amazing as I remembered it🧡

Warnings: None, other than the spelling google docs didn't catch.

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The lair was unusually quiet that evening. Michelangelo and (Y/N) found themselves alone, the rest of the turtles and Master Splinter had gone off to their rooms, to do whatever they had decided to do. And that worked amazingly with the plans you and Michelangelo had for the evening. The two of you had decided to have a movie marathon, where you would watch all of your favorites. It was something the two of you would do quite often, and that you both enjoyed. Except when Mikey had certain ideas about what movies you should watch.

“Mikey! I don’t want to watch another horror movie”, you yelled as you saw the DVD in your green best friend’s three fingered hand.

“Aw! Come on (Y/N)! This one is really good!”, your orange clad friend exclaimed, holding “Lovers Lane Blood Massacre 2: Revenge of the Hook Hand Man” up for you so you could see the movie cover.

“I said no Mikey! I don’t want to watch another horror movie. Especially not what happened after last time!”

You did not need to remind Mikey of what happened the last time, when you watched “Lovers Lane Blood Massacre 1: Hook Hand Man Awakens”. You couldn’t sleep for two weeks without at least one of the turtles standing guard in your living room - which usually would be Mikey.

“Aw shell”, Mikey sighed, throwing the DVD back into his collection. “You’re probably right about that”.

“Probably? No Mikey, I am always right”.

“Oh, how could I forget!?”, Mikey said in a teasing tone, slapping his forehead dramatically. “The lady is always right! Excuse my forgetfulness”.

“The lady has forgiven you”, you laughed, as Mikey started to dramatically ask for forgiveness.

“Great”, Mikey said, placing a hand over his heart. “I can breathe calmly again. Then what would you like to watch?”

“Anything else Mikester, just not horror movies”.

"Ooh, so we're talking all the classics then! Action, comedy, maybe even a little romance," Michelangelo replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, his hands rubbing together.

“See, that I’m into!”, you smiled. “Bring me your best Mikey Man!”

And with that they two of you settled in the cozy couch of the lair, surrounded by an assortment of snacks from the kitchen and a stack of DVDs. The first movie kicked off, and as the night progressed, laughter and banter filled the air. It was a good old comedy. The comfortable silence between lines of dialogue spoke volumes about the easy friendship you two shared.

As the movie went on, you couldn’t help but laugh at the bad jokes. And each time you laugh, Mikey found his attention being drawn towards you more than the movie. For the longest time, Mikey had found himself captivated by your face whenever you laughed. The way your eyes would narrow and your lips widen, showing off where your dimples would be. It was a sight to behold, and Mikey enjoyed it everytime. He often found himself doing crazy things, just to make you laugh. He even loved the way it sounded. And nothing made him prouder, than knowing he was the one causing that smile.

As the credits rolled on the third movie of the night, Michelangelo turned to you with a grin. "That one was epic! Who knew movie marathons could be so much fun, right?"

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Absolutely, Mikester. Thanks for the awesome idea."

The lair dimmed, the only light coming from the soft glow of the TV screen, as names rolled from the bottom and up. A quiet moment hung in the air as Michelangelo hesitated, glancing at you with a hint of vulnerability.

"Hey, (Y/N)," he began, his voice softer than usual. You noticed how he started fidgeting with the padding on his knee. "You know, I really enjoy spending time with you. You're like the best friend anyone could ask for".

You felt your heart skip a beat, a warmth spreading through you. "Mikey, you're an amazing friend too. I'm really grateful for our adventures and all the laughter we share".

Michelangelo's gaze lingered, and a moment of unspoken understanding passed between them. In the dim light, you could see a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes - a depth that transcended the goofy exterior he often displayed. It was rare that you got to see Michelangelo like this. He wasn’t really comfortable with being too serious. But when he had to, you were one of the few people he could do it around.

"Actually", Mikey continued, scratching the back of his head. "There's something else I've been wanting to say. It's just, um, kinda hard to put into words".

You felt a flutter of anticipation, your own emotions mirroring Michelangelo's. "Mikey, you can tell me anything. We're friends, right?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. "Yeah, we're friends. But, you see, I... I think I might feel something more. Like, something beyond friendship, you know?"

The confession hung in the air, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. You processed the words, and a smile crept onto your face, causing Mikey’s heart to skip a beat. "Mikey, I think I might feel the same way".

A weight lifted from Michelangelo's shoulders, replaced by an exhilarating warmth. The air buzzed with a newfound energy as the realization settled in.

"Really?" he asked, a mixture of surprise and joy in his voice.

"Really", you confirmed, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "Would you like to turn our movie marathon into date night?"

Michelangelo grinned, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Totally! Best movie night ever!"

Mikey started another movie, before returning to the couch, placing an arm around you. To no one’s surprise, it was a romance. And as the main title started rolling, Mikey couldn’t help a certain thought from sneaking its way into his head. He had had that thought several times before, but now it finally seemed like it could become reality.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” His heart was beating in his chest. You could feel it through his plastron.

“Yeah, Mikey?”

“Can I… Uhm… Can I kiss you?”

You looked down trying to hide your blush. Mikey saw it and felt like he was about to pass out. You were blushing at the thought of kissing him?

“Yes you can, Mikey”.

Mikey was nervous when he finally let his lips press against yours. It was a soft and tender kiss. Mikey’s first kiss. You couldn’t help but laugh when you pulled back and saw him smile like an idiot. Damn he was adorable.

The rest of the night you and Mikey would hold each other tight, and exchange small kisses every now and then, all while watching the rest of the movies you had planned for the night.

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[kangen-wanshi]

Sitting on Their Lap ft. Watanabe: Nightblade, Wanshi: Hypnos, Chrome: Glory

How it happened with each of them, and possibly their preference on it.

Tags: Separate, small mention of minor injury in Chrome's, fluff/comfort

Watanabe Nightblade, He pulled you in

A rather domestic morning at the Oasis. A rare one, that both of you shared together in his humble quarter.

With sun slipping from the window, adorning your face with warmth and comfort he seeks to achieve for his people, he just sort of falls in love with you all over again.

You were preparing something - something that he can't really pay attention to as he called out your name and invited you over to him.

You're innocent to his intention, putting down whatever it was that you're working on as you walk across the small room towards him.

Then it just happens. He tugged on your wrist, pulled you towards him, and let you fall and sit on his lap, facing him.

It's a sense of normalcy. You're out of your gear, he's out of his, in his home, together.

With his arms securely wrapped around your waist, locking your escape, his head buried on your neck and jaw, peppering them with kisses.

Kiss him back, or play with his hair. Scratch the back of his neck and tell him you love him.

The stoic, serious Watanabe will easily be charmed by the domesticity and sense of comfort that you've granted each other with during these dark times.

"I would love to stay like this forever. With you."

Wanshi Hypnos, A natural instinct 

First time it happened, neither of you weren't even together.

Both of you were tired, and from experience, Wanshi knows that you're one of his favourite 'pillows'. So he just dragged you along for a nap, and you kind of accepted it.

It was in the secluded shooting range. Sitting in his lap with your back against him, and his cheek firmly pressed between your shoulder blades. Arms wrapped around your midsection as his breathing grows soft.

Sometimes you refuse to be his cuddle buddy, but when you agree to his invitation and request with whatever reason you have, it just felt natural to be that close to him.

Now, everytime you come across him sleeping on his own, you'd settle yourself between his arms. And whether he's awakened or not by your intervention, he'd always complied with your action and immediately wrapped himself around you.

If you decided to get on his lap when both of you are awake, there's a high chance that he might just fall asleep in the next minute with your body warm so close to him.

So before doing it, just make sure that your schedule is free because he'll definitely trap you there with him for a while.

"If I win in the simulation, you will sleep with me after this, okay?"

(You almost die out of embarrassment with how he word it)

Chrome Glory, He asks. Politely

Never, ever in his life thought about it. It's certainly inappropriate to his mind and he's not creative enough in the romantic department to imagine it on his own.

But a specific event awakened something in him.

You were visiting the clinic for a small cut on your shoulder down to your shoulder blades. It's nothing serious, but Liv's healing method can't really fully close all wounds.

At the same time Chrome was there, he was looking for Wanshi before he came across you. With how busy Star of Life is, he offered you his assistance in helping you with your small issue.

Accepting his request, both of you found two seats amidst the busy life in the medical bay. With him sitting behind you, diligently wiping off the blood, sterilising it, and wrapping it with bandage.

When he's finished, you turned your head to thank him right at his face, but you sort of rolled your chair back towards him which brought your back closer to his chest.

You didn't consider it anything serious, other than it flustered you slightly, but Chrome can't really get the feeling out of his mind.

So when you visit the Strike Hawk common room with just him sitting on the couch, he tugged on your sleeve before you parted ways.

Staring up to you from the seat, with pink dust on his cheek, he can't believe the words that leave his mouth.

His request came out as a surprise, of course, but you accept regardless and fulfill his fantasy by plopping yourself between his legs with your back against his chest.

Looking back at him with a teasing smile, you ask whether this fits with what he imagined or not.

With his hands on your hips (after asking for your consent), he nodded, and recorded everything happening during that event in the special corner of his M.I.N.D.

If you don't mind, he'd definitely ask more of this in the future.

"I'm sorry for the sudden request and the.. Inappropriateness of my request. But I must come clean. Your comforting presence, here in my arms.. I can't help but crave for more of it, Commandant."

#les does writing #x reader #reader insert #pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr x reader #pgr imagines #punishing gray raven x reader #pgr wanshi x reader #wanshi x reader #pgr chrome x reader #chrome x reader #pgr watanabe x reader #watanabe x reader

[lale-txt]

♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: confessing while thinking the other one is asleep w/ dilf!Kid & gn!reader

a/n: requested by @eustasssimp who single-handedly awakened my suppressed love for this tulip (•ө•)♡ thank you for letting me turn this man in a dilf for you! you picked one of my favorite prompts (i recycled this one from my previous event because that's how much i love this trope hehe) and i hope you enjoy this! mwah!

word count: 1.5k

It is suspiciously quiet on the Victoria Punk.

Kid had retreated to his workshop after dinner, growling something about new explosives he invented which didn't quite work yet how he wanted them to; a fact that should probably be slightly concerning, but after sailing for over 20 years with him as captain you were used to this by now.

What worried you more was that Kid had skipped his usual midnight snack, a time of the day the two of you usually met in the light of the open fridge, eating shredded cheese straight out of the package or whatever else Killer had prepared for you (the first mate got tired of you eating his meal preparations for the next day and assembled a plate for your nightly munchies ever since). It had become a daily ritual for the captain and you, and admittedly, it was your favorite time of the day.

A time when it was just him and you. You don’t mind sharing, hell, you even leave him the last bite of the flaky strawberry pastry Killer made and you eat the ice cream you like the second best because you know your favorite is also his. You are happy about every minute you can spend by his side, surrounded by crew and friends and still you'd have eyes for Kid only. 

But midnight snack hour? It was special.

Because you would squat so close to each other in front of the fridge and your arms would brush and send warm shivers down your spine. Because you would share a spoon for the pudding under the pretext of minimizing the amount of dishes you had to do afterwards and it felt like an indirect kiss. Because he would often feed you big bites and laugh when you struggled to chew on them, spilling half of it on your shirt, but it didn't matter because the sound of his laughter was warmer than sunshine.

You glance at the clock. Kid was never late, at least not for this time of the day. You feel slight worry rise up in your chest, wondering if for once something did happen to your captain while playing with explosives, but then you remember that it was Kid you were thinking about; a man that would face an army of thousands of man and just laugh it off while he causes a storm, sinking them one by one with his bare fist and rage in his eyes.

No, he was definitely fine. So why would he leave you hanging for midnight snack hour? You grab the plate of cookies Killer had prepared for you and stomp through the dark hallway towards Kid’s workshop. 

Light is coming through the cracks of the door, but besides that there is neither an alarming sound nor the smell of something burning which you take as a good sign. Kid has a bad habit of not knocking on doors before entering a room which lead to several awkward situations in the past and while you would definitely like to pay him back for the one time he caught you performing to Soul King’s newest album with a hairbrush and Kid’s coat around your shoulders for a more dramatic effect, you choose to be civilized today and knocked gently at the wooden door. 

Usually you would get some spat out insult or at least a grunt in return, but there was nothing but radio silence from the other side. You knock again, whispering Kid’s name into the dark and after you still got no answer, you decide to step in – those cookies in your hands were begging to be eaten and you couldn’t endure his bitching for three days at least when he found out you devoured them all by yourself.

His broad back is the first thing you notice. He is sitting at his massive workbench, slumped over, his head resting on top of his crossed arms, shoulders lifting with every deep breath he took.

“Kid? You okay?” 

You shut the door without a sound behind you and tiptoe towards him, almost like you would approach a wild animal, unsure if it would bite or not. That’s when you notice that his eyes are shut, his expression particular soft. His goggles lay on the table beside him and red and gray strands of hair fall into his face which makes you smile, because you know how vain Kid is when it comes to his appearance and how he would grumble all day when he had a bad hair day. 

What Kid doesn’t know is that you love every alleged imperfection about him. His damp hair clinging to his forehead when he comes out of the shower, the wrinkles on his forehead he got from frowning so much (and though he applied his skin care religiously, not even Eustass Kid wasn’t immune to aging), his skin scarred by countless battles – there was not a single thing you disliked about him, but this was your well-kept secret.

A love in hiding. 

You set down the plate of cookies on a couple blueprints, careful not to make a sound that could wake him up. He must have been exhausted, falling asleep like that in his workshop when usually he wouldn’t go to bed without taking an extensive shower to get rid of the acrid smell of oil and metal that naturally just stuck to him. You guess that excuses him for standing you up on midnight snack hour, but just this once.

Kid’s workshop was a mess of various components made of steel, from tiny screws to big bulks of pipes stacked on top of each other. Usually no one was allowed in there except Killer to call him for dinner, so you took the chance and let your gaze wander around for a few moments, scanning the room until you find what you are looking for. You take the blanket which is hanging over one of his creations, beat it carefully off its dirt and dust and put it around Kid’s shoulders, making sure it wouldn’t slip off with the slightest movement.

You don’t have it in your heart to wake him up and tell him to go to bed, not because you feared his sleepdrunk wrath – you could handle that after all these years. What scared you was the thought of him seeing you with that soft gaze of yours, nothing but love radiating around you when you were near him, as if you were merely a marionette held up by your heartstrings. 

It was all that held you together; those unspoken words and what if’s. 

You switch off the desk lamp, dipping the room in a deep midnight blue and with that your heart feels very heavy suddenly, as if someone ripped the veil off it, exposing it to its fullest. Frozen on the spot your legs refuse to move, your breath faltering. It was as if you’re walking on a tightrope between two universes, different versions of you, but both deeply in love with Eustass Kid. 

You adjust the blanket one last time, your fingertips brushing over the back of his neck. He is warm, he always is, as if the light burning within him was about to become a wildfire. You feel calm, standing in the eye of the storm and leaning down towards him, your lips close to his ear, your hand still resting on the broad back of his neck. 

“I’m in love with you, captain.”

You didn’t think your confession would fall out of your mouth that easily, but maybe the darkness brought the illusion of safety, as if your words could simply hide in the corners of this room and will never be seen again; lifted off your chest and a faint echo meant for no one to be heard. 

Just when you’re about to turn around and leave, an arm wraps around your waist and holds you back, a familiar voice growling out your name. You would have jumped but Kid has you in such a tight grip, there’s no room for you to escape. Instead your heart simply skips a beat; there’s nothing for you to do than to surrender.

Kid lifts his torso and pulls you in his lap, his fingers digging into your side, but it doesn't feel harsh or painful, more as if he wants to make sure that you’re not suddenly bolting and leave him alone with the thing you just said. You can feel his piercing gaze on you and when you avoid his eyes, his hand comes to your chin, tilting it easily so you’re forced to look at him. Even in the dark you can make out his eyes, tiny galaxies you could get lost in easily. You put your hands on his chest, mostly to stop them from shaking, but you can feel his heart drumming to the beat of yours underneath your fingertips.

“What if I told you that I feel the same way? Would it make this dream come true?”

#eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #one piece fluff #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #2K3D event

[itsstrange]

My Friends Uncle

Chapter 2:The Barbecue

Relationship: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Sorry this kept getting pushed loves, I was lowkey lacking on this one and I just had school and work on top of it, but thankfully it’s finally yours! Also I apologize if this seems rushed for y’all, I was trying to finish it as soon as possible for you guys. But it’s finally here! So here y’all go! Hope you like it!

Summary: Being invited to another families barbecue is a chivalrous act, welcoming feeling, well let’s just say Reader gets more than a barbecue feast

Word Count: 9.3k

Warning ⚠️: Kissing, Smut, Fingering, P in V, you know the tags. (18+) {NO MINORS!!}

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Three weeks. Three long fucking weeks it has been since the night with Chris occurred. And from those weeks, neither one of you had any sort of contact whatsoever, merely because neither of you were able to exchange numbers. When you had awaken around noon and made your way downstairs, you realized the only people who were awake in the kitchen were Lisa, Ashley’s mom, Ashley herself looking completely dehydrated and still drunk, and right beside her was her younger brother, CJ, who was devouring a plate of waffles. The man of the house was nowhere to be seen or heard, as well as Chris. It was later that day you learned they had left to buy some supplies they needed since they had promised Lisa they’d finished building her gazebo. Unfortunately, by the time they had made their way back to the house, Lisa had already driven you back to your house.

That was three weeks ago, and if you were completely honest, you were desperate to see him again, yet the day never came. Whenever you’d go to Ashley’s you’d always hope he’d be there, but would always be left in disappointment when he wasn’t. You understood why neither of you were able to see each other, you were busy with school, family of your own, he was busy with work and his own personal issues he might have that the day to see one another just isn’t able to happen. However, what you didn’t know was how much Chris craved you just as much as you craved him. Ever since that night he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind, it’s all he can think about. The way you weighed underneath him, the way his named slipped from your mouth with each thrust he’d sent you, the way your whole skin glowed under the kitchen light, the way you smiled, laughed, you. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. For the past three weeks, work has been a challenge for him considering his mind was always replaying the night’s events, nearly chopped off his own thumb while cutting a plank of wood when his mind had drifted off once again.

You were addicting and he was absolutely hooked on you. He needed you, he wanted you, yet the right day just hasn’t come. He’s thought about asking for you, but didn’t want to seem like a weirdo, nor did he want to rise suspicions from his family. He didn’t have any sort of social media so searching for your name was a bust, so he kept quiet. Quietly suffered until he eventually was able to see you again, so for now he’ll enjoy his families and friends company with some homemade barbecue and a couple of beers, after a long day at work he sure needed.

Chris sat on the bench, facing the house, beer bottle next to him as he prepared the barbecue sauce, while his brother and father hovered over the grill, his mom was somewhere inside the house grabbing whatever she needed along with Lisa and his two younger sisters baking desert in the kitchen. Some nephews and nieces were inside while some played outside.. let him rephrase that, the boys were inside playing the Nintendo while the girls played outside. Everyone was enjoying the day laughing, talking to one another, sharing stories and beers, it made Chris feel at ease, made him feel at home, but he wouldn’t lie when he admitted he’d enjoy it even more if he got to see you again. Hell, he wished you were there, maybe not sitting next to him with your hand interlocked with his, but just being there enjoying the day would brighten his day even more.

“You done with the sauce boy?” The sound of his fathers rough voice breaks Chris out of his thoughts, apparently he’d been mixing the barbecue for over 20 minutes now,

“Uh-Yeah,” He quickly says as he extends his hand with the bowl to his father, cheeks slightly heated when he gets a couple chuckles from his friends,

“I don’t know pops, I think he should mix it for another 20,” Sebastian, a good friend of Chris teases over his shoulder, smirk wide on his lips when he brings his beer to his lips,

Everyone, including Chris chuckle at his comment. He’s really gotta keep it together.

“Hey guys,” A small voice rings from the side of the house causing every pair of eyes to turn,

Walking towards the bench with full arms of plastic bags was Ashley, however, the smile that was plastered on Chris’s face falls the same time his heart beats rapidly in his chest when his eyes land on the other small figure appearing behind his niece. Mirroring the same figure as Ashley, you too had loads of groceries in your hands, even tried balancing a small watermelon underneath your arm that nearly slips from its hold when you lock eyes with those bright blue orbs that you haven’t seen for three weeks straight. A shy smile begins tugging on your lips the longer you remain eye contact, but was soon interrupted when Ashley yells at every men staring in their direction for help.

Chris was the first one off the bench and quickly made his way to the both of you. He quicken his steps when he heard someone else walking behind him, but let’s pretend he just quicken his pace when he saw how you and Ashley were struggling in holding everything.

“Let me give you a hand,” Chris tells you once he stood in front of you,

“Thanks,” You softly respond, shy smile still visible on your lips as he quickly took the plastic bags from your hands, yet, he made sure to brush his hand on your arm before gently taking the last bag from your grip,

Your eyes grow slightly wide at the contact and immediately look over at Ashley, but she was too busy handing her own groceries to Sebastian to even notice what was happening. Plus, Chris’ hulking frame was blocking the whole scene. Smirking at your reaction with a short chuckle he turns around and begins walking with the groceries, leaving you with only the small watermelon and a slightly flustered look. Once gathering yourself, you walk beside Ashley and begin greeting everyone outside.

“Your mom is inside,” Ashley’s father tells her before turning back around to the grill,

“Oh shoot! I forgot the sodas and ice in the car,” Ashley claims, but before she can turn around you stop her,

“I’ll go, I forgot my phone in the car,”

“I’ll give you a hand,” Chris quickly volunteers before anyone else can, Nodding her head and not thinking much about it Ashley hands you her keys before making her way inside the house the same time you turn to walk towards the side entrance of the house with Chris following right behind,

Butterflies soon begin to stir in your stomach when you walk in silence but can hear the way his heavy steps crunch against the rocks as he follows you. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous around him, or so intimidated, this is what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been wishing for, to see him again but now that he’s right here, following in step with you, your nerves are skyrocketing like a madman wielding a machete. But with a deep inhale, you do your best in pushing down the buzzing feeling in your stomach and press the button on the remote to unlock the 2015 Land Rover. Walking towards the passenger side you open the door and look over your shoulder to find Chris standing behind the door. Blue eyes staring deep into your own.

“The ice is in the back,” You tell him, which he silently nods his head before making his way towards the trunk while you turn back to the passenger side,

As you grab your phone you can hear the trunk opening before hearing the sound of the ice being dragged against it. Once checking any messages and sending a quick message to your mom that you’ve arrived at Ashley’s, you make your way to the back of the car. However, the moment your frame was visible from the side of the car, a large hand is grabbing you by the elbow and shoving you against it, then feeling a pair of lips roughly colliding with yours. Earning a muffled groan and moan from you at the sudden moment, but react almost immediately to the kiss. One large hand cradled your cheek while the other gripped you tightly by the waist, squeezing every so often. Your own hands had already been lost in those brown soft locks of his, slightly pulling on his hair or massaging his scalp as you kiss him feverishly. However, the feeling of his knee slotting in between your legs and using that same hand that’s settled on your waist, he forces you down on his thigh earning a loud gasp from you which he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth.

The only sounds that can be heard is heavy breaths being shared and lips smacking with one another. It was risky, having a heated make out session right outside your friends driveway, where anyone can appear or catch you if they angled their heads, even people who can be casually walking down the sidewalk would have a full blown view of you two, but that was the least of both your concerns at the moment. The only thing you two cared for was each others mouths, arms, warmth, and nothing else.

You two were so lost in the moment that things quickly began escalating when he slightly changed the angle to where he was now thrusting his hips into you, earning another gasp from you but also a muffled groan from Chris, however, the moment he tried to pin you down inside the trunk a muffled yelp leaves your lips when your shirt had risen and your heated skin made contact with the ice.

“Sorry,” Chris whispers against your lips, causing a chuckle to erupt from the both of you,

Still placing gentle kisses against your lips, Chris effortlessly pulls you with him until you’re in a seated position in the trunk. Legs spread apart as he stands in between them, lips not once parting from yours and only continuously places feather like kisses on your soft lips. With one final peck on your lips, his large hands cradle your face as he slowly pulls away. Bright beautiful blue eyes staring down at you with a small smile on his lips.

“Hi,” He whispers, smile slightly widening as his thumb rubs soothing circles against your cheek,

You softly chuckle, (E/c) eyes staring upward with pure light and happiness, “Hi,”

You both stare at one another, same smile plastered on your faces and just enjoying each other’s presence.

“I missed you,” You finally admit, heart fluttering when his smile slightly widens,

“Me too,” He claims, thumb still rubbing soothing circles on your cheek before bending down to place another gentle kiss to your lips, “Let’s head back,” Chris mumbles against your lips after the third kiss to your lips,

As much as he wanted this moment to last, to have your warmth near him, your lips molding with his, he knew you two had been gone for too long already and needed to go back before anyone began having suspicions or having them come looking for you both. So with a small sad smile you nod your head at him as you begin climbing off the trunk, but once your feet hit the pavement Chris bends down once again to place a chaste kiss to your lips one last time. Breaking the kiss with a wide smile, Chris slightly steps to the side to let you walk away, but is quick to grab your wrist before you can stand by the car.

“Hey wait, gimme you’re phone,” He says, dropping your wrist to let you pull out your device from your back pocket,

Unlocking it you hand him your phone, where Chris begins tapping on your screen without hesitation. A couple seconds later he hands you your phone with a smile, looking down you noticed his name was displayed on your screen with a message of a heart emoji at the bottom of the screen. As you were staring down at your phone a notification rings, looking up you watch as he digs into his front pocket before pulling out his own phone and turning it to you, right on his screen was your phone number with the same heart. You smile with a short chuckle as you bring your eyes towards his, he smiles at you before quickly typing on his phone and pocketing it back in its place.

“C’mon, let’s go,” He motions his head to the side before picking up the bag of ice from the trunk and stepping aside for you to grab the soda cases before closing the trunk behind you,

Locking the car you both make your way back towards the backyard and joining the rest of the group as if nothing happened. The both of you got separated the moment you two appeared, you get dragged by Ashley inside the house to help her finishing baking the dessert, and Chris by his friends as they just started a game of poker. You both give one last look before being dragged away, yet, you were able to catch the way he sends you a small wink before walking inside the home, which of course causes your face to heat up.

Asshole. Is all you can think of with a small smirk as you walk into the kitchen, which did not help with your heated features as the memory from three weeks ago come to play. Luckily, the room was already warm due to the oven being on, so you could’ve easily used it as an excuse for your heated cheeks. That might’ve been a good excuse, but it sure didn’t subside as you helped mixed the batter in a bowl in the same goddamn counter he fucked you in.

Was it wrong to have such a forbidden dangerous secret? Absolutely. Was it wrong to feel turned on as you mixed the batter in the counter? Definitely. Did it stop the wide grin from tugging on the corner of your lips? Definitely not.

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9:30 pm

“You gonna spend the night again, (Y/n)?” Gavin, Ashley’s dad, asks you while you help with picking up cups and plates from the table,

You shake your head as you reach for a napkin that nearly falls off, “Not today, I promised my mom I’d be home to babysit tomorrow,”

“Alright, you want us to drive you home or is your mom coming?”

“No I was planning on getting an Uber,”

“You’re not getting an Uber,” Chris’s deep voice joins in on the conversation, noticing how his voice sounded firm and clear,

Both you and Gavin turn to him where he too was tossing beer bottles into a trash can, however, your eyes grow wide from the way his voice sounded heavy and demanding. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit it sparked something inside of you.

“Yeah c’mon, let one of us drive you,” Gavin agrees with his younger brother and waves a hand in the air, referring to the people who were still at the house,

“No it’s okay really, it’s too much of a drive for you guys and you guys we’re drinking,” You try again, it’s not that you didn’t want a ride, it definitely would save you money but you felt too much of a burden if they drove you home, you didn’t exactly live two blocks away and you also didn’t want to risk them being stopped by the cops,

They can be real assholes if they want. Plus, knowing that Chris would be the one to drive home was dangerous, very dangerous for many reasons and the thought of being alone with him again made those same butterflies rise in your stomach. Not from fear, but from nervousness and excitement.

“You’re not taking an Uber (Y/n), I’m taking you home,” Chris firmly demands as he throws a heavy trash bag into the trash can before turning to you, blue eyes staring directly into yours, almost as if challenging you to argue back,

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

“It’s settled then. You’ve got a ride,” Gavin says, clapping his hands with a small smile before patting his brother on the shoulder and thanking him,

“Just give me a sec to throw the trash and we can head out,” Chris tells you, hands filled with black bags,

You nod your head, “I’ll go say bye to Ashley and everyone else then,”

Nodding at you he turns to leave towards the trash cans while you make your way inside the home where the rest of the family remained chatting and cleaning the kitchen. Once bidding your farewells and telling Ashley her uncle will give you a ride home, which she smiles with a breath of relief when she knows you’ll be getting home safely, you ended up giving them a hand in washing the dishes meanwhile Chris was ready to leave. It was after rinsing the fifth plate under the sink when you hear his voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder you watch him give his own farewells to everyone, hugging and laughing with them before his eyes settle on your frame. You send him a small smile before turning back to the dish and rinsing off the remaining soap, while doing so you feel a large body stand next to you and a heavy hand settling on your lower half of your back.

“Ready?” He asks you, blue eyes looking directly into your own,

You smile at him with a nod before placing the clean dish on the rack with the rest of the dishes and wiping your hands with the towel dangling from the stove. You say your farewells once again and thank both Lisa and Ashley for always inviting you to their family gatherings, which they only wave you off before wrapping their arms around you with a wide welcoming smile.

Chris stood in the entrance of the kitchen admiring the whole thing, smile not once faltering from his lips as he watched his sister-in-law and niece embrace you, hugging you with warm, welcoming arms. It was something he’s always loved witnessing, it made him feel whole knowing you have always been accepted and welcomed into their family, and only wished you continued to be welcomed and accepted for whatever for the cause.

Once parting away from the mother and daughter, you turn to your left, locking eyes with Chris who stood leaning on the doorway with hands tucked into his pockets. Small smile on his lips.

“You ready?” He asks once again,

“Yeah,” You softly respond as you make your way towards him with Ashley following right behind you,

“Thanks again Uncle Chris for giving her a ride,” She tells him with a wide smile as she wraps her arms around his torso and burying her face into his stomach,

Chris smiles down at her as he wraps his own large arms around her, “You’re welcome Pug,” He places a peck on the crown of her head before looking up at you, eyes glimmering with deep lust, “Anytime,”

The look in his eyes was easy to hypnotize you, looking away from him seemed like a challenge, it was as if it had a hold on you the longer he stared at you, but eventually he ends it when he pulls away from Ashley, allowing you to exhale a soft shaky sigh through your nose. Stepping aside he lets you walk through the doorway as he waves goodbye to everyone one last time before hearing his heavy footsteps following you. Once outside, you wait for him to guide you to his car before walking. After walking past a couple of cars on the sidewalk, he eventually stops next to a black Audi A5 with the windows slightly tinted and rims colored black. It was a beautiful car for a beautiful man, making you fall even more. You stand and watch as he unlocks the car with the remote before opening the passenger side for you, making a shy smile form on your lips as you thank him before carefully climbing inside. The interior was just as beautiful as the rest of the car. Just like outside, the seats and dashboard were black leather, blue LED lights were visible underneath the door alongside where the gearshift rested in the middle, and it smelled like black ice mixed with his own cologne. It just screamed Chris all over it, making you fall in love with the car.. and him.

As you continued in admiring the car, the door to the drivers side opens up before Chris slides inside. Giving you a short smile he turns on the ignition and asks for directions, once placing it on the gps and revealing the minutes to your house Chris can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, causing you turn to him.

“Can’t believe you wanted to take an Uber,” He claims as he straps himself in and begins driving down the road,

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” You admit, fingers playing with the seatbelt around your waist,

A scoff leaves his lips, blue eyes turning to look at you but notices how your eyes are casted down on your lap. He didn’t like that, “Hey,” He softly says waiting until you meet his eyes, “You’re not, okay? My house is literally ten minutes away from you. It’s fine,”

Only ten? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe this entire time he was only ten minutes away from your parents home, from you. What a small fucking world. The ride to your parents house was in comfortable silence, except for his music playing softly through the speakers or both of your voices as you two would easily fall into a conversation. Literally about anything, from how the week treated you both, how school was going, to stories being shared between you two on what had happened throughout the weeks you both hadn’t seen each other. You both easily fell into conversation without any problems and that only made you realize just how much you two felt comfortable around each other, making a small smile tug on your lips from the realization.

After another few minutes driving, Chris eventually pulls into your street and within a couple blocks your house comes to view. Stopping a few feet away from the front lawn, Chris puts the gear in park and leaning his arm on the armrest.

“So who’s home?” Chris questions, eyes scanning the partly lit two story home before looking at you,

You glance out the window to see the living room light on along with the kitchen light, “Should be my parents and younger brothers,”

Chris hums watching the house once again before averting his gaze at you, only to already find your own eyes watching him in silence. You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something, to do something, anything. So Chris speaks first.

“You got a curfew I need to know about?” He whispers, hand reaching to place a strand of hair behind your ear,

You swallow, same butterflies building once again but you managed to slowly shake your head, eyes not once breaking away from his, “No.. just as long as I’m home to babysit tomorrow,”

Chris stays quiet, blue eyes darting from your eyes to your inviting lips to your covered chest then back up to your eyes. God how much he didn’t want the night to end, he barely even had you to himself since you’ve first arrived to his brothers house, you were with Ashley most of the time while he was with the adults by the grill. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t spare a few glances your way, but it did mean he wasn’t able to get you alone for a split second without risking you both. But now, now it was just the two of you, no one else to catch you two, to stop you both from wanting each other. So, clenching his jaw with a soft exhale through his nose he lets the words slip.

“Wanna go for a ride then?”

“Yes,” You answered a little too quickly but you could careless, hell, Chris could careless on how you responded because the moment your answer leaves your lips he’s making a u-turn to head down the street he came back from,

With shaky fingers you managed to send out a quick message to your mother, letting her know you were still at Ashley’s and possibly might spend the night, but that you’ll let her know. About a minute later you receive a message from her, letting you know it’s fine just as long as you kept your promise for the following day. You smile down at the phone and message her back, simply telling her ‘always’ with a heart emoji.

The ride back to what you were assuming was his home, was in comfortable, thick silence. Soft music still played through the speakers but even that wasn’t enough to keep the thick tension from fading, if you were being honest it only seemed to get thicker the closer you got to his home. Just like he had mentioned, ten minutes later and a couple turns later, he was parking his car by the curb. Once putting the gear in park, he gives you a small smile before climbing out the car where you follow in getting out yourself. Standing before you was a tall bricked building which gave you an aesthetic vibe from its faded grey color, to the fire escapes mounted on the side of the building. The sound of the car locking behind you brings your eyes away from the building to Chris who stood near the hood of his car, smile on his lips as he watched you admire the building, then motions his head to the left indicating to follow him, which you do with nervous feet.

Opening the main doors to the building, he lets you enter first before following behind you and leading the rest of the way. Not before grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers together as he walks towards the elevator’s, definitely not causing heat to rise on your cheeks at the unexpected action, but allow his fingers to slot themselves with your own. As you both waited for the elevator you took the time to observe your surroundings, noticing just how luxurious this building was, with a splash of rustic architecture displayed around the entire lobby. Nicely waxed wooden tiles laid on the floor, a few couches with coffee tables were scattered throughout the lobby, a black marble front desk stood by the entrance of the building with a man around his late forties sitting behind said desk, plants were also displayed in every corner as well as some dangling from the ceiling, a couple TV’s were hooked on walls showing the News or advertising certain promotions the building had. In your opinion, everything screamed rich, which had you wondering.

“So are you like.. a lawyer or something?” You suddenly asked, turning your gaze at the man who was quietly watching the elevator reach their floor,

The question brings out a wide smile along with a deep chuckle from him, “More like a construction worker. Me and my brother work with my old man,”

“Ohh that’s right, Evans Construction,” You claim with a smile, remembering the time when you had asked Ashley on what her uncle did for a living,

You were asking for a friend obviously.

Chris continues to smile down at you, “Yeah,” He starts as he looks around the lobby, “Guess it kinda pays the bills,”

Kinda? You think to yourself.

“Might need to work for your dad then if I kinda wanna pay for my college loans,” You joke, earning a soft chuckle from him,

“Would definitely love to see you in a tool belt,” He says, eyes raking your entire frame before settling on your eyes and continuing with, “Just.. a tool belt,”

A large smirk spreads on his face when he sees the way your cheeks flush bright red at his words, then chuckles once again when you shake your head in embarrassment and shove him away with the hand interlocked with his, but all he does is pull you with him as he walks inside the elevator, causing you to bump against his firm chest. Pushing a button on the panel behind your shoulder, he lets his blue orbs glance down at your own eyes. You feel a hand rest on your hip while the other softly cups your cheek, then feeling the way his fingers place a strand of hair behind your ear before watching the way he slowly bends down towards your lips. Your lips connect the same time the doors to the elevator shut close.

The kiss was gentle, caring, slow, but passionate. Both your mouths were molding together while your hot, warm tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance, then before you knew it he began pushing you backwards until your back gently collided against the left side of the elevator and immediately slotting his leg in between your own, earning a soft gasp from you when he forces your hips down on his thigh once again. Not only did your clothed core rubbed beautifully against his firm thigh, but you too felt the way his harden member poked against your own thigh, letting you know just how much he wants this, how much he craved you, how much he missed you.

Annoyingly, before things can get more heated the sound of the elevator ringing breaks you two apart. Chris quickly looks over his shoulder then back at you with a smile as he pulls away before grabbing your hand and leading you both out the elevator.

Taking a glance up at the number on top of the elevator doors you noticed you had stopped on the eighth floor, making your eyebrows raise when you catch a glimpse of a view from the window to your left as you got off the elevator. You wondered if he had a view, guess you’ll find out in a matter of minutes.

A couple doors later, you both stop in front of a black door that read 8F in the center. You stand behind Chris as he unlocks it then watch as he steps aside for your to entire first, he’s such a gentleman, you thought to yourself as you entire his home with a smile. Just as you step foot inside, the sound of something rattling and nails scraping against the wooden floor can be heard from down the hall and itching closer.

“You have a dog?!” You say with excitement as you watch the overly excited dog make it’s way towards the both of you, bending down you pet the handsome dog who excitedly ran towards you instead of his owner,

Chris chuckles as he places his keys on a small key bowl by the door, “Yeah, rescued the big guy a couple years back while we were working on a house in Savannah during the summer, his names Dodger,” He explains with a loving smile as he watches the way Dodger curls on the floor, stomach exposed as he waits for your loving scratches,

You let out a giggle as you go ahead and give him scratches on his belly, “You’re a handsome one ain’t ya?”

You receive a loud, happy, excited bark from the boxer-mix on the floor, widening your smile as you continue to give him belly scratches. A few belly rubs later, you rise from the floor with a satisfied smile on your lips as you watch Dodger get up from the ground, does the usual dog shake off before walking away with a wagging tail. Nails clicking against the floor is all you can hear in the home, causing a soft chuckle to escape from you. Turning around you notice how Chris is just staring at you while leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his front pockets as he scans your entire frame with a knowable look in his eyes. Without saying another word he slowly makes his way towards you then let’s his hand reach out towards your shirt before gently pulling you against his chest, where he immediately slots your mouths once again.

Like a machine programmed, your arms easily wrap around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks at the base of his neck as you melt against his lips. A certain tug on his locks causes a muffled moan to be heard from his throat, which he can’t help but deepen the kiss as he forces you to walk backwards until your back softly collides with the wall. His large frame traps you against the wall once again, but only for a split second before you start feeling one hand gripping the side of your waist while the other settles behind your thigh and in a swift motion your off the ground. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist while your hands hold onto the back of his neck in a firm grip, lips not once parting from each other as he begins walking further into the home.

You’re not really sure where he’s leading you both, but you’re assuming it’ll be either the couch or his bedroom, didn’t matter, just as long as you’re able to feel his warmth soon. The feeling of your body slightly bouncing in his hold answers your previous question when you can hear and feel him climbing up some stairs. Then hear how his boots stomp on the wooden floor as he makes his way down the hall and in a short time you suddenly feel him laying you down against cushion, which you assumed was his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he uses the arm he has wrapped around your lower half to shift you higher on his bed, which he does so easily, as if you weighed nothing. Knowing he can easily manhandle you without any effort definitely turns you on even more, igniting a kink that you didn’t know you had and only making the whole situation a thousand times more arousing.

A soft gasp escapes from you when he firmly knocks his hips against your clothed core, where he then uses the opportunity to lavish your neck at the new exposed skin.

“Chris.. please,” You beg with a breathless tone, small moans slipping from your lips every few seconds at the way his harden member teases you through thick layers,

“I got you,” Is all he whispers against your lips, pecking them one last time as he begins undoing the button on your jeans and not wasting time on lowering them down your legs along with your underwear,

It has been three weeks since he’s last had you, three weeks since he’s had your warmth, your taste, so matching the same eagerness as you he wasn’t going to waste another second. The moment he slips off your shoes and undergarments, tossing them somewhere behind his arm he spreads both your legs as wide as they can go before diving in. The first long, firm, hot lick against your core has your back arching off the bed with a breathless moan, hands immediately latching onto his hair and gripping tightly as he soon picks up the pace. His tongue lavishes your walls and clit, making firm circular movements against your bundle of nerves ripping moan after moan from you.

“Oh.. f-fuck,” You breathlessly moan when his tongue continues to attack your clit, but what causes your hips to slightly rise from the mattress is the feeling of his thick finger pushing its way inside,

The noise that rumbles up your chest and out your mouth is pure bliss as the new sensation buzzes throughout your body. The way his tongue feverishly laps against your clit with his thick finger pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace creates the most delicious friction at the pit of your stomach. The knot only seems to grow as he plunges another thick digit inside of you, bringing another noise from you as he picks up the pace. The sounds of your moans and filthy slurping noises coming between your legs bounces off the walls in the room, yet, they only seem to grow louder as you near the edge.

Your hips begin to move against his face as you near the end, but a firm arm pinning your hips to the bed halts your movements, making a whine escape from you but before you can plead to him he’s soon pumping his fingers and lapping at your clit in rapid pace.

“Oh my-..” Is the only thing that slips out your mouth as the pleasure only seem to increase as he vigorously pumps his finger inside of you,

From the way his thick fingers pumped inside of you to his tongue lapping away at your bundle of nerves and his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs was becoming too much, the knot forming in the bit of your stomach was becoming too tight for you to hold. Chris must’ve known or must’ve heard the way your breathing was coming in harsh puffs because he only seems to pick up his pace, pumping and licking at an incredible speed that has you once again arching off the bed while your hands grip onto his soft locks.

“Chris,” Was the last thing you breathlessly say before your orgasm hits you like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,

Chris’ fingers and tongue continue their rapid movements as you ride out your orgasm, causing a few twitches to erupt from your body when you become a little sensitive, but with one final lick to your clit Chris pulls away from your soaked core, slightly cursing under his breath at the sight. You had completely drenched his fingers, causing his member to throb painfully in his jeans at the delicious sight and god how he missed this. How he missed you.

With slow movements he begins placing gentle kissing against your thighs, beard slightly tickling against your skin, causing a small flinch from you and a small chuckle from the man who continued in lavishing your skin with feathery kisses. You on the other hand just laid there as you slowly came down from your high, you had definitely came harder than you’ve ever had, literally draining half of your energy from its intense orgasm. Chris must’ve noticed your relaxed, quiet form because you hear another deep chuckle coming from him. Opening your eyes, that you didn’t know were closed, you lock eyes with his, noticing just how dilated they were.

“Still with me baby?” Chris asks, smile spreading on his lips as he continues to take in your flushed form,

“Mmhmm,” Is all you’re able to mumble out which ends up in a short chuckle when you can picture just exactly how you look at the moment,

Smile still on his face, Chris furrows his brows as he removes a strand of hair from your eye, “Was that your first time?”

He couldn’t help but ask, not because he wanted to pry into your previous sex life but because the way you responded made him curious if you ever been on the receiving end. With an embarrassed look you slowly nod your head, answering his question.

Then it clicked.

“W-We’re you a vir..—,”

“No,” You quickly answer with a shake of your head when you knew the question that was coming, “I guess just… I guess they just didn’t know how to please a woman yet,”

You explain, slightly throwing shade to your ex, yet, you didn’t regret the words. Not one bit.

Chris chuckles, deep and dark, “Well, get use to it sweetheart because there’s plenty more where that came from,” He promises with a deep kiss,

“Looking forward to it,” You whisper against his lips, smile tugging on your own as you bring him down for another kiss, this time allowing his warm tongue to explore and face with yours,

The same time you feel his large hand sliding under your shirt and slowly treading upwards until he grips tightly on your covered breast, which of course brings another gasp from you, you allow your own hands to reach down towards his belt where you quickly undo it. Once unfastening the button of his jeans you let your hand reach down, firmly palming the large bulge that hides behind his navy briefs, earning a loud, muffled groan from the man above you. However, a deep animalistic growl vibrates from his throat the moment your small fingers wrap around his girth and begin stroking up and down.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers against your lips, body going absolutely stiff when your grip tightens around him the same time your strokes get faster,

Although, before you can continue or do more than stroking, he quickly shrugs off his shirt before pulling your hands off him to remove his own briefs and jeans. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, his large, leaking, girth of a brick rests heavily in between his legs and curling upwards towards his toned stomach. Just because you’ve already seen all of him that one time in the kitchen doesn’t mean you still don’t get speechless at just how big he really is. Hell, the sight of him again after three weeks has your mouth watering for him, it has you craving him, it has you desperate for him all over again.

Trailing your eyes up towards his chest you meet his eyes, noticing how they were already staring at you, wide smirk on his lips as he crawls towards you again. He latches his lips against yours again in a gentle, caring, slow manner before feeling his hands sliding your shirt off your frame then your bra. Settling back against the cushions you watch him scan your now exposed breast, watching the way his eyes slowly blink as his mouth slightly parts as he continues to admire the new fresh of skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” He whispers, large hands rising to grip both of your exposed breasts, letting a heavy sigh leave through your nose and heat to rise up your cheeks at the affection you currently were receiving,

His blue eyes trail up from where they were focused on the way his hands fit perfectly against your globes to your own blown out orbs. Licking his lips he bends down to latch against yours once again, at the same time he teases you by rubbing his leaking tip against your aching clit, earning a pathetic whimper from you, but it was pure music in Chris’ ears so he repeats his actions until those whimpers grew more desperate for attention. Yet, he couldn’t deny his own desperation, he’s been thinking of you and wanting you for three weeks and now that he has you splayed out beneath him, he’s not gonna waste another second.

With one last thrust of his hips, he removes one hand from your breast to dig through a drawer on your left. You hear him rummaging for a few seconds before feeling him pull away, opening your eyes you see him kneeling in between your legs as he tears a packet with his teeth. His blue eyes meet yours as a soft scoff escapes from you.

“Can’t be too careful,” He claims as he spits out the piece of plastic and pulls out the rubber from its hold,

A soft chuckles leaves your lips as you watch him slide it on, “Like we were the first time?”

Chris closes his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbles off his own lips, “I know I know,” Slightly opening your legs wider, he hovers above you once again and bends down to peck your lips before feeling him rub against your core and feeling the way he slowly starts pushing in,

A gasp falls off your lips as you feel the way his large girth stretches you open. As he continues to push in a deep groan rumbles in his throat when he feels your walls clamping down on him from the large intrusion, causing a large hand to grip the side of your waist to keep him grounded.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” He curses under his breath as he slowly continues to push the rest of his member,

In less than a second he’s soon deep into your core, earning a heavy sigh to fall from your lips as you get accustomed to him. Angling his head he pecks gentle kisses on your lips to distract you from the discomfort, but after a short while you mumble in between the kiss, letting him know he’s good to move. And boy did he do just that. The moment he gives your forehead one last peck he doesn’t waste time in pulling his hips back before slamming them back into you, earning a loud, choked whimper to escape from you. His pace quickens right after that, not once faltering, and not once did he fail to bring out beautiful noises from you with each thrust he gave you.

Soft grunts and groans can be heard deliciously in your ear as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, however, one particularly loud growl vibrates in your ear when you rake your nails against his back, which only arouses you even more. After a while, you feel him pull away and watch him lean back on his knees, large hands gripping onto both your legs and spreading them as wide as they can go while his bright, dilated, blue eyes looked down to where his cock pushed in and out of your glistening cunt. It was such a beautiful sight for him, loving the way his cock is splitting you open, loving the way your juices covered him, loving the way your lips looked red and raw. Everything.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers when his eyes trail up towards your body, watching with wide lustful eyes the way your breast bouncing with every snap of his hips,

Although, something inside of him snaps when his eyes land on your beautiful flushed face. Eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open with small moans escaping from you had him completely feral at the sight. Without thinking, he drops one hand from your knee and replaces it around your neck, earning an erotic moan to slip from you at the new added pressure. Fuck.. she’s perfect. Chris couldn’t help but think as your moans only grew as he picked up his pace and added a little more pressure to his hold. Not enough to cut off your airway, but enough to bring you back down to his cock.

“Oh my—,” You cry out when you feel him hoisting your leg to rest on the crook of his elbow and feeling the way the new angle allows him to plunge deeper inside of you,

Your hands are on your sides hold onto the white sheets with tight grip as your second orgasm approaches much quicker. With the way his cock is hitting your cervix in a brutal pace has the knot building in the pit of your stomach. Yet, what finally made the bridge collapse was the rough feeling of his thumb rubbing against your clit, bringing a loud gasp from you and causing your whole body to arch off the bed once again when your orgasm hits you hard.

“That’s it baby. Come for me,” Chris comments, blown eyes watching the way your whole body shakes at the intensity of your release, yet not once did he stop thrusting into you,

He eventually does slow down when you place a hand on his chest as you try pulling away due to being overstimulated, but of course he doesn’t let you. He stops his movements, but doesn’t let you pull away by gripping onto your hips and slamming you back down on his cock, earning a small yelp from you at the feeling.

“Ohh..fuck,” You breath out, hand still on his chest as you try and gather your breath,

Chris only smiles down at you before grabbing your hand that rests on his chest to place gentle kisses against your fingers, wrist and down your arm until he’s leaving a trail of kisses against your glowing skin till he reaches your burning, awaiting lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his sweaty locks at the base of his neck and gently massaging there.

After a few seconds of letting you rest, Chris pecks your lips, cheek and forehead before feeling him pull away and carefully slipping out of you. The empty feeling brings a shutter out of you, but watch as he gently turns your body till your stomach now lays against the comforter. You feel him place kisses along your neck and back then feel him slightly lifting your hips before feeling him sliding inside of you once again. Bringing a breathless moan from you when the new position feels tighter and deeper.

“Fuck baby,” You hear him behind your ear as he slowly rocks into you before once again picking up his pace, slamming his hips into you,

A gasp and a whimper falls from your lips as you grip onto the pillow in front of you, “C-Chris,”

“I know baby, just one more yeah?” He tells you, voice vibrating against your ear as he continues with his thrusts,

No words were able to form out of your mouth except for breathless moans and whimpers as he repositions himself behind you. Slightly resting a heavy hand on your back while keeping your hips up with his other, left your body slightly bent on the bed which not only allowed him to dig deeper into your core, but it also made the knot in your stomach to form quicker than you thought. In fact, it didn’t take long for your third orgasm of the night to hit you, causing pleasured cries to fall from your lips as your body shook from its intensity once again.

Due to your walls fluttering and clamping around him, Chris soon reaches his own peak with a loud groan behind your ear. With one final deep thrust he buries himself deep inside you as he empties inside the condom, hands barely catching his weight on either side of your head to not crush you when his energy drains from his release. You on the other hand could care less if he did or not, the last energy you had left had been washed away with your third orgasm that now you laid completely limp on the mattress. Your eyes fluttering close every now and then at the exhaustion that washes over you, yet you knew sleeping wasn’t an option. Not now anyways. As much as you craved sleep you knew you couldn’t.

As you fought your eyelids to remain open and fought the exhaustion that tried overpowering your body, you can hear the breathless pants coming from behind you as Chris gathered his breath. His hot breath fanned against your sweaty skin awhile leaning his forehead against your shoulder blades, then noticing how one of his hands still gripped tightly by your waist and feeling the way his—now soft—member was still buried inside of you.

“Shit,” Chris breathlessly says against your skin as he continues to gather himself,

Then, after taking another minute or so, he slowly begins pulling out of you, bringing another shutter through your exhausted body at the empty feeling once again. Without looking, or even attempting to rise your head from where it laid heavily against the bed, you hear him hiss under his breath, then a soft noise on the floor before feeling the bed dip by your side. Opening your eyes, that had been closed for nearly five minutes, you notice how he laid down on his back, eyes closed as he continued gathering his breath. Then watch as those bright blue orbs of his land on yours, small smile creeping its way on his face as he observes your own worn out eyes.

“Still with me?” He asks, letting the back of his knuckle rub against your cheek,

You hum, slightly nodding your head as best as you can while still leaning against the mattress, “Never better,”

A soft chuckle slips from his mouth, knuckle still rubbing soothing circles against your cheek as he reaches over to place a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling you against his chest. With as much strength and energy you can build, you slide over to him, leaning your head against his chest. Calm, soothing heartbeat thumping against your eardrums as you two laid there in each others arms, breathing, relaxing, talking quietly amongst each other about anything and everything. However, as much as you wanted this night to last, to just spend the remainder of the night in his arms till you both fell asleep, you knew you couldn’t. You had to get home before it get any later, so with an exhausted sigh you begin pulling away from his grip, but right as you managed to somewhat pull away from him he pulls you back down against his chest, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Chris,”

“Stay,” Is all he says, eyes closed as he kept you in his large arms,

“I can’t, I gotta go,” Chuckling once again you gently tap his peck before rising from his hold once again, but only settling into a sitting position beside him,

His arm falls around your waist at your new position, but doesn’t stop his fingers from rubbing patters against your skin as he watches you.

“Thought you didn’t have a curfew?” He asks, placing his other arm behind his head,

You smile down at him, “I don’t. But it’s getting late,”

He stays quiet for a few seconds. Eyes admiring your still slightly flushed face as he continues rubbing his pattern against your skin, “What time are your parents leaving you to babysit?”

You furrow your brows as you try to remember the exact time, “By noon, I think,”

“I’ll get you home before then,” He states, eyes not once parting from yours,

A smile tugs on your lips as you consider his offer with narrowed eyes, and knowing he knew you were debating on accepting his offer by the way his smile only widens. Then knowing he knows you’ve accepted it when he motions his head to the side.

“Stay,” He repeats, smile forming into a smirk when you roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head,

Quickly reaching over the edge of the bed to pull out your phone from its pocket, you sent a quick message to your mother letting her know you’ve decided to spent the night at Ashley’s but promise to be at the house before they leave. Once placing your phone on the bedside table, you quickly cuddle next to Chris who invited you with warm open arms. Placing a long gentle kiss on the crown of your head he wraps his arms around your frame before closing his eyes. Fingers now dancing along your shoulder blades as you both settle into conversation once again about random things, however, in a matter of minutes you both quickly drift off by the sounds of each others steady breathing.

In all your years of sleeping, you will admit, this was definitely by far the best nights of sleep you’ve ever gotten. A bit risky, but definitely worth it.

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[fuctacles]

in love and war part 2

For Spicy Six Winter Challenge hosted by @thefreakandthehair

T | 2221 | feelings realization, bi awakening | read part 1 here | part 3 here

And this takes us to the present. The revenge plan.

The sun has just come up and there are four of them camping in Steve’s car, sharing thermoses full of hot beverages of choice. (Steve brought one full of hot cocoa and it's the crowd’s favorite.)

“Eddie is not an early riser, we’re wasting time,” Lucas complains while observing the trailer with his binoculars. 

“I think his uncle’s gonna wake him up for us,” Robin assures him. And like clockwork, Wayne Munson’s truck comes into view, almost knocking down one of their sculptures. The man steps out, takes a look at the dozen snowmen surrounding his trailer, and disappears inside. 

About fifteen minutes later, the curtains in one of the windows move. Steve’s buzzing in his seat. Or maybe just shivering. He reaches into his pocket for a tissue to wipe his runny nose.

“There’s a message!”

“Well, read it!”

“Nice move, Stevie,” Lucas reads the paper that appeared in the window. “Can’t play with you tho, I’m sick. Sad face.”

“Did he draw a sad face or…?”

“Of course, he drew it!”

Steve yanks the binoculars from Lucas to see for himself. The papers disappeared but Eddie took their place in the window, wrapped in a blanket. There’s a scarf around his neck and his nose is red. He looks bad.

“Damn. He really is sick.”

“Full offense but you look like shit, too.”

“Can it, Mayfield.”

He steps out and walks up to the trailer. Eddie finally spots him and he perks up and waves at him.

“Hi!” 

Even through the window, Steve can hear how croaky his voice is.

“Guess there goes your next campaign.”

Eddie laughs weakly, it turns into a cough.

“Guess so.”

“You started it,” he reminds him.

“I know. Sorry.”

“Why?” Steve frowns at him. Eddie shrugs.

“Seemed like a fun idea.”

“Imagine how much fun you could be having playing DnD now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie waves his hand. “But. You know.” He shrugs again.

“No, I don’t know.” He shakes his head, frowning again.

“You don’t play DnD.”

He taps against the glass nervously and Steve collects himself quickly.

“We can find something that doesn’t end with you in bed.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle with mischief and Steve immediately realizes the double meaning in his words.

“Okay, shut up.”

He turns around and leaves quickly. The inside of his car is surprisingly warm and he shivers from head to toe.

“Well, I’m leaving before I catch whatever this is,” Max eyes him before escaping the car. She stops once outside. “Lucas, you coming?”

The boy scrambles behind her.

“Let’s get you home,” Robin squeezes his arm. 

He takes one last glance at Eddie’s trailer and nods. 

It’s all misery from there. He makes camp in the living room because that’s where the tv is and he needs some entertainment while sitting on his ass and coughing. Robin takes stock of his medicine cabinet and whatever else he may need while housebound. She forces him to take his temperature. He’s prissy about it because it would make the sickness real, but it’s barely above average.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Robin pats him on the head while inspecting the thermometer. “Where’s your walkie?”

“There’s no need-”

“Little shitheads need to know they’re on their own. Or rather on their parent’s mercy.”

He nods.

“It should be on my desk.”

She’s gone for a while which makes him assume he’s excluded from the conversation. There’s probably a lot of yelling happening from the kids and Robin’s saving him the headache, bless her heart. She comes back eventually, walkie in hand. 

“I’ll leave it nearby in case you need anything, but I told them not to bother you, that you’ll contact them if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” he smiles. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” she smiles back. “Dustin isn’t happy, of course, but his mom said they’ll come with some soup later. Max said, and I quote “serves them well.”

“She's not wrong,” he mutters.

“Will and Lucas said they’re sorry. Will said Mike’s sorry too.”

Steve snorts.

“Course he did. What did Eddie say?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs. “Either he was sleeping or too sick to speak up.”

“Huh.” He’s weirdly disappointed about that.

“Anyway, I gotta go to work now because my coworker called in sick.” She pats his knee as she stands up.

“Uh, I’m sorry?”

She shakes her head.

“You’ll pay me back when I come down with whatever I just caught from you. I’ll come over tomorrow with some movies. don’t forget Dustin’s coming later today!”

He groans.

“Right, of course.”

“Yeah, not jealous about that, buddy.” She pats his head. His hair is ruined enough that he doesn’t protest. “Walkie if you need anything, do not leave the house, keep yourself warm. Toodles!”

“See you, Rob.”

Later he has to listen to Dustin yelling at him from the other side of the room (“I’m not getting any closer to your germs, Steve!”). Claudia, the wonderful mom she is, doesn’t have such reservations and hands him the soup she brought after heating it.

“Dusty made us make rounds to all your friends to gather a care package for you.”

Steve makes a surprised sound over his cup.

“Being sick is so boring, we thought it could help!” Dustin adds, still yelling from afar. But the anger seems to have seeped out of him. “We’re going to Eddie’s next, his care package is cooler.”

“Dustin!”

Steve laughs.

“He’s probably right, Ms. Claudia, I don’t think our interests overlap as much as with Eddie.”

“Well, you’re gonna get educated because we do not have boring jock shit for you.”

“Dustin!”

“What?! It’s the truth!”

Steve snorts so hard, he needs a tissue.

After they leave, he digs into the care package like it’s a Christmas morning. Everything has little post-it notes with get-well wishes and signed who it’s from. From Robin, he got promised medication restock and some hard candy for his throat. Will gave him a copy of Hobbit and a tape which upon opening, turned out to have a small joint hidden inside, courtesy of Jonathan. El lent him a Wonder Woman comic. Dustin gave him a Batman comic and a handwritten guide titled “D&D for dummies”, that actually made him chuckle. At the bottom, probably because Dustin was ashamed of his friend, was an issue of Sports Illustrated with a note “Read the Magic Johnson interview!” and below that, a girly-looking magazine, dryly signed “from Erica.” He chuckled to himself and opened it first. Inside was another Post-it note that read “page 17”. Intrigued, he flips the pages to find it.

On page seventeen, there is a segment titled “Flirting or bullying?” and one of the questions/stories is highlighted with a pink marker. Steve gets to reading.

“Dear TM team,

My friend, S, is being followed by this boy who keeps starting snowball fights. He’s waiting for S’s shift to end, sitting in his van outside the shop to do so. It’s turning into a full-blown snowball war by this point. My other friend thinks they are pulling pigtails, but I just think they are dumb. So, is it flirting or boys being idiots? -E”

Steve drops the magazine and goes into the kitchen to have a refill of his soup.

When Robin comes in the next day, the magazine still lies where he left it, taunting him. His heart stutters when she picks it up with a laugh.

“I guess under all her snark Erica is just another girl, huh?”

Oh, how wrong she was.

He licked his dry lips before speaking up, barely audible and fucking terrified.

“Open it.”

Surprised, her eyes snap at him, but something in his tone makes her comply without a word. He pretends to busy himself studying the romcoms she brought.

“Huh,” he hears among the rustle of the pages. He looks up, too tempted to watch her face while she reads.

“What’s so fucking funny?” he asks, watching her lips quirk.

“Nothing!” she squeaks. “I’m surprised she did that.”

“I’m not. It’s Erica.”

“True,” she giggles, closing the magazine. He frowns at her.

“What did they say?”

“You didn’t read it?”

He taps his fingers against his mug.

“I chickened out,” he admits.

“Why don’t you ask Eddie yourself?”

“Robin,” he whines.

“Steve,” she whines back. She scoots closer and takes the mug out of his hand to lace their fingers together. “Listen, I rejected you and now we’re friends. You’re friends with Nancy too. You can let him down gently, it’s not the end of the world.”

“No, Robin…” He sighs, squeezing her hand. “I think I was, um… pulling his pigtails back.”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit,” he nods.

They look into each other’s eyes, giddy and nervous, before bursting into giggles. Their eyes fall back on the magazine. 

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Didn’t Eddie get a care package from them too?”

“Oh shit.”

“Dude I can’t stay here forever, pick up the phone!”

“Your yelling is really not helping me.”

“Oh, so you’d rather do it by yourself?”

He winces.

“No? Yes? I don’t know!”

She groans and he’s pretty sure she’s about to strangle him when the phone calls. They both jump and stare at it. Robin eyes him but he’s not moving a muscle so she groans and picks it up in the middle of the third ring.

“Yes?” She sounds calm and collected. “Oh, hi Eddie!” She smiles like an imp, staring straight into Steve’s soul. “You sound like shit.”

He makes a sound of protest, but she puts a hand up to stop him.

“Oh, you just got your voice back? And you’re calling Steve first thing? How sweet!” She’s making kissy faces at him and he’s about to commit murder. “Yes, he’s awake, I’ll get him.” She holds out the receiver. “For you.”

“Fucking obviously,” he murmurs, snatching it from her. She snickers.

“I’ll be in the living room,” she says and struts away, but he keeps an eye on her just in case she decides to eavesdrop. 

“Steve?” 

He does sound terrible.

“It’s me, hi.”

“Hi, um. Did you, by any chance, maybe, perhaps, get a care package from the kids?”

Steve’s insides twist.

“Yes?”

“From Erica too?”

“Yes.”

“A magazine?”

“Page seventeen?”

Eddie breathes hard into the receiver. 

“Yes, that.”

The silence hangs between them. His clogged sinuses make it hard to formulate thoughts.

“What did they say?”

“What?”

“Was it flirting or bullying?” he clarifies, fumbling with the cord. 

“You didn’t read it?”

“No.” He tries to find an explanation that doesn't sound bad. “Wanted to hear it from you.”

Eddie takes a ragged breath, it turns into a coughing fit. Steve frowns.

“You should go back to bed, we can talk about it later.”

“No!” Eddie protests straight away. Coughs a bit more. “I just… Yes, they say it was flirting,” he spits out.

Steve suddenly feels worse.

“But they were wrong,” he pushes for clarification.

Eddie sounded like they were.

“I don’t know,” he admits instead. Steve frowns.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You either flirt or-”

“I never thought about it, okay?” Eddie interrupts him. “I always assumed I’m into chicks but I’d definitely not flirt with one like that.”

It feels like a punch in the gut and Steve knows his own answer. Robin’s right, he’s survived rejection and unrequited feelings and got life-long friendships out of it. He can bear one more.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it was flirting on my part.”

Eddie starts coughing again.

“It’s okay if you weren’t i just wanted to be clear,” he adds as soon as the coughing subdues. “I never thought about it before either.”

“No, listen. Steve. Stevie.”

Steve’s stomach makes a backflip against his will.

“Yes?”

“I’m still thinking about it, okay? Just, the fever isn’t helping. Like, I want to say yes, but I’d rather say it when I’m not sick and half out of it, you know?”

Steve barks out a laugh, relieved and hopeful.

“Sure, makes sense. I’ll still be here.”

Waiting, like a dumbass.

“Cool. I’ll call you tomorrow, I’m out of stamina for today.”

“Sure, uh, sleep well.”

“You too, sweetheart.”

Steve’s too stunned by the pet name to put the phone away, so they just breathe into each other's ears, startled. But he won’t let Eddie one-up him like that.

“Goodnight, handsome.”

Eddie made a choked sound before ending the call. Steve puts the phone down and walks back into the living room, where Robin is waiting for him, the TV forgotten.

“Well? What did he say?” she asks before he can sit down.

“That he’s still thinking about it.”

“Nooooo!”

“But he did call me a sweetheart.”

“Oh?”

“I guess neither of us realized we were flirting.”

“Steve!” She starts slapping his arm.

“What? What?!”

“I hate you so much! You were each other’s gay awakening? How is that fair?!”

She’s pouting when he grasps her hands to stop the assault.

“Well, we can plot a snowball war against Vickie next,” he offers.

“Are you kidding me?! She’d hate it!”

Steve imagined a gaggle of kids ganging against the poor little redhead.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I guess men are a simpler species.”

“You are so lucky I love you.”

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

SFW Alphabet—Donny Donowitz | IB headcanon

Link to my IB masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Affection is Donny’s weakness. Whether it be giving or receiving he is always wanting to touch you in some way. This could be his arm around your shoulders while Aldo is debriefing the squad, your head on his shoulder by the campfire, or light kisses to the forehead before a stressful situation.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being friends with Donny is basically signing up for chaos. He’s the type who would suggest doing stupid shit and you have to follow in order to ensure he doesn’t kill himself doing it. Laughing to the point of ab cramps is the best way to describe moments with Donny as your bestie.

The friendship started before you two shipped off to France. You were probably the squad’s nurse or high ranking next to him and Aldo that you guys interacted more than with the Basterds. The friendship sorta naturally happened to the point it’s hard to even put a date on when it started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Physical touch is the mans love language so of course he likes to cuddle. Holding you in his arms with the radio playing while you two doze in and out of sleep is the best feeling in the world. “Doll,” he’ll make grabby hands at you, “c’mere let me hold ya.” He’s the big spoon obviously, but also he likes when he’s laying on his back and you’re curled into his side.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Hell yeah Donny wants to settle down—the literal dream for him is to own a home with you in a nice area where you two get to grow old together. You two would likely run the barber shop or another business and be the couple who give back to the community.

Donny, surprisingly, is a descent cook. Really he specializes in certain dishes that are family recipes. And best believe he can stir up some smacking pasta. You never have to worry about a messy home or kitchen because the Army embedded it into his brain that orderliness and cleanliness is essential…..except on Sundays. That’s y’all’s break day.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d rather scalp himself than end things with you. If anyone is gonna break hearts, Donny will sacrifice his own to prevent you from experiencing it.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Being a bachelor was honestly what Donny expected he’d be all his life. Yeah he dated and had flings but never did it occur to him he’d want to settle down and build a future with someone. When you came along it was like he had an awakening. Immediately he saw the house with a yard full of animals, kids running around the premises and a ring on his finger. After you two got engaged Donny wasn’t quick to rush a wedding especially since you two had just returned to the states. He wanted to work as much as he could to give you the wedding of your dreams.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite being a giant beefy man that he is, Donny is very gentle. His touch is like feathers and always carefully handled as to not hurt you. Anytime you’re sad or distress his approach with you is cautious. Asking questions like, “Do you need to talk or want to be alone?” Whatever you decide he’ll respect even if it means walking away to give you space.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Are you kidding this man lives and breathes for hugs. He gives the best hugs of the Basterd (Wicki coming a close second) so you take any chance you can to hug him. Donny won’t even hesitate when you ask for one or he’ll simply bring you into an embrace he notices you’re under distress.

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Considering he realized he loved you in the middle of a legit war, Donny probably said it quick. And by quick I mean right when it hit him like a truck. You two had been best friends by that point to he was worried to an extent it would crumble before his eyes. But to his utter surprise you said, “Oh, Donny, are you blind? I’ve been waiting for you to say something forever! I love you too, you rascal.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Okay so while he hardly gets jealous when the Basterds or his friends playfully flirt with you, he WILL become a different person when someone he hates tries to swoon you. Of course he’s confident in y’all’s relationship and knows you’d never betray him, he just fucking hates when an asshole attempts to get your attention. “Jealous again, baby?” “NO……maybe.”

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses with Donny are best described as ‘cheeky’. He’ll send you a smirk with eyes reading, ‘Imma kiss you right now,’ before smacking his lips against yours or your cheek before running away. You can’t help but giggle when he does because it’s so adorable and always puts a smile on your face. Your lips and jaw are his favorite places to kiss, however, when he’s feeling frisky Donny will trail his mouth down your neck and collarbones. For him, the Sargent loves to be kissed on the lips as well. He’ll never admit it but Donny is a sucker for when you kiss his chest.

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

Donny is amazing with children. It’s one of the things you love about him. Even if you two do not plan to have children he loves to spend time with nieces/nephews and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the type to teach the kids in your neighborhood how to play baseball. He’d also offer discount and free haircuts to the children and teens who cannot afford one. If you do have/adopt kids, then expect Donny to be the best father ever. Always attending their school functions and sport games (most likely baseball) and taking your kids to the zoo, museum, Red Sox games, etc. He is their #1 supporter and will do whatever possible to make them happy.

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

During the war y’all’s mornings started bright and early at the ass crack of dawn. Donny would be the first one up considering he was in charge of getting the Basterds into formation, but he’d make sure to give you a kiss on the head as a good morning before leaving. When there is the rare chance of staying in an inn or motel then he’s all over you with cuddles and waking you up with kisses.

Back home in the states Donny is the type who will put the coffee on the pot as soon as he wakes up to get you a coffee before your eyes open. Then if he has time he’ll run to the cafe by the corner of your street to get your favorite breakfast. “Is that what I think it is?” “Only the best for my baby this fine Sunday morning.”

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

I can see Donny as a night owl. Really it was a result of the late nights overseas where he had to keep watch of the camp. The habit carried over when he returned home in which he would stay up listening to the radio or reading a book. You’d have to force him to come to bed—-often making him a warm cup of milk or run a bath. But once his head hit the pillow mans is out like a light and holding you to his chest.

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[carissimipaixao]

— RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME

published on: june 27, 2023 pairing: miguel o'hara & reader word count: 700+ note: so, i watched the across the spiderverse movie recently and... i think you know the rest. tags: @mylovelyreblogs

Dreams haunt you at night.

It's weird because, truly, you never cared about them. You always forgot them by the time you woke up, your guardians say. It's never real, they reassure you. You cannot dream of something you have never seen before.

Those words allowed you to grow out of your curiosity, pushing it aside — for that everything is temporary and utterly pointless. Dreams became foggy reminders of the creative and mysterious ways of the mind manifesting its wishes, fears and everything, all at once, until it all became irrelevant.

Indeed, you never remembered them once you realized how insignificant dreaming is to your living experience. You discarded them by the moment your eyes opened to the blinding lights around you.

Yet, here you are.

Haunted.

It is hard to pinpoint the exact moment they began. Perhaps, much like a little spider, they slowly crawled their way back to you, when you least expected it, when you were the most vulnerable. It began with little flashes as you woke up, recalling what had transpired in your mind. Then, thoughtful moments as you tried to process it, tried to understand whatever was going on with you.

How can it be possible for someone like you to feel—

They aren’t real.

Yet, whenever you close your eyes, they are. Everything blooms to life. Everything is so real behind your closed eyelids, in your head, that you become unsure if your living reality is the false reality, if your dreaming reality is truly this magical. You come to life, like a real human being.

There is a child in your dreams. You don't know her name, but it is when you close your eyes into that deep slumber that you do and you know her dreams, her hopes and all that goes behind those childish eyes, filled with innocence. They are so beautiful, and it reminds you of the wonders of humanity, of what it is to be human and to be young and to be free.

You want to be free — a particular wish you have never had, a dream you have never cared about that now follows you back to your reality, now outside the dreaming reality that continues to chase you. It is poison.

Even so, you want it.

You have been convinced that you need no one besides your guardians, and, perhaps, with reason. They have created you — this version of you, stripped of everything but your memories, your now twisted consciousness. They are the only ones who can guarantee your safety and survival. If something were to happen to you, you would be gone forever. No trace to be found, for that they had already been erased off the face of the very Earth you walked.

Yet, there is a man in your dreams. He is often with the same girl that calls you by your name and grabs your hand — gripping the flesh in your hand — as she speaks happily about what she has done at school and how much she loves to play some iteration of American football with her father. Just like her, you don’t know this man and you certainly don’t recognize him from anywhere.

Your mind deceives you. It tells you that this man is familiar to you, it tells you to lend him your trust. Indeed, in these dreams, he reminds you of the warmth that you once knew, back when you were normal, before everything changed. Perhaps, because you feel so incredibly different and real in these dreams, it makes you believe that you can trust him, that you are as human as he is. You are an outsider to the family in your dreams — that much you know — but he treats you like you are a part of it all.

Why don’t you stay? His whisper reminds you that all is temporary and everything is purely constructed by the power of your mind. It is intriguing, to say the least, that those words seem to ground you, allowing you to remain in this confusing reality for a little longer before you are abruptly awakened.

You have had enough.

You want to disable the feature. You have stopped being human a long time ago, and you cannot understand the futile attempt, nor the reasons behind all of this. You will never be alive like you are in your dreams, and that is a dream that is completely impossible to achieve — even for scientists as smart and as incredible as your guardians.

You aren’t their daughter anymore.

You aren’t you anymore.

If you cannot be human as you are in your sleep, then you will be free. At the very least, that is what you want.

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[levwrites]

Prompt: A henchman saved their boss supervillain's life by taking a seemingly mortal blow that was meant for said boss. I say seemingly because they are rushed by the villain to the medbay. Unfortunately for the henchman, with what they thought was their dying breath, they admitted to their boss they are in love with them. The story starts at the awkward aftermath, the henchman awakening to their boss at their bedside. If it is silly or serious is up to you.

The afterlife feels a lot like lying in a bed with something insistently beeping in the background and something warm and dexterous playing with his hair, pulling at the locks, twirling them around.

Someone's hand is on my head.

The thought is enough to send adrenaline coursing through his system; heart in his throat and eyes flying open he abruptly sits up, trying to get away from the unknown person. Or at least he tries: firm hands on his shoulders keep him down, his struggling useless against superhuman strength.

"Oh no, no." A familiar voice. An equally familiar face swims into focus, grinning down at him. "I knew you would do that."

"What?" Henchmen lets himself be guided back onto the pillows, head pulsing with pain, still dazed from whatever happened to him. "What's- what's going on?"

And then it comes back to him: the fight, the unseen blow that almost took Villain out - if only Henchman hadn't thrown himself in the way. He remembers Villain playing with his hair as he bled out on the ground. He'd been so certain he was going to die there.

A loud groan leaves his chest as he remembers what he said. He covers his eyes, cheeks darkening. "Ah, fuck."

"I'm glad to see your memory still works well," Villain says, their hands still on Henchman's shoulders for some reason, thumbs pressing little circles in his tense muscles. "You're welcome."

Henchman opens one eye to glare at his employer, embarrassment clear in his expression. "For saving my life?" He groans again when Villain nods. "You weren't supposed to do that, why did you do that?"

"You are my favorite." Villain shrugs, and goes right back to petting Henchman's hair. "You know all my recent plans, it would be a mess if I had to replace you." They lean close, their foreheads suddenly leaning together. "And you are my favorite."

His cheeks burning, Henchman swallows and nods once. "I understand." Villain has always been a little... strange, after all. Still, their words leave him feeling better about the whole situation.

"Good." Smiling again, Villains leans back. "Now rest some more. We have work to do later today." They don't take the hand away, neither do they get up like Henchmen expected them to.

Something changed in their relationship. He just has to figure out if it's a good thing, or a complete disaster.

Whoops this took longer than I thought! I was really undecided on the dynamic between the villain and the henchman, hopefully something interesting came out. Thank you for the prompt anon, this was fun!

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[maisonaime]

Ilithyia's Blessings - Part 2

Warnings: mentions of past trauma, depiction of a panic attack, pregnancy trauma

Part 1

Part 2:

Mor was still on her knees in shocked silence when Amren finally snapped out of the daze of power Feyre had wielded against them. Bad. This was very very bad. 

“Up girl, we have to find Nesta.” she snapped. Failing to ignore Mor’s trembling shoulders she added “I’m sure she didn’t mean it Morrigan. Wounded animals bite.” 

You couldn’t keep your own from being desecrated. An iron nail, a note fluttering in the crisp Autumn wind, the crunching of boots retreating back through the fallen leaves. Agony.

Mor shook her head, tears falling freely. “I know she didn’t mean it, I could feel that her words — those words — weren’t her true feelings. I just… never thought she could…” words failed her.

Amren sighed and looked at the disarray around them, sniffing distastefully. “It seems we underestimated her. Feyre was raised in a pit of vipers, thrown to the wolves and then made an incredibly powerful Fae. She’s survived this long by the skin of her teeth, they were bound to be sharp.”

Mor wailed “She’s my sister. She’s our sister, Amren.” 

Amren ran a hand over her face exasperatedly “And we’ve betrayed her, all of us. Her words were vile and you didn’t deserve them, but they are just words Morrigan. Feyre is wielding your trauma, as I suspect she’ll try to do with all of us, as a weapon to protect her from her own. All we can do is show her that no matter what she says or does, we will still be here waiting for her.” 

Mor laughed bitterly, without a hint of humor, wiping at her face and rising to her feet. “I suppose no one knows how to hurt us quite like our own.” 

Amren was already moving towards the door. “Yes. And one of our own is going to wipe Nesta off the face of this world when he learns of what happened here, if he hasn’t already. I won’t pretend the bitch deserves our protection after that fucking stunt, but I will not let this court be plunged into civil war because our High Lord mists the sister of our High Lady in a fit of rage.”

“Nesta deserves whatever comes to her.” Mor snarled, rage awakening her features. 

Amren paused at the door, then turned to Mor with a determined glare. “Then so do we all Morrigan. I won’t pretend to have been any less a participant in creating this mess, but if we’re going to undo it we can’t hold to the pretense that any of us have acted correctly. No matter our intentions, the results have been disastrous.” 

And since Mor could hardly deny the truth in that statement, she set out after Amren into the streets of Velaris. They winnowed along the path of Nesta’s scent as quickly as possible, noting the way black clouds above tracked them, roiling and crackling with the power of the High Lord of Night.

—

The world was cleaving, air would not pass into her lungs, and she was sure that if she wasn’t dead already she would be soon. Panic, cloying and thick, choked its way out of her stomach and onto the pearlescent tiles in front of her. 

The thick bands of power pulled even closer around Feyre, blinding her surroundings and pulling oxygen from the air around her, folding the room into her. She could hear nothing above the roaring in her ears, her words played back to her at deafening speed and volume. Nothing made sense, nothing was as it should be. 

She could feel the aching spot behind her ribs where the mating bond was smothered away, could feel the last dregs of Rhys tearing desperately across that mind bridge as she slammed the gates shut. 

To be served, to be feared. She just wanted to be respected. 

The iciness that she allowed to surface for her persona of cruelty. This is not the Court of Nightmares, this is your family. Stop. Stop. STOP. 

What the hell had she said to Mor? Invoking her trauma like a dagger.

They lied, they lied to you. And now your child will die, and now YOU will die. 

Not their fault, their fault, THEIR FAULT. 

Warriors armed with tridents blasted powerful jets of seawater at the black vortex of power that had materialized in the middle of the room, holding it in place. Summer Court officials were already sounding alarm bells across the city and raising flags on the warships in Adriata’s port. Surely this was an attack of some sort.

Tarquin stood from his throne of shells and beachwood, assessing the violent haze of power that stifled the room and peeled through the layers of scent — panic, rage, confusion — until he stumbled across something familiar. With a start, he drew back into himself and sunk deep into the sea of his power. He drifted down and down until like called to like and he opened unseeing eyes to gaze at the pebble of his power, shrouded in darkness. 

As if recognizing the soul stare he had pinned her with, the blackness released its protective, suffocating grip on Feyre, dissipating across the floor in every direction like the tide back out to sea. She was hunched over, heaving her lunch onto his floor. As she rose, Tarquin’s eyes widened at the sight of her swollen belly, the scent of new life radiating off of her. 

He threw up walls of water around the two of them before the rest of the room could register that the High Lady of the Night Court had collapsed into their court, pregnant and distressed. Effectively sequestering them in a rippling fishbowl, for her safety, for the safety of his court, and if he were being perfectly honest… so that when Rhysand ripped through his mind in the moments before killing him he would see that at least Tarquin had tried to help his mate. 

Feyre sputtered and gasped, hand still braced on her knees. “I need… I seek asylum in the Summer Court.” oh so now she was going the diplomatic route. “My life is in danger, my family and Court must not know where I am.” not a lie, just shocking .”Please grant me temporary protection and anonymity in your jurisdiction.” 

The language she invoked demanded an answer, and Tarquin shuddered as the weight of her request settled between them. 

“Feyre, are you quite su–” He began.

“Tarquin… please.” she met his eyes, he had never seen such despair, and before he knew what he was saying…

“Yes, I grant you asylum in the Summer Court with all associated protections.” he breathed. 

He felt a tingling burn creep around his wrist as the promise was sealed in ink. Without another word he approached Feyre and winnowed them both to his office, releasing the walls of water with a burst of magic that would wash away the memory of the disruption before it could reach prying ears. 

— 

Cassian landed at the River House, wringing his hands as he approached Rhys’ office. He prayed Feyre would be there too so that they might rally Elain to go to Nesta. He had left the House of Wind when he sensed her in the bathroom and heard the tub running. A part of him thought twice about leaving her alone but it would be mere minutes before someone was at her side. 

He pushed open the unlocked door to Rhys’ study, finding his brother bent over correspondence, looking older than Cassian had ever seen him as he rubbed at his temple. 

“Cassian you won’t believe what these Autumn fucks want– what’s wrong?” Rhys snapped, his eyes narrowing at his brother’s evasive gaze. 

“Nesta, she – fuck Rhys I fucked it all. I wanted to know what she would name a weapon and the godsdamned woman is too fucking insightful. She saw right through me and pried everything out about the weapons and the vote we took. I think it undid every bit of progress we’ve been trying to make, and I just… FUCK.” he slammed his hands down onto the desk and then resumed his pacing, tearing at his hair.

Rhys was just about to start dousing this newest little fire with a word to his mate to send Elain to the House of Wind when he felt two sets of wards shattering in rapid succession. A deep tug from behind his navel alerted him to the old wards on the Townhouse tumbling down. The second set of wards fracturing set his skin on fire. 

Feyre. 

The careful netting of protection he had placed around her the moment he learned of their son, was unraveling. As he shot a frantic message down their mental bridge, he was met with walls of obsidian. Silence stretched and burned down their bond as he felt unholy might smother his connection to his mate. Rhysand clawed his way across the unsteady path toward Feyre’s mind, but each drag forward seemed only to push her presence further away. Moments later he choked on his horror as he realized her couldn’t feel her at all.

The clouds over the River House coalesced into black ether snapping with rabid lightning and quickly spreading out from Illyria to Velaris, blanketing the world in darkness. Seeking out the source of this mayhem for the hunt to follow.

Cassian somehow knew, as he gaped at his brother, that Nesta had most certainly not been in the bath, and was most certainly not going to be found at the House of Wind. His feet were moving before his mind could catch up with the scene around him

He was already soaring through the air towards Velaris when Rhys unleashed his power in a roar that nearly sent Cassian tumbling out of the sky. 

As he was rolling through the air on the shockwave, Cassian faced up at the sky and saw the storm clouds of Rhys’ manic power surging in a path over the town. As he shot along their path, he recognized the exact part of town they were leading to. 

He knew exactly what – who he would find there.

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[ctitan98official]

RE8 women get pregnant by Y/N: Cassandra

18+ Minors DNI

Okay, so I really enjoyed writing the Alcina scenario, but I think writing about Y/N getting Cass pregnant would be hilarious (That and I love her so muchhh and I wanna write about her). Y/N, as usual, is written gender-neutral. Let’s get into it!

When Y/N came into Cass’s life, she thought for sure Alcina would make them into wine or just outright kill them. For this reason, she tried to distance herself from them at first. She didn’t want to get attached only for them to end up dead.

After Y/N worked in the castle for a few months, even Cass wasn’t immune to their sweet and fun-loving personality.

Y/N made Cass feel protective of them. They were constantly getting into mischief or doing something dangerous.

When Cassandra Dimitrescu is a responsible person compared to you… It’s a wonder you’re still alive.

Soon, this feeling of needing to protect Y/N turned into fondness. Y/N was silly, for sure, but they were also very kind. They listened to Cass and let her vent her frustrations.

Soon, the relationship turned romantic.

Cass felt like she now had a purpose outside of just doing what her mother commanded of her. Y/N encouraged her to get more serious about her painting (A/N: I don’t know why, but I feel like Cass would love to paint). They were also very supportive in whatever interests she wanted to pursue.

Lately, though, it seemed that all these lovebirds wanted to do was have sex.

Like, a lot of sex. All day and all night.

Y/N wasn’t complaining, but it was sometimes hard to keep up with Cass’s heightened strength and stamina.

One morning, Y/N, who usually wakes up to Cass snuggling them and playing with their hair, was awakened by the sound of Cass retching violently in the bathroom.

Y/N shot out of bed and ran to Cass’s side. They pulled her hair away from her face and rubbed her back, trying to bring some comfort.

Eventually, Cass stopped and turned to lie her head on Y/N’s chest.

“I feel horrible! I didn’t even know I could get sick.” She complained, listening to Y/N’s frantic heartbeat as she nuzzled into them.

“Are you gonna be okay?!” Y/N tried to seem calm, but they were worried something was wrong with Cass. They loved her more than anything. They couldn’t bear the thought of her being sick.

Cass chuckled at Y/N’s panicked voice. “Relax, Y/N. I’m feeling better now. Maybe it was just a fluke.” She reassured them.

Y/N wasn’t convinced, but they weren’t going to fight Cass on the subject. They would wait and see what happened.

However, by the third morning that Cass had woken up and vomited… Y/N knew something was wrong and made Cass tell her mother what was going on.

“Draga, you don’t feel well?” Alcina said when Cass and Y/N had come to see her in her study. Her face was lined with worry as she gently cupped Cass’s face.

Cass blushed at Alcina’s motherly display in front of Y/N. She would never live this down. “I wake up and get sick, but I feel extremely hungry afterward. It’s weird! I’ve never felt like this before.”

Alcina raised an eyebrow at this. “Any other symptoms, draga?”

This time Y/N piped up. “She gets grossed out by smells too! She gagged when I put on my usual deodorant!” They said, trying to be helpful.

Alcina turned to Y/N. She knew they would tell her more than Cass ever would. “Y/N, have you noticed anything else?” She asked. Y/N looked to Cass who was glaring at them and hoping they wouldn’t say anything else.

“Well… She, um, has been kinda… Uhhh, moody? Like, more than usual!” Y/N squeaked out the last part when they saw the murderous glint in Cass’s eyes.

Alcina seemed shocked. “Oh, my.” She said with wide eyes.

Y/N’s eyes snapped to hers. “What is it?! What’s wrong? Is she gonna die?!” Y/N said with teary eyes.

Alcina, surprisingly, chuckled. “No, Y/N. But, could you give us a minute alone to talk?” She asked.

Y/N was confused, but quickly hurried out of the room.

Y/N waited outside for a few moments before they heard Cass yell from the study. “WHAAAT?!” She sounded… Kinda mad.

Y/N cringed. What the hell was going on?

Cass stormed out of Alcina’s study and immediately grabbed Y/N and started wringing them by the throat. “You stupid idiot!” She raged.

Y/N was terrified, and slowly losing consciousness, but managed to choke out “Why?!”

Cass dropped Y/N like a sack of potatoes and started tearing up.

Y/N was so confused. “Babe, what’s wrong?” They stood up and pulled Cass into a hug.

Cass buried her face into Y/N’s shoulder. She stood there and processed her emotions for a few moments before pulling away to look Y/N in the eyes.

Y/N was surprised to see that she was no longer upset and was actually smirking at them now.

She held back a chuckle before she said “You knocked me up, you fucking imbecile.”

Y/N’s jaw damn near hit the floor at hearing that.

Oh man. Y/N felt like crying now. Holy shit, Cass was gonna be a mom? They were going to be a parent?

Y/N blacked out after hearing that.

Y/N woke up, back in Cass’s room, and felt her running her fingers through their hair.

“Welcome back, darling.” She laughed at Y/N.

Y/N turned to look at Cass. “Was that all a dream?” They asked.

Cass playfully rolled her eyes. “What, the part about me being pregnant or the fact that you fainted?” She asked with a grin.

“Well… I was gonna say both, but you kind of just cleared it up.” Y/N blushed.

Cass was, understandably, still in shock. “I never thought about having children before… The idea is growing on me, though. If it’s with you.”

Y/N felt their cheeks burning at Cass’s sweet comment.

They timidly reached out to touch Cass’s belly, but couldn’t find the right words to ask if it was okay. They ended up awkwardly holding their hand in mid-air and giving Cass a pleading look.

Cass laughed at Y/N. She grabbed their hand and placed it on her stomach. “You better hope this baby doesn’t inherit your intelligence.” She joked.

Y/N smiled and rubbed Cass’s belly. “I can’t believe there’s a baby in there! How did your mom know?”

Cass ran her thumb along Y/N’s hand. “She said that I smelled different… And, she could hear a second heartbeat.” Cass looked down at her and Y/N’s entwined hands. She felt her heart melt at the thought of her and Y/N producing an actual child from their love.

“Wow! A heartbeat?!” Y/N leaned down and kissed Cass’s tummy. “Good job, baby! Way to perform a bodily function!”

Cass laughed at Y/N and rubbed her stomach. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ve at least got one parent who isn’t an idiot.”

I guess we can call her “Mama Cass” now XD (If you don’t know who that is, look up the group “The Mamas and The Papas” their music is legendary!) Anyway, did you like it? Hate it? Let me know! I love reading what you think regardless of if its positive or not. I really wanna do a part 2 to this one. Soft Cass is my beloved T^T

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[kfedup]

Mondaying

Ginger is struggling today. Typically on weekdays she gets to spend a few hours with Bowie at my ex's house. This weekend we put Bowie down. His cancer progressed very quickly over the last few weeks and it was past time. Chris found an incredible retired vet couple who came to the house and helped make it all so kind and normal. Ginger was there and got to sniff him before and after, but she also has limited object permanence and misses her time with her buddy. We all do, sweet girl. We all do.

I really struggled with it. I think I'm through the worst of it, but holy shit I was not expecting how this would bring up so many feelings about my marriage ending. Fuck off, it's been 9 years already. But I realized that I haven't actually cried much about it and hoo boy, this last week has been a real soaker. I once again need to thank Peter Gabriel for opening something in me that's been locked up for years with his amazing i/o concert.

A huge part of the struggle came from having to share the process with his wife and the energy of ownership she brought with her. I wonder if she struggled with my energy, too. I don't care enough to ask. I don't like her. I've never liked her. And earlier in the week we crossed paths and she complained about him to me in a way that seemed like she wanted me to commiserate with her. Over the man she... well... anyway, I'm ready to stop telling that story, so I'll start now and just say some people are too dumb for words.

I just got back from my bi-annual primary care well visit and my doctor and I both agree that I'm doing amazing, sweetie. Most of the long covid shit has finally begun to clear. I'm still having a hard time with cardio/heart rate issues and still getting week-long clusters of ocular migraines, but otherwise, I am better than ever. Coming up on 3 years of sobriety and nearly a year into daily exercise and meditation on top of the long-established dog walks. Sleeping better. Eating slightly less emotionally. Working to bring the meditation practice into the day outside of my sitting time; to walking, cooking, eating, working, listening, talking, or whatever the hell I'm doing in the process of living, is honestly geeking me the fuck out. Planning ahead to do a nice long silent meditation retreat next year.

That said, the wanting/craving for connection is constant. I keep seeing that meme that says something like don't awaken the love in a woman unless you intend to actually work to love her and goddamn. Trying so hard to not be a giant ball of resentment about it, but phew, it realllllly sucks to have someone make the play and then back off.

There's a spectacular golden hour happening right now. We just walked in it for a bit.

What's for dinner? I'm ravenous and I do not want to cook.

Happy Monday, mutuals.

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