#random ones in the morning like halfway through brushing his teeth

[papayatori]

Don't Blink!(P4)

LN4 x fem!reader

Warnings: None

a/n, we're starting to get somewhere, oh how I love a good slow burn. ;-; (Also please bear with me, I know these aren't entirely accurate, I'm simply doing this for plot purposes, thanks!)

Why the hell had I decided to invite Lando over for breakfast. I don't know what came over me, whether it was some random confidence or those eyes of his that could drive me mad, I was pissed off at it.

Night owls don't do early breakfast. I know this from personal experience. I also know from personal experience that Lando is a morning person.

This is not okay.

My alarm blared multiple times that morning, I gave up after the fourth time, deciding that Lando was important enough to get out of bed for.

I did my normal morning routine, skin care, brushing my teeth, all of the necessities, before trudging into the kitchen to somehow find the will to not only continue living for the next few hours of the morning, but also find the will to cook breakfast.

I let out a long, exasperated and dramatic sigh before carrying on with my brave quests.

Halfway through the deep and ferocious battle known as making pancakes the right way, I heard a heavy knock on my door. My heart skipped a traitorous beat at the thought of who it could be.

Curse my silly feelings.

I wiped my hands on the kitchen towel I had on the bar and quickly went to open my door.

"Good morning, darling." He had one hand held out to me, the other behind his back. I accepted his hand and allowed him to kiss it the way he had the night before, though not without a growing red color in my cheeks. He pulled his other hand out from behind him, revealing the prettiest rose I had ever seen, and he handed it to me with an expression that was probably just as pretty. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a small portion of his chest for all to see. It distracted me from the rose for a bit longer than I had planned.

"Thank you?" I said finally, in more of a question than a statement. "Why are you all fancy looking today, and what's with the rose?" He grinned, flashing his teeth.

"It's our second date."

I could've slapped myself in the head, but it wouldn't have done any good. I had forgotten that we had agreed it would be our second date, even if it was mostly a joke when I had offered.

When I didn't reply, he stepped past me, brushing his hand against mine as he did so, and walked into the kitchen.

"Pancakes?" He said, a smile growing further when he saw the huge mess in my kitchen. "I'm going to assume that's a yes."

"You would be assuming correctly, Lan. Pancakes are an art I've yet to master." "If I die because of your cooking, I'm taking you with me." He looked me dead in the eye as he said this, no hints to whether or not he was joking. I threw the kitchen towel at him with a laugh.

"I'm not that bad of a cook!" He eyed me suspiciously.

"I'll be the judge of that, thank you."

I rolled my eyes at him, wondering back to the task at hand.

Lando helped me finish prepping. He even helped me set the table, too. Not only did he look the part of a gentleman, but he also played the part very well. I couldn't help but think that we were a family right then. The way that we talked to one another, joked around like we had known each other for years. How he had helped me clean off the bar we would be eating on, since it was completely caked in flour from my small war earlier. Things just felt right at home. Lando was starting to feel like home, and I was starting to look forward to his visits.

"Y/n," He started, pulling me away from my pancakes. "Look at me." He hesitated a bit, reaching his hand up to touch my face. His thumb brushed the side of my cheek gently. This felt far more intimate than the two of us had ever been, and while I wasn't pushing him away, it was almost terrifying how dangerously fast my heart was beating due to his small action. "You had a bit of flour left on your face." He smiled, probably seeing the tint of my cheeks.

"Thanks." I stumbled, dropping my embarrassed gaze back to my pancakes.

...

...

...

Lando and I were playing a very dangerous game. Both of us were dancing around the thought of the other, neither of us decided to cross over the fine line between friendship and something more than that. We had spent all day together for the last week, and when we weren't around each other, we were texting each other or tweeting back and forth. Lando had discovered that I posted on Twitter quite a lot, and he never failed to reply to any of my pictures with something witty or stupid, all of which would make me giggle to myself. I had hated actually admitting the fact that I might think of him as something more than what we were, which was strange considering we had really only known each other for a weeks time, but nonetheless, I still felt that way.

You can't really tell your emotions no, can you?

He hadn't stopped on the formalities, either. He continued to kiss my hand when he met me at my door or out in public somewhere. Especially in crowds, he would sometimes squeeze my hand, knowing how nervous I got. All of his small gestures gave me butterflies and sent my pulse so high I though I might faint. My chest had started to ache when he wasn't around. I had started to feel empty after practices had started for the season, though that also meant the race was getting closer.

As we stood now, the race was two days away. It was now Thursday, Lan's second testing of the season. So far, he had come home with nothing short of success to boast about. He always got really excited when he talked about the car or the team. Those blue-green eyes of his would light up every time the topic was even brought up, inviting him to ramble for hours. Not that I minded, I personally find it quite enjoyable.

I heard frantic knocking at my door, knowing it was probably just Lando being overdramatic. I opened the door in a hurry, not willing to admit it to myself, but I was excited to see him.

"Hi" He said excitedly, doing a little wave before letting himself in. I'm assuming he had just gotten back from his practice. It was about that time and he was absolutely drenched in sweat. He went to sit down on the couch, but I held out my hand in denial.

"Lan, you're covered in sweat. You're not sitting on my couch like that." I covered my nose instinctively as I had started to notice.

"Aw, y/nnnn, c'mon. I'm tired." His bottom lip threatened to pop out at any moment, I knew it was only a matter of time before I eventually gave in to his pouting. I wouldn't give up that easily.

"Shower, go, I'll wash your clothes for you." It was his lucky day that I liked to wear oversized clothing. I dug through my closet trying to find one of my bigger shirts. With a triumphant smile, I brought Lan a pair of my larger sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

Hopefully this would do.

"Are you sure?" He asked, questioning my offer.

"Positive, you have no choice if you want to have our movie night tonight." I was practically shoving him into the bathroom at this point, trying to get him in as quick as possible before I was poisoned by the smell of his sweat. "I keep some of my dad's soap under the cabinet, feel free to help yourself." I heard some sort of grunt of approval from the other side of the door, and with my mission a success, I wandered back to my couch, admiring my handiwork.

"y/n 1, Lando 0."

A breath of fresh air hit me as Lando walked back into the main room. "May I sit now?" I looked up at him, his hair still damp and frizzy, curls sticking to his damp face. He could not have been more attractive. Especially since the shirt that I had thought would be big enough, turned out to be rather short, revealing a small portion of his abs to me. I had to look away, nodding my head slowly to his question.

A blush started creeping its way up my neck. I saw him give me a look out of my peripheral. "What's the matter with you?" He asked, as if absolutely oblivious to the obvious. "Just excited for the movies." I lied through my teeth, and if he had known better, he made no effort to say otherwise.

We both agreed on the spiderman movie; though, we had to watch the ones with Tom Holland in them. Well, Lando insisted we watched the ones with Tom Holland in them.

We joked around for the first movie, watching it but not really watching it. Every now and then we would bump into each other, moving ever so slightly and brushing shoulders or knees. Each touch was like fire to me, and it made me feel hotter than I should have. The room got warmer every time he looked at me, spoke to me. I was starting to realize that my feelings really didn't like being ignored, and I was eventually going to have to acknowledge them. The second movie was even harder to get through than the first. My eyes had started to grow heavy, and I knew that sleep was fast approaching. I felt a weight around my shoulders and looked over to find Lan's arm wrapped around me, his eyes focused on the TV. I liked this a bit too much, I decided. His warmth dug into me like poison, my eyelids threatening to fall with each passing second. I knew that if we sat here for much longer that I would be a goner.

My head fell down gently onto Lando's chest, I felt it tense slightly before letting up like he had before when we had hugged the first time. His chest shook with a soft chuckle. Though sleep had taken me, I felt a small kiss to my forehead, causing a smile to instinctively spread across my face.

"Goodnight, darling." y/n 1, Lando 1.

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[fwtomura]

Breathe Into Your Hungry Appetite.

(a simon riley x john mactavish fanfic ^_^)

CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER THREE

cw: ghostsoap (simon riley x john mactavish), modern au, drug dealer au, mentions of weed, smut?, kinda transghost ngl, VERY BAD SPELLING!! that’s abt it.

haii guys i wrote chpt1 earlier and decided that it needs more added to it so here’s chpt2 :3

Simon’s morning started off just how it always did; kicking off the blankets, stretching out his back, and making that same awkward shuffle across the room towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and his hair. He still had that same old ache in his back and his joints as he slowly felt himself come back to the realm of the living. He didn’t bother with putting on a proper pair of pants before heading downstairs to the kitchen. It was a wednesday, he had the house to himself until much later in the evening.

He made himself his usual breakfast, hunching over the kitchen counter to eat as he scrolled through his phone. When he opened it, he realized that he’d forgotten to text Soap the night before. His phone opened up directly to Soap’s contact, which he’d noted down as ‘Johnny’ with a bar of soap emoji, but he hadn’t managed to send a message before he nodded off. Fuck. That’s awkward.

Simon💀: meant to text last just but got sidetracked, sorry

A half-assed apology was better than one, he decided. He didn’t include his name in the message, but judging by how quickly his phone vibrated against the counter, he didn’t necessarily need to add it.

Johnny🧼: all good, sweetheart

Johnny🧼: how’s ur morning going? did you sleep well?

Oddly charming. Not that he’d expected Soap to be turned off from texting him in the slightest. If anything, he was grateful for it to be just business as usual.

Simon💀: bit of a late start, but slept good.

Simon💀: eating breakfast now, how’s your day going?

He finished up his bowl of cereal, giving the bowl a half-asses rinse at the sink so that nothing would harden up before he gathered the willpower to properly load up the dishwasher. Maybe he’d get to it later this evening, maybe he wouldn’t. Wouldn’t seemed much more likely at the present moment.

Johnny🧼: nothin too crazy

Johnny🧼: It’s a slow day. fuckin boooooooooreeedddd >:(

Ghost nearly rolled his eyes as soon as he read the message. Of course he’d been bored. It seemed like that was always the case.

Simon💀: you poor thing, whatever will you do.

Ghost put his phone into his pocket briefly before heading upstairs, shutting the door to his room behind him out of reflex. He didn’t necessarily need to, but it wasn’t the worst habit to have. He opened his stash box and got out his pipe, he really did need to clean it.

As much of a pain in the ass as it was, he walked into the bathroom and got everything he needed. He’d leave the piece soaking overnight and would use a backup one for now. He checked his phone again as soon as he got the pipe settled into a plastic bag.

Johnny🧼: have u tried the new stuff yet?

He’d nearly forgotten about it, in fact. He looked over the baggie as he sat down onto the bean bag chair in his room. He could tell from the smell of the weed alone as he loaded up the grinder that it was potent . incredibly so.

Simon💀: not yet, loading up a bowl rn

Simon💀: smells strong as shit ngl.

The bud was nearly sticking to his fingers as he packed the bowl, the smell filling the room before he’d even sparked his lighter. It wasn’t that Soap always gave him shit weed, but he hadn’t expected this from a random strain that he’d given him to try. For free no less. And who the hell would Ghost be to turn down free weed that seemed to be at least halfway decent?

He flipped on the TV before settling down onto his beanbag chair and sparking up his bowl. The hit was sharp, almost immediately giving him that subtle, burning feeling at the back of his throat. The smoke still grunted slighting on the blowout, but there was a subtle almost citrusy flavour to it that say heavy on his tongue. Fuck. It felt good.

Simon kept taking slow, lazy hits from the pipe, leaning back and watching the smoke swirl and dance above him before it slowly dispersed throughout the room into nothing. The sunlight streaming in through the window made it look almost magical.

Simons phone had gotten tossed onto the bed at some point and he’d long since forgotten about it. He could feel the high slowly creeping in, his head filling with cotton and that euphoric loosening of his limps and muscles. Nothing else mattered in that moment… Aside from cracking a window; he’d finished smoking his bowl and the room was feeling rather stuffy. He opened the window quickly, swaying slighting from standing up too fast, and settled back down into the beanbag chair. He tapped the ash out of his pipe onto his rolling tray, stamping out the still smoldering bits with the bottom of his lighter, before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t going to be moving from this spot for a minute. He could tell almost immediately. He could faintly hear the TV going in the background and that was the only thing keeping him grounded in the present. He hadn’t gotten a high like this in a minute.

For some reason, he felt durant to his acoustic guitar sitting over in the corner. The guitar was old, probably just as old as Simon was but he didn’t particularly care to do the math on that. He didn’t know the exact type of guitar he had, but it was a Suzuki SG-2S guitar and it was scuffed to hell and back. That guitar had seen him through three different moves that he knew about, the pick guard being coated in hundreds of overlapping scratch marks. The finish of the guitar was worn off in several spots, but Simon still found it beautiful. Tommy had called the color ‘Tobacco Sunburst’ but Simon thought the same was fucking stupid.

(If he remember right, they’d gotten into a spat over it. Tommy has insistent that it wa the proper name for the color, Simon didn’t care regardless. The name was stupid.)

He sat up briefly before slinging the guitar over his lap, not bothering to slide the strap over his shoulders. His fingers quickly slid to pick out from between the strings and the fretboard at the top of the guitar, the calluses on his fingertips lining up perfectly with the strings. He idly picked through a few different scales. Warming up on the guitar was practically second nature to him at this point. He’d been playing guitar for just about as long as he could remember. His mother had taught him as soon as he was big enough to hold a guitar and he’d fallen in love with the instrument as soon as he touched the strings. Some of his fondest memories growing up were of playing guitar with his mum, often accompanied by Tommy singing along to whatever song they were playing, his voice being incredibly loud and off-key.

The guitar belonged to his mother originally, and it had been a birthday gift from her. He’d part with it over his dead body. Though the guitar didn’t look the best, it was absolutely priceless to him. He hummed softly to himself as he slowly worked through different riff that had been giving him trouble. The guitar was tuned perfectly, and Simon felt himself getting lost in the sound of it. The soft squeaks of the strings against his fingers, the gentle thrums from the pick, nearly everything was enchanting.

Playing guitar was always an incredibly therapeutic thing for Simon. At the very least, it was a conversation starter for just something he could bring up for meaningless smalltalk. He’d been asked to play at a few of Gaz’s parties, but the idea of having that many people staring at him while he was playing made him want to gouge his throat out with a fork. He’d rather play alone in his room, and he had no problem with admitting that.

He hadn’t been to many of Gaz’s parties recently, but he appreciated that Gaz didn’t nag him too terribly for not showing up. He didn’t know everyone who was there and his idea of fun didn’t typically consist of sitting off in a corner awkwardly for a few hours before he deemed it acceptable to leave.

Funnily enough, Soap always seemed to be at Gaz’s parties whenever he’d have them. Soap would never outright approach Simon, but he’d always give him a wave and that same, charming smile he always seemed to have primed and ready. Did Soap know how to play guitar? Could he at least sing halfway decent? He’d have to ask next time he saw him. 

Simon decided he was done playing guitar for now once he’d realized he’d been staring at the wall for the past ten minutes, not moving a single muscle. He placed it back onto its stand in the corner before immediately laying back down into bed. The soft breeze coming in through the window made his room cool, but still extremely pleasant for him to be in. He laid on his stomach with one leg lifted up as he started scrolling through his phone to keep his mind occupied. 

Even while being on his phone, his mind couldn’t stop drifting towards thoughts of Johnny. Objectively he was mildly annoying, to put things lightly. He always seemed to gravitate towards Simon like a lost puppy just to make flirty comments towards him. (It had taken Simon an embarrassing amount of time to figure out that he was flirting and not just being nice.) Though he was annoying, Simon couldn’t deny that he was incredibly attractive despite his horrifically outdated mohawk, but it did suit him quite well. 

Simon didn’t consider himself to be very much of a relationship person. Things had a tendency to not work out and he’d much rather save himself the grief than fling himself at anyone who showed him the smallest bit of attention. While this was true, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the attention that Johnny was always all too willing to give him. Johnny made him feel like he was the most important person in the room. He’d be stupid to not enjoy it.

He wanted to get closer to Johnny, nearly feeling shitty for how little he actually knew about him. He didn’t know much about his hobbies, only knowing his taste in music from their drives that they would go on together. Their respective tastes in music had a significant amount of overlap, which Simon greatly appreciated. He found himself always feeling drawn towards Johnny. He wanted to be closer to him, whether that was just as friends or otherwise.

Johnny was undeniably attractive; you could even argue that he was Simon’s type. He had a decent amount of muscle to him, a stunning smile, and those beautiful blue eyes that Simon could easily get lost in for hours. His patchwork tattoos that were more than likely done in someone’s kitchen or basement left something to be desired, but Simon couldn’t say much on the quality or overall design of his tattoos. (He didn’t have much ground to stand on with his overly edgy sleeve he’d gotten the week after he turned 18.) Johnny was cocky and oftentimes overly confident, but Simon liked it, oddly enough. He was charming and always seemed to know exactly what to say to get a laugh or any other reaction out of Simon. He liked Johnny much more than he’d initially expected to.

 Simon wasn’t entirely picky with who he hooked up with, but it wasn’t something that he often sought out. With Johnny, however, he had half a mind to invite him over. The longer he’d thought about him, that low simmer of arousal pooling in his gut had roared into a rolling boil. Sleeping with Johnny wouldn’t be the worst idea he’d ever had. He’d stolen glances at his groin when he would wear gray sweatpants and Simon was more than just pleased with what he’d seen. At the very least, he’d have fun. That would be worth it. It had been a minute.

Simon💀: idk if it’s the strain or what

Simon💀: but i’m fucking horny

Simon💀: did that happen to you when you tried it?

Simon seemed to have an uncanny talent in sending risky text messages when he was stoned. It wasnt recommended at all, but he usually gained something pleasant out of it. He’d never sent a risky message to Johnny, mind, but he doubted anything bad would come from it.

He knew damn well how Johnny looked at him like he was something to be devoured. Any time he needed to lean down to pick something up, he could always be certain that he’d find Johnny’s eyes trained carefully on him. He was never shy about his intentions. Simon was practically waiting for Johnny to make a move, but he’d make it first if Johnny wouldn’t.

Despite Johnny’s track record of responding within five minutes whenever Simon would text him, nearly ten minutes had lapsed since Simon had messaged him. Disappointing. He tossed his phone onto the bed before opening the drawer on his bedside table. He tossed a bottle of lube and a dildo onto the bed near his phone before lying back down. It seemed like closing the door earlier had been a good idea after all.

He checked his phone one again, just to check, and was surprised to see ‘Read 1:23pm.’ He was very neatly thrilled to see the typing bubble pop up on screen. He needed to see this through, a pang of tension cutting through his arousal.

Johnny🧼: u kno..

Johnny🧼: as ur plug in responsible for ur high

Johnny🧼: i could come take care of u

Of course he’d say that. Simon had completely expected for Johnny to jump at the opportunity. Strangely enough, it was endearing.

Simon💀: mhm.

Simon💀: you can barely take care of yourself

Simon💀: I’d like to see you try.

Simon grinned as soon as he saw that Johnny was typing again rolling onto his stomach. He kept his phone held up in his left hand as his right hand slid down beneath himself. He didn’t let it slide fully into his boxers, idly playing with the waistband of his boxers.

Johnny🧼: I can come over n prove it, si’

Johnny🧼: I’d be more thn happy 2

As much as the idea seemed appealing, Simon wanted to guarantee that he’d have the house to himself. He couldn’t risk having Roach coming home in the middle of everything. He truly did want to tell Johnny to come over, particularly with how long it’s been, it wasn’t work the risk of getting interrupted.

Simon💀: maybe you could.

Simon💀: where would you start?

Though he couldn’t have Johnny over right away, playing with his food was always an entertaining pastime for Simon. Particularly with someone like Johnny. He always was incredibly upfront with his intentions. Whether he’d put his money where his mouth is was still up for debate.

Johnny🧼: do u have any idea how crazy uve been driving me??

Johnny🧼: every time i see u it drives me fuckin insane

Johnny🧼: can barely keep my hands to myself when i see u

Cute, but Simon already knew that. The art of subtlety was not something that Johnny was skilled or familiar with. He liked that about him. He couldn’t deny the thrill that rushed down his spine whenever he would turn around and catch Johnny staring at him. He always looked at him like he was starving, his eyes looking nearly dark with desire each time. It almost seemed as if he could call Johnny over to him with a simple tilt of his head and he’d drop to his knees in front of Simon like an obedient dog. He loved that feeling.

Simon 💀: cute… 

Simon 💀: you can do better than that, can’t you? 

Johnny🧼: u have no idea just how badly i want to ruin u

Simon had half a mind to drop the conversation there. He wasn’t in the mood to have to lead the conversation himself. If Johnny wasn’t going to hold his attention, he wasn’t going to keep playing along for the sake of Johnny’s ego. Interestingly enough, he responded before Simon could set his phone down fully. 

Johnny 🧼: if you tell me to i’ll come over rn

Johnny 🧼: i’d push you up against the wall, kiss you breathless with my hand around your neck 

Johnny 🧼: have you riding my thigh while i’m marking what’s mine

Marking what’s his?  

Simon 💀: marking what’s yours? i’m not yours. 

Johnny 🧼: not yet >_<!

Incredibly cocky, yet he didn’t hate it. Johnny was always incredibly forward with his intentions. The current moment was no exception to that. Simon would be lying if he didn’t find the idea of it appealing. He could almost perfectly envision it. 

Johnny’s hand gripping almost uncomfortably tight onto his hips, no doubt leaving bruises where his fingertips had been. The delectably rough scrape of his stubble against his jaw and neck as biting kisses would be placed across his skin, the warm metal of the barbell in Johnny’s tongue tracing across each hickey left across his neck. He could almost hear how Johnny would chuckle against his skin as he pressed his leg up further between Simon’s thighs, the pressure against his cock as he would roll his hips down and be met with an approving hum from Johnny. He wanted to hear just how rushed and heated Johnny’s breaths would get, feel his cock hardening against his hip…

Johnny 🧼: i’d treat you so well if you’d let me

Johnny 🧼: i’ll make an absolute mess out of you just with my tongue and fingers

Johnny 🧼: i’d leave marks all over your body just to make you think of me each time you see them

He would be on his back, bullied up closer to the head of the bed with Johnny between his legs. He’d have his hand in Johnny’s hair, pulling on it just to see how Johnny would react. He could almost feel Johnny’s steely blue eyes watching each expression he’d make. Johnny’s eyes would never leave his face, even when he leans his head back against the pillows. The coil in his stomach winding tighter with each pass of Johnny’s tongue against his cock, his fingers curling up just right inside of him and making him squirm. 

He knew Johnny would wrap his free arm around one of his thighs, pulling him closer and effectively locking him in place. He’d pull back just briefly, his chin nearly dripping wet with Simon’s arousal. 

“Don’t run away from it, sweetheart.”

Johnny 🧼: can’t wait to hear all the pretty little sounds you’ll make 

Simon 💀: hate to disappoint but i’m kind of quiet 

Johnny 🧼: we’ll see about that when i get my hands on you

Simon couldn’t even find it in him to be annoyed by his confidence. Johnny was well aware of the effect that he had on Simon and to his credit, Simon couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this interested in texting someone like this. 

He was on edge, his hand having creeped into his boxers long before Johnny started typing. He could feel his heartbeat racing as he watched the bubble continue, a low curse leaving his throat as he curled his fingers upwards inside of him.

Johnny 🧼: takin a while to respond, sweetheart

Johnny 🧼: what are you up to?

If he wanted to know so badly, Simon had no problems with showing him. He had a mirror at the foot of his bed for a reason. He sat up just slightly, leaning his weight on his left elbow and angling the camera so that his face wasn’t visible. He spread his legs open a little further for the picture. The damp spot on his boxers was just barely visible, but made more apparent by the flash of the camera. 

The image was tasteful, but you could still clearly see that Simon had two fingers buried inside of his cunt. He ground the heel of his palm against his dick as he sent the picture over.

Simon 💀: i think you can guess…

Johnny didn’t immediately start typing and Simon couldn’t deny the slight puff that it gave to his ego. He was well aware of the fact that Johnny found him attractive, but seeing a visual demonstration of him not having an immediate quip back from a risque picture was amusing to him. It was, of course, short lived. 

Johnny 🧼: got you that riled up from a few texts?

Simon 💀: don’t flatter urself 

Simon 💀: i’m home alone. just gotta take care of it myself. 

Johnny 🧼: i could change that

Simon 💀: maybe

The offer was incredibly tempting. Simon knew if he told Johnny to come over, he’d be at his house within the next twenty minutes, if not faster. Best case, the hookup would be pretty decent and he’d have a reason to invite Johnny over more often. Worst case, he’d have some mediocre sex and need to find a new drug dealer. That still didn’t account for running into Johnny at parties, or Roach coming home in the middle of everything. Maybe that wasn’t the best course of action…for now.

Johnny 🧼: can i save that pic?

Johnny 🧼: won’t show it to anyone. i just want that for me

If he’d been standing up, Simon knew that message would have made him dizzy. He could feel the slight rush of adrenaline down his spine at the suggestion. Just wanting to keep that picture for himself? Would he be looking at it later, touching himself thinking about Simon? Would that be the first time he’d done something similar? The mental image of that was all too appealing for Simon to say no.

Simon 💀: you better fucking not

Simon 💀: my face isn’t in it, go ahead

Johnny 🧼: perfect. 

He slid a third finger inside of himself as he waited for Johnny to finish typing, gently chewing on his lower lip in anticipation. Would Johnny be touching himself looking at that picture?

His face dimly illuminated by the light of his phone, sitting up with the hem of his tank top tucked between his teeth. His eyes carefully scanning over the picture as his hand stroked over his cock, his thumb trailing over the head on each upstroke. 

Johnny 🧼: just want to fucking ruin you 

Johnny 🧼: i’d keep you up all night, fill you up until you can’t take any more

Simon 💀: doubt you have the stamina but you can try

Johnny 🧼: cute that you think that

Johnny 🧼: when’s the last time someone properly took care of you? 

In all honesty, Simon could barely even remember the last time he’d hooked up with someone, let alone had a memorable and at least halfway decent hookup. He knew it had been more than a few months, but he didn’t exactly keep track of it either. He didn’t necessarily have people lining up to sleep with him, Johnny being the exception, and didn’t see the point in lying about it just to make him jealous…though it did sound appealing. 

Simon 💀: it’s been a while

Johnny 🧼: poor thing

Johnny 🧼: i could take care of you

Johnny 🧼: have you start on your hands and knees, flip you on your back when you get too tired

Johnny 🧼: push your knees to your chest and watch how you fall apart for me

He’d be on his back, his knees held tight to his chest, Johnny no doubt deeper inside him than anyone had been in a long time. He could hear the slap of skin on skin, harsh pants and soft groans. He was certain he’d be able to see the sweat dripping down Johnny’s temples, messy trails down his neck. How his eyebrows would be knit together tightly, his eyes closed and focusing on the sensations of everything. Open mouthed panting, his muscles flexing and relaxing beneath his skin so perfectly, shoulders begging to be bitten into. He’d make such a pretty picture, wouldn’t he?

Johnny 🧼: show me what you’re up to, doll

He deserved to see a little more, didn’t he? Simon pushed himself up to be sitting fully, tucking his legs beneath him and getting into more of a straddle position. He kept the camera carefully angled to hide his face as he hit the record button. He kept slowly fingering himself as the video ran, being careful to not make much noise. He didn’t need to inflate Johnny’s ego any more than it already would be. He didn’t watch the video back before sending it off. It was only a few seconds long, but it was clear what he was doing.

His eyes lit up as soon as Johnny started typing again, not having the energy to feign disinterest any longer. 

Johnny🧼: I can hardly even see what you’re doing, sweetheart

Simon💀: greedy.

Johnny🧼: you love it.

His next video started the same as the one he’d just sent, this time making more of an effort to grind against the palm of his hand as he worked himself open. This time, he lowered the camera from his face as he pulled his hand out of his boxers. He locked eyes with the camera in the mirror as he raised his hand towards his mouth, slowly trailing his tongue between his fingers and effectively cleaning off all evidence of his own arousal. He immediately sent off the video as soon as he stopped recording.

Simon💀: does this give you any clues?

He couldn’t deny the headrush he got as soon as Johnny didn’t reply for almost a minute, the read receipt being the only evidence he’d seen it. He was nearly giddy as he waited for Johnny to finish typing.

Johnny🧼: i think i’ve got an idea

Johnny🧼: i’d clean off your fingers just like that if i was there

Johnny🧼: dying to find out exactly how you taste

Simon💀: i bet you are

He’d been dancing around inviting Johnny over for too long, and he was starting to wonder if it’d be worth it to invite him over. Johnny hadn’t let up once in texting him. Simon wouldn’t mind the company. It could’ve just been the weed talking, but Simon felt he deserved at least the chance to prove himself. What did he have to lose?

He shifted up on his knees, turning so that his profile could be seen in the mirror. He pressed his chest down towards the bed, forcing his back to arch as his hips stayed high up in the air. He adjusted himself just slightly so that his body was in better view of the mirror to the camera. He sent off the picture as soon as he’d gotten a good shot.

Simon 💀: you gonna come get behind me or what?

Read 1:58pm. 

For a few moments, Simon figured that Johnny was just in shock and didn’t know how to respond. Maybe he hadn’t expected Simon to send that and needed a moment to process. One minute passed, then two, then five, then ten. Simon couldn’t hold in the disappointed sigh as he tossed his phone to the side. He was disappointed, yes, but still not entirely surprised. He’d expected Soap to be all bark and no bite, but had hoped that wouldn’t be the case. 

He rolled back onto his back, reaching for the dildo and lube he’d tossed onto the bed earlier before sliding his boxers off and tossing them onto the floor. He’d hoped for something different, but this would have to do for now.

an: sorry for cockblocking you guys i promise they fuck in the next chapter. but anyways. thank you for reading!!! i hope you enjoyed!! next chapter should be up relatively soonish!!

#FWTOMURA #call of duty #cod smut #cod mw2 #ghost cod #ghostsoap #simon riley x john mactavish #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #smut

[n3onstarss]

Flipping Switches; CH 2 Pt 1

I awoke before my alarm, quite a surprise! I lunged out of bed and gathered up my uniform and some underwear, intent on taking a shower before work. After all, i wanted to be presentable for my newest co-worker. I'd made a fool of myself yesterday in front of Moon, and i was going to try to right that today.

y'know, except for the part where we're bringing board games into work to play with him instead of working today-

hey, at least I was getting payed to dick around!

A loud and shrill beeping echoed through my small apartment. oh yeah, the alarm! i ran back and shut it off.. by unplugging the clock. hey, it's faster then trying to find the mother fucking button. I'll reset it later it's fine.

I snagged my phone off he charger as i walked past it on my way to the shower. I opened Spotify, kicked the door closed behind me, and turned on a playlist. The apartment to my left, sharing a wall with my bathroom, kept taping notes to me door last month. they just asked if i could keep the music turned down, but that they didn't mind what i played at all. I'll admit, weird notes to get, but i made sure to keep the music quiet enough.

I rushed through my shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed in record time for me, 15 minutes maybe? I snatched my keys, helmet, wallet, headphones and jacket before i left my apartment, locking the door behind me. I bolted towards and down the main stairs instead of my usual side stairs, occasionally having to awkwardly dodge some random persons kid or a tired adult on their way back from a night shift. I rounded the corner of a landing and almost slammed into Jerry, the building manager.

"Hi Jerry, Bye Jerry haveagoodday!" i blurted, dodging around him too and sprinting down the stairs. I jumped the last three steps to the first floor and began to speed walk rather then run. I made it to the lobby, snagged a banana nut muffin out of the basket, and walked out the front door.

The crisp morning air woke me up pretty quick as i walked around the building towards my bike. On my way through the alley between our apartment building i realized i forgot my duffel bag of board games. That's fine, i only had like 2 anyways, i have time to swing by a store. plus, the games i had were 4 player and there are only two of us.

There's a target on the way to work, i remembered. I was about halfway through the alley when i heard a clatter behind me. Almost immediately I reached into my jacket pocket to grab whatever I had as a makeshift weapon.

A can rolled into the alley from by the dumpster against the wall. I shrugged and began to take a step when a little meow was heard. I turned back and saw two little figures walk into the main allay from under the aforementioned dumpster. One was solid black, the other was white with large black patches.

Both kittens turned their heads towards me and everything froze for a minute. I could just leave them here, they would survive just fine off the scraps and someone else could care for them. But, they didn't seem to have a momma, and it wasn't safe for them out here.

I opted to try and get them somewhere safe, meaning keep them. I crouched down and tried to pspsps them over. the patchy one began to stalk towards me first, followed shortly by the black cat. I offered them both some muffin, trying to gain their trust. The black kitten looked up at me suspiciously while they are, the white and black one ate quickly and began rubbing up on my leg. I took off my jacket and gently laid it down next to me, placing more muffin to try and get them to let me pick them up in my coat.

The patchy one almost immediately settled onto the jacket, gobbling down the muffin. The other kitten just sat down defiantly next to it.

I suddenly had a idea change and scooted the splotched kit off my jacket, putting it on backwards. I slowly scooped up the black kitten, gaining a few shallow scratches on the way up. I sat them gently in my hood l, holding one hand against where they lay to try and keep them calm while i reached back down and picked up the other kit. Once both kits were situated in my hood i continued my walk to my bike. I couldn't get back into the building right now, Jerry was inside and the building has a no-pet policy. plus, i had nothing to keep these babies occupied while i was at work.

So, i suppose they were coming with me today. I put on my helmet and swung one leg over my bike. I double checked all my pockets to make sure I had everything. I patted the spot where the kittens had hunkered down, forming a odd looking lump at the bottom of the hood. I slowly began to take off, opting to stay off the busy roads until I needed to.

We pulled up to the target not long after, it wasn't very crowded in the parking lot. I checked my phone, I had almost exactly a hour before I had to be clocked in, a little bit more. I dismounted my bike, set my helmet in the side-bag that often went unused, and walked inside.

I grabbed a cart quickly, hoping a employee wouldn't stop me and ask about my backwards jacket. I quickly walked directly to the back where the toy isles were. I snagged Monopoly, Uno, and Pie Face. I left the isles and walked towards the food area, gathering a Monster, a bag of MnM's, and whipped cream. Final stop, i went to the pet isle. I snagged some wet cat food, a pet bed and some small toys and treats. Gods i hoped all this would fit in the side bag.

I rushed through the self checkout, having 15 minutes to get to work. I sped walked to my bike, setting the bags down on the seat while i got my helmet out. It was a right fit, but i got all the bags inside and secured. I snapped on my helmet, and held open my hood to check on the kits. They both appeared to be fast asleep, perfect! i wouldn't have to worry about them trying to climb out in the way to work.

I pulled out if the parking lot and drove down the road, i was going 15 above the speed limit honestly. I pulled into the employee parking a good few minutes later and hopped off my bike. I had 3 or so minutes to get clocked in. I snagged all the bags, fuck it, and jogged to the employee door. I scanned my ID, unlocking the door, and clocked in quickly at the station in the little room. perfect timing!

I began the walk to the daycare, hoping that i wouldn't get in trouble for today's odd guests. I'd named the black and white one Smokey, but the all black kitten didn't have a name just yet.

I hadn't realized my zoning out until I was right outside the employee door. I unlocked it and slipped inside.

"pssst, Moon. Moon!" i whisper yelled into the dim darkness, hoping it was audible enough that he could hear me, but quiet enough to not wake the small cats in my hoodie.

"yeeeeeeeees, starlight?" a quiet voice came from just ahead, over by the security desk

"I got some games! but promise you won't be mad please?"

"what would there be to be mad about, little one?" he asked, head tilted.

"wellll. . ." i wordlessly beckoned him over with a wave, holding my hood open. The kittens had begun to wake and we're climbing out of the hood.

Moon's eyes kept glancing from me to the kittens, jaw on the floor. He was. . . stunned. for lack of better terms. He gently grabbed Patches out of the hood, holding the small critter on his open palms, letting them stand on both his hands.

"where. . where did you find them??"

"the alley behind my apartment building. I couldn't see a momma or any other kittens, and they were hungry. I couldn't take em inside cause Jerry was there, so i brought them here for today."

"Jerry?" suddenly Moon's interest was less on the kittens and more on the man I'd mentioned.

"Yeah, Jerry's the building manager. We have a no-pet policy but that doesn't stop a majority or my neighbors. Since he was there i couldn't leave these babies in my apartment, plus they didn't have anything to play with and I'm not too keen on picking up shredded items later"

A giggle left Moon as he returned to gently scratching Patches' head with one finger. The little kitten leaned into the touch, purring quietly.

"I'm going to have to go get a paper plate and a cup for them, can you pretty please watch them?"

"of course, i don't mind at allllll."

I gently handed the little black kitten to Moon reaching into the small group of bags and setting the one with cat supplies away from the rest. I pulled out one of the plastic balls, the kind with holes all around it with a bell in the middle.

Moon plopped onto the floor, sitting cross legged as he left the kittens to wander near him. any time one got too far he'd gently scoot them closer. Once i was sure they'd all be okay, i turned and ducked out the door.

I walked into the nearby food court and towards the nearest stall. A S.T.A.F.F. bot stood behind the counter.

"Hello! may i get just a cup and a paper plate please?"

the bot tilted it's head, likely thinking i was weird for asking for empty items.

"We're just a set short for something, and i was told to fetch more supplies. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience this may cause, mx."

A white lie couldn't hurt, plus it was mostly the truth, just.. reworded! The bot nods and turns, grabbing a plate and a cup off the shelf a good few feet away before returning and handing me them. I quickly grabbed a five dollar bill out of my wallet and slid it to the bot. "keep the change, thank you!"

I slinked back to the daycare, slipping through the door quickly. Moon was still on the floor with the kits, the bag that had held the supplies was ripped by little claws and all the toys were scattered around. Moon was busy playing with Patches and one of those feather-on-a-string sticks while the other black kitten was almost asleep on his knee.

Moon's interest didn't waiver as i sat down in front of him, opening and pouring some of the cat food onto the plate. Patches turned their head, glancing at the food before returning to playing with Moon. The other kitten, I'd ask Moon to name them, stretched and trugged over, digging in almost immediately.

I gently stroked the little creature slowly and gently, eventually getting more bold with the pets. The kitten began to purr, slinking over and falling asleep in my lap. Moon and Patches continued to play.

"do you have naaaaames for themmm?" Moon questions, glancing away from Patches and his game. Patches takes the opportunity to snag the feathers and dragging it down, rolling around and biting the bait.

"Kind of? That one I thought could be called 'Patches', but u don't have a name for this one. do you have any ideas?" i asked, hopeful.

"hmmm... Smokeyyy perhapsss?" He had returned his attention to Patches, just watching as the kitten rolled around with their prize.

"Perfect!" I scritched Smokey's head gently, coaxing a purr out of the sleepy baby, who had begun lightly napping.

With both the kits occupied and nearby, I leaned over and tried to reach the bag of games. It was just beyond my fingertips when Moon's hand appeared and dragged the bag over. I glanced back to where he was, expecting to see him moved. Instead, his arm had simply stretched all the way over, maybe 10 feet, to the bag. I must have looked ridiculous, jaw slack at the sight, because he started to giggle again. a haunting, echoing sound, yet somehow endearing.

#flipping switches #fs au #fnaf moon #moon x y/n #moon x reader #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #sun x y/n #sun x reader

[yaminerua]

Kentaro would totally embrace the concept of selfies 100% tbh

and he’d never miss an opportunity for one. or miss a chance to drag Takeshi into one.

Sometimes in the middle of work he’ll just suddenly appear with his phone and snap several pics in quick succession yelling “SMILE, TAKEPON!” as he takes the first shot and the resultant sequence shows a progression from focused and oblivious Takeshi to confused and bewildered to embarrassed and frustrated and then the rest are a wild indecipherable blur where he then no doubt tried to wrestle the phone out of Kentaro’s hands to delete what was just taken.

Kentaro always has trouble with having enough free memory available because he never deletes the pictures he takes. He’ll snapchat Sukiyabashi random pictures with commentary on what Takeshi’s doing, or pictures of the two of them about to chow down for lunch and Takeshi just looks so reluctant with this ‘do you NEED to take a photo every time god damn’ expression on his face.

Sukiyabashi in response to all this is just the personification of a smiling emoji. But the fun usually stops when Eri hijacks Sukiyabashi’s phone and sends lots of angry emojis and threatening selfies with giant hammers, usually captioned with something like “Back to work, slackers!”

And even when on duty as Duklyon Kentaro needs to have the phone wrestled from his grip when he tries to take ‘superhero selfies’ of him and Takeshi with the helmets off like seriously Kentaro do you understand what the term ‘secret identity’ means at all?

Also he definitely has like an instagram account or something where he just posts all the bento and meals he prepares for Takeshi and himself too.

#duklyon #clamp school defenders #in the mornings kentaro sends pictures of the lunches he's preparing to takeshi with questions like with or without? #so that takeshi can actually sort of at least have a say in what kentaro's going to be feeding him #then when they're done kentaro takes a selfie with the bentos. kentaro takes so many selfies #and he sends almost all of them to takeshi #random ones in the morning like halfway through brushing his teeth #or still in bed having literally just woken up like yo takepon you up yet #or ones where he's set up his living room to look like a giant blanket fort with lots of snacks and a pile of movies #like he'll first send just the photo of the set up then another one with his face visible with this dorky begging expression #like pleeeeeeease? i have lots of popcorn and movies we can laugh at and point out all the superhero things they're getting wrong #takeshi convinces himself the only reason he actually agrees to half of those invitations is because its better #than having constant notifications on his phone of kentaro sending him exaggerated sad selfies of him eating popcorn alone in a pillow fort #and at night the last thing he tends to see before he falls asleep is one last selfie of kentaro all snug and bundled up in his own bed #ready for sleep and with some dumb smile on his face and a Night Darling~ caption #eventually tho there's no longer a need for that last one. you know. once they're married #because now takepon is right there and he can say goodnight in person and just be a cuddly dork #duQUEUElyon #i could ramble about these idiots forever tbh

[random-fandom1]

Peter and Bucky have random karaoke sessions

It starts after one of Tony's parties, when both of them are brushing their teeth in the bathroom

Bucky softly sings something like 'Meet me at our spot' which Peter finds adorable

He joins in halfway through and before they know it they're dancing around their bathroom just belting out the lyrics

They normally just both start singing to the radio in the morning

They just somehow manage to start singing the latest shitty pop songs on the radio

Peter always sings along to disney films, hes not afraid to just sing his heart out to 'Do you want to build a snowman?'

Buckys a bit more reserved, and only sings along when they're safely by themselves in their apartment

Clint and Sam managed to get a video of him singing 'I can't wait to be king' from the Lion King and use it as blackmail against him to this day

They sing in the shower, either together or through the door

They also have their own carpool karoke

Bucky normally loudly sings along to what Peter calls 'the music of his childhood' while Peter turns into a giggling mess beside him

A video of him singing 'Roar' by Katy Perry may or may not have been posted on Peters Instagram

Peter sings post sex, mostly some sappy love song or sometimes the complete opposite.

He once sand 'E-girls are ruining my life' by corpse which scarred Bucky, like they were just lying there and suddenly Peter starts shouting "Choke me like you hate me even though you love me" in a deep ass voice

Peter sings on missions through the comms, mostly to ease the tension

Bucky joins in sometimes at a chorus, but on their private comm

He once forgot to switch from their 'public' one to the private one, and got caught singing 'All too well' by Taylor Swift

The only time Bucky isnt afraid to belt out a duet with Peter is when hes drunk as a skunk

They mostly just cling onto eachother, Peter also drunk, and lazily sway and sing 'Sweet Caroline'

#peter parker #tony stark #avengers #winterspider #marvel #superfamily #bucky barnes #steve rogers #cute

[nostalgiabones]

Simple Sunday Afternoons // CH

This is just a random thing I wrote one day after talking to @calumrose as always lmao. I didn’t intend to post it but I think it’s a just a nice soft Sunday so, I thought I would! I also just wanted to make the point that the little moodboards I’ve made aren’t representative of what any of the ‘characters’ look like — they just represent the concept of the blurb! Let me know what you think, and as always, reblogs and feedback is so appreciated! ❤️

Word count: 4.2k

“Good morning,”

A warm smile rises on Calum’s lips at the words as he flips a pancake in a pan, clad in only his grey joggers and a messy mop of curls upon his head, along with the glasses he’s taken to wearing more often recently. He doesn’t hear the giggles or yawns of your daughter, just some of her usual sounds in the morning, and assumes you’re entering the kitchen alone without her.

He doesn’t have a chance to turn around and check before you’re wrapping your arms around his waist — his warm skin soothing against your own. It’s not often you get little moments alone like this — not without a baby in between the two of you, either resting in his arms or your own. Not that it’s anything to complain about; the two of you love Mara more than life itself. You just miss getting to hold Calum for a little longer in the mornings.

“Yes, it is,” Calum replies, taking one of your hands in his own, lifting it to his face and brushing his lips over your knuckles. “Where’s the little one?”

You rest your cheek against him, just wanting to be close, wanting your skin on his. “I just put her down for an early nap, she was kinda fussy. I think her teeth are coming in.”

He nods, pouting at the thought of his sweet daughter being in pain.

“We’ll have to keep an eye on her,” He states, and you nod in agreement. “She’s probably going to be asleep a while, isn’t she? Do you want to go back to bed?”

You take a sip of coffee from the mug on the counter, not caring whether it was his or one he made for you. Everything he has is yours, and vice versa — even something as insignificant as coffee. He feels the same way about your heart.

“We finally have some time together, I don’t want to waste it sleeping,” You murmur, your palm sliding down his back, the gesture familiar and soothing to him. Goosebumps break out over his skin.

“Okay, well..” He turns down the heat on the stove, moving the hot pan to a cold ring in order not to burn himself when he gets distracted by you. He spins around, a hand landing on either side of your hip, his nose brushing yours as he leans in. “I could just stand here...” he interrupts himself by brushing his lips against yours. “And kiss you instead.”

You sigh against his lips and bask in the moment, one that is so rare nowadays. He notices you pout and he chuckles — his warm palms landing on the small of your back.

“What’s up with you, pouty?” He asks, keeping your face close, his eyes searching your face.

“I miss kissing you,” You whine, and he can’t help but kiss you again with the way you’re looking at him. You think back to Sunday’s before Mara — it feels like a different lifetime, but it wasn’t so long ago. Now days are filled with tears, smiles, happy baby giggles and messy meal times — but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if the only time you got to be close to Calum was at bedtime, once Mara had gone down.

“You can kiss me whenever you want, baby,” He replies, his pointer finger brushing up your cheek as he furrows his eyebrows at you.

“I know, but we don’t get time anymore,” You remind him, and he nods. You know you both need to make more of a conscious effort to spend quality time with each other — instead of trying to clean the whole house whilst Mara is napping. “It’s nice to be close to you like this.”

“Maybe Mara should grow some teeth more often.” He jokes, and you slap his chest playfully as he laughs.

“Don’t say that! She’s in pain,” You scold him, your hands pressed against his chest as he holds you close. “You won’t be saying that when she wakes up in a bad mood and won’t sleep tonight.”

He knows you’re right. As much as he jokes, there’s nothing he hates more than seeing his sweet girl in pain — whether it’s her teeth or anything else.

“Touché.” He smiles, kissing you once more. “Do you want to eat? I made pancakes.”

“But that means we have to stop kissing,” You sigh, and he can’t help but laugh at you once more. Calum brushes his lips against yours, his hands rubbing up and down the tops of your arms as you stand there. There’s something about seeing you in one of his t-shirts that goes straight to his heart every single time — even after being married for several years.

“Come on, pouty. Let’s have one meal uninterrupted before we have to deal with a grumpy Mara.”

***

“Cal, I need to get up,”

The sounds of Mara’s cries fill your ears as you gently push on Calum’s shoulders; trying to get him to move from where he’s fallen asleep on your lap so you can get up to get her. The two of you decided to watch a movie (or as much as you can get away with) whilst Mara slept, yet less than halfway through, Calum had fallen asleep with his face pressed against your chest.

“Mara is crying,” You murmur, brushing your fingers through his hair to rouse him a little more as he wakes up. “I need to go get her.”

He shifts in your lap and leans on one arm so you can get up, almost face planting the sofa once you stand up and he’s left there alone. He yawns and listens to the soothing words slipping from your lips as you approach Mara’s bedroom, already knowing you’ll be met with her sad eyes and messy hair. Her cries slow down but your voice gets louder as you head back to the lounge, and he sits up so he can take her.

“Look who it is,” You kiss Mara’s temple as you carry her through to where Calum is, her tired eyes lighting up as she spots her dad. Her skin is warm and flushed from sleep, much like Calum’s — the similarity between your husband and daughter when they’ve both woken up makes your heart melt.

“Hi, honey,” Calum greets her, reaching out for her from his spot on the sofa as he wakes up a little more. She yawns and her lips curl into a small smile as you set her down in his lap, a hand coming to hold either side of her as he gets her. You sit down next to them, unable to stop yourself from smiling at their matching puffy eyes and flushed cheeks. “How was your nap, hey? Are those naughty teeth still hurting you?”

He gets an answer through her gestures — as he speaks, she presses her lips to his shoulder, like she was trying to find some relief for her angry gums. “Oh, my poor girl. Shall we get you something that’ll help, hey? I think some yoghurt might work better than my shoulder, little one.”

Calum stands up from the sofa with a dramatic groan as he lifts her, kissing her forehead as she whines in his arms, rubbing at her heavy eyes with little fists. He opens the fridge as he hums under his breath, picking out her favourite apricot yoghurt and a spoon in the hopes of soothing her mouth.

“Why don’t we go for a walk to the park in a bit?” You ask, watching as Calum sets Mara down in her high chair. He pulls up a chair in front of her so he can feed her - knowing he’s about to get as messy as she usually does. “It’s a nice day out, and we can walk Duke at the same time.”

Calum nods, coaxing Mara to open her mouth as he feeds her. “That’s a good idea. Although I think we’re gonna need a bath after this.”

“We?”

“Do you see how much yoghurt is on her hands?” He laughs, leaning forward to kiss Mara’s forehead. In the process, she reaches out for him, the sticky, dairy snack landing on his own skin. “I think there’s more on her than in her mouth.”

He’s right, she’s messy, but looks significantly less uncomfortable than she did when waking up — so it’s worth it.

***

“Watch her eyes whilst I wash her hair, Cal,”

Calum steps out of the stream of the shower so you can rinse Mara’s hair, after lathering a sweet smelling shampoo through her curls. Breakfast had been a messy affair, and in an effort to save both time and water, you decided to have a family shower together.

He cups his hand over her forehead as you gently rinse the shampoo away, your fingertips smoothing over her scalp as content noises slip from her lips. The smile on her face tells you how happy she is to have your joint attention; loving nothing more than being inbetween the two of you.

“What does she find so funny about showering?” Calum asks, laughing himself as he holds Mara, lips brushing her wet cheeks as she giggles. He grabs the sponge to clean under her chin, making sure all of the yoghurt is gone, the familiar smell of her lavender body wash a comforting one. She tries to reach for the sponge as he does — her eyes fixated on the purple object.

“I don’t know, actually.” You reply, watching her eyes follow you as you move to wash Calum’s hair, too, noticing how much the blonde has grown out and his roots have come through. “We need to swap places again.”

“We should let Mara shower with us everyday if it means you washing my hair,” He suggests, met with a playful eye roll from you. Showering together was something he’d do everyday if he could — it’s one of his favourite intimate moments with you, a wonderful way to start his day. It’s more difficult to find time for it with Mara now though.

“I don’t know why you’re acting like I don’t do it even when your hands are free,” You reply and he laughs, knowing you’re right. Having his hair played with whether you’re washing it or just running your fingers through it is one of his favourite things, especially now it’s longer — a way to instantly make him relax. “You’re just using Mara as an excuse today, isn’t he, honey? He’s using you to make me wash his hair.”

She giggles and gives you a sweet wide mouthed smile, one that you wish you could freeze in time and see forever. One that soon will be accompanied by the teeth that are causing her so much pain.

“She doesn’t mind,” He pouts as he looks at her, lips brushing over her forehead as she smiles. She follows your lead and reaches up to put her own little hands into his hair, tiny fingers grabbing the curls in an attempt to help you. You laugh at her action, with a “are you trying to help mum, sweetheart?”

Calum grimaces but can’t help but laugh as he feels Mara tugging at his hair, knowing she’s trying to help, but isn’t quite as gentle as you are. “I think you need some lessons in hair washing, my love, it feels more like you’re trying to rip my hair out.”

It hurts, but her smile makes him ache in a completely different way.

***

“Is her pushchair in the garage?”

Calum grabs a teething ring from the fridge with his free hand as he nods, Mara occupying the other as she clings to his shoulder. It’s been a few hours since her morning nap and he knows she’s getting tired again; evident through her rubbing her eyes and her little whines. He knows she’ll fall asleep on the way to the park.

“Yeah, it’s near the back, behind the car.” He replies, kissing Mara’s forehead as she leans against his chest. She yawns and he rocks her in his arms, resting his cheek ontop of her head and holds her close. “Are you tired, little moon? That shower has made you sleepy, hey?”

His voice is a soft murmur as he talks to her; the tone one that is reserved for when he speaks to her. He’s so gentle and loving whenever he speaks to her and it makes your heart melt.

“Here we go,” You open the door and push her pram into the entrance to the house, unbuckling the straps so Calum can put her in. “Do you think she’s wrapped up enough? I don’t know if it’s as warm as it looks.”

Calum lifts her in his arms and pats her back, rocking her on the spot as he judges the weather. She’s comfy in a little t-shirt, hoodie and leggings, complete with baby old skool vans that Calum got her, to match his.

“How about a hat, too? Should we get you a beanie to match dad, baby?” He asks, knowing it’ll keep her ears warm if it gets a little chilly. You smile and head to her bedroom to get one of her little hats; her collecting growing with every one that Calum buys. “Come on, sweetheart, lets get you all cosy.”

He moves her away from his body to put her down and she cries, little hands trying to hold onto the neck of his own hoodie. Calum knows she’s being fussy because she’s getting tired and her mouth hurts, yet it makes him sad all the same. “You’re okay, honey, shh.”

Calum manages to set her down in the chair without too much of a fuss; making sure she’s sat down properly, and has her little elephant in reach as well as her pacifier. He leans down in front of her and kisses her nose, making a little ‘mwah’ noise as he does to try and soothe her and make her laugh. It doesn’t though — she still tries to hold onto him so he’ll pick her up again.

“What’s with the tears, angel? What’s the matter?” He soothes, staying close to her and gently wiping her tears away with his thumb. She sniffles and his heart aches at the sight. “You can go to sleep when we get walking, okay? You’re alright, my love.”

It’s moments like these where he’s happy that her pushchair is back facing, so she can see the two of you whilst you walk. You join them near the door, Mara’s beanie in your hands, a pout forming on your lips when you spot Mara in her pushchair.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” You ask, smoothing your fingers down her cheeks to soothe her. You tuck the hat over her head, making sure it covers her little ears to keep her warm. Calum hands you her soft blanket, and you tuck it around her knees so she’s snug — almost certain she’ll fall asleep as soon as you set off. “Your poor mouth is making you so sad, isn’t it? We don’t like having a sad girl.”

Calum grabs Duke’s lead and attaches it to his collar, handing it to you before he takes the handle of Mara’s pushchair. “Let’s go, my loves.”

You lock the door behind you before setting off; one hand holding Duke’s lead, and Calum takes the other — his calloused fingers slip between your own, warm and comforting. It’s such a small gesture yet it reminds you of the love between you both. Calum’s other hand pushes Mara’s pushchair at a steady pace. It’s a lovely spring afternoon — blue skies and birds singing in the trees, with just a slight breeze.

“It’s so nice to be out in the sun,” You comment, and Calum nods in agreement. His eyes land on Mara and he notices her squinting at the sun; stopping for a moment before he pulls the hood of her pushchair a little further up to shade her. “Is that better, honey? Can you see now?”

“It feels like we haven’t done this for a while.” Calum says, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the palm of your hand as you walk. He can’t help but feel a small amount of guilt nagging at his mind, knowing he’s spent a lot of time working recently. He’s always home for bedtime, but he’s always tired too — he knows you need to spend more quality time together. “It’s nice.”

“It is,” You reply, squeezing his hand in return. “When are you in the studio next week?”

Calum doesn’t answer for a moment as he thinks about the timing of you asking — like you also know that him being in the studio has meant less time together.

“I’m not going to go in,” He replies, and he knows it’s the right thing to do. “I miss you. I want to spend time with you and Mara this week, they can manage without me.”

It’s a small relief to hear the words. You never want to force Calum away from the studio, but he’s always in a different mindset when he writes. It’ll do him good to be away for a week — so you can spend more time wrapped in each other and with Mara.

You nod before speaking. “I’m so proud of you though, Cal. The songs are sounding great so far.”

A smile rises on his lips at the words, and he raises your joint hands to your lips so he can brush his lips against your knuckles.

“Thank you, honey. I know it’s a lot when we first start writing. I don’t mean to be distant, it’s just hard to get out of my head when I’ve been writing.” Calum explains, yet you don’t need him to; it’s a cycle you’ve witnessed several times throughout your relationship. You nod as he speaks.

“I know, Cal. It’s okay though.” You reassure him, leaning your head against his shoulder as you walk. “It’s all part of who you are, and I love you for you.”

Nothing else needs to be said.

It’s then that the two of you realise the gentle movement of the wheels of the pushchair against the pavement has sent Mara to sleep, and she’s tucked up under her blanket, fast asleep. Her cheeks are rosy red from the warmth and her sore gums, her little hands tucked up against her face. Calum smiles at the sight, reaching into the pram to push her curls away from her face.

“She’s so sweet.” He murmurs, his heart melting when she leans into his touch, even in her sleep.

“She’s all you,” You reply, watching as she wiggles in her sleep. From her wild curls to her full cheeks and pouty lips, every inch of her reminds you of Calum. He disagrees, though.

He shakes his head.

“No… she doesn’t get her temper and grumpy faces from me.”

Your mouth opens in shock and you playfully hit his arm as he laughs. “Hey! You know for a fact that her grumpy morning face is all from you, don’t try and put that on me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He replies, leaning to kiss you in a silent playful apology. “Whatever you say, my love.”

***

“Should we sit down here for a bit?”

Calum nods and puts the break on Mara’s pushchair, where she’s still sleeping soundly, in between the two of you as you sit down.

“She’s been asleep for a while, there’s no way she’s sleeping tonight.” Calum tells you, and you fear he might be right, even though she needs the sleep with her teeth coming in. “Do you think we should wake her up?”

You gently push her curls away from her face as she snoozes, your heart melting at her pouty lips all smushed up as she sleeps. You realise it has been over an hour since she went to sleep, and that she’ll feel even worse later on if she can’t sleep.

“Yeah, as much as I don’t want to,” You pout, feeling how warm her skin is under your touch. “It’ll do her good to have some fresh air and wake up a bit.”

Calum gently moves the blanket from her lap and pats her tummy, slowly trying to rouse her. Ever since she was born, Mara had been a heavy sleeper - never one to be easily woken up. Maybe she did get that from you. There’d be times where Calum would take her outside with him in the morning to watch the sun rise and she’d happily sleep in his arms, undisturbed by any movement.

“Mara…” Calum murmurs, undoing the buckles so he’d be able to pick her up once she wakes up. He didn’t want to startle her, and knows she’ll just go back to sleep if he rocks her. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

He notices Mara twitch and start sucking on her pacifier — a sign that she’s a little more awake than she was. He brushes his thumb over her cheek and she whines, screwing her eyes up when she realises that she’s outside. She stretches, reaching her arms out for a moment and closing her eyes once more when she relaxes.

“I love watching her wake up.” You comment, chuckling as she very slowly comes round. Calum decides she’s awake enough to move her — carefully slipping his hands underneath her and pulling her up to his chest. “Hi, baby.”

Calum groans dramatically as he gets her settled in his lap and a few cries slip from Mara’s lips at the disturbance; fists lifting to rub her eyes as she wakes up. She sniffles and sucks harder on her pacifier, burying her face against Calum’s chest as he holds her.

“Good afternoon, my love,” Calum murmurs, rubbing her back with his fingertips as he cradles her. “Are you back with us, hey? You’ve been asleep for a long time, honey.”

You know she has no idea what he’s saying, but she loves hearing his voice all the same. He gives her a moment to wake up, brushing his fingers through her hair and cuddling her against him.

“Look how red her cheeks are,” You mention, pouting at the sight — rosy red from how sore her gums are. “Our poor baby.”

He lifts her up so she’s basically standing on his legs, her face in front of his - her hands lifting to cover her eyes from the light. There’s a few families around, children playing and birds singing — a lot of different sights and noises for her to take in. It’s a peaceful day — a feeling of contentment overcoming both you and Calum.

“Hi, little moon,” Calum kisses her pouty lips and gets her settled in his arms, a hand underneath her to keep her sat up. She yawns and her eyes land on you, a smile on her lips as she realises you’re there. “Oh, there’s a smile! We haven’t seen one of those for a little while. Should we get you home soon and have some dinner? How does that sound?”

Calum decides to carry her on the way home for a little while, and your heart melts at the sight — the way he points out different trees and her curious eyes take in the new sights. There’s no one else you want to discover more of the world with.

***

When Calum said Mara wouldn’t sleep that night… he was right. After an hour of rocking her in her room to no avail, you decide to let her join your movie night; there was no point in stressing yourself and Mara out if she didn’t feel like sleeping.

“She gets her stubbornness from you too,” Calum announces, kissing Mara’s temple as he sits down on the sofa next to you with her in his arms. Duke is curled up on one side of you, a blanket thrown over your knees as you waited for Calum to bring Mara down to join you both. “She is not sleeping anytime soon.”

Her big brown eyes look at you from her spot on Calum’s lap — evident that no sleep is about to take place. You laugh at Calum’s words and roll your eyes, shaking your head as Mara reaches out for you.

“Yeah, come here, sweetheart,” You take her and settle her in your lap, brushing your fingers through her hair. “Dad is so mean, isn’t he?”

Calum joins you under your blanket and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you both close to him. His cheek rests against your head as he looks at Mara, seeing so much of both you and him in her. He finds the discarded teething ring and hands it to her, hoping it’ll settle her down if it soothes her a little.

“Hey, don’t tell her that,” He replies, his free hand stroking her cheek as she yawns. “You’re meant to be on my side, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, we’re ganging up on you on this occasion, babe.” You shrug your shoulders, rubbing your hand down Mara’s back as she settles in his lap.

Mara finally falls asleep a little later that night curled up in Calum’s arms on the sofa — a warm bottle of milk managing to help her drift off. At the same time, you’re fast asleep with your head in Calum’s lap, and he decides that Sunday’s are his favourite day.

And that with his little family... every day feels like Sunday.

***

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[heli0s-writes]

pagan poetry*

A/N: Hey-o! After nearly 3 months of being a complete disaster, I ... did a thing. Very much my usual brand of filth. Thanks for sticking around as I continue to navigate this impending sense of oblivion!! 1.6k words of bangin’ Bucky Barnes. Yeeeeeeahhh.

Title is from this song, by Bjork. 🖤

Warnings: Smutty smut and heathen shit, what else is new with Helios?

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Steve asked if you were religious once.

It was an off the cuff kind of question, prompted by something you can’t remember now—silly banter over drinks and a background party, perhaps. Both grown weary of entertaining a crowd of strangers, etiquette spent nearing the night’s end. You’d shrugged lazily and prefaced that it’s hard to shake an entire childhood of indoctrination but now, by resolute choice, you aren’t.

You lied. You’ve never been more devout.

It was easier than getting into all the semantics, anyway. Where would you start explaining that you now spend more time than ever at worship? Not in the middle of Tony’s so-called “small” get-together of “only” seventy-five people. Certainly not a place to admit to Steve that your knees supplicate more earnestly than the most pious of priests, your throat constantly pouring the sweetest profession of faith—the name of the most divine.

Even if the two of you were somewhere more private, and he was at least half as drunk as you were, it’s a bit blasphemous, Steve, that you fuck Bucky six ways to Sunday and call it religion.

It’s a hard desire to curb when he looks like that. Bucky’s built like a god— his arm the kind of weapon you’d happily split your tongue polishing. Strong, powerful legs. Broad shoulders like lovingly carved marble, worked between the hands of a Renaissance master, tapered sharply down to his wasp’s waist.

His hips. Lord, you could dedicate eternity naming every last inch of his hips.

Such a pretty boy. How he makes you hungry to sin.

“Bucky,” you whisper, enthralled again when he steps out from a quick shower. Smoldering and glorious, and you’re Joan of Arc constantly being descended upon by a burning archangel. Some random night, like any other night, and you’re overtaken again. Hazy with orange glow, the billowing mist makes a halo to crown him and for a second you feel blind.

Then, you feel… hm.

Wet.

He cautions the way you chew on your lip, eyes twinkling brightly because what else is new. You? Turned on? Bucky could be brushing his teeth and you’d start climbing him like your personal jungle gym.

“Sweetheart,” he begins warily, adjusting the towel on his hips—those beautiful, beautiful hips. “One more dinner with us swinging in late and they’re gonna stop inviting us.”

You nod along dumbly, deaf now and set on a singular mission. Crawling on your knees, you reach Bucky halfway as he tries to put an end to your pilgrimage. Tries because your palms are fast over the damp fabric, fingers threading through warm fibers before landing flat against his abs, feeling up to his chest, murmuring stupidly, always so shocked at his everything. You graze up his wrists, his forearms, making paths of taut muscle.

“How bout after dinner?” His thumbs gently brush the swell of your breasts before he holds you back, straightening your spine when you arch into him. “Promise I’ll give it to you good later.”

“Give it to me now?”

He laughs. “You really gotta work on your negotiation skills…”

“Huh… Lemme try again: give it to me… right now?”

Bucky groans in equal measures of exasperation and exhilaration when you fall back on your knees. A few more half-hearted baby, quit it, ‘m serious, and then he gives up completely.

“Steve’s gonna get himself in a mood.”

“Steve’s always in a mood.”

Wilted protests quickly disappear into the hollow of your cheeks, licked away by your clever tongue. He grips the back of your neck firmly, tilting your head the way he likes best, eyes flicking down to meet yours before they close. He keeps you there a little longer, his toes curling into the carpet with each bob of your head.

“Yeah, you’re—always in a mood, too—uhhm—“

And you hum in agreeance, but the sound only vibrates into his skin, making him groan louder.

Bucky’s voice is slurred, as if half drunk. “Can’t hear— mm— you, sweetheart…”

So you make something up to give him what he wants, that buzzing of your throat on his cock, and his thighs tighten in response, the hand on the back of your neck reflexively scrabbling to your shoulder with a hard grip.

It’s a bit counterproductive of you to be so sloppy, considering that Bucky’s freshly showered and cleaned up— the scent of his brisk body wash strong and harsh in your nose— but fucking him like it’s your job allows some insight to what he likes, and it’s easily this:

Dirty, filthy, drooling wet blowjobs. The messier the better and the faster it gets him there. Your radiant Right Hand of God, but goddamn is he a little devil himself.

Bucky’s growling by the time he hauls you toward the bed, depositing your thrilled skin on the mattress firmly. Red lips meet yours with force, plush and full, nipping at the corners of your wet mouth like he’s kissing back every trace of him. He presses on across your jaw, up and down your neck. His voice is husky sweet and breathy in your ear.

“You bad, bad girl.” And you start curling yourself into him, nodding for more. One of his hands is working himself, the sound of your spit slippery in his fist. “You got me all messy again.”

Your skin feels blistering and freezing at the same time, chills racing to your fingertips tightly hooked around his biceps. The outfit you put on for a nice, quaint dinner at Steve and Sharon’s too heavy now, too constricting, but he doesn’t let you take it off.

“Every morning and night not enough dick for you, is it?” Bucky brushes your hands away, taking hold of your chin and peeling your head back until you’re looking at him. His pupils are blown wide, the only thing left of his irises are two thin rings of barely there blue as he scans your face. Your brain is short-circuiting, hanging onto every syllable, every purse of his cherry lips.

He switches on and off like a light. Beautiful, soft, thoughtful one minute, all force and darkness the next. You faithfully take it all, every facet of him. Your angel boy. Your wicked soldier.

Joan of Arc was only hallucinating, but she wasn’t half as lucky as you to have conjured something half as astonishing as Bucky. Gorgeous strong jaw, bristles along his chin and cheek scrubbing noisily against your lips as he kisses you. His mouth— open and wet, sloppy against yours— hardly landing right and you’re toeing delirium by the time his fingers slide up your shirt.

Bucky pushes you down into the sheets, rucking up your skirt until it bunches around your waist. “We’re in a rush, remember?” He tucks two fingers into the elastic of your panties and yanks them to one side. Just enough. In a rush. Your thighs meet with a determined shimmy of his hips— those incredible hips— and then you’re full, so full of him.

The blood in your ears crashes against reality and bends it all sideways. Not religious like that, but since the first time you’d touched him, you’ve been cocksure if heaven were real, it’d be this. It’d be him.

“Everyone’s gonna know,” Bucky promises, “You stumbling in there.”

The image flashes through your addled brain, the tell-tale sign of him screwing you stupid— lips swollen, legs wobbly, outfit crumpled up, smelling like him and sex in front of all your friends.

“You want it, don’t you, want them to know you’re all mine?” He smears your wet around the sides of where he’s connected— spit, slick— up to your clit. And then he pushes you like a button, flicking the pad of his thumb upwards and grins at the way you jerk in time to it like a trained toy.

“Bucky,” you mewl, “Buck.” The syllable breaks, your panting comes out in choked babbling.

He takes the back of your neck again, lowering his body over yours, faster now. Deliberately reckless and the entire bed is rocking, springs squealing under his pace.

“Oh my god,” you smash your brow into the junction of his shoulder, hanging on by a thread as he drives into you, on a mission to break either the bed frame or your brain, both were fine. In a rush. Can’t quit now. A little bit more. Your entire body is folded against him, insides fluttering desperately, maddeningly.

“Come,” he commands, “Come for me right now and I’ll fuck you through it, how you like. Then I’ll make you come again and we can go.”

His grip is tourniquet tight, thumb moving to the middle of your throat, pressing ever so slightly until your breath feels trapped under the swirl of his fingerprint. The curtain of his hair hangs over your face, blocking out the room going blindingly white. Your eyes shut tightly, opening only for a second to catch him panting over you, burning hot, his features flickering from utter control to trembling pleasure to something akin to frenzy.

Your vision shuffles like a deck of cards. His hands are everywhere. Eyes devouring every inch of your skin. There’s a million of him taking a million of you to a million more pieces. You shatter then, clawing his back and arms, singing like a fucking choir the infinity of his name.

Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. He makes your days holy. The altar of his body. The sacrament of his sweat. He breaks you apart into something luminous.

Religion. Not religion. Your heathen soul—whatever tiny fracture you may have—all his, forever. Now, tomorrow, at the end of the world.

So, when the two of you stumble into a nearly finished dinner, as predicted, over an hour late and in terrible disarray, Steve crosses himself before promising, “I’m getting you two a goddamn chastity belt.”

On the couch, Sam clicks the remote to a new channel, snapping his fingers with an offhanded, “A-fucking-men.” 

All you can do is duck your head and grin.

#buck barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky #marvel #mcu #reader insert #fanfiction #smut

[boowanie]

pairing: joshua x friend!reader

genre: fluff and angst

summary: what happens when you mix alcohol and your undying feelings for joshua hong?

eri’s note: i haven’t written a scenario in awhile but i hope you beans enjoy it nonetheless 🌱

you wished the ground would swallow you whole and save you from the embarrassment that you were feeling but all you could do was tear your eyes away from joshua’s and act as if you didn’t confess your undying love for him. you didn’t mean for those three words to slip from your mouth but with seungkwan’s words ringing in your ears and the extra boost from your alcoholic drink, you may have comepletely fucked up. joshua didn’t utter a reply nor did he look in your direction after your confession which made you spiral down further in your embarrassment.

you noticed how the room went silent all of a sudden until soonyoung increased the volume of the music to fill the room with anything that can save you from all the stares your friends were giving you except for joshua who was now walking away from you. wonwoo was instantly by your side when joshua and jeonghan disappeared into the balcony. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pushed you against his side, however, no matter how long his arms stayed around you and the words he tried to soothe you with, you remained uneasy.

“you think they won’t notife that i’m gone if i leave right now?” you whispered to wonwoo as you scanned the room to see if your friends were still eyeing you like before and to your relief, they continued to chatter and play another round of beer pong. wonwoo gave you a sympathetic smile and a light kiss to your forehead. “go,” he whispered back, removing his arm from you and replacing it with his jacket instead. you waved a small goodbye to him and slipped out of soonyoung’s apartment carefully, not wanting anyone to see you leave the party.

—

“you’re a dumbass but i still love you,” seungkwan waltzed into your room unannounced while you clutched your head in your hands, a feeling of nausea running through you as he opened your blinds to let light filter into your room. the sun’s rays blinded your eyes straightaway which didn’t help your pounding headache and the heavy feeling on your chest. seungkwan lifted your bed covers up and slipped beside you while you continued to fight the urge to vomit on your bed. 

“alright, you can cry if you want to. wonwoo told me everything and must i say that joshua is as equally as dumb as you.” seungkwan continued to ramble on and on about your sudden love confession to joshua in the middle of a party in front of your friends and their friends and the list goes on. before seungkwan could utter another word, you gagged, feeling the contents of your stomach travel upwards which had you fleeing to the bathroom in hurried steps.

seungkwan wrinkled his nose at the retching sounds you were making but he followed you into the bathroom and rubbed your back to comfort you. he knew how much you hated throwing up which always resulted in you crying your eyes out and declaring that you “will never drink again” but everyone including yourself knew that was a lie. after a couple of pats on the back and a freshly brushed teeth, you finally retreated back into your bed and wrapped yourself with your duvet. seungkwan stood by the door and shook his head at you before leaving the room to get the soup he forced mingyu to make before he barged into your apartment.

—

“is it true?” jeonghan plopped down on the seat infront you while you stared at him, your mouth halfway open as you were about to take a bite of your sandwich before he disturbed you. you looked away when jeonghan wiggled his eyebrows again, anticipating your words as though you held all the secrets in the world.

“nope,” you placed your sandwich down and wiped your hands with a tissue. jeonghan sighed in his seat, placing his hand on top of yours to stop you from leaving the canteen. “don’t go, i’m the one who disturbed so i’m the one who should leave,” he patted your hand and slung his backpack over his shoulder before waving you a goodbye.

you shut your eyes as you watched jeonghan walk away, the truth of liking his bestfriend eating away at you slowly. you loved jeonghan like a brother, and you never hid anything from him. ever. you stood up abruptly, gathering your belongings and tossing your food in the nearby bin. you rushed out of the canteen in hopes to catch up with jeonghan to tell him the truth but as you rounded another corner, you bumped into someone you tried to hide from for the past two weeks.

“y/n? you good?” joshua grabbed your left elbow to stop you from toppling over. it took you a moment to reply but as soon as you opened your mouth, mingyu and jun yelled your name from the other side of the hallway.

“y/n, mr. lee is looking for the three of us! something to do with our project,” mingyu yelled, waving his arms around to catch your attention. you stared back at joshua before giving him a small smile. “i’ll see you around shua.”

—

“who the heck is knocking,” you tugged a random hoodie laying on your floor over your head while walking out of your bedroom to see who was continuously knocking at your door at this time of the night, 2 in the morning to be exact. you looked through the peephole of your door and to your surprise, joshua was standing behind the door in pajamas. you opened the door and a moment of silence was shared between the two of you.

“w-what are you doing here joshua?”

“is it true?”

you blinked at him before moving aside to let him into your apartment, “go sit down.” you followed after him and both of you sat on either sides of your sofa. without looking at him, you confessed again.

“i do, but it’s fine if you don’t. i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable that night that you had to walk away from me. i just hope this doesn’t come between our friendship shua, you’re too precious of a friend for me to lose,” you sighed, tangling your hands together when you finished speaking.

“i like you too y/n,” he whispered, barely enough for you to hear but you caught his words nonetheless. you felt him inch closer to you until he was right beside you.

“you what?” you turned your body towards him, your hands still intertwined together. he looked down at your hands and placed his hands over yours.

“i’ve liked you since we were 17,” he breathed out, his heart hammering against his chest with every word that slipped from his lips.

“oh, i uh...i’ve liked you since we were 17 too,” you grinned.

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[2bitts]

dating johnny headcanons

i was supposed to post this ages ago omg i’m so sorry to the person who requested it. tbh i have no excuse i’m just very absent minded and ended up forgetting about this blog altogether. but i love johnny with my entire heart and i kinda compensated by making this a lil longer so pls enjoy mouah. 

he has a great sense of humor, and makes you laugh easily.

he’ll mutter something funny out of absolutely nowhere and you’ll just lose it.

he calls you a million different nicknames. 

they’re really clever tbh.

he lays his head on your shoulder a lot, and you lay your cheek on his head.

you can’t do the same because he fidgets in his seat a lot.

he likes to grab your hand and trace random patterns on it.

he accidentally squeezed your hand too tightly once, and has been really gentle ever since.

if you paint your nails or get acrylics, he will literally grab your hand and just stare or trace on them for like fifteen minutes. 

he picks flowers from random parks for you.

he puts them together and gives you little bouquets.

johnny doesn’t hold your hand but he likes linking your arms together. 

he likes when you hold onto his arm with both hands.

you play hand games together all the time.

his favorite is chopsticks, even though he always loses.  

johnny loves it when you just ramble on and on about something.

you think he stops listening halfway through but he’s attentive the entire time.

he’s so gentle omg like he’ll just randomly rub your back.

he hates when you compliment him and ends up awkwardly blushing.

he rarely compliments you too but only because he’s shy.

johnny naps a lot.

he’ll chill in your room and accidentally fall asleep twenty minutes later. 

he deadass fell asleep against your drawer once.

he also falls asleep during movies.

he’ll lay his head on your shoulder, and you’ll realize he’s asleep when his entire body is leaning against you.

he likes watching you do things.

he’ll just sit and watch you do your homework.

or will sit on the counter and watch you do the dishes.

he likes when you proofread your essays to him.

johnny can’t stare at you without smiling. he likes you so much that just the sight of you makes him happy.

he’s always down for anything.

you could be like “let’s go hiking” at 4 in the morning and he’ll get up and be like “ok, let’s go”.

he’s pretty reserved and doesn’t speak much, but he’s so eloquent that anything he does tell you has you entranced.

he could literally talk about how he brushed his teeth that morning and you’d be like “tell me more”.

you sometimes just sit in silence and enjoy each other’s company.

you’ll sit in the park and stare at the sky together.

you take long walks together.

he leads you through a shortcut and gets you lost like 99% of the time.

he likes to tag along with you when you run errands.

he could sit at the dry cleaners for forty minutes with you, and he wouldn’t complain once.

johnny doesn’t have his license so he often asks you to drive him places.

he always lets you choose the music, and will sit through it even if he dislikes it.

he pretends his hand is a microphone and lets you sing into it whenever you’re feeling the music.

lots of spontaneous road trips.

tbh pony tags along alot.

he just doodles in the back seat and hums to the music while you and johnny stare at the mountains around you.

he always beats you at zitch dog.

you share sweaters tbh.

you also share socks.

he’ll come in your room, remove his socks, and wear yours instead jfhsjf.

tbh all your socks are fluffy so that’s probably why.

you randomly found out johnny loves froyo, and have been taking him to get some like once a week ever since. 

you choose each other’s flavors, which always end up being weird.

like strawberry jalapeno, or maple bacon donut.

he got sick once and you felt so bad.

he gets you little gifts every once in a while, like collectible keychains.

he likes playfighting with you, but super gently. 

he once tugged your arm and you pretended to cry lmao. 

you visit the animal shelter together all the time.

even though the dogs always end up injuring him somehow. 

he doesn’t mind tbh, he just laughs.

you two have a pact that one day, when you have enough money saved up, you’ll adopt an animal together. 

it’ll be a mess because you have nothing else planned but hey.

he does little things that show you how much he cares about you.

like, if you forget to wear a scarf on a cold day, he’ll silently take his off and wordlessly wrap it around your neck.

or if you finish your drink while you’re watching a movie, he’ll hand you his without a second thought.

he’s always there when you need him, and gives great advice.

honestly, you’ll probably end up together forever cause johnny knows for a fact that he’s irreversibly in love with you. 

#yes i'm crying #no i'm not ok #johnny cade #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade imagines #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons

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harry doing baby bubs hair in the bathroom while she’s facetiming mitch 🥺

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s Note: This made my heart melt. It’s in a puddle on the floor right now. That’s all.

“Baby, ye’ gotta sit still,” Harry huffed as he resituated his daughter on the bathroom counter for probably the fifth time that morning.

She was normally a patient and well-behaved child despite her ripe age of three, but today she was really showing her age.

“Want mummy do it!” she whined, smacking her pudgy toes against the inside of the sink.

“I know ye’ want mummy t’ do it. I want mummy to do it too, but she had t’ go t’ work early. ‘S just me and you today.”

Harry reached for the spray bottle filled with water with his right hand while keeping a firm grasp on his daughter’s unruly head of curly hair with his left, determined to tame the frizzy strands that seemed to have run wild while she slept the night before. A ponytail shouldn’t be this fucking hard. Should it?

He spritzed the bottle a few inches away from her head, trying to smooth down the baby hairs that littered her hair line. And he almost had it. That was, until his daughter tucked her head downward in agitation and caused Harry to lose his grip and the poofy tufts of chocolate brown hair to fall once more around her forehead and ears.

A exaggerated (but not really, it was well-deserved) groan erupted from Harry’s chest, and a feeling of defeat washed over him. He rubbed his tired eyes with the knuckles on his fingers. It wasn’t a big deal and he knew that, but the fact that he couldn’t do his daughter’s hair was making him feel like a failure of a father. 

“What’s it gonna take for ye’ to stop squirmin’, huh? Will ye’ just be good so daddy can do your hair and we can get ya t’ nana’s?”

She was getting restless now, the hard stone making her tiny bum ache and her attention span dwindle down to the point of non-existance.

“Daddy, I want dowwwwwn,” she fussed as she balled her hands into fists and hit them on her knees in protest.

“I’ve got t’ fix your hair, lovie. Can’t have it hangin’ in your eyes. Just be still for a few seconds. Ye’ know what? Here. Play with this.”

Harry fished his cell phone out of his back pocket and placed the sleek device in his child’s lap. He was normally against letting her mess with his phone in fear that she’d accidentally delete an important file or call one of the dozens of influential figures he had saved in his contacts, but at this point he’d do just about anything to make her stop moving so that he could put her damn hair up.

Her eyes seemed to light up when she realized what she now held in her possession, fingers moving quickly to unlock the screen and cause whatever damage her heart desired. It didn’t take her long to realize that unlike her mother’s, Harry’s phone was locked with a passcode and she was unable to get into it.

“Fix it, daddy!” she exclaimed, raising the phone over her shoulder while Harry had finally managed to regather her hair into a somewhat presentable bundle.

He cursed under his breath and let her curly mane go once more, then took the phone back from his daughter. It was unlocked and back in her arms in a few seconds flat, to which Harry’s millionth attempt at corraling the curls he undoubtedly passed down to her began. 

In an instant, she’d forgotten all about how antsy she was, now busying herself by opening random apps that caught her eye and pressing random keys that meant absolutely nothing to her because she was a three year old that couldn’t read, but it didn’t deter her from thinking she was a proper adult doing adult things on her very own cell phone.

Harry let out a sigh of relief when she seemed completely content, reaching once more for the spray bottle to rewet the comb he had been using to smooth over his daughter’s scalp. She put up no fight when he pulled her hair taut against her head, almost as if she had forgotten he was even there as her pudgy fingers tapped away on the glass screen.

The silver lining was now in reach, the finish line only a handful of long strides away. He was satisfied with his work. Sure, there were a few lumps and bumps, but nothing his wife or mother would fuss over, so he raised his arm up to his mouth to pull the neon pink hair band from his wrist with his teeth. As fate would have it, just as he began securing her ponytail with the hair tie, the flimsy elastic snapped and shot to the floor, leaving the toddler’s hair in a bird’s nest on top of her head and Harry’s patience at it’s end. 

“You’ve got t’ be bloody kiddin’ me,” Harry groaned, having to turn his body away from his daughter as if the fuse attached to his last nerve was going to implode at any second. 

He was now certain that whatever higher power in the sky was planning his demise on this bright and sunny Tuesday morning.

With the last bit of his dignity, he knelt down to open the cabinets and rummage through the bin with all of his daughter’s clips and bows until he found another hair tie that would match the outfit he’d picked out for her to wear. He kept a firm hand on her back as he jumbled around the contents of the container, just in case she lost her balance and fell backwards off of the counter (she didn’t really need the extra reinforcement, but he’d not quite been able to shake the over-protective dad persona that he’d adopted whenever she was much smaller and prone to flinging herself backward without warning). There was no additional pink hair tie in sight, so he was forced to go with a bright green one that didn’t compliment what she was wearing in the slightest, but it was just nana’s house, so who gives a shit, he thought to himself. 

As he was regaining his stance from where he was balanced on his haunches, he heard a deep voice that wasn’t his daughter’s echo off the walls of the master bathroom.

“Hey, man! What’s goin’ o-,” the voice, which Harry now recognized as his best friend’s came to an abrupt hault when the camera focused and the man was able to see who was actually facetiming him at seven o’clock in the morning.

“Oh. You’re not Harry,” he toyed, trying to amuse the tiny girl he’d known and loved since the minute she was born.

“Mitchy!” Harry’s daughter yelled directly into the speaker of the phone, causing Mitch to hold his own phone several inches away from where he had it resting on the arm of his sofa.

“Hello, princess. Where’s your dad?”

“Right here,” Harry interjected with a grunt as he willed the pain in his knees (and back) away.

“Sorry, she’s messin’ with m’ phone. Must’ve called you on accident.”

“No worries. ‘S a lovely surprise. What’re you two doin’? You on baby duty this mornin’?” 

Mitch could see Harry messing with the toddler’s hair, a purple comb balanced in between his teeth and locks of wavy, brown hair slipping in and out of the frame as he gathered it on top of her head.

“Yep,” Harry spoke through the comb, “And it’s not goin’ s’ great.”

“Judgin’ by the look on your face, I’d say so.”

“Haha. Very funny.”

“Mitchy!” Harry’s daughter called for him again as if to refocus the attention of this conversation back on herself.

“Yessss?”

“I see kitty?” her voice raising an octave as she asked to see the kitten he’d adopted a few months ago that she adored oh so much.

“Kitty’s sleepin’ with Sarah right now, bug. Can’t wake them or they’ll both be grumpy for the rest of the day. Why don’t you come over and visit and you can see all of us? We miss you,” Mitch pouted dramatically at the camera, making the small girl giggle in a way that made him smile right back at her.

He’d always been rather reserved, but had quite the soft spot for his close friend’s bub and couldn’t help but show her all of the affection that he could.

“Daddy, I go to Sarah’s house?” she jerked her head back to look at her father, whose life flashed before his eyes when the sudden movement almost caused his to drop her hair again.

Harry quickly turned her jaw back towards the mirror with his thumb to keep another disaster from occurring.

“Maybe later, petal. You’re going to nana’s today. Daddy and Mitch have to go t’ work.”

“You play songs?”

“Yeah. Gonna play some songs,” he laughed at his daughter’s earnest attempt at understanding what he did for a living.

“Are you bein’ good for ye’ dad?” Mitch asked, seeing Harry’s struggle and doing what he could to distract her while Harry smoothed the final lumps over her delicate head with the fine-toothed comb.

“Yeah, I bein’ good,” she gloated, flashing her tiny baby teeth.

“If that’s what ye’ want to call it,” Harry mumbled under his breath.

He wasn’t quiet enough for Mitch to not hear his snide comment, to which he let out a chuckle towards Harry.

“I take it you’ve got a bit of a fibber on your hands?” Mitch directed at Harry.

“No kiddin’,” Harry huffed, face concentrated on one stubborn tendril of hair that wouldn’t lay flat no matter how many times he brushed over it, “’Ve been trying to put her hair in a bloody ponytail for twenty minutes. I swear I’ve never seen a three year old with this much hair before in m’ life. Don’t know how her mum does this every mornin’.”

“’M afraid that hair’s all you, lover boy. Those curls are unmistakeable.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Is your dad good at fixin’ your hair?” Mitch asked the toddler, knowing good and well he was giving leeway for Harry to be teased mercilessly by his ruthless toddler.

“No, I like mummy do my hair more. Daddy pulls it too much.”

“Listen here, you little monster. If ye’ would have sat still for two seconds, this would have been done ages ago and we could’ve been halfway t’ nana’s by now,” Harry stated very matter-of-factly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Mitch intervened, “Take it easy, mate. She’s three. It can’t be that bad.”

“I would absolutely love to see you babysit her for twenty-four hours. You’d be choking on your words.”

“I’d love that, actually,” Mitch snided, “What d’ya say, princess? Sleepover at uncle Mitch’s house with Sarah and the kitty?”

The three year old cheered excitedly, her chubby cheeks widening on the sides of her face at the thought of spending time with her favorite people in the world (aside from her mum and dad, of course).

“No, no, no!” Harry yelled frantically, “Hold still. ‘M almost done.”

He quickly looped the brightly-colored elastic around her bunch of hair that he held tightly in his hand as if an imaginary stopwatch was about to go off and signal that he was out of time and he’d lose control of her curls once more, for which he’d certainly burst into tears.

“Aha!” he held his hands above his head in victory when he was satisfied with the number of times he’d wrapped the hair tie around her hair.

“Finally.”

Harry was breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon, making Mitch cheer him on sarcastically.

“Super dad does it again.”

“You’re not funny, Mitch.”

“‘M very funny, actually. Isn’t that right, bubs?”

“Uh-huh!” Harry’s daughter agreed, earning an eye roll from her father.

“Alright, we’re very late. Need t’ get goin’ before Jeff yells at daddy n’ I’m not sure I can handle much more today.”

Harry scooped up the pint-sized child from the sink by the belly and helped her stand, her hands still clasped around the phone surrounded in a baby pink case. 

“See ye’ in a bit yeah?” Harry asked Mitch as he straightened his daughter’s shirt that had crinkled at the hem from sitting on the counter for so long.

“Yeah. Reckon it’s probably time to go wake Sarah. You be good for your dad and nana today. Alright, stinker butt?”

“I not stinky!” the girl cried, almost offended.

“You’re right. ‘M sorry. Your dad’s the stinky one.”

“Goodbyeeeeeeee, Mitch,” Harry sang monotonously into the speaker.

“Bye, Mitchy!” his daughter called after him.

“Bye, sweetheart. See ye’ at the sleepover.”

She began rattling off another excited spout of words, but was cut off as Harry reached down and pressed the red button on the screen, ending the call. He took the phone from her hands and slid it back into his pocket. His daughter was too busy buzzing from the high of being invited over to Mitch’s house to play with his kitten to throw a fit over being deprived of it, to which Harry was thankful.

“Did ye’ put your bunny in your backpack?”

She nodded her head, yes.

“And your blanket?”

She paused, lips pursing as she tried to recall whether or not she stuffed the worn, yet still comforting wad of fabric that she’s had since she was born into her bag.

“Better go check then,” Harry added, watching her as she booked it down the hall towards her room as if she was in a race against herself to make it there.

“Got it!” her tiny voice came trailing back into Harry’s bedroom, the corners of the blanket sticking out from the giant backpack that was nearly the size of her body strapped to her back. 

The sight of her wobbling back into his line of sight with the oversized bag made him want to cry. She was still so tiny, but where had his sweet baby gone?

“Good gir-” he began to praise her before he realized what he was currently looking at.

In the midst of her running, she must have exerted herself a bit too harshly, for her curls that were styled perfectly just minutes ago were floofed around her head in a (not-so angelic) halo and the hair tie had slipped down dangerously low, mere inches from falling completely out.

Her inherited curls were one of the cutest things about her and anyone with even the worst vision would agree. But, god. At what cost?

“-YOUR HAIR!”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #dad!harry #dad!harry x reader #asks

[suituuup]

pandemic shenanigans

Chloe discovers TikTok and decides to do a bunch of pranks on her girlfriend

rated: T

word count: 3k

ao3 link

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It’s the pandemic’s fault. 

Chloe was bored af one day at the start of quarantine, and decided to download TikTok, the app Gen Z has been raving about. Little did she know five minutes on the app could turn into four hours without her being aware and brought procrastination to another level. 

She quickly becomes addicted to cute animal videos (duh) and couple pranks. So addicted that the temptation of trying a few on her girlfriend is too great. 

i. Did you forget what today was

“Morning,” Beca mumbles, rubbing her eye with the heel of her palm as she shuffles towards the coffee pot. While Chloe’s an early bird, Beca rarely makes it out of bed before ten on the weekends, and Chloe is usually already showered and dressed by the time she does. 

She and Beca live in that same studio which they used to share with Amy, until their Australian friend inherited some serious money and moved out. 

It’s been really nice to have an actual bed instead of that crappy pull-out couch. 

“Good morning,” Chloe chirps, craning her neck to accept the kiss Beca brushes to her lips. Beca slides in the chair across hers, pouring some milk in the bowl Chloe’s set out for her, followed by cereals.

(yes, she’s that weirdo who puts the milk first.)

“What?” Beca pauses with her first spoonful halfway to her mouth, finally noticing Chloe staring at her. 

“Did you forget what today was?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, cradling her mug in her hands.

Beca blinks, and Chloe can nearly see the fuck popping up in her brain as panic flashes in her eyes. “Uh, Saturday?” 

Chloe purses her lips, both to appear annoyed and to keep her bubbling laughter in. “Beca.” 

Beca’s nose scrunches up. “I know, I know, gimme a sec. This is not our anniversary, or your birthday, you’re not working today so there’s nothing important regarding your job,” she lists off, her eyes lighting up a beat later. “Oh! Is it this weekend Aubrey’s coming up?” 

“No,” Chloe sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I can’t believe you forgot.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Beca rushes out, standing up and crossing the distance between them to sit across Chloe’s lap. She kisses her softly, looping her arms around her neck. “I’m sorry. What’s going on today? I promise I’ll make time for it. And I’ll give you a massage tonight to make up for being a bad girlfriend. And we can eat whatever you like.” Smirking mischievously, she adds in a lower tone, “And, I’ll let you do whatever you wanna do to me later.” 

Chloe grins, unable to hold it any longer. “Nothing’s going on, babe. I was just messing with you.” 

Beca’s jaw falls open as she pulls back, glaring. “Not cool, dude!”

Chloe simply giggles, nuzzling her neck and pressing an apologetic kiss to Beca’s skin. “You’re cute when you’re panicking.”

A huffs puffs free and Beca pouts. “Whatever.”

Chloe tightens her hold around Beca’s waist so she can’t get away. “Can I still do whatever I want to you tonight?” 

The whimper that rises from Beca’s throat shoots a chill down her spine. Beca’s cheeks redden and she squirms a little in Chloe’s lap. “Yeah--yes.” 

Safe to say Chloe won’t be uploading that video on TikTok. She also won’t tell Beca this was a Tiktok prank, because this turned out to be a lot of fun and she’s got more up her sleeve.

ii. climb on their lap while they’re busy doing something else

Friday nights are Chloe’s favorite. As none of them work during the weekends, it means they get two whole days of quality time with each other. Tonight though, her highly professional girlfriend needs to take care of a few work things to make sure she can spend a stress free weekend, but it’s been hours, and Chloe is kind of craving some attention. 

Beca’s working on her laptop while sitting on the couch, and after changing into her PJ’s, Chloe unceremoniously curls up sideways on her lap, looping her arms around her shoulders and resting her forehead against the side of Beca’s neck. 

“Oh,” Beca breathes out, setting her computer aside before her arms loosely wrap around Chloe’s body. “Hello.” 

“Hi,” Chloe murmurs back, brushing a kiss to Beca’s neck and releasing a soft sigh of contentment. 

Beca’s hand runs up and down her thigh as she pushes a kiss to Chloe’s hair. “You alright?” 

Chloe hums, forgetting all about her phone propped against one of the shelves capturing the moment to make a TikTok, instead basking in the instant comfort being in Beca’s arms provides. 

Beca peppers her face with soft, featherlight kisses that make Chloe warm from the inside out. She really is a slut for Beca’s affection. “M’sorry I had to work tonight.” 

Chloe smiles. “It’s okay.” She pecks Beca’s lips and brushes her nose against hers. “I’m heading to bed. Don’t work too late, babe.” 

Beca nods, winking softly. “Right behind you.” 

True to her word, Beca slides under the covers less than five minutes later and tugs Chloe’s body against her own. Chloe releases another happy sigh, which is cut-off by a yelp when Beca runs her freezing toes along Chloe’s bare calf. 

“Becs!” She cries, moving away and slapping her arm. “Your feet are freaking icicles!” 

Beca snickers like a teenager, seemingly very proud of her act. 

“Put some socks on.” 

Beca’s nose scrunches up adorably. “Ew. No way.” 

“Then stay on your side,” Chloe grumbles, tugging the covers higher around her as she rolls away from Beca, settling on her opposite side. 

“Sorry,” Beca whispers into the dark, shuffling closer. “I won’t do it again.” 

She feels her resolve break as Beca’s lips trace a trail from her exposed shoulder blade to the side of her neck. She hates her traitorous body for not having any willpower when it comes to Beca’s ministrations. “You better not, or I’ll kick you,” she half-jokes. 

“Kinky,” Beca breathes along with a soft laugh, pressing one final kiss to Chloe’s cheek as she drapes her arm around her middle. “I love you.” 

Chloe laces their fingers and squeezes. “I love you too, weirdo.” 

iii. walking out naked while they’re in a zoom meeting 

“Well what doesn’t he like about it?” Beca’s voice carries from the living-room as Chloe stands in their bedroom, a towel wrapped around her naked frame. 

That video of her and Beca cuddling on the couch blew up, hitting 3 millions views and about 400k likes. The few homophobic comments that popped up were quickly drowned out by thousands of people gushing over their relationship or crying about wanting the same kind of relationship. 

Beca was of course aware Chloe would post that video on the internet and weirdly wasn’t opposed to it. 

“Again?” She hears her girlfriend sigh and steps out, losing the towel as she rounds the corner. “I mean, yeah, sure. I’ll see what I--” 

Beca’s words die on her tongue the second her eyes flicker up from her computer screen. Her jaw drops and her mouth gapes wordlessly for a few seconds. 

Chloe is briefly concerned she might have broken her girlfriend.

“Beca?”  Her boss’ voice carries through the speakers, snapping Beca back to her meeting. 

“Yes, yeah-- um-- sorry, I…” She stammers as her cheeks burn, and clears her throat. Her eyes quickly glance back to Chloe, who is fighting against a string of giggles. “I’ll-- I’ll work on something else, no problem.” 

“Alright, keep me posted.”

Beca nods. “See ya.” She shuts her computer so fast Chloe’s concerned she might have damaged it. “You’re evil,” she mutters, shaking her head. 

“Are you complaining?” Chloe husks, strutting over in her birthday suit and tossing her phone on the couch.

Beca visibly swallows, bracing on Chloe’s waist as she settles down her lap. “Never. But next time try not to give me a heart attack?” 

“Deal,” Chloe murmurs, bending down to capture Beca’s lips in a searing kiss. 

iv. Ask them what they would do if they were at a party and a hot girl came up to them

“Hey Bec?” 

“Mm?” 

It’s a rainy rainy afternoon, the ones Chloe loves as they don’t have anywhere to be, and she gets to chill on the couch with her favorite person while listening to the rain pelting against the window. 

Chloe’s head is on Beca’s lap as she lies on the couch, reading a book while Beca messes around on her phone. Beca has absentmindedly been scratching her scalp, and Chloe was about to fall asleep when she got a prank idea. She discreetly propped up her phone against her mug on the coffee table a minute ago, pressing record. 

“What would you do if you were at a party and a hot girl came up to you?” 

Beca lowers her phone, peering at Chloe over it. “What do you mean?” 

Bending her knees, Chloe shifts to sit up and faces Beca. “What would you do if a hot girl flirted with you?” 

“You know I don’t know when people flirt with me, right?” 

Yes, Chloe does know. She lost count of how many times she’s flirted with Beca over their four years of friendship pre-getting together without Beca having a freaking clue. 

“Okay, but still,” Chloe clears her throat and straightens a bit from her slouched position, tucking her legs underneath her. “Let’s say you’re at a party, and I’m a random girl, not your girlfriend, alright?” 

Beca rolls her eyes but nods anyway, setting her phone down and angling her body towards Chloe a bit more. 

Chloe props her elbow on the back of the couch and cradles the side of her head in her palm as she smiles softly, getting into character. She reaches out to run the tip of her pointer finger along Beca’s forearm while keeping her gaze locked on hers, her teeth racking over her bottom lip in an over-the-top flirty move. “Hi.” 

“Hey you,” Beca murmurs with a small smirk, leaning closer a little. Chloe swats the back of her head. “Ow! What was that for??” 

“It’s not me,” she reminds Beca as the brunette rubs the spot with a glare. 

“Sorry, it’s just hard to remember that with those eyes of yours,” Beca laughs. “I can’t focus, they’re pulling me in.” 

“Aw,” Chloe beams. She leans in to peck Beca’s lips, raising an eyebrow when Beca pushes her away. 

“Dude, I’ve got a girlfriend.” 

Chloe rolls her eyes, shoving her as Beca laughs. “Touché.” 

v. ask them if they still get butterflies

“Bec?” 

“Mmm.” 

Spring morphed into summer. A hot, sticky and humid summer. The pandemic is still very much a thing, and Chloe can’t even tell you what day of the week it is anymore. To make things worse, their AC is down, which is why they find themselves on the rooftop of their apartment building that evening, laying on a couple blankets as they stare up at the night sky. Chloe misses the hundreds of stars she would gaze at when she was a kid in Oregon, but she sort of finds the steady sound of cars passing by in the street below them soothing. 

Or you know, maybe it’s the joint she smoked twenty minutes ago with her girlfriend that is finally hitting her. 

“Do you still get butterflies?” 

Beca’s head rolls to the side so she can look at her. “Still?” She asks, smirking softly. “They never left.” 

Chloe giggles, shoving her lightly. Beca is known to grow sappy and affectionate when she’s high, and Chloe absolutely loves it. “Dork.” 

“Felt them just this morning when you were singing in the kitchen while making breakfast and almost pinched myself because I still have to wrap my head around the fact that I get to marry you.” 

Chloe does a double-take as she registers Beca’s words. “What?” Her voice is barely there, hidden under the layers of emotions seizing her throat. 

“Well… yeah,” Beca shrugs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re like, it for me, you know?” 

Moments where Beca splits herself open like that are rare, and they never fail to make Chloe’s heart soar. 

“Are you going to say something Beale or keep staring at me like a weirdo?” Beca eventually quips, chuckling softly. 

Chloe shakes her head a little, then leans forward to push a lingering kiss against Beca’s lips. “I love you, future wife.” 

She feels Beca sigh contentedly as she curls up against her side, her arm wounding around Chloe’s back. “I love you, too.”

vi. sigh loudly in front of them

“What’s wrong?” 

It’s day two hundred something of quarantine. Chloe is bored out of her mind. 

“Nothing,” she whispers, keeping her tone unconvincing on purpose. She’s lying on the couch while Beca sits at the end working on her computer, a Friends rerun playing low on the TV. 

Beca shuts her computer and sets it on the coffee table before crawling up Chloe’s body and settling on top of her. She presses a light kiss to the side of Chloe’s neck. “You sure?” 

“Mhm,” Chloe hums, looping her arms around her girlfriend’s waist. 

“I can stop working,” Beca suggests softly, placing another kiss to her chin, then to the tip of her nose. “Wanna go grab some Chick-fil-A? Then we can watch one of those cheesy rom coms that you like.” 

“M’okay,” Chloe agrees quietly. “Can we just cuddle for a bit?” 

“Yeah,” Beca breathes. “Course we can.” She settles her head on Chloe’s chest, lifting it a second later. “Wait, is this a TikTok thing?” Upon Chloe nodding, she groans. “My reputation is taking a blow with each one of those, you know that right?” 

A giggle bursts past Chloe’s lips. “I’m sorry, your what?” 

That earns her a glare. “Bite me, Beale.” 

vii. wipe their kiss away

“I hate this fucking pandemic,” Beca grumbles as she makes it inside, kicking the door shut with a little more force than necessary. “I hate those Karens who don��t wear masks,” she continues as she hoists her two grocery bags on the kitchen counter. “Scratch that, I just hate people in general.” Beca eventually takes off her mask, heaving out a sigh as she drops it onto the counter. “Finally.” 

Chloe smiles in amusement, walking over to start putting the groceries away. “Thanks for going out, babe.” 

“No problem.” She pecks Chloe’s lips on her way to store the yogurt in the fridge, doing a double-take when Chloe wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Did you just… wipe my kiss away?” 

“What? No I didn’t,” Chloe replies innocently. 

Beca stares at her, cocking an eyebrow. “Was it not up to your standards or something?” 

“I mean…” Chloe shrugs nonchalantly. “It was just a peck.” 

“Mmm.” She resumes her task, closing the door to the fridge behind her before making her way over to where Chloe is standing, setting her hands on her hips from behind and coaxing her to turn around. 

“What are you--” the rest of her sentence is cut off by a moan as Beca’s lips capture her own. Chloe’s knees wobble from the heat of the kiss, its intensity sending shockwaves throughout her body, all the way down to her toes. She’s left in a daze by the time Beca pulls away, blinking twice in slow succession as she rolls her swollen lips together. “Holy shit.” 

Beca puffs out her chest a little, smirking. “That’s better.” 

Groceries forgotten, Chloe slides her hand into hers and drags her to the bedroom. 

viii. call them your spouse during a phone conversation

“I’m home,” Chloe calls out as she steps inside their studio apartment. She pauses in the doorway, taking in her surroundings. 

Their small kitchen table is beautifully set, two candles lit on each side and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers sitting in the center. Soft acoustic music is playing through Beca’s portable speaker. “Hey, you.” 

“What’s all this?” Chloe asks, smiling brightly as she slings her purse off her shoulder, setting it down. 

Beca approaches, a sheepish smile spreading across her features. “Well… because of this freaking pandemic, we haven’t been out in months, so I thought we could just do a home-date. I ordered from your favorite sushi place, should be here any minute.” 

“Aww.” Shrugging off her jacket, Chloe steps up to place a soft kiss to Beca’s lips. “You’re sweet. And very sexy,” she adds with an eyebrow waggle, taking in Beca’s fancy jumpsuit and hairdo. “I’m gonna go change real quick.” 

Chloe hurries to the bedroom and opens her closet to pick something; she can’t remember the last time she wore a dress, her main outfit having consisted of a hoodie and sweatpants for the better part of the year. Plucking her navy blue, knee length dress out, she changes into it and takes ten minutes to arrange her hair and put on light make-up. 

Beca is on the phone as she steps back out into the kitchen, grinning when Chloe appears. “Yep, got it. Listen, I gotta go, my wife and I are about to eat dinner.” 

Chloe freezes mid-step, her heart stuttering as she registers the term Beca used. 

“Sorry about that,” Beca says once she’s hung up, casting Chloe a smile as she sets her phone down. 

“You just called me your wife,” Chloe murmurs, her eyes shrinking suspiciously a beat later. A gasp follows when it hits her. “Wait, are you TikTok pranking me??” Her gaze quickly sweeps the room. “Where’s the camera, Mitchell?” 

Beca simply grins, shaking her head as she reaches for something in her pocket. “Not a prank, babe.” 

Shocked eyes lifting from the square velvet box nestled in Beca’s palm, Chloe watches as Beca steps closer and lowers herself on one knee. Her heart trips dangerously and she stops breathing altogether. “Bec, you better not be lying.” 

The way she seems nervous all of the sudden tells Chloe this is definitely not a prank. “Chloe--” 

“Yes,” Chloe croaks out, tears pooling in her eyes as her head bobs up and down in a frantic nod. 

Beca’s chuckle comes out strained as she blinks back the moisture in her own eyes. “Dude, let me ask the question at least.” 

“Sorry.” Chloe clamps her lips together and squeezes Beca’s hand to wordlessly let her know she may keep going. 

“Chloe,” Beca repeats, her voice wavering slightly. “This year has been weird as fuck, and the most challenging one yet, but despite everything, I had a near constant smile on my face because of you. You’re my best friend, and the most beautiful person I know, inside and out.” She sucks in a deep breath through her nose, letting go of Chloe’s hand to open the box. Chloe gasps softly at the sight of a simple, yet elegant oval cut diamond set on a rose gold band. “Will you make me the happiest person on earth by accepting to become my wife?” 

“Yes.” She tugs on Beca’s hand, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as soon as she straightens. “I love you so much.” 

Beca grins against her mouth, backing away just enough to seek out Chloe’s eyes. “I love you, too.” 

As she stands there basking in this new, overwhelming wave of feelings, Chloe decides that 2020 wasn’t that bad, after all. 

#bechloe #bechloe fic #chloe beale #beca mitchell

[taetaespeaches]

“You should kiss a girl before you leave.”

yoongi x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.5K

a/n: Lovelies!!! Ya girl is back from camping, and my god did she write!!! We are getting into the folklore angst for Yoon and Kid, but before we get into the heavy shit, we have to set it up with some cute getting to know each other fluff. This takes place the night after their second date, “You just want to get back to your Zuko fan fiction.” So they’ve had their first kiss, they’re super giddy to see each other, and yeah. There are like two more fluff fics after this one before we get into the angst of it all. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy! :))

p.s. anyone who isn’t a fan of Min/Kid... I’m so sorry because that’s all you’re getting for AT LEAST the next week. Get ready for a honey boy take over y’all. 

THERE was something thrilling but terrifying about receiving a text from Yoongi saying he just arrived outside your apartment complex. You kissed yesterday, and you hadn’t stopped thinking about it, or him, since.

The knock on your door was a cue for your heart to follow the thump, becoming light and fluttery as if it would fly right out if you could open your chest.  

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, before you opened the door to a smiling Min Yoongi, skin slightly flushed from the cold weather.

“Hey,” you greeted lamely, a wide grin spread across your face. You wondered if you would ever not feel so giddy to see him.

“Hey,” he replied before patting his own chest, bringing his hands to run along his bare neck. “Shit,” he sighed. “I forgot the scarf.”

You giggled at the comment, opening the door open and stepping aside for Yoongi to walk inside.

“Look who owns a coat,” you joked, tugging on the side of the garment as he began entering your apartment. As he walked in front of you, your back to the front door as you both stood in the middle of the frame, he turned toward you, gummy beam pointed in your direction.

“I’m gonna kiss you, Kid,” he whispered to you.

“Ok,” you bit back a grin, chills spreading across your body as Yoongi’s hands found your waist. You made him lean all the way in, Yoongi noticing you didn’t meet him halfway, scoffing just before his lips met yours, your mouth curving up as you giggled into the kiss.

“Brat,” he smiled into the action, just before pushing you firmer against the door, deepening the kiss just slightly. After a moment of your lips moving together perfectly, he broke the meeting, resting his forehead against yours.

Placing your hands at the back of his neck, you playfully frowned. “No scarf, huh?” He kissed his teeth and you sighed. “Well, I didn’t finish my Zuko essay either.”

“No fanfiction?” He asked in feigned shock, stepping back as he looked you up and down.

“Essay,” you corrected.

“Right, not fanfiction,” he grinned teasingly, making you roll your eyes. Shoving against him, you pushed him inside your apartment before closing the door behind you.

You watched as he looked around the small but nice apartment, decorated in photos of friends and family, stacks of books atop tables, a record player across the living room and a few candles. “Do you want a drink?” You asked him, Yoongi’s gaze slowly shifting from the room to you.

“Uh, yeah,” he nodded.

“Any preference?” Yoongi shook his head, following you into the kitchen. You hummed in thought, looking inside the cabinet with various bottles of alcohol. Grabbing the bottle of red wine, you held it up to him. “This ok?” He simply nodded as he watched you place it on the counter, opening a drawer to your side to grab a corkscrew. As you worked on opening the bottle, Yoongi looked around at the kitchen cabinets.

“Wine glasses?” He asked, you pointing to the cupboard. You watched Yoongi walk past you, dragging his feet on your tiled floor as he went to retrieve the glasses.

It was a few more moments before the sound of glass clinking sounded across the room just as you pulled the cork out. Another few seconds passed before Yoongi’s shoulder brushed against your own as he appeared next to you, placing the glasses on the counter.

“Thank you,” you turned toward him with a soft smile. Instead of responding, he gave a small grin back before leaning toward you and kissing your lips quickly but gently. The ease of the action had your head spinning, though you forced your attention to the bottle, lifting it to pour as Yoongi stayed facing you, sporting a fond grin.

Handing him his glass, he nudged his nose against your temple, whispering, “thank you, Kid,” before leaving a kiss to the spot as he turned straight ahead and took a sip of the alcohol.

“I want to show you a song,” you told him suddenly, his eyebrows raising. “It’s nothing like super special or anything, just something I’ve been listening to a lot lately.”

“Show me,” he encouraged, turning his whole body to face you as you reached for your phone, searching up the song. He inspected your features as you began playing the song, a slow lofi R&B beat resonating through the kitchen, feeling his eyes on you.  

He listened intently for a moment as a slow voice dragged through the lyrics lethargically. “What is this?” He asked quietly, almost afraid of disrupting the atmosphere.

“It’s ‘Will He’ by Joji,” you told him. “For whatever reason I’ve been obsessed.”

Just as you finished speaking, Joji sang the lyrics will your tongue still remember the taste of my lips? Will your shadow remember the swing of my hips? Yoongi pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. Will your lover caress you the way that I did? Yoongi set his wine glass down, bringing his hand to your chin to turn your face toward him. Will you notice my charm if he slips up one bit?

Your gaze fell to his lips and lingered as the chorus of the song started. Cause I don’t need to know, I just wanna make sure you’re okay. Yoongi leaned forward just slightly, you closing the rest of the gap as you kissed him, struggling to balance the bottom of your glass as you gently but hurriedly discarded it on the counter. I just wanna make sure you’re all safe. As soon as the glass was down, you moved your hand to thread it into Yoongi’s hair at the back of his head, letting out a low, quick moan into the kiss as Yoongi wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you flush with him.

Forgetting about the partially drank wine, you pulled your face from Yoongi’s, his lips attaching to your neck, another small moan slipping from you. Turning around in his arms, Yoongi adjusting his position to hold you in a back hug. He kissed the side of your neck as you led him toward the couch. Standing in front of the sofa, you grabbed Yoongi’s hand and tugged on it, gesturing for him to sit.

He followed your lead, lowering himself onto the couch as he looked up at you with hooded eyes, you smirking as you placed a hand on his shoulder moving to straddle him. Your lips were on his as soon as you settled atop him, Yoongi’s hands holding onto your hips as he hungrily kissed you.

Your hands settled on the sides of his face and as a low groan left his lips, you smirked into the kiss, Yoongi soon smiling afterward.

“I promise I didn’t come over for this,” he chuckled against your mouth, you pulling away to look at him.

“Is that a complaint?” You teased.

“Absolutely not,” he said instantly, leaning forward to catch your lips in a soft kiss. “Just making it clear that I actually like you,” he told you more seriously.

“I like you too,” you replied with a small smile.

His thumbs began soothing circles overtop your pants, a soft tingling sensation overtaking your body from the sweet gesture. “How was your day, Kid?”

Your eyes widened at the question. Yeah, he liked you, but you had never had a person ask you about your day as you straddled them. As random as it was, your heart swelled when you noticed the genuine curiosity in his eyes. Damn, Min, who are you?

“Kind of long, actually,” you replied. “Better now, though.” With a soft smile, you leaned forward, brushing his hair off his forehead before placing a sweet kiss to the spot.

“Same,” he said simply, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your shoulder, leaving a linger kiss to your upper arm.

“Tell me about it,” you told him, bringing your hand to rest at the back of his head, massaging his scalp as you dug your fingers into his hair softly. Yoongi looked up at you, almost scrutinizingly, as he cocked his head to the side. “I want details, Min, don’t spare a thing.”

Yoongi attempted to hold back a wide smile, failing, as he directed his gaze to the empty sofa seat next to you both. Suddenly, he was leaning to the side, falling into a lying position, you falling with him. Facing each other as you both reclined on the couch, he began telling you about his day.

As you listened to the gently spoken words leave his pouted lips, you observed his features and basked in the tone of his voice, all while your body tingled from the drag of his fingers up and down your side.

You don’t know how much time went by as you both listened to each other speak about your days, bounced jokes off each other, laughed as you bickered, and opened up about insecurities within your respective jobs and where the future could take you both. As you spoke, Joji’s album In Tongues played on a loop.

The conversation never lulled, only falling into comfortable pauses occasionally. It wasn’t until Yoongi yawned, you teasingly sneaking your finger between his lips as his mouth closed, that you both realized how late it must have been. With his mouth closing over your finger, he pulled a feigned disgusted expression as he leaned back, grabbing your hand as he chuckled, bringing your limb to his lips, leaving a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“I have to be at dance practice at 6 in the morning,” he told you, a sadness overtaking the brightness of his orbs.

“You should probably head out then, huh?” You asked, smiling softly to show him it was okay.

“What time is it?” He questioned as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He hummed as he looked at the screen. Meeting your gaze, you raised your eyebrows. “2 am.”

“Oh?” Your eyes widened comically, Yoongi grinning at the expression. The man placed his hand at the small of your back, pulling you toward him so he could kiss your cheek softly. “You need to get home,” you mumbled, Yoongi humming dismissively as he pressed a series of kisses to your cheek. “Yoongi,” you whined through a giggle, Yoongi cutting you off as he moved his lips toward your lips.

You kissed him back. Of course, you did. Your lips moving together, both of you momentarily forgot about Yoongi’s impending departure. When Yoongi’s hand slid to your abdomen, fingers toying with the waist of your bottoms, he finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against your own as he sighed.

“I should go,” he spoke, his voice huskier than before, you clearing your throat as you nodded. You moved first, sitting up and stretching your arms over your head. Yoongi pulled his phone out to order himself a ride home, running a hand through his hair as he did so. “The car will be here in three minutes. A silver Toyota Camry!” He added with playful enthusiasm.  

You turned around to look at him, giving him a wide-eyed expression. “A silver Toyota Camry?!” He sat up, shoulders shaking in light laughter as he placed his large hand on the side of your abdomen, kissing your lips, your hand finding the side of his face as you kissed him back. “I’ll see you again soon, right?” You whispered against his lips.

“As soon as possible, Kid,” he assured you, kissing the side of your mouth. “You have my time, remember?”

You nodded. “I don’t think you know how happy that makes me,” you told him, a vulnerability in your tone that he had never heard before. Even as you talked throughout the night, bringing up topics of fear of failure, and of losing passion for your dreams and goals, that tone never appeared until just then, as you admitted how happy you were to have his time.

It was in that moment Yoongi realized how much it meant for you to let someone in and allow yourself to feel this way for them. The awareness brought a nervousness. What if he wasn’t enough? You watched as the thoughtfulness passed through his eyes, his mind traveling outside the current moment, and you suddenly felt uneasy.

Yoongi simply gave you a forced small smile, pressing one last kiss to your lips before saying a quiet, “me too, Kid.”

With that, he stood up and made his way to your door, you following behind. As he pulled the door open, you almost worried he was going to walk out without looking back at you, but of course he didn’t. Turning to look at you, he smiled, reaching for your hand and pulling you to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he brought his around the back of your neck.

“I’ll see you, Kid. I promise,” he told you, you nodding against his chest.

“I’ll be waiting, Honey Boy,” you assured him, Yoongi’s chuckles vibrating against your frame. He kissed the top of your head before stepping back, your arms falling to your side as he reached for the doorknob, preparing to exit the apartment. “Bring my scarf next time, you thief,” you teased to lighten the mood, Yoongi’s gummy smile spreading across his lips as his shoulders shook in laughter.

“I think I might keep it for a bit,” he said as he stepped outside your door. “As a safety net. I have to keep you around, Kid.”

“Oh, shut up,” you said sassily. “I think you know you have me.”

The smile slowly faded off Yoongi’s face as he stared at you thoughtfully. “I really hope that’s true,” he told you as you grabbed onto the door frame.

“You should kiss a girl before you leave,” you told him popping your hip out as you stared at him.

The gummy grin was back in an instant as he stepped toward you, placing a hand on your waist, bringing his lips to yours, though he hovered over them as he whispered, “As you wish.” He kissed you without hesitation, though the action didn’t last near long enough. You would kiss him forever if you could.

“Bye, Kid,” he told you through his adorable smile.

“Bye, Min,” you grinned right back, watching him as he left before closing your door. 

Looking around the apartment, it suddenly felt bland and empty. It was too quiet. Spotting the partially drank wine on the kitchen counter, you were struck with the realization that you were all in with Yoongi. All you could do as you cleaned up the glasses and recorked the bottle was hope Yoongi felt the same way. If not, there was no doubt in your mind that he would shatter your heart.

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[honeytae]

Don’t start something you can’t finish.

surprise, surprise, i’m back at it with smut! if smut isn’t your thing, don’t worry. my next few uploads are going to be pure fluff so this is the last one for a while. i hope you all enjoy some, i think, much needed hobi smut. i haven’t written smut for that man in so long :( anyway yeah, reader and hobi get a little more than heated before he leaves for a work trip. enjoy.

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy

genre: smut

warnings: unprotected sex, please always wrap it before you tap it i’m BEGGING

word count: 3.3k 

You exhaled a deep sigh as you sat down on the couch, giving into the heaviness of your limbs and laying down on the pillows perched on the side of it. You reached your arm over to the coffee table to retrieve the remote, deciding on a random romantic comedy you’d had on your Netflix list for a few weeks as you relaxed into the cushions behind you.

Your eyes began to close on their own, the ache you got from trying to pry them open again giving you the hint to give in and let them rest for a while.

You only realized that you had begun to doze off when you were startled awake by an insistent knocking on your door, pulling you from the alternate reality you were in back to your dark living room now that the sun had gone down. 

“Coming!” You called as the person on the other side of the door knocked again, lifting yourself from the cushions and stumbling sleepily to the front door. You twisted the knob, pulling the door open and smiling at the sight in front of you.

Hoseok was standing at your doorstep with his hands in his pockets, shivering slightly in the night breeze as he smiled back at you. 

Your eyes shamelessly drank him in, internally cooing at his cozy appearance. There he stood in his over-sized fleece coat and sweatpants, his hair parted in the middle to display more of his glowing bare skin. It was a classic airport look, which made you all the more puzzled at why he was here instead of boarding his flight to Europe.

“What are you doing here?” You furrowed your brows in confusion, causing him to laugh quietly at your mothering ways. 

“Nice to see you, too, baby.” He raised his eyebrows, opening his arms when you stepped toward him and wrapped your own around his torso. You sighed in content as you rested your cheek against the center of his warm chest, hearing his soft heartbeat pound against his rib cage as your ear pressed to the shirt he wore underneath his coat.

“You know what I meant.” You lightly hit his arm, Hoseok humming before kissing the top of your head lovingly. 

“I just wanted to say goodbye to you before heading to the airport. My bags are in the car and I’m leaving from here.”

Your heart swelled in your chest at that, pulling away slightly just so your chin could tip up to look at him with your bottom lip jutted out in a small pout.

“You’re such a good boyfriend.” You cooed, placing your hand on his cheek, swiping your thumb back and forth on the skin. 

Hoseok’s teeth were displayed to you as his smiled, your lips meeting in a short kiss as he met you halfway. 

“Come in, it’s cold.” You tugged on his sleeve, your boyfriend easily coming along with you into the warmer air of your home. You never separated, Hoseok guiding you carefully as you walked backwards through your doorway. 

The door clicked shut behind him as your bodies traveled farther down the hallway, Hoseok peeking his face into the living room at the dialogue coming from the television.

“What are you watching?” Hoseok pointed his gaze to the screen, arms wrapped around your torso and pulling you tighter against him as he pressed his cheek to the hair on the top of your head.

“I don’t know, actually. I fell asleep during one of those shitty rom-coms, this must’ve autoplayed.” You explained, looking at the screen with an equal amount of confusion as your boyfriend at the scene playing out in front of you. 

Hoseok picked his head up and leaned back to look at you, eyes wide in concern as he cupped your jaw, placing his forehead against your own as he soothed his thumb over your cheek. His eyes showed his worry, his eyebrows pushed together and a slight pout on his lips.

“Did you sleep last night?” He asked, making you sigh as you only shrugged in response.

“My baby.” He pouted further, his thumb soothing over your temple as his eyes swirled with concern.

“I’m okay, Hobi. I’ll go to sleep earlier tonight.” 

He looked at you for a moment, your dark circles giving you away despite the attempted reassuring smile on your face. Part of him wanted to push the issue, say that you were in fact not okay if you were dozing off at such an early hour. But the better part of him decided to drop it, promising himself that he would make time to video chat with you and ensure that you were taking care of yourself while he was gone. 

“You promise?” He raised his brows, voice softened as he wanted to avoid any unnecessary arguing. Now was not the time to fight with you.

“I promise.” You nodded, lifting your hand to poke at his pout with your index finger, making his lips twitch slightly before a giggle escaped him, you smiling instantly at the sound.

“Okay. You promised.” He reminded you, fingers pushing strands of hair back from your cheek and tucking them behind your ear.

“I did. And I will.” You assured him, brushing the tip of your nose against his, making him chuckle quietly as he returned the action.

It fell silent for a moment as you looked at each other, simultaneously caving to your desires and tipping your heads to meet each other’s pursed lips.

His lips felt heavenly, soft skin soothing over yours as every muscle in your body seemed to relax under his careful touch. Your hands slid into his soft hair, gripping it and eliciting a stuttered breath from his mouth into yours.

You whined as Hoseok sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it slightly to make you gasp, an open invitation for his tongue to slip between your lips. 

Your breathing became heavier as he continued his ministrations, snapping out of your trance when you felt Hoseok’s hand trailing underneath your shirt.

“Hobi.” You called his name, bringing him back to earth as he stopped his hand’s movement, placing his palm solidly on the warm skin of your stomach. 

His lips were red and swollen, yours probably looking similar, and his hair was now disheveled from your hands. He was panting, hot air escaping his mouth as he tried to steady the rising and falling of his chest. You admired his look, proud at the fact that you were the only one who got to see him like this. 

“We can’t.” You said half-heartedly, not entirely meaning the statement but knowing that getting into anything now would be risky. Way too risky. 

“Do you want me to stop?” He began to pull away, eyebrows raised in amusement as you pulled him back to you.

“No! I mean, um,” You cleared your throat, trying to recover from the obvious desperation in your tone, “Don’t start something you can’t finish. That’s all.”

“Hm. I wouldn’t leave you hanging, love - hey!” He yelped when you slipped your hand underneath his coat and pinched his hip, smiling in satisfaction when his cocky smirk fell from his face. 

“Rude.” He feigned offense, making you giggle before his lips quieted you again, the kiss full of need as his tongue wrestled with your own.

It wasn’t long before he was tucking his face in between your neck and shoulder, pressing his soft lips to the skin before trailing them up to the sensitive spot underneath your ear. He sucked a dark pink mark there, humming at your whimper of his name. 

“When’s your flight?” You asked breathlessly, sighing when Hoseok continued to press his lips on your neck in wet, open mouthed kisses.

“I’ve got time.” He shrugged nonchalantly, making you chuckle as you shook your head. The man carried himself with such confidence, it was truly admirable.

“Hobi.” You warned, Hoseok smiling back at you before slipping his fingers under the hem of your shirt again, soothing them over the skin of your stomach as he took a deep breath, using every last bit of composure he had to pause his actions.

His dark brown eyes filled with lust and determination as he stared at you, your eyes fluttering shut under his intense eye contact as you tried to regain control of yourself. 

“I’ll make it quick.” His hands slid down your body and around to the backs of your thighs, squeezing the flesh underneath your ass.

“Okay?” He looked to you for consent, his palms traveling up to rest on your behind, waiting for the go-ahead from you before going any further.

“Fuck, okay.” You nodded quickly, reaching forward to shove his sweatpants down his legs, making the man laugh at your sudden eagerness. Your last bit of self control had completely disappeared; now you were just completely desperate to get at it with Hoseok before he left. 

Hoseok lifted your shirt to your chin, pulling it the rest of the way off of your body as you lifted your arms for him. Hoseok unlatched the clasp of your bra with ease before throwing it to the floor, the sound of the metal on the fabric clicking against the wood as you quirked a brow at him.

“You do this often?” You teased, your boyfriend shrugging with a smirk.

“Morning noon and night.” He winked, laughing when you shoved his shoulder at his brutal honesty. You guys definitely had a healthy sex life, that’s for sure. 

You exhaled a deep sigh as Hoseok attached his mouth to your chest, tongue flicking at your nipple as his hands kneaded each of your breasts in his palms. You cupped his chin in your hand, guiding him away from your chest as he whined stubbornly. 

“We don’t have time, baby.” You reminded him, raising your brows at the frown he wore as he disregarded your words, leaning down to pay the same attention to your other breast as you let a soft moan escape your lips in response.

“Fuck, if your manager gets on my ass about this-“

“He won’t. I won’t let him.” He immediately cut you off, lifting his face in front of yours as he reassured you. He would never let anyone give you shit about his decisions. You’re his girlfriend, not his babysitter.

“I know you won’t. I’m just saying, I’ll tell him Jay Hope was in the building.” 

The moment was interrupted for a second as you both giggled, Hoseok leaning down to place his forehead on your shoulder. 

“God, you really are something else.” He picked his head up with a smile, shaking it lightly as his fingers gripped the waistband of your leggings.

“Whatever, just take my pants off, Jay.” 

Your words brought a scoff out of Hoseok’s lips, but he took your order with pleasure. He giggled with you when your leggings got caught on your foot, grabbing the tight fabric gathered at your ankles and tugging with an exasperated sigh. 

“God, you always make me work for it.” He teased you as he unzipped his jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it to the back of your sofa. 

You were practically drooling by the time his shirt came off, leaving him in just his boxers for only a moment before those were shoved to the floor as well. He nodded to your own underwear, watching with dark eyes as you pulled them down your legs and kicked them toward the front door in a wordless exchange. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his fingers tapped at the backs of your thighs, squeezing the flesh lightly. You quickly got the hint, jumping off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He gently pressed your back against the wall, hands gripping your hip bones to cement you there. You not so subtly bucked your hips forward, a chuckle bubbling in his throat at the needy action. You whined at his lack of reaction, grabbing his wrist from beside your thigh to place it just below your navel. 

Hoseok slowly slid his hand down between your legs, fingers slipping between your folds as you easily spread your legs for him. Mumbled threats fell from your lips as he traced his pointer finger around your clit, making Hoseok laugh before quickly stopping and giving in at the threat of no sex with you for a month.

Your breathing became increasingly labored as he drew circles on your clit, stimulating the swollen bud and making you dizzy in the head as you began to fall apart under his touch.

You felt your eyes roll back into your head when he added his fingers into the mix, slipping two of his slender appendages into your wet entrance while keeping his thumb rubbing over your clit. You gasped as he began scissoring his fingers inside of you, hitting your walls with each thrust and making you clench around him each time.

“Fuck.” You whined, your head thumping as it fell back against the wall behind you.

He took all the cues your body was giving him that you were close to your release and withdrew his touch from you, making you groan in disapproval as you began to softly rock your hips over his hard length in an attempt to get stimulation again.

“Baby, fuck.” He inhaled a shaky breath, grinding back into your hips instinctively before regaining control of himself, holding your hips steady again with one hand as he took his length in his other one.

“I love you.” He said softly as he leaned his forehead onto yours, his eyes shifting from your own down to where your hand was lining him up with your entrance. 

“I love you, too.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, Hoseok lifting his face to kiss you back, allowing you to melt under his soft and tender touch. Hoseok was really a nurturer at heart. It was something you deeply appreciated, especially since no other partners had ever gone out of their way like he did to ensure that you were properly taken care of on a daily basis.

You didn’t miss the way his breath hitched when his tip entered you, the heels of your feet pressing to the bottom of his spine to push his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt, gasping softly at the intrusion as he leaned down to kiss your neck.

“Oh my god. I promise I didn’t come for this, baby, but I’m definitely not complaining.” He chuckled breathlessly, dropping his forehead to your shoulder as he thrusted his hips into yours again. 

You giggled with him, quickly cutting off the sound with a soft moan as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, squeezing the flesh of your ass so that your chest pushed into his. The added feeling of your nipples rubbing against his chest had both of you moaning, you at the added arousal and him at the intimacy. 

You clenched your eyes shut as you tipped your head back to lean against the wall, mouth popped open as he snapped his hips into yours. You shifted up and down against the wall at his quick movements, whining when Hoseok kissed along your collarbone and opened his mouth on the skin. 

“Baby, come here.” You said breathlessly, Hoseok’s eyes traveling back up to you as he removed his lips from your chest.

You slipped your hand into the hair on the back of his head, guiding him back up to you to eagerly press your lips to his. You exchanged moans between each other’s mouths as he continued his pace, eager to get you to finish before he had to leave. 

He knew he had achieved his goal when your mouth opened against his, jaw dropping as you gasped sharply, muscles spasming around him as you whined his name.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned as you experimentally clenched around him, harsh breaths escaping his mouth as he climaxed, releasing into you with a soft moan. Hoseok placed soft kisses on your cheek, slowing his hips movements as he allowed both of you to ride out your highs. 

You were both breathless as he pulled out of you, Hoseok guiding your legs back down and steadying you against the wall with a flattened palm on your abdomen as he bent down to collect his clothes. 

“Come here, sweetheart.” He wrapped his arm around your back, boosting you up onto his hips as you wrapped your legs around his waist once again. He cradled you to his chest with a soothing hand on your spine, a comforting warmth radiating from his body to yours. 

Hoseok craned his neck to place a kiss to the top of your head as you rested your temple against his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne wafting from his warm skin. He began walking down the hallway to your bedroom, setting you down on the mattress and pressing a sweet peck to your forehead as your eyes closed sleepily. 

You felt the fabric of his clothes land on the back of your hand as he tossed them down onto the comforter, smiling as he cupped your jaw and squished your cheeks together with his thumb and pointer finger. 

You watched as he turned around to walk to your closet, smirking at the view you were given of his naked backside as he grabbed a hoodie and a pair of shorts for you, his hand reaching over into the drawer containing your underwear and retrieving a new pair of those as well. 

You busied yourself by turning his clothes the right side out, Hoseok turning around at the sound of you attempting to shake out the wrinkles in his shirt. 

“Nobody’s gonna care if my shirt is wrinkled after a flight.” He chuckled, smiling adoringly as you laid out his clothes across the bed for him to put back on. 

“Well, I care.” You smiled back, lifting your arms up above your head when he prompted you to. He carefully guided your hands through the sleeves of the sweatshirt, pulling it down over your head and settling the hem over your waist. 

He kneeled on the ground as he grabbed the clean underwear, holding them open for you to put your feet through, tickling the bottom of them in the process as he danced his fingers across the skin. You squirmed at the action, making him giggle as he pulled them the rest of the way up your legs. 

Once you were both redressed, you were, stubbornly, tucked into bed by Hoseok. You frowned at him as he laid blankets over your body, the man chuckling at your reaction. He reached a finger out to swipe at the tip of your nose, making you scrunch your features causing him to audibly coo.

“I’m gonna miss you.” He frowned, leaning down onto his elbows to cage your frame underneath him. You picked your head up off the pillows to kiss him again, Hoseok sliding his arm underneath your head to support it.

“I’m gonna miss you, too.” You replied with a sigh, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you looked up at him, him down at you.

He hesitantly tore his eyes from you to the alarm clock on your nightstand, groaning at the time displayed in red numbers as he prepared to stand. His eyes stared into yours, an intense look that had you raising your eyebrows in waiting.

“Take care of yourself. Please?” He asked, relaxing his features as you nodded in response.

“I will. Now go kick some ass, sunshine.” You reached for his hand, squeezing it in reassurance. 

Hoseok chuckled, leaning down to kiss you goodbye before standing, blowing a kiss at you as he began to back out of the room, switching the light off on his way. 

“Goodnight, love.” He called before exiting the room, leaving you to fall into a peaceful sleep, finally catching up on the rest you so desperately needed with some help from your boyfriend.

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[pitaparka]

between the devil and the deep blue sea

summary: you wake up to find your brother missing. you’re then met by two handsome boys in your motel room, who just so happen to have his key. they offer to help you find him.

pairings: jj maybank x reader / john b x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: a missing brother, teenage boys, and a whole lot of eventual unresolved sexual tension

a/n: outer banks. that is all. happy quarantine yall. big love.

It was jarring to wake up in the motel all by yourself. You hadn’t even heard him leave. 

It took you too long to notice. The room was plunged in darkness, and you took your time waking up, getting out of bed, brushing your teeth. You had only turned on the light when you had decided to get dressed. Which is when you saw the empty bed next to you. It was hastily made, but even the fact that it was made threw you off. He had never been one to make his bed, even back home. Especially not when he first woke up. Did he plan on not coming back? His suitcase was zipped up on one of the chairs at a small desk off to the side. It made your stomach drop to think about. In your PJs, you checked the bathroom, the closet (for good measure), and under the bed (just in case). 

You called his name, but there was no answer. You had woken up multiple times through the night, afraid of the windows exploding, or the door caving in. There were no sand bags or boards for your room. But each time, you were lulled back asleep during a calm in the storm. The noise plus the springy mattress had not allowed for a restful sleep, and you were out of bed as soon as it was reasonable.

Your bare foot hit the damp pavement stepping out of your motel room. Petrichor filled your nostrils. It was a refreshing change from the musty dank mess you had spent the night in, but it wasn’t much more comforting. You were still alone, and you had no clue why. There were men and women all over the motel balcony, working on moving large branches and surveying the damage. You were suddenly grateful you weren’t in one of the rooms on the end, that had large cracks in the concrete. You looked both ways from your room, but you hadn’t recognized anyone. Power tools drowned out the sound of children playing in front of the motel front down below you. There were mattresses put up against the railing. You were expected to check out today, and you had agreed on leaving early, but you didn’t want to leave without your brother. The only option was to wait for him. You returned to the room.

You figured a shower was in order. So you didn’t hear the knock until you came out, towel around your shoulders, fully dressed this time. Thank God. Because you heard the key turn in the lock and light filled the room and all the doubt plunged from your chest because your brother was back—

But he wasn’t. You stared from the bathroom. Two boys. Neither of them your brother.

“Huh,” one says, and you really take a good look at the two of them. Just in case you have to describe them to the police. 

Tall. Wavy brown hair. Hat backwards. Bandanna around his neck. The other one blonde. Short hair. Tank top. Really nice arms, but considering they’re breaking into your motel, you look past it. 

“Check the bag, see if there’s a name on there somewhere.”

A name. Why do they want your name? If they’re going to steal things, they might as well just take it. They’re both teenage boys. About your age. Tall. Probably taller than you, but you can’t tell. The blonde one shoves the key deep into his cargo shorts. They go to close the door behind them.

It takes them a second to notice you. You must look like a deer in headlights.

“How did you get in here?” You ask. You saw the key. Where did they get the key? Only you and your brother have keys, how did they—

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, we didn’t know anyone—” One of them starts.

“Fuck,” the other one says.

“We found this key, we just wanted to—” One goes to explain, but you’re more scared than they are.

“What are you doing here?” You ask

“We just wanted to see where this came from,” says blondie, holding up the motel key. “We wanted to just—”

“Yeah, we’re sorry, we’ll be leaving now,”  The brunette goes to leave, and the blonde goes to follow. The one with the key in his hand doesn’t let go of it. You need to know where they got that key from.

“No! Wait,” you say, and they stop in their tracks.

“Where did you find that key?” You ask. They look between each other.

“On a boat,” One of them replies. The other stares at him.

“What boat?” you ask. You can feel your heart thumping in your wrist. You leave the doorway and sit on your brother’s bed. The door to the motel room is slightly ajar. They, theoretically, could run and never come back. But they haven’t left yet. 

“We… we found it. At the bottom of a marsh.” Brunette says. You let out a shaky breath. What the fuck does that mean? Whose boat did he have? How did he learn to drive a boat? Why would he get on a boat, in the middle of a fucking storm?

Your phone rings on the table next to them. You rush over to it, and the boys move back a little bit. There’s no caller ID. You answer.

“Hello?” you stare at the boys. They stare back at you. They look invested now.

“Hi! Are you busy?” The person asks. It sounds like a man, but not your brother.

“Who is this? How did you get this number?” you say. Today, nobody feels like giving you their names.

“Is your brother there?” 

“No, he’s not here… who is this?”

“Ah, okay, sorry! Have a nice—”

“Who is this?” you demand, but the line goes dead. 

“Fucking great,” you mutter, and the boys are still there.

“Uhh,” one of them starts, “We’re just gonna go.”

You’d had enough. You were fed up with the cryptic messages of today. Your brother disappearing out of nowhere, these boys, the phone call. 

“Can you… Do you know where the boat is, still?” you ask. You run your hands over your face, exasperated. This day was shaping up to be one of the worst of your life.

They’re both silent for a beat, before Blondie speaks up.

“Yeah. We could, I mean, we could show you where it is. Why?” 

Brunette glares at him.

“I can’t find my brother. He left this morning… that’s his motel key. He doesn’t have a boat. I just… I don’t know what’s going on today.” you explain. Brunette gives you a sympathetic look.

“He might be at the store or something,” he suggests, but Blondie has other ideas.

“I’m JJ,” he introduces. He fishes the key out of his pocket and holds it out to you. You decline it.

“No, you can hold on to it. I only need one,” you say, and you lean over to open the drawer next to your bed. Your key isn’t in there. But your brother’s phone is. And a motel sticky note with a number on it

“Oh shit,” you say, and Blondie—JJ, leans over to look in the drawer. He takes out the paper.

“Guess you could use this key then, huh?” he says with a smile. You return it sadly, and take the key from his hands. He looks over the paper.

“Thanks,” you mutter. 

“What’s this for?” he asks inquisitively. 

You take it from his hands. It’s six random numbers. It means nothing to you.

“I don’t know,” you say, handing it back. He hands it over to the other boy. You get up, and move over to the side of the room where your shoes are. Where your brother’s shoes aren’t. 

You give Brunette a once over after you put your shoes on. 

“Who are you?” you ask, and he introduces himself as John.

“But he’s really John B.,” JJ clarifies.

“Is there more than one John?” you ask.

“Probably. It’s a popular name,” John B. says, leading the two of you out of your motel room. You’d have to leave before tonight. You have nowhere else to go, so maybe because of the hurricane they’d let you stay. Checking out the boat wouldn't take too long, right?

“You guys aren’t… serial killers, right?” you question after you lock the door behind you. This is a terrible idea, going with these boys you don’t know at all. But there have been worse ideas. Like your brother leaving early in the morning to steal a boat and sink it in the ocean. You know he can swim, but you can vividly remember him tiring easily at the lake you’d spend the summer at with your family together. Your heart breaks a little bit at the memory.

“Oh come on, could a serial killer look this good?” JJ says, flaunting his body. He playfully runs his hands over his chest and face, and John B. laughs at him.

“Come on, dude, you’re freaking her out,” he says, and looks back at you while you guys walk down the stairs. 

“No, we’re not serial killers. At least not today,” he smirks. You figured you were gonna regret this, but it was too late to turn back now. Besides, what would you do in the motel room until your brother got back. What if he did come back, and you weren’t there? 

Your heart races.

“Wait,” and the sound of their feet on the gravel stops. 

“What if he comes back? And I’m not there? I should at least leave a note or something, right?” you worry. 

“I mean,” JJ starts, “If I were you, wait—have you texted him?” he says.

“Yeah, it was one of the first things I did. But he didn’t take his phone with him.” you say, picturing his phone sitting in the drawer, halfway charged, your missed calls and texts the only notifications. You didn’t know his password either, so it’s not like you could snoop.

“Well, then I think the boat will be your best bet. I could dive down there and see if there’s anything else in it,” John B. suggests. JJ nods in agreement. It’s nice how they decided to assist you, but you can’t help but feel like there’s an ulterior motive underneath it all. 

“Why… I mean, thank you, but—why are you helping me?” you say as you walk with the boys. They’re easy to talk to, and you feel like you guys could be friends very quickly.

“We got nothin’ better to do,” John B. says with a smile, and you think how nice it would be to be a part of something.

“Oh shit, it’s the cops,” JJ says, and you and John B. look up immediately. 

“What are they doin’ here…” John inquires. 

“Do you guys know them?” you ask, and JJ gives you a look.

“Know them? We’re practically besties.” 

The way he says it doesn’t make you feel better.

“Let’s go, before they see us.” John B. says, and you follow them to a little boat moored on the shore. 

“This is what we found in the room,” JJ says as he gets closer. There’s two other people there.

“A girl?” the boy says. The girl just smiles at you.

“Hi,” you say, and introduce yourself to them.

“I’m Kie, that’s Pope,” Kie says, gesturing to Pope. They look nice enough. It’s a nice little crew they have, and you find yourself wishing you could have something like this. Maybe, just maybe, if things worked out, you and your brother could make a life here. Do something here. Be someone here. But first, you’d have to find him.

“We walked in and she was in the room,” John B. says.

“We thought someone called the cops on you. Look,” Pope says, gesturing to where they had pulled up. They were talking among themselves near their patrol car. 

“Yeah, we know,” JJ says. He holds your hand as he helps you onto the boat. His hands are firm and cold, but you realize you like holding them. He smiles at you, then John B. puts his foot on the side of it.

“Uh, where’s my hand JJ?” John B. asks, and JJ responds with a shove, almost pushing John into the murky marsh water as he loses his footing, half on the boat, half on the shore. John B. gives him a hard shove back, and JJ loses his balance, catching himself with one hand, that comes back wet and muddy. You look on in amusement, but Pope tugs on your shirt, moving you back a little.

“You might wanna move back,” he says, and John B. jumps onto the boat, JJ in tow. They run around the center console for a second, JJ chasing John B. with a muddy hand, and Kie pats the spot next to her. The boat was small, so you took the opportunity to sit down. 

“What’s your story?” she says.

“Hmm?” you hum, tearing your eyes away from JJ slathering the back of John B.’s shirt with half dry mud, flaking onto the boat and sticking to his shirt. Pope narrowly avoids the splash zone, gripping the edge of the boat. 

“I can’t find my brother. The key you guys found? That was his. And he doesn’t have a boat, so I don’t really know what happend. I wanted to go check out where it was, y’know?”

You felt better around Pope and Kie. They were the more level headed of the four, you concluded. Which is probably why they were on the boat and not breaking into your motel room. You unheedingly ran a hand over the key in your pocket, fiddling with the hem of your shorts. You wish you had brought sandals you noted, as some of the water on the boat saturated the canvas of your shoes, right above where the rubber sole ended. 

“That sucks. I’m sorry,” Kie apologizes, before JJ hops off the boat again. At the front, he undoes whatever knot he used to tie the boat to whatever waterlogged tree he could find there. With a strong push, he dislodges the boat from the shore, and just makes it back onto the boat before John B. turns on the engine.

“All aboard that’s coming aboard?” John B. cries out. 

“Aye aye Captain,” says JJ, moving to the front of the boat.

John eases the boat out of the motel area, and back into the marsh. 

“You ever been on a boat before?” JJ asks, taking a seat at your feet. You politely decline the beer he offers you. He shrugs and places it back into the cooler on Kie’s side.

“Uh, not one like this. I’ve been on a boat before though,” you say.

“What, you been on boats nicer than this one?” Questions John B. from the helm.

“Not possible. This is the nicest boat there is.” Pope replies sarcastically. 

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s my favorite part, the broken fishing rod holder or the helicopter engine on the back of this thing.” JJ says. You chuckle softly at his joke, but you find it endearing how John B. defends her. 

“Aw, don’t listen to them, Old Girl.” he says to the boat.

“You’re still my favorite,” John B. whispers to her, giving the wheel a little kiss.

Everyone laughs at him, and he grins, sitting a little taller in his seat. 

“Are you from around here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” Pope says, beer in hand. They can’t be of age, but it’s an island, so who cares.

“No, I’m not. My brother and I were just passing through, but the storm hit. We were supposed to leave two days ago, but there were no ferries coming in or out.”

“On your way somewhere?” Kie asks.

“Nowhere specific,” you say, and JJ laughs.

“Mysterious, I like it,” he gets up from his spot at your feet and stretches upward. The tank he’s wearing already shows off a lot of skin, especially his sides, but when he stretches, he exposes his stomach a little bit. He’s got an athletic build. I guess that’s what happens when you live on an island.

“What about you guys?” you ask, suddenly a little claustrophobic with all the attention. 

“Have you guys always lived here?”

“Yeah. We all grew up here. Been here since we were born.” Pope says.

“Hopefully not for much longer,” clarifies Kie.

You quirk a brow at her. She continues.

“There’s nothing left for us here. Nobody cares about us. If we can get out, we can probably do something with our lives.”

“Yeah. If I want to do anything worth doing, I won’t be working under my dad when I do it.” Pope adds. Everyone else seems to agree.

Everyone except John B.

“I think that’s it,” he says, slowing the boat down considerably and looking over the console to get a look at it.

You and everyone else crowd the side of the boat. You don’t like how it leans forward a little, with the weight of everyone on the bow of it. In the cloudy water, there sits a big hunk of something. If he hadn’t had pointed it out, you probably would’ve paid no mind to it. It reminds you a little bit of how the Titanic sank.

John B. all of a sudden has his shirt off and his sandals, hat discarded somewhere off to the side with his bandanna in it. He jumps headfirst off the side of the boat, toward the object in the water. 

“I hate it when he does that,” Kie voices, “He’s gonna crack his head open one of these days,”

“Let him,” JJ says, watching the water intently with the rest of you. 

The seconds pass by slowly, and you begin to worry about John B.

“Should we go get him?” Pope asks, but John B. answers by popping up out of the water, sputtering and coughing, wiping his face with his hands.

“Anything?” you ask hopefully.

John B. stares at you. 

“Well, it’s still a boat.”

“Great, John, that’s totally gonna reassure her.” JJ criticizes.

“I couldn’t stay under long enough to see what was down there,” John B. says, making his way over to the side of the boat.

“So? What now?” you ask. All hope is lost. You can only hope that your brother is waiting for you back at the motel. 

John B. shakes his hair dry like a dog, and then slicks it all back. You can see he’s prepared to let the sun dry him off. He looks at you whimsically.

“Actually, I know where we could get some scuba gear.”

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[seokiloquy]

Table for Two - Tsukishima Kei

AU: Regular 

Requested (I changed it a tad...thank you for waiting)

Tags/ Warnings: FEM! Reader, mild unhealthy relationship, mentions of alcohol/drinking, mild swearing, angsty (?)

Word Count: 3.3k+

 You distinctly remembered asking the waiter for a table for two. 

But you sat, unsurprisingly, at the dinner table by yourself. It should have been surprising though, being stood up on your fourth anniversary with Tsukishima. 

The people around you glanced at you with faces full of pity. Especially the people who were nearing the end of their dinner and had gotten there after you. You were even at the point where you wanted to accept their pity — at least they seemed more interested in your relationship than Tsukishima did. 

You closed your eyes, trying to make the tightness in your chest go away. 

After a moment, you took out your phone again, hoping to see a message from him. There wasn’t one. You tapped on Tsukishima’s contact. Your fingers hovered over the call button. Would calling again make you seem clingy? You didn’t even want to check all the text messages you sent him. 

You shook your head and gritted your teeth. He was the one who should have been here. It’s his fault. You weren’t clingy or needy. You were an idiot for still being with him. 

“Excuse me,” the waiter said. You looked up and mustered the best smile you could even though you had a feeling you were going to be asked to leave. 

The waiter held up a plate. “This is on the house from those ladies over there.” He gestured over to the bar where two women sat. They were in deep conversation, whispering to each other. 

You weren’t one to pass on free food, but still, you had to ask, “Are you sure?” 

He nodded and placed the plate in front of you. “Enjoy.” 

“Thank you.” 

You ate happily by yourself. You ordered all of the food you wanted and a fancy drink —that was way overpriced— but you didn’t care. You made your own money, and you were going to spend it. 

Halfway through the desert and five fancy drinks later, which you were starting to think had some form of alcohol in it, you pulled out your phone again. You took another bite of the sweet treat and held the phone to your ear. 

“Hello?”

“Yamaguchi?” 

“Hey, (Y/N),” he said. “How was dinner?” 

“Well, dinner was great. The food was amazing and I think I ate so much I could go into hibernation.” 

“You sound happy,” he said. You could hear his smile through the phone. “And not that I don’t like talking to you, but why are you calling? Aren’t you out with Tsukki? It’s your anniversary isn’t it?” 

You laughed mirthlessly. “You remembered! A gold star for Yams!” 

He paused. “(Y/N)? Are you okay? Do you mean that—” 

“Yeah,” you cut him off, “you remembered my anniversary. I remembered my anniversary. But the other half of my relationship didn’t. Or he did and just didn’t care.” 

“(Y/N)—” 

“And this drink I’ve been drinking,” you continued, “it’s heavenly. Maybe I should get another one.” 

“How long have you been there?” 

“Two hours? Three hours? Maybe more? Should my time waiting count? I don’t think I should, otherwise that would just be sad.” 

He sighed.

“Don’t do that.” 

“Don’t do what?” His voice softened. 

“Pity me. Everyone at this restaurant is pitying me— the waiter, the hostess, those two girls who sent me food; I can see it in their eyes when they look over at me.” You closed your eyes and choked down a sob. “I don’t want to be looked at like that. Anniversaries are supposed to be happy…” You trailed off. “But this isn’t why I called you. Can you pick me up? I don’t think I should drive.” 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t. I have another class in 10 minutes. I hate night classes. I could send someone to pick you up though. Someone you know.”

“Sure. Why not? What have I got to lose?”

“(Y/N)...Just stay there okay? I’ll pick you up in the morning and we’ll go back to the restaurant to get your car.” 

“Thank you, Yamaguchi. You’re a great friend. I should have more friends like you.” 

He chuckled. “Thank you, (Y/N). You can repay me with your biology notes.” 

“Done,” you said, nodding your head. “And, Yams, before you go...” 

“Yeah?” 

“I think—I think I want to break up with Tsukishima.” 

“You’re going to do great,” Tsukishima said. He kissed you on the forehead and brushed back a loose strand of your hair. 

You frowned. “But what if I don’t get the job? What if I mess up? What if they ask me why I want the job and I start telling them the plot of (favourite show) out of nervousness?” 

His lips tugged into a smile. “Then they’ll have a new show to watch.” 

“Tsukki,” you groaned. 

He sighed. “If you don’t get this one, then you’ll get the next one. Either way, I’ll be right next to you each step of the way.” 

“Each step of the way,” you muttered. You had believed him then, but now, you couldn’t differentiate his truths from lies even if you were sober. 

Where did it all go wrong? 

You had paid the check already, but the waiter let you sit at your table until the person who was picking you up came. You felt like you had a special bond with the waiter. It wasn’t like he got to see something like this every night. You hoped you were at least a little entertaining to him. Maybe you should take this act out on the road. 

A soft hand landed on your shoulder. You turned and were met with a familiar head of bright orange hair; the one from your childhood and only separated from you after high school. 

“Hey Shoyo,” you smiled. “I thought you were in a different country…You were right? I can’t really remember right now. Did Yamaguchi call you? You came here really fast.” 

Hinata returned your smile with a gentle one of his own and let out a small laugh. “Hey (Y/N). And I was. I came back to visit my family for a bit. Let’s go. I’ll bring you home.” 

He helped you out of your chair and guided you to the door. You were a little taller than him, but he held you strongly, unwavering from his steps even though you leaned most of your weight on him. You couldn’t tell if you were doing that because of the alcohol or the fact that you felt so shitty, you couldn’t bring yourself to take the full weight of the walk. 

“He filled me in a little too,” he continued. “Tsukishima’s an asshole.” 

A sad smile made its way to your lips. “He wasn’t always one. I remember that much.”

Hinata glanced over at you but didn’t say anything. 

Once you were buckled into the passenger side of the car, Hinata circled the vehicle and sat in the driver’s seat. He shoved the key into the ignition and turned it. You reached out and grabbed his hand that was on the gear shift. 

“Please don’t take me home,” you whispered. You blinked back the tears that were threatened to come up. You hadn’t cried all evening and you didn’t want to start now. “I don’t want to go home. I live with Tsukki and I don’t want to see him.” 

He hesitated. “Are you sure?” 

You nodded and released your grip on his wrist. 

Hinata drummed on the steering wheel for a moment. “I’ll take you to my house. Is that okay? My sister is sleeping at her friend’s house, but my parents are there. They are probably sleeping now though.” 

You nodded again. “Thank you.” 

Yamaguchi waited anxiously outside of Tsukishima and your apartment. His class ended a bit earlier than usual and he wanted to see how you were doing. Your conversation had jarred him a bit. He never heard you sound so uncertainly sad about your relationship with Tsukishima. 

He was there when you two got together and whenever you spoke to him about your relationship, it had always been good things. Lately, though, you spent less time talking about Tsukishima and more about random topics going on. 

Yamaguchi thought it was strange, but didn’t say anything. However, today solidified what he was thinking.

Hinata had texted him earlier that you were at his house, not wanting to come back to the apartment, and he knew that Tsukishima —besides the dinner he missed— wasn’t doing anything tonight. 

“Tsukishima!” Yamaguchi yelled, banging on the front door. “Open the door! I know you’re in there.” 

He heard the rustle of footsteps behind the door and after a few moments, it opened. Tsukishima wore lounge clothes and his eyes were tired behind his askew glasses. His hair was messy and wet. “Need something?” 

“What have you been doing?” 

Tsukishima shrugged. “I just got back from volleyball practice and I took a shower. My phone died a bit though, so if you called beforehand, I didn’t get it. I’ve been waiting for (Y/N) to come back.” 

Yamaguchi bit the inside of his cheek, his hands balling into fists. “You’ve been waiting for (Y/N)? Do you know what day it is, Tsukishima?” 

Tsukishima opened his mouth to say something and then hesitated, furrowing his eyebrows. 

“It’s your anniversary with (Y/N),” Yamaguchi answered, his voice cold. “And I only know because she has been talking about it for days, Tsukishima, days. How could you forget?” 

Tsukishima closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath as if he was in pain. He muttered something under his breath that Yamaguchi couldn’t make out. “Do you know where she is? Is she still— is she still at the restaurant?” 

Yamaguchi blinked. “No, she called me to pick her up because she was drinking a bit. I couldn’t, but I sent Hinata to. She’s probably at his house now.” 

Tsukishima ran back into the apartment. When he came back to the door, he reached over to the table beside him and fumbled for his keys. He grabbed a pair of shoes, stepped through the door, and closed it behind him.

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

Tsukishima glanced up. “I’m going over to Hinata’s. I’ll talk to you later, Yamaguchi.” He started towards his car. 

Yamaguchi froze for a moment and then ran after him. He caught up to Tsukishima just as he got to his car. “Wait! Tsukki!” 

“I really need to go,” Tsukishima said, unlocking the car door. 

“(Y/N)” —Tsukishima angled his head at him at the sound of your name— “she said that she wanted to break up with you when I called her.” 

Tsukishima’s grip on the door handle tightened. “Thank you for not leaving her alone.” 

Yamaguchi took a step back from the door and let him speed off into the dark street. He hoped that the shadows wouldn’t catch up with Tsukishima as he made his way to (Y/N). 

Hinata looked at you carefully. After your exchange in the car, you hadn’t said a word. He wasn’t used to not hearing you talk. You were always the first to ask him about his day when you were in high school, and even now, whenever the two of you got a chance to talk to each other, you’d talk for hours. 

His parents were sleeping by the time the both of you reached his house. Hinata set you both up in his room. He had laid out the extra bed for you— the one that you would always use when you slept over— and pushed it beside his. You had gone to the bathroom to take a shower and once you finished, you sat beside him quietly as he took out his laptop and pulled up a streaming site. The opening credits of your comfort movie started. 

Halfway through the opening scene, you turned to face him. Hinata wasn’t even watching the movie; he was watching you out of the corner of his eye. 

You bumped your shoulder against his. “I’m okay. You can stop watching me.” 

He tore his gaze away from you and back to the screen. “It doesn’t seem like it. Yamaguchi sounded really worried when he called me.”

“Yamaguchi is worried about most things.” 

Hinata shrugged. “It was different this time.” He snuck another glance at you. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

You scoffed. “Would you want to hear it?” 

“If it would help you, then yes.” 

You paused and watched the movie for a bit. After a moment, you reached out and paused the movie. You leaned back into the wall. 

Hinata turned his attention towards you. “(Y/N)?” 

“Normally, when he would miss out dates, he’d call or text me and I would go home.” You swallowed. “I didn’t mind because sometimes you just have to do things whether you wanted to or not and those dates would just clash with each other. Then I started planning them when he would have nothing, but I only got nothing in return. I spent so many nights at home alone, I was as good as single.” 

Your eyes burned. Your throat felt like it was going to close off at any moment. Hinata put his hand over yours, but you couldn’t meet his stare. Your voice wavered as you said, “I didn’t think he’d miss this one.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. He gripped your hand tighter. “You don’t deserve that.” 

You wiped the back of your hand against your cheek. You played the movie again and rested your head on Hinata’s shoulder. 

“I know.” 

Tsukishima sat in his car outside of Hinata’s house. 

He held his phone tightly in his hand. He had been sitting there for the worse of ten minutes, scrolling through all the text messages that you had sent him that he missed. 

He was the worst person in the world. How could he forget his anniversary with you? He even remembered you telling him throughout the week all the details.

Life was catching up to him, Tsukishima thought, but his life also included you. 

There were no excuses. All that he could do now was apologize and see if it would be enough. 

She said she wanted to break up with you. 

He didn’t think it would. 

Tsukishima opened the car door. Slowly, he walked up to the front door. He raised his hand to ring the doorbell, but the door swung open before he could. 

Tsukishima blinked. “Hi.” 

Hinata nodded in acknowledgement. Though Tsukishima still towered over Hinata, he seemed more intimidating than Tsukishima remembered. Hinata’s eyes were set in a bored glare, like his time was better spent doing something else. 

“Did you know I was outside?” 

“I saw you through my window,” Hinata said. “I waited until you walked up to the door though. I don’t want you to wake up my parents by ringing the doorbell.” 

“Sorry,” Tsukishima mumbled. 

Hinata crossed his arms. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” 

“Can I— can I see her?” 

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” Hinata clicked his tongue. “At least not now.” 

“Hinata—” 

“She’s sleeping,” Hinata interrupted. His voice was cold and quick. “You really hurt her, Tsukishima. And it’s not up to me whether or not (Y/N) forgives you, that’s up to her. But, right now, she’s in my house; she’s tired and sad, and you can’t see her.” 

Tsukishima sighed and brought up a hand to rub his eyes. “Fine. Just tell her to come back home okay?” 

“I will.” 

Hinata took a step back and began to close the door. 

Tsukishima raised a hand to the door, stopping it just before it closed. Hinata’s eyebrows shot up and loosened his grip on the door. 

“Need something else?” 

“Put a lot of blankets on her.” 

“What?” 

Tsukishima swallowed and looked down. “(Y/N). She likes having a lot of blankets on her when she’s sad. She says it feels like a hug.” 

Hinata nodded and shut the door.

Your legs felt like lead as you walked up the steps to your apartment. 

After you woke up, Hinata’s parents made you breakfast and offered to let you stay as long as you liked. Even though you really wanted to, you were never someone to run away from your problems. It just sucked when the problem was with the person who was supposed to be your salvation. 

Yamaguchi had picked you up at Hinata’s house to drive you back to the restaurant where you had left your car. Both Yamaguchi and Hinata accompanied you there and wouldn’t leave until you reassured them that you were going to be okay no matter what the outcome was when you got home. 

Even if you left your apartment again that day with or without a relationship, you’d still have people who would care about you and that was enough. 

You twisted your key and opened the door. 

Tsukishima was sleeping on the couch, his head propped up on his hand and he was covered underneath a pile of blankets. 

You kicked off your shoes and walked over to him. 

“Kei,” you said, shaking his shoulders. “Wake up.” 

He jumped slightly as his eyes blinked open. The moment he caught your eyes, he threw the blankets off him and stood up. 

“Hi.” 

“Why are you sleeping on the couch?”

Tsukishima glanced behind him to where the door of your bedroom was. “It felt empty.” 

You bit your tongue. “At least you know how it feels.” 

He flinched and took a step away from you. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” 

“For what?” 

“For everything,” he said. Tsukishima raised his head to look at you. “For cancelling our dates, for missing our anniversary. For everything.” 

You raised your eyebrows dully. “One apology for months of treating me like crap? Do you even have a reason for flaking out on me? Is it even a good one?” 

“I was at volleyball practise.” 

A ball of rage filled your chest. “You were at volleyball practice every time you missed a date. You were practising a sport while I sat alone at a table for hours waiting for you yesterday. Is that what you’re telling me?” 

Tsukishima didn’t say anything. 

You closed your eyes. “Am I always going to come second to that? Cause if I am then. . .” You broke off, shaking your head. 

“You’re not,” he said. Tsukishima was breathing hard like he had been running. “You won’t ever be again. Please, (Y/N). Believe me.” 

You wanted to, you really did. But how long would it be until you would have this conversation again? Argue about the same things over and over again. You didn’t know if you’d be able to take it. As much as you hated feeling the way you did, knowing that you deserved better, you deserved what you wanted too. And you wanted Tsukishima. 

Would it be enough?

Hi everyone! I managed to squeeze some time in to write this one cause it was requested a while ago (really sorry about that). School sucks. Lots of work. The usual stuff. 

Hopefully you liked this one. I left the ending open because it was really hard for me to think of an ending for this...I know that sounds kind of bad, but there are a lot of ways this story could go. (Y/N) could choose to break up with them or not, but I kind of want to leave that up to you to decide because everyone has different feelings and experiences to this type of thing. 

I’ve never been in a relationship, so I wouldn’t really know. But I think that I would break it off… what would you do? 

As always, thank you for reading - Kiwi 

P.S. If I’m lucky and have enough time, the third part of the Language of Flowers is coming soon. It’s a long one. (If any of you are interested in that) 

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To Build a Home

deatheater!seungcheol x gryffindorprincess!reader

warnings: this is a brutal chapter. there will be fighting, and curses, and blood and a lot... of rage and unchecked craziness. there are two incredibly tortured souls in this chapter, so this will hurt. this will not be an easy chapter to read. this is also my first action scene ever, so i hope i was able to write it the way i pictured it in my head! as my amazing beta @minigum​ said, “ jesus i mean this in the best way possible but that was hard to read” i love you hahaha length: 3.9k

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Chapter Four

//

He was your first kiss.

It happened in fourth year. 

He mumbled over his words, and his face was burning red when he pulled away, but you thought he was the cutest boy you’ve ever laid eyes on.

He even apologized after the kiss was over, and all you could do was laugh because of course he would. 

Awkward and clumsy, he kept muttering things to himself. 

But it was your first time too, you reassured him. You were positive that your kissing was atrocious.

You didn’t know what to do with your lips. Keep them closed? Keep them open? What are you even supposed to do with your tongue?

But even through his stuttering, he insisted that you weren’t a bad kisser. 

He looked you straight in the eyes, growing redder by the second, and whispered how amazing you were.

But of course he would say that. He was always so sweet. 

Sweet, precious Seokmin.

He was your first kiss.

//

You wake up with acid burning in the back of your throat. Rushing to the bathroom, you collapse in front of the toilet and bend over. You’re dry heaving and gagging, but nothing comes out because your stomach was already emptied out last night after the end of Jun’s Dark Report.

Bubbles of spit hang from your chapped lips as you let out a guttural sob. It hurt. It hurt so much to think about him. All you could remember was the way Seokmin used to smile at you, how he used to always save a seat for you next to him in class, or how he’d sneak a treacle tart under his robes to give you before your quidditch practice. It was all you could see whenever you closed your eyes. 

Always smiling. Always happy. 

That was Lee Seokmin.

You’re gasping with your head down when a furious knock on the door startles you.

“This is a shared bathroom, must I remind you?”

Spitting into the toilet, you wipe your lips angrily and stand back up. It was Seungcheol, and he was ready to ruin your day first thing in the morning.

“Five minutes,” is all you can rasp out, the words are raw and painful in your throat.

You could almost hear his fist hesitating on the door.

He clears his throat. “Just leave the door open so I know it’s unoccupied then.” and he walks away.

//

The same clothes from yesterday hang from your weary body. You did not care. It was wrinkled and worn in the elbows and knees, and it probably also smelled a bit like sweat after yesterday’s duelling. Even still, you did not care.

There were quiet murmurs and gentle shuffling coming from the kitchen, and you could see that everyone was already gathered. A sharp, astringent smell hits you in the face before you even walk into the room.

“Firewhiskey? Really?” Your nose scrunches up in disgust. There were seven glasses lined up on the edge of the dining table. Mingyu was halfway done filling them up with an almost empty bottle of Ogden. “This is the first bloody thing we’re going to have in the morning?”

Mingyu continues to pour the whiskey into the rest of the glasses as a silent response.

“It’s for Seokmin,” Jean answers for you. “Apparently, this is what they do whenever someone they know has passed away.”

“You always need someone else to answer for you?” you spit out bitterly and roughly drag out a chair. “Thought your favourite thing to do was mouth off.”

Wonwoo sighs deeply as he takes a seat next to you.

“What? Got something to say?” Turning to glare at him, you notice the bags under his eyes have gotten darker since the day before.

“You think this is easy for us?” Wonwoo says softly, voice sounding weak. “Night after night, listening to see who else we lost? Who it will be this time?”

You raise a brow, just an infinitesimal amount, because you were surprised to see such a touching amount of emotion from the snakes, even if it was just a sniff.

“Didn’t think you cared,” you confess, eyes falling down on the glasses that were now all full with amber liquid. “Didn’t think anyone else really cared. You snakes never talked to anyone outside of your house.”

“But it’s not like he wasn’t our classmate,” Minghao muttered as he pushed a glass towards everyone. “It’s not like we didn’t sit next to him in class for six years.”

No one said a single word. The room was disturbingly silent except for the sound of glass being dragged across the wooden table.

“It’s not like we didn’t know him,” Minghao finishes, somber and quiet.

Seungcheol is the only one sitting back comfortably in his chair. His eyes are turning up towards the ceiling, looking unphased and detached.

Gripping onto your glass tightly, you glowered at him even though his focus was elsewhere and raised your shot of whiskey. 

“To our friend. To my friend.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, refusing to shed a tear in front of him. “You were taken from our world too soon. We’ll miss you.”

The firewhiskey burned like acid and it spread heat across your neck and cheeks. You wanted to cough, but even that you swallowed down. You will not show him a moment of weakness. Not in front of him. Not ever.

Mingyu starts to collect the empty glasses, but Seungcheol is already pouring himself another shot. He downs it like water and grabs the bottle again.

“Cream and sugar, right?”

Wonwoo slides over a teacup, the sweet scent of bergamot wafting gently in the air. It was your favourite cup of tea. Looking up, you saw that Wonwoo was already staring at you with a stoic look on his face, but even still, behind his blank expression, you could tell that he was full of unsaid words. You nodded at him in wordless gratitude and got up.

You skip breakfast and go right back up into your room.

//

No one wants to practice duelling, but Mingyu forcibly pulls the group together with the help of Minghao.

“We must stay vigilant,” Minghao says. “Always.”

It must’ve rained earlier in the morning, you could feel it in the air in the first breath you take. The humidity and fog feel heavy in your lungs. One by one, everyone shuffles out to the back of the cottage, the mucky ground immediately caking up the soles of everyone’s shoes.

Jean steps out to face the rest of the group. “I volunteered to be the Watcher today,” she speaks up and holds up a brown hat. “Pairs will be picked at random—”

Her hand digs in and quickly pulls out two small pieces of ripped paper. “Mingyu and Minghao,” she says and slides her boyfriend a soft smile before sticking her hand back in again. “Our second pair is Trinh and Wonwoo, which leaves— well, you two— together.”

A puff of misty cloud leaves your lips at a deep exhale.

It’s him. It’s him. It’s against him.

You grip your wand so tight, you can feel your knuckles turning white.

Breathe in… Breathe out... 

You must stay calm. You will not let him get to you.

This is a duel. A duel meant for training, and no matter what history you had with him, you can not let him get to you. You will fight the best you can, and you will teach yourself how to get stronger, better, and faster.

You draw up a mask, hiding your resentment behind smoke and mirrors and stand at the ready.

Minghao pats your shoulder lightly. “Try not to kill each other, alright?” You could just hear the smirk in his voice. How irritating.

Seungcheol walks over to your side at a leisurely pace, staying a good distance away with his wand still in his pocket.

You need to stay focused.

He’s in front of you, languid as ever, with his head cocked to one side and his hand tucked in his pants pocket.

Breathe in… Breathe out…

He’s twirling his wand between his fingers.

Stay focused.

“You hate me,” he says suddenly. 

“Trying to start something before we even begin?” You say flatly. “I’d like to get a fair fight.”

He bares his teeth, showing you a crooked, gummy smile. “Who says you won’t get one?”

The others have already begun their duelling. There are shouting and explosions all around you.

“You hate me,” Seungcheol repeats again, licking his lips.  “You hate me quite a lot.” He says it so matter of factly, your jaw drops with the sheer audacity he had as if the hatred between you two wasn’t a living, breathing thing that’s been birthed since year one.

“Of course I fucking hate you,” you scoff into the cold air. “I’ve spent the last six years of my life hating you because you made it your fucking life’s mission to destroy mine.”

“And did I do it?” Seungcheol grins wickedly. “Did I destroy it?”

Breathe in… Breathe out...

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

Seungcheol laughs. Open-mouthed and sounding so real, so genuine. His head shakes as a wide smirk spreads across his face, his hair falling forward, almost hiding his eyes from you. This bastard was taunting you.

The glee on his face is almost sadistic. “So why don’t you show me?”

It cracks. A single pin was all you needed to drop for your mask to break, and the anger you were so desperate to repress was bubbling through.

“Confringo.”

A ball of fire expels itself out of your wand and Seungcheol easily steps out of its way. Dirt exploded into the air when it hit the earth behind him, and he brushes the soil off his hair like it was nothing but a mere nuisance.

“Oh come on, Princess,” he drawls. “You’ve got to be better than that.”

In a pile next to the backdoor, you spot a stack of twigs used for firewood. “Oppugno!” you shout, and the broken pieces of wood shoot towards him like arrows.

With his crooked smile never leaving his face, he waves his wand almost lazily and the kindlings disintegrate the moment it touches his shield charm. 

“Oh, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to fight against you. Gryffindor’s perfect fucking Princess—”

“Reducto!”

Seungcheol blocks the spell again and scoffs. “You’re mad, aren’t you?” His wand waves again, and this time a red beam shoots out. Half a second too late, you step away and the attack spell grazes your right shoulder. “Show me your anger!” Another red beam shoots out from his wand. “Come on, Princess! Show me!”

“Shut up— shut the fuck up!” You snap, raising your wand to aim it directly at his face. You’re embarrassed at how shaky your hand is. “Don’t call me that, don’t ever call me that again.”

He snorts. “And why not?” He rolls his eyes, twirling his wand between his fingers again. “It’s what everyone calls you—”

“But not you, never you— never, ever, ever— expulso!”

It was mind-numbingly infuriating, watching each and every one of your spells being deflected by him. He threw them all to the side like they were crumpled up pieces of paper and walked over them as they still sizzled on the ground. How could he have gotten so much better than you at duelling? He was never better than you at it. You had always defeated him in class, hadn’t you? You were only away from school for one summer— 

He is laughing again, but this time he’s roaring so hard, he’s doubled over with his entire upper body quaking.

“You— you’re actually tryna blow me up?” He gasps out between each heaving breath. “You hate me— so much, you want me in bloody bits and pieces all over the house?”

You cannot help your own bark of laughter that bursts out. “You don’t fucking get it, do you?”

The wind picks up and a frosty chill penetrates through your jumper as his merriment slowly dies down. “Get what?” He straightens back up, a smile still on his face. “You’re going to have to elaborate, sweetheart.”

“You…” Seokmin is smiling inside your head again, and the crack splits, branching out into a thousand different splinters. “You just...”

“Just?” He echoes, a brow quirked in amusement. “Are you forgetting your words now?”

Seungcheol, with his perpetually haughty face, was a devastatingly painful reminder of your reality, one that painted a harsh contrast to Seokmin who had always brought you happiness and comfort. He was staring at you, patronising you with so much arrogance, the anger broke through. Spurting out through the cracks, hissing and steaming as it dribbled down the mask you tried so desperately to hold together.

 “You just fucking sat there,” you ground out. “Like he didn’t even matter. Like you didn’t even know him.”

“Who?” His hand drops to his side. “That Hufflepuff? Are we still going on about him?”

It is terrifying how genuinely confused he looks.

“He was our classmate!” He deflects another confringo with a quick snap of his wrist, and you wail in anger. “Six years! Six fucking years we spent together with him!”

Seungcheol’s expression drops suddenly, wrist flicking away another spell. A vacant look replaced in his eyes. “Just another mudblood,” he said flatly. “Must I care about every dirty little mudblood in our school?”

“D-don’t care?” You can’t help the stutter, alarmingly disturbed at his lack of emotions. “He’s dead, and you don’t even care?”

“Our entire country has run amok with mudbloods. Am I expected to grieve for all of them?” he drawls, exasperated.

“Don’t care…?” you murmur to yourself. Your guts are twisting in horrified confusion. “Don’t care… You don’t care...”

“What was that, sweetheart?”

Blood drains from your face as the realization slowly dawns on you.

“You don’t care,” you repeat, louder, fiercer.

He rolls his eyes. “Think we already established that—”

“Shut it!” Snapping, your wand is drawn up again. There is a fury burning deep within your veins now. “You don’t fucking care because you’re a killer— a murderer! A murderer just like him—”

His face twists. “Don’t—”

“That homicidal monster that you call your Lord! You’re just like him!”

Seungcheol’s face contorts painfully into something angrier, something darker. “You have no idea what you’re talking about…”

It gave you an unsettling type of pleasure watching him. You want him to feel angry. You want him to feel your pain. He was, after all, the one who brought all this pain onto you.

“You’re a murderer—”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Just like him—”

“Sectumsempra.”

It was a spell you did not know.

Your protego was barely brought up, so his spell sliced through like butter. You could feel it. Deep lacerations spread rapidly, marking your chest and left with gore. You did not even need to look down to see how much you were bleeding. The blood is already seeping through your jumper, ruby red blossoming quickly from the centre of your chest.

But you do not feel any pain. There is no stinging, or aching, or throbbing. There is only anger.

Even the sight of blood must have shocked Seungcheol. He takes several steps back, frozen stiff and unmoving for just a few moments, a few seconds more than he should have allowed himself.

“Diffindo.”

It is your first hit of the day, and the spell lands directly in the middle of his chest. His white shirt rips violently open as he gets blasted nearly ten feet behind him, crashing violently into a tree before falling to the ground. Seungcheol’s face is buried into the ground, and you find yourself gasping for air, your jumper feeling heavier and heavier by the second.

Strength is draining from you, but you take slow and deliberate steps towards him.

“You’re full of shit, Seungcheol.” Blood is dripping from your fingertips, leaving scarlet dots pebbled on the grass below you. He struggles to sit back up. “You’re a monster, a fucking monster, just like him—”

He’s laughing again, but this time he sounds almost hysterical. Propping himself up, his grimy hand is firmly pressed just under his collarbone, fingers gripping the tattered bits of his shirt together as a deep red spreads rapidly on his shirt.

“Is this funny to you?” you whisper, and kneel down in front of him, doing absolutely nothing to try and stop your own bleeding. Fingers, disturbingly still, reach over to touch his cheek, painting his almost translucent skin with your blood. “Was this the fight that you wanted?”

The laughter fades, and his smile falters. You’re blinking slowly, trying to memorize the way he stops his breathing, but all you can notice is the agonizing way his eyes twist and wring, and it does nothing to ease the pain in your own heart.

“You’re a mudblood cunt,” he finally breathes out in a vicious whisper, and your hand slides off, his cheek left with the trails of your fingerprints. “You will never understand.”

There is a ferocity now, a dark and dangerous energy coming back into his eyes. “You did not win,” Seungcheol hisses and he pushes himself up. Blood is trickling from his neck and collarbone, and flowing over onto his milky white skin. It drips when he stands, and it lands on your face when you look up, leaving tear-like marks as they roll down your cheeks and lips. Towering over you, he’s breathing hard as angry puffs of smoke leave his chapped lips.

“You did not win,” he repeats cruelly, “But this is over.”

A numbing ache takes over your body. You aren’t sure if it was from the cuts still spreading on your body, or if it was because you were holding back tears, but Seungcheol is storming back into the house now, and you are left alone on the cold, muddy ground.

All you can see is red.

The only thing you are aware of doing is breathing, and that was because it hurt. There is a sharp, piercing pain every time you take a cold breath, and it makes your heart race faster and faster. So despite the frigid weather, all you can feel is a raging fire because how dare he? How dare he just walk away from you?

Using your good arm to help yourself up, you follow him. It’s only a few long strides until you reach the house, and the backdoor is left open in Seungcheol’s wake. Finding him is as easy as following the trail of his footprints, mixed with both mud and blood, it leads you straight into the common room.

Wooden drawers are being slammed open and shut, and you find him searching for something in the cabinets next to the fireplace. Be it ointments or bandages, you did not care. One stomping foot after another, you charged in, wand at the ready.

“Fuck you, Choi Seungcheol.”

His hand freezes, his body turning towards you slowly. “Don’t— don’t come near me…” he warns.

“This is what you wanted,” you fire back angrily. “You started this, and now you want to just end it?”

“I told you this was over,” he growls, hand swigging over to grab onto the tip of your wand. The wooden cabinet is stained crimson with the marks of his fingers.

“And who the fuck do you think you are to decide that?” You step closer. His blood seeps into the cracks of your wand. 

“Is that why you followed me?” He cracks a crooked smile, bloodied lips bent furiously. “To end this fight?”

“What if I am? What if I want to finish this bloody fight with you—”

“Then do it.” He tugs roughly on your wand, jerking you closer to him. “End it then. End me.”

“What— No, that’s not—”

“Fucking do it,” He says, gripping onto your wand even tighter and forcing it to the centre of his chest. “Fucking end me! You can’t miss, Princess.”

His voice is sticky sweet, but the venom is dripping off his lips. The mania is swirling in his eyes, and all you can see is the look of a deranged man losing it before your very eyes. 

For the first time in your life, Choi Seungcheol has scared you speechless.

“No— stop—”

“Just another fucking murderer, aren’t I? Don’t you want to kill me?”

“I don’t—” 

“Fucking pussy,” he spits at your feet, his disgust and malice mixed in with his blood and spit. “Could’ve left me dead just like your precious little friend. Where’s your fucking Gryffindor courage now? ”

The mask shatters. A million pieces are crumbling down, and everything that you’ve feared, loathed and dreaded inside of you comes bursting through, gushing out like a waterfall that broke through a dam.

The punch lands harder than you think and Seungcheol lands on the ground. His head makes a heavy thud, and your muscles are moving faster than your mind. You’re on top of him before you can even comprehend what you’re doing, knees placed on his sides to lock him in place.

All you can see is red. 

Fists are pounding into his face, and it doesn’t even feel like they’re yours because blood is splattering all over his face and yours. Every muscle and bone in your body is screaming in anger, anger, anger.

There is a mad cackle in the air, and you don’t even realize that it’s coming from you. The pain of losing Seokmin is bruising your heart, and it hurts you, it hurts so damn much. Seungcheol does not even attempt to stop you, and it only enrages you more. He is just lying there, with his eyes looking blissful with a wide smile on his face. It angers you so much, you can not help but laugh. His porcelain fucking skin paints brighter and brighter in red.

Why? Why? Why? 

Why does he not hit you back? Does he not hate you? Does he not want you gone?

You sob in the midst of your laughter because your long-awaited rampage gives you no sense of satisfaction.

Someone wraps their arms roughly around your chest, and you are violently ripped off, feet dragging on the carpet that you’ve managed to ruin once again. Every inch of your skin is screaming in agony and your wand is ripped away from you. All you can do is cry and cry and cry as you’re being dragged further away from him.

All you see is pain.

Seungcheol slowly sits up. His face is absolutely destroyed bloody with bruising already started to form. His eyes are dead, but he’s smiling again. Always that crooked fucking smile.

All you see is blood. 

There is so much of it. It is on his face, and his clothes, and the carpet, and on that armchair that you like so much. You look at the carpet and wonder which puddle of blood belonged to whose.

All you see is red.

It is wet. The bloodsoaked carpet feels damp underneath your hands, and the smell of it is hanging so thickly in the air, you can almost taste it on your tongue. Your vision blurs, and you can’t even tell if you’re breathing anymore.

There is a whisper. “Vulnera sanentur.”

All you see is black.

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