#stop telling me to watch this three hour movie where nothing happens
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✧ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | luke hughes (feat. quinn + jack) ♔
summary: the relationship between the hughes brothers is special, but the bond between quinn, jack, and luke’s girlfriend is something else or four times quinn and jack were there for luke's girlfriend when she couldn’t tell luke or luke wasn’t availble
warnings: finals (physics), stress, crying, mean comments, threats, fighting, car breaking down/running out of grass, being followed, angsty + fluffy, asshole luke
notes: happy almost (or now) new year everyone! i still have three hours (central time different fr). for the finals one you can pick whatever you want but i suck at physics so i put that but you can put math or something related to your own major if you want, also I gave you a 4.0 bc i can and it made sense for this. I tried to do as much with quinn and jack but my luke side was coming out a lot in the second and last one.
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The One with the Finals | Quinn ~ Winter of 2023
The day before her physics final, y/n was in tears. There were papers not only all over her desk but on the walls and the ground as well. The whiteboard that hung in her apartment was littered with kinematics equations and a bunch of random vocabulary words that probably weren’t necessary for her final.
More tears sprung in her eyes as she looked at her review guide, “Who the fuck knows this shit?”
Her roommates had already gone home, finishing their finals the day before so she was alone. It was almost 7 and she had been studying for six hours, maybe more. She knew she should stop and take a break, make some dinner, maybe even watch a movie, but she couldn’t, not now, not when her grade was on the line.
She was so close, oh so close to being done but the last question was too much for her. It sent her brain into overdrive, the wires were crossed, and nothing made sense anymore, not that it ever did anyway. She let out a noise, a cross between a groan and a whine, and threw her notes down and her pencil across the room.
She took a peak at her phone and noticed the mass amount of messages from her boyfriend, a few from her parents, and a few from Luke’s family. The boy was so worried that he made his parents and Quinn and Jack text her just to see if she would answer, but she didn’t.
Now, no offense to Jack (but offense) and no offense to Luke, but they weren’t always the brightest of the bunch. Which is why she called Quinn, tears still obviously present.
“I’m going to fail.”
“Y/n? Luke’s been calling you for hours.”
“Yes, I know. I was studying for physics, and I’ve concluded that I’m going to fail.”
Quinn sat up from where he was lying on his bed, “No, you’re not.”
She let out a sob, “I am and then I’m going to get kicked out of school and everyone’s going to make fun of me and then Luke won’t want to date me anymore and then you guys will stop talking to me-”
“Hey! Calm down, none of that is going to happen because it’s not possible, y/n/n. What’s your GPA right now?”
“A 4.0.”
Quinn laughed, “Stop being so hard on yourself. You’re fine. I promise you, but if you feel that badly about it, I’ll help you study.”
“Really?”
“No, I’m fucking with you. Of course, I’ll help you. You’re my favorite sibling after all.”
“I’m not even related to you.”
“Yet.”
Y/n sent the PDF of the review guide to Quinn, who now sat at his desk on his computer. The two talked and studied with one another before Quinn realized the lack of color in the girl’s face, “Have you eaten yet?”
Y/n looked at him and then quickly looked down shamefully, “No.”
Quinn looked like he was going to yell at her but in reality, he was just worried, and the tiniest bit frustrated with her for not taking care of herself, not that he would ever tell her that though, “Go make dinner, you can bring me with if you want. I’ll even make my own.”
“But-”
“No, you’ll think better if you eat.” That could’ve been a total lie, but she would’ve listened to him anyway.
She took her phone and computer with her, still talking to Quinn as she made some ramen - the good kind, not the crappy instant one. Quinn smiled, happy with himself for making his brother’s girlfriend - or if he had it his and Jack’s way, his sister - take care of herself and feel better.
༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
She had just gotten done with her final and she screamed internally, walking out of the room and heading to her dorm, waiting for her family to pick her up. She called Quinn immediately after she stepped out of the building.
“Quinn! Quinn! Quinn! Guess what?!”
Quinn had been on his way to practice when he got the phone call, “What?”
“I passed!”
Quinn smiled, “See I told you, you would.”
“Thank you!"
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The One with the Haters | Jack ~ Fall of 2023
It never really bothered her, and Luke always said it shouldn’t. Yet, when Luke started his rookie year and gained more attraction, so did she. They were worse than what they were before, they came in mass amounts, the words dug deeper, and everything seemed to escalated.
This wasn’t something that should’ve burdened Luke, he had enough to deal with it being his rookie season and trying to perform as well as he could, he didn’t need to hear about his fans attacking his girlfriend as well. Luke was, let’s just say, the most oblivious of them all. So she didn’t really have to worry about him finding out about it, anyway.
However, Jack knew about her mood changes. Every time she visited the two in New Jersey, she distanced herself from them, she took notice of who was around them when they went out and strategically sat next to Luke so people wouldn’t make accusations of her favoring Jack over him but not too close to him that it would seem like she’s attached and overbearing him.
He also took notice of the comments on his brother’s Instagram posts or whenever the wags would post y/n at a game.
‘He’s too good for her.’
‘Why does she even come? It’s obvious he doesn’t want her there, he doesn’t even play well when she’s there.’
‘She’s just using him.’
‘7 don’t know what he sees in her.’
‘She’s not that pretty.’
Those barely scratched the surface of the comments. There were more, most about her looks and another good chunk of them just saying how the two didn’t make sense together. But the ones that hurt the worst, were the ones that came up once or twice in every ten posts. The ones that were about her using him, the ones that made threats to her and her family. The ones claiming that they knew everything about her life. The ones that said she was cheating on Luke with Jack or Quinn.
Jack had his fair share of hate comments, many of which he remembered from his rookie season. He knew how it felt to have someone close to him be praised so much and then be torn down for simply having a relationship with them and not being as good.
The Devils were visiting Detroit near the late end of November and y/n decided to go to the game, hanging out with them the two days that they flew down early to be with her before the game. They were out at a restaurant and y/n was sitting in the very corner of the booth that they got.
Luke sat down next to her as Jack slid into the other side of the booth, still bantering with his brother. Luke was oblivious to the distance between him and y/n, shrugging it off as if she was just hot. Luke and Jack continued to talk about the game, stopping for the waiter to take their order who just so happened to be a fan of the Devils. Y/n rolled her eyes as she subtly flittered with her boyfriend, giving Jack a look.
The waiter walked away and Luke got up and left to the bathroom, “So when are you going to tell him? Or are you waiting for him to figure it out by himself?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/n dug her face into the menu, avoiding eye contact with Jack.
“Uh huh, sure. Then what are these?” Jack showed the girl his phone, comments from Luke’s most recent post showing.
“Jack.”
“Y/n.”
“There’s not much he can do about it anyways, they’ll keep doing it no matter what. Besides, they’re not wrong.”
“He has a right to know and no, nothing they say is true. You are Luke’s world and he will defend you until he dies. If someone is threatening you, which there is, he will find a way to stop it. And Quinn and I will help too. We want you safe.” Jack reached over the table to pat her shoulder.
She nodded, “Just talk to him. Okay?”
༶•┈┈⛧┈♛
Later that night, Luke was in bed with y/n, both of them on their phones. Luke was playing a game and y/n was on Instagram. She hadn’t actively searched out the comments but when she saw a post of her with 200 comments under it, she had to look, and they weren’t all that different from what she was expecting.
“Luke?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course, what’s up?”
“Have you seen the comments?”
“What comments?”
“These.” She handed Luke her phone and watched as he scrolled through them, and before he could say anything, she took it back and showed him her DM’s.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? We could’ve done something to stop this.” She just shrugged.
“Sweetheart, this is scary. I don’t you to have to endure this by yourself, nonetheless.”
“It’s fine, I’m fine.”
“But you’re not. I know everyone thinks I’m oblivious, and yes, sometimes I am, but I can see you’re hurting and you have been for a while. I might not have known why or how but I was so worried about you, okay? I’m going to do everything I can to stop this.”
Luke placed his hands on her face and she wrapped her hands around his wrists. His thumbs lightly rubbed over her face, just under her eye, as hers rubbed up and down his hands, stopping at his knuckles to rub over them as well. She smiled slightly at him but was still worried about everything that was going on.
“Hey,” Luke made her look up at him. “Everything is going to work out, no matter how long or how much it’s gonna take. I’m going to get Quinn and Jack to help, I’ll have the team help as well. We’re all going to help to make sure you and your family are safe. I promise.”
She nods, “Okay.”
He kissed her forehead before her lips and pulled back to smile at her.
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The One with the Car | Quinn + Jack ~ Summer of 2023
Despite dating for three years, y/n was never really the biggest fan of letting Luke help her, she wasn’t the biggest fan of anyone helping her, to be honest. That’s why when she was in the middle of nowhere, scared out of her mind and not thinking straight, she hesitated to call her boyfriend.
It was the summer, she had been visiting the Hughes family at the lake house and she had gone to get some food for dinner for her, Quinn, and Jack. She wasn’t lost per se, when she left she knew how to get back home, she had been there countless times before. Yet, she felt as if she was being followed and that scared her, causing her to go a different route home, one she wasn’t that familiar with, and even then she sort of knew where she was.
The car was still following her so she decided to start taking random turns here and there and when she did the trick she was taught, take four right turns, they left after the first one. She let out a deep breath and continued to drive, just to see if they would pop up again, but they didn’t and now she was in the middle of nowhere, with an almost empty tank of gas.
Back at the lake house, Quinn, and Jack sat in the living room. Ellen, Jim, and Luke decided to go out for dinner to a fancy restaurant, and the whole nine yards, the other three weren’t bothered to even move from their seats. In hindsight, should they have just gotten Uber Eats or DoorDash, yes, but y/n wanted to get out of the house, just to a certain extent.
She didn’t want to interrupt her boyfriend’s time with his parents so she called Quinn, voice wavering, “Quinn.”
“Hey, y/n. Where are you? We thought you would be back by now.”
“About that. I’m sort of in the middle of nowhere and there was this car that was following but they stopped but I also don’t know if they just left and are coming back because they knew I was onto them-”
“Hey, calm down. Send me your location, Jack and I are on our way. Keep us on the phone and if you see them come back just start driving.”
“I’m almost out of gas.”
“We’ll hurry, just keep a lookout, okay?”
Five minutes passed and the boys were almost already halfway there, speeding the whole way as much as possible. She looked up and in the rearview mirror, there were headlights, “Guys? Is that you?”
Jack and Quinn looked at each other in confusion, “No?”
“Well, shit.” Y/n turned her car on and immediately pressed on the gas.
The car didn’t follow her, simply turned on the street behind where her car had been, but she didn’t know that, so she kept driving until her car was out of gas, “I’m out of gas.”
“We’re almost there, you should see us, right… about… now.” She looked up and saw them, easily recognizing the car. She got out of the car and practically ran to them.
Quinn hugged her back when her arms wrapped around him, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did anyone follow you?”
She shook her head, “I’m fine, just still a little spooked.”
Jack stood off to the side and only now had y/n just noticed, “Hi Jack.” She looked at him tentatively. Contrary to her belief, Jack loved hugs, especially y/n’s hugs. She always thought differently, so she always hesitated to hug him.
Yet, when he opened his arms, she ran into them just as she did with his older brother, “Thank you for coming to get me.”
“Always.”
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The One with the Fight | Quinn + Jack - April of 2023
“I just don’t understand, Luke.”
“Of course, you don’t you never do!”
They had been arguing on and off all day, everything the other person did set them off, it was hours of pointless and petty arguing. Realistically, they both had been in the wrong, but Luke screwed up the most. It was when they both found out that he would be going to Jersey.
She had scheduled plans with friends earlier that week, but she would’ve dropped everything to hang out with Luke and help him pack. She offered to do that but Luke declined, saying he could handle it and he wanted her to go out and have fun with her friends. Truthfully, they had been spending almost every waking moment together since they knew.
“You were to one that told me to go hang out with them! I offered to help you and stay with you, but you declined!”
“I never said that.”
Y/n gave him a look that said all the different, “You’re such a fucking liar.”
“Oh, I’m the liar?”
“Yes!”
“If you loved me, you would’ve stayed back, anyways. And you know what? I’m done with this conversation. Don’t wait up.” Luke took his duffle bag and suitcase and left y/n’s dorm.
She stared at the door as it slammed practically in her face. The silence was deafening in the room, you could hear the barking of dogs and horns blaring from outside. If you listened hard enough you could hear the wind slapping against the window.
For two minutes she stood there, staring at the door, body still and her hair blowing from the AC. She snapped out of her trance when she felt a lone tear roll down her face. Since then, it was one after another and she ran to grab her phone from her nightstand dialing Jack’s number.
Jack answered confused, “Hello?”
“I think Luke might be on his way to Jersey.”
“But he’s not supposed to leave yet.”
“We got into a fight and he sort of-” She choked on a sob, “stormed out of here with his duffle and suitcase.”
“What do you mean you guys got into a fight? You guys never fight.”
“Yeah well ‘never’ is a fucking stupid word. And this is totally not the point of this phone call, Jack. Can you just make sure he’s okay? I don’t want him getting hurt or anything.”
“Luke’s a big boy and if he decided to come here on a whim then he can handle it. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Tears still were streaming down her face and she picked at her nails as she slid down the wall, landing on the floor.
“What happened, y/n/n?”
“It was stupid, it was my fault.”
“You’re lying.”
“How would you know?”
“You’re voice is more intense when you lie because you try to convince everyone you’re right by sounding more confident.”
“So why do you know that and not Luke?” She balled to the older boy, placing her head in her hands, the phone dropping from her grasp.
“Y/n? Y/n!” Jack tried to gain her attention but failed, causing him to add Quinn to the call.
“Jack? Y/n? What’s up?”
“Y/n answer us.”
“What’s going on?”
“Y/n! Come on, please answer.”
“I’m sorry, I dropped my phone.”
“Can someone please explain to me what is going on? And where is Luke?”
“Luke fucked up is what’s going on,” Jack said, annoyed.
Y/n now sat against her bed and her phone propped up on the wall, switching to face time, “We got into a fight.”
“You guys never fight.”
“Yes, I’m aware, now can we move on from that fact because it happened and it’s over with.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“He was mad because he’s supposed to be leaving soon and I went out with my friends after I had already offered to stay back and help him pack and everything like that but he said no. So, he’s right, it is my fault. If I loved him, I would’ve stayed.”
The was a simletanous silence from the boys before a loud, “He said that?!”
“Yeah? Why? Is he right? I knew he was right.”
“No, no, no of course not. He’s not right. He’s a fucking dick for saying that.”
“But I should’ve stayed with him, he’s leaving soon.” She sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“Y/n/n, listen to me right now. Nothing you did tonight was your fault. Maybe something that we don’t know that happened you did, but what he said… you didn’t deserve that. He knows how much you love him and if he stooped that low to make you feel bad, then maybe he should take some time to cool off. I’m not saying that he should’ve left the way he did, but maybe some space is good.” Quinn explained to her.
She nodded but tears were still falling, “Do you think he’s going to break up with me? I mean, he’s going to go off and be in the NHL and I’m just going to be me. I’m nothing special.”
Jack and Quinn made eye contact through the phone and Jack went to say something but was interrupted, “You’re everything to me.”
She snapped her head to the door and saw Luke standing there, his bag falling to the ground. She stood up quickly, wiping her face rid of any signs of her crying, “Luke.”
“How could you say that about yourself?”
Quinn and Jack hung up the phone, not wanting to interrupt their conversation despite them wanting to be there just in case he said something out of line. Luke wrapped his arms around the girl, “You are the most amazing person ever. I’m so sorry if I made you feel any differently.”
Y/n just shrugged, not bothered by that but more so the fight itself. Luke pulled back, saddened slightly by the lack of reciprocation in the affection, “And I am so sorry for what I said. I know you love me and I know I said you could hang out with your friends. I think just deep down I thought you would’ve stayed anyways and I was scared of leaving you.”
Y/n nodded and Luke’s hands went to her cheeks, wiping off the remnants of her mascara, “I understand, Luke. I just wish you would’ve handled it more like an adult than a teenager.”
“And I can’t even begin to explain how horrible I feel about that.”
“Can we just cuddle?”
“Anything you want.”
The two laid in better for a little while as they hadn’t wanted to do anything else. An hour later, y/n spoke, “I forgive you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“But I do. Emotions were high and I know that shouldn’t be the way we should handle things but we’re both stressed and you’re leaving soon I just want to forget about it.” Luke nodded, wanting to respect her wishes, “I love you, Lukey.”
“I love you.”
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Hear me out 😮💨 - ony and y/n get in a argument but ony in the wrong and he look for a way to apologize
omg yessssssss bc usually we be the ones in troubleeee. i like how you thinking boo. we gon use basketball player!ony for this one since a lot of people liked it. aight so boom...
the argument
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it was eleven o'clock when your boyfriend finally decided to come home. he had his duffle bag on his shoulder as he roughly kicked off his crocs at the door. you can tell he had an attitude, probably due to something that happened at practice, but so did you. it had been about a month since the the two of you have had so much as a movie night together because he's been so caught up in basketball and school. this was no where near your fault given that you've tried to spend time with him at every opportunity you had, but ony always had an excuse.
"can't mama, finna go to the weight room wit the guys." or "another time baby. coach had us running like a track team at practice." and other excuses like that caused you to stop even trying. and the worst part was, he didn't even notice. ony continued to come home late into the night because of basketball and leave early in the morning for class without batting an eye. tonight you've had enough. he promised to be home by eight since he only had practice from three to six, but lo and behold, this nigga didn't come home until eleven.
"do you know what time it is?" you stood up from your seat on the couch, placing each of your hands on your wide hips. you had to stop yourself from swinging on this nigga when you heard him mumble an "oh my fucking god" after sucking his teeth. "excuse me? you got sum to say nigga?" your were ready to scream. how could he have an attitude right now when he's the one completely in the wrong. he could've at least called to let you know he wouldn't be able to get home on time, but nooooo. he says nothing, and now he comes in the house acting like a child.
"ion got time f'this y/n. i been running around like a chicken wit its fucking head cut off all practice because niggas on the team don't know how to make simple jump shots." you scoff as you heard his excuse. "so first, you come home three hours late. don't call or text me to let me know that you were even coming late. and now, you come in here, don't even apologize, and have an attitude? that's cute. you sleeping on the couch."
your words must've set him off because ony immediately started raising his voice. "here you go wit that shit bro. the world don't revolve around you y/n." you started getting into his face. "i never said it did, but m'not finna sit here and act like ion deserve at least a little of your time. i'm your fucking girlfriend ony. don't you think it's a little odd that you be picking literally everything little fucking thing to do instead of spend time with me?" you can tell you struck a nerve when he folded his lips, looking straight ahead as if you weren't even there.
this was something ony did to keep his anger at bay since he was known to have a really bad temper. "chill wit allat cussing lil girl. m'not finna go back and forth wit you cause you being clingy." you was on ten at this point. you just told this man what he was doing wrong and all he registered from it was that you were cursing? "are you kidding me? you know what? you can have the bed. m'finna just go since m'so 'clingy'. when you ready to be a man and talk then you can call me." you went into your room and grabbed your PINK duffle bag before heading to your dresser to start packing.
ony watched as you stuffed clothes from each drawer into the bag, not even looking at what you were grabbing as tears blurred your vision. as soon as the words left his lips, he immediately regretted them. you had every right to want to spend some time with him given how much he's been neglecting you for other things. he let his stupid attitude get the best of him as soon as he walked into the door. he knew he should've apologized once he got home, but, being the prideful man he was, he decided to just make things worse by being a dickhead.
and now the woman that he loves is crying, trying to leave the house because he doesn't know how to control his emotions. before he knew it, you were at the door. holding your phone in your hand as you dialed your friends number for her to pick you up. ony listened to the phone ring twice before the girl known as eboni answered. "hello?" he wasted no time snatching the phone from you, hanging it up and putting it in his pocket. "the fuck you doing. gimme my pho-"
"you not leaving me y/n."
you looked up at him and were surprised to see water in his eyes. of course the tears never fell because ony never liked to cry in front of anyone, but the fact that they were getting to this point was surprising. you sigh calmly. "m'just gonna stay at eboni's for a couple days until you get your head right." you felt his strong arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as he spoke. "my head is right y/n. i was being selfish and stupid and prideful. i shoulda called or at least said 'sorry' when i got home, but i didn't. i called you clingy and invalidated your feelings. m'sorry furreal baby please just-....just don't leave me."
ony felt you shuffling so you can wrap your arms around him as well. the two of you staying like that for a while before you broke the silence. "i'd never leave you baby, just want you to be a little better wit your time management." he squeezed you tighter. "i will mama. i will" as the two of you loosened your grips on each other, ony lightly gripped your face in his hand before giving you a bunch of soft kisses on your lips, forehead, and cheeks. you were a giggling mess before you lightly pushed him away, making a fake serious face. "you still need to make it up t'me. what you said was mean."
a smirk crept on your boyfriends face as he led you to your bedroom. "ill make it up t'you right now baby." ony lied you down on the bed, removing his clothes until he was only left in his boxers. "take allat off mama i got sum else for you to wear." you gave him a confused look before eventually just shrugging your shoulders and removing all of your clothes. you lied naked on the bed as you watched ony pull his jersey out of his bag, bringing it to you. "put this on." was all he said before you gave him another questionable look.
"cmon pretty i wanna make love t'you wit it on." you had no idea what he was getting at, but you put in on anyways. ony was way bigger than you so the jersey was almost like a dress on you, stopping right below your ass before he lifted it up over you stomach and lied you back down. his body between your legs as he looked up at you. "ready?" his breath instantly touched your pussy, making you jump. before you could even reply, ony got to eating. he licked and sucked your clit like a starved man. long middle finger prodding at your entrance before he slowly pushed it all the way in .
your back arched off the bed as he kept sucking on your clit, middle finger reaching deep inside of you while you moaned his name like a prayer. "f-fuck onyyy" he moved his eyes towards your face, taking in your beauty before removing his mouth from your heat. "look at me baby. wanna see those pretty eyes." you slowly opened your eyes, pretty black lashes fluttering as you tried your best to focus on on him. a small smile crept onto ony's face as he added another finger into you, middle and index fingers digging you out as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull.
there's no way you could keep them open when he's making you feel this good. maybe you should get mad at him more often. your back was still arched off the bed before you felt your lover place his large hand on your stomach, pushing it down as he started fingering you faster. you felt your orgasm approaching as ony held his fast pace, licking and sucking on your clit to bring you to the edge faster. "ahghh...ohh my goddd...oouuhhh shit." you were losing it, hips fighting ony's hand as they twisted and turned all over the place. "i know mama. i know....jus let it out for me." the coil in your stomach snapped, liquid ecstasy flowing out of you and all over your mans face.
you shook in overstimulation as he kept eating without batting and eye. ony's fingers still held their fast pace as your hands flew to his head, trying to push him off and move back from him before you made an ever bigger mess. he bound both of your wrists in his hand before laying it back down onto your stomach. "stop runnin’ mama. m'not done." you were moaning so loud you had to make a silent prayer that the two of you don't wake up with a noise complaint notice on your door in the morning. "f-fuckk daddy ima make a mess pleaseee." you whined, but ony ignore you.
it actually felt like he started getting rougher. licking and sucking your clit harder while his fingers were now pounding into you. before you knew it, you were cumming again, making the mess you were trying to warn him about. you squirted everywhere from his face to his chest, some of it even running down his body and wetting up the waistband of his black briefs. ony sat back on his knees he looked down as your disheveled state. "look so pretty." he mumbled before pulling his underwear down right until his dick sprang free.
his hard length slapped onto his stomach before bouncing up and down due to gravity. doe eyes followed its movements. ony chuckled as he watched you become entranced by his dick. "y'ready mama? if its too much jus scratch my back cause m'not stopping until this this whole bed is wet." you nodded your head he lined himself up with your entrance, sucking his teeth at your lack of vocalization. "cmon baby talk t'me. you ready for daddy to make love t'you?" you look up to see his brown orbs already staring down at you. lips curved into a soft smile as he awaited your reply.
"yes. i want you t'make love to me" ony’s smile widened before he pushed himself into you slowly. eyes never leaving yours, reading your expressions to know when to stop to let you adjust. you were grateful for this because he was nowhere near small, and his girth alone would had you ready to cry at times. soon enough, the space between the two of you was completely gone. dick fully sheathed inside your pussy as ony waited for you to give him the okay to move. the two of you never broke eye contact through all of this and once you gave him a small "okay" he wasted no time.
slowly stroking you as he stared into your eyes. it was like the two of you were taking a look into each other souls. he began picking up his pace, pounding into you the way he knew you loved which caused you to tear up from the pleasure. "how it feel baby?" your back arched into him. the two of you stomach to stomach as ony intertwined both of his hands with yours. you couldn't even speak, using jumbled moans to reply. "aahghh...mmmughh." your eyes were at the back of your skull as you felt the tip his dick begin to kiss your cervix, making your legs open wider as you freed your hands from his and raked them down his back.
ony continued his onslaught on your pussy. letting you scratch up and down his back as he lied his hands flat next to both sides of your head, pounding into you harder. "mhmm sing f'me baby." you screamed as you felt your orgasm come out of nowhere. squirting once again on his dick, but he didn't stop. he fucked you through it, letting your essence splash all over your lower halves as he continued to look down at you. you were absolutely stunning. tears running down your cheeks as you looked up at him. bottom lip being tugged on by your teeth as your body jerked from his hard thrusts. "made my pretty girl cry. you should never be cryin'. daddy can't give you those babies if i be making you cry like that." he groaned before pressing his hand on the big number three on his jersey. he was so deep in you he felt the bulge he was making in your stomach under his hand.
your tears reminded ony of how you were earlier. angry and ready to leave him after he hurt you with his cruel words. he vowed to never do nothing that dumb again. "you only supposed to be crying from pleasure, never pain. m'sorry mama. s-so sorry." you began to spasm around your boyfriends dick, fourth orgasm of the night ready to come out. ony felt this and sped up, feeling close to the edge as well. "you forgive me baby?" his eyes never left your face as you whined out your reply. "i-i f-forgive you daddy. i f-forgive you." you smiled up at him, shakily putting your hand on his cheek. you caressed his dark brown skin as you felt your orgasm approaching. "i wanna cum together papa."
ony kissed into your palm before leaning down and softly kissing your lips. "cum mama. m'right there wit you." the both of your threw your heads back in unison as he gave you three hard strokes before stilling inside of you. cream leaking onto his base as you felt his hot load fill your pussy. you stayed like that for awhile, kissing each other while you caught your breath. ony saw your eyes flutter as you fought off your sleep. removing his jersey from your body before carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. he sat you on the toilet the turned on the shower. "need you to pee before i can let you get in." after you peed then the two of you showered together, ridding each others of the evidence of your earlier activities.
as you got dressed, ony changed the sheets and remade the bed so you wouldn't have to lift a finger. he then carried you to the bed, knowing your legs were probably still a little week before laying you on top of him. "mama?" he grumbled, you can tell he was getting tired as well. "hmm?" "im real sorry okay? never ever meant to hurt you." you lightly chuckled while tracing different shapes on his chest. "i know baby. and i know basketball and stuff could be time consuming and you just wanna do your own thing sometimes, but i just wish you'd give me just a little of your time y'know". ony rubbed on your lower back as he hummed in agreement. "ima do better. tomorrow i got early morning practice so im all yours after class. how that sound." you looked up at your boyfriend. he's doing better already. "sounds great."
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carmen berzatto x reader | 1.9k | based on this absolutely adorable request from my darling @thecapricunt1616 enjoy it then i am beyond happy 💗🌼🫶🏻
It didn't matter how many times you shook the plastic stick, the little pink plus sign didn't fade. You tossed it in the trash can, where it joined three others with matching pink pluses. You couldn't really get your head around it, you'd been careful, taken things relatively slow..well, kind of.
Things had just progressed a little quicker than you'd expected. One minute you're applying for a hostess job, thinking you probably won't even get an interview, seeing as it was a Michelin-starred hotspot, then next thing you're front and center at a fancy restaurant and spending large portions of your shift flirting with the head chef.
It was never serious flirting, it was just silly and fun. You made flirty comments to everyone, you just particularly meant them with Carmy. He finally seemed to get the hint when you asked him upstairs after he'd dropped you home for the 10th time.
Nothing really happened that night, you just shared a drink, cheap wine from your refrigerator, and made each other laugh with stupid jokes. You told him you meant it when you flirted, he insisted you were joking. It was only when you kissed him that he finally got the message, kissing you back with a fervor that had your head spinning in the most wonderful way.
From there you two developed a relationship that suited you both. You were professional at work, still had some nights apart when you were both exhausted or just needed some alone time. But you had spent hours sitting on his kitchen counter watching him cook, told him stories from your past, encouraged him to tell you some stories too. You watched movies that you didn't pay full attention to, you read your book with your legs over Carm's lap, rolling your eyes with a grin when he would tease you for looking so serious.
It was the best relationship you'd ever been in, and while you weren't sure what the future held, you were positive Carm would be a big part of it, that you two would keep going, develop your relationship.
Sure, you had thought about kids, marriage, a home together etc., but in a kind of just-for-fun-daydreamy kind of way.
Now, one of those things was becoming a reality. It wasn't exactly how you would have planned it, you and Carm weren't even living together. Sure, you stayed at his most nights of the week and had more than a few personal belongings left there, but it wasn't the same.
It felt like moving in should have been the next step. The excitement of starting to really build a foundation together. You were just skipping ahead a step or two, apparently.
Eventually you left the bathroom and chose to sit on your bed for a while instead. You called your doctor and made an appointment, more as a formality. Maybe it would feel more real when your doctor told you rather than seeing it on a plastic stick you'd peed on.
Once you were dressed you went to make a coffee before stopping yourself, wondering if it was ‘allowed’, even though it was so early on. You decided to play it safe, having a herbal tea instead, which you nearly choked on when your phone rang, Carmy's ID flashing up on the screen.
Did he know? How could he know?
“Hey,” You smiled as much as you could, trying to feel normal. “How are you? How is everything?”
You hoped you didn't sound too unusual or not yourself, feeling annoyingly aware of yourself.
“Hey, everything's good,” Carm replied and you felt yourself relax a little. “Just..there's been a slight change of plan for today.”
You stifled a laugh, nothing Carm could say could be a bigger change of plan than an unexpected pregnancy.
“Oh? You raised a brow, lightly tapping your nails against your cup. “What's up?”
“So, it turns out that apparently I promised Richie and Sug that I'd babysit while they have some meetings. I hate to ask when it's your day off but..could you help me?”
You couldn't help but laugh, resting your head on your head on your hand and letting out a soft sigh.
“Of course I'll help, don't worry. When do you need me?”
An couple of hours later, you found yourself at Carmy's apartment, smiling as he opened the door looking flustered, a toddler on his hip and a doll in his hand.
“Perfect timing,” He smiled, stepping aside to let you in. “I'm outnumbered.”
“Who said I'm on your side?” You raised a brow, smiling at the little boy on Carmy's hip and gently stroked his cheek as he giggled. “I'm here to help the kids gang up on you.”
“Oh good,” Carm nodded, lightly tapping you with the doll. “Bring it on.”
You made your way to the living room, smiling as you spotted Eva on the couch, giving her a little wave.
“Hey girly girl,” You grinned, going to sit next to her. “Hope you've been keeping your uncle busy?”
“Yeah,” She giggled, leaning over to you as Carm came into the room. You leaned down, smiling as she whispered in your ear.
A half hour or so later, you went to open the living room door as there was a knock, adjusting the toddler on your hip before opening it and trying to keep a straight face as you met Carm's eyes.
“Hi, can I help you?” You asked, raising a brow.
“Uh, yeah, actually,” Carmy nodded, trying to keep a straight face. “I have an appointment, I'm a little early but..maybe you could squeeze me in?”
“Maybe,” You nodded, biting your lip softly. “Come in, follow me.”
You turned and walked further into the room, gesturing to the couch. “Take a seat.”
“Yes ma'am,” Carm nodded as you walked to the kitchen door and opened it.
“Your two o'clock is early,” You said, glancing back to Carm for a moment.. “Do you want to fit him in now?”
You nodded before turning back to Carm and gesturing to the kitchen. “She'll see you now, come through.”
You walked into the kitchen and smiled as you watched Carm walk in, the smile on his face as he spotted the makeshift beauty salon that had been set up.
“Take a seat,” Eva gestured to the seat across the counter, an adorably serious look on her face. You placed the baby into his high chair by the table, smiling as you heard Eva boss her uncle around.
“Hands in the bowl, keep them still.”
You went to the fridge, taking out a little light blue lunch box before glancing over to Carm with a smile.
“What color do you want?” Eva asked, pointing to the handful of nail polishes sitting on the counter.
“Hm, I'm not sure,” Carm mused, looking at the colors. “I got a big date tonight, I wanna look my best. What do you think will suit me?”
You smiled to yourself as you put the lunch box in the microwave, laughing softly as you heard Eva tell Carm to hold still.
After lunch and Carmy's nail appointment, you decided to take the kids to the park, feeling a new wave of love for your boyfriend that he made no attempt to remove the red nail polish. When you were taking the stroller to the lift, one of Carm's neighbors passed you in the hall and smiled at you and realized that it wouldn't be long before the baby in the stroller would be yours.
You brushed off the thought, trying to focus on just having a nice, fun day. As you were en route to the park, Carm asked if you could have a little detour, and you were sure the look on the kids faces when you arrived at build-a-bear would never leave you.
Carm took his nephew from the stroller and placed him on his hip before taking him to pick out a teddy, your heart swelling in your chest, moreso when Eva took your hand and asked you to help her choose.
You found yourself subconsciously placing your hand on your stomach, wondering what it would feel like to hold your own baby on your hip, feel their hand in yours, see the excitement in their eyes when they were presented with a cute little toy.
Carm's nephew had picked a bear (perhaps with a little nudge from his uncle), that ended up in a chefs uniform (that one was a total push), while Eva chose a bunny that she chose a performance outfit for.
When you got back to Carm's, you were more than happy to chill on the couch, though you practically melted into it when Carm got a book and read to the kids (and their new toys) til they were asleep.
“Not a bad effort,” You smiled, looking over to Carm and trying not to imagine the toddler that could be in his lap one day. “You might actually be pretty good at this whole uncle thing.”
“I might just be,” Carm grinned, reaching out to touch your hand. “Had help from the best though.”
“You're welcome,” You smiled, gently stroking his hand. “I presume that's why you're taking me on a..big date, was it?”
“Oh absolutely,” Carm nodded, looking serious for a moment before he grinned. “the biggest.”
“Hm, guess I'll have to get glammed up,” You smiled, looking over to Eva. “Maybe I'll see if I can get a last minute appointment.”
That evening, after a quick trip home to grab a change of clothes, you were back in Carmy's apartment. It felt so quiet without the kids, you found yourself putting on music just for background noise.
When you were in the bathroom putting on your makeup, you felt a wave of nausea hit you, more out of nerves than anything else. You hoped it would leave, but before you knew it you were bent over the toilet, taking a deep breath as you waited for the inevitable.
There was a knock on the bathroom door when you were washing your hands, looking up at the mirror taking a deep breath. Even with makeup you still looked unwell.
“Hey,” Carm smiled as you opened the door, the concern evident on his face. “Are you okay? I thought I heard..”
“I'm fine,” You nodded, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh as the concern didn't leave his face. “I just..need to talk to you.”
You walked into the bedroom, sitting on the bed and trying to think of the right words.
“Okay,” You began. “this is..really not what I thought would happen, and I don't know how you're going to take this but..oh god..”
As you buried your head in your hands, Carm was immediately by your side, his arm around your waist.
“Whatever it is you can tell me,” He assured you. “I promise. Just let it out, we'll handle it.”
“I'm pregnant.” You said before you could stop yourself or build it up more, lowering your hands and looking over to Carm.
“You're..wow,” Carmy nodded, rubbing his jaw. “Well, thank fuck for that. I mean, I knew, but I thought you were dumping me.”
“Wait what?” You raised a brow. “You knew? How did you know?”
“I just knew,” Carm shrugged with a smile. “I mean, I guess I hoped I was right..I know it's skipping ahead a little but..I want what we had today, all the time.”
“Can you stop being so perfect for like one day?” You rolled your eyes with a grin, resting your head on Carmy's shoulder. “Or maybe just after the big date.”
#the bear#the bear 🐻#the bear fic#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x you#carmy berzatto x you#why do so many of my stories involve kids and or pregnancy#it's not intentional#just a vibe#🫶🏻🌼💗
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Hiiii I’m the one who requested the Steve hickey fic, and I LOVED it!! You’re soooo incredible I’m obsessed <3 would you ever do a part 2? Maybe reader learning how to give Stevie a hickey back??? Love u xx
okay this is all your fault then love u to pieces ! best friend steve gets his hickey part one here but u don't have to read it
You can feel the heat from Steve's leg sinking into yours. Such a visceral sensation, it has to be real. You're not creative enough to imagine it.
Tucked up at his side watching a movie on his big TV, you feel what's likely a one sided tension that won't fade. Present – almost burning – since he'd given you a neck full of hickies last week.
They're all faded now but one, and thank god. Your friends had demanded to know where they'd come from and you hadn't been able to give them an answer, embarrassed. But Steve.
"I gave 'em to her."
He'd said it so casually. It had felt good at first that he wasn't ashamed for people to know what had happened, but then awful because the lunch club never shut up about anything.
You laugh to yourself, remembering the looks of disgust, betrayal, and smugness, for some a mixture of the three. For Max, only betrayal.
"What's funny, sleepyhead?" Steve asks, head held up by his hand, arms crossed over his chest.
You pull your shoulder away from his. "Just…" He raises his eyebrows as if to say, go on. "Remembering Max's face. When you told them about the-" You gesture to your neck.
He grins but there's something strange about it. His fingers part, his pinky at one corner of his mouth, his marriage the other.
"What reminded you?" he asks.
"Uh…" You smile and force yourself to laugh. "Nothing, really."
You could swear he smirks.
It's gone as quick as it comes, and instead he nods and slouches down further into the couch. You worry for a second that he's upset but Steve looks as carefree as he usually does. His expression scrunches up at a bad action scene on screen and his hands search for the bowl of popcorn in your lap, his fingers brushing up the inside of your thigh.
He mimes throwing popcorn at the screen.
"Get out of here. Did you see that? Boom mic. Right there," he says. "Amateur hour."
He tilts his head to the side as he talks, stretching. His neck clicks and he groans, loud. Loud loud.
You bring your hand to your throat, poking at the last hints of your hickies, wondering if you can ask for more. If you should, if you could. If he would say yes.
"They're fading," Steve says.
You wince, caught.
"Dustin can finally stop looking at me like I've corrupted you," he says, grinning.
"You did corrupt me."
"That's not what you were saying when it happened."
Like that, the teasing goes awry. You both quieten.
"Sorry," Steve says awkwardly. "Sounded different in my head."
"Not fully corrupted," you say. You're stitled, trying to be brave and not sounding anywhere near it.
"No?" he asks.
"No, I- I still don't know how to. You know, how to give one."
You realise you sound as hopeful as you feel; your words have a weight to them. An implication. You're basically begging him to let you kiss him. Or, to want you to kiss him.
You don't want pity and you doubt Steve would give it to you. He doesn't look very pitying. Cheshire smile playing on his pretty mouth, a glint in his baby brown eyes.
"You want to give me a hickey?" he asks.
"If that's okay. I mean, you'll have to teach me how, 'cos I'm not kidding, Steve, I really don't know how to do it."
"You want another demonstration, is that it? Babe, if you want me to bruise you up, you gotta tell me," he teases, voice sticky, saccharine sweet as he shuffles closer towards you.
"That's not it," you say defensively, though it kind of is. His ability to read you for filth isn't new in your friendship, and like always you dig yourself a hole trying to prove him wrong. "I just don't wanna embarrass myself when I have to give one."
"Who are you giving one to?" he asks.
"You know. A guy."
"A guy," he repeats dryly. He doesn't believe you and he shouldn't, but Steve's got a soft spot for you. He sighs, his skepticism melting away. "Okay. Sounds fun, babe. You can gimme a hickey."
Steve doesn't mess around, taking the bowl from your lap and then leaning back.
"Same as last time," he says.
"You're not gonna sit in my lap?" you ask as you climb up on your knees.
Steve takes your thigh into his hand. It feels foreign and not, his hand familiar, its position less so as he pulls your leg over his lap. You settle down, hands held to your navel.
"Relax," he murmurs. Then, louder, "I can sit in your lap, if you want."
Your laugh is a short fall from breathless as you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him close, pushing your lips into the soft hair at the top of his head.
It's impossible to ignore the breadth and muscle of Steve's arms as they cross over your back.
Your hands drift to the slip of skin at the back of his head, the top of his back. You push your fingertips under the neckline of his shirt and feel the bump of his spine.
"C'mon," he says. You can hear his smile.
You abandon his back and drop your weight back into his lap, stroking the hair away from his throat in a rush. His eyes are dark. Pretty, patient, and dark.
He pulls your head to his neck. You brace yourself with a hand on his shoulder and hesitate, breath fanning over his skin in a hot wave.
"Stevie, what do I-?"
"Kiss me."
Fingertips at your ear. A thumb brushing over your jaw.
"Kiss me," he says again. "It's easier than you think it is."
You kiss his neck. Hesitant, you press your lips to him, part them a hair's width. You recall everything Steve had done, his teeth and how they dragged, the dampness to his mouthing, the half crescents he'd left behind.
"Now just-" Steve's cut off by his breath hiking. Honest to god hiking as you start to suck. "Oh. You're…"
His arms tighten around you.
You finish up your hickey with a bite that's too hard. Steve hiccups – or something that sounds like it – and tugs you away.
"Shit, Dracula," he hisses.
You giggle nervously and take in what you've done, a red mark over his pale skin, the edges flowered in purple. "Sorry, Stevie. Really."
"I kinda liked it. And uh, what's that saying? Practice makes perfect."
"You want another one?" you ask, surprised and excited.
"Or let you go around maiming people?"
Steve pulls a hand through his hair, lets it drop heavy on your shoulder. The look on his face melts you down, putty in his hands, his lap.
"I'm sorry," you apologise again, looking at the tiny embeddings in his skin in mild horror.
Steve holds you by the neck, thumbs digging lightly into the column of your throat. He meets your gaze, his eyes skipping between one eye and then the other. You watch his pupils wobble.
"How sorry?"
"Really really sorry," you say, wrapping your fingers around his wrists.
"Kiss it better," he murmurs encouragingly.
You try your best.
#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader
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Daily Ficlet 5
I'm not getting inspiration from the prompt on my usual list, which is 'lighthouse.' So, the ficlet today doesn't follow that. Instead I used the prompt "Kiss me or leave me" as requested by @i-less-than-three-you and @localinsaneman.
Also, consider this the first part of the first prompt I did.
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Eddie's leg is bouncing, which isn't unusual. Steve's noticed he's always in motion. He talks with his whole body, gesturing wildly and moving about whatever space they're in, like he's trying to fill it. Which seems ridiculous to Steve, because Eddie fills in space just by entering a room. Steve doesn't even need to see him to know he's arrived; Steve always knows. Feels the change in his bones.
So, the bouncing leg isn't unusual, per say, but it is accompanied by silence. Eddie has been staring at the TV (he won't go so far as to say Eddie is watching) and it's been completely silent beyond the audio from the movie for almost ten minutes. The last time Eddie was silent this long in Steve's company was when he told Steve he was gay.
(Two months later, Steve came out to Robin. A week after that, to Eddie. And it's not like Steve had expected a reaction beyond thanks for telling me and trusting me but he'd hoped and that- well, it's foolish to think Eddie would be interested in him like that anyway.)
Something's up, or something's happened, or maybe something's wrong? Whatever is it, Eddie's working up the courage to tell him. He knows better than to prod at Eddie, because the coming out talk had actually taken over three hours. When Steve prodded, Eddie'd just gotten up and left without a word, returning about fifteen minutes later to just sit in silence. They'd repeated that three times before Steve realized he needed to just shut up and sit in silence until Eddie was ready.
But he hates the not knowing.
Sitting in the silence is awful. It reminds him of silent dinners where the only noise is cutlery on porcelain and chewing. Of the silent disappointment in his report cards even when nothing was below a C. The quiet before the storm, when his father was mad about something and bottling it up until he exploded; he'd quit hitting Steve when Steve got big enough to hit back but the yelling never stopped.
Not that this silence is filled with the same tension as any of the silences he'd shared with his parents, but it's so far off from the Eddie he's come to know that it makes Steve uneasy all the same.
In fact, the only thing keeping Steve grounded right now is his hand wrapped around Eddie's wrist between them. Steve always holds his wrist when they watch horror movies, or thrillers. (It's not that Steve is scared; he just likes to be grounded. To know he's not alone.)
Another ten minutes go by. Steve shifts on the couch, slouching more into Eddie's space. Normally they'd be shoulder to shoulder by now, but Eddie's stuck firmly on his side of the couch. Back straight. Leg bouncing. Arm completely rigid in Steve's grip. And now, as Steve leans into his space, he sees Eddie freeze. The leg stops moving, one second, two seconds, three seconds, four-
"ARGH!" Eddie shouts, flinging himself off the couch, pulling his arm from Steve's grip as he goes before throwing his arms up in the air as he spins on his heel and points at Steve. "I can't do this!"
Steve startles. "What?"
"You! You keep- sometimes it seems like- Aahh!" Eddie pulls at his own hair and Steve's just confused. What did he do? What's he done to upset Eddie? Whatever it is, he'll beg forgiveness and never do it again.
"What did I do?"
"Nothing! That's the-" Eddie snaps his mouth shut before finishing his sentence but Steve knows.
"I didn't do something and that's the issue?"
Eddie doesn't speak, but that doesn't mean he's silent. Eddie speaks with his whole body. Right now, he moves from foot to foot, a very subtle rocking motion and his hands find each other, fingers twisting at rings. Eddie stares down at Steve, still on the couch, and speaks to him without words.
He's nervous. The ring twisting is nervous Eddie. But the shifting, the rocking, that's scared. That's ready to run. And the stare. His face is a mask of anger, but Steve knows that's it. It's a mask. Eddie is hiding his fear behind anger.
Nervous. Scared. False anger. All directed at Steve, for something he didn't do.
Steve stands in one fluid motion and steps into Eddie's space. They're the same height, putting them at eye level easily. God, Steve hopes he's reading this right. He slowly lifts a hand to tuck Eddie's hair behind his ear, exposing more of his handsome face. "What do you need from me? If I can do it, I will. For you. You know I will."
He watches Eddie war with himself before all the fight leaves him. Because Eddie knows Steve just as well as Steve knows Eddie. He has to. Steve can't have fucked this up that badly. "Kiss me or leave me. I need you to do one, because I can't stand the not knowing which will happen anymore."
And Steve knows what Eddie wants, but Eddie's had him on edge all night over something they could have solved months ago, so Steve slides a hand behind Eddie's head and applies enough pressure to get Eddie moving, and just when Eddie's eyes slip closed to ready for the kiss, Steve goes up on his toes and plants a loud, exaggerated kiss to Eddie's forehead.
Eddie rears back, looking so offended that Steve just has to laugh. But before Eddie can get hurt or angry, Steve grabs his wrist again and marches down the short hallway to Eddie's room, wasting no time in crowding Eddie against his door once it's closed, and kissing his way up Eddie's shoulder, neck, jaw, before finally, finally claiming his lips.
#steddie#my fic#daily ficlet#long post#but not long enough for a read more imo so sorry not sorry about that
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Crush | Hwang Hyunjin Oneshot
➭ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x (F) Reader
➭ Genre: Fluff, Little bit of Angst
➭ Warnings/Tags: Cursing, Kinda Sad, Fever Dream
➭ Disclaimer: All members of STRAY KIDS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my story so please don’t steal!
➭ By: serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & crooked-haven)
Word count: 1k
-Y/n's Pov-
"Come on! Die Die Die!" I screamed in excitement while punching the character in front of me. "You're cheating Y/n! Button smashing is an instant L!" Lucas screamed in game rage since I won for the 5th time in a row. "Come on guys, food is here." I shut off the console and got up off of the floor, stretching out my cramps. "What's for dinner Hyunjin?" I say in a yawn. "Pizza, use your eyes." he answers while stuffing his face. I roll my eyes playfully and grab my own slice, meat lovers my favorite. I sit at the kitchen table while everyone eats in silence, it's just us three here since Hyunjin's parents are on a business trip.
Lucas, Hyunjin's 13 year old brother invited me over for some video games and how could I resist? I would get to see my crush, yes it's Hyunjin, we are what you would call, childhood friends. I'm aware that he has a girlfriend, but that doesn't stop me from crushing silently. What's not to like about him? He is charming, funny and sweet, so much more- "Hello???" Hyunjin waves his hand in front of my face and I come back to reality. "What?" I answer while taking another bite of my pizza. "You were drooling!" Lucas says while laughing at me. My face instantly heats up to a dark cherry red and I roll my eyes. "I was not, I was thinking!" I can hear the snickering but I ignore it.
-Time Skip to 9 PM-
"Well now that Lucas is asleep I better go now." I say giving Hyunjin a side hug. I am a little sad to be leaving and part of me wishes he would ask me to stay but I had this gut feeling that he just wasn't going to. He has a girlfriend, he probably wants to call her over instead- "Earth to Y/n!?" I snap back to reality yet again, only to realize that I was staring at Hyunjin. "Is your main hobby just staring at my beautiful face?" He smirks mockingly. I scoff and sigh. "Absolutely not! I was just-" he cut me off. "Thinking, I know." I walked over towards the door. "Nothing wrong with thinking you know."
"I know, but where do you think you're going? I didn't rent a whole movie for you to just not watch it Y/n." I look at him confused as he makes his way over towards me, gently pushing me into the living room. I sit on the couch and ask what he means. "I rented the Avatar 2 for you! You wouldn't shut up about it last week, my poor ears!" He jokes acting hurt. I instantly feel better, I get to watch a 3 hour long movie with my crush, alone! Even though this isn't anything new, it still feels so exciting, but then the sick feeling inside me came back up when I remembered his girlfriend. "I am flattered Hyunjin, I really am but I honestly think you should watch it with Luna.." I say, faking a smile.
He sits next to me and gently grabs my hand, I can feel the heat creeping up to my face again, and he speaks in a low tone. "Me and Luna broke up 3 months ago." I gasp, how could he not tell me this? As much as I was jealous of her place in his life, she was honestly such a great friend. "Why didn't you tell me? What happened?" He looks down, avoiding eye contact before breaking the silence. "Nothing happened I just realized I had feelings for someone else as did she." Yeah that stung, but I can't blame him, the heart wants what it wants. I push his hand off of mine and hug him, a friendly hug. "I am sorry, I hope all goes well with this new one." All hopes I had were thrown down the stairs, but I really can't be mad at him.
As I stand up, he quickly speaks again, making me freeze. "It's you Y/n, it's always been you." I step back, too stunned to speak but quickly punch his shoulder. "That's not a funny thing to joke about! You asshole!" I slam my hands on my hips and he starts laughing. God damn it, I knew it! "Y/n, I'm not joking this time I swear, I really like you." My body relaxes and my eyebrows knit together. "Me? Why me?" He stands up and walks closer towards me, stopping in front of me, reaching out. "Because you're you." Wow the butterflies I feel, I think they're doing summersaults. "So you could say...that I am your crush?" He snorts. "If we were like 12!" I love his sarcasm. "I like you too Hyunjin." He smiles and nods.
"I know, you love staring at me, and besides Lucas told me." "I am going to kill that little gremlin!" "Well before you do, let's make this official." He slides his hand onto my waist and pulls me closer, gently tucking a loose strand of my Y/H/C hair behind my ear. I feel my breath fastening, this is all I have ever dreamed of, it's almost happening! I close my eyes waiting for a kiss. After 2 seconds of nothing, I open my eyes to a pitch black room. I was dreaming the whole time. I glance at my alarm clock and read 4:26 am, god damn it!
End♥︎
A/N-
Sorry for the small heartache I may have caused, I just really like these types of day dreamy stories!
Anyways I hope you all have a fantastic day/night and see you soon don't forget to leave a heart~ <3
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The Winner Takes It All
Episode 12
Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader
Chapter Warnings: this might be the saddest one... or maybe I'm delusional and it can only get worse from here. Anyways, death, canon typical violence, drowning, my sweet baby Lukas is trying his best as always... oh yeah a hUGE AMOUNT OF ANGST
Chapter Summary: This is the endgame, there are four tributes remaining. Who will live, and who will die? The choice has never been up to the tributes.
Word Count: 3.8k
my live action cinderella dress (movie accurate) is finally done so expect me to have a lot more editing time. I will also probably have more writing time so expect some endings to unfinished series.
“He had f-feelings for me?”
Lukas was dumbfounded. The poor kid didn’t even get to tell you. He tried to speak, opened his mouth to do so, but froze upon not knowing what he could possibly say in response. Maybe just start with the truth.
“He did,” his head fell when the words finally escaped. “I’m sorry, he wanted to tell you.”
You’d been silent. Not quiet, but absolutely silent. Lukas didn’t try to make you be anything else… but he did have to keep you moving. It wasn’t much later in the day, but the sun was already setting. The minimal amounts of light only being shown through the small openings of the tree canopy. It was harder to tell where you were going. Nothing looked the same as it did yesterday, or the day before. You could swear you’d walked through here to get to the stream, but the path had somewhat changed along the way.
As drowned in your thoughts as you’d been right after it happened, your entire body, including your brain, had been numbed to Rodey’s death. His blood was still on your hands. Figuratively and literally. You didn’t stare at it too long, forgetting to let your gaze linger on anything except the path ahead, and Lukas, who was three steps in front of you.
You both were half of the remaining tributes. It was a miracle you both had made it this far, but now that the numbers had dwindled, there were two other tributes left who were hunting the both of you. It was better to keep moving than to sit like a duck and let one of them take their victory.
The longer you went without finding the stream, your need for freshwater had grown exponentially. It was strange how the past few days it would rain for hours, but now that you actually needed water it ceased to exist… in a literal rainforest. That was the peak behavior of a game maker, to play sinisterly.
“We can stop here for now. Maybe if I can get up one of these trees I’ll be able to spot the stream again.”
You barely minded what he was saying, giving a small nod to at least show you heard him. You didn’t care much to speak anymore, not even to the person who you felt the most patience from. He was doing fine without the constant dialogue of the days before, and you knew he’d be fine without it till the end. He was going to win, there was no doubt in your mind. You’d thought that perhaps it could be him or Rodey, but Rodey died saving you. Now you would do the same for Lukas, whenever the situation finally came.
You sat down, back against a tree trunk and head dropped forward, eyes making an instant connection with the dried blood on your body. Even if you scrubbed at yourself for hours, there was no chance you could get rid of it all. You have the blood of two allies on your hands, now. That’s as many as you’re willing to have.
Lukas had set down his pack, starting to climb the roots and knots of the tree’s enormous base, when a tiny parachute descended straight towards him. You looked up when you heard the familiar sound it made, watching it fall into the boy’s hands.
“Head’s up,” he called, tossing you one of two canteens full of water. You took it gratefully, beginning to drink up as much as you could take.
Lukas smiled before looking down to the note included.
Talk to her for me, tell her it’s not her fault. - F
He sighed, trying to come up with any ideas on what he could possibly say. There’s no way to know if she’ll even be open to a conversation. There’s no indicator that she even wants to speak at all. But this is a sponsor that keeps them from having to exhaust their resources, and Finnick asked for something simple in return. He doesn’t understand why Finnick is so dead set on coddling you in this arena. It’s not like things are going to get any better from here. It’s an absolute fact that the time can only become worse, until everyone meets their end but one.
But against his logic, and against what his brain is telling him, his gut wants to follow his mentor’s instructions… So he does.
He sits beside you at the base of the tree, his own canteen in hand and his pack in the other.
“Listen, I know you don’t wanna talk about it,” he assumed, given the fact that you’ve literally said nothing since it happened. “But what happened, it wasn’t your fault. You know that, right?”
You reasoned with the scene over in your head, and the only way it didn’t end the same way is if he didn’t choose to jump in front of you. It was hard to think about, because you feel responsible. He wouldn’t have jumped if you weren’t there. But if you weren’t there, she’d only have him to charge at. It all ends the same every time. He was faster than you, braver than you. He would have stepped time and again, and you couldn’t stop him.
“He s-saved me. It was f-for me.”
“I know.”
You closed your canteen and let it roll out of your hands and onto the ground next to you, curling your legs to your chest and trying to comfort yourself. You really didn’t want to talk about it, but if he was adamant for you to do so, it was going to be on your terms.
He seemed to be stumbling for more words, and only came across some having rambled a thought from his head.
“I wish he’d never told you…”
“T-told me what?”
He hadn’t caught onto the fact that you had no idea what he was talking about. So like a dumbass, he kept going.
“About his feelings for you. I told him a few days ago it could only hurt you. Then again I also told him it was a good idea so I guess we were both stupid,” his rambling of a response made your eyes widen in both shock and anger.
“He had f-feelings for me?”
Lukas was dumbfounded. The poor kid didn’t even get to tell you. He tried to speak, opened his mouth to do so, but froze upon not knowing what he could possibly say in response. Maybe just start with the truth.
“He did,” his head fell when the words finally escaped. “I’m sorry, he wanted to tell you.”
For some reason, this information didn’t hurt you as much as it should. Instead, it angered you. How could he possibly have been so stupid to sacrifice himself in the name of feelings for someone he’d only recently met? How could he have given up a possible win, just to show his devotion. Had it been an instinctual move of protection, you could have accepted it… but no.
“I s-should be dead r-right now. All these p-people around me, dropping l-like flies. And I’m still h-here.”
“Don’t say things like that. Look, I get it. You feel responsible…”
You nodded, because yes, you absolutely did. Your ally’s blood is on your hands, and no matter how many times you scrub it away, it will always be there.
“But I feel responsible for you. I’d rather it be any of them than you, understand?” He finished off, his look of seriousness piercing yours of confused emotion. Sadness, anger, guilt. Probably more, but you can’t identify them.
You nodded, but his words didn’t make you feel any better. If anything it just made things worse. He was still trying to protect you, and you couldn’t stand losing one more ally. Especially not him. He had to be the one to make it out of here. You’d been thinking about it so much more the past several hours, now that only four remain. You’ve only gotten this far because of your allies, but now they are almost gone. It’s on the verge of every man for himself, but you know Lukas won’t let you die on your own. If it comes down to the two of you, you have every intention of throwing yourself from the top of a tree so he can go home. You don’t think you’ll survive the other two tributes, however.
“You’re g-going to win, y’know.”
He sighed, looking at the ground and shrugging. Maybe they are true, the things that you say. He just hopes they aren’t.
“I’m not so sure anymore. If I were a gambling man, I’d have to put money on you.”
“Well then it’s a g-good thing you don’t gamble,” you smiled, trying to expel every other feeling you had, and only hold onto one emotion at a time. The air was light, just around the two of you. Old friends, fighting for their lives, but they can still make the other smile, or laugh. It’s simply what friends can do.
Lukas hopes that he doesn’t leave this arena without you. He is praying to anyone that can hear his thoughts that if he watches you die, he’ll die too. It’s not like he has anything to go back to, anyway.
“Promise m-me something, for when you get h-home?” You asked, his curiosity piqued. “Promise me that you’ll take care of m-my family. My brother, make sure he d-doesn’t ever have his name in the bowl more than it h-has to be.”
He smiled. He hadn’t even thought about his own family, his mother. Probably because he didn’t consider her to be so, anymore.
“I promise, if I get out of here, I will.”
“T-thank you, Lukas.”
He leaned against you, his head resting on the tree while your own head was on his shoulder. You’d be perfectly content with dying if you could just drift away like this. Everything now was peaceful, and you’d left no stones unturned. Your family would be taken care of if Lukas lived, you know he’s good on his word. You know that having spoken with him, and even sitting here with him now, you will have resolved everything with him. There’s nothing else you need to know… except-
“Lukas?”
“Yeah?”
“W-why did you volunteer?”
He took a deep inhale beside you, then went stiff as the reasoning coursed through his mind. He could lie and say it was an impulsive mistake. He could come up with literally a million other things that would sound plausible for any kid on why they would do something so stupid. But he wasn’t any kid, and you weren’t just some bystander. You were his best friend. Either of you could die any moment, so he wanted to make sure you got nothing but the truth.
“The morning of the reaping, my mom and I had that argument,” he recalled. You nodded along, remembering the scene vividly. He hadn’t been himself until he’d gotten on a boat. The water always seemed to calm him down. “I’d been feeling better after work, but I went home to shower and get dressed.”
He stopped for a moment, his brow furrowing as he tried to bring it all back into recollection. The nasty look on his mother’s face, the way she swore at him and spewed her insanity. Thinking back to it now, him volunteering is just what she wanted. It would have been better to refuse volunteering out of spite.
“She told me I would never measure up to my father, and that there was no point in trying. When I asked her what she wanted from me, she told me she wished I had died in his place.”
Your hand immediately found his in a tight and reassuring grip when you heard this. It was just like his mother to go off and say some shit like that. Something that would scar him the rest of his life and force him to go immeasurable lengths, and for what?
“I told her I would volunteer if she wanted me dead so badly. She said I might as well, because it would be the only way to bring some pride back to our family. The sad thing is, I didn’t regret it until they called your name…”
“I’m s-so sorry,” you whispered to him, barely heard above the humming and buzzing of the rainforest. You clung to him, hoping that this could bring the smallest semblance of comfort in a place that exudes horror and danger. He clung right back to you, being still in your embrace as it was one of normalcy. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hug you, or look at you, or talk to you. Even simply being in your presence wasn’t something he was going to take for granted, because he knew that soon, he would never be able to again, whichever way it went.
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The day continued on, and the sun was setting much faster than you would ever anticipate. Probably because it wasn’t a real sun, and any glimpse of normalcy was non-lasting. It couldn’t be, because there had to be reminders that this was not the wilderness, and you were not safe. You would die any second. There were only four tributes remaining. You could imagine that things were getting tense back in the capitol. You couldn’t imagine the kid from eleven had garnered much of a fan base with Lukas being the prized tribute this year. You doubted the girl from one was getting any special attention, either. Not that they needed it. Estelle was most definitely the most qualified remaining tribute, a career who has trained for this moment all her life… but still, you’re sure Lukas will win it from her.
While walking in the marshy rainforest, you’re quickly reminded how easily this game can end.
You hear a branch snap a bit down the trail behind you, and you freeze.
“Lukas…” you whisper, drawing the knife from your hip.
He heard another branch, and turned his head, the boy named Brock from eleven quickly approaching, with Estelle on his heels. Whether or not she was chasing him, no one could be sure, but they both had a determined look in their eye, and all it took was one word for you to bolt ahead like lightning.
“Run.”
The branches below you snapped in half, the pressure of your rapid footsteps was intense enough to squash any animal or snake that dared slither into your path.
You could hear Lukas’ hard breath intake, as he was passing you every few seconds, then trailing a step behind, only to look back and make sure they weren’t gaining too quickly… except for they were. This was going to end in a face off, whether you liked it or not. You couldn’t run forever, and it was just a matter of time. You were ready to die, and you would protect Lukas.
You tripped over your steps, holding your hand out to stop Lukas in his tracks before he fell.
Well, at least you’d found the waterfall. The only downside is, you were at the top of it, having run onto a ledge that was at least a thirty foot drop into deep waters, raging from the pressure of the falls. There was no way you were making that jump without drowning. You’d probably have a heart attack on the way down and die before hitting the water.
“W-what do we do?” You turned to your counterpart, and he whipped his head back at the two approaching tributes.
“We’ve gotcha, now!” Estelle could be heard shouting, the sound getting far too close for comfort. It was now evident that they had been teamed up on this effort. “Nowhere to run!”
Lukas yanked your arm, pulling you beside him.
“Do you trust me?” he asked sincerely, the look in his eyes made you scared, like he was thinking irrationally, and he was… but it was all he could come up with.
“Yes,” you nodded, but grabbed his hand which was still on your arm. “Lukas?”
He didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t answer your call of his name. He didn’t even give you a second to understand what the hell he was about to do. He just did it.
Within a moment, gravity became your enemy, and you went flying backwards off the edge of the cliffside, arms and legs flailing as you screamed all the way down into the waters. You sucked in a quick breath before being fully submerged, hammered down by the constant onslaught of heavy water.
Lukas took off, running away while the others were distracted by your fall into the depths. He ran towards the forest again, trying to jump logs and dodge trees, anything that could make their path to him harder.
Brock was still looking over the edge, having been surprised by the play of events.
“Let’s go, we can’t let him get far,” Estelle pulled him by the shoulder, turning him to the rainforest patches again.
“What about the girl?”
Estelle scoffed, “We’ll hear a cannon in a few minutes, she can’t swim.”
And with that, they took off.
Immediately being in water, the panic set into your mind. You were clawing around, trying to make it out, reaching out for anything that you could use to pull yourself up… but with the pressure beating down over you, you sank deeper, and deeper, with no savior to jump in after you, now. This was it. This was the moment you had to choose.
Live, or Die.
Last time you chose to die, but there was nothing on the line. Lukas is on the line now. He is the only person you swore you were going to protect in this arena, and you had to find a way out of here if that was going to happen.
You tried to quiet your mind, to forget the past and just how much you hated being in this water. You were ignoring just how badly your arms ache while attempting to paddle to the surface. You forgot it all and remembered the boy you’ve known since childhood. You remembered all the times he stood up for you against the kids mocking your stutter. You remembered just how much he’s done for you and is still doing for you… and suddenly, your head breaks through the surface, and you’re able to crawl into the small cavern behind the waterfall.
You start heaving breaths, rapidly letting the air tear through your lungs, now that they had access to air in the first place. You smiled to yourself once you were able to get high enough on the rocks to stand. You survived. You’d been dealt a hand that was completely out of your favor and you managed to climb out and breathe the air around you.
Your excitement was immediately cut off when you heard a cannon sound.
You didn’t waste a minute in climbing the rocks as fast as you could, albeit a little clumsy from having wet hands and shoes. Your mind raced, and you hoped that your heart pounding would be eased, and you would be wrong about your suspicions.
“No, n-no,” you shook your head, running into the rainforest and looking around frantically. You took several turns, and couldn’t see anything or anyone, but you had your knife drawn anyway. You were practically panting by now, the heaviness in your breath never dwindling.
The minute you came to a clearing, your eyes falling on the person in front of you, your eyes watered with tears.
“Lukas,” you slid down to your knees next to his limp frame, pulling him into your lap to hold him. “Wake up. W-wake up, Lukas, I’m h-here.”
He didn’t budge, but as you rocked him, you were able to see the source of this tragedy, the trail of blood, streaming from his chest and over his body in gushes. It was all over your hands, and it was all over your arms. It was all over you. You were covered in his blood, just like you were covered in Rodey’s dried blood. You’d let another ally sacrifice themselves for you. You swore you wouldn’t.
This wasn’t just another ally, and this wasn’t just a tribute you’d met a week ago. This was the best friend you’d ever had. The person who grew up alongside you into a wonderful man. He was the person who comforted you when you felt too embarrassed to go to a family member. He was the boy who’d complimented you when no other boy would dare. He was the one who brought you shells every morning from his walk to the docks. And now he is the boy who’s blood you are covered in, crying over miserably.
You can’t bring yourself to part with him, to let him go. You know if you do, something different will become of you. Something you have never been before. So you don’t. You cling to him, and you cry, and you let the thunder that begins to rumble above you reflect your emotion. It’s been a day since it’s rained in this rainforest, but even still, the rain doesn’t pour, it only trickles slightly. Enough to remind you that despite this loss, and despite the fact that you will never be the same, you are still in this arena, and there is only one way out.
You raise your head, and hear another sound of a cannon. You look around, but there is no sign of movement or of other tributes.
There’s only one left, and despite what you’ve said since the moment you entered this God forsaken place, despite your morals, and despite these tributes not being your real enemy, there is only one thing on your mind, and you will not rest until you’ve attained it…
As you move to stand, you roll Lukas’ body on his back, placing his hands over his chest to be at rest. You hate that this is how his story ends. You want to bury him, you want to give him a proper memorial, but you know this arena will be scrapped by the capitol for next year’s use, and this spot will be desecrated soon after you arrange it. So you’ve decided you will raise a memorial of him back home, when you arrive there.
Your tears are still running hot, but there’s a new fire under them that hadn’t been there before. There’s an anger you’ve never felt before. There’s a glint in your eyes that will not be satisfied.
You turn your head at the familiar sound of an incoming parachute, the contents of the container seem to be large, as there’s an entire box being lowered in. You watch it fall to the ground, in disbelief at the sheer size of it alone. It comes up to about your knees, and you wonder, what could Finnick have sent me?
You flick open the top, and immediately see the contents of the inside. Rope, lots and lots of rope. Several carabiners are included that could be used for rock climbing, but you know, and he knows, that’s not what you have in mind.
You pick up the note, two little wet spots appearing from the tears in your eyes, and the rain from above.
Show no Mercy… - F
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Ivy - Part 7
gif by: @hotch-girl <3
Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)
Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Warnings: this chapter is nsfw - 18+
Minors DNI
Chapter summary: this is just a little piece of fluff and smut <3 only happy stuff <3
i wasn't in the mood to write angst so i was like...why not post something happy before all the sh*t happen! 🫢
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“Stay.”
The feeling of Aaron’s hand playing with your hair had almost lulled you to sleep and you wanted nothing more than to let yourself drift off in the arms of your favorite person.
“I texted Sean I’d be at a friend’s house before I came here. I can tell him I’ll spend the night there,” you said, running your fingers through the short hair of his chest.
“Please do,” Aaron whispered and kissed the top of your head.
“Where did I leave my phone?”
“I think I saw it somewhere on the floor,” he said.
“Of course,” you groaned, getting out of bed and your man’s warm embrace.
When you had it in your hands, you fell back on the bed and Aaron lost no time before crawling on top of you. “What are you gonna say?”
“Maybe I can tell him she broke up with her boyfriend and I have to stay to comfort her,” you suggested.
“Yes, my ex-boyfriend is such an asshole,” he said, leaving soft kisses on your neck. “I need so much comforting,” he fake-whined. “Need you to hold me all night.”
You giggled and started typing your lie; Aaron’s neck kisses feeling good enough for you not to feel guilty about it.
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Aaron decided that your pretty pout as you were sleeping, your sweet scent, and your hair tickling his nose were the things he wanted to wake up to every day for the rest of his life.
He pulled you closer against his chest, craving you, wanting you as close as possible. How could he ever let you go after last night?
He stayed there with you in his arms, absorbing the moment, unable to keep himself from making plans for the two of you - the three of you.
You could be a family; Jack already adored you.
He thought of family movie nights with Jack insisting on watching superhero movies and the two of you unable to tell him no. He thought of snuggles on his couch and summer vacation and lazy Sunday mornings with his loves.
After about half an hour, he finally decided to get up. You deserved a beautiful breakfast and he’d make it happen. He put on his plaid pajama pants and made his way to the kitchen.
He was glad he had gone grocery shopping earlier that week and oats weren’t the only available breakfast meal he had.
Later, when he heard some noise in the background he realized you were up as well. Just walking around his room, using his bathroom…he could get used to that. He wanted to.
The sound of your footsteps getting louder and closer had him smirking to himself. His heart could burst from all the affection he felt for you.
You hugged his waist and kissed him between the shoulder blades, murmuring a soft ‘good morning’.
“Good morning to you too,” he said and turned around. “Mmm…I like you in my shirt,” he teased.
It was clearly not your size but in his opinion it fit you perfectly.
“I like you without it,” you grinned, and stood on your tiptoes to press your lips against his.
He cupped your cheeks so he could stare at you properly. “You look even prettier in the morning.”
“Stop it,” you laughed, and slapped his chest playfully. He loved making you shy.
He pinched your cheek and turned around again.
“Pancakes?”
“They’re ready. No raw dough for you to eat I’m afraid,” he said and that earned him a bite on his arm. “I just need to add some syrup.”
“My handsome chef,” you said, kissing his shoulder.
“Stop it with the kisses,” he scolded you. “They’re distracting.”
“You’re too irresistible, sorry,” you replied, not sounding sorry at all. To further your point you continued with the tiny kisses and bites all over his exposed skin.
Aaron reached out his arm behind him and grabbed your wrist, bringing you in from of him and trapping you between his body and the kitchen counter.
“You were such a good girl last night, what happened to you? Can’t get enough?”
You shook your head no.
His large hands went underneath your shirt. He gripped your ass and then moved them upwards, taking the fabric with him until it went over your head and you were completely out of his shirt.
The sight of your naked torso took his breath away just like it did the first time. His hand cupped your left breast and his mouth went on yours before moving down your neck.
“Did you wake up needy but found the bed empty, baby?” he whispered in your ear.
“Yeah…” you moaned.
“Stay here,” he said and gave you a rough kiss.
When he returned with a condom in his hand, he could see your eyes sparkle. “Excited to be fucked again?”
“Very much so,” you grinned pulling him close to you.
“I’ve created a brat,” he said kissing the tip of your nose. “But, fuck, I like spoiling you.”
“Don’t act like I can’t see how hard you are, old man,” you teased him. “You want this too.”
“Of course I do,” his voice softened. “I want you like crazy.”
After kissing you, he spoke again. “Turn around for me.”
You did as he said. Aaron lowered himself to take off your underwear and kissed his way up to your neck. His hand went between your legs and he found you as wet as he expected.
You immediately whimpered at the contact.
He fingered you slowly; knowing his pace was torturously slow but enjoying your desperate little moans and sounds.
“Rub your clit while I finger you,” he ordered you. “Want you to cum like that first.”
“Oh my God,” you whined, your hand moving a little faster than his, eager to finish.
“That’s my girl,” he said and you kept going and going until you were shaking against him.
“Fuck,” you said, breathless, after you came.
“There’s more,” he replied.
He got himself ready and just a few seconds later he was inside you.
“Aaron,” you moaned, driving him crazy.
Your hands were on the counter in order to support yourself but he craved them on him. As if you had read his mind, you lifted your right hand and placed it on the back of his neck, exposing yourself even more to him. He couldn’t resist cupping your tits, massaging them while moving against you.
“Feels amazing,” you said.
“I know, sweet girl.” It did.
Aaron’s hands moved to your waist; he grabbed you so hard he was afraid it hurt you, but then again you didn’t protest. He pushed himself inside you harder and harder each time, losing himself in the pleasure of the moment.
He was getting close so he started touching your clit. Your sweet whines made his touch softer. “I know it’s sensitive, baby. But I know that you need it.”
Your orgasm followed right after his.
He pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” you said.
Aaron chuckled softly and turned you around so he could see your face. “My angel.”
Your hands went to the sides of his head as you stood there, staring at him with a smile. “I’m happy with you,” you admitted. “Never knew love could feel like this.”
“Tell me about it,” he said and kissed your palm.
He let you clean yourself and get back in his shirt, impatient to get you in his lap and see whether you’d like his new pancake recipe.
Part 8
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mornings with you ('your eyes' series)
♡ "Come live with me."
pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader.
genre: fluff, slice of life, neighbour!AU, suggestive.
word count: 9,321
warnings: swearing, cheesy asf.
summary: you've been living in the same apartment building for years now. everything has always been to your comfort; no noisy neighbour, no argument with the landlord, a cozy neighbourhood... when you've come to the realization you could not pay for your sweet home anymore, your friendly neighbour suggests a plan for you to stay. are you going to say no to the handsome man with many charms? of course not.
SERIES MASTERLIST
Your pen was rolling off your desk, yet again. With a small groan, you bent down to pick it up, your friend Dahye giving you an annoyed look. The class was three hours long, and with already two hours in, you couldn't wait until it was finished. As an attempt to occupy yourself, you had been playing with your coloured pens and had dropped a few of them in the process. Dahye had given you the death glare each time and you couldn't do much else than smile apologetically. As the teacher kept talking, you drew your attention on your notebook where you had drawn small sketches over the last few weeks. Inspecting your poorly drawn flower, your brought your pencil to it and started to form some shading. Focused on your work, you did not hear your teacher calling you out. Much to her exasperation, Dahye nudged your arm making you shoot your head up.
"Sorry, what?"
The professor sighed in disappointment before repeating. "I asked if you could explain the meaning of Hamlet."
Completely clueless, you stared at her as confusion spread across your face. Seeing that you did not know the answer, she asked another student which made you relax before going back to your drawing.
The class finished sooner since the professor ended it by giving you your next assignment. English literature was either your best subject or your worst depending on the teacher. This semester, it was clearly your weakest one so far. Can you blame yourself when the class was three hours with a boring woman speaking monotony in front of you?
It took you some time to gather your belongings while your friend waited, tapping her foot on the ground. Your bag all packed, you pointed to her foot with a confused look.
"What?" she said nervously in defense. "I'm stressed."
"You're always stressed." you snarked at her as you headed out of the classroom. "It's just a small assignment, nothing to worry about."
"Small? Y/N, this grade counts for 20% of the semester. If I fail this, I'm failing the course. My parents are going to kill me if that happens." she frantically explained, but you rolled her eyes at her dramatic behaviour.
"Says the girl who has perfect marks."
She kept on ranting, but you were not listening to her anymore. You reached your shared locker to get your hoodie before you walked together to the bus stop. You could not wait to arrive home to drop on your bed while watching a movie. You could only imagine the warm bowl of popcorn filled with butter with a beverage on the side. While daydreaming, Dahye's stopped on her tracks, frustrated with how you paid no attention to her.
"Y/N." she nagged, waking you up from your trance.
"I'm sorry." you smiled weakly. "The class was so boring, it tired me."
"Right, now let me guess. You're going home to do nothing of your evening?" You grinned at her guess, but she didn't copy your expression. "I don't understand why you got a dorm apartment for yourself when you could have a simple dorm. You barely get out of your room, anyway."
"And I keep telling you on how I like my place. The building is quiet enough, unlike yours."
The conversation was cut quickly when her bus pulled over in front of you two.
"I'm going to study at the coffee shop tomorrow, you're coming?" she asked, but you shook your head as a no. "Alright, I'll see you next week, then. Have fun alone, tonight!"
"Thank you, Dahye." you faked a smile as she got on the bus.
Your apartment was in the closest dorm building on campus. The landlord was not originally part of the school, but they made arrangements to accept students to reduce the fees. This made this even better. You had a wide place for yourself for half the price on the usual market. No matter how much Dahye was going to mock you for living on your own, you liked your home so much. You liked how close it was to the campus and how it was peaceful although the fact that all tenants were young adults who liked to party. One thing you had grown fond of was the cute art major student who lived at the end of your hallway. From the few conversations you'd had with him, you learned he was renting the place to make himself a small art studio. You admired the passion he held for this hobby of his. You wouldn't say you were close to the guy, but you were civil to each other. In fact, you used your hospitality many times to come to his help.
When the elevator opened when it reached your floor, you were more than happy to see the young man, who was struggling to open his front door. You chuckled from the sight, being far enough so he couldn't hear you.
"Hyunjin." you said loud enough for him to turn his attention to you.
He smiled while trying to hide his distressed look from his fight with his door lock. "Hey, Y/N!"
"Are you alright?" you chuckled again.
With a sigh, he gave up trying to look normal as worry creeped back on his face. "Honestly, no. I think I mixed up my keys with my sister's again, cause I can't open it. I'll have to ask her to come over... again."
If Hyunjin had the looks of a prince, his younger sister had the features of a goddess. Hyunjoo was, unarguably, one of the most attractive girls to have stepped foot in the college. Hyunjin was already famous among the students, so his sister entering the same school had been a big deal. You were one of the few lucky ones to be able to talk to him on a daily basis. Not like it mattered to you. For you, Hyunjin was simply this clumsy boy with a big heart. Cute.
"You can come in while waiting for her." you suggested, but he moved his hands as to refuse your offer.
"You already did this last time, I don't want to be a bother."
"You're not a bother at all."
Still reluctant, he agreed nonetheless and followed you behind to get in your place. Luckily, you had cleaned around the day before, so it wasn't as much of a mess. Being used to it by now, Hyunjin made himself home by sitting on your couch, pulling out his phone to text his sister. In the meantime, you served him a glass of water and he gave you a warm smile as a thank you.
"She said she should be here in about 15 minutes." he said while turning off his phone to put it aside.
"Good." You sat down next to him. "I was about to continue this drama I started last week. Wanna watch it with me?"
"Sure." he shrugged his shoulder.
You started to play the series on your TV, and got up to go make yourself some popcorn. You would have made Hyunjin a bowl, but if he wasn't going to be staying for more than 15 minutes, you would have made it for nothing. He commented on the characters and asked you a few questions about the plot since you were already halfway through the show.
It didn't take long when you heard a knock on your door, a cue for your neighbour that it was time to leave. You opened the door to the, now familiar, girl who was glaring at her brother, unimpressed.
"Hi, Y/N! Thank you so much for giving shelter to my dumbass of a brother." she smiled kindly to you. "I don't know how you mix up our keys all the time, stupid." she snorted at the man, not forgetting to hit his arm.
Hyunjin flinched at the contact and stared down in shame. "Sorry." he mumbled. "Thanks again, Y/N. I'll see you around." he gave you a soft smile.
"Anytime." you laughed. "Bye, Hyunjoo! It was nice to see you again."
The girl waved you goodbye as she dragged Hyunjin behind, nagging at his clumsiness. You watched them go for a few seconds before closing the door. Hearing the noise from your TV, you suddenly remembered you had a night in for yourself to attend to. Without losing another second, you brought your popcorn with you to watch your drama.
Romance was something you believed to be rare. From past experiences, you could say for sure that none of the gestures your favourite actors were doing for their partner on screen could be seen in real life. Part of you wanted to believe you could have this kind of dynamic with a significant other, but life showed you otherwise. Your past partner, Minho, was close to being your dream man. However, his detached personality could not fit with yours and resulted to multiple arguments. Since then, you had not put yourself out there. You were fine with being single, most of the time. But when you were watching your romcoms, that's when you would be longing to have this in your life.
After a few tears dropping from your eyes and two episodes watched in a row, you glanced at the pile of clothes overflowing your laundry basket. Maybe it was time for you to clean your clothes. For once, you decided to be responsible and grabbed the basket as you left your flat. The common laundry room was rather spacious. Mostly, it was a spot where you liked to interact with your neighbours. You might had been hoping that you would meet Hyunjin again, but to your small deception, you met eyes with Jeongin when you opened the door.
"Ah, you." you joked and the younger boy gasped, offended.
"Sorry I'm not Mr. Handsome."
You picked the washing machine next to his and started to load it. "I'm joking, you're handsome too." you smiled.
"I know." he smiled back. "Jisung told me Hyunjin got stuck outside his place again."
"Right. I had to let him squat at mine."
"That's twice in a month! I'm starting to think he does this purposely."
"Don't be stupid. Hyunjin is too preoccupied with his art or school that it makes sense he's being clumsy." you shrugged, closing the machine and starting it.
Jeongin's started to beep as a sign that his batch of laundry was done. After gathering his clothes (and his roommate's), he started to fold them lazily.
"Did you ask Jisung to take turns with the chores?" you questioned as you observed him.
"I did, but you know him. He stays inside all day and doesn't go out unless I force him to."
"Poor you."
As he finished placing the clothes back in his basket, he waved you goodbye and headed out of the room. As for you, you waited for the machine to be done by scrolling through TikTok. You didn't want the app, initially, but your psychology project partner, Felix, had insisted for you to download it. You would never admit it to him, but you became addicted to it. It helped you pass time, especially at times like this one.
An hour or so passed before your clothes were dried and folded. Walking out, you stumbled on your feet clumsily and lost your balance. Cursing at yourself mentally, you didn't even try to get your balance back and you let yourself fall. When your body stopped mid-fall, you let out a breath in relief.
"Be careful." a soft voice spoke and you recognized it almost immediately.
Getting back on your feet, you grinned at the sight of the man. He had changed into a more comfortable outfit: a pair sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. No matter what he wore, he looked good.
"Thanks." you said shyly.
As he was about to say something, you took off rapidly and ran to the elevator. His gaze lingered to your direction as he let out a small huff. You were one of a kind, for sure.
Psychology class was only fun because Felix was in it and brought you brownies. The moment you learnt he had the hobby of baking, you begged him to bring you some of his pastries each time he would make them. Thankfully, he was too sweet of a guy to say no, and he started to do so since the beginning of the semester. People got the word about his baking skills and started to request baked goods from him, and he accepted. The infamous brownie boy was your creation and you could say you were proud.
When you saw a tupperware on your desk, you had never sat down on your seat so quickly. Morning class could not be boring if you had food along with it.
"What did you make, this time?" you asked Felix while you hopped up and down on your chair.
"Chocolate chips cookies. I'm trying to convince Hyunjoo that I'm a good baker, but the woman is hard to please." he let out a heavy sigh.
Although Felix had never told you explicitly he liked the girl, it was more than obvious. You could not blame him, you had a thing for one of the Hwang siblings as well.
"I'm not complaining if that results into more desserts." you said and took a bite of a cookie, moaning at the delicious taste.
Felix shot you a disgusted look. "I get that they are good, but don't make those sounds..."
"You should just take the compliment instead."
"Y/N, Felix." the professor glared at you. "Class has started."
"Sorry." Felix bowed his head before nudging your leg with his foot.
You held in a laugh as you almost choked on your cookie. Yeah, psychology class with Felix were fun. Until they were not.
The teacher allowed you to work in teams to complete the exercices and you instinctively paired up with your freckled friend. Obviously, you did most of the work, but he had brought you food so you weren't complaining. Just as you thought this course was getting pleasant, Felix had to drop a bomb on you.
"I invited Minho to eat with us."
Pausing on your writing, you looked up at your friend with a frown. "Minho, as in Lee Minho?" He nodded. "Felix, what were you thinking?" you almost yelled, but kept your tone normal since you were in class.
"I bumped into him this morning and he was talking with Hyunjin. I asked Hyunjin for some help with his sister so we agreed to eat together to talk about it. Minho has his break too, so he would tag along." he justified, but you weren't having it.
"I haven't adressed a word to him for a year, man." you whined.
"Look at the bright side, Hyunjin is going to be there." he wiggled his eyebrow.
While his crush on Hyunjoo was obvious, yours on Hyunjin was just as much apparently. However, you had avoided him since that time he had caught you from falling, too embarrased to face him again. You gave in after more bickering, determining that one lunch break with your ex wasn't that bad... No, you were definitely only doing this because Felix was your only friend in college other than Dahye and the latter had classes only in the afternoon, allowing her to sleep in. Thus, he was the only social interaction you could get and you weren't enough of a loser to eat alone in self pity.
Lunch time arrived and you followed Felix to the usual table you both would take. On his phone, he texted the two others about your location so they could join you. You were not as hungry as usual since you had stuffed your belly with Felix's cookies, so you watched him pull out his bento box where he had packed fried chicken as a meal.
"Did you cook that?" you nodded your head towards the meat.
"Seungmin did."
You could see how a roommate was useful. They could be making food or doing the laundry for you. Even though the idea was appealing, you were still content that you had a place for yourself. Sharing an apartment with someone was a no-no for you. And seemingly, sharing a table was just as much. You saw the two men approaching from behind your friend and you could already feel that the vibe was off. Minho sat next to Felix while Hyunjin took the spot next to you.
"Lee." you said in a passive aggressive tone.
"Hi." he replied coldly.
"You two know each other?" Hyunjin asked, having no idea on why there was such a tension.
"More or less." Minho shrugged before stealing a piece of chicken from Felix. You scoffed at his action, which only made him glare at you.
"Okay..." Felix trailed off before coughing to fill in the awkwardness. "So, Hyunjin. How's Hyunjoo?"
"You saw her yesterday, no?"
He blushed at the remark. "Right. Did she like my cookies?"
Hyunjin shrugged his shoulders while munching on the sandwich he had just unwrapped. "I don't know, we don't really talk. But if you want one advice, stop being a try hard. She likes soft boys."
"But I'm a soft boy..?" he mumbled before looking at you in search of any agreeing. Instead, he found you still exchanging glares with Minho. "Y/N?"
"Yeah, yeah, you're a soft boy, Lix..." you agreed carelessly.
Hyunjin was still confused and observed the staring contest more attentively. "Are you two okay?" he dared to ask.
"I guess." you shrugged. "Are we?"
"Depends. Am I too distant to be around?" Minho spat out.
Your eyes widened at his words. He did not just say that. "Am I too clingy to be around?"
In panic, Felix quickly spoke to change the subject. Luckily, Minho didn't seem in the mood to argue more and he went back to eating in silence. After more of Felix's uninteresting story-telling, you've had enough of the weird atmosphere. It was probably time you buried the hatchet with your ex.
"Min." you interrupted your friend, who sent you an offended look. Minho hummed, but he was visibly taken aback by the nickname you used. "Are we okay? I mean, for real."
His ears got red, which you took as a good sign. "I mean, I never was actually mad at you." he admitted. "I figured you wanted space after we broke up."
"Yes, but I did tell you I wanted to remain friends. So, are we good? I'm sorry for my petty comments earlier."
Even more startled, he awkwardly nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry too. We're good, don't worry."
He managed a small smile that you returned. The weight had came off your shoulders and you could feel yourself lighter. You felt someone looking at you and you realized it was Hyunjin, still in confusion.
"Ah, we used to date." you explained briefly and he nodded.
"You have something here." He reached his hand to your mouth, rubbing at the corner of your lips with his thumb. "There you go. I think it was chocolate." he laughed nervously.
Eyes wide opened, you turned to look at Felix who was pressing his lips together, restraining himself from smirking at you.
"Thanks." you coughed.
This scenario was oddly similar to your last interaction with him. Trying to contain the blush creeping on your face, you stole a chicken piece from Felix as a distraction. Heads up: it did not work as Hyunjin was still staring at you.
Great.
"The deadline is tomorrow, how can you ask me to calm down?" Dahye exclaimed as she paced back and forth in your living room.
With your notebook in hands, you didn't bother looking at her and exhaled loudly at her usual ranting. You loved the girl, but school was making her go crazy.
"I did it under four hours of work and you know I'm much slower than you. You'll be fine."
She scoffed at your poor words of encouragement. "You don't get it. I'm not stressed about the work. I'm stressed Seungmin will stop giving me coffee each time he sees me in the shop."
You closed your notes by hearing her. "You know Seungmin?"
She pointed at you, lost on why you asked this. "YOU know Seungmin? And were you even listening to what I've been telling you for the past 20 minutes?"
Before you could answer, you heard a knock coming from your front door. You got up to answer and you saw the postman. He held you out an envelope with the school's informations on it. You were about to question on why he didn't leave it in the mailbox, but he answered before you could speak.
"Urgent news statement, I'm giving this to everyone."
Nodding, you thanked him before closing the door. Opening the envelope, a formal letter was written to inform you about new prices established on the campus. It was mostly book and food prices as well as some other service fees. Being already broke, you groaned while reading out loud the raised prices. Dahye took it from your hand and frowned upon viewing one section in particular.
"You might want to read this one."
Giving it back to you, you spotted the section about dorm prices, and the apartments had risen significantly. You were already barely able to afford the place, now you really could not pay rent anymore.
"Fuck this shit." you said, dropping your head into your hands. You heard another knock and rolled your eyes at the sound. "What now?"
Dahye opened the door for you and there stood Hyunjin, holding a cup of ice americano in his hand. "Hey."
"Hyunjin? What brings you here?"
Your question seemed to make him nervous, as he started to blink rapidly and search for his words. "Ah, um... I thought we... I don't... I... Didn't we agree on going to school together now since we have classes at the same time on Thursdays?"
"Shoot, right, I'm sorry." you got up to get your school bag.
"I'll be off, then. Call me if you need anything, okay?" Dahye said, concerned, before leaving your place.
The walk was rather uncomfortable. While Hyunjin was trying to make small talk, your mind could not focus properly. Your main problem played repeatedly in your head, trying to find a solution. Your family home was hours from the college, you could not go back there. Dahye was already rooming with a girl named Eunhee, and she most likely wasn't going to kick her out for you to go live with her. Felix had Seungmin, and Jeongin was with Jisung. Overall, the few people you knew already had roommates. The part you hated the most about the situation was that you'd have to give up your quiet place you'd grown to love.
Hyunjin noticed you weren't a 100% into the conversation, so he stopped walking and put a hand on your shoulder. "What is it?"
"Uh?" you blinked a few times.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, is everything alright? Is it about Minho?"
The both of you had grown closer immensely since that lunch break with Minho and Felix. You had exchanged numbers and went over to the other's apartment just for fun sometimes. You had told him about your break up and he told you about his non-existent love life, which surprised you considering he could get any girl he wanted.
"What about him?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "He's gotten with someone, apparently. Maybe you feel upset about it, I don't know."
From all the things that could upset you, this was the last one on your mind. "Oh, no. He can get do whatever he wants, I don't care. No, it's just that..." you paused as you felt tears building up. You felt like an idiot for crying over a stupid apartment. "The prices went up."
He let out a sigh and looked down. "Yeah, I got the paper. I'm lucky enough to have saved more than needed but I'll have to cut on some expenses."
You huffed, almost in jealousy. "Lucky you. I'll need to get a dorm instead, and chances are that I'll have to live with a pure stranger."
By now, some tears had rolled down your cheek. It took everything in Hyunjin not to brush it off for you. One thing he learnt by hanging out with you more frequently was that he was totally infatuated with you. Your careless but sensitive persona only made him like you more.
"Come live with me."
His heart stopped from his own offer. His mouth spoke before he could even think. Even then, the idea had popped only briefly. He had no idea why he let it blurt out so easily. And from your reaction, you were as dumbfounded as he was.
"I-I mean, you know my place already. And it's close to where you live. And we know each other. And I think I'm a good roommate. And I'd leave you your space. You know what? Forget about it, I don't know what came-"
"Let's do it." you cut him off.
"Oh." he gulped. "Are you sure?"
You nodded your head, uncertainly. "I mean, I don't have any other option. Not like I don't like the idea of living with you, but I mean, it's the only option that seem more than decent."
You stopped yourself from talking before you would say anything any more stupid. As for Hyunjin, you had never seen him grin so widely. Either from happiness or to diffuse the weird atmosphere, it didn't matter. It might be a bad plan accepting to live with your hot neighbour, but the perks were numerous and you could simply not refuse.
"I'll clear my art room for you, then." he beamed at you. "And before you say I shouldn't, I insist. I have access to the art studio at school, anyway, and I have a spot in my room that I can arrange for my work."
"Alright." you smiled back. "I owe you a lot then, thank you."
Upon learning you were moving in with her brother, Hyunjoo had insisted to help you out with your boxes and such. Telling her that Felix was already going to give you a hand, it only made her plead to join the lot. An opportunity to play cupid was presented to you, so you took it and had them move your bed while giggling like children. Dahye would have come if it wasn't for her essay she had to complete, but you believed she was only making up an excuse to see Seungmin.
"How many books do you own?" Hyunjin breathed out in exhaustion from bringing the third box of books already.
"I stopped counting after ten." you shrugged your shoulders. "You don't have to do this, you know. Skipping class to help me. I have these two." you pointed to the blushing pair.
"As if you wanted to third-wheel." he rolled his eyes. "It's fine, I swear. Besides, I want to help you organize your bedroom so you can feel at home for the first night."
Your heart melted. This confirmed how much of a bad idea it was to be living with him. If simple gestures like this made you fond of him, how was it going to be the day he brings food at home for dinner?
"That is if they actually move my bed." you shifted your gaze towards your friend. "Lix, the bed." you said with a stern look.
The pair didn't stay long after finally bringing your bed into your new room. Leaving to have another baking session together, you were left alone with Hyunjin. The feeling was foreign, but you'd have to get used to it. In silence, you put your clothes in your drawers while Hyunjin arranged the covers on your mattress. It was enjoyable, not saying a word to each other but still appreciating the company. After some time, he pulled out his phone to play some music for an ambiance. Unconsciously, he started to hum along the lyrics and it might have been the prettiest voice you had ever heard. You were aware of his many talents, but his singing voice had remained a mystery until now. When the song ended, you took the time to compliment him. His face now pink, he thanked you shyly as he continued to place your books on your shelf.
Hours of work had passed and you determined you were pretty much done. You ordered food and ate, in silence still, while being on your phone. Dahye had sent you plenty of texts telling you all about her evening with Seungmin, being the first time he had actually made discussion with her instead of acting indifferent. With her starting her thing with the guy and Felix being head over heels for Hyunjoo, you were surrounded with love by then. Even Jeongin had told you about a girl he met not so long ago. Forgetting you were not alone in the kitchen, you let out an incoherent grumble, complaining about your lack of spice in that aspect. Hyunjin flinched, taken aback by your sudden noises.
"What did you say?"
Remembering the man was now your flatmate, you grew embarrassed. "Sorry, I have this habit of talking to myself sometimes."
"No problem. It's kind of cute."
It was his turn to be embarrassed as he avoided eye contact, going back on his phone. He had finished his meal afterwards, not adding another comment in fear of flustering himself any further. He waited patiently as you ate your last bite only to fight with you over the dishes. Persistent, he left you sitting alone as he washed your plates. For you, the silence had lasted for too long. Standing on the other side of the counter, you leaned onto it as you made talk.
"Did you call back that girl who asked you out?"
Alright, maybe you should have kept your mouth shut. However, you were too curious for your own good. Hyunjin looked at you curiously, but still answered.
"No. I told you I don't have the energy for that, and they only ask me out because of my looks. Not worth it." he explained as he dried the utensiles. "How about you?"
You scoffed. "Do you see me whoring around? I rather stay home and do nothing. Plus, Minho traumatized me."
"Was he that bad?" he snickered.
"Not really, but we fought a lot over stupid things." you sighed, nostalgia lingering. "I'm glad he found his person." There, one more person who had some action happening in the love department.
"Me too." he said in a yawn. "I think I'll head to bed. Do you need anything?"
"No, go ahead. I'll do the same eventually."
"Okay, but let me know if you need me. Good night, roomie." he grinned as he sent you a wink.
Damn you, Hwang Hyunjin. "Night." you replied in a murmur.
"What's up, Jeongin!" you exclaimed the moment you saw your neighbour in the laundry room. You took notice of the girl next to him. "I'm presuming you are Youngmi, right?"
The girl nodded shyly. "Y/N?" she guessed in a small voice.
"That's me." you smiled and took your usual spot. "I won't interrupt, I'll just load this and head back."
Jeongin inspected you scrupulously and snickered at you. "I swear I've seen Hyunjin wear this exact shirt the other day."
Already two months into living with the man, you formed a routine that worked for you both. Wednesday nights were the times where you would be watching a drama together and hang out in the other's room to simply chat. His way of living was oddly similar to yours which made things much easier. He was an horrible cook, but tried his best whenever it was his turn to make dinner. He showed you his art for second opinions and you made him read some of your favourite books. Once, you accidently wore his hoodie, but he assured you that he did not mind and that, in fact, you were prettier in his clothes. What you loved the most about living with him was forming this comfortable dynamic together. As you had predicted, you had it hard for the man.
"Yeah, it's the first thing I saw before coming here." you answered nonchalantly.
"Whatever, missy."
You loaded the machine and left quickly to give the couple a moment. Entering the flat, Hyunjin was laid down on the couch, frown on his face as he read his school book carefully. It was close to the end of the semester, meaning exams were coming up soon. Summer was also nearing, so you would be going back to your parents' home in a few weeks only.
"Your sculpture analysis?" you questioned him while shooing him to make space for you.
You sat down and he pulled his legs back on your lap, letting out a groan. "Yeah, I haven't even started to write it. He wants us to use the material we saw since the beginning of the course, but it's all painting aspects." he complained.
"Oof, I wish I could help."
He sent you a warm smile before looking back into his notes. "You're helping by listening to my venting."
"We're all struggling, it's nothing."
You grabbed the TV remote and put on a movie to pass time. For once, it wasn't a romcom, but a horror movie.
"Are you being for real?" he deadpanned at you.
"What?" you said innocently.
"You expect me to study while hearing screaming?"
"I lowered the volume."
"Y/N." he glared at you.
"Please, Jinnie! You've been studying all day, don't you want a break?" you pleaded.
"Not with an horror movie."
You held out the remote to him. "Fine, choose then!"
Still doubtful, he put his book aside and took the remote from you. Scrolling through the movies, he picked a drama movie he had made you watch during one of your Wednesday nights.
"This one, again?"
"I like it." he pouted.
"You cry to it."
"I don't."
With more bickering, you gave in and watched the movie together. Hyunjin had repositioned himself to see the screen better and, almost automatically, put his arm around you. He had done the same previously and it still made you feel so many things in your belly. Your body stiffened at the contact, but you eventually relaxed. Maybe too much, as you were now comfortably installed in his arms.
With the end nearing, you heard the man sniffle a couple of times. You loved how he wasn't ashamed of crying in front of you, which was the total opposite of most men who would rather preserve their pride. The credits rolling and Hyunjin tearing up, you detached himself from him, but he kept his grip on you firm. Turning his head to face you, you were a mere inch apart. You felt small, and your brain stopped working at how he was staring at you, his eyes glistening. You couldn't help but flicker your gaze from them to his lips, his full lips you always thought to be beautiful. The same ones you had wondered many times how they tasted. His breath hitched when you dared to get closer. He could feel yours getting warmer.
As your lips barely touched, you stopped yourself just in time. Your body was moving by itself and you could not allow yourself to mess up whatever you two had.
"I should go back to get our clothes." you whispered, not moving.
Hyunjin hummed, but did not budge either. Freaking out internally, you could not take this overwhelming feeling anymore. In a matter of seconds, you broke out from his embrace and left the apartment, your pace rapid as you went downstairs to the laundry room. Folding the pieces of clothing, you felt hot and confused. This was almost causing you a headache. You were filling the laundry basket slowly, afraid of what would happen when you get back to your place.
But everything comes to an end, eventually. Placing the last shirt on top of the others, you gathered the most of your courage to go back. When you walked in, the TV had been turned off and Hyunjin was nowhere to be found. You glanced at his room and sighed when you noticed the door closed with a dim light coming from inside. You placed his pile of clothes in front of his door and went to yours to go to sleep. Spoiler alert: you did not fall asleep that night.
Exam week was finally done. Miraculously, you had managed to study for each of them, making it fast for you to finish them. And by studying, I mean studying. You had barely gone out of your room and drowned yourself into your school books. As a result, you and Hyunjin had spoken to each other only a few times and if necessary. That arranged you, you had no intention in interacting with him since your intimate moment. You never brought it up again and neither did he. Luckily, being so busy with school, you didn't take the time to think about it much. Most importantly, you left out any details to anybody. Felix, especially, would be freaking out over this.
After reviewing your answers on your sheet, you happily left your desk to go give out your copy to the teacher. Dahye, who finished after you, gave hers as well and you met with Seungmin. He waited outside of the classroom and did not hesitate to give his newly girlfriend a kiss as a congratulations.
"Get a room." you said in disgust.
"Congratulations to you too, Y/n." Seungmin replied in a fake tone. "Chan's throwing a party tonight for the end of the semester. Are you coming?"
"Unfortunately, I'll have to pass." you smiled apologetically.
"Please! Even Jisung is coming." Dahye begged.
You huffed. "Because Hwayoung forced him to, probably. I'm sorry, maybe next year."
"You said this last semester. Please." she insisted again, in a softer tone.
"I'll see. I have to go home, for now. I'll text you."
Waving them goodbye, you went to your place to go take a well deserved shower. You crossed path with Jeongin in your hallway, who asked you if you would come to the party too. After telling him you won't be present, you went inside your apartment as you breathed out a long sigh, fatigue taking over. You didn't see Hyunjin anywhere, so you assumed he was still at school. You got yourself a new set of clothes and headed to your bathroom. The moment you came to open the door, it flung open by itself and you were stunned by the sight in front of you.
Hyunjin, in all his glory, was standing at the doorframe completely shirtless with a towel barely holding itself together around his waist. While his long wet golden locks were falling perfectly on his face, his toned six-pack was on full display for you. You could feel your face turning red as you stood still, unable to make any movement.
"Sorry." he said in a small voice as he bypassed you, going to hide into the comfort of his bedroom.
Still blushing, you finally actively moved to get into the shower. After freshening up and putting on a oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts, you went to the kitchen to get a snack. Your roomie was at the dining table, now wearing something, and avoided your gaze. As for you, you were checking him out in an obvious way. His hair was still damped and he had put on a large white buttoned shirt and black pants. He completed his look with some chains and a few silver rings.
"You're going out?" you questioned.
"Yeah." he briefly answered, still avoiding you. "Chan's got this party for the end of the semester."
"I thought you didn't like partying."
"Yeah, well..." he trailed off. "My sister is going and she insisted for me to have fun for once."
Seemingly, you were going to be the only one not going to the said-party. Although you would rather stay in bed for the rest of the night, it shouldn't be that bad since your friends would be going. And maybe, just maybe, it would give you the courage to ask Hyunjin about the unspoken thing you two had going on.
"She's got a point." you teased. "Are you leaving soon?"
"Why? You want me out that bad?" he joked back, now looking at you. Seeing your poor reaction to his comment, he sighed. "In about 30 minutes."
"Alright, wait for me then." you said and headed back to your room.
You could not choose a decent outfit for the life of you. After already 10 minutes of debating, you called Dahye for some help. Being at Seungmin's place, Felix was there as well and joined the lot to help you out.
"Oh, that top is nice!" Felix commented.
"No, the dress is better." Dahye disagreed.
"What? Sure, but she'll look like a slut."
"Which is what we're going for. My girl hasn't had it in a while."
You rolled her eyes from hearing her judgement of your lack of intimacy. "I don't plan on getting 'it' tonight. I'll go with the top, then. Thanks, Lix! I'll see you later!"
You hung up before Dahye could make another comment about your outfit choice. Putting on a bit of makeup and finshing off with a pair of earrings, you took a better look at yourself with your mirror. Frankly, you were impressed on how you made yourself look this good. Satisfied, you picked up your purse and joined Hyunjin in the kitchen.
He was already standing next to the front door, ready to leave soon. As soon as he saw you, his jaw dropped on the floor. He had always thought you were pretty, but now you were drop dead gorgeous. Not taking his eyes off you, he took a step closer, now towering you. He smirked as he noticed the pink creeping on your cheeks.
"Dressing up to impress, I see." he cocked his head on the side.
"I could say the same about you."
He smirked while taking a step back. He grabbed his jacket and opened the door, letting you leave first.
"What a gentleman."
"That's the bare minimum, angel." he sent you one of his famous winks.
The man was going to kill you at some point, but you were not complaining. After not speaking to each other for weeks, his behaviour was overwhelming for you. As you walked to Chan's place, it being only a couple of blocks away, you shivered since you did not consider the weather to be an issue before leaving. Still having his coat in his arms, Hyunjin brought it onto your shoulders to give you an amount of warmth. Blushing again, you thanked him and he sent you a smile. Another shiver went through your body and, this time, Hyunjin flung his arm around your body, rubbing on your arm.
"You're so cringe." you laughed off.
"I read this in the book you recommended, I know you like it."
You didn't even argue back because he was damn right. You liked it, a lot. Standing in front of Chan and Changbin's place, you could already hear from the other side of the door that there was music playing and people chatting. Knocking on the door, you waited until Chan opened, beaming by seeing the both of you.
"Jin! You made it!" he hugged his friend. "Hey, I'm Chris." he now spoke to you. "I don't think we met properly. Make yourself home! I've got some pizza and drinks."
You bowed at his kind greeting and walked in to see many familiar faces. You easily spotted Dahye, who was leaning onto Seungmin while conversing with Felix and Hyunjoo. Noticing her brother was finally here, the latter raised her hand up, gesturing for the two of you to join them. She immediately hugged you tightly before doing the same with Hyunjin.
"I could've sworn you wouldn't come and stay at your place to watch cheesy ass movies together."
"That was the plan." you said in shame.
"I'm glad you came."
She moved closer to Felix as he took her in her arms, snuggling his nose into her hair. He had always been a touchy person, but the level of affection he gave her was something else. Whatever they had going on, it was definitely more than friendship. Felix had vented to you a few times how scared he was of confessing to her, but by the sight in front of you, you couldn't see why he was so scared.
The night was going pretty smoothly for you. You had refrained yourself from drinking, knowing you would regret it the next morning. The others were being surprisingly reasonable, no one was on the verge of throwing up and the discussions were still coherent. You did not participate much in them, though. You preferred observing the others interact. Chan and his friend, Sora, were fighting in the corner of the kitchen while Minho was observing them with dark eyes, jealousy plastered on his face. Hwayoung was making out with some man as Jisung was observing the scene, staying away from them as he drank his beer sadly. Jeongin and Youngmi were in their own little bubble, both painfully fond of the other. Changbin was attempting to diffuse some of the awkwardness by talking with students you didn't know at all, trying to hide the argument happening behind him.
Your friends stayed together and did not mix up with the rest, which made the party less eventful than you expected, well, for you since the others had issues to attend to. Noticing the boredom growing in you, Hyunjin nudged your arm. You leaned closer to him and he whispered in your ear.
"Wanna get out of here?"
"I was almost waiting for you to ask me, let's go."
Laughing at your demeanor, he followed you as you took his wrist and left the flat, not even saying bye to the host as he was busy with a conflict. Still giggling at your rude exit, you walked lazily next to Hyunjin as you headed back home.
"The sky is pretty." you hummed after you had calm down from your laughter.
"I painted a night sky recently. Oddly enough, it reminded me of you."
You frowned. "Me?"
"Yeah. I guess it's because we always hang out at night."
"I don't recall you painting anything of that sort."
"That's because we barely saw each other these days." he laughed, but became serious shortly after. "Well, after the other night."
Your heart started to pace faster. Despite how much you wanted to make things clear after what happened, you didn't want to bring it up just yet. You stayed quiet for the rest of the walk, until you reached the building.
"Are you going to bed right away?" he asked as you took the elevator.
"Probably not."
While shoving his hands down his pockets, he rocked his body back and forth, unsure of what to say next. He was dying to tell you how much he wished he had kissed you that night, and how much he wanted to do so right at this instant. Instead, uneasiness filled the metal box while it kept going up. The moment the door slid open, you hurried to get to your shared apartment, leaving it open for him to follow behind, and you wanted nothing more but to hide under your covers. On the other hand, Hyunjin had other plans. After catching up to you, he grabbed you by the arm to stop you, turning you around to face him.
"I'm not going to sleep either. I found a spot recently on the roof. Do you mind keeping me company?"
How could you say no to him when he looked at you as if you were a masterpiece? Hesitant, you nodded your head slowly and let him lead you to a staircase. Going up, you arrived to the roof where benches were installed as well as a few mattresses. Lights were making the place more cozy while a teapot was placed carefully on a small table.
"Wow." you breathed out, impressed. "Did the school do this?"
He rubbed his arm while you sat down on one of the chairs. "Actually, I did."
Your head shot to his direction, more stunned than before. "When?"
"Weeks ago. I wanted a spot to think and clear my mind. The teapot is mine, too. I was hoping to bring you here, eventually. I know how much you like tea, so..."
Your eyes softened as he explained his little set up. You observed his moves and he took the spot next to you. Timidly, he reached to your hand to take it in his and rubbed his thumb against your soft skin.
"Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about, well, you know."
You gulped, afraid of where this was going. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been this close to you, and I didn't want things to get weird so I kind of avoided you on purpose. I'm truly sorry."
He huffed in response. "I don't want you to apologize. That night, I realized how much I grew to like you with time. You have no idea how much energy it took me to not kiss you."
You tilted your frame away from him as doubt and confusion filled your mind. "You wanted to kiss me..?"
He smiled at how clueless you were. "And I still want to, very much. I've been having perfect grades in my last assignments because every single piece was made just by the thought of you. I know it sounds creepy or something, but I really can't get you off my mind."
"It's not creepy." you smiled back. "It's kind of sweet."
He carefully brought himself closer to you. "Do you remember the first time I saw you last year? When I moved in?" You frowned, but nodded once the memory came back to you. "I don't know why, but you left an impression on me. I was so clumsy, but you laughed in a friendly way and helped me. And after you came to live with me, I was convinced I would spill out how much I like you."
You could not believe your ears. Hyunjin, the clumsy boy with the looks of a prince, had feelings for you. The same boy you had been crushing on for months, now.
"I like you too."
That was all it took for him to grin like a child. "Good." he simply said.
The same scenario happened again; him staring at your lips while you breathed uneasily from the proximity of his face to yours. This time, however, you did not back out and were the first one to crash your lips onto his. From the way he brought you closer by the waist, you could tell how long he had been waiting for this moment.
"God, you're perfect." he whispered to you in-between kisses.
You couldn't tell for how long you made out, but it ended undeniably too soon for your liking. You continued your unplanned sort of date by going over to the mattresses, cuddled up while stargazing. You complimented the sky, Hyunjin pointed out some aspects he could add to his painting. The subject drifted slowly to moments you had shared over time when Hyunjin thought you were the one for him. You took this as a chance to point out the times he made your heart stop from his gestures. Overall, it was perfect.
It was getting late and you were yawning loudly when Hyunjin said it was time to go to bed. Sadly, you left the roof to go back inside. Holding hands, you were walking towards your room and then stopped abruptly.
"Do you want to... um... sleep in my room with me? Like, actually sleep?" you suggested nervously.
"I won't do anything, I promise." he kissed your forehead.
You didn't take the time to change clothes since you were so tired, so you slept while still having your party outfits on. You didn't mind. What mattered was how Hyunjin's warmth made you feel at home, and how his sweet words of good night made you realize how damn lucky you were to have found him.
The morning came slowly. Not having school anymore, you didn't have to wake up early, but your body did anyway out of habit. You couldn't help the smile forming on your face when you heard a certain someone mumble in his sleep. You turned around to face him, taking in how he was still insanely handsome despite the fact he was sleeping hard. You let him rest for a bit, but you grew impatient at some point, so you poked his cheek to wake him up. He streched out his arm as he opened his eyes slowly, grinning the moment he saw you.
"Good morning, angel." he pecked your cheek, making you blush.
"Hey." you murmured. "I can make us some breakfast while you get ready, yeah?"
"Sounds perfect to me." he smiled, his eyes closing again.
You happily hopped out of your bed and went straight to the kitchen. Being the lazy ass you were, you were glad Hyunjin wasn't picky with his food and you settled for some toasts. When he walked to sit down at the table, he hummed as the smell reached his nostrils.
"You have no idea how many times I imagined this moment."
You laughed. "Sounds like you are obsessed with me."
"I might be." he shrugged while you placed his plate in front of him.
You kept on teasing each other as you ate your breakfast. Hyunjin was done before you, so he left to go to the bathroom to wash up, leaving you with the stained plates. After getting rid of the dishes, you joined him to get ready as well and came face to face with your toothbrush, all ready for you to use.
"I can do this myself, you know?" you couldn't help but giggle.
"I wanted to do it." he said unclearly, having his own toothbrush in his mouth.
You brushed your teeth together, with him tickling your sides from time to time. After washing your teeth, you took out your cream and started to apply it on your face. Hyunjin tried to get a kiss from you, but you denied, assuring him the taste of morning cream wasn't pleasing. Pouting, he started to brush his hair, still observing you in the mirror. Being bored, or cheesy (might be both), he fogged the mirror with his breath and drew a heart on it. You exploded in laughter at his gesture, but he proudly presented his drawing.
"You're so fucking adorable, stop it." you said, in awe.
"I know." he snickered. "Can I have my kiss now?"
Gladly, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and set a soft kiss on his mouth. Happily, he melted into you and deepened it. As you separated from each other, he kept you in his arms while staring right back into your eyes.
"Wait until I tell my sister about this."
You slapped his chest, rolling your eyes at his idiotic self. With the giggle it caused from him, you pressed another peck on his lips. This was just the beginning. You knew every morning with him was going to be as dream-like as this one, and you were more than content with the idea.
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the fruity four but make it hollywood au (3/x)
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
so, nancy moves into steve's old room and completely rearranges the furniture--much to robin's dismay--and paints the walls a different color. she doesn't touch the rest of the apartment, save for putting her shampoo in the shower and her toothbrush in the same holder as robin's.
they don't talk much. at first, they don't even really talk at all. but one night, after nancy comes home half an hour into a date with a takeout box filled with pizza, robin emerges from her bedroom and tentatively asks what happened.
"He didn't really want to know me," nancy shrugs, handing robin a slice. "He just wanted to be my date to my movie premiere next month."
"He said that?"
"He didn't have to."
robin rolls her eys. "Guys suck."
nancy taps her pizza against robin's, like a toast. "Guys suck."
and thus, a friendship was born, over battered hearts and cold pizza. they start talking more, start getting to know each other over late night dinners and early morning call times. they talk, and they laugh, and they have fun in their big apartment just the two of them.
robin thinks it's nice to have another friend, a female friend, a friend who is a girl, and definitely not a girlfriend. just a friend. just--friendly.
until one weekend when nancy's little brother (her real brother, mike, not her on-screen-brother, dustin, who she's still close with today after growing up together on the same show) and little sister fly in to LA to visit some family and they end up staying at nancy and robin's place place. robin doesn't mind, especially with how big nancy smiles when she brings them home from the airport, and mike and holly seem like good kids.
it's all fine until that night, when nancy puts mike in the guest room and holly in her room, that robin starts to feel the vibe shift.
nancy grabs a spare pillow and blanket from the closet and lays them down on their couch, but robin stops her, tells her they can share her bed. tells her no one should have to sleep on the couch.
(even if it is an expensive, ultra comfy couch that both of them fall asleep on regularly. though this point does not get brought up when nancy follows robin to her bedroom wordlessly.)
they stay up for maybe an hour, talking about everything and nothing and staring at the ceiling while they giggle. the clock reads 1am before robin's eyes start to close on their own, and nancy falls asleep in the middle of her sentence.
robin watches her for a while, noting the rise and fall of her chest, the slope of her nose, the way her eyelashes twitch just slightly in her sleep. robin falls asleep watching nancy breathe.
in the morning, when she wakes up and finds the other half of the bed empty, with nancy and holly already up and in the kitchen, robin feels a pang of sadness running through her chest.
then panic.
she shoves those feelings way down deep and blames it on the wine they had with dinner (they had one glass each) and the late hour (they've been on sets later than that) and the whirlwind of a night (they ate pasta and watched a movie with nancy's siblings).
things go back to normal--mostly--and robin and nancy's budding friendship continues to bloom as the weeks go on. nancy finishes shooting a movie--her return to mainstream american media--and robin lands a new contract--a twenty episode horror series that reads good enough to go for two or three seasons, at least--and things are good. great, even.
so why is it that robin feels an overwhelming amount of joy when nancy asks her to do her makeup for her red carpet premiere? like, a truly staggering amount of happiness from something she usually gets paid to do. she doesn't think about it too hard.
"Nancy are you ready yet?" steve yells as he walks into their apartment, his hair perfectly floppy and his tux neatly pressed.
"Almost!" nancy yells back from the bathroom, where robin is putting the finishing touches on her mascara.
nancy's agent told her she needed to find a date for the red carpet, and rather than trying to find someone new to accompany her, nancy asked steve if he'd go with her as friends. her agent was more than happy with that--television's princess showing up on the arm of hollywood's latest heartthrob, hello--and steve agreed, roping nancy into doing the same thing with his movie premiere next month.
(steve and eddie have been living together for three months now, and the tabloids still haven't caught on. once a week their names pop up in an 'unlikely friends' article or an instagram series of hollywood's closest 'bros', whatever the fuck that means. steve and eddie are fine with that for now, keeping their privacy for as long as they can even if half of all sets and stages in hollywood know their a couple by now.)
"Perfect," robin tells her, capping the mascara and setting it to the side with an almost sad smile. she tries to make it meet her eyes
nancy thanks her profusely, even stopping to give her a long, lingering hug--which is unprecedented, for fear of wrinkling her gown, but nancy doesn't seem to care--before grabbing her jacket and meeting steve by the door.
steve kisses robin on the cheek, tells her that eddie's coming over after rehearsal and he's bringing booze. robin makes him promise to bring Chinese food--and nancy--back by midnight. steve laughs, but he says okay.
so, that's how robin ends up on her couch, watching the live stream of the red carpet on her tv, passing a bottle of whiskey back and forth with eddie. they drink every time they see steve, or nancy, or steve and nancy, with his hand on her hip and her head on his shoulder.
it's all fake, robin knows it's all fake. well, the romantic undertones are, at least, she knows nancy and steve love each other the way robin loves eddie, or the way robin loves steve--platonic, with a capital P.
so why does it still hurt to watch them walk into the theater hand in hand?
"It sucks," eddie says unprompted, practically reading her mind. "it's not... It doesn't ever really get easier, watching him like that with someone else. Even if it isn't real."
robin swallows thickly, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes. "How can you stand it?"
"I don't," eddie tells her, a little bit drunk. he takes another sip of the whiskey. "I just wait for him to come home, wait for him to hold me through the night. He'll tell me that he's mine and no one else's--and I believe him. Every time."
robin falls sideways on the couch, letting her head drop on to eddie's shoulder. he pats her knee in an unspoken understanding.
they stare at the tv until the live stream fades to black, and then for a little while after. they're well and truly drunk by the time steve and nancy get back with Chinese food, and robin goes to bed without taking a single bite.
nancy brings her coffee in bed the next morning, and robin wishes she was just a little less perfect. maybe then, this would be easier.
~~~
("Nancy, you gotta tell her."
"Eddie. No."
"Nancy--"
"Shhh," she shushes him over the fried rice. "She'll hear you."
"She's asleep!"
"I'm with Eddie on this one," steve says around a mouthful of food.
"Stay out of this," nancy tells him, pointing a chopstick at his face.
"Nance," eddie brings his hands together quietly. "I'm like, ninety-five percent sure she feels the same way."
nancy shakes her head at her food, not looking at either of the boys. "I--I can't. I can't risk it, she's..." she laughs sadly at the realization that just dawned on her. "She's my best friend."
steve and eddie share a look over the kung pao chicken, but neither of them says another word.)
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | ko-fi
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Why do you hate me?
Dmitri + female reader
18+ minors do no read!
Warnings ~ Swearing, angst and cuteness and hint of smut at very end~
Your dads new friend is staying with you, him and the Byers for the foreseeable future. All was fine at first but one day things changed. You didn’t know why he started acting differently around you. You didn’t know why he hated you. How close is hate to love though?
Six months. Six months since your dad (Hopper) returned from the dead. After everything that happened with Sara, Hopper decided his life was empty. Lost. Until he adopted you when you were a child. You filled the hole. El, Joyce and the Byer boys came along and you were a proper family. Not for long as your dad ‘died’. But low and behold. He wasn’t. Now back where he belongs at home with his family. You were just as surprised to find out your dad had managed to persuade a Russian prison guard to help him escape. That’s why now Dmitri Antonov now is a house guest. He had no where else to go. Six months. Six months of getting to know him. The first five were lovely. He was opening up to you all about his life, you were telling him about yours. You two got close. You developed a crush on him as you got to know him more. Okay so maybe more than a crush. You’d fallen for him. Hard. It wasn’t difficult. He was beautiful. You could tell he had a kind heart. He made you feel good. Happy. Like no one else had in a while. But a month ago things changed. You didn’t know why. Or how. But they definitely did. Only with you.
At first you didn’t realise he was acting differently. You slowly put the pieces together when you noticed he wouldn’t smile at you entering a room. He wouldn’t engage in conversation anymore. Not ask you how you are or how you day was. When you asked him anything it was just one word answers. He didn’t sit next to you on the sofa anymore when you’d all watch a movie. He didn’t pick you up anything when he went food shopping, he always brought you a pack of twirlers and a coke. Nothing now. You tried asking him what was wrong. He’d say nothing or grunt. He wouldn’t even hug you anymore when he came back home from working with Hopper, it was a routine you two had started but now had stopped. You missed hugging him. He gave the best hug’s especially on your bad days
One weekend everyone gathers to go to the beach. This is when you snapped. There were three cars of transport. Hopper, Joyce, Murray, El, Mike, Will in one. Another Johnathan, Nancy, Argyle, Lucas, Max and Erica. The last one you, Dmitri, Dustin, Steve, Eddie and Robin. Everyone needed a day of normality. Everyone needed a day together. Hopper drove his car, Nancy drove hers and Steve drove his. You all hopped into the cars ready to go after packing up. Steve and Robin in the front. Eddie and Dustin sat together in to squeeze in the back with the some of the bags. Dmitri in the middle with the other bags to his left, there was an empty seat next to Dmitri. You were later down than everyone else as you wear just finishing getting ready. It’s a hot day, bikini on, shorts to cover up but you just put your top in your bag. When you get in and he rolls his eyes at you. ‘Something wrong Dmitri?’ You ask putting on your seatbelt. ‘No’ all he responded as turned away from you. ‘Everyone got seatbelts on?’ Steve asks. Everyone said yes and off you went. It was about two hours from Hawkins to the beach. You looked out the window as Robin giving Steve directions. You felt a tap on your shoulder. ‘You looking forward to the beach Y/N?’ Eddie said leaning forward. You turn your body around to talk to him accidentally knocking Dmitri with your knee. Before you even have chance to apologise he snaps. ‘Y/N, will you get you off me!’ ‘It was an accident man, it was my bad’ Eddie says trying to help you. ‘I don’t care if it was an ‘accident’ she should be more carful’ Dmitri snarls again. ‘What’s your fucking problem!’ You find yourself saying out loud. ‘Excuse me?’ Dmitri says turning to you, his face very close to yours. ‘I said, what’s your fucking problem?! It was a god damn accident. It you weren’t man spreading I wouldn’t of knocked your stupid knee!’ You have had enough. You couldn’t stop ranting once you’d started. ‘I don’t get you Dmitri. I don’t know what the hell I’ve done to offend you so much! I’m sorry for whatever the hell I’ve done. All I’ve tried to do it be kind and nice just like everyone else. Whatever’s going on with you just give me a fucking break!’ You say with your eyes filling with tears. Everyone in the car is silent. Dmitri doesn’t not respond to you. Eddie sits back down. You look at Dmitri for something. But he gives you nothing. You turn away before your tears start. The rest of the car ride is tense and uncomfortable and you just want to get out of there. Steve’s voice breaks the silence after about 15 minutes, ‘Guys, maybe stuck here for a while. ‘Why?’ Eddie asks from the back. ‘Looks like there’s been some kind of accident up ahead. Some of the roads blocked.’ Robin says pointing to the cars in lines of traffic. ‘Well just great’ you hear Dmitri mutter under his breath. You hear Eddies walkie go off. ‘Guys, we’re here, where are you over?’ Mikes voice echos through. ‘You there, already? Man lucky you missed it. There’s been an accident. We are stuck in traffic. Maybe a while. Over’ Eddie replies. ‘One sec’ Mike says cutting off. ‘Guys you okay? Try cutting out of Scooter Street Steve. You know it? That should be quicker’ you hear your dads voice come through. ‘Yup I know it, thanks’ he shouts back. ‘See you soon guys’ Hopper ends the call. ‘Well since we’re I going to be a while, if you all don’t mind I’m going for a nap since we’re gonna be here for a while. Can you manage to keep quiet Y/N?’ Dmitri says did eyeing you before closing his eyes. You just glare at the man you love. You decided to try have a nap too, you were tired from the arguing it’s draining. You close your eyes and quickly fall asleep.
Robin turns to see you and Dmitri are asleep. She whispers across to Steve. ‘What the hells up with those two?’ She nods her back to you and Dmitri. ‘I don’t know. Y/N said he’s been different with her lately. I said she was just overthinking it but I think now she’s right.’ Steve replies. ‘I think I can tell you what’s going on’ Dustin pipes up. ‘How do you know what’s going on?’ Eddie says to Dustin. ‘One second. Dmitri? Y/N?’ Dustin says. No reply. ‘Okay they’re asleep. You see I may of overheard a conversation not meant for me. Dmitri here has got himself into a situation he doesn’t quite know how to deal with.’ Dustin starts. ‘What kind of situation?’ Steve asks confused. ‘Well a couple of weeks ago I went round to see if Y/N had The Shining since she mentioned she was going to get it. After getting it and on my way out I saw Murray and Dmitri in the kitchen talking. I couldn’t help but overhear. They weren’t exactly quiet. Anyway long story short. Dmitri loves Y/N. Has from the start. Murray warned him about Hopper cause of how he’d react. Dmitri can’t help the way he feels. He said he’d not try as interact as much. with Y/N. Keep his distance. I guess he found it difficult and lashed out’ ‘Seriously? Dmitri loves Y/N?’ Eddie asks feeling surprised. ‘Yup.’ Dustin says looking at you and Dmitri with a sad expression. ‘Well that’s great!’ Robin says excitedly and a little loud causing you to shift in your sleep. No one talks as you turn from the window to Dmitri. You lean on his shoulder making him snuggle into your head, once you’d both settled the others continue. ‘Great? How is it great?’ Steve asks still confused. ‘Don’t you remember the conversation with Y/N Dingus?’ Robin asks. Steve shakes his head. ‘Please share with the group’ Eddie says leaning forward. ‘Well Y/N me and Steve went to see you play at the Hideout a couple of months ago. She drank quite a lot. She started talking. I don’t think she realised what she’s told us. She told us that she had fallen for Dmitri pretty damn hard too. She loves him. Still does. Last week when me and her were at work Dmitri came in looking for a movie. He looked at her, Y/N smiled and waved. He just turned away, coming straight to me. Y/N was clearly upset. I never got chance to talk to her. She finished before me.’ Robin explains to the group. ‘We’ve got to do something’ Eddie says. ‘Yeah but what?’ Steve asks as he turns off to Scooter Street. ‘I think I may have an idea. They won’t be happy about it. And we’d have to explain it to everyone else. But it may just work?’ Dustin says. He explains the plan as Steve makes the drive to the beach.
You wake to the sound of rain hitting the window. You open your eyes slowly and adjust to your surroundings. You’re still in the car, pulled up into a spot hidden away. You don’t even realise you’re leaning on Dmitri till you hear his snores. You don’t move for a minute, you just enjoy this quiet moment. You enjoy Dmitri not being so horrible and rude to you. You smile. It feels nice. It feels familiar. You can smell him through your nose. This is the closest you’ve been in a long time you miss it so much. Just a moment of bliss. A moment with just you and Dmitri. Wait. It’s literally just you and Dmitri. Robin and Steve seats empty. The car was still. No engine running. You move you head causing Dmitri to wake up. You turn and see no Dustin and Eddie. ‘What the hell Y/N?’ Dmitri snaps, always in a good mood as ever. ‘Dmitri. Where is everyone?’ You ask turning to him confused. Dmitri looks around and sees the others missing too. ‘Maybe they’ve gone to the beach?’ He suggests. ‘I don’t think so. It’s chucking it down out there’ you say pointing to the outside. ‘Well let’s go find them so I do not have to be stuck here with you’ Dmitri says undoing his seatbelt and reaching for the car door. He tried to open it but no luck. ‘It’s locked.’ Dmitri says. ‘What? It can’t be!’ You say reaching for your door. Locked too. You move forward reaching for the doors at the front. Both locked. You slump back into your seat. ‘Why would they lock us in?’ Dmitri asks feeling confused. You shrug your shoulders. ‘Helpful as always Y/N’ Dmitri says rolling his eyes. ‘I don’t get you. I don’t get you at all.’ You say to Dmitri with sadness in your voice. Before he can respond you hear the walkie talkie go off. You and Dmitri look at one another. You turn and see it sticking out from Dustin’s bag. You press the button and talk into the walkie. ‘Hello?’ You hear hushed voices and someone saying to be quiet. ‘Guys this isn’t funny. Why the hell are we locked in here!’ You shout into the walkie. ‘I’m sorry Y/N. This was the only way we could think.’ You hear Robins voice answer. ‘What do you mean Robin, your making no sense?’ You answer back to her. ‘Y/N. Dmitri. We are all fed up if the bickering and awkwardness. We knew you’d never talk it over, especially you Dmitri. So we gave you the opportunity to get things off your chest.‘ she continues to explain. ‘Look. The beach is a no go so everyone went to the arcades instead. If you want to join us call when your done talking.’ Steve says with a sigh. Your about to reply when Dmitri snatches the walkie from you. ‘Very funny children. Now come and unlock the doors.’ He says angrily. ‘No man, this is your fault. Your mess to clean up. So clean it up! Over and out’ Eddie voice says ending the call. Dmitri throws the walkie down.
‘Your friends are annoying’ he says bluntly. ‘They are yeah. But there aren’t wrong’ you say turning a little voice. Dmitri turns more towards you. ‘Excuse me? How exactly are they right. Please enlighten me Y/N!’ Dmitri snarls at you throwing his arms up in the air. ‘This is why they are right!’ You say gesturing to Dmitri. ‘You. I don’t know why you are being so cold to me. After everything I’ve done for you?’ You with a biter tone. Dmitri scoffs, ‘You did nothing for me. You only did it for your father. I’m not stupid. I know having some random Russian living with you was never a part of your plan or anyone’s. So please spare me. You did nothing.’ You can’t help but feel hurt by his words. The hurt quickly turned into anger. ‘You are having a fucking laugh! I’ve done nothing? Okay let’s do this shit. At first I yeah I was wary of you. Course I would be after everything that happened with my dad, wouldn’t you?! But once I got to know you. I mean really get to know you, on a personal level. You shared your thoughts with me. Your feelings. You told me about your old life in Russia. Your regrets. You past self. What you could of done better. I was there when the nightmares occurred. I stayed up with you. I waited for you to fall asleep so you felt safe. Did anyone else do that?’ You look at him. He says nothing. ‘I was there when those pricks at the supermarket were mocking your accent. Who stood up for you? Who was there when you’d had a bad day. Who made you your favourite foods? Who held you when you cried for your son? Who hugged you so tightly to keep you from falling. Who? ME! NO ELSE. You know why it was me? The others care of course they do but, but they don’t care for you as much as I do.’ You’ve finally snapped. You couldn’t take it anymore. ‘I miss you Dmitri. For fuck sake. I love you!’ You shout to him, tears rolling down your face unable to stop them pouring.
‘You what?’ Dmitri asks leaning closer to you. ‘I love-‘ you are cut off by Dmitri lips on yours. You pull back. ‘What are you doing?!’ You say pushing him away. Dmitri leans back a little and sighs. ‘I am sorry Y/N. I, I. I should not of done that. I should not of done anything to upset you. Ever. You were right. Of course you were. You always are. Since coming here everything is not what I expected.’ Dmitri says with a sad tone. ‘What do you mean?’ You ask moving closer next to him. Dmitri sighs. ‘These last months have been the best months for a long time. Your family welcoming me as apart of their home. Your friends sharing their kindness. Your father giving me a job. Everyone has been so amazing and supportive for me.’ Dmitri takes your hands into his to hold them, you let him. ‘But no one has been quite as kind and lovely as you. I am sorry. You did not deserve me to be so unpleasant to you this last month. I thought it would be easier for me. I was wrong’ he says stroking the back of your hands with his thumbs. ‘What do you mean easier for you? How is this easy for anyone?’ You ask. ‘Y/N, do you not see it?’ Dmitri says. ‘See what?’ You reply shaking your head. Dmitri smiles at you. For the first time in a while. You can’t help but return it. ‘I love you’ he says with happiness. ‘You, you love me?’ You ask. He nods. ‘But why treat me so awful if you love me?’ You ask tears filling your eyes again, your not sure if they are happy ones or sad ones. ‘I thought it would be easier for us if I changed. I don’t think your father would be particularly happy with me loving you’ Dmitri says his smile dropping. You bring his hands closer. ‘Dmitri… my father knows how I feel about you. I’m not going to lie. I told him one night I’d been drinking with Robin and Steve. I don’t remember how I said it or what I truly said. But they next morning he sat me down and told me he knew. I was waiting for him to be mortified. I was ready for him to say no you shouldn’t love an older man. No you shouldn’t love my friend. No it wouldn’t work out. All that stuff. But he never did. He just wants me to be happy and he said he could tell I had feeling for you by the way I looked at you and how I was around you. So I guess I wasn’t as secretive as I thought I’d been.’ you say with a breathe of relief. After a minute of silence Dmitri finally speaks. ‘Your, your father was okay with it? Are you sure?’ Instead of answering you let go of Dmitri’s hands and pull him by his top, your bring him in for a kiss. You both melt into one another as it’s been a long time coming. His lips are as soft as you thought they would be, his moustache tickled you a little but you don’t mind. The kiss grows more passionate as Dmitri’s tongue enters your mouth causing you to moan. ‘I’ve been waiting for this Y/N’ Dmitri says in between breathes.
Dustin and Eddie make their way back to the car as Eddie left his wallet in the back. ‘I wonder if they talked’ Eddie says. ‘I hope so’ Dustin replies. As they reach where the car is parked Eddie stop in there tracks, he puts his arm out to stop Dustin walking. ‘Why we stopping?’ Dustin asks confused. ‘Well erm, I think they finally worked things out’ Eddie says pointing to the car. They couldn’t see in properly but the windows were fogged up and the car was moving, a fair amount. ‘Oh shit. I guess they did. Let’s not mention this to Steve?’ Dustin says as they slowly back away. ‘Let’s not mention it to anyone’ Eddie says
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sending you the mental image of Winner doing something mildly thoughtful for Kim and spluttering when Kim says thanks and pats his head
every day I come onto this website and you cause me severe psychic damage. please never stop.
maybe it could happen a bit like this:
Winner's lived alone for quite a few years now. Sure, he's had relationships, a boy or a girl here and there, but nothing so serious it had precipitated cohabitation. He likes his own space. Likes things to stay where he left them, likes knowing that if he wants to spend three hours cooking one dish, wandering in and out of the kitchen as he pleases, he can do that without anyone commenting nervously that perhaps he shouldn't leave open flames unattended.
So it comes as a bit of a surprise to Winner that he likes sharing space with his boys. There's something of a comfort to be found in being greeted when he arrives home from a frustrating practice, or knowing that if he puts something out in the laundry it'll be miraculously washed to Kim's fastidious standards, or just having another person around in the middle of the night to watch mindless movies with until they both can sleep.
Winner doesn't share that with them, of course, but he likes it.
One evening he finds himself alone, the house empty and breathing quiet in the summer air. Kenta's at therapy, the weekly planner on the fridge informs him, and Dean and Kim are having a shopping date, so say the messages on his phone. It's hot and humid, it's not raining, the sun's still saying her goodbyes to the crickets that have started their usual nightly chorus. There's a settled feeling in Winner's chest. It feels a bit like the last rays of sun, pink and orange and so very warm.
There's always a variety of fresh produce in their fridge: Kenta likes to go to the markets every few days and wander through the stalls, carefully bargaining with vendors over whatever catches his eye. Winner stands there for a moment too long, enjoying the cool air, before deciding to go ahead and make dinner. Kenta at least will be home at the time he said he would be.
Winner likes cooking. There's a method to it, and he likes the satisfying thunk of the knife on the chopping board as he slices through carrots and broccoli. There's leftover rice from last night, plenty of eggs, a wide variety of spices and seasonings. Winner dices the chillis and leaves them aside for now. He likes spice, likes it when the food he's eating has a satisfying burn, but Kim very much does not. Sometimes they have mild meals, and sometimes Kim struggles through a dish with a smile and judicious application of water and whatever salad accompaniment is available.
Kenta's car pulls in - he doesn't park in the garage, leaves that for the others cars - and Winner knows he's got another five minutes before Kenta gets out. It's always like that, after therapy. Time enough to plate up two bowls and then toss the chillis through the rest of the dish for himself and Kenta.
As the door opens and Kenta calls his usual soft greeting, there's the sound of tyres on the driveway and another set of doors opening and closing.
"Good timing," Winner says as Kim and Dean come inside, laden with a variety of bags. They dump them on the couch, and there's the usual whirlwind of hello hello how are you feeling come here a kiss before they all organise themselves around the table.
"No, this one's yours," Winner cuts in, swapping the bowl in front of Kim for the one in front of his. At Kim's questioning look, he elaborates. "I served yours without so much spice."
"So thoughtful, phi," Dean teases, bumping their shoulders together.
Winner graciously ignores him, choosing instead to focus on the pleased smile spreading across Kim's face and the unfortunate follow-up gift of his hand on Winner's head. "Okay, okay," Winner says, ducking out of reach.
"Thank you," Kim tells him, all big sincere eye contact and happiness keeping his shoulders relaxed and soft.
"Whatever," Winner says, jabbing his spoon into his rice. "It's just dinner, don't be so dramatic."
#pit babe#pit babe polycule#I alluded to it in my original polycule ficlet but in my head#kim and dean share a bedroom cause they like to cuddle#winner has his own room for sprawling out purposes#and kenta has the sleeping habits of a nervous cat so he gets his own room#but often ends up lurking in the doorway of another until they sleepily invite him in#my fic
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Cinnamon and Sugar
Chapter Four
Warnings: None
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Characters: Dean, Jo, Reader, Benny Laffite (mentioned only)
Word count: 1.5k
You looked around your nearly empty apartment. Pretty much everything was packed up, and what wasn't was going to be thrown away. You still had a few days until you had to move, but today was moving day. The truck was going to be there in four hours, and there was still things to be done.
You had searched for days on end for another apartment, not wanting to impose on Dean. When nothing came up, you finally decided to take Dean up on his offer. Dean was very sweet about the entire thing. He already had a spare bedroom set up, and even a cat bed for Storm. Hell, he even offered to help you move, to which you declined politely. He had already done so much for you and he barely knew you.
Normally, you would find the entire situation strange, but there was something about Dean, like he would never hurt you.
"Alright, Storm." You said, looking around. "Are you ready to go to your new home?" Your cat gave a sad meow. "No, silly, I meant a new home with me. I'm not leaving you behind." Storm began purring as he weaved between your legs. "God, you're a weird cat."
Not only were you stressed about having to move out, but you also had midterms in three days. But then you had Christmas break; four weeks off of school where you could just sit around in your pajamas and watch Christmas movies.
"Knock knock." A voice said, opening the door. "It's your favorite person!"
You rolled your eyes as you looked at the blonde girl. "Since when are you my favorite person, Jo?"
"Since we were ten, duh. Besides, I have to be your favorite, I'm here to help you finish packing and move your stuff into Dean's house." Jo said, grabbing a stack of books and neatly placing them in a box. "Even though I offered to let you stay at my place."
"Jo," You sighed. "I told you, if your landlord caught me living at your apartment, then you would be kicked out and neither of us would have a place to live."
"I know, It's just. . . You barely know Dean. He could be a serial killer."
"And that would be an upgrade from the last guy I lived with, so. . ."
"Y/N," Jo shook her head.
"Jo."
"Are you okay?" She asked gently. "You haven't really talked about Michael all that much and-"
"It's because I don't want to talk about it." You stopped her. "When I'm ready to tell you what happened, I will. But right now, I'm nowhere near ready to discuss it. No matter how much you and Jack badger me about it."
"We badger you because we care, Y/N/N." Jo objected.
"I know you do, but sometimes it's best to just give me some time. I promise I'll talk to you guys about it soon. Just give me a little more time."
Jo gave you a worried look but said nothing else. "So, what are you doing for Christmas?"
You made a face at your best friend. She was jumping from one touchy subject to the next. "I don't know. . . If Jack doesn't come home from Duke, I might go visit him. You could come too. Make a road trip out of it."
"That's a sixteen hour drive, Y/N. If we were to visit Jack, we would be taking a plane." Jo said as she packed up a few band t-shirts.
"Do you have money for a ticket?" You arched an eyebrow. "Cuz I sure as hell don't."
"Touché."
You decided to play some music while the two of you continued to pack up your apartment. Listening to music was the only way to make you unwind. You loved to her the loud beat of the drums and the hum of the guitar. The two of you danced around as you tossed things into boxes.
"Aren't your neighbors doing to report this?" Jo asked loudly over the music.
"What are they gonna do? Kick me out?" You responded, jumping around.
"This is why I love you!" Jo giggled.
Two hours later, you had everything packed up, and the stuff that wasn't was sorted into two piles: Throw away, and donate.
You and Jo fell back onto the couch, both of you out of breath. "I am exhausted." You wheezed.
"You're telling me." Jo agreed. "Hey, you wanna get some pizza?"
"If you're buying."
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"So," You said, after taking a bite out of your pizza. "Why didn't you want to pursue anything with Dean again?"
"I mean, it's not that I didn't. He's a nice guy, super hot, pretty smart, but it just didn't seem right." Jo explained. "It's almost like I was stealing him from someone. I could tell that he didn't belong with me."
"Huh," You furrowed your eyebrows. "I've literally never heard someone say that about having sex before." You laughed.
"Oh shut up!" Jo growled. "You make it out to sound like I'm crazy."
"I mean. . ."
Jo glared at you from across the table. "I will hit you with something."
"I'd like to see you try. Your aim sucks." You challenged. Jo hurriedly got up and picked up a pillow from on the couch and chucked it at your head. "Hey!"
"Well, would you look at that, I guess my aim doesn't suck after all." Jo smirked.
"You little -" You picked up the pillow she threw at you and aimed for her stomach.
There was a knock at the door, which interrupted the fight that you were having with Jo.
You opened the door to see Dean on the other side. "Dean, hey! What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to help you move." He said simply.
"Dean I-"
"Nope, you can't stop me." He chuckled as he lifted a box into his arms. "Whatever doesn't fit in the moving van I can put in my car."
You and Jo watched as he carried three boxes out the door. "God he is so sexy." Jo mumbled.
"I thought you said chasing after Dean would be like stealing something from someone?" You inquired, a light grin on your face.
"Doesn't mean I can't admire his great ass." You rolled your eyes and flicked Jo's ear.
"Perv." You mumbled as you grabbed a box and followed Dean out the door. Within twenty minutes, everything had been loaded onto the van.
"Well, that's everything." You huffed, resting your hands on your hips. "Okay, so, Jo and I are going to follow you in our cars, and we'll see you at your house."
You picked up Storm's carrier and put him in the back seat. He was sound asleep, as you slipped a Benadryl in his food earlier because it put him to sleep easily. Storm hated car rides with a burning passion.
It was about a twenty minute drive from your apartment to Dean's place, which was a good thing; you weren't too far away from the coffee shop. His house seemed to be in a good neighborhood.
Jo parked the moving van beside Dean's car. Dean hopped out of his car and began grabbing boxes, taking them inside the house. After several trips back to the car, you finally had all of your boxes in the house. You crouch down and let Storm out of his carrier, and he darts into a corner, glaring at you. "Aaand now he's pissed." You chuckle softly.
"Ah, he'll get over it, sweetheart. Especially when he becomes hungry." Dean comments as he starts helping you unpack.
"Well, it looks like y'all have this handled. I'm gonna go, it's way too crowded in here anyways." Jo says, giving you a hug before leaving.
You and Dean worked in silence for a while as you unpacked. It wasn't an excessive amount of stuff, mostly things for your room. "I'll unpack the clothes, you don't have to worry about that." You tell Dean as he brings in a box labeled 'clothes'. "Thanks for letting me live with you, Dean. I didn't know what I was gonna do. . ." You say quietly.
"Nah, don't worry about it sweetheart, I look at it as a win-win situation. You have a place to stay and I have good company." He gives you a boyish grin.
"Still, I really owe you one. . . I'll have rent to you the first of the month and we can go half on the utilities." You say as you unpack your clothes, putting them in your dresser.
"Don't stress too much on that, sweetheart. I know times are tough, just pitch in when you can, okay?" He gives you a reassuring smile, gently squeezing your shoulder. "I'll leave you to get settled in. I'll order us some Chinese food."
"Oooh, that sounds really good right now." You sigh happily. "Marry me?"
Dean snorts as he looks at his phone. "You're starting to sound like Benny, there, sugar."
"What can I say, it runs in the family." You joke. Dean left to go pick up the food and you were left alone in you thoughts. It was strange to be living somewhere other than your apartment, especially with this man that you met not even three weeks ago. But you trusted Dean, there was just something about his personality that just made you feel safe and secure. Storm jumped on the bed, looking up at you.
"Hey there buddy. . . I know, tell me about it, this whole thing is strange. . ." You sigh as you gently pet him. "Everything's gonna be okay. . ." You weren't sure if you were trying to convince your cat or yourself.
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Moon Bois to the Rescue
Heyo
Had a weird night, needed some comfort, for some reasons the Moon Bois came to mind and this happened.
Warnings: Living with a roommate, pretend dating speedrun into smut, all three moon bois. Sex that can be heard down the hall. idk it’s basically pwp but it made me feel better
Oh, and I really only reread it once before posting it, it might be a mess
Friends to lovers: reader x Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley
Anyway
"Her boy toy is over again," I complained into the phone. I was always complaining about my roommate to my best friends. Granted, my three best friends were kind of all the same person, but still.
"Why don't you just go to bed and shut the door?" It was Marc fronting for now.
"Because that feels like surrender," I rolled my eyes at myself. "I just feel like she's inconsiderate bringing him over here all the time. Like fuck, go to his place once in awhile,"
"Maybe his place is gross, you did say he never cleans up after himself,"
"Yeah because she does. I hate him for her, he's going to ruin her life, but she's in love so nothing I say will change her mind."
“Boys will do a lot for love too,” Marc said.
"I have a thought," it was Steven's voice now.
"What's that?"
"What if, what if we came over? Maybe even the playing field?" I was shocked by what he was saying.
"You're so far away, I couldn't ask you to come all the way here,"
"Well, we could just suit up and run over," Steven offered. "Wouldn't be very hard for us,"
"I can't ask you to do that,"
"We could, umm, maybe pretend to be dating to make her feel as uncomfortable as she makes you feel," Steven was blushing through the phone.
"Oh?"
"Steven means we could come help, he doesn't mean anything else," Marc cut in. I wondered if they could hear how hard my heart was pounding. I'd had a crush on them for awhile, even Jake who tended to stay back. But I didn't think they knew. Maybe they didn't.
"Yeah, maybe that would help," I said. "And maybe we could watch a movie or something?"
"Anything you want, luv," Steven was back. "We'll be there soon, aight?"
"Be safe," I told them.
"I'll keep them safe, Girasole," Jake's voice surprised me.
"Thank you, Jake," I said softer. He always seemed like an afterthought to the other two, but he wasn't to me.
Less than an hour later there was a knock at the door. When I went to get it, I heard my roommate laughing like a highschooler over something her boy toy said. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I unlocked the door.
"Who is it?" My roommate called, popping up in her doorway, hair rumpled up and face flush. I didn't care she messed around with her guy, but like, at least close the door?
"My friend," I said. Marc was fronting now, I could tell by the way he stood with his shoulders back. "This is Marc," I said by way of introduction.
"Hi Marc," she replied, sort of caught off guard.
"Yeah, hi," he was short and I smacked him with the back of my hand for being rude.
"What?" He asked, flinching away from me.
I scoffed at him and headed for the living room where my TV was. Marc sat down first and patted the spot next to him, inviting me to sit too close. I raised an eyebrow at him but he mouthed, 'trust me,' so I obliged.
I sank into the couch and right into his arm, stopping with my whole body pressed up against his side. His strong arm closed around me as though to pull me just a little bit closer and I knew my face was red.
It was no secret he was a handsome man, and while we were friends, I never expected him to want more from me. But right now it felt like more and I both loved it and feared it. If I fell too hard, I'd never be able to face my moon boys again.
"Relax, luv," Steven whispered in my ear. "We're not gonna bite you,"
"Not yet at least," Marc added, taking back control. I blushed again and Marc used the arm behind me to touch my ear. I swatted him.
"You're the worst," I muttered, fumbling with the tv remote. He just chuckled and relaxed next to me as I finally got the TV set up for a movie. My roommate texted me and when I checked it I showed Marc.
Who's the cute boy? I didn't know you were seeing someone???
He chuckled and touched my ear again making me jump.
I texted her back that he wasn't my boyfriend.
Marc kept turning up the tv until my roommate complained. So I turned it back down. But he did it again. I knew he was doing it to annoy her but it was getting on my nerves too.
When my roommate went past us to hit the kitchen, Marc was sure to turn and nuzzle the side of my head, whispering something innocent like "I bet she's jealous I'm hotter than her boyfriend,"
I rolled my eyes at him.
"I mean you are," I whispered back. My roommate gave us the side eye as she went back to her room and I giggled, trying to copy her from earlier. Maybe it was petty. But I was enjoying Marc's attention too much to care.
Things got a little weird when it came time for bed. Roommate’s boy decided to stay over. Marc was supposed to head home but I didn't want him to leave me there with the two love birds.
We were laying on my bed now, both rested up against the wall with my pillows.
"Think you can just fly me back with you?" I asked.
"You need to be here for work tomorrow," Marc reminded me. I signed dramatically.
"I hate it when you're right,"
"I know," he was looking at me with something dreamy in his eyes and I had to look away.
"You should go home and I should go to bed," I finally relented. But Marc had other ideas.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, mischief in his voice.
"Not when you say it like that," I told him, skeptical.
"Trust me then," Steven forced his way to the front. "Trust me," his eyes were more wild than Marc's.
"Jake, you have anything to add?" Steven looked off to the mirror that sat on my nightstand.
"He says to trust him too," Steven said. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What? He did!"
"Fine, what is it you're scheming?"
I couldn't tell which one moved their body, but suddenly I was beneath them. My face flamed as he looked down at me, balanced on one hand while the other pushed against the wall. My bed moved with us on it, bumping into the wall each time.
Rhythmically.
"Oh my gods," I sputtered when I realized what the plan had been. "Stop it, she'll be so mad,"
"I don't care," It was Marc then. It must have been his idea. I shimmed down, trying to get myself out from under him as my blood was boiling with feelings I didn't have time to linger on. Plus I'd never be able to lay there again if I stayed much longer, as all I'd be able to think about was how warm he was above me. How strong he looked. How good he smelled…
"Careful how you're moving," Marc said as I tried to wiggle around his hips. He stopped his shenanigans with the wall suddenly as we both realized something at the same time.
It felt amazing to have him between my legs.
"Fuck it," Marc said before leaning down to cover my mouth with his. I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. My body knew what I wanted, probably before I did, and she was ready and willing to step up.
After a moment Marc pulled away with something like fear in his eyes.
"Shit," he said, making to move away. I grabbed him as best I could and held on tight.
"Don't you dare try to run from me Marc Spector." I told him. "You don't get to kiss me like that and run," he stared at me for a moment before his eyes rolled back and Steven looked down at me.
"I told him he should ask first, he's a bit of a twit, ain't he?" But he looked nervous too.
"Steven?" I asked, blushing as a new realization crossed my mind. "Do you want to kiss me too?" It was more of a clarification than an offer. Even though I would kiss him forever. Kiss Marc forever. Kiss Jake forever too. As long as they wanted me to.
"Well, yeah," Steven said. "I was the first one to admit I liked you,"
"And you let Marc have the first kiss?" I teased him, my arms coming up around his neck.
"I mean, we discussed it a bit, but it should be natural, right? Not planned like some…I dunno…movie or something."
"Steven?" I smiled as I realized what this really meant. My moon boys liked me. The same as I liked them.
"Yeah?" He adjusted himself over me slightly and I resisted the urge to wrap my legs around him.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Umm, yeah, that'd be…" I pulled him down to my lips before he could talk himself in circles. When the kiss broke I smiled at him.
"What about you, Jake?" I asked. Steven looked surprised.
"He doesn't like coming round," Steven said. But then his eyes squeezed shut and the dark eyes shone a little differently. They were harder than Steven's, darker than Marc's.
"Girasole," the name sounded like a prayer with how softly he said it. "Forgive us for waiting so long,"
"Kiss me and I'll forgive you," I smiled up at him and he leaned down to slot his mouth over mine. But Jake was also a man of action, and knew he didn't get long with the body unless it was important to him. Especially since technically the body had belonged to Marc and Steven longer.
Jake hiked one of my legs over his hip and ground the bulge in his pants against my core. I gasped into his mouth, surprised, but it quickly turned into a moan as he did it again.
He swore in Spanish before kissing me one more time, savoring me, as though he was saying goodbye.
"We'll leave if you want us to," Marc was back and he seemed angry. I frowned at him, leg still over his hip. I flexed my thigh against him, and used my foot to draw him back against me. "Fuck," he moaned as his head dropped to my neck. He started kissing my throat and I arched back for him, pressing my chest up into his. Marc sat up and adjusted us again so that he could pull his shirt off, but when he leaned down for mine, his eyes rolled, and Steven smiled down at me.
"Hi baby," I smiled back. "Help me get this shirt off,"
"Yeah, of course," his hands were less sure than Marc's, but Steven was more eager. My shirt came off easily and Steven stared at me, laying there in my bra, as though he'd never seen me before.
"What?" I asked, self conscious.
"You're even more beautiful than we thought you'd be,"
"Have you three been talking about me naked?" I asked, surprised and a little excited by the thought.
"I mean, yeah, especially because whoever is fronting might be thinking about it, then we see it too,"
"That's kinda hot to be honest…especially because I've been thinking about you naked,"
"Yeah?"
"Like a lot,"
Steven’s eyes rolled back.
"Steven talks too much," Marc said, leaning down to kiss me again while his hands made short work of my bra. "Though he's right, you're beautiful," Marc gave me a devilish grin before descending on my breasts. I arched for him as he nipped and sucked on one bud before moving to the next one. When my hand found itself buried in the back of his hair, I couldn't help but pull a bit as he sucked a hickey into the side of my breast.
"To remember me by," he admired his work before his eyes rolled back and Steven was back.
"I want to give you one too," Steven said. "If, that's ok?"
"Please just touch me," I chuckled. "And stop fighting over me, you can all have me from here on out. Take turns, whatever," I was breathless and wanting. Steven was more ravenous than Marc had been, taking longer to suck each nipple before marking the opposite with his teeth. His head fell forward for a moment and Jake sat back to pull off my pants.
"Need you," he said when I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "We all do," he added, looking in the mirror. I just nodded, raising my hips so he could slide my pants down. He undid his own pants before losing his composure and bending down to cover my stomach with kisses. I squirmed as he nibbled on my sides, with a small little grin haunting his face. I hadn't seen him look this happy in ages. I ran my fingers through his hair and gave him a little tug and he growled low in his throat. A different response than Marc, but still a sexy one.
He moved on to my underwear and pulled them down, but couldn't be bothered to move enough to properly remove them, so he just took the band in his teeth and tore them in two.
"Jake!" I gasped. "You owe me new ones!"
"Sì, sì," he agreed quickly. "Just let me taste you," and really, what else was I supposed to do but spread my legs for him?
I hadn't been touched in forever and never by someone I liked quite so much, so as soon as his tongue slid through my folds I jerked and whined. Jake just chuckled as he went to work, laving attention on my aching clit until I was soaking wet for him. He moved back enough to examine me but all I could see was wonder and hunger in his eyes. He said something to himself I couldn't catch before he slid one finger into me, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut and hold in the loud whine that threatened to fill the room.
"So tight, mì amore," he mumbled, kissing my thigh as he watched his finger move in and out of me. He added a second digit and my hips bucked.
"That feels….so good," I managed. He grinned and leaned back in to run his tongue over my clit again. "I'm gonna cum," I managed to warn him just before my orgasm tore through me like lightning.
"Fuck, I wish I'd felt that myself," Marc was back. He noticed his fingers were still soaked and brought them to his mouth to clean. He groaned at the taste as I reached down to pull him up to my face so I could kiss him. I tasted myself on his tongue as he plunged it into my mouth.
Marc only let my mouth leave his long enough to kick off his pants and boxers. I felt my mouth water at the site of his erection, hard, long, and weeping already.
"For the record, I didn't agree to letting Jake have your first orgasm," He frowned. I just shook my head at him and kissed him again before moving my mouth along his jaw and up to his ear.
"Then you should take a different first," I kissed the shell of his ear. "Fuck me, Marc,"
"God I love you," he groaned, moving to line himself up with me. He ran his tip along my sopping folds to coat himself before sinking into me. I moaned into his shoulder as he stretched me out. I had my arms around his neck again, trying to ground myself as the feeling of him threatened to send me off to space.
"Love you too, now please," I was surprised I had to beg him. He chuckled.
"Needy," was all he said as he began to move his hips. With each snap of his hips, I lost my grip on reality. Soon enough, my moon boys were all I could feel. Were all the existed outside of me.
I wrapped my legs around him as I came again.
"You good, luv?" Steven's worried voice brought me back from blissed out down to blissed.
"I am fantastic," I sighed.
"Good, good," he pulled away and I whined as he left me.
"No wait, I want you too," I told him.
"Me?"
"Of course you, you donut," I chuckled as I pulled him back on top of me. "I want you to cum with me this time,"
"Yeah, I can do that," he glanced up at my mirror as though one of the others interjected.
"No fighting, Steven gets a first too," I told them, still not entirely sure if they could all hear me at once or not.
"They don't think it's fair," Steven giggled. "I think I deserve something too,"
"You do!" I agreed. "Now make me see stars," I leaned up to kiss him and he returned my attention with an eager passion the others lacked.
I moaned when Steven finally pushed himself into me. He stilled for a long moment while my oversensitive core pulsed around him.
"Fuck, Steven, move," I begged. He nodded and drew his hips back, tormentingly slow, before pushing himself back in. A few more slow thrusts and he found a rhythm he could manage and I was just happy to be along for the ride.
"So good, so tight and warm and soft," he muttered away above me. I moaned back how he was perfect, better than all my previous lovers, and so much better than my hand. It didn't take long before he whined that he was going to cum.
"Go ahead, cum for me," I purred while I soaked up all the attention he was giving me. I was drawing close to another orgasm myself but I really needed him to cum first.
"Where?" He tried to pull out but my legs trapped him.
"Cum inside me, it's safe, I can't get pregnant," I told him in a rush.
"Wait, what?" He asked. I hadn't told them I was infertile yet, it hasn't mattered before.
"Doesn't matter, fuck, just, just fuck me, please," I was desperate to cum again, to make Steven cum. It was beginning to look like I wouldn't get a choice in who came first.
"Yeah, alright," Steven agreed, doubling down in his efforts. He quickly got back to that edge and when he began to tetter, I pulled him in for a kiss. He growled as he came, his hips jerking erratically for a moment before he stilled on top of me. A smaller orgasm ran through me as he tried to catch his breath and he swore as I pulsed around him again.
I ran gentle fingers over his hair until he moved back with a groan.
I whimpered when he removed himself from me, surprised to find myself feeling sore and empty.
Steven flopped over into the side of my bed and closed his eyes. I couldn't help but smile as I made to get off the bed and go clean up.
"Where are you going?" Marc's voice.
"To get cleaned up and some water, need anything?" I asked.
"I want that ass back here," he grinned. I shook my head at him. They were going to be terrible to be around after this. But I wasn't upset.
When I returned, it seemed Marc had drifted off to sleep and I slid back into bed with new undies on and his shirt. It was stretched tight across my chest, but if they could ruin my underwear, I could stretch out one shirt.
The only downside to the whole adventure was facing my roommate and her boy toy when Marc and I emerged from my room in search of breakfast the next morning, and I realized that my roommate for sure knew what happened. Though if it had been Marc’s original plan, or the actual sex, who could say.
I wondered then, if she could hear the difference in the way each of my boys had fucked me, but then stopped myself.
I really didn't need to know.
A few weeks later, when my roommate decided she just had to move in with her boy toy, I wasn’t even mad. My boyfriends had been asking me to move in with them since before we officially started dating, and it was an easy yes, knowing we’d be splitting rent four ways, and, you know, the whole I was in love with them thing.
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#reader x Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley#moon boys#moon knight x reader#friends to lovers#smut#imtherain#lackofpamcakes
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How do you think bestie (secretly in love) BTS would help you get over a breakup?
Kim Namjoon - turns up at your door 30 minutes later dripping sweat (he lives 40 minutes away by bike). After you let him use your shower, he sits and cuddles you on the sofa and tells you everything will be fine. He orders your favourite take out even though you said you weren't hungry and feeds it to you in between sobs. He makes airplane sounds to make you laugh and it helps ease the ache just enough for you to fall asleep.
Kim Seokjin - Your texts back turn monosyllabic and he phones you immediately. He hears one sniffle and he is outraged! He seems more upset than you are. He rants about how your ex is a piece of shit and how he could never have been enough for you anyway. He really doesn't hold back about his true thoughts. He then makes plans with you to keep you busy all weekend so you can't think about it for too long.
Min Yoongi - You told him you thought it was going to happen, it doesn't make you any less sad. After the breakup you conveniently bump into yoongi outside the cafe next door to the park where your ex did it (no where near his home). He has your favourite drink in hand and the two of you walk in silence back to your house. You watch a movie and fall asleep on his shoulder. He kisses your forehead and let's you use him as a pillow
Jung Hoseok - He sent a bouquet of flowers to your house with "always" written on the card (You assume that's how they came). Then you're getting a call saying a car has arrived to collect you. Unable to stop your curiosity you get in the car and it takes you to a private cinema where Hobi is waiting to cheer you up with your favourite movies and ice cream/cake.
Park Jimin - threatens to fight your ex (He is about three inches shorter), reckons he could take him down easily (your ex likes the gym), thinks it's easy (Would probably win based on sheer will power). You grab his hands and force him to sit back on your sofa by sitting with your legs over his lap, he short circuits for a moment and then hugs your knees to his chest and tells you how it's all going to be fine.
Kim Taehyung - disappears on you, you hear nothing from him. You aren't sure whether you upset him or if he is hiring a hitman and doesn't want you to know, either way his silence concerns you. Your ex never did pass the V vibe check. Reappears at your door 24 hours later with chocolate and an apology for going ghost.
Jeon Jungkook - short circuits at the news. Blinking bunny koo stares back at you. Has to fight really hard for the next words out of his mouth to not be "I love you", not that you'd take it as the deep confession he means it to be. He is now stuck to your side making sure you meet no one new. Everything you do he insists on coming along. Just over a week later he confesses.
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Adam wakes with a start. A dull ache pulsated from his shoulder. He groans and rolls out of bed. He dresses in a pair of black jeans, a white shirt, and a light blue plaid button up. He carefully puts his arm in the sling the man, who he has learned is called John, provided him.
A commotion and the sound of glass breaking pulls Adam from his room. Newly built and still smelling of fresh lumber and paint, his room is one of six built to house John and his assistants. Currently it's only Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, and himself in the rooms. It's large enough so you don't feel cramped and definitely better than his last apartment.
"If you hadn't put the plate there-" Amanda starts but is cut off by Hoffman.
"I had nowhere else to put it!"
Adam grabs a broom as the two continue to argue about the placement of a now broken plate. Struggling, he attempts to sweep the ceramic shards. He's stopped when a hand lands on the broom. Adam's eyes meets John's as he looks up. Amanda and Mark fall silent as John steps forward. He gives Amanda the broom and looks at Mark, who quickly vanishes.
"Adam, you shouldn't have to clean up after Mark and Amanda. It was their fault. They should clean it up."
"It was Mark's fault," Amanda mutters as she sweeps under a chair.
"It was yours, you little brat," Mark responds as he crouches down holding a dustpan out for Amanda to sweep into.
"Don't start," John commands. "I want you to do a steak out on our next test subject."
"Yes sir, I just need a couple hours to get ready."
"Take Amanda with you."
"What?"
"Your pictures come out blurry. Amanda's aren't great but they're passable."
"We have a professional photographer right here! I'd rather sit in uncomfortable silence with him all night than fight with Amanda!"
"Okay, so don't fight with Amanda. Adam's arm isn't fully healed. Once it is, if Adam chooses to do so, he will be joining you," John shrugs and gives Adam a cup of coffee.
"Fine, but you owe me," Amanda pipes from where she is emptying the dustpan.
"I owe you nothing," John states while putting plates of eggs, bacon, and toast on the table for all four of them. "Eat."
"Are you gonna talk today?" Amanda asks scooting her chair closer to the table.
"It's been three weeks, Amanda, he's not going to talk," Hoffman says around a mouthful of toast.
"He will in his own time. He's still upset with me over Dr. Gordon," John states matter of factly.
Adam cuts his eyes toward John before quickly looking down at the food in front of him. He pushes his chair away from the table, grabs the coffee, and retreats back to his room. The only place he didn't feel judged and he felt safe.
He set the cup of coffee on the small wooden table he uses for a desk. He pulls a journal from its hiding spot under the mattress corner nearest the wall and sits at the desk. He lets out a sigh and grabs his pen.
'Dear Lawrence,
It's been thirty two days since I last saw you. You told me you'd come back for me. That you'd get help. I don't know what happened to you, but Amanda tried to suffocate me. I played dead. I think it was more convincing than the first time around. I don't blame you for anything that's happened to me. I know you tried your best. The guilt from all of this is eating me alive. John says it'll pass. I'm still not talking, but John says he can see it on my face. I try to keep a poker face so he can't tell what I'm thinking. It's hard. To think about what happened to you. To navigate what is happening to me. To think about my future. And my past. To use my arm. To eat. To sleep. To breathe. To live.
I don't think Hoffman and Amanda understand. The guilt of being alive after watching someone you hardly know and yet know so much about die.
I feel the guilt, anger, pain, and whatever else I feel, I don't know anymore, when anyone says your name. I hate John, but I'm still here and I don't know why.
At least I think that's what happened to you. If I could see your body or see you alive, breathing, moving, hell even blinking, I'd breathe a little easier.
It's been thirty two days too long and as silly as it seems, I miss you.
I'm sorry Lawrence. Truly sorry. For everything.
Forgive me.
Please.
Adam'
#leigh whannell#cary elwes#saw fanfic#saw 2004#saw franchise#adam stanheight#john kramer#lawrence gordon#amanda young#mark hoffman#tobin bell#shawnee smith#costas mandylor
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