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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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So Ari used to comfort us when you BF had left. So when our ex bf is into and we accidently run into them saw the bar or gas station and were in qris car and tty the whole duck down thing or hiding out of site thing how does Ari react and say we see him another time days later at the bar with Ari within king he had have left so our guard was down but nope what does Ari do? We all know he's territorial as hell with us especially with how we were hurt the first time

Ah yes, Philip. Warnings for language and no* editing. WC 1.8k (which is apparently my magic number...)

Run In, a Bedrock and Blueprints drabble long drabble tale

Not that long after you insist Ari moves in, you two are out getting groceries at the local supermarket. You normally divide the list in chunks by area of the store, so you're rounding a tall-shelved aisle when WHAM! It's Philip, your ex and the reason you know Ari, right in your face.

Maybe three sentences total are spoken. Your stomach is so knotted up in shock and a kind of hot fear that you're not entirely sure what you say, but Phil's face is placid enough. The words must cause no offense because he waves and walks away without incident.

You're sweating bullets, glancing over your shoulder every ten feet down the refrigerated section. You don't need the bag of frozen french fries, but sticking your head in the cold storage to carefully check the label is a welcome reprieve.

Ari meets you at the self-check-out as planned, a soft smile tucking the seam of his bread together when he's caught thumbing through the candy. The man likes snacks, sweet or savory; he just can't help it.

"Grabbed some extra to make your favorite tonight. You'll have plenty for lunch tomorrow, too," he adds casually, starting to scan all the gathered things. "We didn't need more leftover containers, did we? Can't remember if we ever found enough lids for the red ones."

Ari doesn't notice you constantly scanning the area behind you.

"Hey," he interrupts your panicking brain, "you got the coupons for this?"

"Yeah," you bluster, quickly digging in your purse for the little stack of papers. "Yeah, here."

You think it's over and start to breathe easier in the open air outside, loading the bags into the truck bed and sliding onto the leather seat.

Ari turns on the car and frowns. "Better fill up on gas while we're out."

"Okay," you chirp absently. Any distance from the store is still distance, or so you think until you see Philip right there at the next pump.

You flatten yourself so fast onto that seat that it squeaks and you bounce slightly. Ari's already gotten out of the car, and if he's facing the tank, then he's also facing away from Philip. He might not notice a thing.

But if he's facing the pump...

"Levinson?!"

Oh, shit, Ari, don't be stupid. Don't be stupid. Don't mention me. Please.

Your cheek is suctioned to the leather you're so squished down.

Ari must have walked over to Philip because all you hear are deep, muffled voices and three words:

"Saw her..."

"...inside?"

The mumbling changes in pitch and volume a few more times, a much longer conversation than you had with Philip minutes ago, but after a bit, the pump catches full, and you hear Ari close the cap.

He opens the driver's side door but keeps looking past the hood.

"See ya around," Ari calls back.

"Hope so, Levs," comes the far-off reply.

Ari jumps in and starts the truck, looking both ways like he's driving completely normal, alone, like there isn't a crazy woman pancaked on his seat. After pulling out of the parking lot, he sighs.

"I assume you were gonna tell me you saw him eventually."

Gently raising yourself upright, you rub at your arm.

"He surprised me--"

"--yeah," Ari scoffs, "me, too."

"--and I...I didn't know what to say."

He stays quiet, artfully navigating familiar streets and thinking, but his expression is inscrutable.

"You think I knew what to say? Kid, he abandoned you. He never even apologized, and now I had to see him as your boyfriend and be blindsided that you'd already talked?!"

"We didn't talk, Ari. I said maybe two things to him. Pleasantries. I can't even remember because he just--" you slap your hands together "--was there."

Ari huffs, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel with white knuckles. "I know," he whispers. "I get it. I'm sure it's worse for you than for me, but... I want to throttle the guy."

"He was your friend, too, Ar--"

"You were a better friend than Phil ever was," he bursts. "Ya know, after the first time he brought you out, we thought you were out of his league. Like you were too nice and quiet and put together. Then you hung out a few more times, and José finally made a joke that you were too cool for him. Philip was a loser compared to you. All of us thought you were too good for him full stop."

Ari drops one hand from the wheel and searches for yours, weaving your fingers together. "That was before he even left...the first time."

You're stunned.

"Then Phil was gone and so were you," he continues, squeezing your hand, "but we only missed you." Ari shrugs. "Somebody had to drive you back to the bar so we could hang out."

"And you drew the short straw," you mutter.

"There were no straws. I volunteered."

All this time, you thought that Ari, José, and Dimitri used to tolerate you out of loyalty to Philip. You thought maybe Philip had told them to watch out for you while he was deployed, and you knew that changed eventually. You couldn't pinpoint the shift though; there was no moment where one or more of them said "you're our friend now, not Phil's girl," but you did know they at least pitied you when Philip left for good. After all, they were mourning the loss of their friend, too, right?

It took years to feel like Ari wasn't just driving you around out of obligation--partly because he always grumbled about being your 'chauffeur'--but here he is telling you they'd all have chosen you over Philip, possibly even if Philip never left but simply moved on from you. The comfort of that thought radiates through you like the warmth from Ari's hand in yours.

Apart from the odd remark or two, Philip is forgotten again after that night. You have so much history beyond him and a future without him.

Two and a half weeks later, of course, you're not expecting to see Philip sidle up to your table with the boys at the bar--the bar, the original haunt that you inherited in the divorce essentially--and José and Dimitri are duly surprised as well.

"Where the hell you been, brother?"

"They ain't got phones out there?"

Philip is bashful, remorseful in a way that seems more like him before his first deployment, and it is genuinely nice to see. You keep silent anyway, unable to think of something overtly nice or generic to say.

Ari's arm is around your shoulders as it usually is in this booth, but then his hand squeezes your shoulder, and he leans unnecessarily close to your ear.

"Can you scoot to let me out, baby," he asks, voice low and deep. "I'll get us another round."

Before you can move, Ari plants a quick kiss on your neck, knowing full well that his beard tickles right there, and makes you shiver.

After he's standing, Phil's face is questioning, eyes wide, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, Ari taps his shoulder.

He ticks his head toward Patrick behind the bar. "Need a beer, buddy? I'm buying."

Phil snorts and follows.

"I'll be damned. Ari Levinson offering to pay for a drink? You sure changed."

"It's been a long eight and a half years," Ari groans, flagging down Patrick and ordering.

It takes more time for the drinks to arrive than it takes Phil to start in, glancing conspicuously over at the booth.

"What'd you do, Ari? Jump right into my place? Did my plane even touchdown before you went for her?"

"I went to tell her you left. There's a difference."

"Never thought of you as a sloppy seconds guy. Did your dick happen to fall in--"

"Finish that fucking sentence if you'd like to be toothless," Ari growls, making a point to plaster a smile on his face since you can likely see them in profile from here.

"I'm just saying I wouldn't want to be a rebound."

"No, Phil, what you should want to be is a man, but instead, you were a piece of shit." Ari doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that it took almost the entirety of those eight and a half years to thoroughly move on from the people Phil left behind, but he's still pissed.

"Hell, I was a piece of shit, too, for years, but I stayed when I could. I was also a piece of shit who noticed that that girl is worth way more than yours--or my--ego, so if you so much as blink in a way that makes her uncomfortable--" he throws a glance to the exit "--I will hand you your ass outside and make you eat dirt. We clear?"

"Levs, why are you being like this? Man, you never cared about chicks this much."

"You wanna know what changed me," Ari hisses, pointing over at the booth, uncaring if any of you are watching, fake smile long gone. "That changed me. She changed me. She's the type of woman worth changing for."

Patrick drops off the drinks and slides the money off the counter, ignoring any tension between the two men.

"I did change," Philip mumbles, "and she never understood--"

"You did not fucking try," Ari nearly spits in rage but pets a hand down his beard again for composure. He sucks on his teeth, pondering what to say next. "Look, I knew you for a long time, and we were the same. We didn't care. We didn't give a fuck about putting in the effort. And because we didn't give a fuck, no one should have given a fuck about us. She did, and you walked away from that. You are an asshole. You are not welcome here. She is. She always will be.

"Do you understand that?" Ari looks Phil dead in the eyes and holds that gaze with militant ferocity.

"Yeah, man."

Ari relaxes, softening his look and casually clinking his beer bottle to Philip's. "Good. Then get the fuck out of this bar," he says flatly.

Ari heads back to the booth alone, winking as he hands you your drink and motions to scoot back in beside you. Phil hangs around at the bartop just long enough to guzzle his beer and leaves.

José is the first to ask, "what happened there?"

"You know Phil." Ari takes a long pull from his bottle and then stretches back to have his arm over you. "He realized he was in the wrong place. Shame he couldn't stick around."

"Ah, well," Dimitri muses, "we're better off without him."

"Yeah," you say softly, the first word out of your mouth since Phil showed up.

Ari leans over to kiss your temple, his thumb running back and forth across your shoulder. He straightens and picks his beer back up.

"So we're thinking of having a housewarming party. You guys in?"

I don't see Ari as a big spectacle guy, but I do think he'd put his fucking foot down when it came to shit-talking the kid. Honestly, I imagine if Philip showed up before you and Ari got together, Ari would still have been that protective simply because you mean a lot to him. However, he's hyper-aware of not embarrassing you, so this is as confrontational as I can picture him. Still quite *swoon* if I do say so myself, but he's still subtle.

Thank you for reading! Hope you are enjoying this story so far.

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notroosterbradshaw · 2 years

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Could you do a fluffy rooster Drabble where rooster and the reader adopt a Aussie puppy? Like oozing fluff 🥰 if you’re not able to then no worries 🤗 thanks and enjoy your weekend!

Aussies are my one of my favourites, so an Aussie you shall get!

“Rooster, something wildly unimaginable has happened,” you announced, walking into his music room. He looked up, pick between his teeth and frowned as your phone was thrust into his face. Hazel eyes focussing, he saw the Instagram logo and wasn’t as concerned.

“What influencer died?” He asked, returning back to his tuning.

“What?” You asked, confused. “It’s a puppy,” you showed him again, pointing. “Her name is Betsy!”

“Ahh,” he looked again, a bit miffed. “Cute.”

“Rooster!” You exclaimed. “Did you read the handle? Did you read the wordy bit?”

He sighed, placing his guitar in the case and giving you his attention. He took the pick and tossed it in there too. “Cliff’s Notes?”

“Pup for adoption in SD. It’s an Aussie Shepherd. They don’t just become adoptable. They’re bred. You don’t just trip over one at the pound,” you explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Okay,” he shrugged. And it hit him. “No.”

“Rooster!” You were aghast. “You won’t even go look?”

“I fly out next week.”

“I don’t.”

Oh. He pursed his lips. “You’re going to be lonely,” he realised. “You’ve never mentioned a pet before.”

True. “Yeah, I haven’t,” you admitted. “But look how cute,” you showed him the photo again and he took it a little more seriously this time. It was a good-looking puppy.

“Why would someone hand in a dog like this?”

“I dunno. Maybe a bit of a problem child for the past owner. They’re very intelligent.”

“Problem child? I’m familiar,” he teased.

Your eyes bugged. “You’re not even going to entertain this, are you?”

“A puppy is a lot,” he said softly as you put the phone in his face again, and you knew he was actually reading this time, looking at the little pup. “I don’t doubt you will be a great dog mom. I just can’t help you when I’m gone. You work long hours too. It wouldn’t be fair.”

Sighing, you knew he was right. Argh. You really hated that and left silently. Rooster’s shoulders slumped, hating that he’d disappointed you. But it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing. You’d come around.

You didn’t a day later. Or the day after that. And Rooster found himself doing one thing he never assumed.

“Baby?” Rooster called as you walked in from work. You hummed in reply, exhausted after hours of running kids’ swimming lessons. He smiled, greeting you from the living room. “How was your day?”

“I’m so tired,” you admitted. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Okay,” he said.

The sound of a yip came from the kitchen. Eyes raw from chlorine, you squinted at Rooster. “What was that?”

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Didn’t hear any - “

YIP! Yip, yip!

“That was a dog!” You accused him, pushing past him, into the kitchen seeing the pup, about 10-11 weeks old, sitting timidly. You were a new face but she yipped again. “Hi, Betsy,” you got to your knees as Rooster wandered back in and gave you a small smile. “Oh, my God!”

“Surprise?” Rooster said quietly.

“Surprised,” you confirmed, giving him a wide grin. “How did you do this?”

“You were right, she was a bit too much work for her last owner. But the adoption place said she should start puppy training asap, we sleep her in a crate, which I gotta admit, I’m not entirely sold on,” he paused as she bounded over to him and he picked her up. “I had to do this questionnaire about why I’d be a great, and I quote “dog dad”,” he said in air quotes as he stood and brought her to you. “But apparently I passed with flying colours.”

“You went in your flight suit, didn’t you?” You figured, letting Betsy sniff you and finally, she started licking you.

“Yeah, got no shame,” Rooster admitted, cheeks flushing. “There were 54 applicants to get her. We have a cooling-off period if we want to return her - “

“No!” You exclaimed, watching man and pup. And gee, it was sexy.

“Of course not. She’s had all her shots to now. They made no secret that it will be hard and that we will have to be patient. You think we can still do this?”

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, oh my word. She is gorgeous.”

“I got a lead, bowl,” he pointed to the pink metal bowl. “Then went to the pet superstore - a fucking superstore for pet shop. Blew my mind. So she has puppy food, chew toys - “

“You had the time of your life, didn’t you?” You said as Rooster blushed and held Betsy out to you. He nodded. “Not all my ideas are terrible,” you said and Betsy kicked your nose.

“Wanna take her for a walk?” He asked. “I’ve been waiting until you got home.”

“Yeah!” You exclaimed and moved over to cuddle him. “This is amazing, thank you, Bradley.”

“We got this.”

ASKS OPEN - REQUEST A WEEKEND DRABBLE!

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sanfangirl-cynicalromantic · 1 year

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Hiccstrid Drabble ft. Heatheret | Parent Picnic

This whole thing is dedicated to @triumphantfury since she asked so nicely. 😘 I was working on a full on fic but this thing called plot came along and threw my idea in a ditch so I spat this out. Enjoy the fluff and innuendos!

~ ~ ~

Zephyr and Nuffink shouted and ran about the green park expanse. Astrid sighed and let the heavy bag of toys she was carrying drop as Hiccup carefully set down the cooler full of drinks and layed out the blankets.

“Hey!” a voice cried out cheerfully. Astrid turned to see Heather waving as she walked over, a huge picnic basket effortlessly hanging on one arm. “Long time no see,” she nudged her friend. Astrid grinned.

“Oh yeah, that time we ran into each other in the parking lot six minutes ago was forever ago,” she joked.

“Hey Hic, need any help?” Eret, Heather’s husband called. Hiccup looked up to see the broad, cheerful man come up to him with his almost five year old daughter, Amber on his shoulder.

“Nah, I’m good, thanks Eret,” Hiccup returned. “Hey Amber! It’s nice to see you!”

“Amber!” Nuffink had returned from his lap around the field and greeted his friend enthusiastically. He was already five and the two of them were best of friends along with Zephyr.

Amber squirmed wildly until Eret set her down, chuckling. Nuffink grabbed her hand and pulled her toward his sister, who was rifling through the bag of toys.

“Put everything back when you’ve found what you’re looking for,” Astrid instructed her eldest. “Wow, Heather, This thing is huge!”

“I know I didn’t have to make this much, but let’s be honest; we’re gonna eat all of it,” Heather rolled her eyes. Astrid grinned unabashedly and helped her unpack. Their husbands joined them on the blankets, chatting about the struggles with kids and car seats.

“People act like the Terrible Twos are the worst part and then you’ve gotten through it; nobody told you it’s just the beginning!” Eret was complaining. “And now she’s bigger and louder and stronger with a temper like her mother.” Heather whipped her head around and scoffed indignantly while Astrid bit back her smile.

“Oh I get you. And Nuffink’s just been getting bigger, y’know, so when he doesn’t want to go into the carseat there is literally no room left to kinda squeeze him in; if he’s not cooperating, he’s not going in and he knows it,” Hiccup ranted.

“He really has been getting bigger!” Heather exclaimed. “I mean it’s only been, what? A month? Since we last saw him but he’s already way bigger than you were at that age.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes, “Yes, thank you for reminding me how tiny I was. I am glad he won’t be so small though; being picked on sucked.” Astrid squeezed his hand in sympathy.

“But boy was he a joy to carry full term,” Astrid commented sarcastically. Heather cooed in commiseration. “Zephyr was small and on the early side, but Nuff was big and in no rush. Apparently he and his father inherited different things from ‘Stoick the Vast.’”

Hiccup sputtered terrifically and Eret choked on the sandwich he had just bit into. Astrid threw her head back and laughed at her husband’s expression. Heather wasn’t much better, forcefully patting Eret on the back as tears gathered in the corner of her eyes.

“It’s not like they haven’t heard it all before,” Astrid giggled. Her husband blushed, scratching at the attractive stubble at his jaw. It was almost thick enough to be a beard at this point. “And Heather’s totally returned the favor; I know all about Eret too.” Said man winced and swallowed his sandwich with difficulty.

“See this,” Heather declared, turning to him, “Is why I do the blowing in this relationship.” Hiccup and Astrid sniggered.

“I can blow just fine,” Eret said indignantly. “I’d be happy to provide a demonstration on Hiccup if you’re so set on seeing proof.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“Woah!” cried Hiccup, waving his arms around frantically. “No need for that.”

“For the last time, he’s taken, Eret,” Astrid drawled. “Been married for like, a decade.”

“Technically, our nine year anniversary is in five and a half months.” She shot him a look. “But, I’ve definitely been taken for over a decade by you. And, y’know, best part of my life,” he continued hurriedly.

“Smooth, Hiccup,” Heather teased.

“Besides, Eret, I doubt you could look as hot as Astrid on her knees,” he smirked. His wife flushed and swatted his shoulder.

“I mean . . .” Heather trailed off suggestively.

“I could’ve gone without hearing that,” Hiccup groaned. Eret puffed out his chest dramatically.

“Auntie Heather, I’m hungry,” Nuffink announced. Heather smiled and handed him a sandwich.

“I’m sure you are, with how big you’re getting,” she told him seriously. “Are Amber and Zephyr hungry too?” The little boy shook his head vehemently. Astrid opened the cooler for him to get a drink.

“Hey, bud, that is not a soda,” Hiccup said sternly as Nuffink grabbed a can. Eret chuckled. Nuffink pouted as Astrid handed him a bottle of water. They watched the little boy waddle back to the girls.

“You’re coming to Amber’s birthday party next week, right?” Heather asked.

“Absolutely.”

#httyd drabble #my drabbles #my writing #my fics #httyd #httyd modern au #hiccstrid #heathret #heatheret #parents on a picnic #lots of innuendo #oops oh well #zephyr haddock #nuffink #married hiccstrid #modern hiccstrid

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dungeonegg · 10 months

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Kust wanted to give you all a quick little update about how things have been going. This is gonna be a bit long so I'll do the cut thing here.

A couple weeks ago, my mom asks me if we can afford car payments to go up because she wants to trade in the leased car for a new car. I tell her if it's really what she wants, we'll figure it out. So the dealership orders in a new car for her. Then three days ago, she shows me the back of her phone because she noticed an issue with it.

Not sure if the photo will post but if not, the glass over her camera on the back if somehow perfectly shattered over one of the lenses and a bit in a few other spots too. Major safety issue. She did end up getting glass feom it in her finger at one point. So on top of a new car, new phone needed. So off to the provider we go the next day to get a new phone. During that process, mom decides we're updating mine as well since neither of us have updated in like five years or so. Because it was late when we got there, they couldn't activate or transfer things same day so we get an appointment to come back the next day to do that.

So yesterday was the appointment. I let my coworkers know that hey, need to leave pretty much right when we close to go to this appointment as it's like a 30 minute drive to get there. Around 230 or so my one coworker comes back from lunch with a thing of canned air to clean his station which is right next to mine. He then decides to experiment with it by holding it upside down and spraying coins. Not a big deal. Next thing j know, he's frozen his pen.

Apparently the combined smell of chemically frozen ink and way too much canned air in a sort of small space was too much for me. So I start coughing. Trying to help someone cash their check and I keep having to stop to cough. But get that done and go to the other room to put away cash. Bear in mind, at this stage I've already told coworker he's never allowed canned air again and he's apologized several times. Can't stop coughing. Go to break room to sit for a moment and get something to drink, help with the cough. One of my other coworkers is there and just kinda staring at me like "dude, wtf" so I tell him what happened. He immediately gets worried and tells me to sit and do I want him to kick first coworker, because he will. Give mom a call to let her know what happened. During the call, start trying to clear my throat. By this point, I'm coughing, hacking, and gagging. Apparently I can give the exorcist a run for their money, according to my coworker and it sounds like I'm possessed by the devil. Nearly throw up. Mom tells me to stop outside so I can get some fresh air, which helped a bit so I go back inside to sort money and sell to vault.

Continue coughing. So I go make some tea and send possibly the most British texts (my mother is 1/2 British, 1/2 Irish) I have ever sent in my life: 'making tea. Coworker is never allowed canned air again'. Normally when I make tea, there's milk and sugar in it but since the only milk there is expired by three months, I threw out the milk and just added a TON of honey with the sugar. Not my favorite taste but not bad and it seriously helped so much. My poor coworker who'd brought the canned air kept apologizing. Later, I was telling my boss what happened only to wind up explaining that you're not supposed to shake canned air, which apparently she has done every time she uses it.

Anyway, get out of work, go to phone appointment, that takes about an hour, then off to dealership so we can get the new car. We were there for a couple hours to get paperwork and everything finished up. Luckily there wasn't too much because mom had been earlier and done a bunch of it but car wasn't ready then which is why we had to go back. Have been sporadically coughing the entire time.

Did manage to get a bit of progress on a little drabble thing for Dungeon Egg that I'm using as a way to get a better grasp of some of the characters. Honestly it deals with a bit of a spoiler for one of them so probably won't be releasing it for a while still but I will release it eventually.

I promise, I'm still working on the demo! Not entirely sure when I'll have it up hut hoping to do so within the next couple weeks or so. No promises other than you guys will know as soon as it's available!

#random #update #Coworker accidentally almost killed me #Canned air issues #Hecticness

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sysba · 1 year

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cal x edith - first kiss

[cal belongs to @night-triumphantt ] wc: 1.2k a/n: this week had valentine's day and ockissweek and well, i'm equally bad at both but i drabbled caledith first kiss for my and judie's eyes lol there's 2 parts before this because they literally take like a year just to confess i hate them sm anyway enjoy void i'm not gonna proof read shit

“Christ, I’m beat.”

Edith winces when her back hits the counter. The shop looks nothing better than it did a few hours ago; knocked-over boxes of music records everywhere, papers and books all over the floor, and the clock marking 11PM as she sighs.

From his less-than-comfortable seat on that same floor, close as he can be without letting his knee touch hers, Cal smiles at her.

“I can finish this up. Maybe you can get some sleep upstairs?”

‘Should’, ‘could’, ‘maybe’... Cal somehow mastered the art of caring for Edith without ever telling her what to do. It works, most of the time.

But this time he’s not even done talking and she’s already objecting, so he rushes to add, “I don’t mind! Really. It’s been a busy day, and you haven’t stopped for a moment.”

Neither has he, but it doesn’t seem to matter much. Edith shakes her head almost too fondly, a little scoff of amusement leaving her lips before she takes a swig of her drink (an abominable mix of tequila and Kahlúa with far too much of the latter to be called appealing).

She seems to consider something for a moment, eyes narrowing just barely as she nibbles on the inside of her cheek.

“Maybe we should just leave it. Close the shop for a day or something.” She says it nonchalantly but frowns once she notices the odd look on Cal’s face, who’s staring at her with a mix of concern and confusion and a secret third thing. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replies a bit too quickly, a deer in the headlights stumbling on his words, “I, uh… You never take a day off, it took me off guard.”

He’s mumbling, but his low voice reaches her anyways because she clicks her tongue at him in mock offence– Cal doesn’t even notice, too distracted by the playful smile that follows.

“Yeah, well,” Edith nods towards the mess surrounding them with something like resignation. “All things considered, we might deserve a break.”

Cal huffs a small laugh at that, but neither of them shows any sign of wanting to get up. It takes him a moment before he goes back to his task, patiently sorting through a bunch of vinyl.

Edith makes no move to stop him, apparently too engrossed in her drink. He thinks her cheeks are a bit darker, but whether it’s the alcohol or a trick of the dim lights he’s not quite sure.

There’s a comfortable silence lulling them, the first they’ve had in a while; they haven’t really been able to share a space like this lately, not without a pervading sense of awkwardness making either of them run away at the first occasion.

In fact, they’ve barely ever been alone for more than a couple minutes for the past few months. Not ever since–

Hoping Edith won’t notice, Cal subtly shakes his head to try and banish the memory of their last real conversation. It doesn’t work, it never has.

‘You love me.’ Her accusation rings loud in his mind even months later, still vicious, still true.

He can still taste that same bitter desperation he felt as she walked away that time. The metallic taste of it sits on his tongue, and he can’t seem to swallow it down, so much so that he almost begs her to stay once again.

He looks at Edith once more. Her eyes are closed now, head tilted back to rest against the counter, offering the full sharp curve of her neck to him; it’s odd, seeing her so vulnerable. Like a nerve exposed, a jugular eagerly pressed to a blade. There’s something almost sacrificial about it, and it’s gratifying.

Cal can see every detail of her even in this dimness, from the waves of her hair meeting her broad shoulders to the long shadows of her lashes on her cheeks (and what he can’t see he can make from memory, like the faint freckles on the tip of her nose and the ever-present cracks on her lips).

Her chest rises and falls quietly, rhythmically. The sight is so peaceful that when she speaks it takes him a moment to register she’s awake.

“Edith?”

The corners of her lips curl a bit.

“I wanted to say it back,” she mutters again, and this time he catches it. Her eyes are open now, but she doesn’t look at him. Not yet.

“That day, after you…” she lets the sentence hang in the air, gesturing vaguely.

After he almost said it. Not that she needs to explain that, of course. It’s wonderfully, cruelly poetic how she brings it up now, in the very same room.

“I thought about saying it, but then I got– scared, I guess.”

She grimaces as she says it, teeth clenching around the ‘scared’ as if admitting it is physically painful. Cal swallows hard.

“Scared of what?” He whispers because somehow, somehow he knows anything louder would be a mistake.

“You.”

The single word is a knife to his lungs, it knocks the air out of him and has him bleed the unspoken. She smiles again, sickeningly sweet, all glossy eyes and heated cheeks.

“You scare me the most, y’know.”

He’s sorry. It hurts.

“I’m sorry, I–”

“I’m scared whenever I see you. ‘Cause I look at you and I’m just, ‘Shit, I’d do anything for you!’ And I’m pretty fucking sure I actually would, which is… Terrifying.” Her words come out in an almost sleepy chuckle, slurred and rushed and self-loathing. “Scares me whenever you leave, too, because then I’m always waiting for you to come back. ‘S a bit pathetic, really.”

She’s finally looking at him. Was her gaze always this warm?

“I know what it means, now. You looking at me like that.”

I’ve been looking at you like this the whole time.

Even when she didn’t look back.

Cal’s heartbeat is so loud he can barely think, barely breathe. But he asks anyway.

“What?”

He doesn’t understand what’s happening until her lips are ghosting over his (when did she lean in?) and he thinks he’s stopped breathing altogether. She tastes like sugar and coffee and a little bit like blood, and she kisses him as if she’s done so hundreds of times before.

Practised, familiar, with her thumb stroking his cheek and his hand clinging to her t-shirt. How she always cares for him out of habit, and how he chases her without even realising it– they kiss in that same way, like they’re saying both hello and goodbye.

Edith’s palms feel searing against his jaw, but she’s smiling, and Cal thinks he’d burn painlessly if they actually were.

“You love me.”

It’s not an accusation anymore.

I love you, does that scare you, too? I love you I love you I love you–

“I love you,” she says it before he can, and he looks so bewildered that she laughs. “That okay with you? You’ve gone real quiet on me.”

“You, ah… I–” He tries once, twice, and then a few times more till he can knit the three words together. “You love me?”

She hums, looking serene and maybe a bit drowsy.

“Quite so.”

#they're in Loveeee #caledith #edith blake #ocs #judie tag #cw alcohol #sorry i forgot to add the warning

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roosterbox · 7 months

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October Almost-Drabbles 10/23: Frost and Spice

Pairing: Cherik

Word Count: 619

Additional tags: coffee shop setting, only very mildly fluffy, Emma Frost is the queen of sass

Side note: this one’s alright. Not fully satisfied again, but not bad. I’m playing fast and loose with the ‘Frost’ prompt, lmao. But this is my project, so… my rules. Also, I don’t know anything about coffee or common coffee orders. Never drink the stuff myself. Not even a pumpkin spice.

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“I still can’t believe you’re actually gonna get that,” Emma said, rolling her eyes.

Charles looked at her, away from the advert announcing the “Long Awaited Return of Our Pumpkin Spice Latte (Only $3.99 with a Membership Card)!” and smiled.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?”

She shook her head. “Never took you for such a basic bitch, that’s all.”

“If actually experiencing joy in my life makes me basic,” he shrugged. “Even trade, I suppose.”

“Who’s basic?” Erik had sidled up beside them in line and put his arm around Charles.

“Me, apparently.” Charles leaned into his boyfriend, rising up a little to kiss him. Once they got started, they almost didn’t want to stop, but-

“Ugh, someone call the PDA police.”

Erik pulled back, and turned his head. “And hello to you too, Frost. You the one throwing the word ‘basic’ around?”

“You know me, Lehnsherr - I speak nothing but the truth.”

The line moved forward a couple steps. Still a fair bit to go before they got to the counter.

“Personally,” Charles piped up, “I don’t think a person’s character or personality can be even slightly predicated on their coffee orders.”

“I agree,” Erik said.

“You would.” Emma glanced down at their hands, twined together. “And you’re wrong. It works every time, I promise you.” At Erik’s scoff of disbelief, she narrowed her eyes at him. “… black. With maybe one sugar if you’re feeling especially decadent.”

She felt a certain sense of satisfaction at the surprise he tried to hide.

“Well? Did I get it right?” Erik’s scowl was answer enough. The line moved again.

“Don’t mind her, babe. I like how simple your order is. Easy to remember.” Charles tapped the side of his head. “Neither of you have ever had to get coffee for Raven before.”

Emma looked thoughtful. “Hmm. Now that one sounds like more of a challenge…” The three of them chuckled at that. “One thing’s for sure - I sincerely doubt her standard is anything even slightly basic.”

Charles groaned. “Again with the basic stuff.”

The line shuffled forward.

“Just accept it, Charles. Anyone ordering that pumpkin spice monstrosity is basic as hell.”

Half the line turned towards Emma. They looked annoyed. Some seemed as if they expected her to be embarrassed at the attention, or maybe for her to apologize sheepishly. Unfortunately for them, there was nothing bashful, apologetic or sheepish about Emma Frost.

“What? Can I help you?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Daring them to actually say anything.

They didn’t, of course. Not to her face at least. Some muttered to themselves or their companions. A few cut out of the line and left. Everyone else moved forward again.

“Seriously, I don’t get it.” Charles said quietly. “What’s even ‘basic’ about it? It’s just a drink.”

“And that, dear Charles, is why you’re such an old man. Aside from your fashion sense, of course.” She plucked at a stray thread on his cardigan.

Now it was his turn to scowl. “Says you. Am I an old man, Erik?”

Erik wisely refused to answer. Which, in itself, was answer enough.

“Told you.” Emma smirked, and moved forward with the line.

“Hello! What can I get started for you today?” The barista smiled, but it was obviously purely perfunctory. With how busy the place was, nobody begrudged her for it.

“A macchiato, please. Double espresso.” Emma stepped aside. She was already mouthing ‘black coffee, one sugar’ to herself as Erik took her place.

“And for you?”

“Two pumpkin spice lattes.”

“What!?” She spun around, not even bothering to hide her shock. Charles, equally surprised, looked on with a smile.

Erik shrugged. “We can be old men together this time.”

#october drabbles #cherik #pumpkin spice latte #Charles definitely gets them when they’re available #lol #honestly idk what Raven’s order would be #like I said: I don’t know coffee #something weird and complicated no doubt

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enluv · 10 months

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HIIII COCO!!! CONGRATS ON 3k!!! SO DESERVED!!! And your sleepover is so cute!!! For activity #2 can you do Heeseung with the world reckless!! Ik you’re gonna slay all these!! 🫶

you have no idea how excited I am for this!!!

heeseung + reckless – a lee heeseung drabble for my 3k event!

Lee Heeseung has been cautious since the day he was born. No literally, apparently he didn’t cry when he was born and the doctors are convinced it’s because he knew his mother had just birthed him. He was a cautious baby, never venturing out the way other kids did. He didn’t stick random things in his mouth to explore their taste, and he especially didn’t touch the obviously dangerous items around his house. It worried his parents a bit because that’s how babies learn but it was like Heeseung didn’t need those important life transitions to learn, he’d already had that knowledge.

It was an experience for him to realize why he was like this almost two decades later. The sudden rush of memories from his previous life made his head pound as he dropped to his knees in the middle of the grocery store. Other shoppers came to his side, worried for the stranger as he sat on the markets floor jaw open wide enough to catch flies. Memories of meeting you in another life played in his mind as a worried Jake ran towards him. Apparently someone had called him using Heeseungs phone when he wasn’t responsive. Jake grabbed his shoulders slightly to shake him back to reality but Heeseung was too caught up in how your hair smelled, and the sound of your laugh. That day changed Lee Heeseung forever.

Now he watches you from across the street, giggling at your friend next to you. He decides he’s never been more reckless in his life then right now, right here as he marches up to you with determination in his eyes.

“Y/N.” He calls loudly, watching as you pause for a moment, turning to look at him, a bright smile reappearing on your face.

“It’s been a long time Lee Heeseung, I see you’ve finally remembered me, I’ve been waiting you know.”

#i did not know this was gonna go this way but I’m so happy with it ‘n #hehehe ty for participating my love!!#heeseung drabbles #˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ coco’s 3k milestone event!

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wonwoonlight · 3 years

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📣: Wonwoo // enemies to lovers-ish i guess // angst?????? but not rly no // somewhat fluffy too // 6000~ words hahahahhahahahhahah this isnt a drabble

A/N: thank you for the request, anon! just to be clear, this fic doesnt give an accurate representation of memory loss bc i tried researching but it doesnt... really tell abt what i was looking for so, yeah. also, the way med school works here is like uni, which is why wonwoo's break is a bit long so if the med school in ur country doesnt work that way pls ignore lol but tbh the med school background isnt rly important here. im gonna write a long ass AN at a different post abt this fic so if you feel like seeing me rant, you're welcome to do so <3 enjoy :D

find the rest of requested drabble here

For someone who claims to hate you, Wonwoo knows quite a few things about you more than he’d like to admit.

One, he knows you live alone because the reason you’re here is to pursue your medical degree (and get a job too, obviously). Two, he knows you’re the closest to Park Chaeyoung, a Korean by blood who’s lived outside the country more than inside; Wonwoo figures the both of you find comfort in each other for being foreigners. Three, he also knows the only reason you’re hostile towards each other is because you simply started off at the wrong foot and refuses to be civil with each other quite immediately after that.

Lastly, he knows there’s just no way he’s called in the middle of the night by the hospital for you because you ask for him.

Wonwoo stares at the doctor in front of him with eyes wide open, glancing at you who’s fast asleep on the bed. You’ve fallen back asleep after asking for him, the nurse in charge quickly going through your phone to look for a ‘Jeon Wonwoo’ and has someone notify him about it.

“What do you mean she’s lost her memories?” he asks once again, not believing what he just hears even though the way your head is wrapped with bandage says enough.

The doctor explains how you hit your head to the side of the road because of some irresponsible cyclist going too fast, eventually bumping into you and then fell down on you after losing his balance. Your body doesn’t sustain any major injury, but your head has taken the fall for colliding into the stone brick firsthand.

“Is it…bad?” he asks, his mind busy recalling the few stuffs he’s read about amnesia even though he has never actually learned it himself.

“Apparently, she forgets the events of the last few months to almost a year before,” the doctor patiently answers. “It’s all a blur, she tells me. But she doesn’t completely forget everything, just that she forgets a lot of details.”

After another half an hour of telling Wonwoo stuffs that he thinks the guy should know, the doctor finally leaves, telling him to take care and ‘have strength’ because you can still have your memory back even though it might take a few months at least.

He sits down on the chair next to your bed, looking at you as he wonders why did you not ask to call for Chaeyoung. Though it wouldn’t make any difference, Wonwoo thinks. He knows the girl is back in Australia for the semester break and he could only imagine what she’d do if she finds out.

He sighs, figuring he’d have to notify her too one way or another.

[01:03 AM] Jeon Wonwoo: SOS. Text me when you’re available to talk.

[05:54 AM] Park Chaeyoung: ??? r u drunk

[05:54 AM] Park Chaeyoung: is2g if you’re making up shit

This is going to be one long semester break.

“What the fuck do you mean she lost her memories?” Chaeyoung curses from the other end.

“I mean just that,” Wonwoo sighs in annoyance, though he does feel bad for her. “Apparently, she asks for me and that’s why I’m here.”

“Why on earth would she ask for you?”

“How am I supposed to know?” he huffs, slightly lifting up the curtain to see the sun barely up. It’s somewhere around 6 in the morning, Wonwoo has just woken up from his uncomfortable sleep with his neck and waist screaming in pain from sleeping on a chair. When he comes to, he checks his phone only to see Chaeyoung replying to his text and figures he should deliver the news and be done with it. “She probably doesn’t remember she hates me.”

On the other line, Chaeyoung goes silent and Wonwoo lets her be. He knows this kind of news isn’t easy to take, even more when she’s literally in another continent and can’t just come back to help the person she considers her own sister.

Before neither of them can say anything more, you groan in your sleep, making Wonwoo turn to you. He quickly tells Chaeyoung that you’re waking up, and he can hear her sniffles a little before softly asking him to take care of you, the softest she has ever spoken to him. So Wonwoo says yes and hangs up.

Wonwoo keeps quiet for a moment, just in case you’re going to go back to sleep right after. But you sluggishly open your eyes, eventually looking up at him as you try to sit on your bed. Wonwoo comes closer to help you, avoiding your eyes because he’s never been this close to you before and it’s flustering him for no reason at all.

“How are you feeling?” he decides to say and sits down on the chair near you. “Head okay?”

You nod a little, thanking him when he hands you water to drink. “You’re… Wonwoo, right?”

There’s an unexpected sting in him at your question and your unsure gaze. It must’ve been frustrating, knowing you should know this and that but you don’t. “Yeah. They called me but you’re already sleep when I arrived.”

“I’m… I’m sorry if we’re not close or anything,” you fidget, and Wonwoo actually feels bad seeing you so… small. This isn’t you; you’re supposed to roll your eyes at him, glare at him when you can’t come up with a good come back, or give him that annoying triumphant grin when you get the last words. “But you’re the first name that rings in my head so I ask the nurse for you.”

There’s an awkward smile in his face, but Wonwoo tries his best to hold it back so you won’t be even more uncomfortable because, even though he never experiences it himself for obvious reasons, he knows it must’ve been scary to you. You don’t even know who he is, but now you’re looking at him like he’s the only one that can help.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you. “Are you really okay? Should I call for the nurse?”

“Just a little lightheaded,” you tell him honestly. So Wonwoo does exactly that, all the while listening carefully to what the nurse says when she’s examining you.

Not long after that, your doctor comes in to check up on you. He says something about not being too worried, because it might be short-term and you might get your memories back sooner rather than later. You look scared, Wonwoo notices, but he can see you visibly relax when you catch his eyes and he sends you an encouraging smile.

“I… need to go back and wash up,” he tells you after the doctor leaves. You look at him with uncertainty, as if afraid to be left alone without him by your side. It’s not a look that Wonwoo would ever imagine coming from you to him, but his heart warms a little at it. “I’ll be quick, I promise. And then I’ll come back and we can talk about stuffs that might help you jog your memory back, okay?”

You nod, because you also feel bad for keeping Wonwoo here when, by the looks of it, he’s not even your closest friend or anything. You’re sure he’d freak out more if he was your close friend or, dare you assume, boyfriend. But Wonwoo is calm and has just looked more confused and a little uncomfortable.

At least he looks like he wants to help, you think to yourself.

Wonwoo stays true to his words, already appearing back in your room not an hour later, and takes the seat near your bed.

“Okay, um…” he begins hesitantly. “What do you want to know first?”

“We aren’t close, are we?” you shoot straight to it, the most certain you’ve ever been since you come to.

“Well, no, I wouldn’t say,” he answers truthfully. “We go to the same med school, share some classes, umm… We… talk from time to time, but not to the point where we’re close.”

For now, he decides that’s the best he can tell you. You already look scared and lost as it is, there’s no use in telling you the nature of your relationship. He’s been thinking about it during the short while he’s not in the hospital; how much shittier would you feel if you find out the first person that you seek isn’t even your…friend?

“How did we meet?” you ask curiously. You wonder if you used to have a crush on Wonwoo before and are just too shy to do anything about it. Surely, if someone like him is in your class he would at least serve as your eye candy, right? Plus, he’s kind enough to accompany you like this when you’re just…acquaintance, apparently.

Wonwoo chuckles awkwardly, remembering how that’s exactly why you both went down the wrong road, still going at each other’s throat until this very moment.

“I, uhh, I wasn’t looking and you were in a hurry so we kinda bumped into each other and I might’ve spilled my coffee all over you,” he scratches his head, unsure how this version of you would take it.

Surprisingly, you let out a small laugh that sends a handful of butterflies in his stomach. “What a meeting. Your impression must’ve been strong to me.”

He shifts in his seat uncomfortably, then changes the topic just so you won’t start asking about how it goes from there. He talks about the little things he knows of Chaeyoung, someone that you also only remember by name, and then promises to video call her when you’re ready, and he talks about school stuffs, some you recall, though mostly not.

“Have you checked your phone?” he asks, only know realizing your phone is intact on the table.

“No,” you look down to your lap. “I’m… afraid.”

“Because you might not remember everything?” he asks pitifully. All this time, the only side of you that Wonwoo’s familiar with is your snarky side; one that’s skeptical and confident, not unsure and afraid like this. Seeing you like this is weird, not because he’s not used to it, but because he can feel something stirring inside him at the sight of your hunched figure.

At your nod, Wonwoo offers to accompany you look through it if you want, that he would try to help if he can even though he might not be much of help if it’s not about friends from school. So you agree, and Wonwoo is able to help more than he thinks he could; he’s able to tell you about the class you enjoy most and ones that you don’t really care for, able to tell you about your habit of drinking iced (‘it has to be iced, I’ve never seen you with anything hot,’ he says) coffee for your first class no matter what time it starts, able to tell you about some friends that you’d sometimes hang out with.

“You do know quite a lot about me, huh?” you ask jokingly, not knowing the way Wonwoo’s heart jolts at this particular tone you usually use at him everytime you beat him on Professor Jung’s exam. He can vividly picture it in his head, the way you’d walk past his table to say something along the line of ‘looks like someone’s barely passing, huh?’.

Wonwoo knows what makes his heart jumps isn’t only that, though, it’s the fact that he doesn’t even realize he knows this much about you. Has he actually been paying attention to you?

He shakes the thought away, and the nurse comes in with your lunch just in time to stop your conversation. There’s watermelon on your fruit plate, and you hand it to him because you don’t like it. Wonwoo scoots closer to your bed, eating your fruit as you talk some more over your lunch.

It is only when you’ve finished eating that Wonwoo realizes he actually likes this—talking to you over meals with no hostility in between.

He wonders if it’d be like this if he’d just said sorry that time and helped you clean up instead of fighting you back.

A week later, you’re already discharged from the hospital with Wonwoo in tow.

“You ready to go home?” he asks, and the sentence feels more intimate for no reason at all that Wonwoo averts his gaze from you to his phone almost immediately.

“Can’t stay here forever, can I?” you ask back, which makes him chuckle at the spark of familiarity. Being with you almost 24/7 for a week, Wonwoo has learned that your sarcastic way of speaking is just the way you normally speak.

When you both arrive in your apartment (Wonwoo gets the passcode from Chaeyoung who shares the apartment with you), the space suddenly feels too big for you and it’s overwhelming. It’s also sad, because this place used to be your home, it should be familiar—and even though it doesn’t feel foreign, it doesn’t feel like home right now.

You roam around to your room, and then peek through Chaeyoung’s from the door, hoping something will hit you, but nothing really stands out and it’s more than frustrating.

“Hey, don’t force it too much,” Wonwoo finally says after a while, noticing the way your fingers are digging into your palms. “How about we video call Chaeyoung now? Didn’t you say you want to go home first before finally calling her?”

You turn to Wonwoo who’s standing near the sofa, and you nod before sitting down there with him. “She… she won’t be mad that I don’t remember her, right?”

“Oh, [Y/N],” he calls your name gently. “She’s literally your closest friend here, okay? And she’s been so worried that she texts me everyday to make sure you’re okay. She’s been wanting to call you too, but she’s refrained from doing so because I told her you’re not ready yet.”

For the next two hours, Wonwoo simply watches you talk to Chaeyoung from the side. At first, the both of you are crying—Chaeyoung, because she’s too worried, and you, because Chaeyoung is crying—and Wonwoo’s pretty sure he would’ve mocked you for it if this was the old you, but right now he just feels bad and he comes to the conclusion that he doesn’t like seeing you cry.

Not the tiniest bit.

He has to hold himself back from wiping your tears, settling for handing you tissues and a glass of water instead.

“I’m okay, I promise,” you tell her when the call is about to end, relieved that you don’t completely forget about some memories Chaeyoung has been sharing with you. “Just a little dizzy now, maybe because you help me recall a little. The doctor says it’s normal.”

“We’ll talk some more later or tomorrow, okay?” Wonwoo hears her say. “I have to go in a bit and I’m not sure when I’ll be back. Don’t forget to take care!”

You chuckle a little, something at the back of your mind tells you Chaeyoung has always been this kind of friend and you’re relieved at the recollection. “Yes. Wonwoo’s here with me too, so I’ll be okay,” you shyly say, missing the way Wonwoo widens his eyes while Chaeyoung coughs to hide her reaction before eventually hanging up.

“Should we order pizza?” Wonwoo asks before things get awkward. “You know, to celebrate your homecoming?”

You laugh at his choice of words, but nod anyway. Pizza with Wonwoo doesn’t sound so—

“Why are you here?” you frown at Wonwoo, the guy simple shrugs as he annoyingly bites into his pizza. “You don’t even like pizzas!”

“Who says?” he rises his eyebrows. “I loooove pizza. And who am I to say no to Seungkwan’s free food?”

Beside him, someone sends you an apologetic look, mouthing an apology and a promise to make it up for you.

“You invited him, didn’t you?” you turn to someone else.

“Does it matter who invites me?” Wonwoo chirps in. “Just sit down and eat.”

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Wonwoo quickly holds your shoulders as you wince at the sudden wave of memory. “Did you remember something again?”

You weakly nod, the pounding in your head won’t stop and you can barely see Wonwoo’s worried eyes.

“Do you… do you know a Seungkwan?” you ask once the headache dies down.

“I—yeah, he’s, uh, kind of close with everyone,” he answers. “Did you… get to remember him?”

You shake your head, taking the water from his hand. “Not really, no. But, have we… eaten pizzas? With Seungkwan?”

Wonwoo hesitates for a second, but he eventually nods and tells you yes.

He still remembers that day because it’s hasn’t been that long ago; Seungkwan has called some people over for pizza night as a celebration of the semester ending. Wonwoo has told him no at first, telling him he wants to sleep for a week straight and his social battery is practically nonexistent. But when he hears from Mingyu you’re coming, he has quickly made his way over just to bother you even though he doesn’t even feel like eating pizza then.

“It hasn’t been that long ago,” he honestly tells you. “Only 2 weeks ago at most.”

He’s met with silence, there’s a frown on your face as you try to put the puzzles together in your mind. Your words and Wonwoo’s from the memory ring endlessly; are you… not in a good relationship with Wonwoo? But he’s been so kind to you the past week?

He barely even leaves your room if not because of the visiting hour and because he needs to come home and wash up.

That doesn’t make sense at all.

“Do you want to lay down and take a nap maybe?” he asks, still worried. What else could you possibly remember now?

At your nod, Wonwoo helps you to your room, asking you if you still feel like eating pizzas or if he should order something else. But you shake your head and tells him pizza should be fine, that you just need to lay down for a while because your head feels heavy.

When you wake up again, Wonwoo isn’t in your room. You walk out to find him asleep on the sofa, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his head uncomfortably leans back on the head rest. You slowly make your way to sit next to him in hope your weight wouldn’t wake him up; it doesn’t, but Wonwoo grunts before turning a little to you.

There’s a part of you that wants to ask Chaeyoung what’s the nature of your and Wonwoo’s relationship, but would it be too much? Just because of one memory?

But didn’t Wonwoo say it has just been roughly two weeks ago? Then why were you questioning his presence to the point where your friend—Seungkwan? was it? —has to apologize for Wonwoo being there? Didn’t Wonwoo say you were just…acquaintances?

You look up right when Wonwoo’s starting to wake up, he groggily opens his eyes and you don’t even realize you’ve been sitting so close to him that his face is right in front of yours. He blinks a few times, as if trying to figure out why your face is so close to his, but you quickly stand up and walk to the kitchen.

“When did you wake up?” he asks instead with a yawn. “Is your head better?”

“Not too long ago,” You nod at him as you return with the pizza box. “Definitely better. Did I sleep for long?”

Wonwoo looks at his phone before answering you. “Maybe an hour or so. You’re really feeling better?” he asks again, noticing the conflicted expression on your face.

You nod again to reassure him, and when Wonwoo softly mumbles to himself he’s glad you’re feeling better, you decide you’re not going to pry about your relationship with him. However it was between the two of you, it shouldn’t be bad enough if he’s right here with you, right?

If it’s that bad, he wouldn’t continuously try his best to take care of you since day 1, right?

Maybe it was just those friendly fights, you try to convince yourself. Maybe you just enjoyed arguing with him and he, you.

Yeah.

That must be it.

The week after that, Wonwoo says going to school might be a good idea because you spend a lot of time there, and you need to go to administration to officially take a semester break, anyway.

You take a deep breath once you get off the bus with Wonwoo, both hoping you’ll remember and afraid just in case nothing happens.

“You’ll be fine,” Wonwoo squeezes your shoulder. “Don’t force it, okay?”

It’s something that he often says to you, because he knows you often try to force the memory out by staring at something that seemingly important to you. This does nothing but frustrates you and, more often than not, you just end up with a useless headache.

“You’re already remembering a lot too, aren’t you?” he says, reminding you it’s okay to take it slow.

“Yeah, but there are still a lot of missing pieces and sometimes I’d either dream or suddenly think of people with blurry faces,” you pout. “It’s scary.”

“You still have those dreams?” he frowns, you’ve told him about it a couple times before and he remembers how disturbed you are even though it should be a good thing that your memories are coming back little by little.

You nod, absentmindedly linking your arm with his as you walk to the building. Wonwoo blinks at the touch, but doesn’t have the heart to move away nor even comment about it so he lets you be.

He likes it, anyway.

“Oh?” someone exclaims from afar, calling you both loudly as he makes his way to where you’re at. “Well, aren’t you two cozy,” Mingyu grins when he notices the way you’re holding on to Wonwoo.

The sight of Mingyu alone seems to trigger something within you, though, and you stagger back at the sudden wave of pain. Wonwoo quickly puts his arm around your waist to hold your weight, and Mingyu looks at him in panic, not having any idea about your condition.

“Well, don’t you look cozy in your hoodie,” Mingyu says from beside you.

“Don’t you shut up ever?” you glare at Mingyu.

“No. It’s a part of my charm,” he grins shamelessly. “Why? You like the quiet type more?”

You roll your eyes at his words, trying to step away from him. “I like people who’s not associated with Jeon fucking Wonwoo. So, obviously, I don’t like you. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

You walk away from Mingyu, but he quickly catches up, easily falling back into steps with you. “Do you know that you two actually match each other really well? Wouldn’t be surprised if you end up dating once you decided to end this dumb feud.”

“And I wouldn’t be surprised either if my shoe ends up in your mouth,” you glare at him once again.

Mingyu puts his hands up in surrender, though the teasing grin in his face doesn’t falter. “You owe me Chaeyoung’s number if you end up with him!”

“I’m okay,” you say once you’re able to get back to your feet. So many thoughts are swirling in your mind and you’re pretty sure your head doesn’t only hurt because of the memory rush but due to the revelation that you’re still denying.

Are you really in bad terms with Wonwoo…? Wonwoo, who has been with you for almost a month now, taking care of you days and nights? Wonwoo, who makes dumb jokes out of nowhere and never forgets to tell you to slow down and rest?

You look up at his worried face, a frown in his face with his arm protectively around your figure. There’s nothing but worry and concern in his eyes, so why…?

“Should we just go home?” he asks instead, and you can feel the arm around you tightening a little. You glance at Mingyu behind him, too speechless to say anything.

“No, we should at least take care of my break,” you tell him as you try to step away from him a little.

Wonwoo’s face subtly falls at your movement, but he quickly nods and figures you’re just disoriented. He points at where you’re supposed to go, telling you to go first because he needs to talk to Mingyu about something.

Any other day, you would’ve waited for him because he seems to be the only certainty in your blurry life and it’s a little scary to be doing things without him. But today’s not any other day and you actually do need time alone to collect your thoughts no matter how short.

All the time you’ve spent with Wonwoo seems to make you forget Wonwoo wasn’t even your friend when he first came through the hospital door. He was just a classmate, you have assumed—a colleague. He himself said you weren’t close.

You remember wondering about the nature of your relationship with Wonwoo before, and you’ve closed the possibility of him being someone you don’t like because he was, still is, taking care of you earnestly.

Some memories regarding him have been coming back too, if you’re being honest. But you didn’t tell him because you were always arguing with each other in those memories, they didn’t last long enough for you to get the context of it; but almost every fight was childish by nature which is why you have just assumed that’s how your friendship with him was.

But now that you think about it, Wonwoo wouldn’t have been as uncomfortable at first if you’re actually a close enough friends that can argue with each other without getting hurt.

Maybe you’d have to call Chaeyoung tonight.

“Hey, careful!” Wonwoo pulls you to his side, concern written all over his face and it’s only now that you realize you almost bump into the pillar in front of you if not for him. “Are you really okay?”

The worry in his voice is clear, and yet you suddenly doubt everything about him after the episode earlier. You try to rationalize with yourself; even if you were in bad terms with him before, that doesn’t erase the fact that he’s been restlessly taking care of you when no one else could, does it?

Furthermore, doesn’t it just say about how good of a person he actually is if he’s taking care of someone he doesn’t like?

You flinch at the thought. What does he think of you, really?

Should you just ask him instead of calling Chaeyoung?

You don’t realize when Wonwoo moves to face you. But when you do realize, his palms are gently cupping your cheeks to search your eyes thoroughly, and you look back at him, trying to see if there’s any deceit in his eyes. He can’t be faking it to this extend, can he?

What do you know about Wonwoo, anyway?

You frown at the sudden thought. Yes, Wonwoo has been taking care of you greatly all these times, but do you actually know him?

“I’m—I’m fine,” you answer him at last, your hand goes to hold his for a second before letting go. “Let’s just finish this and… I want to go home.”

Wonwoo lets go of you and nods, biting his lips at the way you’re suddenly avoiding his gaze.

Did you remember? But it’s been only roughly a month? Doesn’t it usually take months to recover loss memories?

Most importantly, why does it scare him?

📷

It’s two weeks after that day and you’re still too afraid to confront him. But it is a fact that sometimes you become too conscious around him, and Wonwoo probably notices this even though he doesn’t say anything about it.

Even so, his genuine concern and the way he earnestly takes care of you still brings butterflies to your stomach, often prompting your heart to run a little faster than normal when he’s too close and his fingers slightly brush yours.

It is only when Wonwoo texts you he can’t come today because he’s promised Mingyu a long time ago to go somewhere with him on semester break, that you realize you’re almost always with Wonwoo ever since you woke up from that concussion.

You try to count back to the day of the small accident; it’s been roughly a month since then and the few times you spent your day without him can be counted with your fingers. Almost everyday he’s by your side even when he doesn’t need to—like when you met up with Seungkwan in hope he’ll be able to jog something within you, or when you went to the places Chaeyoung has mentioned to be your favorites, even when it’s midnight and you couldn’t sleep because the blurry faces are haunting you.

You still remember that night vividly even when you fell asleep without you knowing. You woke up because of another blurry memories, head pounding and heart beating fast out of fear. It was hard to fall back asleep after that, so you had texted him just to see if he’s awake—and he was.

He called you almost immediately, talked to you on the phone about this game he’s been obsessing over and how you should try it, about how Soonyoung, his roommate, had been nagging him because he’s always at your place and that meant Soonyoung had no one to accompany him eat during dinner. He had just laughed it off, though, and you can still remember how your heart fluttered when Wonwoo jokingly said he’d rather eat with you than his roommate, anyway.

That went on until somewhere around 2 in the morning, with you falling asleep somewhere along the way. You wake up to Wonwoo’s text telling you to call him if the nightmare comes back.

You sigh to yourself. Why is the whole thing with Wonwoo so complicated? Why can’t you just pretend this is how it’s meant to be and accept your feeling towards him regardless of how it was before when you couldn’t even remember?

But you know it’s not that easy—know that Wonwoo knows how it was before and you’re not sure what to make of him being aware of your supposedly ‘bad’ relationship while still doing…this.

Is he just being kind? Maybe he feels bad about your situation and wants to make up for whatever he did before even when you don’t remember?

The only thing that you know is you don’t dare to assume he’s developing feelings for you like you are for him and you hate yourself for it.

You mess your head out of frustration, walking to the kitchen to see if the fridge has anything that might cheer you up a little. There are three cans of beers, you notice, you haven’t touched alcohol at all since the accident. You hesitate a little before eventually bringing them all out with you to the living room. You don’t even know how much you can drink, but surely you won’t get drunk over canned beers, right?

“What the fuck!” you gasp in shock at the cold beverage against your skin, seeping in through your shirt. “Do you not have eyes or something?”

The guy in front of you looks just as shocked, but quickly frowns when he registers your words. “Isn’t it you who was dashing through the corridor without looking?”

You scoff at his words, eyes throwing daggers at this guy who you don’t even know. “Wow, not even a sorry. What a gentleman.”

“Why should I be sorry when it’s you who bumped into me?” he scoffs back, which irritates you even more because isn’t it you who’s the victim here? Having been drenched in coffee first thing in the morning?

“Jeon Wonwoo!” someone calls from behind you, the guy glances at the name, but quickly turns to lock your gaze again just to annoy you further. Of course, guys with decent looks are always assholes.

“I will fucking remember you, Jeon Wonwoo,” you whisper under your breath before turning to leave. You will get back at him.

“[Y/N]!” Wonwoo calls to you once again, trying to shake you awake on his lap.

That’s how he found you when he comes in, passed out on the floor with empty canned bears on the table. Chaeyoung has worriedly called him earlier, telling him you’re not taking her calls nor checking her messages. It’s 8 in the morning on a Saturday, but Wonwoo quickly goes to your place when you’re not answering his calls either.

“That dumbass,” Chaeyoung has said over the phone when he calls to say you’re passed out most likely from beers. “Her body can’t take alcohol.”

After that, she has told him to prepare your usual hungover remedy and that he should try to wake you up; you’ll probably throw up and he would need to help that, too.

When you wake up, your head’s pounding and your throat is itching. You can hear someone calling you, but not conscious enough to register who. The next thing you know, you’re running to the bathroom to throw your guts up.

Wonwoo worriedly follows you, holding your hair to the side as his other hand rubs your back. His warmth comforts you, but you’re still not done throwing up to properly collect your thoughts.

Once you’re done, Wonwoo leaves to get you aspirin and water while you wash up a little. You warily make your way to the living room after that, taking a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom.

“Here, take this,” he says when you’re close enough, handing you the medicine. “I ordered the hungover stew earlier and it should arrive soon, Chaeyoung says you usually have it after drinking too much.”

You don’t say anything, simply bite the inside of your cheek as you take the aspirin from him. Wonwoo doesn’t seem to notice you silence, too worried out of his mind.

“Why did you even drink?” he frowns at you. “Do you know how worried I was seeing you passed out on the floor?”

You still don’t answer, your mind bursting with thoughts. It is then that Wonwoo realizes you’ve been keeping your words and softly calls your name in confusion.

“Why?” you say for the first time. Wonwoo simply looks at you with a silent question, not getting it. Your head still hurts and you’re probably not in a good enough condition to talk about this, but the sudden surge of bravery is something that you can’t ignore. “Why… have you been helping me?”

His breath turns heavy at your question, already able to put things together by the way you’re talking to him. “Did you… remember?” he asks instead, blunt nails digging into his palms.

You shake your head; your eyes are stinging as you suddenly feel like crying. “I—yes? No, I—I don’t know, maybe? But… but I, I remember our first meeting and a few other arguments and—”

Wonwoo quickly stands up to embrace you as you gasp for air and tears flood your eyes. He can feel the way your fingers are gripping his shirt as you cry, probably too overwhelmed with everything.

You’re not sure what comforts you the most: is it his arms around you? Or is it the way he’s whispering comfort to your ear? Or is it the way his hand is endlessly caressing your hair?

Once your tears die down, Wonwoo leans back a little to see your face. Something inside him twists at your puffed eyes and the way you’re hiccupping after crying far too long for his liking. He gently sits you down on the sofa, handing you water.

“Do you want to talk about it now?” he asks, there’s no use in hiding it anymore if you remember everything—at least the part about him—now.

You nod shakily, a little disappointed at the way Wonwoo’s sitting further than he usually does, though you get that he might be doing that for you.

He explains everything as best as he can, how he knows it must’ve been scary for you and how it would do you no good if the first person you seem to recall enough turns to be your enemy. He talks about how, at first, he takes care of you because he feels bad, but it wasn’t out of pity—he can tell you were scared and frustrated, and he doesn’t wish for you to go through this alone no matter how it was between the two of you before.

You listen to every single one of his words, heart stinging a little when he says he’s doing it because he feels bad. Who are you kidding? Of course, that’s why, the only reason there’s even an opening for you to feel something for him was because you have lost a chunk of your memories. Else, now you know it would be the same between the two of you.

The thought doesn’t comfort you, though. You think once you remember for sure what’s the nature of your relationship with him, everything would be clear to you.

And you definitely don’t think that, once you remember how bad it was between the two of you, the feeling that you’ve developed over the month would stay. You’ve never imagined you’d crave for his proximity, wish for him to continue talk to you like he usually would during the time he was taking care of you.

Would he back away from you now that you remember about him?

“Please don’t think I’m treating you like a charity case,” his words cut through your train of thoughts. “I’m—yes, at first I just felt bad, but now I’m just taking care of you because I want to, okay?”

“What—what do you mean by that?” you shakily ask, heart beating so hard that you can hear it loud and clear.

Wonwoo hesitates for a moment before eventually dives for it. “I… I don’t want to go back to how it was between us before just because you remember.”

“I… don’t want to either,” you whisper softly, making his breath caught in his throat. “I—I like being with you, Wonwoo.”

There’s a teasing smile in his face, but you can tell that his eyes are genuine without a hint of jokes. “Confessing already, are we?”

You chuckle a little at his attempt to lighten the mood, hitting his arm slightly which makes Wonwoo finally smiles at you, too.

“Just kidding. I like being with you too,” he genuinely says as he meets your eyes. “We really just started off the wrong way and refused to give each other a chance, huh?”

“How stupid, right?” you say with a laugh. “Takes me a concussion to give you a chance.”

For a moment, silence envelopes the both of you as you stare into each other’s eyes. There’s a quiet understanding between the two of you; how he’ll still be there to help you recover more of your memories, how you agree to let go of that first meeting, and how you both would slowly go through the path in front of you together after this.

It’s quiet and it’s comfortable, so you bask in his gaze and he, yours. What finally breaks the silence between the two of you is Wonwoo’s phone ringing to notify an incoming text. He looks at it, and then tells you your stew has arrived downstairs.

“I’ll just… go get it,” he says as he stands up. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

You laugh at his remarks, his mind probably stopped working after the emotional outburst earlier because he doesn’t even realize what he’s just said. You hold back the urge to be sarcastic, instead nodding at him with a smile that sends butterfly flying in his stomach.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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msookyspooky · 2 years

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FUCK NO OKAY BUT YOU HAVE AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME.

Canon convergent drabble in Terrible Trilogy of the reader asking Stu to help pierce her nipples. They're on a detour during the road trip and she sees a porno mag cover at a bar or something of a girl with it and was like dang okay that looks good I wanna try and she asked the pierce master himself.

Reader tries to convince herself she doesn't know what she's doing and she just wanted help, but in reality she sadistically just wants to see how far she can push Stu 👀

OOOHHHHHHH FUCK BET!!

Wordcount: 1,554

CisFem Reader x Stu Macher • S/M play • Piercings • Teasing

Don't pierce shit at home I'm not responsible for your dumb decisions

18+

You and Stu had gone to a liquor store in that little town. Anywhere you thought Billy might be or you might get word of him. You saw it on the counter the cashier was looking at. Some beautiful blonde with a small chest and her nipples pierced on the center of the magazine. You stared and tilted your head as Stu tried to engage with the cashier and ask questions about any guys resembling Billy.

"Greasy guy with the scar on his face? Maybe. Pussy claims he got it in the big house; I call horseshit. Couldn't even name anyone he knew in Quentin."

You snapped yourself out of it to look up and nod. Stu put on his usual charm, easily navigating as you grabbed the alcohol you bought and left.

Stu and you were walking back to the hotel. He grabbed the bag and peeked inside. "Everclear? Ddaaammmnnnn...You wanna get shmammered tonight or what?"

"Maybe. Can we stop at that one little alternative shop we passed earlier?"

He gave a confused smirk. "I mean sure but why?"

"Just wanna look."

You did. Stu stayed outside with the bag of liquor as you looked around. There they were, the rings taunting you. You bit your lip at the idea. You had wanted them for a while but you were too scared to get them...But the idea really took hold after seeing Stu with all his piercings. And all the places you imagined he was pierced but couldn't see...

You bit the bullet and bought them with a needle the owner told you could be used.

You came out and Stu was already trying to peek in your bag with a grin as you hid it. "Hey, whaddya get?"

"Just some stuff...We should probably get back to the hotel. I mean, we know he's here. How many guys have long cut on their right cheek AND match Billy's description."

"Some guy in Quentin prison apparently." He snorted as you nudged him while walking.

You got to the hotel and scoffed as you saw a small amount of everclear gone from the top. "Did you seriously swig my booze?"

He smiled as he closed the door. "Yeah."

You sighed with a playful eye roll as he giggled to himself. Both your eyes landed on your bag but he grabbed it before you could. He opened it and scrunched his brows.

You bit your lip with a shy smile as he picked up the barbell package. "Uh...I've always wanted them. And I'm too embarrassed to go to a shop...I want to do them myself but I'm scared I won't do it correctly. So um...I was wondering. Could you?"

He blinked with his mouth open, a slight hint of a flush on his cheeks he'd blame the liquor on. "Well…" He smiled with a disbelieving chuckle. "Well damn, sure Sweetcheeks. Do you have everything for it?"

"14 gauge needle, barbell, alcohol-"

"Marker, lighter, cold compress?" He added. "It's gonna be swelled afterwards." He got the things he talked about except the cold pack. You didn't have any. "It's alright I'll swing by someplace later and get you one...Unless you want me to massage them...As a friend, I could to ease some pain-."

"Stu." You warned even though you secretly was already wondering what his large hands felt like there.

He raised his brows at you as you just stared at him. You blinked with a smirk. "Oh...Oh right." You grabbed the hem of your shirt. You felt a blush forming, never showing him anything more than some tummy here and there. You bit your lip and slowly took off your shirt before working on your bra.

He watched the entire time. Barely blinking and eyes transfixed on you. "Damn…" His breath caught in his throat. You acted offended on purpose even though you felt butterflies in your stomach. He swallowed hard. "Sorry, can't blame a guy…"

He snapped himself out of it. "Alright, wanna sit or stand?"

"Uh, can I lay down? I know, I know; it could make the piercing uneven but I might need held down a bit. I'm scared of the pain."

He tilted his head and raised his brows at you. But he nodded. "Lay on the bed." He ordered as he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

You did what he told you. He came back and you felt a giddy excitement pool in your lower abdomen as he took a swig of everclear before putting some on a clean cloth.

He got everything ready on the nightstand as he straddled you. You saw how he looked down at your chest rising and falling. Licking his lips as you felt his thighs on either side of you, pinning your arms to your body as he eased back to sit on your stomach.

You flinched at the cold wetness hitting your nipples as he tweaked them a bit. You scowled at him and he smirked. "Gotta sanitize the area, babe."

Your nipples were hard, the smell of alcohol wafting in your nose. You felt his thigh muscle against your arms as you bit your lip. Excitement and anxiety had you tingling. He took the marker and made tiny lines over your breast on either side of your areola. His hand on his pinky finger circled a sensitive spot on the tip of your nipple that made you gasp softly. You would be lying if you didn't feel yourself clench between your thighs.

You watched him while he held you down unable to move as he lit the needle with the lighter till it was red. He didn't touch it, letting it cool a moment before dipping it in the alcohol.

He gave you a very serious look. A demanding tone to his voice you weren't used to. "You still wanna go through with it? Because once it's in, it's gotta come in or out but the holes gonna be there and it's gonna hurt."

You swallowed and nodded as he gave you a lecherous smirk. "Atta girl." He mumbled as he tightened his thighs on you. You saw his adam's apple moving as you felt his entire groin on your stomach through his black cargo pants. The chains on his belt cool on your skin as they caressed you every time he moved. His weight on top of you had you wanting to squirm even if you couldn't move.

You breathed heavily, hyping yourself up as you felt him push through. It didn't hurt as much as you thought but the action startled you as you gasped loudly and bucked. He doubled down on you, his muscles in his inner thighs squeezing down. "Easy." He ordered, his voice huskier than usual.

You felt him twitch against your abdomen.

He pushed the sanitized barbell through and it hurt a little bit more than the needle.

He grinned at you with a lifted brow. "Done...Fuck that's looks so….Good on you." He groaned out.

Your breath caught as you felt how hard he was getting. Your body was getting turned on too but your mind was absolute.

"Sure you want the other one?"

You nodded and licked your lips. He sanitized the other barbell and needle before pinching your nipple at the base to get it ready.

That second one hurt.

You cried out as he held you down, tears forming in your eyes as he didn't let you move. You heard him groan in his throat as his cock twitched through his pants. A decent sized tent forming and laying right on your belly button. He smirked a moment at the noise you made before biting his lip while gazing down at you.

He shhed you as he pushed the barbell through. You whimpered as a stray tear fell from your cheek. To your shock, he wiped his thumb over the tear. You looked up at him to see his eyes were hooded and he was giving you a hungry stare. His inner sadist coming out and wanting to give you both pain and pleasure as much as he could.

You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you down and pound into you while playing with your sore nipples. But your brain knew this test was important.

You had to force yourself to say it. "Stu?...I think I'll need that cold pack." You muttered, trying to snap him out of it as his erection was practically poking into you and his chest was rising and falling as much as yours.

You waited as he clenched his jaw and got up. He went to the bathroom as you pretended you didn't feel the rock hard erection he had or the feral noises he made. He was in there longer than he should have been as you smirked to yourself. Teasing him, pushing buttons and playing stupid to see if you could 'trust him' or not...Yeah, that's what you told yourself.

A part of you was secretly pleased you could tease him that much and he showed that much restraint...Another part of you needed him to get out of here so you could get the cold pack and have your own extended 'bathroom break' with your new accessories.

#scream #stu macher #scream fanfiction #lime #scream lemon

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bubbleey · 3 years

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Scoops Ahoy

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader(wee bit, only a smidge Jimin x Female Reader)

Genre: Smut and fluff; Strangers to Lovers, Non-Idol!AU

Rating: +18

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: How do you manage to make yourself the fool when he’s the one in that ridiculous Scoops Ahoy outfit? You don’t know, but what you do know is that Jungkook still manages to be hot. So, when your friend Minju decides to make it her birthday mission to get you laid, who are you to upset the birthday girl?

Warnings: soft? dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, dirty talk, praise, lots and lots of grinding, cursing, alcohol, big dick Jungkook, nipple shenanigans, swapping alcohol via tongue?, body shots, cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie, tiny bit spanking, slight pussy slapping, wee bit fluff because who doesn’t love a happy ending, everybody say thank you Minju!

Notes: I had this idea of Jungkook in a Scoops Ahoy uniform that I could not get out of my head until I wrote a fic about it. This is not depicted in the 80s I just really wanted to make a fic with it. So enjoy and let me know if you wanna see any drabbles of Scoops Ahoy Jungkook!

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“Ice cream… what we need is ice cream!“

Your friend Minju says as if she’s had an epiphany, as you haul all the shopping bags, somehow assigned that duty.

“Ughhhhh, only if you pay my arms are falling off and my bag holding services aren’t free!”

“Fine, fine!”

She says as you trail behind. The trips not far, the ice cream shop right in the mall with its obnoxious display.

SCOOPS AHOY

“That has got to be the ugliest fucking display I’ve ever seen.”

Minju says, causing you to chuckle at the way she dramatically shudders. You enter anyways still lightly giggling as she goes straight up to the register. You opt for the nearest booth and set down the bags. Opening up your phone you soon become occupied, not even noticing your friend returning to the table.

“Are you gonna order or are you gonna sit there and loiter?

You groan, “I’m offended you didn’t order for me, don’t you know what I like by now?!”

You exaggerate a frown and fake teardrop as you make your way to the register. As you turn to face the menu you’re almost blindsided by the most ridiculous outfit ever. You almost let out the ugliest laugh before you realize how hot the cashier is.

Apparently, you were staring for too long because he awkwardly clears his throat. You quickly shoot your eyes to the menu suddenly interested in all 10 flavors.

“I’ll have the um chocolate fudge sundae”, you say picking the first item you see.

“Coming right up!”

He says in his feigned enthusiasm, clearly put on in the presence of his boss that’s not too subtly peaking from the blinds of his office window with the door plaque displaying “Jin”. Before you can even question the insanity of the so-called man named Jin, your attention is turned back to the employee in front of you holding the sundae in front of you.

“That’ll be $3.99.”

You catch a glimpse of his nametag as you trade payment in exchange for the sundae, Jungkook.

“Thanks, Jungkook.”

Turning around, you don’t even get to witness his dumbstricken face as he seemed to have forgotten he even had a nametag. Your friend snickers, having been subjected to the awkward interaction.

“You’re actually a dumbass.”

Gasping, you flick Minju on the arm for her sudden verbal attack.

“Ow! Maybe if you knew how to flirt you wouldn’t take out all your anger on me and actually get fucked for once in your life.”

She pouts, rubbing at her arm to soothe the pain of the less than mild harm you inflicted. You roll your eyes.

“Yeah, like you know so much about flirting.”

You grumble, stabbing your spoon into the already melting sundae. Minju hums, clearly taking your words for a challenge. Before you can even continue a conversation not centered around your sex life, or moreso lack of, she gets up walking towards the register with a look of determination on her face. You’re shocked but a little amused as you watch her put on her flirty eyes and start a conversation with Jungkook.

You’re too far to hear their conversation but you guess it must be entertaining because in the whole 10 minutes that you’ve been there you see Jungkook let out a genuine laugh at whatever she’s saying.

Ugh he’s so cute, you think, taking in his features and the bunny smile his laugh subdues into. You take a second to oggle at the sleeve on his arm that you didn’t notice in your prior moment of weakness. God could he get any hotter, you think, internally groaning.

Not realizing their conversation is over you don’t have time to look away before Jungkook catches you staring. You quickly dart your eyes away but your mind must be playing tricks on you because you could’ve sworn you saw the faintest hints of a smirk on his face.

Minju makes her way back to the table with the smile of a winner. You raise your eyebrows, questioning what just happened.

“Minju, what did you do?”

You say, quickly smacking her arm for her betrayal. You know her too well to know she must have something up her sleeve.

Ah ah ah, a true lady never chats and tells.

You’ve been home for a while now, completely haven forgotten about the “Scoops Fiasco” as Minju has grown to call it. Having an apartment to yourself comes in handy sometimes, especially in moments like now when you’re curled up in a ball on the couch, shedding tears to the Kdrama you’ve been binging as of late. You’re so enraptured by the heartfelt moment on screen that you don’t even notice the first buzz of your phone.

It buzzes again, grabbing your attention to its spot on the coffee table. You grab your phone already expecting it to be Minju because who the fuck else would be blowing up your phone at midnight.

Minju: Heyyyyy

Minju: How’s my absolute bestest friend doing?

Minju: I hope great because I know you wouldn’t forget promising to come to my party tonight, see you in 20! :)

Shit shit shit, you think aloud having forgotten about it. You were drunk and mildly high when agreeing and didn’t think she’d actually remember. You groan, getting up with no real sense of urgency to get ready. You throw on a pair of shorts that make your ass look great and a cute lace camisole that exposes the expanse of your ribcage to your hips. You may not be actively looking for a fuck tonight but that doesn’t mean you can’t get the ego boost from looking hot still.

You quickly put on lip gloss and mascara, and lightly tousle your hair. Seeming presentable enough you grab your throw your essentials in your pocket and head out.

You don’t live too far from Minju, only a 5-minute walk to the townhouse she lives in with her roommates. You can already hear the beginnings of a long night as you approach the end of the street that her house resides on. Reaching the door in no time, you enter surprised to see it crowded since it just started not that long ago. People are already on their way to being shitfaced so you take the opportunity to get yourself a drink as well.

You make an effort to keep an eye out for Minju as you make your way to the kitchen but no luck as expected since she is the star of the event. She must be making her rounds, you figure. As you approach the drinks you decide on just grabbing a beer, for now, still wanting to be mentally present at least until you see the birthday girl.

Beer in hand, you turn around ready to venture back out but you met with a sturdy figure standing right in front of you.

“Sorry.”

You say out of instinct, about to step around him in the cramped space.

“No worries,”

The voice says, familiar, as you heard it a few hours ago. Your eyes trail up his tattoo-covered arm suspicions already confirmed that it’s him. Finally taking a look at his face, since you almost spilled your drink on him you notice he’s recognized you too having not moved from where he’s standing.

“Oh, hey! Jungkook right? With the little sailor outfit?”

You decided to break the silence first.

“Haha yeah, fudge sundae right?”

He says laughing, shocked you even remembered his name quite honestly but more embarrassed by the fact that you had to see him in that ridiculous get-up. You awkwardly chuckle.

“Yep, that’s me,”

It takes you a second to realize you haven’t given him your name yet, all social skills out the window.

“Y/N actually.”

You quickly add on, he gives you a small grin. You don’t miss the way he quickly glances over your figure finally taking in your outfit for the night. But, you don’t enough liquid courage in your system to act on it just yet. So, you take the awkward standstill in the conversation to quickly look over back to the crowd and spot Minju. You clear your throat.

“Gotta wish the birthday girl a happy birthday.”

You say nodding towards her and not even sparing Jungkook a glance as you quickly head in her direction. You finally reach her, noticing she’s teetering on the edge of being completely drunk. Your suspicions are confirmed when she’s even more affectionate than usual and wraps her arm around your shoulder once you’re within arms reach.

“Y/N!”

She practically yells,

“Ugh, I haven’t seen you in forever I’m so glad you made it. Did you see Jungkook yet?”

She says in a slight slur.

“First, we literally hung out earlier and second why are you asking about Jungkook?”

“Come on Y/N!”, she whines.

“You’re smarter than this. What do you think I talked to him about earlier? I invited him here so you can get fucked!”

She yells a little too loud for your liking, quickly looking around to make sure no one that was still conscious heard that.

“You’re so lucky it’s your birthday right now,”

You sigh, not even bothering to argue with her evil mastermind plan.

“Minju, I really appreciate the efforts-”

“Shhh shh”, she says lazily shushing your lips with her finger

“You are not allowed to leave this party until you 1, fuck Jungkook or 2, leave to go somewhere and fuck Jungkook. Got it?”

You groan, knowing that no matter how drunk she is she still has half a mind to police you. You’re not sure whether to be mad at her or grateful for her attempted efforts.

You know what? Fuck it. It’s been a while since you last got fucked and hell if that look Jungkook gave you meant anything you’ll take it. But, not without a bit more alcohol. You reach the kitchen once again for the night but in search of something stronger than the cheap beer in your hand. You decide on a shot of vodka.

You spot Jungkook on the couch but decide on heading towards the dance floor first. Alcohol begins to take a slight effect you start dancing to whatever song is playing. It’s not long before another body is joining you, skillfully grinding their hips against yours. You turn around facing, recognizing the skilled dance as Jimin from your psych class. You’ve made out with him once or twice on one of your drunken nights and even though you were expecting Jungkook you still welcome the slow grind you two have going on.

You spare a glance towards the couch still curious if Jungkook is there but coming up empty, making you feel slightly disappointed. It’s not until you feel a small tap on your shoulder that you snap out of it.

“Mind if I still her away for a moment?”

Jungkook says, now leaning in by your ear but loud enough for Jimin to hear the question pointed at him. Jimin looks at you for approval, seeing you nod at him.

“Sure man, need another drink. Pleasure as always Y/N.”

Jimin says smirking at you as he retreats to the kitchen. Expecting Jungkook to take Jimin’s place you are surprised when he decides to stay where he is, opting to place his hand on your waist. He gets you back into the rhythm of whatever songs playing. Too distracted to even keep up, you let his hands guide you as they slide down to your hips.

“You know, that top leaves very little the imagination.”

He states, mouth so close to your ear that it sends a chill down your spine straight. You can only hum in response, already intoxicated by his presence alone. Hyperaware of his hands on you, you don’t fail to notice his right palm radiate its heat up your body as it slides under the sheer material are your shirt to rest on your ribcage, right before you tit. You almost groan at the thick tension in the air as he’s so close yet so far from pleasing you just as you want him to.

You take the moment to turn around, his hands remaining in their rightful place, and press closer so he can hear you over the roaring music.

“Yeah? I think you’d be shocked by how much there’s left to discover.”

You say, far past being shy as the mutual attraction is clear. You hope he takes this as a proposition to end this prolonged teasing and he does. The distance between your faces closes in but instead of kissing you as you expect, his lips brush past your jaw.

“Tell me where and I’d be happy to explore.”

He says and you can feel the hint of smirk stretch on his face as he starts lightly kissing your neck, touch barely there. You don’t even verbally answer before you’re grabbing his hand and making a beeline for the door, seeing Minju wink at you as you mouth a final happy birthday and thank you.

“My place isn’t that far.”

You say as you two quickly make your way to your apartment. The tension’s definitely not as suffocating as it was before but it’s not an awkward journey. You’ve both sobered up a tad bit before you finally make it to your door, quickly unlocking it.

“Would you like something to drink? I have tequila or water.”

You already opt for a shot of tequila.

“Tequilas fine.”

He says, eyeing you as you make your way towards the kitchen. You direct him towards the living room, setting down some lime and salt. Before you take your shot he’s stopping you gaze serious but full of lust still.

“I just want to make sure you actually want to do this, do you Y/N?”

You nod, before giving him a verbal answer.

“Yes, I want this. I want you.”

You state confidently sparing a glance at his lips as he flicks his tongue out as he takes your appearance in.

“Fuck you’re so sexy.”

Is the last thing he says before he has you laying down on the couch, kissing you passionately. It’s not long before he licks your mouth asking for entrance, which you happily grant. You’re so consumed by the kiss that you whine when he pulls away reaching for something on the coffee table next to you. You take the moment to close your eyes and catch your breath before you feel him kiss his way down your neck until he’s stopped by your camisole.

“Off.”

He commands, sliding one of the straps down your shoulder before he’s sitting on his knees to give you space to pull it off. He groans at the sight of your pierced nipples peaked and hard.

“Fuck. Sure as hell not what I imagined.”

He wastes no time going back to the valley of your breast licking a strip in between leading a split path to your nipples. He pays them both equal attention enraptured by the metal jewelry.

“That feels so good Jungkook”

You whine as he makes his way back to the middle of your torso leaving a trail of spit on his way down you where you want him most. You look down in time to see him leaving a trail of salt in his wake all the way down to your belly button before comes back up. He places his hand on your jaw, thumb prompting your mouth to open.

“Keep that pretty mouth open like a good girl.”

He reaches for the lime on the table before descends back on your body licking back down your belly before taking the shot. He doesn’t swallow but instead squeezes the lime in your mouth and exchanges the tequila between your mouths. You moan from the roughness of the kiss as he now grinds in your aching pussy still covered by layers of cloth. You lick at each other's mouths until the taste is gone both groaning at the sensation.

You put your hands on the hem of his shirt, giving him the hint to take it off. Only breaking the kiss when it becomes necessary to remove it. As soon as he removes it you flip the two of you over so that you now straddle his thighs. You rearrange the two of you so that he’s sitting properly on the couch and you take the opportunity to remove yours and his pants as well, leaving a peck on the tip of his clothed bulge before removing his underwear too.

Both finally naked you resume your rightful position above his dick opting to grind against how now bare.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Such a sweet little cunt huh?”

He’s asks, landing a slack on your ass when your clit rubs against his tip. You at the feeling of being spanked and the pressure from being pushed further into him.

“All for you Jungkook.”

You say, approaching your first high of the night only from humping like a bitch in heat.

“That’s it sweetheart, you’re gonna come all over me, aren’t you? Like a good girl hm?”

He takes control of your hips groaning as he starts sucking on your neck, pushing you closer and closer to release. You start chanting his name as your hips stutter in his lap from the coil in your stomach snapping. Your wetness covers his dick, dripping as you come down from your high.

You don’t even have a chance to recover before he quickly positions you over his tip and eases you down his length. You whine taking his thick length fully, forehead resting on his shoulder as you lazily kiss the area. Jungkook’s in full control moaning as he grounds his feet on the ground and thrusts up into you at a fast and hard pace.

Oversensity takes back into pleasure as you start contributing your efforts, slamming your hips down in sync with him. Whatever energy you have left goes into the kiss you place on his mouth, and tongue, and teeth to lust driven to care.

“This tight cunts gonna come again for me.”

He states matter of factly, focused on both of your releases now. He trails his hand that’s not entangled in your hair down to your clit as he now rubs tight circles.

“That’s it, princess.”

Sighing, he revels in the way your cunt squeezes his length.

“Fuck, Jungkook you’re so big. Gonna cum again.”

You say, gasping at the overwhelming pleasure from his words and body. You can tell Jungkook is close too, waiting for your release to cum as well.

“Where do you want me?”

He has half a mind to ask before he completely loses himself, having forgone a condom.

“Inside, I wanna feel you inside me. I’m clean and on the pill please Jungkook.”

You shudder, high so close you don’t even hear the whine he lets out at your words. With the hand he has tangled in your hair he tugs your gaze down to watch the way his slick covered length exits and reenters your cunt. The view alone and the way he moans when looking too is what causes you to reach your second orgasm of the night. Eyes rolling back, pleasure too consuming that your mouth opens only to let out nothing as you silently scream.

The way your cunt squeezes him over and over is what pushes him over the edge as well, stuttering thrust into your pussy as he fills you. Head tilted back on the count letting out a moan of your name.

You both take a moment to catch your breath coming down for your highs. Jungkook’s the one to pull out letting out a whimper at the sight of his cum and your juices running down his dick after you subconsciously squeezed your walls.

“Fuck that was hot.”

He says with a chuckle, patting your thigh to move you to the side. He runs to find the bathroom and returns with a washcloth as he now crouches in front of you to clean up the mess as well as the one on himself. When satisfied with his job, he gives a light tap to your pussy still very much sensitive causing you to moan in surprise. You smack his arm as he regards with you a shit-eating grin.

“You’re more than welcome to stay the night and take a shower if you’d like.”

You offer, hoping this encounter would be more than a tipsy one-night stand.

“Well, that depends…”

He says, causing a look of confusion to take over your face.

“On what?”

“On if I can take you on a proper date tomorrow?”

A look of hope on his face now, no longer the confident sex god you just encountered. You decide to tease back as it’s only fair, take a second to hum as if in deep thought.

“I’ll agree… only if I get free sundaes from now on.”

You say, now you wear the shit-eating grin as he kisses you both smiling like idiots.

“Deal.”

#bts smut #bts au #bts au fic #bts fluff #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n

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Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, boyfriend!jungkook/reader, artist!jungkook

➥Summary: After surprising Jungkook with his own studio room for his paintings, he couldn’t be any more over the moon. All’s well and good until he’s struggling to find inspiration...which you happily provide him with. He’s ecstatic to find his muse in you, and painting your portrait brings him so much joy. Things take a turn however, when he suddenly realizes what else he wants to paint.

➥Genre: established relationship, tiny bit of angst if you squint, fluff, smut

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~7.9k (small drabbles don’t exist for me apparently, oops)

➥Content warnings: most of this at the beginning is just cute fluff domestic times (finally not much angst!), blonde jungkook, jk ties his hair up at some point (my weakness), jk puts paints on the reader, making out, slight hair pulling, cursing, shower sex times, jungkook has a big dick, oral (m. receiving), very slight mouth fucking, dirty talk, fingering (very brief), unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), biting, cumming inside, cute times in the shower, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! Their relationship will make a lot more sense though if you’ve read OFY beforehand. This fic takes place roughly around six months after the events of OFY (so in between that and the dream drabble I also posted).

Once again, thank you to @dntaewithluv for her endless support and always giving me feedback, I forever appreciate you and your friendship is more than I could ever ask for 💜

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

When I Dream of You - ~1 year after OFY

Stay With Me - a few months after the dream drabble

Also, I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn

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You would do absolutely anything in the world for Jeon Jungkook.

Seeing him happy had to be at the top of your list of favorite things in the world, as it had been for many years as his best friend, and now in the several months since the two of you started dating. Some things just never changed, you guessed.

Which is why you took it upon yourself to change one of the spare rooms in the house you two were renting into a space where he could thrive as the artist he was. Initially, the two of you thought it would be nice to use that space as a work area for you, since your job required you to sometimes do work from home. And for a little while, that’s exactly what you did.

But ever since you found out Jungkook liked to paint – scratch that, he loved to paint, and had been doing so for longer than you thought – the gears started turning in your head.

The current space he was using to create his art was definitely less than ideal. The house had a decent sized garage area, so there was enough room for him to store his supplies and be able to paint without it being too much of an issue. The downside, though, was it was cramped and even though Jungkook said he didn’t mind it, you still couldn’t help the frown from masking your features whenever you saw him huddled up so close to his easel.

For the last few weeks, and with lots of help from internet searches, you’d been slowly converting your space into something like a studio. You didn’t have to worry about Jungkook finding out, either, since he very rarely went into that room seeing as he had no reason to. He respected your privacy the same as you respected his, so this made everything infinitely easier for you in the long run.

The day had finally arrived where you would show the new space to Jungkook. Everything was set up as perfect as you could manage it – at least you hoped so – and you were dying of excitement to show him as soon as possible.

You were also, however, incredibly nervous at the same time. What if he didn’t like it? Even worse, what if he hated it?

Of course, you knew deep down that there was no way Jungkook could hate anything you ever did, unless it was something horrible, but you worried about everything because that’s just how you were. So, when the two of you were sitting at the dinner table one night, you tried hard to swallow the lump in your throat as you listened to Jungkook talk about his newest work.

“I really think you’re gonna like how this one turns out, angel.” Jungkook was offering you a sweet smile as he went to grab another bite of food from his plate. You managed to smile back, despite the hammering of your heart against your chest. He was basically handing you the perfect opening for you to segue the conversation!

“I know I’ll love it, Koo.” You watched as his small smile turned into a full grin, his nose scrunching up in that adorable way that had you falling in love with him all over again every time you saw it.

“Speaking of your paintings,” you started off, clearing your throat while he swallowed down his food. He looked at you with his undivided attention and it made your heart skip a beat.

Ok let’s be real, every damn thing this man did made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah? What about them?” He twirled more of the noodles around his fork while he waited on your answer.

You gulped. “Wouldn’t you like it if you had more space?”

Jungkook chuckled and placed his fork down, shaking his head as he placed on hand on top of yours that was still resting by your plate. You’d barely touched your food and he noticed.

“Baby,” he started, “as much as I would love to have a bigger space, what I have now is just fine. I know you think it’s stifling my creativity in there, but I’m still creating things and am comfortable.” He squeezed you hand gently before returning to his food.

“I get that you think the garage is fine but what if I told you that- that you could have a bigger workspace.” You finally picked up your fork and were poking around at your own food now, avoiding his gaze. You could feel his stare boring into you regardless, though.

“I mean – yeah, hypothetically I could have more space, but it’s not in the cards for us right now and that’s ok, too. Maybe one day.”

The way he always was optimistic about your future together made you feel warm all over. Jungkook liked to look on the bright side of every situation, and it’s been enough to help you keep your own wits about yourself numerous times now.

But this time you wanted to show him that the future could be closer than he realized.

“Koo, can you come with me real quick? I have something I want to show you.”

You didn’t miss the confused look that flashed across his face for a second before his calm demeanor took over again.

“Of course.” He hopped up from the table, that smile you adored now plastered on his face. “Lead the way.”

“Ok but I also need you to close your eyes.” You reached out to take his hand and were rewarded with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed thoughtfully but did as you asked, closing his eyes and grasping your hand tighter so you could lead him wherever you planned to.

You walked through the house pulling him behind you, feeling your heartbeat quicken with every step to where its pace was almost concerning. Whether or not it was mostly from excitement or nervousness, you weren’t sure.

You finally reached your destination and let go of his hand so you could open the door.

“Keep your eyes closed, ok,” you asked. Jungkook simply nodded and you saw a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had no idea what you were about to show him, but knowing you and how much he loved pretty much anything you did, he was sure it’d probably make him happy.

And he couldn’t have been more correct in his assumption.

At the quiet sound of you telling him he could open his eyes he did so, slowly at first, blinking to adjust to the light the now flooded over the both of you. It took him several seconds to register exactly what he was seeing, and when he did he couldn’t speak. All he could do was stare around the room, mouth agape.

Decorating the walls were the paintings he had given you, beautiful works of various sizes and themes. Alongside the far wall was a tall shelf that housed all his supplies (how had you managed to get them past him without him noticing?), and even some new things like paints he’d been eyeing for a while and other tools he hadn’t had a chance to get himself yet.

But in the middle of the room stood his easel and chair, set up in the similar fashion as it had been in the garage. His apron was draped across the back of the chair, and there was even tarp laid out underneath the workspace. You research had paid off because everything was set up in such a way that it created the perfect atmosphere for Jungkook’s creativity to shine through in ways it hadn’t been able to before.

You weren’t aware of this yet, however, because you were still watching Jungkook’s reaction. He still hadn’t said anything, and as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, you started to wonder if this was the right call-

Strong arms were pulling you up from the ground and spinning you around before you could process it, making you squeal with delight as Jungkook twirled you before bringing you back down to pepper kisses all over you face.

“Angel, I can’t believe this, you did all this for me?” He was still holding onto your hips tightly, beaming as he looked down at you. Your nod and giggle was all the confirmation he needed before he pulled you into another kiss, this one slightly more heated than the ones before.

“Do you like it,” you questioned when the both of you pulled away to breathe. Jungkook laughed before taking your face in his hands and brushing his nose along yours.

“Do I like it? Baby, I love it. It’s perfect! Thank you so much.” Another kiss. “I love it and I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

His happiness made your heart soar and you definitely knew that you’d do something like this an infinite amount of times if it meant he’d keep that smile on his face.

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A few weeks passed by and Jungkook had been using his new studio nearly everyday at this point. His creations had been increasing in numbers and he was starting to receive commissions from others thanks to his small online shop he’d set up with your help. He still worked at the bar as his primary job, but he was also grateful to have a hobby on the side that could potentially yield something lucrative.

Of course, Jungkook’s increase in his time spent on his art still didn’t take away from his time with you. If anything, it gave the both of you another way to spend time together, since now there was enough space for you to sit in and observe him paint when you couldn’t before. You often sat quietly and either did some of your own work or engaged in your own hobbies while he painted, and it was always peaceful.

There came a day, though, that you never thought you’d experience: Jungkook had run out of inspiration. He’d hit his first real artist’s block and it was taking a bigger toll on him than he would’ve liked.

You rubbed his shoulders as he sat in front of his easel one night, groaning in frustration about his current work. “It’s not turning out at all like I want it to. I’ve been struggling with finding new inspiration and it clearly shows in whatever this is.” He vaguely gestured to the canvas, prompting you to place a kiss on his cheek as you ran your hand through his pretty blonde hair. You knew that always helped to calm him down and this case was no exception.

Jungkook sighed heavily, turning to place a kiss on your palm that was still lingering around his face. “Sorry, I don’t mean to get worked up. It just sucks, you know? I’d been on this really good streak of creating things and now I just…can’t. It’s weird and I don’t like it.” He pouted slightly and the sight made you giggle.

“I know, baby, but you’ll figure something out. You always do.” You placed a kiss on top of his head before you walked around to sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and one of his hands cradled your waist to steady you.

He was humming thoughtfully as he looked you up and down, your hands now playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What are you thinking about?”

He smiled slyly. “You.”

You rolled you eyes before returning the smile. “Ok, what about me? I’m curious.”

His hand was rubbing up and down your side. “Nothing in particular, just usually looking at you can help me with inspiration.”

His confession made you gasp. “Really?”

He nodded and smiled wider. “Really. You inspire me a lot.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before sighing again. “This time though it’s not really working like I’d hoped.”

You watched his eyes close and his brows furrow before an idea popped into your head. “Hey,” you reached down to tilt his chin up so he’d look at you, “It might be a long shot, but: have you ever considered painting portraits?”

He pursed his lips as he thought about it. The simple act made you want to kiss him but now wasn’t the time.

“Honestly…no. I’ve never thought about it before because I usually prefer to paint scenery.”

You searched his eyes as you asked your next question. “Well, if you want to try, maybe you could paint me? Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, maybe it can help spark a new idea or something?”

You watched as his eyes slowly lit up at your suggestion, his face morphing into a smile that you mirrored.

“That’s a great idea! It’s something new and it also includes you, so I already love it.” You chuckled in his lap as he hugged you closer, placing a small kiss on your neck. “Thank you.”

You ran your hands through his hair again before leaning back. “Anything for you. Do you want to start now?”

He thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, we can do that. Is there, uh – was there something specific you wanted to wear for it?”

You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. “Are you suggesting you want to paint a nude portrait?”

Even though Jungkook knew your body better than you did at this point, your words still managed to make him blush as he groaned. “No, I wasn’t thinking that- not that I’d mind of course just you know, whatever makes you comfortable-”

You laughed at his flustered nature before hopping off his lap. “You’re so cute. I’ll go find something to change into, it shouldn’t take long.”

“R-right,” he stuttered, still clearly somewhat affected by what you had said. You shook your head with amusement as you went to your bedroom to find something to wear. You settled for a purple dress that you knew Jungkook loved, and considering a lot of his paintings involved shades of purple and blue, you figured it would be perfect.

You knew you made the right choice when you stepped back into the room and saw Jungkook’s face when his eyes fell on you. He looked like he’d never seen someone so beautiful (he looked at you like that a lot and it always did something to you) and your lips curled upwards into a smile before you could realize it.

You stopped in the doorway and twirled, giving him a full view of the dress. “Is this ok?”

You already knew the answer, but it was always nice to hear him say it.

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it’s perfect. You can, uh, you can take a seat whenever you’re ready.”

While you were changing, Jungkook had pulled one of the loveseats from the living room into the space so you’d have somewhere to sit or lay while he painted you. The loveseat was a dark blue color and it contrasted beautifully against the color of your dress. You decided to lay on it in a comfortable pose, and you couldn’t help the small giggle you let out at Jungkook’s reaction to your choice.

You had laid an arm behind your head, turning your face so you were looking at him while the rest of your body was sprawled out on the loveseat. One of your legs dangled over the side, making the skirt of your dress hike up somewhat. You were very comfortable, and Jungkook was very happy with your pose.

“Make it pretty, ok,” you joked with him. He smirked at your comment.

“You know I will. I’ll use my best colors, just for you.”

“Wow, I feel special,” you quipped back. You were rewarded with the sound of his beautiful laughter as it echoed off the walls.

“You’re the most special,” he admitted honestly. You gave him a brilliant smile and he felt his heart stutter.

With the way you were looking at him, Jungkook thought that if he didn’t start painting, he may never start. So, he forced himself to tear his eyes away from you so he could find the paints he needed to get started. He tied up his hair, a few of the blonde strands escaped and framed his face but he didn’t seem to mind it too much as he got to work.

Thankfully, since you’d chosen a good position, the process was easier than you thought it would be. You just had to lie there and watch him work, which you happily did. You enjoyed watching his face scrunch up in concentration before relaxing again as he brushed stroke after stroke onto the canvas.

You were so beyond proud of him that it made your heart swell inside your chest.

Jungkook had been painting for a little over half an hour before he announced it was time to take a break. He could paint for hours on end without stopping, but that was when he didn’t have a live subject he was working with. He walked over to you with a bottle of water so you could sip from it without having to disturb your position too much.

You sat up slightly so you could drink, and while you did so, one of your dress straps started falling down your arm. Jungkook immediately went to move it back into place, but as he did, he couldn’t help but stare at the dark contrast of the purple satin against your skin. He thought it was so pretty, and his mind started wandering to how the paint itself might look-

He shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He may have been covered in paint himself, but that didn’t mean he needed to go putting paint on you.

When you were re-situated on the loveseat once more, Jungkook strolled back over to this easel. Unfortunately, since that thought of you covered in paint first took up residence inside his head, he now found it hard to focus on anything else. While he stared at you to try and resume your portrait, he just kept picturing you with painted streaks covering your skin instead.

You must have noticed he was distracted because soon you were calling over to him. “Kook? Is something wrong?”

He gulped and shook his head. “No, nothing’s wrong! You’re doing great, baby.”

“Do you need me some other way?”

Such a simple statement and yet it was stirring something inside of him. Asking him if he needed you a certain way ignited that desire to once again paint you and he found himself unable to hold back from asking anymore.

“Yeah, I uh, I wanted to try something.” You were confused when he got up and started walking toward you, only carrying his paint supplies. At first you thought maybe he just wanted to get closer, but he didn’t bring the easel with him.

“What are you wanting to try,” your voice was laced with curiosity. He gave you a shy smile.

“I was just thinking about how pretty it would be,” he looked down at the floor then back up at your face before he continued, “if I used you as a canvas instead.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat at the request. Jungkook was asking to paint you, not paint you on a portrait, but to paint you. The suggestion intrigued you a lot more than you thought it would, which is ultimately what led to you nodding your agreement. “I think I’d like to try that, too.”

Jungkook’s face broke into such a dazzling smile that excited you to no end. You watched as he pulled his chair close to you, as well as some tarp to place around the area. When he was situated where he wanted to be, he dipped his brush into some of the purple paint on his palette and gently lifted your arm. The feeling of the paint as it brushed along your arm was foreign but not unwelcome. There was something about it that was almost calming.

You were now also recalling all the times you’d told Jungkook how pretty he looked even covered in paint. The pretty colors contrasting with his beautiful, golden skin tone never failed to take your breath away no matter how many times you saw it. You wondered briefly if this is what he was experiencing now as he took his time painting your skin.

He was focusing on your with such intensity and taking great care to only get the paint where he wanted it, so as to not stain certain parts of you or your dress. The sight of his caution made that familiar warmth bloom in your chest again.

He took his time painting beautiful designs along your arm before moving down to paint on your thighs and legs. He was alternating between purple and blue hues now, and the swirling patterns reminded you a lot of his tattoos that you adored. You had spent many nights lying next to him in bed, tracing the lines of his tattoos until you were too sleepy to keep it up. Seeing the patterns against your own skin briefly made you think about if you would ever want to get a tattoo. Before you put too much thought into it, your attention was pulled back to Jungkook who was sitting up now and admiring his work.

The time had passed by much quicker than you anticipated, and it was starting to get dark outside as the light was no longer filtering in through the windows of the room.

He seemed satisfied as he nodded and smiled. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. Stay just like this,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. When he returned, he had his coveted polaroid camera in his hands. Jungkook was also big into photography, and every one of his hobbies suited him perfectly in some way.

“Is it ok if I take a photo of you, baby?”

You grinned and nodded, being careful not to move too much from your current position. He snapped the photo and the polaroid was printing immediately after. When he pulled it from the camera, he laid it down on the table next to his easel so it could develop properly.

Jungkook wiped his hands off on his apron before taking it off and drawing his attention back to you. He could stare at you like this all day, but he knew it would probably be best to get you both cleaned up and paint-free.

He offered a hand for you so he could help pull you off the loveseat. When you were up fully, he wrapped his arms around you, careful to not get any of his exposed, paint-covered skin on your dress.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured softly, brushing some of your hair out of your face as his eyes scanned up and down your body to admire his creation. “And as much as I love seeing it, we should probably get this paint off soon. When it dries too much, it can be a bitch to scrub off, and I don’t want that for you.”

You chuckled at that and simply nodded your head. You’d been lying there for nearly 2 hours at this point, so you were pretty tired and ready to just relax for the night.

The two of you hopped into the shower shortly after, helping each other rid your bodies of the remnants of paint covering you both. You always loved taking showers with Jungkook, because whether or not it was a short, regular shower, or one shared after a night of intimacy, these moments were some that you cherished the most and wouldn’t change for the world.

You got lost in the feeling of Jungkook scrubbing shampoo into your hair, letting out soft noises as your eyes slipped closed.

Your noises always threatened to drive Jungkook crazy, and this time was no exception. He couldn’t deny the stirring of his cock as he listened to the little moans slipping from your mouth at such a simple action.

Of course, since he was so close to you, there was no way you didn’t feel him. His cock was hardening against your thigh, and the fact that you were turning him on by not doing much turned you on.

You could feel the wetness start to slip past your folds, but you decided to not make any moves yet, wondering how far you could take this before either of you snapped. You knew that teasing him was one of the quickest ways to get Jungkook riled up.

“Feels so good, Koo,” you shamelessly moaned out as he kept massaging the shampoo into your hair. You heard him let out a small grunt at your deliberate words, feeling him twitch against your thigh as he got harder.

You leaned your head back to give him a better view of your neck, since you knew he loved to mark you up there. His hands were starting to tangle in your hair, but he took care to not pull too hard as he brought his attention back to the task(s) at hand.

He was currently focusing on two things: 1) getting the rest of the shampoo out of your hair, and 2) not fucking you up against the shower wall. Doing the first thing was currently keeping him from acting on the second, but you certainly weren’t helping with that.

Your head lolled around on your neck, your eyes still closed as your sounds got louder. He knew you were messing with him now, so as retaliation he pulled on your hair a little tighter, making you gasp.

“You’re doing this on purpose, angel,” you could hear the dark tone of his voice over the waterfall in the shower clearly, and it just made you more aroused. You chanced opening your eyes to look at him, and the sight you were met with made you moan louder, this time without trying.

Jungkook was staring at you, mouth slightly parted as he let out pants of his own, his blonde, soaked tresses falling in his face and covering his eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he tugged on your hair again, making you reach out to place your hands on his chest.

“You’re teasing me to get me worked up, hm?” All you could do was nod, his husky voice and the feeling of his hand wrapped in your hair making you wetter by the second. There was no use in playing coy any longer. You wanted him, and he wanted you.

The question now was: who would make the first move?

You realized that you wanted to be the one to make the first move, so you did.

“So, what if I am,” you asked sweetly, wrapping your hand around his length and pumping him slowly. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, fingers now digging into your waist.

“You know what happens when you do that,” Jungkook warned. You absolutely knew what happened, and you definitely wanted it to happen.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe you should enlighten me.” You teased him as you gently nibbled on his earlobe, increasing your pace as you continued to stroke him. You heard him let out a soft moan against your shoulder as he placed a kiss there.

With no more hesitation, you turned him slightly and sank down to your knees in front of him, delighted by how his cock jerked in your hold when you steadied it with your hand.

Jungkook stared at you wide-eyed as you started moving your hand around his shaft before placing a gentle kiss on his tip, the prettiest groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?”

You peeked up at him as you fluttered your eyelashes, knowing that seeing you like this always aroused him beyond belief. You continued moving your hand in slow, languid strokes, and he was almost fully hard now.

He let his head hit the wall behind him, soft curses and praises for you tumbling from his mouth.

Seeing him like this had to be near the top of the list of your favorite sights to ever witness. And right then is when you figured it’d be the perfect time to surprise him. Without a warning you opened your mouth and took all of him in that you could reach.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate.

“Hey wait what are y- oh my God, fuck.” His loud moan echoed off the walls of the room, causing a fresh wave of arousal to pool between your thighs. You sucked harder as you hollowed out your cheeks, ignoring the way your throat constricted around him.

“Y/N, shit, you feel so good, your mouth- fuck, angel, I don’t want to hurt you,” Jungkook was panting hard above you, eyes shut and brows furrowed, jaw slack as he unabashedly continued to moan at your actions. He was reaching behind him to try and hold something, but the smooth wall had nothing to offer him. His fingers were slipping against the tile, so he gave up and instead settled for clenching and unclenching his fists.

You pulled off him with a pop, a string of saliva left in your wake. You smiled up at him as you kept stroking him, not wanting his pleasure to disappear in the slightest.

“You won’t hurt me, Koo,” you reassured him, earning another groan from the man falling apart under your touch. He twitched in your hold, and you stuck your tongue out again to run it along the underside of his length.

Jungkook chanced looking down at you, only to look up at the ceiling a moment later while he muttered a strained “holy shit.”

“C’mon baby, don’t you want to look at me,” you taunted him as your tongue played with the head of his cock, swirling around him. The low groans coming from above you let you know that he enjoyed that a lot.

“Fuck, angel, I-” Jungkook’s sentence died as a moan ripped itself from his throat when you surged back down to take all of him in again. This time you continued moving, feeling the tears in the corners of your eyes but not stopping.

It wasn’t like you’d never sucked him off like this before, seeing as it was one of your favorite activities, after all. But it was a rare occasion where Jungkook would let you take all of him in one go for fear of hurting you. So, you took these chances whenever they presented themselves, and the reward was always, always worth it.

Tears along with the water droplets from the shower were coating your face but you didn’t care. All of your focus was on Jungkook and how he was trying so hard to restrain himself above you. You watched his fists clench and unclench and you could feel himself struggle to keep his hips from moving forward so he didn’t fuck your mouth.

Yeah, you weren’t having that. You wanted him to let go, wanted him to know that it was ok, that you wanted this. You reached out to grab one of his hands and placed it in your hair, relishing in the way his fingers immediately tangled themselves into the wet strands. You pulled your mouth off of him again, but not before letting your tongue drag slowly across every inch of him.

You looked up at him again as you pumped him leisurely, waiting until he brought his gaze down to stare at you, only for him to quickly close his eyes again.

“God, I can’t look at you, like I want to, fuck do I want to, but you look so fucking good like this, I’m not gonna last-”

You always found his stammering to be cute and you didn’t want to torture him too much longer. Deciding that you’d teased him enough, you took all of him into your mouth again, intertwining your fingers with his unoccupied hand and giving it a squeeze. The intimacy of this particular action was always enough to get both of you going, and it had Jungkook’s hips stuttering as you sucked hard.

“Fuck, baby, always take me so good like this. Always so good for me, I love you, fuck,” he was groaning as his head hit the wall behind him again, his hold in your hair tightening the same moment you felt him buck his hips like you’d been wanting all this time.

Unfortunately, for you, whenever Jungkook would fuck your mouth, no matter how much you wanted to sit there and take it without issue, his size always proved to be too big for you to handle and it had you coughing around his length in no time. Which, of course, always made Jungkook stop what he was doing before either of you had the chance to enjoy it much.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” Jungkook pulled you up while you kept coughing, brushing the wet strands of hair out of your face and looking at you with worry. You nodded and tried to reassure him, wanting to get back on your knees for him, but he held you in place.

“You don’t want me to continue,” you asked, your voice a little more hoarse than usual thanks to what your throat had just endured.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, angel, it’s not that. If you do keep going, I’ll cum in no time.” He brushed some of the water away from under your eyes, not knowing if it was tears or from the shower. He bent down to place a rough kiss on your lips, such a contrast from how his hands caressed your face.

“I want to be inside of you when that happens,” he murmured against you, gently biting down on your bottom lip and pulling a whine from you, in turn causing more wetness to gush between your legs. “If you’ll let me, of course.”

You almost laughed. “Koo, you know I’ll let you do anything at this point.”

He chuckled. “That’s a dangerous admission, baby. You sure about that?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Of course I’m sure. I’d let you do anything you want because I trust you. Because I love you,” it was your turn to kiss him this time, and it was filled with so much passion it nearly made him dizzy. Jungkook could never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his, of hearing you say that you loved him, of feeling your skin pressed against each other during times like these.

Jungkook was hooked on you and he never wanted to go back to a time where he wasn’t.

You pulled him out of his thoughts as you tugged on some of his hair, earning a delicious sounding grunt from him. You whispered your next snarky comment right by his ear.

“You gonna fuck me now, baby?”

Your bluntness had his cock quickly stirring back to life after it had softened some during your coughing incident. He growled low and dark as he started placing love bites on your collarbone.

“Sure you don’t want me to return the favor first, angel?” He was marking up your skin while he asked this, so you almost didn’t realize what he was asking specifically but then it dawned on you.

“As much I love seeing you with your head between my legs,” you responded, tugging on his hair again, “I’d rather have you fuck me up against this wall.”

He moaned against your collarbone, the action vibrating your skin. He pulled off of you and brought your lips to his in a filthy kiss. “Your wish is my command.”

Jungkook lifted you up then by placing his hands under your ass and you got the message, wrapping your legs around him as he held you up. He turned so your back was against the wall, the only things now holding you up being his strong arms and the smooth tile behind you.

He first plunged two fingers inside you without a warning, making you let out a silent scream. He smirked at the way you clenched around his fingers, scissoring them before pulling them out again. You whined at the loss and he shushed you with a gentle kiss on your nose.

“Had to make sure you’re ready, baby.” He had one arm wrapped around your waist, trapped in between your back and the shower wall. With his now free hand, he lined himself up with your entrance, moaning when the tip of his cock was sucked in by your velvety walls.

“Fuck, you already feel so good and I’m barely in yet,” he clenched his jaw as he sank further into you inch by inch. When he finally bottomed out and was filling you up in the best way possible, you clenched around him to tease him further, making him curse.

“Watch it, angel,” he growled. “You’re gonna make it very hard for me to not blow it if you keep doing that, and I want you there with me when I do.”

“Then I guess you’d better start moving,” you teased, wrapping your arms more tightly around his neck. You knew what was coming next; Jungkook would put you exactly in your place, just like you wanted. And for that you needed to hold on tight for dear life because that man could rock you like nothing ever had before.

Jungkook grabbed your hips firmly in his hold as he fucked up into you, making sure you were held against the wall and weren’t in danger of falling down as he did so. Despite this, each thrust had you sliding more up the wall until he would bring you back down again. When he found a pace that was he was sure he could resume without either of you getting hurt, he finally let go.

To say you saw stars would be an understatement. Jungkook was fucking you with so much vigor that you weren’t just seeing stars, you were sure you were seeing entire galaxies. Your sounds kept dying out on your tongue because the feeling was so overwhelming and it had your trembling around him in no time.

“Can’t make any sounds when I’m fucking you this good, angel?” Jungkook was taunting you now and quite frankly, he was right, he was fucking you so good that you were finding it hard to say anything. And the mixture of his dirty words with the sweet pet name you adored had you clenching even tighter around him, causing him to groan loudly and grip your waist tighter.

You eventually found your voice again when Jungkook hit a certain spot inside of you, pulling an embarrassingly loud whine from your throat. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tears almost brimming in your eyes once again at how good he felt.

“Fuck, Jungkook, feels so good, oh my God-” your praises made him twitch inside you as he moved his hands now from your waist to hold you up by cupping your ass, squeezing tightly in time with his thrusts. He was bouncing you up and down on his cock now with his strength alone, and the thought of it made your orgasm start to approach at an alarmingly fast rate.

“I love feeling you so close like this, I love you, so fucking much, shit-” Jungkook cut himself off as threw his head back to get his hair out of his face, careful not to let his balance falter or his grip slip on you. He had to do it though because his hair was keeping him from seeing your face now that you were leaning your head back against the wall, and he couldn’t have that.

“I love you, Jungkook, I’m close, fuck,” you were breathing hard as you couldn’t control your moans any longer, eyes squeezed shut and tears falling from just how much pleasure you were receiving and also how much you loved this man. Jungkook was the man you’d loved for so many years before you were finally able to call him yours. He always took care of you in every aspect of life, and you reciprocated it as best you could. And it was because of this kind of love you two had for each other that made these intimate times all the more meaningful. You were sitting here, back up against a shower wall in the arms of the man you loved while he rearranged your guts, and it was such an emotional experience alongside being a pleasurable one that the tears actually made sense.

Jungkook bit down on your shoulder and pulled you out of your reverie, making you cry out as he muffled his own sounds against your skin. You could tell by his thrusts that he was getting close now, his grunts happening more frequently and louder, echoing off the tiled shower walls. The water had already started to get cold but neither of you cared. Nothing outside of the two of you existed in this moment, and that was exactly how you liked it.

“Touch yourself for me, baby, I’m close, want you to be there with me,” Jungkook breathed out, his grip on your ass harsher now and you were sure there’d be marks tomorrow. You loved it when he marked you up, and even though he always felt slightly bad about it, you knew Jungkook loved seeing the marks, too.

You obeyed his command and reached down to rub your clit, nearly shrieking at the new wave of pleasure that washed over you. The sensations on your clit, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you, the way he was holding you, and all the things he was saying to you was enough to finally push you over the edge.

“Jungkook, I’m cumming, fuck-” you barely had time to utter out your warning before you were cumming hard around his length, your body spasming as he held you through it.

He sped up then, chasing his own high now, the feeling of your walls clenching around him making his eyes roll back. “Fuck, I can feel you, always so perfect for me, I’m close-”

His eyes were closed now so he didn’t see you reach for him. You pulled him closer so you could kiss him, hoping to help him along this way, swallowing down every beautiful sound he was making. “C’mon Koo, cum for me, wanna feel you fill me up.”

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned out, loud and long as that was the last thing he needed to get him there. His hips stuttered a few more times before you felt him twitch and fill you up, just like you wanted. Because gravity was working against you due to your current position, you could feel some of it dripping out of you despite Jungkook still being inside of you. The feeling made you scrunch up your nose, and the action made Jungkook laugh and mumble out ‘cute’ as he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose.

He pulled out of you carefully before moving you away from the wall so he could set you down on your feet. Your legs were a little wobbly, so he let you brace yourself against him as he helped you clean up.

The water was nearing a very uncomfortable cold temperature, but the both of you would rather endure that than leave the shower without cleaning off completely. After the workout you both had, there was nothing more you wanted than to curl up with each other in the bed.

After helping each other get clean again, and stealing quite a few kisses while doing so, Jungkook helped you out of the shower since you still didn’t trust your legs and dried you off before taking care of himself. Your heart swelled at the sight of him as it always did when he would take care of you like this.

You just hoped that you were taking care of him in all the ways he needed as well. You were certainly trying your best and would continue to do so for the rest of your life.

Once you were both snuggled into bed, him with an arm under you and you with your face nuzzling against his chest, you broke the silence first.

“If that’s what happens when I let you put paint on me, we should do that more often.”

Jungkook, who was tracing invisible patterns on your back in between your shoulder blades, laughed so hard you shook along with him. When he finally calmed down, he was able to answer you. “I totally agree. Although, I don’t think that happened because I painted you. It happened because you-” he booped you on the nose “-teased me, knowing full well what happens when you do.”

You shrugged as best you could with his arms around you. “You love it, though.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Indeed I do.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head and resumed his earlier soothing tracing of patterns on your skin. You rested your cheek against his chest and could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady. The combined actions of his hands and the steady thrum of his heartbeat was enough to have slumber calling your name in a matter of minutes.

Jungkook had something more to say, however.

“Hey,” he called gently, making you look up at him with groggy eyes. He smiled at the sight. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For helping me. For being my muse. I’ve got more ideas now about what else to create, and I don’t think I could’ve gotten there without your help.”

You smiled at him before you placed your head down again and shut your eyes once more, breathing deeply. “You would’ve eventually. That’s just how you are. Maybe I sped up the process, but you would’ve done fine.”

“Perhaps,” he sighed and looked at the ceiling. His glance travelled down to look at your nearly sleeping form, laying on him calm and unbothered. Moments like these topped his list of favorite things, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.

“Goodnight, angel,” he murmured softly, not sure if you were asleep or not yet. You muttered something unintelligible back, but he knew you were telling him goodnight all the same, and it brought a smile to his face.

Jungkook wanted to tackle life with you, the good, the bad, all of it; he wanted to do it with you by his side. He wanted to make sure every day of your life from here on out was filled with happiness and love and everything you deserved in the world, just as you wanted to do the same for him. He knew you’d do anything for him, and he’d do anything for you.

Only for you.

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goldenshoyo · 3 years

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Summary: You’ve always felt a connection to Kageyama Tobio, and he’s always taken advantage of that. Even knowing this, you can’t help but come to him each time he gives you the tiniest bit of attention.

Warnings: Mean and possessive Tobio, fem!reader, choking, degradation, finger sucking, 1 face slap, senpai kink, a sprinkle of angst, friends to lovers kinda, (let me know if I missed any)

Word count: 2.6k

A/n: This was supposed to be a short drabble but I uh couldn't stop writing so here we are with a full-length fic. Thank you so much @terushimooo for being my beta, I appreciate it and you sm <3 <3

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It’s ridiculous, you know that, looking down at your phone screen while the world comes to a halt. Whatever story your friend has begun telling, you couldn’t care less as you see his name pop up on your phone accompanied with the latest picture you snagged of him when he was sleeping after the last time you met up.

The way he makes you feel is dangerous. Ever since high school, whenever Kageyama Tobio beckoned, you would come crawling to him like an abused puppy; even when your friends begged you not to. He was clearly an addiction, and one you had no intention of seeking treatment for.

“Dude!” Your friend snaps at you. “Anyone there?” She dramatically taps on your forehead and you smack her hand away as the phone call ends, sending him to voicemail.

Fuck. He calls again, your phone vibrating on your lap again.

“Yeah, sorry. I just need to take this,” you tell her and excuse yourself from the table; ignoring the look she gives you as you go.

“Hello, Sorry-”

“Why didn’t you answer the first time I called?” The irritation cuts through you, instantly making you regret not excusing yourself earlier.

“Sorry, I was with a friend and needed a minute.”

“Okay. Anyway, I’m in town for a few days. Lucky for you, I’m free all day and night.”

You sigh, leaning against the brick wall of the coffee shop. “I have plans today. I can’t just abandon my friends, Tobio. I don’t know why-”

“Do you really have something better to do than letting me fuck you?” The chuckle that follows is dreadfully delicious.

“Why would you say that,” you spit back. “That’s so rude, Tobio. What’s gotten into you?” He’s always been like this, so you’re not sure why you ask.

“You know I’m right,” another laugh. “I’m in room 504 at the normal place. Oh! Wear that pretty little blue thing you had one last time. I liked it. See you in… let's say an hour?” He hangs up before you can answer.

You lock your phone, slipping it into your jacket pocket before going back to sit with your friend.

You can’t resist him, never passing up the opportunity to have him split you in half. It just feeds his ego, making him more forward and prone to taking advantage of your feelings for him. And, every single time, you let him.

“I suspect you’ll be leaving now?” She raises an eyebrow at you, the rest of her face looking exasperated and disappointed in you.

“Please,” you beg, “leave it alone.”

“Stop letting that man-child take advantage of you!” She says as you stand up. “This time at least make him buy you a fucking meal.” Her taunting laugh lingers as you walk out of the shop.

She’s right, you do need to stop putting him in front of anything else whenever he feels like popping back into your life. However, it doesn’t stop you from going home and slipping into the dark blue lingerie he mentioned, or fixing your hair and touching up your makeup that he’ll inevitably ruin and mock you for. How could you resist that? Every time you think about the smile on his lips while his thumb smears your mascara with your tears after making you choke on his cock, your thighs burn and your stomach fills with butterflies. It’s impossible to resist.

His location is still saved in your GPS from a few weeks ago. The Adlers always stay in the same hotel so you’ve never had to delete it. The burning between your thighs is embarrassing, but fueling your confidence.

In the past, you were a nervous wreck when it came to fucking Tobio, but after years and years of this same arrangement, you’ve finally become comfortable enough to never worry about it.

Parking in the guest lot, you lock your car and enter the lobby. You don’t see anyone you recognize, making it easier to hurry through to the elevator and to Tobio. Knocking on the door you anxiously wait for him to answer, hoping none of his teammates happen to pass by and see you waiting by his room again. It’s too many times to count.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbles as the door swings open and he pulls you in by your wrist, making you trip over your feet and into his chest.

“Fuck, at least I came here. You weren’t very nice to me on the phone,” you tell him before pushing yourself away.

“You didn’t answer me when I called. I was obviously irritated,” he shrugs pushing you back onto the bed so you’re sitting at the edge.

Letting your purse drop to the floor you remove off your jacket and toss it to the side as well. Tobio pulls his shirt off before kissing you and pushing you down against the bed fully. His bodyweight on yours feels so familiar and warm, you can’t help but moan already. It’s frustrating how your body reacts to him, clinging to him like he’s your life support when he’s around. You bite his bottom lip gently and he hisses before sliding his hands underneath your shirt. Feeling the lace beneath his fingers, he pulls away and smiles.

“Good girl,” he coos. You sit up to let him pull the shirt off your body, his lips attack your neck first. Making his way down your shoulder, and then your collarbone, you whine each time his teeth sink into your soft skin.

“Tobio, please,” you beg.

He’s not touching you as much as usual, and it’s infuriating. You’re aching for him, and you had hoped his irritation would have pushed past his liking of extended foreplay. Apparently, it’s just made him want to tease you more. The light pinches on your nipples between his thumb and forefinger barely do enough to perk them up.

“Why are you taking so long?” You reach out, palming him through his sweatpants and finding he’s already hard.

“Can you please shut up,” he growls, pushing you down by your shoulders and slipping his pants off. Sitting up on your elbows you smile seeing he’s decided to go commando for this. He rolls his eyes watching you gawk at him before stroking himself once.

“Tobio, please. Don’t make me beg for you.” You squeeze your thighs together before lifting your ass up enough to slip the shorts off your body. “I even wore your favorite set. Pretty please, Senpai.”

The smirk that takes over his previous unamused expression sets butterflies loose in your stomach. He always liked being called Senpai, even if he was just a year ahead of you. You can’t deny it also makes you feel something more, feeling dirty when you say it as he strokes his cock with his pretty hands.

“I like when you beg.” His free hand grips your thigh, squeezing tight and making you squirm. “But, you are being a little less annoying than usual. So,” he holds his middle and forefinger up to your lips and you part them for him. “Good girl.”

Sucking slowly and keeping eye contact with him, you let him force them in until you’re choking while squeezing your fists together so tight you think you might break the skin of your palm. He pulls them out and laughs, using your saliva to coat his cock.

“More,” you pout wanting to have his fingers in your mouth again. You’re not sure why you like it so much. But, something about the way it makes you feel so small and so below him, you crave that more and more each time. His hand connects with your cheek in one and your face stings before you feel warmth replace it.

“Just because I was nice once, doesn’t mean you get to start acting greedy no. Got it?” You nod, your fingers reaching up to touch the warm skin. “Now flip over, I’m getting impatient.”

You pull your loose shirt over your head as you turn over, elbows and forearms holding you up as Tobio slides your shorts off your body and pushes your thong to the side. He holds it there with his thumb, the rest of his fingers digging into your skin.

“Senpai!” You cry out while his fingers prod at your hole, thumb teasing your clit.

“Fuck,” he chuckles leaning over your body, breath teasing your neck. “You’re already soaking wet down here. I don’t think I need to prep you at all. What a treat,” he hisses the back of your neck before his fingers are replaced with the head of his cock.

It stings, stretching your walls with every inch until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. He holds your hips tightly, not moving. Sneaking a peek behind you, you see his head is falling back with his lips parted as he enjoys your tight warmth. Falling forward, you force him to start thrusting so he can get back inside of you fully. He’s always so rough, balls slapping against your cunt every time he thrusts.

He pushes down on your hip, and you remember the bruise from bumping into a counter corner at work. You whimper, the pain tolerable and making your body burn with ecstasy as he fucks you. He presses harder, this time you turn back to look at him and he looks irritated.

Only Kageyama Tobio could possibly look this miserable while fucking someone.

You roll your eyes and focus on the feeling of his thick cock dragging against your walls and hitting the bottom of your cervix. The room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing, moans, and of course, the almost comical sound of skin slapping. It’s fast, the first one always is. A mix of desperation and built-up tension destroying any sense of self-control he had before. The only thing that matters to him now is filling you up.

“G-gonna,” you cry out, “cum. Tobio please!”

He slaps your ass, hissing something that sounds like ‘it’s senpai’ through a moan. His erratic thrusting signals he’s close too. You clench around his cock when it hits that spot that always forces tears to brim around your eyes. You cum, crying out his name into the mattress while he fucks you harder, chasing his own orgasm. When he finally finished, he tightens his grip on your hips, grunting and holding you still against him before pushing you back and forth twice to milk out the rest of his high.

Throwing himself down onto the mattress beside you makes your body bounce before you crawl up closer to him. He’s warm, but not sweaty. His stamina is truly something he should be proud of. While you know this wasn’t long, it was intense. Anyone else would be tired by now. Your core aches at the thought of another round, but you savor the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his skin against your cheek while he strokes your hair as he mindlessly stares up at the ceiling of the hotel room.

“So,” he says awkwardly. The tone of his voice is different from usual. Normally he becomes softer, more willing to treat you like an actual person and not some piece of meat he uses to get off every time he makes it back home. “Who gave you that bruise?”

Turning to look up at him, you see he’s not breaking eye contact with the ceiling. He’s jealous.

“Who?” you giggle sitting up and poking his side. “What’s it matter?”

“Well,” he sighs through gritted teeth. “I’d like to know, that’s why it matters.”

“Who I fuck in my free time isn’t your business, Tobio.” You’re just teasing him, but it’s true. Why is he so concerned with what you do outside of this room? He’s never cared before.

“It is when you’re still fucking me.” He shouts, anger taking over and he rolls to his side before sitting up and getting off the bed. “You’re mine! I don’t know how you don’t have that through your thick skull already!”

Your mouth drops open with how intense he is now, looking at you with wild blue eyes and running his hands through his dark hair. His body is tense, no longer relaxed to be around you. He turns away, picking up his sweats and pulling them over his body. He’s still close enough to touch, but you’re hesitant.

He’s never shown this much interest in you beyond hooking up. You always assumed he was fucking others while away, even if he would call you at odd hours of the day when traveling, begging you to help him get off over the phone.

“If you don’t get that by now, we can’t keep doing this.” He turns back around, his cheeks turning pink and his eyes glossy. “You can go if you want.”

“Stop,” you grab his arm and pull him down closer to you. His face is right in front of yours, your noses nearly touching. “I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you. But, I can’t keep doing this if you’re going to keep yelling at me.”

“I won’t yell at you anymore.” He says softly, his cheeks a deeper pink now. “I’m sorry.”

He pulls away and you yearn for the closeness again. You hold onto his arm as he sits beside you, leaning your head on his shoulder. “The bruise in question is from hitting it on a counter at work a few days ago. I ran into the corner of it.”

“Idiot,” he scoffs, laughter following shortly.

“You’re the idiot who got jealous of a bruise.” You say softly, knowing not to push him too hard.

While he’s always put on this tough exterior, you see now it’s easy to crack through when he feels like he’s not the only one in your sex life.

“Whatever,” he looks down at you and kisses your forehead. “Don’t expect flowers and chocolates from me. But, just so you know, you’re the only one I’m seeing.” He tilts your chin up to make you look into his eyes. “I’d appreciate being the only one you’re seeing too.”

You sigh, pulling away. “I’m not promising you anything. It’s been this way for what, six years now? If you don’t want me to actually be your girlfriend, then you can’t control who I do and don’t fuck.”

“God fucking dammit,” he throws himself back against the bed. “Can you please work with me here? I’m really trying to ask you out, ya know?”

You frown, smacking his leg. “I’ve been working with you for few years. You could be nicer and more direct.”

“I’m not nice.” He spits back. “It’s not like you’re easy to read, either. You could act interested in me. You never call or text.”

“You never call or text me unless you want something!”

“It’s the only time I get your attention!”

You’re not sure why it happens, but you both start laughing. Laughing hard enough you double over on the bed, clenching onto your stomach. It’s ridiculous, you think, the way you both have been fighting this internal battle of what you want and what you pretend to want when you’re with one another.

“Well, since I have nothing better to do than let you fuck me…” you tease, “I guess I have nothing better to do than let you date me.”

#kageyama tobio smut #haikyu smut #kageyama tobio x reader #tobio kageyama smut #tobio kageyama x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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skate rat choso

This is just a little drabble for skate rat Choso, I got inspo from a cute ass pic of him holding baby Itadori :) no content warnings for this, although I must say it might get cringe? I tried to be wholesome, so let's see how that worked out. Gender neutral readerrrr and idk if i need to say this but choso and reader are 18+ lol

It was finally the first warm sunny day of the season. Birds were chirping, sparse clouds dotted the sky and there wasn’t any pollen in the air to make Choso sneeze. It was the perfect day to go to the skate park.

“Got your helmet?” And of course he was going to bring his little brother Yuji along with him.

“Mhmm!” The excited six year old nodded, nearly falling over as he held up his little helmet covered in sparkly Kirby stickers. Heading out of the house, Yuji ran down the steps, leaving Choso behind to carry his bike and his own skateboard.

“Your backpack, don’t forget this!” Holding up the tiny bag, Choso shrugged his own bag on. Yuji’s didn’t have much in it besides a few bandaids and a bag of chips. Holding his arms up at the bottom of the steps, Yuji waited for Choso to put it on him.

“This is gonna be great!” As soon as he could, Yuji ran down the street with Choso taking longer strides behind him. The walk to the skate park wasn’t far, and they got there in no time to see a couple other people Choso’s age riding around.

“What do you want to do first, do you want to take off the training wheels right away?” Setting Yuji’s bike down, Choso dug in his back for the screwdriver he brought.

“Yeah!” Hopping on the bike, Yuji bounced up and down impatiently, already dreaming of how he was going to fly through the air on the bike. Tossing the now useless wheels to the side, Choso pressed his hand to Yuji’s back.

“I’m going to hold onto you for a little bit to make sure you don’t fall, okay?”

“I’m not a baby!” Yuji shouted, trying to shake off Choso’s hand.

“You’re my baby and I want you to be safe.” Gripping the back of his shirt, Choso stilled Yuji. “Now try to push off.”

Lifting his feet off the ground, Yuji let out a short yelp as he began to sway side to side. Nearly falling several times, he refused to give up and with an almost angry pout on his face he was able to push the pedals and get the wheels spinning forward.

“I’m doing it!” He gasped, looking down at his feet and the way he wasn’t falling over anymore.

“You’re doing great!” Choso jogged a bit behind him, ultimately letting go and watching Yuji ride around in a wide circle.

“Did you see me? Did you?” Coming to a shaky stop, Yuji leapt off his bike and grabbed onto Choso’s shirt, tugging on it.

“I did, you were awesome.” Scooping the young boy up, Choso gave him a big hug. Squirming out of his hold, Yuji picked up his bike again.

“Ride your skateboard with me!” Yuji didn’t wait for Choso to respond, already stumbling to a start on his bike. Tucking their things underneath a tree with a couple other people's belongings, Choso let his board clatter to the ground and stepped on it, pushing off and meeting up with Yuji in no time.

As they rode around, avoiding any big dips or curves, Choso let his eyes wander across the park. There were a fair few people here, a couple that he recognized doing tricks in the bowl and sitting on the sidelines. Later, when Yuji was tired from riding on his bike and he didn’t have to pay attention to him too much, Choso would do some tricks as well and see if he could do anything new.

“Look Yuji, another kid your age is here.” With a little mop of messy black hair, the scowling child had a tiny little skateboard in hand. His helmet was strapped to his backpack that no doubt carried all his protective gear as well.

“I know him, he’s a new kid! He just joined last month.” Stopping slowly, Yuji stared quite obviously at the other boy. “His name is Megumi.”

“Why don’t you go over and ask if he wants to ride around with you?” Choso pushed Yuji towards the boy, finding himself intrigued with the adult that was following him. Riding over to the Megumi, Yuji leaned forward on his handlebars.

“Megumi?” He called out and the boy turned, his eyes widening upon seeing Yuji and Choso. “D’ya wanna ride together?” Megumi was silent, his lips forming a tight line on his face. Glancing at Choso, Megumi scrambled behind the person with him.

“Sorry, he’s a little shy.” You answered, trying to tug him off your pant leg. Smoothing a hand on his back, you leaned down to Megumi. “Is this a boy from your school?” Megumi nodded silently. “Do you want to ride around with him? I bet he’d let you hold onto his handlebars to balance.”

Megumi mumbled something indistinguishable to Choso, but apparently you heard it and understood. There was a quick back and forth and a rushed promise that you’d stay close by, and then Megumi was slowly tiptoeing out from behind you.

“Okay.” Clutching his board to his chest, Megumi looked at Choso and his own board.

“How long have you been skateboarding?” Choso asked, smiling at him. Megumi held up a five and you giggled.

“He’s been doing it for five months now.” Answering for him, you unclip his helmet and plop it on his head. “Show him your board, baby.” Flexing his little fingers, Megumi turned it around, showcasing the underside of the board.

“Cool!” Yuji gasped, stepping closer and pointing at the large wolf painted across the bottom.

“Thanks.” Megumi whispered, smiling softly despite himself.

“You wanna see mine?” Bending down so both boys could see clearly, Choso flipped his over. The deck was horribly scraped and scratched from grinding on metal and concrete and so were the trucks, but you could still make out the dragon design that was once there.

“That’s really cool.” Running his hand along the bottom, Megumi’s eyes gleamed with wonder.

“I can teach you some skating stuff later if you want.” Standing up straight, Choso flicked his eyes over to you. He really wanted you to accept the offer, he wanted an excuse to try and talk to you.

“Y-yes please!” Bouncing on his toes, Megumi looked over at you. “Can he, (Y/N)?”

“Of course!” Giving him a big thumbs up, you fished out his pads from his little backpack. “You have to put your gear on first though.”

Megumi rushed to put his gear on and in no time he and Yuji were riding around the flat parts of the park, both wobbly and slightly unsteady on their feet. Choso sat next to you on a bench and watched them, letting the sounds of the other park goers fill the silence between you.

“I never introduced myself! I’m (Y/N)!” The abruptness of your voice surprised him, but Choso was glad you broke the silence first because he was too nervous to. Waving and smiling at him, you didn’t seem to notice the blush beginning to coat Choso’s cheeks. “I’m Megumi’s older sibling, we just moved to the area not too long ago.”

“Oh uhm yeah, Yuji said that Megumi was a new student.” Nodding dumbly, Choso smiled nervously.

“Yuji is your brother's name?”

“Mhmm! And I’m Choso.” He quickly tacked on, almost forgetting to tell you his own name.

“It’s nice to meet you, Choso. I hope our brothers get along well.” Taking a look over at the two of them, you smiled. “Well actually, I don’t think I have to worry about that.” Pointing over to them, you and Choso shared a soft laugh at watching Megumi and Yuji chase each other around, their wheels lying forgotten on the grass.

“I’m not surprised, Yuji is really outgoing.” Choso had to bite back the stupid grin he had wanting to bubble to the surface. His little brother's ability to make friends with anyone was unexpectedly starting to pay off. If Yuji could make a good bond with Megumi, Choso had no doubt he’d be seeing the two of you again.

“Have you been skating long, Choso?” Your hand skims the edge of the board resting on his lap.

“I started when I was Yuji’s age.” He could remember clearly the very first time he rode a skateboard and the first time he fell off it too. “Do you skate or anything, (Y/N)?”

“I could never!” Rubbing the back of your neck, you laugh, feeling embarrassment come over you at your next words. “I tried to ride Megumi’s little skateboard one time and fell right on my face!”

“Ouch, really?” Laughing a little as well, Choso fiddled with the wheels. “If you want, I can teach you too. It’s not that hard, you just have to balance a little and-”

“(Y/N)!” A sharp wail cut Choso off and you both looked over to where it came from. Clutching his knee, Megumi had tripped and fallen over a ramp. Walking over swiftly, it was a relief to see only a few drops of blood on Megumi’s knee.

“It’s okay, it’s just a little scrape.” Running your hands through his unruly hair, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Do you want a bandaid?”

“I have one!” Yuji shot up, running past Choso and grabbing his backpack. He had a handful of bandaids and laid them in Megumi’s lap. “I have spiderman and hello kitty!” Picking up a sparkly one with strawberries, he held it out to you. “This one’s my favorite!”

“Thanks.” Meguim’s voice wavered slightly and he sniffled a little, but he took the bandaid out of Yuji’s hand and gave it to you to put on him.

“Okay, you’re all better. Go play some more.” A few minutes later Megumi was back on his feet, making sure to stay away from the big structures sticking out of the ground. Sticking around a few seconds longer, you exhaled sharply and turned to Choso.

“So, what was that about teaching me how to skate?”

Choso had never been happier about his decision to come out to the park today. While he loved spending time with his little brother, more than anything else in the world, getting to know you was something that was beginning to rival it.

With his helmet slapped on your head, you looked adorably scared to step on his board. Choosing a corner where no one would skate by, you gripped a concrete column tightly and put a tentative foot on the board.

“I’m scared.” You whined, glancing up at Choso and then back down to your foot.

“Let go of that thing, put more of your weight on the board.” He beckoned you closer, holding out both hands for you to take. Pressing your foot more firmly, you slowly inched your way off the column.

“Oh shit!” Just as you were going to take your other foot off the ground, the board began to slide underneath you. Flailing your arms, you jumped off and a few feet away. “I almost died!”

“It’s okay!” Choso laughed at your dramatics, stopping the board before it could slide too far away. “Take my hand and step on again.”

“You better not let me fall!” Pointing threateningly at him, you took a deep breath and put your foot back on. Bypassing his hand, you gripped his shoulder tightly and shuffled both feet on.

“Bend your knees a little.” Choso’s hand was hovering near your waist. He wasn’t sure if he should grab it or not to help you balance, but you quickly made that decision for him by nearly falling as you leaned too far forward.

“Choso!”

“I got you!” Saving you from certain death, Choso hugged you close to him, putting his foot in front of the wheels to stop it from sliding back and forth. Your fingers were clutching his t-shirt tightly, leaving deep wrinkles in the fabric.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Shaking your head, you forced yourself to stand up straight.

“You haven’t even pushed off yet.” Keeping his hand on your back, Choso let you squeeze the life out of his other hand.

“I don’t know if I want to, you saw me almost die just now.”

“Emphasis on almost.” He chuckled when you swatted at his chest. “Just try it once and then you can say you did it.”

“If I break a leg my mom will be pissed.”

“Don’t break a leg then and you’ll be fine.”

“Shut up.” Giggling at his comment, you squared your shoulders and looked forward. “Okay, I’m going.”

Choso talked you through pushing off, telling you where to put your foot and how to balance on the board while you pressed against the ground. He pulled you along as well, trying to help build up enough speed.

“You’re doing it!” He shouted, trying to let go of you as you started to cruise. You laughed loudly and breathlessly, heart pounding in your ears and legs shaking terribly as you fought to control your body.

“I-I am!” Letting go of Choso’s hand, you slid up to grip his arm. The tiny breaks in the cement were nothing, barely making a dent as you rode over them. What did make a dent, however, was when Choso fully stepped away from you right as the wheels met resistance on a big crack in the ground.

Luckily there was grass in front of you that you could fall into, and you did so with a loud shout accompanying it. With your hands outstretched to break your fall, your knees met the dirt hard and the whole ordeal knocked the wind out of you.

“You okay?” Choso was hunched over you, eyes wide as he knelt down beside you. Taking a moment to roll over and catch your breath, you sat up on your elbow only to be knocked down by Megumi tumbling into you.

“(Y/N)!” Wrapping his arms around your neck, he smooshed his cheek against yours. “You fell!” Nodding at the obvious statement, you wheezed as he squeezed you a bit harder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, baby.” Blinking hard as you tried to reorientate yourself, you saw Yuji with his bandaids out.

“Do you need one?” Holding up a large yellow one, he looked you over with the seriousness of a doctor.

“No Yuji, I’m good, not bleeding anywhere.” Patting Megumi’s back, you sat up straighter and eventually made your way back on your feet. “But I think I’m good for now on learning how to skateboard.” Brushing the dirt off your clothes, you glared at the crack you had tripped over.

“That’s fair.” Choso nodded, taking his helmet back from you.

“Don’t get hurt again.” Megumi chided, patting the parts of your body he could reach.

“Promise I won’t.” Hooking your pinky with his, you shook your hands together.”

“Hey Megumi, do you want to skateboard with me?” The question from Choso made Megumi immediately turn away from you, forgetting all about his fallen sibling and nodding so hard he almost fell over.

“Yes!” Megumi ran to grab his things, rushing to put his gear back on and meet Choso at a small ramp. You and Yuji trailed behind, choosing another ramp close by to play with. Yuji had gotten more familiar with his bike, only needing help stopping and staying balanced at times.

“(Y/N), do you and Megumi live close to the park?” He asked, doing circles around you.

“Mhmm, we do.”

“We live close too!” Yuji gasped, taking a second to look at you before going back to his task. “We come all the time, you should come too. And bring Megumi.”

“I have a feeling we’ll be coming by a lot.” You snorted, looking up to see Megumi going down a tiny ramp with Choso right beside him. Megumi was utterly enamored with the older man, completely focused on what he was saying and doing.

Hours passed of the four of you playing together in the park. Megumi showed off his ability to go down a ramp without falling many times, and he and Yuji raced on their respective wheels from one end of the park to the other. You also ate lunch together, Choso chatting you up when he could and ignoring the tingle of nervousness at the back of his mind.

“Ice cream!” As the sun began to set and the clouds were dyed a pastel orange, the shout from another kid alerted Yuji and Megumi, and the distinctive melody of the ice cream man flowed through the air.

“Choso!”

“(Y/N)!” Both boys gasped, looking between you with wide, hopeful eyes.

“I’ll buy.” Choso already had his wallet out and was getting up from the spot in the grass you’d chosen to take up residence in.

“Are you su-”

“Yay!” Jumping up as well, Yuji and Megumi ran to get in line for ice cream.

“Be back in a sec.” Choso didn’t give you the chance to argue about who would pay, already walking over to join them. In just a few minutes time, they were back with big smiles on their faces.

“Look, we got the same one!” Yuji announced to you, holding up the spongebob ice cream he and Megumi both got. “It’s got gum for eyes.”

“Here, we got you one too.” Choso handed you a frozen treat, munching on his own. “Megumi said you liked ice cream sandwiches.”

“You didn’t have to.” Taking a bite, a delightful shiver went up your spine as the treat came in contact with your teeth.

“I wanted to.” He shrugged, eating his ice cream quickly and crumpling up the wrapper. Choso was itching to skate a bit, try some new tricks and potentially show off to you, and now was a good time: there weren’t as many people left at the skatepark, most tired out from a full day and going home.

“I’m gonna skate around a bit.” He announced after gathering up the courage. Picking his board up, Choso made a point to put his helmet on. He wanted to set a good example for Yuji and Megumi and cracking his skull open on the concrete wasn’t the way to achieve that.

“You guys have to watch! Choso is really good at skateboarding!” Yuji was the best wingman Choso could ask for and he didn’t even have to tell him to do anything. Moving closer to the bowl, as you sat down on a bench, both Yuji and Megumi cuddled into your sides.

Choso started off slow, cruising and going over smooth inclines. He’d done many dangerous stunts before in front of a lot of different people, but having you here was making him a bit timid and as he did a kickflip he could only hope you found it exciting.

He refused to look at you as he did a few tricks, grinding down a handrail and popping his board up. A few times he fell or stumbled off and an embarrassed blush overtook his face, contrary to how he would normally brush off any mistakes he made.

“Choso go down there!” Yuji shouted, pointing at the large bowl encompassing the middle of the park.

“Okay!” He yelled back, riding over to it and dropping in with no hesitation. There wasn’t anyone else in with him, so he had full range to do whatever he wanted. Going as fast as he could, his shirt clung to his body from the force of the wind passing by.

“Woah!” Megumi shouted, lurching forward to see Choso carving across a curve and popping up, flipping his board in the air a few times before landing back down and skating away. “(Y/N) did you see that?!”

“I did.” As impressed as you were by the trick, Megumi was ten times that. Every single move, Megumi was inch further and further off the bench until he was right at the edge of the bowl and bouncing up and down in excitement.

“C’mere.” Hopping out, Choso lifted Megumi under his armpits and put him on the board. Setting his feet around Megumi, Choso dropped back in, holding the boy around his waist as they pumped up and over curves. Megumi let out happy squeals as they rode up ramps and along the railing of the bowl.

After both Yuji and Megumi had a chance to ride in the bowl with Choso, they were properly exhausted. Flopping onto you once more, they were almost too tired to watch Choso finish his run.

When it was time to leave, Choso was pleasantly surprised to learn that you lived in the same direction as him, getting the chance to walk you home.

“So uh, what’d you think?” He asked as you headed out of the park, Yuji half asleep in his arms. “Of my skating.”

“It was really cool.” You flashed him a smile, your own little brother walking slowly next to you. “And I know Megumi loved it too.”

“Awesome.” Letting out a quick sigh of relief, Choso rushed out his next words. “I should give you my number so our brothers can hang out again.”

“Totally! Yuji was saying earlier that he wanted me to bring Megumi back to the park.” Choso would seriously have to thank Yuji later. He quickly got your number, already trying to cook up a reason to text you that wasn’t related to his brother.

“You live here?” Coming upon your house, Choso’s brows rose. “We live just down the street, at the end of the block.” It makes sense now why there were moving vans here just a few weeks ago.

“Guess that makes us neighbors, huh?” Ruffling Megumi’s hair, you gestured to Choso. “Say goodbye, baby.”

“Bye Choso, bye Yuji.” Megumi waved, already shuffling toward the front door. Yuji barely waved back, snuggling closer into Choso’s shoulder.

“I’ll text you later, okay? Maybe we can get frozen yogurt or something?” You said, beginning to slide your feet across the pavement after Megumi. Choso was probably just projecting his own emotions but he could have sworn you looked a little nervous asking.

“That’d be awesome.” A light blush dusted his cheeks and he nodded like a fool. “I’m free whenever.”

“See you later.” Giving one last final wave, you closed the door behind you, leaving Choso on the sidewalk. Turning abruptly, he walked down to his house, keeping his head down to avoid anyone seeing the large, uninhibited smile on his cheeks. He was really happy he went to the park today.

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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Small Actions (Create Big Ripples) CC!Plat!Ranboo x GN!Reader

I've been thinking lately about this little drabble and it makes me a bit upset? Like.. I'm in this position high key but theres nothing I can do about it...

(R/R/n) stands for Ranboo's real name. Also if you're really tall.... No you're not. Shhhh. For plot purposes

You stayed away from social media as much as possible. Now, don't get me wrong, you used to love watching Youtubers play their games and happily interact with their fans.. But growing up, you never seemed to have enough money to donate when they streamed, or go to events where they were.

You had always wanted to tell them how much they've helped you through life, or shaped your personality.. Or saved you. But... They get told that every day by over hundreds of people.. So there would be no real sentiment behind it..

You'd probably just get a simple, "Aw. Happy I could help." Before turning back to their game without blinking twice.

So, you just watched silently. It hurt, you know? Wanting to thank them, or send them something to show your appreciation.. But you never seemed to be able to send it, with the thought that 'it won't really matter to them after five minutes.. You'll just be brushed over. It's pointless.'

Eventually it hurt too much to keep watching the content creators that raised you, so you just stopped and went on with your life.

It was hard, but at least you didn't have to deal with the fact that you would never be able to thank the people you watched for making your life that much better.

As time went on, while you still heard about the creators, it was just... less. Now people were non stop blabbering about these people from something called the DreamSMP?

Your sister was obsessed with it to say the least, and you always heard her mumbling about strange people like Technoblade? Or Sapnap? And apparently some people had children with inanimate objects?! Like a Samsung Fridge and a salmon?! Yeah you didn't even bother trying to understand what she was rambling about most of the times. It just spun your head in circles.

"Okay, I gotta take my mutt to the vet," Your sister and closest friend, (S/n), tilted her head towards the backseat to her dog as you sat in the passenger seat. "You think you'll be good to do the shopping for two or so hours? I'll call when I'm finished, and plus I know how you can get distracted with looking at some things."

"Yeah, I think I'll be good." You nodded slightly, going over the list in your hand of things to get for your classes, food and just some clothing for the changing seasons.

(S/n) pulled into the parking lot and looked you over briefly, "You forgot your mask didn't you?" She watched as your hands flew up to your face to feel for the fabric, but you didn't find it so you fished through the pockets of your sweater before smiling nervously at the driver. "Uuugggggggghhhh. Of course. Okay, I got a new one from the merch store that you can use, but do not damage it! I spent a whole $30 on it!"

Scoffing as you rolled your eyes, you snagged the half white and half black mask away from her, "You and your merch. Honestly, (S/n), your obsession scares me. But anyway, thanks. I won't get it damaged, I swear." You pulled the mask onto your face after giving her a smile and walked into the store as she drove off.

Sighing slightly, you walked in, sanitized your hands, and set off on your journey to find the things you needed. Surprisingly, today seemed to be a good day as you miraculously pulled the card that didn't have the busted wheel!

Humming a soft tune to yourself, you paced up and down aisles in search of (S/n)'s favourite coffee. Pausing for a moment as you scanned the shelves, you finally spotted it and made a noise of anger as you realized it was on the very top shelf. "Oh, I hate it here..." You mumbled, a phrase you had picked up from your sister who was really big on trends like that.

Grumbling to yourself, you stood on the tips of your toes, jumped up and down, even climbed the shelves a small bit, but it just seemed to brush by your fingertips every time. Apparently it had been long enough to the point where someone had wandered into the aisle as well.

"Hey... Uh.. Nice mask? You need help?" A male voice asked very hesitantly making your head turn towards him. He was t a l l and literally could tower over you if you got close enough. He had fluffy dirty blonde hair possibly? It looked a little damp so you couldn't really tell. Rain had been in the weather report, but guess it couldn't hold off long enough. Oddly enough, he was wearing dark sunglasses and the exact same mask as you?

'Maybe he's a fan of one of (S/n)'s fandoms?' You stepped back with a sheepish smile and a blush. "Oh! Yes please! Uhm.. Also, could you tell me about what these masks represent? This is my sister's... And I kinda want to make sure I'm not looking like I'm part of some gang or something."

The tall boy reached up for the coffee before pausing midway through and looking at you in surprise. "You don't know who... Oh, it's just from a Twitch Streamer.." He murmured rather softly as he got the coffee down for you.

With a cheerful "Thank you!" You placed the container in the cart. "Oh? Yeah that makes sense. My sister loves that kind of stuff. Are they... A good person?"

"I-I'd like to think so." He nodded quickly. "Are you not.. Like, a fan of content creators? Like.. Uh.. Dream or (P/F/C)?" (Past favourite creator)

"Well... I mean I used to really like (p/f/c) when I was younger. But it kind of... Saddened me, you know?"

He looked at you again and tilted his head a bit, "Saddened you? Did they do something bad?"

"No no! It's just... I try to avoid joining fandoms, even if they make me really happy while in them despite the toxicity. I really enjoy the people who create content, and I like watching them have fun... It's just.." Were you really gonna spill some personal stuff to some stranger who showed you the slightest bit of kindness? Not originally. But he kept watching you, patiently waiting for you to continue the sentence. "They'll... Never know.. How much they saved me."

"Oh.. I see. Yeah.. I've had that happen a lot. When, I watch this guy's streams," He pulled at his mask for a moment, "People always donate money and tell him how much they appreciate him for getting them through rocky times.. It's heartwarming to say the least but he does sound genuinely thankful."

"Oh that's sweet.. What does he do? Or what's he like?" You asked with a smile, although he couldn't see it, as you crouched down to get something from the sheleves. "Unless you have places to be of course!"

He looked a little surprised at first, "Ah... I got time. It's just.. Kinda nice being able to talk to people again after quarantine..." He trailed off briefly before taking something off the shelf as well and putting it in his basket, "Uh.. The streamer is a popular minecraft player. He recently hit a record during a stream and everyone lost their minds. He's a little painfully awkward at some points but he enjoys playing the games and interacting with his chat."

"Oh he sounds nice! I would definitely want to friends with someone like him!" You chuckled softly before frowning and glancing away. "Oh.. Popular.. So I'd be another comment in the flood of a chat.. Damn. I got a little excited. Oh! My bad, I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you!" You laughed softly in an attempt to brush off the sad atmosphere you made.

"(R/r/n). But everyone just calls me Ranboo. Nice to meet you too." He sounded as if he was smiling but there was a soft sadness in his tone. "Do you not like popular streamers then?"

"No, it's just... that I had always wanted to tell them how much they've helped me through life, or shaped my personality.. Or saved me.. But... They get told that every day by over hundreds of people.. So there would be no real sentiment behind it.. I suppose it just left me feeling a bit hopeless and like a broken record of every other fan of theirs. So, I just watched silently. It hurt, you know? Wanting to thank them, or send them something to show appreciation.. But I never seemed to be able to send it, with the thought that 'it won't really matter to them after five minutes.. You'll just be brushed over. It's pointless.'.."

Ranboo seemed slightly more upset and he shifted his basket into his other hand, "I don't think it's like that at all.. I believe that streamers and creators truly cherish anyone who even interacts with their videos, and even though they know there's some people in the world who can't say anything or buy their merchandise, the creators still know that they're there. They appreciate everyone who comes along their path, whether they support them by giving them money, criticism or their attention!"

You blinked at how... Passionate your new friend was about this topic before smiling softly. "I guess... It never passed my mind.. Thank you Ranboo.. Hey, you wanna be friends and get to know each other more?"

His expression was unreadable due to the fabric covering his mouth and nose, and the glasses covering his eyes. "Oh! Sure!" He sounded quite happy, so you were guessing that you weren't being too awkward. "Here's my number, as long as you promise to never give it to anyone. Even if someone wants to get to know me, okay?"

You took out your phone and looked at him with a strange expression, but quickly nodded. 'Maybe he is just really strict about his privacy.' Once he gave you the number, you sent a quick text to him to give him your contact in return. "Great! It was wonderful meeting you, I hope we can hang out more often! After.. covid of course."

Eagerly nodding, Ranboo finished writing your contact into his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. "Oh yeah definitely! I'll see you soon, (Y/n)!"

Parting your separate ways, you looked down at the newly added contact, 🤍Ranboo🖤 (Platonic hearts), with a smile.

Maybe small actions weren't as useless as you thought...

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hiii i am absolutely obsessed with ur drabbles could u please do nalu #4 and #39 pls🥺

“Walk out that door and we’re through” + “Please come home, I miss you”

This was tough cause the questions could trigger a story similar to this one I also did for these prompt asks round. But I think I can make it different enough, albeit angst hell 😅 here we go! It’s a little rushed but longer then I expected for a ficlet lol

“Lucy,” Natsu knocked at the office door, “it’s time to go.”

“Where?” She answered without looking up.

“Levy’s birthday party.”

“Oh!” Lucy sat up in her desk chair and turned her body to face her husband. “Right! I forgot. Um, shucks, but I’m on a writing high right now and I can’t stop— tell her I’ll make it up to her, will ya?”

She always says that… Natsu sighed, “yeah, sure…”

Levy Redfox was Lucy’s childhood best friend and while the woman was also his friend, it just didn’t sit well with Natsu that she’d choose writing over the woman. But this had been an ongoing issue lately... Don’t get him wrong, he fully supported his wife’s career as an author, especially now that it’s really starting to take off. The issue was it had consumed her at the expense of everyone around her.

He knocked on their friends door, answered by Levy herself.

“Natsu!” Levy hugged the man excitedly, but when she noticed he was alone, frowned a tad. “Again, huh?”

“I’m sorry, Levy,” Natsu’s shoulders slumped. “Lucy’s in a,” he made quotation marks in the air, “‘writing high,’ and said she’ll make it up to you.”

“Well, I’m glad you came,” the woman smiled despite the sadness hiding behind her eyes.

All of their closest friends were in attendance and spent the evening talking, eating, and playing a few fun birthday games. It distracted him to some extent, but as the night wore down and the other guests had all left, Natsu, his best friend Gray Fullbuster, Levy, and her husband Gajeel sat around in the living room talking about the elephant in the room. Lucy.

“I’ve tried talking to her,” Levy said quietly, “but, I try not to make it sound too harsh.”

“Maybe that’s exactly what you need to do babe,” Gajeel chimed in. “Be blunt.”

“Yeah, I’m like you,” Natsu agreed with Levy. “It’s not easy to bring it up cause she’s oblivious about it.”

“But it’s hurting your marriage man!” Gray looked at Natsu. “And your friendship,” he switched to Levy. “I’m with Gajeel. If you aren’t honest with her, it’s not gonna get better.”

“Think I don’t know that?!” Natsu spat back. “Think I enjoy being the only one in that house in pain?! I don’t, but—” his voice cracked, “I’m worried I’ll push her away if I say something.”

“She’s already pushing you away dude. Do you still love her?”

“Of course, I do,” Natsu sighed. “I love her more than anything, but apparently it’s not enough… we haven’t even… you know, I can’t remember the last time.”

“Wow… Then you really gotta tell her. All of it,” Gray coaxed.

Levy who’d sat quietly through the back and forth, chimed in quietly. “Gray’s right. You should tell her, when you go home, just tell her how you’re feeling. And whatever happens, happens. We can just hope for the best.”

“You know you’ll be the first to hear from her if I do,” Natsu pointed out.

“I know. But… it’s time I come clean too.”

Natsu slumped back onto the couch and let out a depressed exhale. “And you,” he looked to Gray. “You know if it goes wrong I’ll be showing up at your door.”

“My couch has your name on it.”

“Gee, thanks.”

That had to be the longest drive home Natsu had ever taken, even though it was really just 10 minutes. He was a physical person by nature and never been very good at expressing his feelings in words. Words were his wife’s domain. There were a lot of things he wanted to say, but his biggest fear was saying things wrong. With his hand on the doorknob, Natsu took one last breath and opened the door to her office. He knew before entering, Lucy was still working by the clacks of the keyboard and interrupting would immediately cause friction. But he couldn’t wait anymore.

“I’m home,” Natsu called out… with no response. He sighed and spoke more sternly. “Lucy. I’m home.”

“Oh, welcome home,” she finally responded. “How was the party?”

He knew it was an empty question, because she never even looked up or stopped typing and it meant she wasn’t really listening. “Lucy… we need to talk.”

“I’m kinda busy Natsu.”

“I know, but you’re always busy Lucy. That’s part of the problem.” The moment the last word came out, Natsu knew instantly he’d picked the wrong one. Crap.

Lucy stopped typing, turned off the screen and shut the laptop. “Problem?” She turned the chair around with her eyes narrowed in a focused glare. “What do you mean, problem?”

“Lucy,” he ran a hand down his face, “I don’t want to fight, but we need to talk— there’s a lot we need to talk about.”

“Like what?” She crossed her arms. “What is so important that you need to mess with my job?”

There it was.

“I’m not trying to do that,” he sighed. “You know how proud I am of your career. But, it feels as if you’re choosing your career over everything else in your life. Me, your friends, we’re all just being pushed aside—”

“Are you kidding me?!” Lucy shot out of her chair shaking in anger. “I am not doing any of that! I’m not pushing anyone away! Y-You’re the one who’s acting selfish trying to tell me I’m not giving you enough attention! And don’t you bring Levy into this! If this was bothering her she’d tell me!”

“It does bother her! But she’s afraid of getting,” he gestured with his hands up and down at Lucy, “this reaction! Is it selfish to want to spend some time with my own wife?!” Natsu growled. “We never spend time together anymore! You’re just always hunched over that damn computer!”

“I’m doing my job!” Lucy shrieked. “I have deadlines to meet! This story ain’t gonna write itself! Research ain’t gonna materialize on its own! It’s a lot of work!”

“Lucy,” Natsu pinched his brows together, trying hard to stop from snapping further as well as to control the tears building in his eyes. “I love you, more than anything in this world, but I don’t know what happened to the woman I’d married. The old Lucy wouldn’t abandon her loved ones like this.”

“You’re just mad because I’m successful now.”

“That’s bullshit! And you know it! No job is worth losing the people you care about, and if you can’t understand that, then, I don’t know what else to say!”

“Then I guess there isn’t anything more to say,” she spat back.

“I guess not.” Natsu answered softly, turned and left the room.

He’d already assumed confronting Lucy about her precious career would not end well, and he was right. Staying would only cause more trouble. So, he quietly packed a suitcase to go to Gray’s house, making sure to bring anything he’d need because he had no idea how long he’d stay there. He’d said his peace; it really was all in Lucy’s hands now.

Back in her office, Lucy dropped back down into her chair as the full weight of what just transpired hit her like a ton of bricks. She cradled her face in her hands as the anger that had fueled her response suddenly mixed with sadness. Tears flowed free. Did that really just happen?! She could hear Natsu moving around in the bedroom, the opening of drawers, the closet, the zipping sound of the suitcase, each and every step driving a knife deeper and deeper. How dare he tell her to stop writing! This was her dream! Her livelihood! Why couldn’t he just support her instead of acting like a child who wasn’t getting attention!

When she heard Natsu walking towards the front door area, Lucy raced out of the room to confront him one last time.

“Walk out that door and we’re through!” She screamed. “Do you hear me? We’re through!”

Natsu ignored her words knowing it was the anger talking… hoping it was just the emotions fueling her rage. “I’ll be at Gray’s,” he simply responded with a hint of sadness in his tone. “You should really think long and hard about this Lucy, because if not, you’ll lose a lot more than you realize.” And with that, he closed the front door behind him.

Lucy crumpled to the ground and wailed— raged, banging the floor with her fists as the sobbing overtook her. She truly could not understand what brought this on. Hadn’t she been a good wife?! Faithful! Hard working! What more did he want?! All she was doing was trying to make it in the cut-throat world of publishing. Does he not understand how hard it is to make it in that world?! She pulled her phone from her pocket and started to dial Levy’s phone number. But just as she got to the last two numbers, she stopped. It was already 1 am, and it would be rude to wake her friend up. Lucy sniffled and hung her head in shame before dragging herself back towards the bedroom. She’ll just call in the morning.

When Levy answered the phone, Lucy was slightly taken aback by the response. Not a hello, just a, ‘I wondered when you’d call.’ Evidently the woman was expecting it, but she was too tired to let it add to her problems. She hadn’t slept much after Natsu left— no surprise. She was still angry, but also confused, sad, and just mentally drained of life. Her friend agreed to come over in a bit, so Lucy dragged herself into the shower hoping it would make her feel better.

“Wow, you don’t look good,” Levy remarked at her friend.

“Hi to you too,” Lucy mumbled as she moved to the side to let her friend in. “Who would after a fight?”

Once settled on the couch, Levy went straight to the point before Lucy could even begin. “I already know what this is about. I know Natsu’s side, so start with yours.”

“Wow— okay, well—” Lucy pulled her legs up and tucked them underneath her body in a protective mode. “He tried to tell me to stop writing and I thought that was bullshit,” she said bluntly.

Levy’s brow raised. “Is that exactly what he said? To stop writing?”

“W-Well no, but that what he implied!”

“What did he say exactly?”

Lucy looked away, a scowl growing on her face and to hide the renewed moisture in her eyes. “He said I’m pushing everyone away.”

“And you don’t agree?”

“No! I’m not choosing my career over everyone! It’s ridiculous to even imply that I would!”

“Lu, do you still love your husband?”

“Of course, I love him!”

“Are you sure he knows you still love him?”

“I—” Lucy crossed her arms over her chest and sunk further into the couch mumbling. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t.”

“I can tell you, he doesn’t. Lu, you’ve pushed all of us away.”

“So, you’re taking his side?!”

“No. I’m giving you reality. You’ve been wrapped up in your fictional world so much that you’ve forgotten this one and the real people in it.”

“I—” Lucy turned away to hide the tears slowly starting to trickle down her face. “I never meant to…”

“I know…” Levy placed a hand on her friends leg. “Lu, we all know. He knows, but he’s hurting and it’s in your power to fix this.”

“But how?! I can’t just stop writing. I have deadlines and— you know, its a lot of work to put a story together.”

“You have to find a balance. Right?” Levy coaxed. “You have to take breaks. You have to relax sometimes. Natsu’s not asking you to stop, and he knows there will be times you really can’t stop. But it can’t be all the time, and right now it’s all the time.”

“I know…”

“Girl when was the last time you…” Levy wiggled her brows and grinned. “You know.”

Lucy blushed. “Too long.”

“Well?!” Levy laughed. “Are you finally getting our point?”

“Yeah,” Lucy sighed. “I got tunneled vision.”

Levy leaned in, adding pressured from the hand on Lucy’s leg and a softening in her voice. “And it put your marriage in jeopardy. But it’s not too late to fix it.”

The tears exploded from Lucy. “I told him… when he left, I-I told him don’t come back.” She buried her face in her hands as the sobbing took control. “I-I was screaming at him… so angry, I just lost it and—”

Levy pulled Lucy into a hug. “Shhh,” she held tight. “I’m sure he knew you didn’t mean it. Shh, it’s okay. Sometimes we say things we don’t mean when we’re mad. But you can still get him back, I’m certain of it.”

“H-how?!” Lucy sobbed into Levy’s shoulder. “He’s gotta be so mad at me!”

“Hun, Natsu’s more sad then mad. He needs to feel like you still love him.” Levy pulled away and cupped Lucy’s cheeks, staring, searching the woman’s eyes. “Can you tell him you love him?”

“I can tell him I love him,” Lucy sniffled.

“Then go tell him that!” She hugged her friend. “You’ll be okay Lu, you two are meant to last.”

“Thanks, Levy.”

“He’s at Gray’s right? Want me to drive you?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Levy smiled. “Now clean up a bit, I’ll wait in the car.”

The whole ride over to Gray’s house was the most nerve wracking experience in Lucy’s life. As she sat there huddled in Levy’s passenger seat, all the ways she could ever apologize tried to funnel through her head. She was a writer, and yet for the first time in a long time, all the words dried up or mashed together like a broken verse. Levy did her best to keep Lucy calm, reminding her that it’s all about being honest— just let your heart do the talking for once and not her head.

“You got this,” Levy patted Lucy’s shoulder before she exited the vehicle.

Lucy sure hoped she did. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Seconds ticked by and with each chime, all the weight and worry crept closer to sending her over. He was mad. Too mad. He probably won’t answer…

Finally someone did. “You came?” Natsu’s voice was soft and low, his eyes still bloodshot and worn.

“I came,” Lucy hung her head in shame. “I’m sorry— F-For everything, Natsu please come home, I miss you. I love you more than my job, and I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“You always say that Lucy…”

Ouch. Straight through her heart. The tears broke free again as her knees weakened, causing her to fall against him. Natsu caught her, and she clung to him, gripped to his shirt. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please come home! I love you! Natsu please come home! I can change! I promise I’ll change!”

That’s when she felt his hold truly tighten around her body and his head come to rest against her own. Lucy sobbed harder from the acceptance, pouring her heart in her words. “I love you… I love you so much, I’m so sorry….”

Natsu cradled her head and closed his eyes, voice soft with an upbeat to its tone. “Now there’s the woman I married.”

He held Lucy tightly until her sobbing slowed, eventually pulling away just enough to wipe the tear trails away. “Shall we go home now?”

Lucy nodded. “Please….”

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