#she's got a better chance of carrying him

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stuck stethoscopes

zaynemc where you attend a medical conference with him and get free "kegel massagers" from a ladyhood seminar which then gets stuck in you during dinner with zayne.

pairings: zayne/unnamed afab [mc/you]

tags: shameless smut, eventual smut bcs it took freaking forever to get his schlong out of his pants..., stuck vibrators, CAR SEX CAR SEX CAR SEX, p and v sex, DRY HUMPING, RAW SEX, ORAL (male receiving), v fingering!!! CAR SEX, ICEPLAY

word count: 9.6k (whew i got carried away)

a/n: holy moly...you'd think i was a zayne main the way i wrote almost 10k words for him...fourth part to the stuck vibrator series !!! PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT IM BEGGING YOU, if u dont like it pls just block me bcs im sensitive...jk kinda.

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CROSS POSTED TO AO3

The building that the medical conference was being held at was massive, to say the least. It was no wonder to you as to why so many Hunters were deployed to attend. Each medical team from each city had their own group of accompanying Hunters. You were lucky to be able to attend with Zayne. As the two of you tiptoed the line between lovers and friends, you were just glad to have had the chance to spend more time with him. It was hard enough with your schedules missing each other almost every time. Although you had planned on attending some of the presentations other medical experts were having, you were most excited for Zayne’s. You even bribed one of your coworkers to swap duties with you in exchange for taking care of their paperwork for two weeks. 

You thought you’d be able to attend the other seminars with Zayne, but since he was Linkon’s surgeon of the year, it was hard to get him alone. As you roamed around the convention center during your free time, you found Tara looking at a pamphlet, standing in line. When she saw you, she waved and pointed to the pamphlet that had a cartoonish vulva on the front page. “Lady parts!” She yelled, motioning for you to join her. 

“Hey you! I didn’t think we had a break together! Lucky me! You’re coming with me here, you’re not busy right?” Tara asked as she pulled you in by your wrist to stand beside her in line. “I want to be more in tune with my pearl as I am my spiritual self,” she placed a hand over her heart proudly. “Join me?”

You rolled your eyes at her before snatching the pamphlet from her hands to look through it. “Duh, what are we learning…” You flipped through the paper and noticed multiple words like ‘sexual health’ and ‘healthy discharge’ along with ‘better sex life.’ You couldn’t help but have your interest piqued. Although your sex life was practically non-existent, even when you were moved out of your childhood home, living alone, with free time to spend; you just wanted to learn more for when the special man finally came into your life. 

“Hopefully how to grow a pair so you can ask Dr. Zayne out yourself!” Tara squeaked at you before bursting into a small fit of laughter. 

You instantly hit her with the pamphlet on the shoulder, looking around for any familiar faces. And then your eyes landed on a familiar set of eyes. 

“Hi, Miss Hunter!” Yvonne giggled. You recognized her face when she turned around, you just didn’t recognize her when her back was faced towards you. Normally her hair was up in a bun under the nurse’s hat, but now she was dressed casually, her hair flowing freely. “Your friend is right, I don’t think Dr. Zayne is brave enough to do so himself just yet. There’s honestly a bet among the nurses and other staff!”

You buried your face in your hands, feeling hot. You then peeked through your fingers to eye both Tara and Yvonne. “Is it that obvious…?” You asked, groaning. It was embarrassing to say the least, that everyone was calling it except for the two actual people involved. 

“Please, I’ve had to be the one to bring you into the hospital when you passed out exhausted in the protofield! The way Zayne’s stoicism literally crumbles when he sees you!” Tara playfully slapped your arm multiple times to exaggerate her point. 

Yvonne intently nodded, you thought her head was going to snap off. “Yes! And, when you get discharged without being able to say ‘bye’ to him, he’s in a sour mood for the rest of the day. Believe me, it’s not that fun working when he’s like that…so if you could actually refrain from doing so…” She sheepishly asked, rubbing her neck. “Not that it was your fault! It would be cool to avoid it though!” She waved her hands at you to avoid any misunderstanding.

You let out a sigh. “I get it…it’s just been so hard! Please trust me guys! I would have done it ages ago! I think he would have too. The moment that I think we’re finally gonna kiss…” The two of them stared at you, excitedly, waiting for your continuation. “Work suddenly calls. It’s terrible!” You groaned into your hands again. “Do I quit?”

“Ugh, for a man? No! You are not leaving me!” Tara grumpily responded before suddenly entering deep thought. “I mean…Dr. Zayne is kind of a catch though. I wouldn’t be too mad.” She shook herself out of her thoughts. “But no! Look, honestly, the two busy schedules work out! It makes reunion sex a lot better.” Tara said matter-of-factly. “And, he would be a lot more understanding of your schedule because he has his schedule to attend to too. A lot better than any ol’ Joe on the street.”

“And! If you’re worried about never seeing him, Dr. Zayne has been taking a lot more days off ever since the two of you became close! I had never seen his office lights turned off until you came into the picture.” She flashed two thumbs up at you, praising you for seemingly doing the impossible.

You put your hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Thanks for the slight confidence boost, I’m just kind of drowning in embarrassment, right now.” The two of them looked like they were about to say more, but the room was finally ready for everyone to take a seat and the line started moving. You thanked the deities watching out for you for the bell that practically rang. 

The seminar was longer than you expected, but the time went by so quickly since you were so immersed in the topics. Although you thought you were in tune with your body already, there were a lot of eye opening topics that made you more aware of how to take care of yourself more properly day-to-day. And as expected, the sex and self-love topics were the most helpful to you. Each section had freebies being passed around as a jump start to care for each topic, such as condoms, dental dams, period cups, and the most interesting ones were the kegel massagers. It looked more like a vibrator to you, but you weren’t the medical expert. They said that the pelvic flooring usually weakens with age and that it’s a good thing to exercise it every now and then. 

You looked at the box intently, reading the benefits of kegel training since you never even thought about it before. The speaker said that everyone should think more about their kegels and not just those in postpartum recovery. “It’ll even help in improving your sex life. A stronger kegel means better sex!” They said, making you cock your head. Your past experiences were rather disappointing, but you were sure it was just because you were new to it and in college, and most definitely with the wrong people. And when you were alone, it always took a while for you to make yourself finish, yet you just blamed it on having the sex organ that was harder to work with in general. You took in as much as you could hoping it would help you help yourself easier, and hopefully make your future bedroom adventures more successful, as well.

Once the seminar was over, the three of you split ways since Tara had a shift to take and Yvonne had to meet up with other Akso members. You ended up wandering around the convention aimlessly. You were looking down at the schedule of the medical seminars just to find something else to pique your interest until you bumped into what felt like a sturdy yet cushiony wall. And then hands gently held your shoulders.

“Miss Hunter, you should watch where you’re going.” A deep voice said, startling you.

You looked up to find Zayne, his usual stoic face was interrupted with a small smile playing on his lips. “Dr. Zayne.” You mocked the formalities he started. “Sorry, I was just a bit lost as to what to do, right now. I thought we would spend more time together, but I should have expected Linkon’s top surgeon to be extremely busy, right now.” You playfully jutted your bottom lip out into a pout. 

“You’re in luck. Linkon’s top surgeon earned a break since there was a scheduling mishap with the seminar rooms and it cut one of my meetings short. Have you had lunch yet?” He had finally dropped his hands from your shoulders and instead played with his cuff links, golden stethoscopes. It was a present from you for his birthday, and it made you smile from ear to ear whenever you saw him wear them. He must have noticed your gaze at his wrists and he reached out to poke at one of your cheeks. “I should thank you, again. Many people have complimented me on these.” He held up his wrist, examining the metal piece. 

“Oh really? Did you give me credit?” You beamed at him, cocking your head with immense curiosity, wondering how he talked about you to others.

“Yes. I said…a close person to me had gifted them. I even mentioned how you were Linkon’s most prized Hunter this year.” He coughed awkwardly as he turned away from you with a slight pink twinge.

You hoped you didn’t mirror his reaction, but you were sure you turned a shade as well. ‘Close person’ didn’t just mean friend. It was one of those days you were glad that humans weren’t born with tails since you knew it would have given away how giddy you felt at the title. Instead you nodded an approval. “I’m flattered, Zayne.” You moved your hair from your ears and flashed your earrings at him. After you gave him the cuff links, he thought it would be funny to give you a similar present. Gold earrings that were shaped like handguns, something related to your field of work. “I say somewhat the same thing about you.” 

His hand reached up to the side of your face which made you widen your eyes slightly from surprise, causing him to hesitate slightly. And then he let out a soft chuckle, continuing his movements as he tucked your hair behind your ear more neatly. “I’m glad. They look good on you. It’s as if we are matching.” He dropped his hand and then it was his turn to cock his head at you. “So, lunch?”

“Lunch.” You nodded.

-

The two of you had a few moments of peace and catching up before he was already whisked away by other medical professionals itching to pick at his brain. Zayne tried to tell them that he would be available in an hour, but you convinced him that you would be fine finishing alone. Although you want to be selfish and keep him to yourself for a little while longer, you expected that you had more time later on. And perhaps the medical field would benefit by getting his brain examined. 

Your phone buzzed as you finished up your last bite, and you pulled it out to see a text from him.

Zayne: I would much prefer it if you were more possessive of my time. It’s a lot better spending it with you than these strangers. 

As you read the message from him, it made a blush spread across your face. Despite being a soft-spoken man, the words he would tell you at times made you feel like a high school girl with a crush again. You were at a loss for words, typing and deleting a response over and over again. You ended up just settling for one of the Happy Snowman emojis that you forced him to download with you since it reminded you of him. 

You: [Happy Snowman: See Ya Later]

It was only a few seconds later before he responded, and you instantly looked to see his response.

Zayne: [Happy Snowman: Ok]

Zayne: I hope you’ll let me stay with you instead of throwing me to the wolves next time.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips. Your head whipped to look around you since you suddenly felt self-conscious laughing at your phone. It suddenly came to mind how far you came along in your relationship with Zayne.

From childhood friends that drifted apart when he moved, to an awkward patient-doctor relationship, to friends, and then at that moment, something bordering on friends and something more. As much as you wanted to fast forward to the good parts, the tiptoeing and stolen glances were also fun for you. You wouldn’t mind something more, though. You were just willing to wait however long for the busy doctor as the busy Hunter that you were.

The reminiscing and crushing didn’t last long since you suddenly had to cover for your other coworker Simone who begged you to take it so she could attend a technology advancement seminar. She hoped she could pick up a thing or two that she could use for her own weapon building, and since you benefitted from her achievements, who were you to stop her? Your work as a Hunter at the conference consisted of watching over large gatherings of the Linkon medical staff at seminars and lectures. As you scanned the room, you hoped to see a familiar face but was met with disappointment. You were sure the next hour would be one of the slowest, yet. Although many of the showings were interesting, a lot of the private ones were mainly dealing with specific medical mumbo-jumbo that only those who spent their whole life studying would be able to retain. 

You kept a close eye on metaflux levels and suspicious behaviors from the back of the room, near the exits. The room was large which was a little overwhelming, but luckily you had three other Hunters keeping watch, just none that you knew since they were deployed from neighboring cities. 

As you looked down at your watch to check the time and energy levels, a warm breath hit your ear. “Miss Hunter.”

You managed to contain your gasp of surprise since you were in ‘work mode,’ but you couldn’t help the warmth on your face from spreading. “Dr. Zayne.” You said just above a whisper.

“I thought you were free for the rest of the day, I was hoping to catch you a bit before I have another meeting to attend.” He stood next to you, facing the front while he spoke. His fingers fidgered with his cuff links again. “It’s a shame, I’m assuming you’re off after this, but I’ll be busy again.”

“We’ll get more chances later…how about dinner?” You faced the front, as well. Afraid that you’d melt if you saw the slightly disappointed look on his face. 

“Perhaps. What room are you staying in?” His voice was low, making you feel warm in places it probably shouldn’t have considering he was just talking normally.

“905.” You answered before softly laughing.

“What’s funny…?” He asked.

“I just realized my room number is your birthday, Dr. Zayne. It must be some sign.” You broke eye contact from the front to smile up at him, finding that he was already looking down at you. Your eyes instantly locked and you saw a twitch in the corner of his lip.

“It must be. I’ll see you later then.” He looked down, a soft laugh escaping him. It was like a breath of fresh air everytime he allowed himself to crack in front of you. Yet some part of you wished that no one else was looking. You wanted to keep that side of Zayne to yourself. And maybe the kids at the hospital, but you drew the line there.

“Later.” You smiled at him, watching him exit the room swiftly. 

-

You got back to your room earlier than you thought. You changed out of your uniform and hopped into the shower. The hot water soothed your aching muscles from being on your feet most the evening, and you stayed under it until the water started getting cooler. 

Thankfully, you packed nice clothes. It would have been a lie if you said you weren’t always ready for the next step of your relationship with Zayne. Even on a business trip, you packed cute underwear and a flirty dress. He texted you  earlier the name of the restaurant that he found but said he’d update you on the time he’d pick you up exactly. It looked a bit too fancy for your taste, but once you had scrolled down to the desserts section of the menu, you understood his true intentions. Or one of them, at least.

The dress you had was a simple black dress that had a plunging draped neckline and with a slit going up your thigh. You wore a chunky beige cardigan on top just in case it was too formal or showy. You wanted to be bolder, considering he’s only seen you in comfortable or work clothes.You took a look at the mirror for your own approval before removing the cardigan again since it was still warm in your room.  The time was 6:45pm and you were sure that Zayne was still busy, so you sat yourself on the bed to look at the things you got from the earlier seminar. 

While walking around booths in the open area, you managed to snag a lot of items. Yet you were scouring for one thing. The kegel massager from the seminar you attended with Yvonne and Tara. The packaging looked expensive and had a lot of fancy terminology, you were surprised it was being handed out for free. Then again, the entire convention was being held by large hospitals, so you were sure it was well-funded. You opened up the massager to find a black rubber egg looking toy that fit in your palm. You twirled it around, to find small grooves and a button on the egg, but it also came with a remote. To you, it awfully looked like a sex toy, but considering that you’ve seen similar ones being sold at a very pricey tag, you assumed there was some sort of difference. You read the back of the box, explaining how it could train your kegels by you holding it inside for a certain amount of time, and the massage function was to stimulate the walls. It highlighted bladder improvements and sexual satisfaction improvements. You were itching to try it.

A buzz came from your phone that was beside you.

Zayne: Thirty minutes and then I’ll pick you up at your door.

You: [Happy Snowman: Ok]

Thirty minutes. The massager said about ten minutes, so you assumed you were in the clear. The box had small packets of lubricant which you put around the rubber egg. You removed your underwear to prevent it from getting any lube on it, and then laid down to relax yourself and put yourself at a better angle. You pressed the button on the egg until a light turned on, and then slowly you brought it down to your opening. The lubricant helped, but it was still a stretch that you weren’t too accustomed to anymore so you winced slightly. As you found the perfect angle that allowed you to fully push it in, you sighed, relieved. You tugged at the small rubber loop that was hanging out of you, just to check that you could get it out, and once you were satisfied, you got back up on your feet. It was odd, walking with it inside, but you managed. You felt it slip inside you further as you walked back into the bathroom to wash the lubricant off your fingers. 

Just as you were about to walk back to the bed to grab the remote, there was a knock at your door. You froze in panic. “Wh-who is it?” You called out, grasping the doorway of the bathroom.

“It’s me.” Zayne’s voice, muffled yet unmistakable, answered. 

Your brows knitted together as you tried to wonder why when he had just texted. “Oh! Hold on!” You reached down to pull the massager out of you, but as you tugged at the loop, it stretched. “What the fuck…?” You cursed under your breath,  trying again. You were too tense from the surprise, and you couldn’t calm your clenched hold around the egg because you tensed even more from being unable to get it out. 

A few minutes passed and then you heard him on the other side of the door, “Is everything alright?” 

A string of curses left you, hushed. “Yeah, give me a second, sorry!” A couple more tries, but you felt like the loop was going to rip off if you kept tugging. Exasperated, you gave up. You lifted your legs like you were stretching and paced around the bathroom to see if it would be so bad to keep it inside. Once you deemed that you could walk, sit, and squat normally, you washed your hands again and got to the door, opening it to find Zayne. He was already dressed out of his earlier clothes and was now dressed in a black outfit. It seemed to have been his go-to for when you two were going out alone. The black button up was something you shopped with him for, but sometimes you regretted it, since you wanted to see him wear other things. “My bad, I was in the bathroom…I thought you said thirty minutes?” You asked him, trying to discreetly adjust yourself.

“Thirty minutes ago.” He undid the buttons on his cuffs to roll up his sleeves, one arm at a time. And you couldn’t help but glance at how his forearm flexed underneath the newly tight and folded fabric. Despite being scarred, (he kept saying it was just because he washed and scrubbed at it too much and never elaborated) it was one of his hottest features. Strong, sturdy, thick. His hand reached out to your forehead, placing the back of his hand against it before moving to your cheeks. Your face already felt warm, and his cool hands contrasted against it even more, sending a small shiver up you. “Are you feeling sick?”

You shook your head, grabbing his wrist to lower it gently away from your face. Your hold on him lingered as you explained, “I just got the text a few minutes ago…”

“N- Oh. Is that why you responded so late?” He took his hand back to retrieve his phone from his back pocket, scrolling for a moment before flipping the screen towards you. “It must have been the reception. It didn’t send until I was outside of the basement. I was sure I was connected to the internet…” He shoved the phone back into his pocket. He looked at you fully, as if he was just noticing. His eyes roamed up and down, making you blush. “You look beautiful…” He cleared his throat, and you swore you could see his ears turn pink. “Are you ready? I set our reservation earlier and we have about twenty minutes.”

You remembered you had no underwear on and said, “Let me just use the restroom, real quick.”

“I thought you just came from there.” He responded, his memory perfect as usual. 

You internally cursed yourself. “Oh, haha. Brain fog, I meant grab my stuff. Hold on.” You hesitantly left the door open and turned to grab your bag, leaving all the freebies out, but you managed to throw your underwear and the remote to the massager into your bag, just in case. You just wished you could slip into your underwear again in the bathroom at the restaurant. You grabbed your cardigan and slipped it on and then put your heels on. 

“Your hotel key?” Zayne said from behind you and you turned to see him motioning towards your night stand.

He was studying your moves intently, you hoped that your body covered any evidence of what you were looking through. “Right, thanks.” You snagged the key and then put it into a pocket in your bag. The two of you zipped away from your room and into the elevator. “Are we grabbing a taxi? I can pay, since you are gracefully treating me to dinner tonight.”

Zayne shook his head, “I drove here. It was a lot more convenient than taking the train since I had a lot of material. I was going to offer to take you, but I had to leave earlier than you. You’re welcome to join me on the trip back to Linkon, though.” 

“Are you sure? I could talk your ear off in the three hour drive back.” You grinned at him. 

“I told you, I much prefer your presence. It’ll keep me company and it'll keep me awake.” He nodded at you. 

The two of you talked about the rest of his day as you tried your best to ignore the object inside of you. You would take the wrong step at times and feel it more than if you walked a different way, but it seemed to be manageable. You finally made it to his car to which he held the door open for you.

“Shall we?” He asked.

-

The restaurant was pretty fancy, but it wasn’t too overwhelming either. Despite preferring booths, the host had sat you near the middle of the room. Zayne had attempted to get a different arrangement, but you touched his arm to stop him. You knew he was just doing it on your behalf. You sat your bag on the floor, near your foot as you sat down. You felt the egg move inside of you, but besides that, it was fine.

The two of you looked through the menu in the car so you already knew what to get, yet he chimed in before you and ordered everything himself. You huffed at him, adjusting yourself on your seat again. “Sometimes, the man ordering for the woman isn’t seen as very cute.”

“And sometimes, the server should know better than to look at you the way that he did.” He replied almost instantly, scrolling through his phone. “Sorry, there’s still so much to do until the end of the week. I just need to answer Greyson so I can put this away.”

“Don’t worry! We have the rest of the night, anyways!” You reassured him, taking a sip of your water. As he looked through his phone, you wondered what he meant by the server. Despite just having seen the guy, you were too busy focusing on yourself being still in commando and having an object inside of you and also being with the man you’re clearly infatuated with. You looked down and saw that maybe your plunging neckline had something to do with it, but you felt like you looked too good to really care. And if it sparked a crumb of jealousy from Zayne, it was a win-win situation for you. You shimmied off your large cardigan which earned a glance from Zayne.

He cleared his throat and sipped on his own water. “You don’t think it’s too cold in here?” 

You shook your head, suppressing a larger smile. “I quite like the cold.”

Just a hum of acknowledgement came from Zayne before he tapped away on his phone for just a few more minutes and then his attention was on you during dinner. And the rest of the meal went by without a hitch, for the most part. It was always comforting to be with Zayne. He cracked jokes that others always found to be corny, but you found endearing and genuinely laughable. As you took your last spoonful of dessert, someone walked past your table and accidentally kicked your bag with a quick apology. 

It would have been completely fine if the kick to your bag didn’t make the object in you start vibrating. You reacted with a jolt which received a reaction from Zayne.

“Sorry, excuse me.” You got up and grabbed your bag from the floor, suppressing a whimper, and looked for the restroom. The buzzing felt too strong to just be a “massager” for kegel training. You pushed into a stall, remembering to lay a toilet cover down before sitting down. You looked through your bag to look for the remote and when you found it, you instantly hit the button. Nothing. “You’re kidding me…” You said under your breath, attempting to slap the remote against your palm into working again. You then threw it back into your bag, hooking it onto the door and then sitting back down. You spread your legs open slightly and attempted to pull it out again. 

You managed to pull it out further, but once it reached near the entrance, the vibrations ripped through you even stronger. It felt pleasurable, but since you weren’t exactly planning on it, it made you slightly panic. Breathing heavily, you tried pulling it out. Yet, as you suppressed the moan, a small orgasm rolled through you and in turn, it sucked the egg back in with the tightening of your walls. “Mother…fucker…” You breathed under your breath.

You stood back up, and grabbed your things, upset. You washed your hands angrily, praying to all deities that the upset feeling can help you ignore the vibrations in you. With trembling legs, you walked to the sink to wash the slick off your hands, embarrassed. A defeated walk back to the table, you tried keeping your breathing steady. 

“You’re not doing good…” Zayne said, examining your face. His brows were furrowed and his glasses were back on his face, as if he just clocked back in as your doctor. The table was already cleared and he was taking his card from the book. He stood up and was instantly at your side. “Is it your stomach? Maybe we should check on your tolerance to lactose next appointment, although it shouldn’t be running through you this fast.”

You tried dodging his arm around your waist, but someone walked in front of you, making it impossible. You suspected that if he held you, he’d feel the buzzing. “Y-yeah…my stomach. Maybe it was something I ate earlier…” You answered as steady as possible, walking back to his car.

Zayne grabbed the cardigan in your hands that you were holding tightly onto and wrapped it around your shoulders. “You’re shivering.” 

A sigh of relief left you, thinking that he just dubbed it as you being cold. You entered the car, and the buzzing felt louder. Was it the leather seats? Was it sitting down and the egg being pushed up further into you? Was it the bloodrush that was caused by sitting down in Zayne’s car after being touched by him and surrounded by the smell of him that was making it more noticeable? Pervert. You cursed at yourself.

The moment he started the car, you were glad his engine wasn’t silent. It masked the engine that was roaring inside of you. He picked up your wrist, his two fingers at your pulse. After a few seconds his hand went up to your forehead, your cheek, and then under your jaw. Your breathing picked up at each touch, your walls tightened around the egg and it moved slightly.

“You’re flushed, your pulse is up, your behavior is odd. I can’t seem to think of what’s causing this…” His hand gripped at the wheel, tightly. You wondered if he was frustrated at not knowing. 

“P-probably just really tired…” You muttered out, the hand that wasn’t visible to him was clutching at your seat.

The rest of the car ride was quiet. He pulled into the underground lot of the hotel, parking at a different spot despite the one he was at earlier was still vacant. Instead he parked at the far corner. When he turned the engine off, he instantly unbuckled his seatbelt and faced his body towards you. “I’ve been a doctor for many years, before I became a cardiologist, I had to run the pit of the hospital and came across multiple different types of cases. If I’m not mistaken, you have something you’re hiding.”

You brought your hands to your lap, your fingers picking at each other. “N-nothing.” You wanted to tell him and grab his hand, beg him to take it out of you. But what would that mean for your relationship? If you ask him as your doctor, your sexual and emotional needs are completely out the window. If you ask him as the guy in front of you now, you risk a lot of things, if not more.

“I didn’t think you’d be so stubborn. If nothing’s wrong, may I? If it’s truly nothing, you wouldn’t mind if I pressed against your stomach, right?” Zayne took some hand sanitizer from his cup holder and rubbed his hands before he reached over to you. His hand hovered over your belly button, and you don’t know why you kept pushing him.

“Go ahead, there’s no-” And then his fingers pressed downwards under your belly button. He knew. A soft moan escaped you before you could even stop it, your hand slapping up to your mouth. The pressure moved the egg slightly, pressing it up against a sweet spot. The vibrations that you became accustomed to felt stronger against it, and you knew you were close. “F-fine! Something’s- ahh…wrong. Are you helping me as my doctor or…?” You asked expectantly. 

“As someone who cares for you, is that a good enough answer?” He pressed down again, the push lingering. 

A small whimper left you, and you looked at his face expecting concern, instead you swore you saw a small smirk in the dim lights. “Z-Zayne…”

“If my multiple human anatomy classes have served me correctly, I don’t believe women’s wombs vibrated. Or have there been new discoveries?” His eyes flickered up to you, a darker green, glowing with schemes. 

“I-I went to a seminar earlier…kegel…massagers.” You let out a shaky breath as you grabbed onto his wrist to lift it from you. “I put it inside me when I thought you were going to take a while. And then I couldn’t take it out.” Your walls tensed again and you ended up holding onto Zayne’s fingers. “It turned on after dinner…the remote won’t work and I can’t take it out. I thought it was just going to be something…else, but this just feels like a sex toy with a fancy name.” Your eyebrows furrowed from confusion. 

Zayne let out a small chuckle, making you glare at him. “What’s your sudden interest in your kegels…?”

“They said sexual improvement…” You confessed.

“You’re not sexually active.” He instantly butted in.

“N-no…I was hoping I would be…” You cleared your throat looking away, redder than ever. “Besides…that…can you please help me?” You looked back at him with hopeful and desperate eyes, you clung onto his arm, pulling his hand closer to your heat. “Please?”

“You overestimate my self control…” He hissed through gritted teeth, you felt him flex his forearm under your touch.

“I thought doctors have steady hands and an immense amount of control.” You moved your fingers up his arm, desperate need coursed through you.

His face inched towards yours, “Not when their patient is the girl they’ve been in love with for years…tell me to stop and I will.” He rested his forehead against yours while his other hand snaked behind you, holding onto your waist for dear life. His other hand pushed through your grasp as his fingers went underneath your dress. His fingertips touched your bare core and he pulled back as if he was burned, hissing. “Y-you weren’t wearing anything underneath the entire time you were in front of me?” His face  backed up slightly, looking down at you with astonishment and his eyes screamed hunger. 

“Mainly on accident…but I’ll take credit if you lik-” You were in the middle of defending yourself when all of a sudden his hand came up from your waist to the back of your head, pushing you into him for a kiss. Your hands moved to his neck as you felt his cool fingers back at your folds. His neck felt colder than it should’ve been. Your fingers ran along the sides of it to feel a clear contrast of his normal skin to his now frosted skin. You wanted to worry, but you felt him tug at the loop of the object inside of you. His thumb moved from the back of your head to the side of your face and inched its way into your mouth, forcing your lips to part and the moment it did, his tongue slipped through. A gasp left your chest, making it easier for him to deepen the kiss, and his thumb moved out of the way. The kiss was breathtaking in both the literal and emotional sense. It felt as if he swallowed every moan, whimper, and breath out of you as he kissed you.

He pulled back slightly, “You’re making me lose every ounce of control that I’ve built up around you…” He tugged at the loop again. “You have to calm down for me if you want this out.” He nipped at your lips with soft pecks as he breathed heavily, swapping breaths with you. “Breathe…for me…” 

You took a deep breath and then exhaled. A few times, shakily considering his thumb kept grazing against your clit. “Z-Zayne.” You whimpered.

“I got you…I just can’t promise you’ll stay empty for long after this is out.” His eyes flickered back to yours.

“I don’t mind…” You bit your lower lip, suppressing another moan as you felt the toy slowly come out, reaching the entrance, vibrating immensely. “Ngh…it feels so…” You tightened back up from the feeling, making the toy go back inside. “S-sorry…” You muttered.

Another sharp intake of breath came from Zayne, and he started tugging at it again. It was almost like he was playing tug-of-war with the stupid toy inside of you. Which you would have laughed at if the motions of it going in and out of you wasn’t turning your brain into mashed beans. “Not only are you stubborn, but she’s stubborn too…” He muttered under his breath.

“D-don’t say stupid things, Z-Zayne…Fuck…If you keep doing that…” And right on clockwork, as he tugged at it, this thumb grazed against your clit and everuything unfurled. The toy must’ve been at the right area when the orgasm hit you because your walls tightened against it, making it easier to slip out into Zayne’s possession. Your head fell forward onto his shoulder as he rubbed your back with his free hand. “F-fuck…I didn’t mean to…” You said, muffled in his shoulder, breathing in the smell of him to ground you. Despite being away from the hospital, he still smelled like hints of rubbing alcohol, but now there was a note of a masculine musky jasmine atop. You tried to drown out the buzzing of the massager until you heard the click of the button and it was quiet in the car, minus your heavy breathing and surprisingly his. You lifted your head to look at him, your hands curled against his chest like a cat. “Zay-” 

His hand moved from your back to your face again, freezing cold. And he pulled you into another kiss. Searing hot at the lips, but his hold on you felt extremely cool. The difference in temperature made you squirm more, awakening something inside of you. You wanted to feel his icy touch in other places desperately. He pulled away just enough to be able to talk, his lips still brushing against yours. “I’m wondering if this was really accidental or if you were planning on pulling a stunt on me like this for a while…” He brushed the hair on your forehead back, looking intently into your eyes. “You’re impatient…Miss Hunter…”He mumbles before kissing you again, a deeper, slower kiss. He changed the angles he was kissing you in as he spoke to you in between kisses with a playfully upset tone. “I planned a vacation…wanted to…make it a romantic thing…like the movies you made me watch…” 

Your hand roamed down his chest to his pants, atop his prominent bulge. A soft rub earned a guttural grunt from him into your mouth.

“Has my staff been running their mouths again to you? You’ve been a lot bolder since spending time with them during this trip.” His fingers tangled into your hair, a cool sensation spreading from the tips of his fingers. His other hand moved up and down your thigh, still slick with you. “Forgive me…I don’t think I’ll be able to wait for that vacation…”

“I want this just as bad as you do…just do something about it and stop asking for forgiveness…” Impatience took over you and you pushed him back slightly, climbing over the middle console to straddle him. You made sure that your ass didn’t press onto the steering wheel and leaned downwards to push the seat further back, all while you maintained eye contact with him. “I should show my thanks to you for helping me out, right? I don’t think this is covered by the association’s insurance since I’m off the clock.” You fully sat down on his lap, feeling the heated bulge against your own heat. “Mmph…I might have to pay extra for your dry cleaning…” His hands dug into your hips, the cool fingertips penetrating through thin fabric.

“Should our first time…really be in a car?” He grunted as you rolled your hips onto his clothed erection. His hands on your hips seemed to have been trying to stop you, but his own hips bucked up into you, completely destroying the purpose. 

You pushed your own dress up your legs to rest on your hips, exposing yourself just a bit more to him. “I don’t think I’ll survive the elevator ride up to either of our rooms. Can you?” You straightened your back, pushing more weight down onto him, looking down at him with glassy eyes. “This right here…” You pointed down at his cock, “...would be a dead giveaway. What if we run into your coworkers?” You leaned down again, pressing your chest up against his. “I want to keep these expressions you’re showing me just to myself…is that okay, Doctor Zayne?” You whined into his ear, giving the lobe a soft kitten lick, as you rolled your hips down onto his again. 

“Climb to the back.” He practically growled, pushing you away from him. His eyes were dark, and he was chasing his breath. The frost was nearing his jaw, and you could see it climb his arms too. It’s happened before, but something selfish inside of you grew more excited.

You wasted no time to get to the back, huffing as you climbed over the console again and hopping into the seat. You turned around to sit, watching him watch you through the rear view mirror. He pushed his seat back up and then swiftly exited the car. You saw an object fly through the door which you assumed was him tossing his glasses into the passenger seat. The closing of his driver’s seat door was nothing close to gentle, and neither was him opening the door to the back either. You turned yourself towards him, grinning from ear to ear and dripping onto the leather seats.

When he shut the door, he was instantly on you. His lips crushed onto yours and he slotted himself in between your legs. The wide seats and tinted windows made you think that this was the best car to have for just that moment. You fell backwards and you were expecting a rougher fall, but you instead landed on a plush pillow.You pulled back to look behind you, confused. “I take naps here sometimes, the hospital lights are too rough. Even in my office.” He explained before diving his tongue back into yours. He was too good at kissing, you wondered about his experience. Despite him not being your first either, a delusional amount of jealousy bubbling inside of you made you push him down closer to you.

Your hands caressed his neck, as if you were making an attempt to melt the frosted skin. Your fingers tugged at his hair as you opened your mouth to invite him in even further. He adjusted himself so he was fully glued to your core, his bulge still begging to be let out. The friction of his damp pants made you moan into his mouth. And then his kisses moved south,peppering down your jaw and placing wet kisses on your neck. Sucking on the soft and sensitive skin as he continued to roll his hips onto you. “I want you so bad, Zayne. I was going to be so patient for you, but fuck…I’m starting to wish I jumped you sooner. You feel so good for me- ngh…” You stretched your neck out to the side for easier access. “Touch me…more please.”

His hands moved from your waist. One hand roamed down to your thigh, folding it upwards, making the angle of which he was grinding his clothed cock into you even rougher. The skin on your thigh pricked at the coldness of his hands, ice feeling as if it was spreading on your leg. And it felt so good to you, you threw your head back moaning. “Waiting has been driving me crazy, too. And I know you’ve been teasing me…showing up in those outfits…I know your intentions.” He growled into your neck. “Fuck…”

Him cursing did something insane to you, the coil in your lower stomach growing tighter and tighter.

“I could cum just like this. You sound so good, I can feel you making a mess over my pants, shit.” He hissed in between kisses, continuing to grind into you. His movements turned sloppier and sloppier, and you knew.

The coil was hotter and tighter, you were about to come undone. “M-me too- angh…Zayne!” You gripped onto his shoulders. The cold was becoming more and more prominent on your bare thigh and clothed hip. Coupled with the heat from his cock and the heat pooling in your lower stomach. It was a cocktail that put you over the edge.

Zayne grinded into you harder and faster, “Just like that…fuck. Say my name.”

His name came out of you like a mantra or a prayer as you came under him. You felt liquid gush out of you and soak into his pants, dripping down your ass, onto the leather seats. He grinded into your core frantically before he slowed down, a sign that came in his pants. The skin on your thigh felt bitten with cold, and it almost made you cum again with just the thought of Zayne losing control again. You grabbed him by the face and pulled him into a kiss as he kept riding out the shared orgasm. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated and you even heard him whimper into your mouth. 

Zayne pushed himself up, looking down at you, as if to admire the view. “So fucking pretty.” He muttered. Then he glanced at the thigh he was gripping on, and you saw fear flash through his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing. “Shit…why didn’t you tell me?” He pulled his hand back before attempting to rub it with the back of it, trying to warm it up. “Did I hurt you? Fuck…” He mumbled.

A bubble of frustration came out of you as you saw him start building a wall between the two of you again. You brought your thigh down and pushed yourself up to your knees, still twitching and heaving from your orgasm. “It’s fine, Zayne. I LIKED it. I would tell you if you hurt me…” You declared. “I trust you…do you trust me?” You asked him, placing your hand on his thigh as the other grabbed his face to look at you. His eyes exhibited a sort of sadness and fear despite his face being flushed and red. “We’re just getting started, are you going to tap out on me because of a little frost? I quite like your coolness.” You kissed him on the cheek, and then on the corner of his lips. “Do you trust me?” You asked again.

He nodded slowly, his eyes still tilted downward like a sad cat. “I’m so-”

Before he could apologize, you kissed him, climbing on top of him. His hands were still by his sides, as if he was still afraid to touch you. So while your lips were locked, you grabbed one hand, shoving it underneath your dress to touch your breast. His hands were still cold, his thumb felt like an ice cube against your already erect nipple. You could help the whimper coming out of your mouth. Your pussy grinded against his thigh, twitching as it felt the cold. “Fuck, I promise…this feels so good. I want every inch of you…” You muttered against his lips before kissing him again. 

Your words must have spurred him on, his other hand holding you by the hips to keep you grinding on this thigh. And then his other hand palmed at your breast, squeezing your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. It made you arch your back and nearly cry. 

After a few moments, you found the strength to pull away from him, moving down from his leg. You moved back just enough so when you bent over, your face was hovering over his cock. You looked up at him, “You made a mess earlier, I can clean you up, right?”

“Quitting halfway isn’t something I do, anyways.” He smirked down at you. “Show me how much you want me.” He leaned against the door and unbuttoned more of his shirt, exposing his chest and you swore you drooled. 

You looked down at his crotch, damp with you and him. With shaky hands, you tried to unzip his pants, but the zipper was too small and you were too excited. A soft chuckle came from him as his cool hands covered yours, helping you with his zipper. Precision of a surgeon. You pulled his pants down just a bit, and then palmed him through his boxers while looking up at him. 

His fingers ran through your hair as he admired you. “You’re beautiful.” He muttered.

Blushing, you looked back down at his cock. Your fingers slipping underneath his boxers to pull over him. The tip got stuck as you tried to uncover him, making you giggle. You reached over to grab him by the shaft, his dick still hard, hot, and messy with his cum. He winced above you, his hips softly jerking at your touch. You got up slightly to pull his pants and boxers off completely with his help and then you bent over again to hold him. He was huge. Thick and long, both your hands stacked on top of each other couldn’t even cover the length. Your eyes were wide as you looked at it, your eyes flickering up at his face to see his reaction. A playful smile was on his lips, like he knew this was going to be your reaction, making your tummy do a flip. As you held onto him, you moved closer, pushing your tongue out of your mouth to lick at his tip. 

He hissed, threading his fingers through your hair again. “Think you can take it? You always open so wide for me at your check-ups. Always imagined what you’d do here.”

“Who’s impatient now?” You smirked up at him, letting one of your hands fall to his thigh while the other held his dick steady. You licked a fat stripe from the base to the tip, earning another groan from him, his fingers tightening in your hair. It would’ve hurt more if it wasn’t for the cooling sensation of his evol. He tasted salty, but something in your brain found something sweet about him too. You couldn’t tell if it was pure desire tricking your tastebuds, or if he really just tasted that way. You licked him up and down, cleaning up any sign of cum from his cock and swallowing it with hunger. Once you deemed it spotless, you angled the tip towards you and took it fully into your mouth while looking up at him. You curled your lips over your teeth and sank down, relaxing your jaw as you took him further down your throat. 

“Fuck, I knew you’d be good at this…” He groaned, maintaining eye contact until his tip hit the back of your throat and he threw his head back against the glass with a concerning thump. You saw the frost grow further up his neck, nearly touching his jaw. He looked back down at you with furrowed brows and desperate eyes. 

You couldn’t take all of his length, so you pumped the remainder with your hand as you went up and down on his cock. Loud lewd sounds with slight gagging filled the car. You had no time to be embarrassed as the sounds leaving Zayne made you quiver. Your free hand reached down to cup his balls as your mouth worked on most of his cock. His hands started helping with your movements, pulling you off and then pushing you deeper down. And then one last pull, he fully took you off his cock with a whimper from both of you.

“I want to cum inside you instead…will you let me?” Zayne asked, pushing himself atop of you again, towering over you. He was breathing heavily and his eyes looked desperately down at you. “You’re still taking your birth control? It’s not 100% but I’ll take care of any after-day medications if you need…”

“Just shut up and fuck me…please. God, please I want it inside too.” You looped your hands around his neck and pulled him down to a kiss. His ice cold fingers grazed against your clit, making you moan loudly into his mouth. 

You’ve tried rubbing an ice cube on your clit before after reading about it online, it didn’t feel like much back then. Now you don’t know if you could ever get enough of the sensation. 

His fingers entered you, two to scissor in and out of you, prepping you for his cock. “Fuck you’re tight…did they tell you at the seminar that kegel training makes your muscles down here stronger…?”

You nodded, biting back your moans. 

“We should’ve done an experiment…before and after…” He said kissing your neck as he continued to drill his fingers into you. “But I don’t know how I’d feel about you using toys after this…I’m a jealous person after all.” He mumbled against your neck. “Fuck you’re so wet and tight…you don’t even need it.” His movements sounded loud and lewd, making you blush hard. “Think you can take me, now?”

“Please, please, please.” You begged, gripping onto his shoulders. 

Zayne sat up onto his knees as he lined himself up to your entrance. His eyes flashed at you and he adjusted the pillow underneath your head so that the top of your head was cushioned against the car door. He then slipped off his shirt in one swift motion. Frost was covering random parts of his body, around his neck, under his chest, his forearms. One hand held himself steady as the other sat on your thigh again, and then he pushed the tip in. “Oh ffuuck…” He stretched out the curse, hissing through his teeth. He let go of his cock and touched the skin under your belly button, pressing down as he pushed into you.

“Ngh…fuck, Zayne. You’re so big…” You moaned, your hand met with the one on your stomach, curling your fingers around his. “So…good, I want more.” You wanted to move your hips into him, to take him further in, but the hold he had on you kept you still.

The next few minutes were agonizing as he took his time to fully bottom out into you. He took it inch-by-inch and pushed each inch or so in and out of you to stretch you out further. When his balls hit your butt, he looked like he was already about to pass out from exhaustion, heaving and sweating. Even with a thin sheet of frost covering him, he looked hot, in more than one way. 

“Fuck me. Please.” You muttered, fully taut with excitement.

“As you wish…” He muttered through his teeth. He pulled back and then slammed against you with a loud slap. A loud moan came out of him and you. And then he did it, again and again. He held onto your breast like the lead around a horse as he continued to fuck into you. Your nipple was rolled against his ice cold thumb, and it made you cum instantly. “Fuck, you feel insane cumming all over my cock…” It spurred him to go even harder, drilling into you. 

“Zayne…” You whined, being fucked into overstimulation. “I’m so sensitive…”

“You can take it, sweetheart…remember…you’re the one who begged for this.” He smirked down at you, his thrusts remained precise and never-ending. “You’re mine now.”

[nieceeee]

"CLOUDED" (2)

P/S: Ony's sister is one of the best cooks he knows so obviously he has to sample every meal. but what happens when he eats something he isn't supposed to? What happens when that one little thing sends him on a spiral he wasn't ready for? And what happens when you, his sister's best friend, shows up at their front door looking like sin and sending him on a downward slope that he never expected. Will all his feelings come crashing down or will they overtake you both?

WC: this one is shorter than the first one so about 1.1k words. It's more build up

Pairing: bestfriendsbrother!onyankopon x reader

A/N: This shit got stuck in my head and wouldn't fucking leave so now I'm making y'all read it. more fluff, aphrodisiacs, afab reader, black reader, MINORS DNI, n words used so be warned. lots of flirting and suggestive behavior. cussing

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

It didn't fucking work. 

If anything it only made the desire for you deepen. His hand did what it could. But it wasn’t wet enough, wasn’t warm enough. It didn’t gush for him. It wouldn’t whimper when he slid his tip inside. It wouldn't give him what he wanted. His self pleasure session only worsened his thoughts, doing nothing to satiate the hunger he felt deep down inside. After another shower, he walks over to his window that looks down into the backyard. 

It seemed so alive. 

Bodies move to the music, white paper plates folding from the weight of food, heavy laughter coating words from elders as stories pass through the air. Folding chairs were filled with family, kids running barefoot as the heat from the grills rise. Unaware of the eyes that watch you from above, you sit in a state of bliss. Red stained lip prints on your cheeks from aunties and sticky hugs from the little ones were a norm when you were here, your home away from home. “Y/N, girl them greens and cornbread been doing you some good baby.” an auntie calls out as you walk pass. You shake your head and try to hide the smile spreading across your face. “Chile, she better not let nephew see her. He gone have a heartattack.” a whispered joke floats to your ears. And it's in that moment that you realize it…

“Ocean, where is Ony?” 

You watch your best friend’s shoulders tense as she tries to hide the shift in her facial features. “Uh…he’s here.” she says with a quick turn back to the food table. Your head tilts at her as it dawns on you, “You’re hiding something from me.” You state. “What you mean?” she says a bit more breathless than she should. “I mean I’ve been your best friend as long as I can remember and I know when you’re lying or keeping a secret because you get to biting on the inside of your lip. So I’m gone as you again, where your brother at and what did yall do?”  Her head snaps to you, “Now why am I in it?!” You give her your famous IKYFL face. “Look, he is here. He just upstairs in his room. He wasn’t feeling up for it I guess.” she mumbles slapping more food on her plate.  Your brows pull together in confusion. “So you mean to tell me. Onyankopon. The king of backyard playlists. The superstar troublemaker. The karaoke king…is skipping a family reunion.” Ocean fumbles out a quick, “Yeah. He just wasn't feeling all that good.” You nod slowly taking a small bite of your food before speaking again. “So am I not your best friend or something? Do I know know you like the back of my hand?” You say to her. “Duh, anybody and they mama knows that.” she says with a roll of her neck. “Exactly. And I know when you and your brother done did something or got into something.” You quip back. Her mouth falls open but there is no rebuttal.

“I’ll be back.” you say to her and before she has a chance to stop you, you slip through the crowd of people and into the house. Never in all the years that you’ve come over has this house been quiet. That's how you knew something was off. Your feet carry you up the stairs and toward his bedroom door. Your heart is racing the closer you get. “I just need to lay eyes on him. Say hey or something.” You mumble, making excuses for yourself. Soft thudding and muffled curses meet you as you raise your hand to knock on the door. One tap. Two taps. And a soft…

“Ony?” 

Halted steps and a slew of cusses seep under the door. You swallow heavy and open your mouth to call his name again but instead you’re met with a breathless. “Yeah?” It sounded so off. Strained like he had to force it from his lungs. “You good?” you ask stepping closer to his door. Another beat of silence. Then steps. “Y-yeah, I'm cool.” You squint in confusion. Okay what the hell is really going on. “Sooooo…” you sing out, “You just decided to skip the family reunion? Since when we start doing that?” Nothing. On the other side of the door, Ony racks his brain for an excuse that would make sense. His eyes trail down his body at his current pressing issue and he stifles a groan of frustration. “Ony, don’t make me come in there.” you say, hand reaching to turn the knob. His eyes widen while on the other side of the door yours narrow. “Please don’t.” he whispers but you hear it as clear as day. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you question. He is as quiet as a mouse. “Onyankopon.” you say sternly. “Yeah?” he hates the way his voice betrayed him. “So you not coming out?” you ask softly. Ony’s heart breaks at the uncertainty of your voice. Come on my nigga, you stronger than this. “Uh. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be out there.” You sigh wanting to push more but you know there is nothing more you can gain from that. “Fine.”

You make your way back outside and find Ocean standing in the same spot. Her eyes widen as she sees you approaching. “You saw him?” she rushes out. “He said he would be out here in a few. Now do either one of yall want to explain what’s going on? Is this a sibling thing y’all can't talk about or something?” you ask her, hand on your hip as you try to maintain your frustration. “Nonono it's not like that it's just…” Her eyes shift from you to behind you, sentence trailing off. You turn to see what took her attention and your mouth damn near drops when you see him. You do everything in your power to not squeeze your thighs together at just the sight of him. Gahdamn. Crisp white tee cutting into his biceps just right, double cuban link chains glistening from the soft rays of sunshine, simple stacked jeans tailored to his body and shoes that look like they came fresh out the box. Clean. Casual. Effortless. His mom claps her hands with glee as she rushes up to him, “There is my handsome son. About time you showed up! Come on out here and join your family.” He offers her one of his million dollar smiles and it warms you up until you think about the fact that…

This nigga aint looked at me all day. 

Why did that irk your nerves? Was it because you knew you wore this dress specifically for him? Or maybe because you took more time than you care to admit trying to find the perfect fragrance just to get one of his teasing compliments. You shake it off. He just came outside. Give him time. It's not like he’s avoiding you or anything, right?...

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[inkie-does-whump]

Dodge Bullets and Fire Spray (My Blood’s Forever on Your Hands) Part 2

A Lab AU Martyn itlw fic

Content warning: puppyfied Ren, mention of previous SA, PG YouTubers swearing (gasp!)

Words: 2300

Aka: Martyn brags of Ren’s escape and is painfully corrected, meanwhile Lizzie learns how to train a dog.

Authors note: YAY! IT GOT DONE! who knew all I needed to actually finish my fic was a case of the 'rona :(

Martyn has lost a lot.

But there is one thing the Watchers can not take from him. Not without prying it from his dead hands at least. Martyn has a chokehold on Hope.

He will never let go of Hope.

Not when he knows he’s on his way out soon. Not when freedom is so close. The sunshine. The taste of the rain. Any day now.

Martyn hadn’t expected his rescue to be immediate. Only inevitable. And as long as it’s inevitable, Martyn cannot lose Hope.And it is inevitable, because Ren is out there.

Ren is out there, sunshine and optimism and preparing to break them out. He’s getting police or the government or literally anyone. He’ll come back for Martyn, he’ll come save him.

He will.

This hope wavers when the Watchers shift them all to a new lab, Last Life, and Ren still hasn’t appeared. Martyn has no fear that Ren has given up on them, but he does worry that with the change in location, Ren will struggle to find them again. They could be miles away from the lab Ren had escaped from. Martyn has no way of knowing where they are, and neither does Ren.

A new lab always means a fresh chance to meet new people. But Martyn finds himself still lurking around his oldest friends, Jimmy and Grian. He’s not ready to make new friends again. All he needs is Ren. And Ren is coming back. He is.

This new lab is too busy for new friends anyways. The Boogeyman curse could be carried by any of the subjects, and Martyn is not eager to be betrayed by anyone. No, it’s better to wait alone. Just get through his rentals and stick with people he knows will never betray him.

He doesn’t notice the concerningly height frequency that one subject is being requested for experiments. She’s one of the few new subjects, and Martyn is trying to ignore her, so it’s reasonable for him to miss how she’s gone every afternoon for an hour like clockwork. Martyn only knows her name from his conversations with Jimmy.

This is his sister, Lizzie, and she’s also Joel’s wife. Martyn tries to smother his bitterness. Joel gets to reunite with his wife. It’s okay. Good for him. Martyn should be happy.

Joel is there with Martyn when they are both called in for a meeting. Meeting? Weird, okay, but Martyn can handle this. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with another insufferable renter.

It's not just Martyn and Joel in the meeting. Etho, Bigb, Tango, Skizz- Oh. This is Dogwarts. They’ve called Dogwarts together. This can’t be good.

There is a chair for each of them, lined up neat almost like a small classroom. Two doors stand at opposite ends, one that they had just come through, and the other leading deeper into the lab, locked.

Etho is the first to take a seat, then Tango and Skizz on their side of him. Martyn and Bigb join them. Joel just scowls and eyes the door.

His sour expression immediately drops when the door opens, and Lizzie steps out. She is clutching a few note cards to her chest, and closes her door behind her too quickly.

Joel steps towards her, “hi babe-“

“Please sit, Joel.” Lizzie mumbles. Joel pauses, confused, before easing backwards into the only remaining chair.

“what’s this about?” he asks tentatively.

Lizzie glances back at the door then down at her notes before letting out a breath, “we need to talk about the escape attempts.”

Etho goes very still. Tango bristles, as though the timid, overwhelmed fairy in front of him would attack.

Martyn, equally, remains very still, very silent.

Lizzie glances at her cards again, “uh, surely you all know this isn’t possible. You’ll just get hurt in the process and we don’t want to see anyone get hurt-“

“you expect us to just accept it?!” Tango asks, “common, we outnumber them. If we all cooperated, who knows what we could do!”

Lizzie shakes her head, opening her mouth to say something but Etho cuts her off, “Tango, the cameras.”

The whole room gets quiet, and Etho nods to the blinking red camera in the corner of the room.

Don’t say anything stupid. Don’t give away anything.

Tango closes his mouth, frowning at the floor.

Lizzie sighs, “boys, please. Joel-“ she sniffles.

Joel runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated, “baby, I love you-“

“It’s not possible.” Lizzie repeats, like she’s begging him, “I can’t watch you get punished for your attempts.”

Martyn scoffs, grinning, “you say it’s impossible. That we should give up. But it’s NOT impossible. It’s been done before.”

“yeah…” Tango says slowly, beginning to light up, “yeah! Ren got out!”

“Exactly! What the fire hazard said. Ren DID get out, proving that escape is possible.” Martyn says, “I bet you anything that he’s out there organizing some way to break us out! We all remember how he talked. Just one! We just need one of us to escape, and then they can go get police!”

Lizzie seems to be withering, shrinking more with each word Martyn says. Joel is frowning at her, concerned, but the others have their eyes on Martyn.

Bigb is nodding, “yeah! Ren would never just leave us. He’s definitely getting the police.”

“so it’s, what? A waiting game?” Tango huffs

Skizz shakes his head, “Dudes, we can’t just wait! You expect us to sit here, Lizzie?!Just let the Watchers moves us around like pawns? That’s bonkers man!”

Lizzie doesn't answer. She’s backed away against the wall, right next to the door she’d entered through, while fumbling at her note cards.

Joel steps between her and the rest of the room, and Martyn can hear him whispering with her, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Martyn turns back to the remainder of Dogwarts, “I think it comes down to this. We know Ren is contacting police and stuff, but should we be doing anything while we wait?”

“This isn’t the time to discuss.” Etho mumbles.

“Yeah man, we gotta break more folks outta here!” Skizz exclaims, as though he hadn’t even heard Etho.

“You can’t.” Lizzie shaking her head, “no one ever made it out! You can’t try, Joel, PLEASE.”

“Ren made it.” Martyn corrects.

Lizzie fumbles for the door, as if that could prove her point. A few of her note cards flutter to the floor.

When the door swings open, Martyn can feel his stomach drop.

Lizzie is immediately tackled to the ground by a creature twice her size, screaming. Martyn considers wrestling the thing off of her, before he realizes that most of her shrieking is laughter.

“StAHHPAH- please that tickles!” she pushes herself upright, “bad dog! Stop it!”

The creature- dog? Martyn thinks it’s a little large for a dog, but he can’t really get a good look with it crouching over Lizzie like that -eases off her, and there is the neat sound of a bell ringing when it moves.

Joel, meanwhile, is frozen is absolute terror, like he has been personally mauled by this dog before. His hands grip at his collar, figures shakily tracing the broken skin from where he’d been muzzled too tight- a measure the Watchers has resorted to when Joel has bitten several people. Martyn doesn’t know why exactly Joel has had this reaction, until he takes a second look at the dog.

As Lizzie stands up again. “sit.” She commands, and the dog does. As she brushes herself off, the dog looks up at her, hair falling out of its eyes.

And Martyn knows those eyes anywhere.

Oh.

No.

Oh no.

“Boys.” Lizzie addresses. She clears her throat, “This is my emotional support dog. For the. The trauma.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” Martyn bursts out, heat rising in his face, “That’s Ren! He’s NOBODY’S emotional support dog.” He doesn’t know if the heat is from rage, or if he’s about to start crying. Maybe both.

Joel bumps against the back wall- apparently he’d been shuffling away. Martyn hadn’t noticed -and shakes his head, mumbling, “The hell? The hell?”

Etho is narrowing his eyes at the dog distrustfully, while Skizz and Tango both seem to still be processing this. Tango’s mouth is hanging open. Bigb has stood up so quickly his chair was knocked over, but hasn’t moved from his place.

But Martyn isn’t paying attention to any of that.

Lizzie has her eyes on Joel, “I thought you would be happier?” she says quietly, “you requested this.”

And all the rage Martyn is processing suddenly has a target. Blazing eyes set on the fairy across the room.

Joel is still pressing himself away from the dog, “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about- I don’t-“

“you told the Watchers,” Lizzie says, confused, slowly approaching him. The dog follows at her heels. “that I needed- comfort. Uh, ‘motional support and stuff, cause of the-“

She cuts her self off, like she can’t bare to utter the words “assault” or “rape” like saying it might make it real. Instead she swallows once.

“I didn’t mean this- frickin- TWISTED! You. Stop your glaring, I DIDN’T. You know this is sick just like I do.” Joel spits, turning his attention to Martyn.

Martyn narrows his eyes, and glances back at the dog.

It looks no different from Ren. Well not really, but it makes Martyn feel less angry if he tells himself that. He feels less like tearing Joel in half. Ren looks totally different. They took away that look in his eyes, the one that was always calculating what to do next. The one that gives Martyn that warm smile.

This isn’t Ren.

Behind the curtain of hair, Martyn can see a distinct scar at the base of the dog’s neck. He folds his hands together to stop them from shaking.

“what happened to him?” Bigb asks.

Lizzie just shrugs, “the Watchers made me train him. He doesn’t bite anymore, don’t worry.”

Joel looks like he’s about to throw up.

Tango kneels in front of the dog, “Ren?” and when it does nothing but lick his hand, Tango turns to Lizzie, “what did you do?! It’s like you- puppyificated him or something? Can he still talk?

“He must be drugged.” Etho says, to no one in particular. “This. Changes things.”

“still talk?” Lizzie echoes, “he could talk? He’s never spoken during our training”

“YES?” Martyn snaps, “are you SO-“ he grumbles to himself, “Yeah! Ren is a subject like you or me. Can frickin. Talk. …Could.”

Lizzie considers the dog for a moment, who was actively being pet by Tango, “I don’t know. I just did what they told me to. I said the stuff on the note cards and gave him treats.”

The dog immediately abandoneds the attention Tango had been giving it and turns both of its big eyes up to Lizzie.

She sighs, “sorry boy, no treat right now.” She says in a voice way too sweet for Martyn to stomach. She treats. It whines pathetically and lays down at her feet like the world has ended. Over a treat.

Martyn has to measure his anger again.

Lizzie continues, “I didn’t know you’ll knew him.”

“Knew him.” Martyn scoffs and rolls his eyes, trying to force down the conflict in his gut, “we more than knew him. Ren was our leader! He gave us hope!”

There is a moment of silence, before Skizz sighs, “pretty pathetic hope, I guess.”

Lizzie picks up her dropped note cards silently. Joel is practically hyperventilating against the wall, still staring at the dog.

Martyn slowly slinks over to where it’s laying, and knees at it’s head.

“Hey Ren.” He tries, even though he just watched Tango try this exact thing. He doesn’t know why but maybe. Maybe it would be different for Martyn to say it. Maybe Martyn is special to Ren.

The dog’s ears prick up at the sound of its name.

“Did you like the sun?” Martyn asks weakly.

The dog barks, and Joel flinches violently in the background. Martyn stares at the creature for a moment, it’s wide brown eyes almost uncomprehending of the question. Almost.

“Hush.” Lizzie scolds, then looks guilty like it was a command she’d given out of habit.

Either way, the dog bends it’s head apologetically.

Martyn resists the urge to glare at her. It had answered his question. They were getting somewhere. Ren was in there, Martyn knew it.

“Did you make it to the police?” Martyn tries, “before they caught you again?”

The dog barks twice, standing up and circling him, and Martyn doesn't know what that means but it’s definitely a response! His previous heat is forgotten, replaced by this renewal of hope. Lizzie looks uncomfortable, but doesn’t reprimanded it again

“Okay Ren, uh, once or yes, twice for no. Okay?” Martyn says.

The dog barks again.

“Good! Good! So were you able to tell the police about the rentals and experiments and stuff? Before the Watchers found you again?”

The dog barks once, and Martyn feels that hope swelling. Then it barks again, and the feeling is quickly cut. When the dog barks a third and fourth time, Martyn us just confused. Surely that meant something. Maybe It's more complicated than just yes or no. Maybe-

Another bark, and Joel snaps, “MARTYN IT CANT UNDERSTAND YOU. IT’S A F*CKING DOG.”

The dog whimpers and ducks between Lizzie’s legs for safety. Martyn looks to Joel, who appears on the verge of tears.

“It can’t understand you.” Joel repeats, “hell, you’re just getting it worked up! You need to stop.”

Martyn slowly slides his gaze back to the dog.

His king, his hope.

Ren.

He pulls his Hope into an embrace, burying his face in the fur and hair. Please. Please.

I will never let you go.

[gemmawritess]

Hello, Clark Kent thoughts...... obsessed with the girl who grew up with Clark. That girl next door who saw him for him and secretly loved him from afar.

a/n:I'm so sorry it took me ages to get this out! I'm also sorry if this isn't what you were imagining but this was the idea I liked most when I planned this out🤍thank you for the request also! wc:697 warnings:lowkey angst and unrequited love

Moving to a new town was daunting to anyone, especially to you when you were 8. Yet when your family introduced yourself to the family next door — the Kents, everything clicked. They had a son a year older than you who was the brightest kid, always smiling at everyone and never fretting to include you within his life. Clark made life easy for you.

Being best friends with him was possibly one of the greatest things in your life. He knew everything about you, and you knew everything about him — from the girl in math he had a crush on to his fear of spiders.

Most girls barely spared him a second glance thanks to him being so openly close with you that everyone thought you were a couple in high school. I mean, is it wrong to think that if you both had your first kiss with each other in eighth grade under the bleachers? Of course, your heart loved Clark with everything, but that day changed your feelings. It stung to stay quiet, but it would sting more to lose your best friend if he didn't feel the same way.

The jealousy also burned within you as Clark told you about Susie, the new girl in town. What makes it even better? She's very clearly doting over Clark — after all, who wouldn't? He gets good grades, and while he's portrayed as just a suck-up senior, he's so much more than that. No one else would see beyond that — apart from you. You knew who he really was and saw him, and he saw you for you, even if you two were vastly different in many ways.

The day your best friend got a job opportunity in Metropolis to be a journalist, it stung because you both had planned to get the job and move in together. Clark was the last applicant accepted. The goodbye was teary for obvious reasons. Susie — his girlfriend — was there alongside you. You didn't know if they'd last, but you knew your friendship would last. But would the love simmering beneath your surface?

Clark came up to you, suitcase in hand, before he left. "Make sure you come visit me, okay? I'll write any chance I get." He pulled you in for a hug, abandoning the bag in his hand. You could barely get the words out as you cried. 13 years you have been inseparable with Clark, tending his wounds when he got into trouble, helping him with whatever trouble he got into from his abilities, and most of all, 13 years of hiding the different type of love you carried for him.

It was empty when he left. Your laughter quieter without Clark’s stupid jokes, your heart beating alone, and your mind wanting someone to properly talk to him.

You eventually got letters from him. They all had one common denominator: Lois Lane, Clark's new coworker, who he had taken a liking to. After a couple of months, him and Susie broke under the tension of long distance. A couple of months more, he broke the news through his letters that he and Lois were together. He told you, "You will love her, she's so much like you!" The messy handwriting from Clark didn't make you smile as it used to. If he loved someone like you, why couldn't he just love you back?

[jb-nonsense]

Fic: Gale carries Tav to another room-

Me: not with 8 strength he isn't

[rawme-price]

Marine biologist!reader and merfolk!141 who absolutely adore you.

sandbar shark!gaz who is much more eager to hold still for check-ups when ur leading the group. he makes rumbling purs everytime you pass a hand over to check his skin for damaged scales. he has a shallow area of his tank that mimics sandy shallows. this ofc means any chance he gets hes dragging u over to the shallows so he can circle u possessively. you always wear a wetsuit anyways, so the only thing hes careful about is not getting ur hair too wet.

he uh, maybe gets a bit aggressive during the warmer months when you have to check his reproductive capabilities. you wear a specially designed arm guard for him to bite and sooth his instincts, and while thats happening you reach below. you need to be quick abt it or else he tries to drag u to his den lol.

pacific white-sided dolphin!soap who does flips and jumps from the water whenever u pass his tank, hoping to impress you. he needs alot of mental stimulation or he gets bored and lathargic, so you tend to see him often just to play games. his favourites are ones where you swim with him, but he has to be extra careful. often forgets his own strength lol. likes to be fed in the free roam tank so he can hunt with his friends, but also enjoys when u hand him food. it makes him feel special that you pick his favourites before he has to do uncomfortable exams.

definitely the most open abt his blatant desire for u. literally chirps and clicks excitedly whenever you walk in with just ur fellow biologist. shes there to make sure soap doesnt get carried away, and if its just you and her that means ur about to let soap get very physical with you. usually mers would be allowed to pair off with other mers, but soap has only shown interest in you, and its better for his health if he gets off regularly.

orca!ghost who was rescued from captivity after losing his pod to poachers. as such, he has alot more scars and requires alot more check-up than others. he can be irritable and downright agressive to some of the biologists, only allowing you to touch him and even that is iffy. he tends towards staying in one the others tanks, so you hes usually around while they get their check-ups. extra protective over his new pod.

he actually doesnt initially make advances on you until he swims into soaps tank while ur letting him get off. you arent all too embarrassed, its just part of the job. ur next check-up, ghost asks if maybe you would let him feel u too, and ur more than happy to comply. hes gentle about it, aware of how much larger he is, and even offers you some of his food afterwars. (you gently remind him that no, you cannot eat raw eel.)

giant pacific octopus!price who is a nuisance to the sanctuary. im serious, if he wants to be somewhere or have something then he will. hes not trapped in the tanks like his men are, and has on multiple occasions escaped to go find the good oysters in storage. hes a bit gruff and definitely grumpy during check-ups. doesnt like strangers touching him or asking him questions. only really obeys because it makes you happy lol.

his tendency to leave his tank also means he is very much aware of the special time you give his men. lowkey jealous and makes it very much known. you are no fool though, and anticipate a full day when you finally get clearance. thank god you did, bc once he got his tenacles on you he did not let go until well into the afternoon feeding time lol.

[nekonaps0]

No kisses!? Pt2

✦part1 part3

✦fem!reader

✦characters: first years

✦how would the boys react to a minor silly argument that leads to their partner refusing to kiss them for days

Ace Trappola

The Argument:

It all started with snacks.

You’d been saving the last of your favorite sweets, those limited-edition chocolate covered strawberries that vanish from the cafeteria in minutes for days. You finally placed one in the fridge with a sticky note that read:

“Mine. Touch it and die ♥”

Guess what Ace did?

He ate it.

Not because he didn’t see the note… he laughed at it, then unwrapped it.

He came sauntering into your room with the empty wrapper and a shameless grin.

“Hey, babe. That strawberries? 10 outta 10.”

Your face dropped. “You ate it?”

“…Y-Yeah?” His smirk faltered. “Wait—was that, like, a big deal?”

You crossed your arms. “It had my name on it.”

“I thought that was a joke!”

“It said die.”

“Okay… but like, in a flirty way?”

“No kisses for a week.”

“WHAT?! Babe, come on, don’t play like that!”

You didn’t play. For three days, Ace got zero kisses. Not on the cheek. Not on the forehead. Not even the usual “hey babe” lip peck between classes.

He was suffering.

Day 1:

He tries to be smooth.

“Okay, okay, I get it, I’m a thief in the night. But it was just a strawberry, not your soul.”

You just raise an eyebrow. “My strawberry was my soul.”

“Ouch,” he says, clutching his chest. “She’s ruthless.”

Still, no kiss.

Day 2:

He tries being dramatic.

He flops dramatically on the lounge couch where you're reading.

“I’m dyin’. Deprived. Parched. Kisses are my life force.”

You glance at him. “Then maybe next time, don’t eat my life force.”

“…She’s still mad.”

Fuck…

Day 3:

He goes full Ace mode: chaos and desperation.

You open your locker to find it stuffed with chocolate covered strawberries. Like… at least twenty. All different flavored chocolate, some of which aren’t even sold on campus. Some are heart shaped. Some have your initials on them. One says:

“I messed up but your lips are my favorite dessert <3”

He's behind you with a sheepish grin, holding a hand made apology coupon that says:

“Redeemable for One Very Sorry Boyfriend Who Will Buy You Snacks Forever.”

You blink. “Ace… where did you get all these?”

“I may or may not have pestered Cater into using his phone to order every chocolate covered strawberries in a 30-mile radius.”

“So you used Cater card…You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m your ridiculous,” he says, stepping closer. “Come on, just one kiss? I promise I won’t touch your snacks again. Swear on Cater card.”

You eye him suspiciously… then finally relent, cupping his cheek.

“…You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Your lips meet in a kiss that’s just a little too long for the hallway, but you don’t care. When you pull away, he grins.

“Guess I found a better flavor after all.”

“Ace.”

“What? I meant your lips—ow! Okay, okay! No more flirting until after snack hour!”

Deuce Spade

The Argument:

It all began with a bet.

Deuce, proud and competitive, was arguing with Ace during lunch over who could carry more books across campus in one trip.

You, being both concerned and amused, said gently,

"Deuce, you know your back’s going to give out trying to show off. Let Ace begin dumb and play macho."

But Deuce took that as a challenge.

He puffed out his chest. “I’m just as strong! I could carry triple that if I wanted!”

Ace, never missing a chance to stir the pot, smirked and said, “Hey, your girl doesn’t think you’ve got what it takes!!”

So Deuce, in a tragically misguided moment of pride, looked you in the eye and blurted:

“She nags me like my mom sometimes, honestly.”

…

The moment the words left his mouth, Deuce froze.

You blinked, wide eyed. “Excuse me?”

“I—! I didn’t mean—!! I just—!”

You held up a hand. “Nope. Don’t even try. No kisses for you. Not until I stop being your mom.”

Deuce turned red immediately. “No! I didn’t mean you’re like my mom—I mean—not that my mom isn’t great—but—”

Too late. You were already walking away, and Deuce was dying inside.

Day 1:

Deuce tries to fix it with logic.

“I didn’t mean ‘nag,’ I meant like, you care! You’re attentive! Loving! Supportive!”

You just sip your drink, unfazed.

“…Like my mom. But in a romantic way?? …Wait. No. That sounds weird. I take that back.”

Day 2:

He gets desperate.

He sends you a note folded. When you open it, it just says:


“You’re not like my mom. I love you. …Please don’t kill me.”

You smile. But still no kiss.

Day 3:

You catch him pacing outside your classroom like he’s preparing for a court trial. When you walk past, he jumps.

“I have a speech!”

“Oh?”

He stands straight and holds a bouquet of flowers, your favorite blooms.

“I, Deuce Spade, solemnly swear never to compare you to a maternal figure again, especially in the context of arguments involving lifting heavy objects. You’re beautiful, independent, clever, and your concern for my safety is the sweetest thing in the world. Please… can I have a kiss now?”

You eye the bouquet, the little bead of sweat on his forehead, the effort he’s clearly put in.

“…You’re lucky I like flowers.”

You tug his tie and press a kiss to his lips, catching him completely off guard. When you pull away, his face is red and dazed.

“W-Wait does that mean the ban is over?!”

“Only if you carry my books now.”

He grins. “Deal.”

Jack Howl

The Argument:

It started during training.

You were sitting on the bleachers, cheering him on while he trained with Deuce. Jack, ever the hard worker, was pushing himself harder than usual, even though he’d already pulled a muscle the day before.

You called out, “Jack, slow down! You’re going to make your injury worse!”

But instead of stopping, he growled back:

“I can handle it. I don’t need you telling me how to train.”

…

Silence.

You slowly lowered the water bottle in your hand. “Oh. Okay then.”

Jack froze, ears twitching. But by the time he turned around, you were already walking away with your head held high.

“No kisses for stubborn wolves,” you muttered.

Day 1:

Jack thought maybe you'd cool off.

You did not.

You gave him your usual warm smile… but when he leaned down for a kiss after walking you to class, you just patted his head like a dog.

His tail drooped.

Day 2:

Jack tried to apologize.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” he muttered after practice. “You were just worried, and I acted like a jerk.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? But you’re a big boy, you know what you doing so it’s better if I keep my mouth shut.”

His ears dropped. “I need you to care. I like that you do. I just… I didn’t want you to think I’m weak.”

You gave him a thoughtful nod… but when he leaned in again… no kiss.

Just a smug little smile from you.

“Then be strong and take your punishment, big boy.”

Day 2 after school:

Jack snapped.

He cornered you by your locker after school, his tail puffed up and wagging with nervous energy.

“I don’t care if you’re still mad… well, I do… but listen,” he said quickly. “I wanna be the one who keeps you safe and you can rely on. I wanna be strong for you and I don’t want you to worry about a thing, specially about me. I want to be the only one you kiss. Not having your affection is is pretty annoying...”

You laughed, arms folded. “Maybe you shouldn’t have acted like a lone wolf then. I care about you because I love you. You don’t have to do everything by yourself, we’re a team.”

He growled lightly, more of a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry...”

Your heart melted. You reached up and tugged his shirt gently.

“You big puppy.”

You kissed him sweetly, and his tail wagged like mad behind him.

When you pulled back, he grinned wide and whispered, “You forgave me?”

“Mhmm. But you’re not allowed to train injured anymore.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Epel Felmier

The Argument:

You were both sitting together under a tree outside NRC after classes, sharing apple slices and talking about the upcoming school event. Epel was getting visibly annoyed about the event’s dress code, especially since Vil was insisting the boys wear tailored suits.

You giggled and said, “You’ll look cute in a suit, though. You always look good. I trust in Vil taste.”

That’s when Epel, clearly embarrassed, blurted: “I ain’t tryin’ to look cute, alright?! I ain’t some doll for you to dress up! Is it really that hard to understand?!”

You blinked at him, your smile dropping just slightly. “Oh. Okay then.”

You stood up, brushing your skirt off. “Just to be clear, I don’t see you as a doll I just tried to compliment you. Then sorry, maybe you don’t need my affection.”

“No—wait—!! I didn’t mean you, I meant—!”

Too late. You were already walking off, apple slice in hand, lips sealed literally from that moment on.

Day 1:

Epel pouted all through lunch. He scooted close to you, bumping your shoulder.

“C’mon… I didn’t mean it like that.”

You turned your head, putting an apple slice in his mouth, no kisses, no sweetness.

He stared at the apple like it personally betrayed him.

Day 2:

You found a folded note in your locker. It smelled faintly apple. It said:

“Sorry for being a dang idiot. You can call me cute. You can call me whatever you want. Can we be good again? I’ll even wear the stupid tie Vil gave me.”

You smiled… but you still didn’t kiss him.

Epel screamed into his pillow that night.

At that point Rook and Vil started to worry about him…

Day 3:

He snapped.

You opened your dorm room to find Epel standing there in the most overly cute outfit you’d ever seen. Matching suspenders, a ruffled bowtie, and a little hat balanced on his head, from Vil or someone.

“Alright! Fine! I’m adorable! Are you happy now?!” he shouted, cheeks blazing pink. “I’ll be the damn poster boy for cute if it means you forgive me!”

You just stand there… in pure shock… then burst out laughing… he looked so grumpy and pouty, yet dressed like a fairytale boy.

“You’re ridiculous, I love you the way you are, I didn’t have to do that” you said between giggles. “Omg my stomach hurts!”

“I’ am feeling ridiculous right now!” he grumbled. “It’s been three days. You been denying affection from me for THREE DAYS LONG”

You took a step closer, cupped his face, and kissed him slowly, sweet and warm.

He melted into it, hat falling off.

“About time,” he sighed, finally relaxing. “Next time I say somethin’ stupid, just kiss me to shut me up, alright?”

You smiled. “Deal.”

Sebek Zigvolt

The Argument:

It all started with Malleus…

Sebek, as always, was ranting with pride about his Young Master’s brilliance while the two of you were walking together after class. You loved that he was passionate… but it had been half hour straight of Malleus this, Malleus that, and you finally said:

“I know you love Malleus, Sebek, but you’re dating me, remember?” You chuckled lightly.

He whipped around with wide eyes. “I—HOW DARE YOU COMPARE YOURSELF TO THE YOUNG MASTER—!!”

You blinked. “So I’m not even equal to him?”

“I—THAT ISN’T WHAT I MEANT—YOU’RE MISINTERPRETING—!!”

You huffed, stepping away. “Fine. Then maybe you should ask Mal for kisses for now on, no kisses for you.”

Sebek, red in the face and fuming, yelled after you, “DO NOT PUNISH ME WITH AFFECTIONAL WITHDRAWAL!”

(Malleus sneezing somewhere)

Day 1:

He was twitchy. Pacing. Overly stiff in class. Every time your eyes met, he seemed to expect you to smile and kiss his cheek like usual, and every time you didn’t, he bit his lips in frustration, followed by him shouting internally.

Lilia smirked at him during lunch.

“Trouble in paradise, Sebek?”

“IT IS A TEMPORARY DOMESTIC CHALLENGE!”

Oh yeah… Lilia enjoys the show

Day 2:

He stood in front of your dorm room door with a bouquet of oddly aggressive looking green flowers and a hand written letter that began with:

“To My Most Dazzling, Fierce, and Noble Beloved (Who is Definitely Not Inferior to the Young Master)…”

He knocked like a soldier reporting for duty. When you opened the door, he held the flowers out like a weapon and declared,

“YOUR IMPORTANCE TO ME TRANSCENDS RANK, STATUS, AND EVEN ROYALTY! NOW PLEASE—FOR THE LOVE OF THE GREAT SEVENS, FORGIVE ME!”

You took the flowers and smiled. “Nope.” Then you closed the door.

He made a sound like a kicked puppy…

Day 3:

You walked into the training room and found Sebek mid monologue… to a sparring dummy… rehearsing what he’d say to you. Loudly. Passionately.

You leaned against the doorframe and listened.

“…AND EVEN IF I HAVE SWORN MY LIFE TO THE YOUNG MASTER, IT IS YOU WHO I THINK OF BEFORE I SLEEP! IT IS YOU WHO MAKES MY HEART BEAT LIKE A WAR DRUM!”

You snorted softly. “Wow. That dummy must feel so loved.”

Sebek turned around, looking like he wanted to sink through the floor.

“I—I didn’t know you were—!”

You marched over and kissed him hard, shutting him up mid-rant.

He short-circuited. When you pulled away, his entire face was pink.

“Apology accepted,” you teased. “But next time, remember, words are important, Sebek.”

He nodded so fast it was dizzying. “I SHALL NEVER FAIL YOU AGAIN!”

“And maybe… tone down the volume a little next time.”

“…sorry…”

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[slaybinnie]

ALLEYWAY BOY

╰┈➤ sieun x fem!reader

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), violence, explicit language, no sexual protection.

about: while at your new school, one student catches your attention. when you help him during a fight you’re welcomed into his friend group. now in university, sieun begins to open up more, emotionally and physically.

⤷ WORD COUNT: 5k

The classroom was loud with chatter as everyone waited for the teacher to arrive for the first class of the day. You had transferred to Eunjang High School just a week ago and were still trying to find your place among the complex social hierarchy. 

No one really stood out except one person. You noticed him immediately. A boy sitting alone by the window, his face expressionless as he stared outside. Something about him drew you to him. While everyone else moved in groups, laughing and talking loudly, he existed in his own bubble. You had occasionally seen him hang out with three other boys but most days he was to himself. 

Oh. You’re looking at Sieun?” Whispered the girl sitting next to you, catching you staring. “He doesn't talk much. He transferred a little before you. Apparently he killed someone at his old school.”

You nodded, trying to look disinterested even as your eyes kept drifting back to him.

Your chance to actually meet him came a few days later. You had stayed late at school to complete a makeup test and were walking home alone when you heard yelling in the ally way. You should’ve taken that as a sign to turn around and take a different way home but curiosity got the better of you. 

You looked around the corner and saw four guys surrounding someone. When they moved around, you caught a glimpse of Sieun, standing there with the same frown on his face.

“You think just because you took down Seongje means we’re scared of you?,” one of them was said.

Sieun's voice was quiet but firm. “No.”

What happened next was so fast you barely registered it. One moment one of the guys was lunging toward Sieun and the next moment he was on the ground clutching his stomach. The others rushed in but Sieun moved with a quickness, fighting back. 

In less than a minute, all of them were on the ground. The first guy Sieun took down pulled out a small knife, and that's when you gasped involuntarily. Everyone froze. Sieun's eyes snapped to where you stood, and in that moment of distraction the knife-wielder lunged. Without thinking, you shouted, “Behind you!” 

Sieun dodged it just in time, the blade missing his face by inches. He grabbed the guys wrist and twisted until the knife fell to the ground.

All four boys fled and Sieun turned to you. You expected him to show anger for you interfering but his face didn’t show anything actually. 

“You should go home,” he said finally. “It's not safe here.”

“You're bleeding,” you pointed out, noticing a cut on his cheek.

He touched it softly. “It's nothing.”

Instead of leaving, you dug into your bag and pulled out a packet of tissues and a small first-aid kit your mother had insisted you carry. “Let me help.”

For a long moment, he just stared at you. Then, to your surprise, he gave a single nod and leaned against the wall, allowing you to dab at the cut with a wipe.

“Why did you warn me?” he asked suddenly. “You don't even know me.”

You focused on cleaning the cut, avoiding his intense gaze. “Should I have let him stab you instead?”

He exhaled a breath. “Most people would have run away.”

“Well I didn’t want to see a fellow Eunjang student hurt,” you replied with a smile on your face.

“Yo, Sieun!” a voice called. Three boys approached, the one with a basketball jersey frowning when he saw the signs of a fight. “What happened?”

“Nothing important,” Sieun replied, straightening up.

The basketball jersey boy's eyes shifted to you, suspicious. “Who's this?”

“A classmate,” Sieun said before you could answer. “She helped.”

The introduction was short and sweet. You learned that Baku was the one with the jersey on. Junate and Gotak were the other two boys. These were the boys you had seen Sieun hang out with every now and then. 

From this moment you were cautiously accepted into their friend circle. Sieun rarely spoke to you directly at first but sometimes you would catch him watching you when he thought you weren't looking.

It took months to break his walls down with you. You had slowly earned his trust and got to learn about the story behind his fighting skills and the way he kept everyone at a distance. You learned about his troubled past, his friend in the hospital, and got to know his personality more. 

By the start of your senior year everything was starting to look up. Suho, Sieuns hospital friend, had woken up, Eungjang high was no longer bothered by the union and your friendship with Sieun developed into something more.

One year later and you’re all now in University. The campus coffee shop was loud with voices and machines as students rushed to grab their caffeine before afternoon classes. You sat at a corner table, textbooks spread across the surface as you tried to make sense of your class assignment.

University life had been treating you well, balancing classes with part-time work and a social life was challenging, but manageable. 

Sieun hadn't changed much since high school. His face still carried that same deadpan expression, sharp eyes that softened only for you, and a quietness that intimidated most people. What did change was your goals for him and you. 

Since starting university, you'd made it your mission to get more reactions out of him. It had become something of a game between you and him trying to maintain his composure while you tried your best to break it.

Sieun walked in the coffee shop, his dark hair slightly messy from the breeze outside. He looked so good. Despite being your boyfriend for almost six months now, the sight of him still made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” he said, sliding into the seat across from you. “Sorry I'm late. The professor wanted to discuss my project”

You smiled, pushing your untouched ice tea toward him. “No problem. How did it go?”

“Better than expected.” He reached for the drink, his fingers brushing against yours. Even after months of dating, these small touches still sent electricity through your body. “He thinks I might be able to submit it to receive a full ride scholarship.”

“That's amazing” Your genuine excitement made him bow his head slightly, still unused to praise despite his talents.

Sieun took a sip from your drink, using the same straw you had been using. When he realized what he'd done, a faint blush crept across his cheeks. He quickly set the drink down.

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking anywhere but at your face.

You couldn't help but laugh. For someone who had faced the craziest situations in high school, it was interesting how flustered he could get over such small intimacies. 

“Sieun…” you started, taking another sip from the same straw, “ you know sharing drinks is what couples do.”

His blush deepened. “I know that.”

“Do you?” You leaned forward, resting your chin on your palm. “Because sometimes I wonder if you remember we're dating.”

Sieun's eyes met yours, embarrassment written all over his face.  “Of course I remember we’re dating.”

“Then why do you still get so flustered when I do this?” You reached across the table and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. As expected, he stiffened slightly before relaxing into your touch.

“I'm not flustered,” he insisted, though the color in his cheeks said otherwise.

You laughed softly. “Sure baby.” 

Honestly, you found his shy reactions adorable. Sieun had always been reserved, even after you'd started dating. Breaking through his walls had been a slow process but every small victory felt significant. You loved to see him gradually allow himself to be vulnerable with you.

“How's your assignment going?” he asked, clearly trying to change the subject.

“It’s going horribly,” you admitted dramatically. “This subject makes no sense to me.”

Sieun scooted his chair around to sit beside you, his shoulder pressing against yours as he looked at your textbook. “Let me see.”

As he began explaining concepts  you found yourself watching the movement of his lips more than listening to his words. When he paused to see if you were following, you impulsively leaned in and kissed his cheek.

He froze mid-sentence, eyes widening. “What was that for?” he asked, voice slightly cracking.

"I just wanted to kiss you,” you replied with a shrug. “Is that okay?”

Sieun swallowed hard. “Yeah... it's okay.”

You smiled and turned back to the textbook, acting as if nothing had happened, though you could feel the tension radiating from him. You had to have a nice balance with Sieun, pushing just enough to help him become comfortable with affection without overwhelming him.

For the next hour, you studied together, gradually shifting closer until your thighs touched under the table. Every so often, you would find excuses to touch him. You’d reach across to point at something in the book and let your arm rest against his. Each touch left him momentarily flustered before he composed himself again. 

“We should get going,” he said, closing his textbooks and glancing at his watch. “We're supposed to meet the others for lunch in twenty minutes.”

You groaned, remembering the lunch plan. “Do we have to? I was hoping to have you to myself today.”

A small smile played on his lips. “They'll never let us hear the end of it if we bail.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically, gathering your books. “But you owe me.”

“Owe you what?” he asked, helping you pack up.

You leaned in close, your lips nearly brushing his ear. “Time. Just us. No interruptions.”

The blush returned full force, spreading from his neck to his ears, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. There was something addictive about making Sieun flustered.

As you walked across campus to meet your friends, your hands occasionally brushed until Sieun finally took the initiative and laced his fingers with yours. It was a small gesture, but knowing how much he disliked public displays of affection, it meant everything to you.

The campus restaurant was crowded when you arrived, but you spotted your friends immediately. Baku was gesturing wildly, telling some story that had Juntae rolling his eyes. Suho noticed you first, waving you guys over. 

“Finally!” Baku exclaimed as you sat down. “We thought you two might have gotten distracted.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

“We were studying,” Sieun said simply. “Unlike some people.”

Gotak laughed. “He's got you there, Baku. When's the last time you stepped foot in the library?”

“Libraries are for people who have to read to learn,” Baku said with a big grin, tapping his forehead. “Me? I just stand near smart stuff and it jumps into my brain!”

“Is that why you're failing statistics?” Juntae asked dryly making the whole table laugh,

As your friends fell into their usual banter you noticed how clam Sieun was. This friend group was good for him. Everything felt right. 

“How's the new apartment?” Suho asked Sieun between bites of his lunch.

“It's alright,” Sieun replied with his typical shortness.

You rolled your eyes. “What he means is that it's great but he's still living out of boxes because he refuses to properly unpack.”

“I have a system,” Sieun defended himself.

Sieun had moved into his own place just a month ago, leaving the dormitories for a small studio apartment off-campus. You had helped him move, shocked by how few items he actually owned.

“You should see it,” you told the others. “The only decoration he has is a plant I bought him, which is somehow still alive.”

“It's just a place to sleep,” Sieun shrugged. “I don't need much.”

Baku leaned forward. “So, Y/n, how often do you stay over at this minimalist paradise?”

You kicked him under the table while Sieun suddenly became very interested in his food.

“None of your business, Humin,” you replied sassy.

The truth was, while you had been to Sieun's apartment many times, your relationship had progressed slowly in physical terms. Sieun wasn't one to rush, and you respected his pace. You were fine as long as he was by your side. 

As everyone prepared to leave for afternoon classes, Suho pulled you aside briefly.

“He seems good,” he said quietly, nodding toward Sieun who was arguing with Baku about something. “More settled.”

You smiled, watching your boyfriend's rare animated expressions. “I think he is. You being here is definitely a big reason why”

“It’s not just me. It's because of you too,” Suho continued. “He was always so... contained back then. Even with me. You've given him something the rest of us couldn't.”

“What's that?”

“Permission to be a normal guy,” Suho said simply. “To care about something besides survival.”

Before you could respond, the others joined you, and the moment passed. But Suho's words stayed with you as you and Sieun split from the group to head to your next classes.

“I have to finish a lab report tonight,” Sieun said as you guys reached his next class. “But maybe after…”

“After?” 

He met your eyes, something determined in his gaze. “Maybe you could come over. We could watch that movie you've been talking about.”

You smiled, knowing the invitation was not just to watch a movie, but to spend time together in his personal bubble. “I'd like that.”

For a moment, he stood there, seeming to debate something. He looked around quickly to ensure no one was watching and leaned in to kiss you briefly. Before you could react, he had already pulled away, a flush spreading across his cheekbones.

“I'll text you when I'm done,” he said rushed, then turned and walked into the building, leaving you standing there with a surprised smile.

It was 8:30 when you got the text from Sieun, "Lab done. Come over if you still want to.”

 Pf, of course you still want to. You quickly washed up and headed over to his apartment, giving his door a soft knock. The door opened almost immediately, revealing Sieun in a simple black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His hair was damp from a recent shower. He looked so handsome. 

“Hi,” you said, suddenly feeling a little nervous without knowing why.

“Come in,” he replied, stepping aside to let you enter.

The apartment was indeed minimalist, just as you'd described to your friends. A bed in one corner, a small seating area with a couch and coffee table, a tv stand with a tv, a cute small kitchen, and a desk with a laptop, the plant you gave him, and neatly arranged textbooks on it. 

But something was a little different. You noticed immediately that he had finally unpacked some of the boxes. A bookshelf now held his small collection of books and a few framed photos, including you in them. One of the two photos with you in them was from the end-of-year festival in high school.

“You unpacked,” you said, unable to keep the surprise from your voice.

Sieun shrugged, but you could tell he was pleased that you'd noticed. “Had some time after finishing the lab report.”

You moved to examine the photos more closely. “I can't believe you kept this,” you said, picking up the festival photo.

“It was a good day,” he said simply, coming to stand beside you.

You remembered it well. A day full of fun. The day had ended with him awkwardly asking if you wanted to “maybe go out sometime,” his confidence completely absent as he stumbled over the words.

Setting the photo down, you turned to face him. “I can put on the movie,” you said picking up his remote and turning on  the TV, “but I'm also fine with just talking if you're tired.”

“I’m good with the movie,” he replied, “I made food. Nothing fancy, just ramen.”

“Fancy ramen or instant?” you asked with a smile.

“Somewhere in between.” He gestured to two bowls on the coffee table, steam still rising from them. You noticed he'd added eggs, green onions, and a few other ingredients to elevate the simple dish.

After putting the movie on you settled onto the small couch suddenly aware of how intimate the space felt. You had been here before, but something about tonight felt different. Sieun joined you on the couch, sitting close enough that your shoulders touched. 

For the first twenty minutes, you both ate and watched in comfortable silence but as the main characters in the film shared their first kiss, you became hyperaware of Sieun sitting beside you.

Setting your empty bowl aside, you casually leaned into him. After a brief moment of tension, he lifted his arm and placed it around your shoulders, allowing you to rest against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, slightly faster than normal.

“Is this okay?” you asked softly, tilting your head to look up at him.

Instead of answering, he surprised you by leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle but lingered longer than his usual hesitant kisses. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with an emotion you rarely saw him display.

“More than okay,” he finally answered, voice slightly rough.

You reached up to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips. He remained perfectly still under your touch, watching you with an intensity that made your heart race.

“I've been thinking,” you said softly, “about us.”

“What about us?” His voice was quiet.

“About how far we've come. From that day in the alley to here.” You continued tracing patterns on his skin, moving to his neck where you could feel his pulse jumping beneath your touch. “You used to flinch when I got too close.”

A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “I wasn't used to it.”

“And now?” you asked.

Instead of answering with words, he kissed you again, deeper this time, his hand moving to the small of your back to pull you closer. The movie continued playing but it was completely forgotten as you lost yourself with Sieun's lips against yours.

When you finally broke apart you couldn't help but smile at the cute look on his face.

“I'm still not used to it,” he admitted quietly. “But in a different way now.”

“Explain,” you encouraged, your hand now resting on his chest.

Sieun took a moment to gather his thoughts, “Before, it was unfamiliar. A little uncomfortable. Now it's unfamiliar because it feels too good. Like I don't deserve it.”

Your heart ached at his words. Despite all your time together, parts of his past still haunted him.

“You deserve every good thing, Sieun,” you said firmly, taking his face in both hands so he couldn't look away. “Every single one.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. “I'm trying to believe that.”

“Let me help you believe,” you whispered, and kissed him again.

The kiss deepened quickly, a year of careful restraint giving way to something more urgent. Sieun's arms tightened around you, pulling you practically onto his lap as his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

His usual composure was slipping, and you reveled in it, your hands sliding under his t-shirt to touch the warm skin beneath. You felt his muscles tense at the contact, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he made a low sound in the back of his throat that sent heat flooding through your body.

“Sieun,” you breathed, needing to hear his response, to know he wanted this as much as you did.

“I'm here,” he mumbled against your skin, then pulled back slightly to meet your gaze. “I'm always here with you.”

Something about those simple words, the sincerity behind them, made your heart swell. This was Sieun. He was a man of few words but had deep feelings. He expressed himself through actions rather than speech. You loved him.

Slowly you moved to straddle his lap, careful to make sure he was comfortable with your weight on him. Your eyes never left him to ensure this was okay. His hands settled on your waist, his breathing was noticeably uneven now.

“Is this too much?” you asked, knowing his boundaries had always been important to respect.

He shook his head, but still looked slightly overwhelmed. “Just give me a moment.”

You stayed still, watching the emotions play across his face. His hands tightened on your waist, then relaxed again.

“I've wanted this,” he admitted softly, the confession clearly difficult for him. “For a long time.”

“Me too,” you whispered, leaning forward to press your forehead against his again. “We can go as slow as you need.”

A small smile pulled at his lips. “We've been going slow for years.”

The observation, so accurate and yet so unexpected coming from him, made you laugh. “True. But that's okay.”

His smile widened slightly, and in that moment, he looked younger, lighter, and unburdened by the weight he always carried. You vowed to yourself to make him smile like that more often.

Sieun's hands moved from your waist to your back, pulling you closer until your chests pressed together. “Maybe,” he said, voice low, “we could go a little faster now.”

Your breath caught at his words. “I'd like that.”

Siuen grabbed your hand and dragged you towards his bed. He gently pushed you down on the bed and followed you down. He captured your lips once again and you sighed into the kiss. Your hands found their way under his shirt and traced his stomach. Sieun shivered at your touch. 

You tugged at the hem of his shirt and he understood, pulling his shirt over his head. The sight of him shirtless wasn't new to you. You had seen him like this before but the context was different now. It was more intimate. Your eyes traced his chest, faint scars littered all around, reminders from his past.

 Sieun watched you look at his chest, heat rising to his cheeks. “Your turn,” he said softly, his fingers playing with the edge of your top.

You sat up, allowing him to remove your shirt. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you in your bra. His hand came up to trace your face all the way down to the curve of your cup. His hand found the clasp of your bra and hesitated for just a moment until you nodded.  He unfastened your bra, the straps sliding down your arms.

Your chest was bare in front of him and your nipples hardened when the cool air touched them. Sieun reached to touch your breast, gently gliding his hand against them. You couldn't help but shiver at the contact, your body responding to his exploring hands. 

“You're beautiful,” he whispered. 

You reached up to touch his face, drawing him back to your lips. The kiss deepened as his hand continued to caress your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple and pulling a soft moan from your throat. The sound seemed to embolden him, his movements becoming more confident.

Sieun broke the kiss and moved his head down towards your left breast. He looked up at you, making eye contact before kissing your nipple then sucking it into his mouth. 

The pleasure that crashed through you was immediate and intense. Your back arched slightly, pressing your breast further into his mouth. Sieun's free hand moved to your other breast, thumbing over your nipple as his tongue swirled around your other nipple.

“Sieun,” you gasped, your fingers threading through his dark hair, holding him to you.

His mouth moved to your right breast, giving it the same attention while his hand replaced his mouth on the left. 

Sieun pulled back and thumbed at your nipples to make up for his mouth moving away. He was breathing hard and his eyes were full of lust. Sieun kissed your nipples one more time before his hands moved to your waist, his fingers tracing the waistband of your pants.

 “Can I?” he asked.

“Yes,” you breathed, lifting your hips to help as he carefully slid your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear.

Sieun took a moment to look at you, his eyes traveling over your body with such intensity that you could almost feel it like a physical touch.

“Your turn,” you said with a small smile, copying his earlier words. 

He removed his sweatpants, leaving both of you in just your underwear. The sight of him nearly took your breath away. His erection was evident and you could see a tiny bit of pre-cum seeping through his boxers. 

“Sieun.” 

“Hm?”

“I want your fingers so bad.” You said while grabbing his hand and placing it to where you needed him the most. 

Sieun leaned in to kiss you. His hand slipped beneath your underwear and you gasped against his mouth as his fingers found you wet and waiting.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his movements slow and careful.

“More than okay,” you assured him while you guided his hand to your core. 

Sieun was a quick learner. He watched your reactions carefully, noting what made your breath hitch, what made you moan. When he finally found your clit a moan was ripped out of you. “Fuck Sieun! Right there! Keep going.” 

Sieun nodded, feeling emboldened by your response he grew more confident in his movements. He rubbed your swollen clit a bit faster and harder, making you squirm more and more. He lowered his head to your breast, lips closing around your nipple as his fingers worked between your legs. The dual sensation had you moaning his name, your hands tangling in his hair.

Siuen pulled off your breast and moved his fingers down towards your hole, circling your entrance. “Tell me what feels good,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving your face as he kept circling your entrance.

“Everything you're doing,” you breathed, gasping when he slowly slid a finger inside you. “Oh Sieun…”

He added another finger, stretching you gently as his thumb continued to work your sensitive bud. The dual sensation had you moaning beneath him, your hands clutching his shoulder. 

“Sieun. Baby,” you gasped, “I'm close.”

“I got you,” he murmured against your skin. The tenderness in his voice combined with the movement of his fingers sent you over the edge. Your body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over you with Sieun's name spelling out your lips. 

As you came down from your high, you opened your eyes to find him watching you with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “Did I do good?” 

You smiled lazily up at him, getting cuteness aggression from him wanting approval. “Of course you did, baby.” 

You then reached for him, wanting to bring him the same pleasure he'd given you. Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his cock. Sieun's breath hitched, his eyes closing briefly at your touch.

“You’re so hard, baby. Did you get turned on making me feel good?” 

Sieun just nodded. 

You smirked, and guided him onto his back. You removed his boxers then straddled his thighs before stroking him again. His eyes never left yours as you stroked him, learning what he liked by the subtle changes in his expression, the way his breath caught, the tension in his muscles. 

You pulled your hand away making Sieun whine. He quickly shut up when you leaned down and kissed his tip. You licked from his tip to his base, then backwards, teasing him before finally taking him in your mouth fully.

Sieun's head fell back against the pillow, a low groan escaping his throat. His hands hesitantly moved to your hair, not pushing or guiding, just connecting with you as you sucked him off. The sounds of soft gasps and quiet moans encouraged you to continue, taking him deeper.

“Y/n,” he breathed, his voice ragged. “That feels...ah. So good.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration making him tense beneath you. His breathing grew more erratic as you continued. It was intoxicating to see him like this. 

After a few minutes, his hand tightened slightly in your hair. “Wait,” he gasped. “I'm close. I’m going to-”

You pulled back, wiping your mouth as you looked up at him. “Sorry. I want you to cum inside of me.”

Sieun’s eyes widened but he nodded, complying with anything you said. You pulled him in a heated kiss. “I’m going to ride you.. With no condom, okay?” You whispered against his lips.

“Okay.” Sieun agreed, straightening himself against the headboard. 

You positioned yourself above him and lowered yourself slowly until you were stuffed with his cock. Both of you gasped at the sensation. You stayed still for a moment to adjust. Sieun's hands gripped your hips, his eyes locked on yours.

“You okay?” he asked, always concerned for your comfort even in his own pleasure.

“Perfect. You?” 

“Good but, fuck. You’re so tight.”

You giggled before moving your hips up a little, careful not to pull off of him, then slammed back down his cock. The both of you moaned, Sieun moving his head into the crook of your neck. 

You again started to slowly go up and down, Sieun was still hiding his face on your neck. He was biting his lips, trying to keep himself from moaning too loud. You were so tight around him, he thought he was going to die as you continued your motion on his cock.

You started to get a bit winded and Sieun noticed. Sieun surprisingly rolled you guys over and took charge, pushing into you softly. You both were close, desperation evident from the way you were whining and on the way he was sloppily rubbing your clit while thrusting. 

“Sieun, I’m close. Please. Let’s cum together.” 

Sieun nodded and sped up his hips, his thrusts becoming more desperate as he chased both your pleasure and his own. His fingers worked against your clit with renewed determination, his movements becoming more confident with each of your soft moans.

“Y/n,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I can't hold on much longer.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. “Then don't,” you said, your hands gripping his shoulders. “Let go, baby.”

His rhythm faltered as he drove into you one last time, burying himself deep. You felt him pulse inside you as he came, the sensation triggering your own release. Your walls clenched around him as waves of pleasure washed over you both. Sieun's mouth found yours in a messy, passionate kiss that swallowed your cries of pleasure.

For a moment, you stayed locked together, hearts racing, bodies trembling with aftershocks. Sieun's forehead rested against yours, his breathing gradually slowing as he came down from his high. When he finally opened his eyes, they were filled with such tenderness that it made your heart ache.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. 

You smiled, still feeling the pleasant hum of satisfaction throughout your body. “More than okay.”

He made and a move to pull out of you but you wrapped your legs tighter around him. “No stay.” 

Sieun laughed a little, “Y/n I need to clean you up. My cum is still inside you.”

You pouted, “I don’t care.”

“You’ll care when we’re getting plan b from the pharmacy,” Sieun joked. 

You punched his arm jokingly while laughing, “Stop. I’m on the pill anyways.” 

Sieun visibly relaxed at your words, a small smile playing on his lips. “Still I need to clean us up.” 

He carefully pulled out of you and rolled you to face him. His arm draped over your waist, keeping you close as his dark eyes studied your face. 

“I love you.” He said it so quietly you almost missed it. 

Your heart skipped a beat. Those three words. He'd never said them before even though you’d known how he felt for a long time. Sieun showed his feelings through actions, not words, but hearing it spoken aloud made tears well in your eyes.

You tilted your head up to look at him. “I love you too. So much.” You pressed a sweet kiss to his chin “And I am so happy.” 

You laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, occasionally stopping to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Stay the night?” he asked after a while, his voice hopeful.

“Obviously.” You replied, content.

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Thank you guys so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to message me and request stuff! I havent written in forever but WHC woke me up from the dead. <3

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

THE WAY I LOVED YOU — PREMIERES @ 15th JUNE SUN 0000 KST

Years after a quiet, painful breakup, you are assigned to write a profile on South Korea’s most elusive figure skater, Park Sunghoon, who just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend. What was supposed to be a byline quickly spirals into a collision of unresolved feelings, buried emotions that are edging too close to the surface, and the slow thaw between two people who once meant the world to each other. With every step you take back into his orbit, the line between story and truth begins to blur—and the version of him you thought you knew starts to unravel.

word count: est. 30k

pairing: figureskater!ex!sunghoon x sportsjournalist!afab!reader

genre: exes to lovers, sunshine x midnight rain, second chance romance, right person wrong time, opposites attract, slow burn, ANGST

taglist: open! comment, send ask or submit the form on my profile to be added!

notes from nat: god forbid i don't reference a taylor swift song in my stories. someone needs to stop me /hj. just a short(?) one to angst farm before I kick off another series ^.^

TEASER

The office is louder than usual for a Monday morning. Keyboards clatter like a percussion ensemble, and the faint hum of printers competes with the buzz of hurried conversations. The aroma of coffee lingers, sharp and bitter. You sit at your desk, staring at your laptop screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard but typing nothing.

Your new assignment email glares at you with a subject line you never thought you’d see: "Profile Piece on Park Sunghoon."

Park Sunghoon. Even his name feels heavy in your chest.

Memories surge to the surface—his laughter ringing through late-night phone calls, the sparkle in his eyes when he spoke about skating, and the tension in his voice during those last arguments before everything unravelled. It’s been years, but the ghost of him lingers like a song stuck in your head.

“Y/N, you’ve got the Sunghoon piece, right?” your editor, Yunah, calls out, snapping you out of your trance. She’s a whirlwind of energy, dressed in a sharp blazer with a coffee mug permanently glued to her hand.

“Yeah,” you reply, trying to sound casual, though your voice wavers slightly. “I’ve got it.”

“Good,” she says, striding over to your desk. “The story’s got legs. Everyone’s buzzing about his reappearance and return to Korea. Olympic dreams, media darling, potential scandal… you’ve got to dig deep on this one. Make it personal.”

“Personal?” The word makes your stomach churn. “Isn’t that more tabloidy than what we’re used to?”

“Sports tabloids pay the bills, sweetheart,” Yunah says with a shrug. “And you’re the perfect person for this. You’ve got the knack for human stories, and Sunghoon’s story is nothing if not human. Besides, you went to the same university, right?”

The question hangs in the air, deceptively light. You hesitate for a moment too long, and Yunah’s brows lift, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “Ah, I see,” she says teasingly. “Well, use it to your advantage.”

Of course. You forgot you're surrounded by people who read body language for a living. There’s no hiding anything from her.

Yunah walks away before you can respond, leaving you with the sinking realisation that she’s not entirely wrong. Who better to cover Park Sunghoon’s meteoric rise—and whatever personal demons he’s carrying—than the girl who once loved him?

By lunchtime, you’ve done enough digging to know exactly what you’re up against.

Sunghoon’s name is everywhere.

His face—still frustratingly photogenic—plastered across articles, feature spreads, and fan-edited clips with dramatic music overlays. They all show a polished, confident man, far removed from the awkward boy you used to know. His dark hair is perfectly styled, his tailored suits scream sophistication, and his trademark smirk has only grown more enigmatic.

You scroll through write-ups that gush about his triumphant return to the ice. They speculate whether he’ll qualify for the next international season, drop cryptic mentions of a “new fire in his eyes,” and cite sources that can’t seem to agree whether his hiatus was due to injury or personal issues. Or both.

There are whispers about a reality show stint during his time in Spain—something lowkey, never officially aired, but leaked through blurry screenshots and strategically placed fan theories. A training arc in disguise, if you had to guess. Classic Sunghoon: disappearing, reinventing, and re-emerging like nothing happened.

And now? He’s starting to make headlines again.

Which makes sense, you suppose. He hasn’t been in the public eye for months. Not since that withdrawal from the Grand Prix final. Not since the buzz about that infamous tussle—the one that sports reporters avoided naming outright but loved to allude to. The speculation only made him more mysterious. More magnetic. The kind of story that writes itself: the fallen star, re-forging his crown.

Yunah’s right—the story’s got legs. You just wish you weren’t the one chasing it.

You stare blankly at the screen, lips pressed together as your cursor hovers over yet another article about him.

You were supposed to be over this.

And yet, you can’t deny the tightness coiling in your chest—not jealousy, exactly. Not regret, either. Just something far messier. The kind of feeling that comes from watching someone you once loved be glorified by the same world that never saw the nights you spent waiting for him to call. The world that didn’t witness the quiet crumbling of a girl who poured so much of herself into someone who didn’t know how to hold it.

You slam your laptop shut.

If he’s back on the ice, fine. Good for him.

But you’re not the same girl who used to cry over his missed calls and make excuses for his silence. You have a job to do. A byline to earn. And if this rink ends up being his comeback stage, then so be it.

You’ll be there—not as the girl who once loved him, but as the reporter who can write his rise without flinching.

The first step is setting up an interview, which means reaching out to his management. This whole thing could very well end here. You’ll send the email, Sunghoon will reject the request—just like he does with every other news agency or tabloid that thinks they can score an exclusive interview with him. Yunah will realise you’re not some journalistic prodigy, and she’ll move on to the next big headline.

That should comfort you. When Sunghoon says no, it’s over—no awkward reunions, no dredging up memories you’ve spent years trying to bury. And yet, you hesitate, fingers trembling as they hover over the keyboard.

The email stares back at you, every word perfectly composed, detached, professional. It doesn’t betray the tangle of thoughts fighting for dominance in your mind.

Subject: Interview Request for Park Sunghoon Profile Piece

Dear Ms. Yoon,

I hope this email finds you well. My name is Kang Y/N, and I’m a journalist with Manifesto Daily. Our team is planning a profile piece on athlete Park Sunghoon, focusing on his inspiring journey as a professional athlete and his return to Korea.

I would like to request an interview with Mr. Park to discuss his career, his aspirations for the future, and any personal insights he’d be willing to share with our readers. The piece aims to highlight his achievements and provide a deeper understanding of the person behind the athlete.

Please let me know a time and date that would work best for Mr. Park’s schedule. I am happy to accommodate and can meet at his convenience. Should you require any further details about the story or our publication, please don’t hesitate to reach out.

Thank you for considering this request. I look forward to your response.

Best regards, Kang Y/N Senior Journalist (Sports Division) Manifesto Daily +82 XX XXXX YYYY

Highlight his achievements and provide a deeper understanding of the person behind the athlete. You scoff. As if you don’t already have enough material to craft an in-depth exposé on Park Sunghoon—complete with anecdotes, vivid details, and a treasure trove of receipts that you’ve kept buried at the back of your mind, and perhaps in a folder on your computer.

You know the kind of person Park Sunghoon is. You’ve seen him at his most passionate, the fire in his eyes when he spoke about mastering a new routine, and at his most vulnerable, when doubts about his own abilities kept him up at night.

You’ve also witnessed him at his ugliest—those moments when he seemed completely disinterested during your calls, only for you to catch glimpses of him laughing unabashedly in his training mate’s Instagram stories. When he sent curt, dry texts that cut to your insecurities, leaving you questioning if you were the problem. And yet, now here you are, facing the daunting question: Who is he today? A polished media darling, exuding poise and confidence, or a jerk who simply broke your heart?

You’re not just writing a profile; it’s about untangling the complexities of the boy you once loved and the man he has become, all while confronting the version of him that’s lived rent-free in your head for years.

When you finally hit send, you lean back in your chair, exhaling deeply. It’s done. Now all you can do is wait.

[harryspet]

bambi eyes (7) r.cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, dd/lg, sugar daddy rafe, spoiling kink, little space, reader is feeling extra small, little editing, barry doing barry things 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: Finally!!

word count: 4.2k

In which your Daddy wants to take you on a business trip but you're feeling way too little to want to tag along.

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Rafe pressed his phone between his shoulder and ear, needing to free both his hands to attend to you. Tears streamed down your face as you squirmed around on the sunroom couch. Two small swollen spots were on your arm, bee stings, but you were flailing so much that Rafe could barely get a good look. Unfortunately, Rafe was on the phone when the incident happened, and he and Barry were discussing today’s important plans. 

“It hurts!” you cried out, and Rafe could only assume that you’d never been stung by anything before. You woke up pouty, with Rafe sensing that you were on edge, maybe disappointed that Lana had been gone for so long, but this seemed to be the final straw for you: “It hurts!”

“What’s all the drama, Country Club?”

“Got stung by some bees,” Rafe spoke tersely, trying to pin your arm down, “I know, baby, I know. Gotta get the stingers out.”

He pressed his body weight against your hip, gaining better leverage to keep you still. Holding your arm tightly, he used a card from his wallet to scrape the area side to side. This only seemed to distress you more, but this was the best way he knew how to get rid of them. 

“Please, please, please,” You begged over and over, “It hurts, Daddy.”

“She gonna be okay for the trip?” Rafe heard Barry ask. 

“Yeah, don’t worry. She’s gonna love it,” Rafe grunted, keeping you pinned underneath him. 

Maybe this was a sign, Rafe thought. The morning so far had been terrible and no good for you, he didn't want to add further to your discomfort. With relative ease, Rafe got both stingers out, but you were still in pain, that was clear, “Stay right there, don’t move,” Rafe spoke sternly before he moved from on top of you, “Gonna get you some ice.”

“Don’t wanna go–please don’t leave me,” Rafe huffed at your immediate refusal of his command. He had no idea why you’d gotten so riled up. For time and argument’s sake, Rafe lifted you into his arms. He carried you back into the house and towards the kitchen. 

“Sterling was pretty willing to stop stealing your workers and spreading rumors about the company, yet he wants to meet again. You don’t think it’s shady he wants to meet outside of Kildare?”

“He wants more,” Rafe said as he sat you down on the kitchen island. He grabbed his phone again with his hand as he started to rummage through the freezer, “That’s the only possible reason.”

“And you want to hear him out? What else do we need from him?”

“What, you don’t think we need him?” Rafe countered, “You’re the one who gave me the idea in the first place.”

“I just …” Barry started, “I didn’t think you would want to go further.” 

“I’m not–It’s not a big deal,” Rafe shook his head as he finally picked out an icepack. Rafe’s mind was split between the urgent need to soothe your pain and the looming business discussions with Barry. A huge real estate investment convention was being held at some fancy hotel in Charleston and Sterling had chosen it as the setting of their next meeting. 

With the ice pack in hand, he returned swiftly to where you sat on the kitchen island, visibly distressed and still sniffling from the bee stings. “Here, baby. Hold that against your arm for me. It’ll make it feel better.”

Reluctantly, you held the icepack against your injury. The tears had stopped falling, but Rafe could sense that you were starting to grow upset with him rather than the bee sting. 

Rafe leaned against the counter, trying to ignore your glare and focus back on the conversation. "It’ll be a good chance to see who he’s connected with, maybe find some new business partners. I wanna see what else he’s after,” Rafe explained. “You didn’t see how desperate he acted at the club … I know we can get much more out of him. Like you said, everyone has a weakness.”

“We could use his connections,” Barry conceded, “But you don’t think he’s gonna maybe want an actual chance with Bambi?”

“I know how to handle this. I won’t let him get close enough to think he actually has a chance.”

“Huh,” Rafe could practically feel Barry’s uncertainty through the phone.

“Barry,” Rafe continued, his tone sharp and commanding, “I want everything ready. We’re taking three cars—two SUVs and the truck. You’ll drive the SUV with two guards, and me and Bambi will ride in the truck, and we’ll need another two men riding behind us. You’ll lead the way to Charleston. We won’t need it, but I want backup, extra firepower, the works.” 

Without another word, Rafe hung up the phone call, throwing his cell phone onto the counter. 

Next, Rafe searched for the first aid kit underneath the sink, “Are you angry, Daddy?”

“No,” Rafe said, looking into your eyes. “You know how Barry and I talk to each other. Daddy’s not mad.”

“Who were you talking about?” You brought your uninjured arm up to wipe your wet face. 

“We’re going on a trip,” As you stared at him, Rafe pulled out a red first aid kit. He set it on the counter before he rummaged through it, pulling out the tools he needed. “Remember Mr. Sterling? Daddy’s got some business to handle with him.”

You flinched when Rafe dragged an alcohol wipe across your skin, but he placed a hand on your waist, steadying you. You were much more compliant, much calmer when Rafe’s skin was against yours. 

“Oh,” You spoke simply and Rafe searched your eyes for the thoughts swirling behind them, “My arm hurts.” 

Rafe sighed, finding the pack of bandaids, “I know, Bambi. You want a pink or green bandaid?” 

“Where’s the Cinderella ones?” Your lips pouted as you looked down at the options Rafe presented you. 

“I don’t know. We must be out. You can have pink or green.” As your frowned deepened, Rafe took a deep breath, trying to hold his tongue, “Pick. Or Daddy’s gonna pick for you.” 

Reluctantly you reached out a finger and pointed to the pink bandaid. Rafe carefully placed it over the sting. 

Rafe leaned back, studying your face for lingering distress. “After this morning, I think a little vacation would make you feel better,” he said softly, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “I’m taking care of everything. I just need you to be good.” 

“I want Lana to come with us.”

“She has the week off, remember?”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re working? You can call her, maybe? Maybe she’ll want to come.” 

“She’s with her family, Bambi. All week. I’m not gonna bother her,” Rafe spoke, finality in his tone. 

He closed the first aid kit and pushed it aside. “You’ll be fine without Lana. You’ve got me. I’ll keep you busy.” He tilted his head, trying to meet your gaze, but you were still pouting, your fingers fiddling with the edge of the pink bandaid he’d applied moments earlier.

“You’re always working,” you muttered, looking down at your arm. “You won’t have time.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, but his tone remained measured. “When I’m not working, I’m with you. Today’s no different. You’re gonna love it. We’ll stay in a big room and you can order whatever food you want and they’ll bring it to you.”

Your lips twitched as if considering a smile, but the pout remained. “But Lana always packs good snacks.”

“Bambi,” Rafe chuckled, stepping closer to wrap an arm around your waist. “I can pack snacks. I know what you like, don’t I? 

“Okay,” you mumbled reluctantly. 

Rafe smirked, satisfied with your compliance, before he lifted you off the counter and onto your feet, “No more tears, yeah? I don’t like seeing you upset.”

You nodded, watching as Rafe returned to his phone and began typing furiously. Your face fell again, and you realized that you craved Rafe’s undivided attention. Rafe’s “work” was beginning to bother you. When you stood in place, he looked up at you once more, “Why don’t you go upstairs and start packing baby? Put on something comfortable for the drive.”

You parted your lips but closed them quickly. You considered just being grateful that Rafe was taking you along on his business trip. After all, you hadn’t left the island the entire time you’d been with Rafe. Wasn’t there part of you that wanted to see more of the world? You ignored that voice in your head. Today, all you felt was that you wanted to be in bed, cuddled up to Rafe. You moped all the way up the stairs, and once you got to your room, you plopped sadly down onto your plush carpet. 

Rafe tried to organize his thoughts and keep everything he needed to do in line. He’d surprised himself with how much responsibility he’d been able to handle after caring for you for so long. He certainly wasn’t the man he used to be. Every step he made now was for you. 

Still, he was beginning to realize just how much he relied on Lana, how much she had helped both of you. Now, it was all on him. Between packing business attire, sorting through important documents, confirming meetings, and delegating tasks to his employees, he also had to make sure his truck was ready for the road. And then there was you, your lunch had to be packed, along with plenty of snacks, your favorite water bottle adorned with pink bows, and a tablet with headphones to keep you entertained. More importantly, to keep you from overhearing the kinds of conversations he didn’t want you listening to.

He finally felt on top of things, Barry and his men had arrived, and the cars were readied in driveway. But the moment he climbed the stairs and stepped into your room, that sense of control vanished. His jaw tightened at the sight before him. You were sitting on the carpet in the poofiest pink dress you owned, tears streaking your cheeks as you fumbled with a ribbon, your small hands trembling in frustration as you struggled to tie a bow in your hair.

“Bambi, baby. We’re gonna be in the car for hours. It’s not dress up time,” Rafe chided. 

“Don’ wanna’ go,” You hiccuped. Looking around the room, Rafe saw no sign that you’d actually begun gathering anything for the trip, “Please.”

Rafe consciously took a deep breath to steady his heart rate. The last thing he wanted to do was take out his frustration on you when you were in this state. He walked over to your armoire and picked out an appropriate outfit for you. 

Sitting down on the carpet with you, Rafe easily grabbed you by your hips and pulled you into his lap, “What’s going on with you, huh?” Rafe asked, tilting your chin to look him in the eyes. He brushed a finger across your cheek, wiping away tears. 

You pouted in response and Rafe’s lips pressed into a thin line. He grabbed the thick tulle of your dress at your waist and started to pull it up your torso. You started to wiggle a but Rafe only pulled you closer, “Arms up, c’mon,” Rafe encouraged. He pressed down the urge to discipline, to become impatient at the fact that you were delaying their departure.  

Instead, he stripped the dress off in one swift motion, letting the poofy fabric pool beside you before reaching for the soft, light green Tinker Bell baby tee he’d picked out.

Sliding each of your arms through the sleeves, he tilted his head, studying you as he pulled the fabric down over your torso. "Are you too little to dress yourself today, Bambi?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. A theory was already forming in his mind, a quiet suspicion about what was really behind your unusual behavior.

You nodded shyly before laying forward, resting your head on his shoulder. “I see, hmm. You’ll need Daddy’s help then,” Rafe sighed, now fully understanding you were slipping into a younger head space. Instinctively, his hands smoothed over your back. For so long, you’d been determined to be independent, eager to explore the world, to make friends at ballet, to learn and grow on your own terms. He had been so focused on giving you freedom within the boundaries he set. He hadn’t considered how much comfort you might find in letting go completely. In regressing.

And now, here you were, seeking the security of his presence, of his care. Holding you tight in one hand, he reached into the pocket of his jeans. He texted Barry to give him twenty more minutes. He held you there for a few minutes longer and debated how he would coerce you into the car. 

“You want some bows in your hair, baby?” He asked after a moment and you nodded against his shoulder. He reached for the one you were fumbling with earlier, “Daddy’s gonna bring you to the bathroom, okay?”

He carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the cool counter as he tended to your hair. It wasn’t his best work but he managed to tie some ribbons around the two curly buns on top of your head, “Look, there’s my beautiful, baby,” Rafe kissed you on your forehead, then nose, then both of your cheeks, until you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips, “Let’s get you ready. Don’t worry, Daddy will do everything.” 

He dressed you in a light, yellow tennis skirt with comfortable built-in shorts, the soft fabric swishing as he adjusted it on your hip. Packing a pair of converse in your bag, he let you remain in your flower-printed socks. He doubted you would get to the car in any other way than in his arms. 

Making sure you had things to do in the car and a few stuffed animals, he packed the rest of the things you needed, mostly outfits for the rest of weekend, into your suitcase. Satisfied that everything was in order, he zipped up your bright pink suitcase and set it aside. Now, all that was left was getting you to the car which, as he expected, would likely mean carrying you there himself.

When the two of you finally made it out of the front door, Rafe found Barry leaning against the hood of his SUV, “What’s the hold up?” Barry asked immediately, his sharp gaze flicking between Rafe and the way you clung to him.

Rafe was too focused, though. Without so much as a glance, he handed off your bright pink suitcase, dropping it into Barry’s hands with an unspoken expectation.

Rafe opened the passenger door, settling you into your seat and buckling you in. He placed a stuffed giraffe in your arms, making sure your water was in the cupholder, and you could reach your backpack. You looked up at him with sad eyes, your lips starting to tremble, “What is it?” Rafe asked, eyes full of concern. 

“Need Bunny,” you murmured, your voice small.

Of course, Rafe had forgotten the most important thing, your American Girl doll, “Where’d you leave her, baby?” 

When you only shrugged, Rafe sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Okay, stay here. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Closing the door securely, he rounded the truck, his stride purposeful as he shot Barry a glance. “We’re leaving in two minutes.”

Barry scoffed but didn’t argue, watching as Rafe disappeared back inside the house.

You awoke to Rafe opening the passenger door. Carefully, he slipped off your headphones before pausing the Disney movie that you were watching on your tablet. You started to stir as Rafe undid your seatbelt. You whined, “Let’s stretch those little legs, Bambi,” Rafe spoke softly in response, “We’re halfway there.” 

You yawned, reaching out to him, even half asleep. Rafe tried to explain gently that he wouldn’t be able to carry you in public. To keep you from having a full meltdown, he promised he wouldn’t let go of your hand. 

You swung your legs over the side of the seat and Rafe was able to help you slip on your shoes, tying your laces quickly. When you finally got to your feet, you were wobbly. Rafe smoothed out your skirt for you, ensuring it wasn’t riding up in the back, before he grabbed your hand. 

“Where..” You started, pausing as you rubbed your eyes with your free hand. 

“Gas station. Let’s go pick some snacks, yeah?” 

“Candy?” You perked up. 

“One candy,” Rafe agreed. 

You spotted Barry, filling up at the gas pump directly behind the one Rafe had parked at. You liked Barry, he was nice to you, even if he usually had harsh words with your Daddy. He flashed his gold tooth at you, offering a small wave, but you tucked your face into Rafe’s arm, hiding yourself. You felt overwhelmingly shy, still, despite know him well. 

Rafe held your hand as you stepped inside, your eyes taking in everything around you with wide, sleepy curiosity. The air inside the station was cool and the fluorescent lights flickered softly above.

The gas station was quiet, typical for this time of day, with just a few locals milling around, most of them grabbing their own snacks or paying for their gas.

You clung to Rafe’s hand, your fingers curled tight around his, your sleepy eyes still darting around the store. You weren’t quite sure where to look first. The shelves lined with brightly colored candy wrappers drew your attention, but so did the rows of chips and juice boxes.

He walked with you toward the candy aisle. You let go of Rafe’s hand for just a second, standing on your tiptoes to try and see the top shelf. There were so many choices but your eyes always came back to a package of gummy worms. Rafe stood behind you, his arms crossed, watching as you took your time. 

You finally picked up the bag and held it up to him, the smile on your face shy. You glanced back at the candy before you asked with a small, barely audible voice, “One for Barry?”

Rafe looked over at Barry through the glass windows, still pumping gas outside, “You want to get something for Barry?”

You nodded and something flickered in Rafe’s eyes, something dark, maybe anger or possessiveness, “Fine, you can pick one thing.” 

When you’d picked out another bag of gummy wors for Barry, you followed Rafe as he grabbed a large bottle of water and a bag of chips. After Rafe paid for everything with his black card, you followed him back through the parking lot. You looked up at Rafe expectantly as you approached the three vehicles all of you were traveling in. 

“It’s your gift, you give it to him,” Rafe said. His look of encouragement was slightly forced but he placed a small hand on your back, urging you forward, “Go, little girl. I’m right here.”

“Here,” you said quietly, when your hesitant steps finally brought you over to the Barry’s car. In the passenger seat, you saw a tall and muscular man that you didn’t recognize. You looked away from him quickly, focusing on Barry. You placed the bag in his hand.“Candy… for you.”

Barry looked down, clearly surprised, but his lips curled into a grin. “Well, look at that,” he drawled, “That’s mighty sweet of you. Thank you, Bambi.”

Rafe, standing off to the side, shot Barry a sharp look, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. 

You nodded, fingers curling around the edge of your skirt before you turned and walked back towards Rafe. With one last glance toward Barry, who was still standing by the SUV, Rafe slid his hand to the small of your back, guiding you back to the truck.

The Uptown Grand sits in the heart of Charleston’s historic district, a five-star hotel that exudes old-world Southern charm. The bustling energy of the high-end real estate development convention provided the perfect backdrop for your Daddy's plans. He didn’t seem to flinch at the curious glances from the occasional attendee who dared to acknowledge his entourage. To most, he was a shadow moving through the crowd, and to those few who did give him a second glance, his quiet authority was all too clear.

Rafe sat you on top of a stack of suitcases that sat on the luggage cart, keeping you out of the way, as he handled checking in to the opulent hotel. A song from the Little Mermaid played in your headphones as your eyes wandered everywhere, to the soft velvet curtains, polished marble floors, and all of the antique, gold chandeliers. In the center of the lobby was a large fountain that added an unexpected calm to the environment. You watched as men and women in impeccable business attire navigated the space, their footsteps purposeful, conversations hushed but intense.

You shifted slightly, taking it all in, feeling like a quiet observer in a world that wasn’t quite yours. Bringing you back down to earth, Barry offered you a gummy worm and you happily accepted, having ate all of yours hours ago. 

You tuned out as Rafe began to push the cart towards the elevator, walking along with Barry, they talked about business things that you didnt understand. You adjusted your headphones, looking down at the sorting game you’d been playing on your tablet. 

You rode on the cart all the way from the elevator to the hotel suite. Your room had double doors and sat at the end of the hallway. Barry was in the room right next door and you watched as Rafe spoke some parting words before you both entered your room. The door shut and Rafe swiftly helped you down from the spot where you were perched. Still enjoying your calming music, you walked around the room, setting your tablet down on the coffee table in the seating area. 

The furniture and decor was extravagant, even more so than at Tannyhill. High ceilings stretched above you and warm light casted golden hues on the room. You wandered further, into the bedroom, finding a king-sized bed dressed in soft looking sheets and a tufted headboard that stretched nearly to the ceiling. The en-suite, visible from the bedroom, featured those same marble floors from the lobby and gold fixtures. 

You were still taking it all in when you felt strong arms wrap around you, Rafe pulling your body into his. He tucked his head into your neck, placing kisses there, until you were giggling. When he loosened his grip, you turned to face him. He slowly lifted your headphones, grinning tiredly down at you, “It’s been a long day,” He said, “A bath and then it’s bedtime, okay?”

You didn’t argue, just melted against him. 

He lifted you, carrying you into the bathroom. You sat on the counter, swinging your legs idly, watching him with tired eyes as he ran the bath, testing the temperature with his hand. You watched him undress, your cheeks heating up at the sight of his sculpted figure. After he undressed you, the two of you slipped into the water. You settled between his knees, laying back against his chest. He arms curled around your middle and for awhile there was only silence. Just the rhythmic sound of water against porcelain, the steady rise and fall of his breath against your shoulder. 

When you were close to falling asleep, Rafe guided a soapy cloth over your skin, getting you clean. 

“Bambi,” Rafe spoke softly, “I have to tell you something.”

You hummed in response, loving the feeling of his gentle hands, “This weekend is very important to Daddy. You’ve already been a good girl but I need you to be Daddy’s perfect angel. Everything I say, or Barry says, you do. Do you understand?” 

“Mhm, Daddy,” You murmured, feeling his arms tighten around you in approval, “Can I ask somethin’?”

“Course, baby.”

“Wha…”  You tried to put your words together, choosing each one carefully, “Wha do you want from Mr. Sterling?”

Rafe went quiet for a moment. You turned your head to peak at him, “Everything, I think.”

“Everything,” You repeated, blinking up at him. 

“Mhm,” He presses a kiss to your temple, “Everything pretty and shiny. All the toy’s he doesn’t play with correctly. He’s sitting on a whole kingdom, doens’t even know how to run it. Doesn’t know how to take care of it.”

You scrunched your nose, thinking, “You’ll ask him for it?” 

“Something like that, baby,” Rafe’s lips twitched as if he was holding back a smirk, “Just gonna help him understand. Help him see things my way.”

“Daddy’s so smart,” You sighed, snuggling against him. 

Rafe hummed, pleased. “That’s right, angel,” he whispered against your hair. “And my baby’s gonna be extra good for me, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled sleepily. “I’ll be so, so good…”

hope you enjoyed!! a reblog w/ your thoughts would be much appreciated :)

[mclager]

Winners deserve prizes | Landoscar x Reader

English is not my first language, don't judge me too hard :)

I got carried away... Enjoy

Warnings: SMUT, threesome, m/m/f, switch!Oscar, dom!Lando, sub!Reader, unprotected sex, i think that's all

All started on the floor of Oscar's driver room. The boys were trying to skip some video making for the McLaren socials, playing never ever I ever, drinking capri sun, in the dark while someone's laptop played a "24 hours white scream" video on YouTube just so we could see each other. We all drank after Lando said something dumb that even he had done it. It was my time again.

"Never ever I ever... Kissed a boy." I drank, but it was a good thing to know, after all. Lando drank, but Oscar didn't.

"You did?" Oscar asked confused looking at Lando.

"Yeah... I don't look like the type?"

"You do." I said, making Lando chuckle.

"I don't think there's a type." Osc said, and he was right, but I couldn't lose the chance to pick on him about it.

"You don't look like the type." I said to Oscar, and Lando nodded.

"You would never."

"It's not that I wouldn't, it's just that I never had an opportunity." Oscar said and shrug.

"If I gave you the opportunity, would you?" Lando said, making Oscar blush instantly.

"I..."

"You broke, Osc." I chuckled looking at Oscar.

"Sorry, not my intention, I'm just curious." Lando took a sip from his Capri sun.

"Yes." Oscar said, almost whispering.

That was the first time Oscar and Lando Kissed. After that was definitely more interesting to go out with them, Lando liked to flirt just to see Oscar's cheeks turning bright red and I love to watch them bickering like an old couple. I definitely was not getting in the middle of it, I was just, as Conan Gray would say: People Watching, but one day things started to change.

I was in the after constructors win in Abu Dhabi, it was an understatement that everyone was way too happy and ready to party. We got to the hotel to get ready before going out like we always did, I was sleeping in Lando's room like I always did, so my things were there, when we go in the room Lan threw his things on the bed before going to his lugged.

"Should I wear something fancy?" I said, also going to my lugged. Lando looked at me for a second before speaking.

"I mean, what is your idea of fancy?" I got the two dresses I brought, thinking only about the party after the McLaren win.

"We got, little black dress, and we got a slightly longer red dress. I think the red is more fancy, tho."

"I prefer the black one."

"Should we get Osc to see the winner?" Lando nodded.

"I'm sure he's with me, but if makes you feel better, sure." He got his clothes and threw them in the bed along with his other stuff. As he changed, I laid on my bed face down to reach my phone that was charging, and called Osc.

"Hey, pretty." Osc answered, putting his phone somewhere.

"Hey, handsome. I have a fashion problem, can you come here?"

"Lando didn't help?"

"He did, but I want to double-check." Lando laid on top of me, picking up my phone and putting on speaker.

"She doesn't trust my fashion decisions, Osc!"

"I don't blame her, I'll be there in a bit, I just need to put my clothes on."

"I'm really stylish, you guys don't understand the vision."

"Thank you, Osc, love you!"

"Love you too, baby." He finished the call, and I looked at Lando, and he looked at me.

"Hi." Lan said with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Can you please get up."

"Why? You don't like to be close to your bestie?" He asked, letting his body fall even closer to mine.

"I love being next to you, you know that, but we kinda need to get ready, and you don't even have a shirt on." Lan was so close that everything I could breathe in was his perfume, and I wasn't mad about it.

"It's not like we have a time to be there, come on, girl, live a little." He said, putting his chin on my shoulder.

"Are you OK?"

"Why?"

"You're too clingy today."

"I'm not... maybe a little bit." I chucked.

"Lan, please." He stopped for a second and then looked at me.

"Please? You never said please to me, you normally just punch your way out."

"I'm just being nice, I can punch you if you want." As I said that, the door opened, and Osc came in the room. He looked at us and chucked.

"Should I come back later?"

"No, stay and help me to get this man off me." I said, and Osc came closer.

"It looks very comfy."

"It is."

"I can't with two v one right now." I said giving up and laying fully on the bed. Oscar ran his finger through my hair, moving it out of my face.

"Come on, we won the constructors ship, you should be nice with us today."

"I'm always nice." I closed my eyes in a dramatic manner and I felt Lan lower himself a bit more to leave a kiss on my cheek, but I didn't move, continuing my drama.

"We know, but today is especial." Osc said as Lando distributed more kisses on my face, but he didn't stop there, he made his way down my neck, making me have goosebumps.

"Lan, stop that." I whined, I didn't really want him to stop, but I didn't know if this was where he wanted to go, and Osc is just in front of us.

"Don't whine like that." He got off me, rolling to lay by my side. Osc chucked looking at Lan.

"You broke Lando." I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was laying just like me, clearly trying to hide his little Lando. I laughed.

"Lan...?"

"What?" He said, hiding his face on the mattress.

"Do you like when I whine?" I teased him.

"Come on, don't tease me if you aren't going to sit on my face." Osc laughed and looked at me.

"Are you going to let the poor boy go to a party like this?" Since when Oscar stopped being the shy boy he always was?

"Are you drunk, Piastri?"

"I had one beer, I'm not drunk, I'm just saying, you could help."

"And you would sit back and look?" I smiled imagining the scene.

"Not a bad idea." He smiled too, looking me in the eyes.

"Not helping!" Lando almost screamed in frustration.

"You like the idea, Lan?"

"Just kill me at this point."

"Answer the question, mate." Oscar said in an almost too demanding way, so much so that Lando looked at him with his eyebrows arched, surprised with the bold move.

"Don't talk like that to me." Lando's voice sounded dark, lower than normal, and he wasn't demanding, he was ordering, the "don't do this to me" Lando was out of the window in a second.

"Like what?" Osc said pretending to not understand.

"Oh, like what?" He got up off the bed and pulled Osc to stand up, he grabbed Oscar's face with one of his hands. "Like you fucking can tell me what to do, you can't." I sat on the bed to see the scene better.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that." The smile on his face... was obvious that he meant it, but Lan knew that all too well.

"You two are going to be the death of me." He shook his head and let go of Oscar's face, his white skin was now red from Lando's grip. "And to answer the question..." He looked at Oscar. "Sit back and look, do not cut for me, Osc." I crawled to them and kneeled on the bed by their side.

"So... we are doing this, or you got me wet for nothing?" I asked, making both of them look at me.

"Are you sure?" Lando asked, and I nodded, he looked at Oscar.

"I'm in." Osc answered before being asked anything.

"OK then." He signed to me with his head, and Oscar knew what to do. Oscar's hands went to my waist quickly, pulling me closer to him, he kissed me like he wanted this for a long time. My hands wandered to his neck, scratching it a bit, which made him moan against my lips.

"If I knew you two would like the idea so much, I would've suggested it before." Lando pulled me back by my hair just to kiss me too, his kiss definitely more violent than Oscar's.

"I thought our pretty girl would think it was too much, but I have never been so wrong." Osc said, and I looked at him when Lan moved away from me.

"I would never say no to my two best friends."

"Let's stop yapping? We have a party to attend to." He said, pulling Osc to a kiss. I reached to his belt to unbuckle it, and open his jeans.

"I'll stop yapping if you fuck my mouth." I said.

"I like the idea." He said against Osc lips, before turning to help me take off his jeans.

"If I knew we were doing this, I would've come here before changing." Osc whined.

"Just take it off and stop complaining." Lando said and Oscar did exactly what he said, as Lan gathered my hair in a ponytail, bringing my lips to his dick. "Fuck." He moaned, breathing a little heavier. I felt Oscar's hands on roaming my body, as Lan fucked my mouth.

"I've dreamed with this moment." He opened the zip off my dress, letting it fall on the bed, what left me only in my panties. "I hope you don't care about this." He said before ripping it out of me.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Lando said, drying some of the tears on my face as he pushed himself deeper in my throat. Oscar's hand went to my ass, and he squeezed it, he lowered his face and left a couple kisses on my back. His mouth got lower and lower, till I could feel his tongue on my clit, I moan against Lando, that did the same in response to it. 0sc is good with his mouth, it felt so good that I was feeling my arms fail me.

"Stay up, pretty." Oscar said holding me and pressed his dick on me. I pulled my head away from Lan.

"Please, fuck me! Pretty, please."

"I can't say no to this." He pressed his tip in my pussy, entering me painfully slowly.

"Please, Osc." I whined as he began to move slowly.

"I fucking love when you whine." Lando said pulling my hair making me look up. "Oh god, you look good as fuck like this." He looked at Oscar and smiled. "You both look good as hell." I got back to suck Lan, listening to his moans.

"You should see you, mate." Osc said, making Lan chuckle as he tries to keep his breathing steady.

"I think we're past the mate stage, Osc."

"I won't call you baby." Osc said, and Lan pulled him to make out over me.

"You can do better." Lan whispered.

"Fuck." Oscar's voice sound weak, his hand reached to my clit, making moan even more.

"Come on..." Lan moaned in a lower voice. "I'm going to cum." He tried to pull away, but I pushed my face against him. "You want me to cum in your mouth?" I nodded slightly. "You two will really be the death of me." He pushed himself to the back of my throat and I could fell his seeds going down my throat, he pulled back letting me breath.

"Lan..." I whined with my eyes closed, Osc pulled against his chest and kissed me, felling Lando's taste on it. Right after I came on Oscar's dick. "Osc, oh god!" He held me up not letting me fall to the bed.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He whispered against my neck.

"Inside."

"Are you sure?" I nodded weakly.

"Use your words, pretty."

"Yes, I'm sure, please."

"That's better." He said and finally let himself cum inside of me. Lando came closer to us and kissed both of us, and I hugged his neck not letting him go away.

"Are you OK, baby?" Lando asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, better than ever."

"And you Osc?"

"Perfecly fine, you?" Lando smiled and nodded.

"I'm fine." He stopped for a second, looking at both of us like he didn't want to forget our faces right now. "If I say that I love both of you, that will be weird?"

"If it is, we're two weirdos." Osc said playing with Lando's curls.

"I would said three weirdos." Lando smiled.

"We have a party to go, after that we can talk a bit better." Oscar nodded.

"But first we all need a shower." I nodded.

"That will be nice." We got off of bed, Osc never letting go of me. We got into the bathroom, that looked crowded right now.

"Lan, can you?" Osc pointed to the shower with his head. Lando opened the shower and looked at Osc.

"Lan?"

"You said we're over the mate stage."

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When Your Love is Too Much | Pt4

P1 Pt2 Pt3

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The knock came at dusk. Not loud. Not frantic. Just two soft, uncertain taps against the wood- like whoever stood on the other side wasn’t sure they were allowed to knock at all.

Chan was in the hallway when he heard it. He froze. The air went still. His heartbeat stalled in his chest, heavy and sick.

He didn’t call out. Didn’t move right away. Because part of him was terrified.

What if it wasn’t you?

Worse- what if it was?

Eventually, he stepped forward. Wordlessly, like he was afraid words might break whatever chance he had left.

He opened the door.

And there you were.

Bag slung over your shoulder. Hoodie pulled up. Paler than he remembered. Smaller. Like hurt had carved itself into your posture. But your eyes- those hadn’t changed.

And it nearly brought him to his knees.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You didn’t need to say anything.

Because then:

“Y/N!”

Jisung’s voice cracked through the silence like glass shattering. He bolted toward you, crashing into your arms with all the weight of someone who’d been breaking in your absence.

He didn’t even try to stop crying. Didn’t pretend. He just held on.

The rest came in a blur.

Jeongin wrapped himself around your waist, forehead pressed to your shoulder. “I thought you left us,” he whispered. “Forever.”

Felix was shaking. He didn’t move at first. Just stared, stunned, until finally he reached out like you were something delicate- something he didn’t deserve to touch. When he stepped into the hug, he buried his face in your neck. His fingers trembled where they clutched your sleeve.

Minho didn’t speak. He just brushed your hair gently, like trying to soothe something he knew he’d helped damage. While Changbin just squeezed you hand and Hyunjin just rested his head on you.

Seungmin came last. Quiet. Slow. He didn’t reach for you immediately. He stood in front of you and looked you in the eyes. Then, his arms came around your shoulders, and he whispered, "You didn’t deserve any of it. Not a second."

They held you like they were trying to put something back together. But it wasn’t fixed. Not yet.

Because Chan hadn’t moved.

He was still standing a few feet away. Hands clenched. Eyes glassy. Guarded- not because he didn’t care. But because he did. Too much. And he didn’t know how to carry that without breaking since he felt guilty for letting everything get to this. 

The stress, the walls, the emotional build up-

When the others stepped back, and you finally looked at him- really looked- he stepped forward.

Each step was slow. Careful. Like he thought the floor might give out beneath him.

He didn’t say your name.

He just held something out to you. A small, worn leather journal. Its edges frayed. Corners bent. Pages sticking out where too many entries had been crammed in.

"Before anything else," he said, voice cracking, "please read this."

You took it with shaking hands. It felt heavier than it looked.

It was the notes Chan always wrote. Was always flipping through. 

He always scribbled lyrics or song and albums ideas in it. 

You flipped to the first page. The writing was messy. Familiar. Desperate with his ideas. 

But then you saw a highlighted line.

She brought Felix ginger tea without being asked. He didn’t tell anyone his throat hurt. She just knew.

Then on another page another.

She stayed late to help Jeongin study. Skipped dinner. Her own test was the next day.

And another.

I yelled at Felix in frustration. She stepped between us. Said she didn’t like it when we fought. I told her I’d do better.

Page after page. Moment after moment. Things you didn’t think anyone noticed.

Y/N didn’t talk much today since she felt ill. But she still brought coffee. Still folded the laundry. Still smiled.

She brought ITZY gift bags. Yeji said they'll steal her. They can try.

Then, the tone shifted. The ink got shakier. 

When everyone was stressed.

Y/N bought us all lunch today. This comeback is stressful but the food was yummy I can actually think now.

Y/N suggested I change the melody for our title track but the lyrics were for her and the melody is her personified so maybe not haha. Everything is so stressful but Y/N is making it better for us.

Then the day and days after.

Change the lyrics for B-side Y/N gifts?

Ask Y/N about harmonies on newest track.

Girl groups keep trying to steal her haha

Ask Y/N about harmonies- where is Y/N??

I hope shes safe.

Need to make it up.

I miss her.

Seungmin asked when shes coming back. I don't know.

Its been long...

You closed the book.

"You saw me," you whispered.

Chan looked like he was barely holding it together. "I did. We did. We just didn’t show it. Or maybe we didn’t know how. You gave love so big we didn’t believe it was real. And we let you carry us until you collapsed."

"You guys basically called me too much." You croaked.

"We did, Y/N. And we can't take that back but- but the truth? You weren’t too much. You are never too much. We are just too little. I didn’t know how to accept the kind of love you give. And it's obvious I don't know how to give it back. But I want to learn. Please." He said quietly, tears streaming down his face. 

Your lip trembled.

And then Jisung appeared beside you, dragging a glitter-covered poster and sniffling like a kid.

"I know it’s dumb," he said, voice warbling, "but I made an acrostic. And the guys said it was stupid, but I don’t care. You’re you, and this is me, and we’re us, and I thought you'd at least appreciate it- anyways I’m gonna read it."

He cleared his throat, then shouted through his tears:

"H.Y.P.E.R.S.U.N.S.H.I.N.E. by Han Jisung." He cleared his throat again, already earning a wobbly smile.

"H - Hope. You gave it when we didn’t deserve it. Y - You. Only you. Never replaceable. P - Patient. Even when we were impossible. E - Extra. In the best, most beautiful way. Like whipped cream. And a cherry on top. R - Radiant. You made everything brighter. S - Soft. But strong enough to hold us all. U - Unbreakable. Even when we cracked you. N - Not too much. Never. Not even close. S - Steady. The only thing that was. H - Healing. Just by being here. I - Important. To us. To everything. N - Needed. More than we realized. E - Everything. That’s what you are."

"Jisung you're a lyricist yet you wrote this?" You laughed, the sound a little watery. "You- you idiot-" You couldn't hold it back anymore and you began to cry.

Not the polite kind. The broken kind. The kind you’d held in too long.

Seungmin handed you a folder tears of his own burning his eyes.

"We thought that maybe we should put this together. Maybe you needed to see that the only thing that was too much, was the amount of times we failed to show you just how much the things you did for us meant- how many times we didn't say thank you..."

Inside: 8 pages. Each labeled with a name and filled to the the edges with scribbled lines.

She noticed I skipped lunch and left a granola bar. No note. Just kindness.

She remembered my cousin was moving abroad. Sent me a dumb dog meme so I wouldn’t cry alone.

She watched my dance practice and said “I’m proud of you.” I didn’t know how much I needed that.

Felix stepped forward with a polaroid.

You. In the center. All of them laughing around you.

"Our first night as a group," he said. "Our family. Before we forgot how to show you that you're the heart and soul of it all Y/N-ie."

Then Chan dropped.

Not like in the movies. Not graceful.

His legs just gave out.

"I’m not asking you to forgive us," he whispered hands on his knees. "I’m begging you to let us try. To prove that we can be better. That we can carry you the way you’ve always carried us. That we can love you right. Not loudly. Consistently. We can love you as much as you love us."

The waterworks began again.

"I wasn’t trying to be dramatic. I just… I felt like a burden. I left to make you mad. I thought that’d make you care."

"You should never have had to disappear to be heard," Hyunjin said, kneeling beside Chan.

"You weren’t too much," Minho added, falling to his knees as well. "We just weren’t enough."

One by one, they knelt. Heads bowed. Hands shaking.

"You don’t have to hold us all the time anymore," Jeongin whispered. "This time let us hold you."

"Let us deserve you." Seungmin said.

Silence fell.

Not heavy.

Holy.

You dropped to your knees. And this time, when they surged toward you, you surged towards them as well.

You didn’t smile to make them feel better. You didn’t shrink. You didn’t apologize for your absence.

You let yourself be loved.

Because they finally understood:

You weren’t too much. You were the reason they were still whole.

And now, finally, they were ready to be whole with you.

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A few days later: You were in the studio, braiding Felix's hair into pigtails when a sinking feeling suddenly hit you. "Where's Minho?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

No one heard the door.

One second the Enhypen dorm was its usual barely-functioning chaos- Sunoo harmonizing with the microwave beeps, Ni-ki peeling a tangerine with cartoonish focus, and Jake staring into his phone camera trying to get the perfect selfie. The next second, Lee Minho was sitting at the kitchen table.

Perfectly still. Perfectly composed. Wearing black-on-black.

And holding a mug that read, in bold, unshakable lettering: WORLD'S MOST TIRED DAD.

Ni-ki spotted him first.

The tangerine fell from his hands with a soft splat.

"Su-Sunbaenim?!" he squawked, half-tripping over himself into the counter.

Minho didn’t look up. Just sipped his mug. Calmly. Like he had been there for hours.

"Riki. Sit."

Ni-ki turned to flee-

But his teammates were already abandoning ship. Jungwon poked his head in the kitchen, made eye contact, then backed away whispering what sounded like, “You’re on your own.”

Heeseung muttered a prayer and vanished. Sunghoon left so quickly he took the gallon of juice he was pouring by mistake. Jake stared at the scene for three solid seconds before he whispered, "Nope," and went to hide in the bathroom.

Jay and Sunoo left out the front door.

Ni-ki turned back towards the table. Minho was now patting the chair across from him.

With the slowness of someone being summoned to their doom, Ni-ki sat.

Minho placed his mug down with eerie grace. Folded his hands. Finally looked up.

His expression was unreadable. But his eyes- his eyes were the kind that had seen things. Calculated things. Possibly arranged an underground hit...

"You and Y/N are close."

Ni-ki nodded cautiously. "Yes. I mean- yes? In a very respectful, emotionally cautious way. Gentle. Responsible. Possibly affectionate. There may potentially be romantic feelings between us that have not yet been verbally confirmed due to external company circumstances that I do not have control of, but I would categorize them as mutual and tender, not chaotic. And something I take extremely seriously and will continue to cherish and pursue until it is accepted by the uppers of management." He stuttered.

"You speak quite elogentley for someone I've heard skipped out on his education."

"I feel very much under pressure to give a good impression s-sir." He said trembling slightly.

Why do I feel like one wrong move and I'm absolutely done for?

Minho blinked. Once. Then twice.

Then, without a word, he reached into his hoodie pocket and unfolded a printout. A full-color screenshot. He slid it across the table like evidence in a court trial.

Jake's story from when you had stayed over.

You and Ni-ki on the couch. Laughing. Draped over one another in a tangle of comfort and codependency. Your legs across his lap. His arm slung low. Smiles too soft. Proximity too close. The timestamp damning.

Minho tapped the paper. "This is not neutral positioning."

Ni-ki squeaked. "I swear it was nothing more than cuddling! I swear on it!"

Minho inhaled. Set his elbows on the table. Leaned in slowly.

"I understand how you've come to have feelings for Y/N. How could you not when our Y/N is so perfect. Our entire family is so proud. She is truly perfect, but Riki," he said, voice low, calm, and ice-cold, "Y/N is my daughter. Not biologically. Not legally. But spiritually. Existentially. Cosmically."

Ni-ki could feel his ancestors holding their breath.

"She’s sunshine wrapped in loyalty," Minho continued, voice deceptively gentle. "She cries at animal rescue videos and makes everyone birthday playlists. She carries bandaids for other people’s paper cuts. And she keeps us boys from collectively dying of dehydration."

Ni-ki nodded furiously.

"She’s the best person I know," Minho said, his finger slowly circling the rim of his cup. "Which means if you make her sad, I will make you legally disappear."

Ni-ki made a whimpering noise.

Minho tilted his head. His smile was soft. Devastating. Voice raspy if he had just eater a bag full of gravel.

"I know people. With guns. And compromised morals."

"Wh-What?!"

"I also know an accountant who lost one too many games of mahjong."

"Is that supposed to be threatening?"

"Would you like to find out?"

"Def-definitely not si-sir."

"Riki."

Ni-ki snapped straight up. "Y-yes sunbaenim?"

"What does she order at Gongcha?"

"Half sugar, 30% ice, oolong milk tea, double pearls."

"Her favorite Studio Ghibli film?"

"Whisper of the Heart. But she tells people it's Howl's Moving Castle to avoid conversations."

"The exact location of the pressure point behind her left shoulder that seizes up when she sleeps funny?"

Ni-ki raised his hand and pointed precisely.

Minho sat back. Nodded. "You live another day. And maybe just maybe I'll let you call me hyung."

"Thank you, sunbaen- I mean Hyung."

"But if she so much as frowns because of you?"

"I will throw myself into oncoming traffic."

"If she cries?"

"I will hand you the knife to end me."

Minho stood.

Smoothed down his hoodie. Picked up his mug and took one final sip.

"I see you understand." He says placing his mug down with a firm pound.

His phone rung and he answered it in a bright cheery voice.

"Y/N-ah!...Yes yes I'm coming back to the studio I just went out to grab you your favorite snack...What do you mean you had a cold sinking feeling?...I would never...Do you want me to pick you up some pudding too?...Mhm...of course my child...I'll see you soon. I love you too Y/N-ie tell Seungmin to grab the nice spoons...Alright bye bye." He hung up and paused in the doorway looking back, his demeanor back to being cold as he paused in the doorway.

"She likes her toast slightly burnt. She pretends she hates mint chocolate but it is her favorite. Her left earbud is static-y unless you flick it twice and she likes her eggs over hard without the slightest semblance of a runny yolk."

Ni-ki, breathless and reverent: "Understood."

And just like that, Minho opened the door- which no one saw him enter through- and left.

From that day on, Ni-ki never picked you up without also bringing Minho a cup of pudding. Never dropped you off without a bow to his Hyung who always seemed to be watching. 

Because he was.

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[rosemaryhoney27]

Danny Needs a Girlfriend Part 2

Dani floated away from that rooftop like she had just won the paranormal lottery.

Cassandra Cain had taken the picture.

Which meant there was now a non-zero chance that Dani’s ghosty dork of a brother would finally stop moping around and maybe—just maybe—find someone who could appreciate his weird, self-sacrificing, half-dead nonsense without demanding he be more, or less, or someone else entirely.

Her job wasn’t done, though. No, no. This was just Phase One: Introduction.

Meanwhile, back in Amity Park, Danny Phantom was being tackled through a wall by a sludge ghost named Goopinator Maximus (self-named, and tragically so). He blasted the ghost into a containment ring with an exhausted grunt and muttered, “I am way too single for this.”

Then his phone buzzed.

[1 New Message from: Dani 👻💅]

“So hypothetically… if a gorgeous martial arts goddess maybe saw a picture of you and didn’t immediately laugh, would you be mad at me?”

Danny stared. Blinked.

Then typed back:

“Dani, what did you do.”

Back in Gotham, Cass stared at the photo Dani had given her.

Danny, midair, holding a glowing thermos in one hand, his white hair wild and crackling with energy. He looked like a ghost and a star and a total goofball all at once.

There was something in his eyes, though—fierce, tired, good.

Cassandra didn’t trust people easily. Words were hard, and intentions even harder. But she could read bodies, and that picture told her a story.

A protector. A fighter. Someone who carried too much but stood tall anyway.

She slipped the photo into her coat and went on with her patrol, but her thoughts kept drifting back.

Two days later, Danny was hovering outside FentonWorks with a half-eaten burger when a shadow dropped silently onto the roof beside him.

He whirled. “Who—?”

Then paused.

“Wait. Are you… Black Bat?!”

Cass gave a small nod.

Danny blinked. “Did Gotham explode? Are you here to fight someone? Wait, is Batman here?!”

Cass said nothing.

Instead, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a slightly bent photo.

Danny recognized it instantly.

“…Oh no,” he muttered. “She didn’t.”

Cass tilted her head. “You’re real?”

“Uh. Yeah. Mostly,” Danny said, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, I died once. Technically twice. But I got better?”

A pause.

Then Cass gave him the tiniest smile. “You make grilled cheese?”

Danny stared at her for a second. Then let out a bewildered, incredulous laugh.

“I do. It’s kind of a specialty.”

“Good,” she said, and sat cross-legged on the roof like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Danny hovered awkwardly for a second, then sat down beside her.

“…You wanna talk about how you met my sister?”

Cass shook her head.

“Fair.”

Another pause.

Danny offered her the other half of his burger.

She took it.

From the shadows below, Dani grinned.

Phase Two: Initiate Soft Boy Vibes. Commencing Operation: Ghost Bat Romance.

She could already smell wedding cake.

[decayingearf]

his brothers bestfriend ll.

✗ warnings; none really (sfw), fluffy, slight use of the n - word (blk reader only)

synopsis; maybe you do like stack? you’re not really sure but you know you feel something for him. wc: 786

[a/n: read this with “be with you” by beyonce or you have no vision! thank you for 200 followers <3]

upon arriving at stacks house, you’re yet again greeted by him and smoke smoking in the front yard.

“good thing them pajamas” stack nodded towards your shorts which were a bit too short. “i told you i was tired, threw on whatever i could find” you shrugged as he shook his head exhaling the smoke from his mouth, “i ain’ complainin’ , far from it” he responded causing elijah to kick him as if to say ‘really?’.

“you spendin’ the night?” your friend asked to which you looked at stack, “i’ont know, he wanted me to come over here, so” you shifted all weight to one side. “yeah she stayin’ , we gettin’ kinda serious like that” elias spoke flashing a grin that allowed you to see his grill.

you blank stare him before grabbing your overnight bag and carrying it into the house—stack and smoke following.

once you make it into the living room you drop your bag and sit on the couch with a sigh. “how was work?” elias asked from the kitchen. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’re having deja vu.

“tiresome, lord i needa massage” you say rolling your neck to relive some of the tension in your muscles. “i told you baby, im multi-talented” he teased as smoke just rolled his eyes. “this why she ain’ wanna talk to yo ass in highschool” to which you softly laughed at, “yeah but she gave that bum ass nigga a chance, i knew i’d treat her better than him”.

you just rolled your eyes at his cockiness. he just let out a hearty laugh as he and smoke approached the couch.

you got a facetime call after about ten minutes. it was your friend, jasmine. “hey,” she dragged the vowel before seeing you weren’t at your house, “where you at?” she spoke in a accusatory tone with a teasing smirk.

you just laughed and flipped the phone over to face smoke before it returns to facing you “oh you at a ‘appointment’” “girl no, wrong twin ‘nd im not sleeping with him”

“could’ve fooled me, i seen his story the other day—yall look close” she taunted with a knowing smile causing you to shake your head in disagreement.

time went on and you eventually ended up falling asleep. to other people, it’s weird that you fell asleep at your guy friends house but, you knew it wasn’t him you had to worry about.

stack came downstairs to find you out like a light. his once hardened expression, softened. if you could see him now you would see that he really did care about you. you meant more to him than himself sometimes.

he made his way to the front of the couch picking you up and carrying you upstairs. once in his room, he placed you on the bed and under the comforter.

his bed. his comforter.

the next morning you wake up checking your surroundings. you seen pictures and such that could indicate it’s either of their rooms.

only thing to differentiate the two being, the scent of that cologne you grew to hate.

you were in elias’ room. oh my gosh, did yall—?

before you could get up to go find him, he swayed out of the bathroom. (ifykyk) “good mornin’” he spoke with a soft smirk.

the smirk, the lack of a shirt, the gold glint in his mouth. whew.

“i ain’ do nothin’ to ya..ain’ that kinda man” he cleared up as if he was reading your mind. “good” you nodded still slightly groggy, “i did sleep in here wit’ ya but, i kept my distance” he followed up with.

“i didn’t mean to fall asleep over here last night” you told “i didn’t mind, i like knowing where you at” he rebutted.

lord knows it was too early to be feeling like this. like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“i can drop you off at work if you want” he muttered noticing your wondering gaze, “nah i got errands to run today” you stated still very clearly eyeing him up and down. stack chuckled “my eyes are up here darlin’”.

you mocked a laugh before sitting up to get out of bed. in two short steps he’s in front of you, “mama,” he cooed. the softest you’ve seen him in a while “hm?” “cmere” he demanded gently before hugging you.

the hug lasted for what felt like forever. “text me when you home..alright?” to which you only nodded and replied “okay”.

you practically melted. seeing elias all soft was something foreign for sure.

lets just say, that car ride felt like a high you can never reach again.

it’s like a high, i can’t come down from you.

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[narcjsistx]

i’ll just say sae itoshi x "what if the current version of you met the future version of you?"

angst start but a happy ending <3 TRUST ME GUYS TRUST

The fights weren’t the end of the world — you knew that perfectly well. You’d been together for almost two years, and you’d argued a million times before, but this time you felt a heavier weight on your heart. Maybe it was because things hadn’t been easy for either of you lately. He had just come back home from a tour in Italy — one that had exhausted him more than usual, dragging him through some of the most remote places in the country for nearly three months — and most importantly, far from you. You, on the other hand, had just failed an university exam. You’d get the chance to retake it in a few weeks, but all the stress had been for nothing

Three months apart, the tension you both carried, and Sae’s return home had sparked one of the biggest arguments you’d had in a long time — all just a few days after he got back

For four days now, the house had been completely silent. You only spoke when necessary: he would go out to train even when he didn’t need to, and you preferred eating at the restaurant downstairs rather than sitting across from him. The words you had thrown at each other had been harsh — definitely not true, but absolutely devastating for both of you

You still shared the same bed, but it wasn’t the same anymore: Sae no longer pulled you close, no longer kissed the back of your neck, no longer showed you affection — and neither did you. It felt like he was still thousands of kilometres away — only this time, you saw him in real life, not through a phone screen. By the second day, you had already planned to talk to him and clear things up, but his stubborn pride, mixed with your own, kept you silent. You knew things would get better eventually — probably in just a few more days — but by now, you felt so overwhelmed that you didn’t know what else to do except cry in silence. You knew he was in pain too like you, but why was it so hard for him to speak about this?

It wasn’t the end of your relationship — and yet, it felt like the beginning of the downfall. What if all of this was actually the beginning of your breakup? Why now, just when you had started talking about more serious things, like marriage?

It’s just around dinnertime when you hear something crash in the living room — like the entire bookshelf had fallen over. There hadn’t been any tremors or earthquakes in the past few minutes… so how could that have happened?

You rush into the living room, noticing Sae stepping out of the bedroom — probably with the same question on his mind. You exchange a brief glance, but you’re the first to look away, turning toward the center of the room, where the bookshelf is, in fact, perfectly intact. Except… lying on the floor are an older version of your boyfriend — is he still your boyfriend? — and an older version of yourself. You take a step back, covering your mouth with both hands as you stare at the scene in front of you. The older version of Sae is the first to stand, reaching out a hand to help the older you to her feet. She rises and steps to his side, and he wraps an arm around her waist — only then seeming to realize where they’ve ended up

"I can’t believe it actually worked. That bastard from Bastard München really is a magician"

"That’s why they call him the Magician! Although, umh… it’s weird seeing you this young"

"Are you saying I’ve aged?"

"Only by, like… ten years"

You stare at both of them in complete shock, while Sae steps forward, placing himself slightly in front of you — shielding you, almost, as if concerned for your safety or simply overwhelmed by the situation unfolding before his eyes. The older versions of yourselves turn in your direction, and the older you walks forward, passing by your Sae and gently taking your hands in hers. You just stare at her, still stunned

"Oh my god, it’s so weird seeing myself this young! My hair looked really good like this, didn’t it, Sae?" the woman says, and both Saes turn to look at her — the older one nodding, while the younger casts a slightly jealous glance at his future self. The scene makes you chuckle a little, but your attention shifts back to the older version of yourself. She’s not that different from how you look now, but it’s clear she’s a few years older, with slightly more defined features. She smiles warmly, gently letting go of your hands and walking over to the couch, where she sits down. She alternates her gaze between you and your present-day Sae, genuinely curious

"What’s wrong? Did you sleep badly last night?" she asks, but her Sae comes closer, sitting beside her and sighing "I think we’ve landed in that phase when we used to fight all the time. Look how awkward they both are" he says, and you take a step forward "We don’t fight every day-" you mutter, embarrassed, but your Sae just shrugs "Almost" he says, and you turn to glare at him. The older you chuckles, curling up closer to her Sae "We haven’t changed at all" she says. You sigh, awkwardly

The more you look at them, the more they seem like the perfect couple — the kind you and your boyfriend aren’t right now. How can the same people be so different in such a short time? They’re just... stronger. You can see it in the way they simply sit next to each other, while you can barely speak to your Sae at all. The older Sae looks at you, slightly puzzled, then gestures for you to sit down. You do as he says — almost as if this weren’t your own home — and your Sae only sits when the older you takes his hand and gently places him beside you. It feels strange to have him this close again after days of silence… and yet, at the same time, it feels so good — like finally being able to breathe after holding your breath underwater for too long. You rest your hands on your lap, hesitant, but Sae doesn’t seem to hesitate at all — he places a hand on your thigh, a gesture he would never normally make unless the situation was something… unusual, like this

The older you chuckles softly while you try to collect yourself, clearing your throat "So… you’re us, but… adults?" you ask uncertainly, still struggling to understand how any of this is even possible. The older you nods "We’re the version of you from ten years in the future" she says, and her Sae nods in agreement "We’re thirty" he says it clearly and concisely — a trait that clearly hasn’t faded over the years. You notice how your Sae is watching them the same way he studies matches, like he’s trying to analyze something impossible "Are you still together?" he asks, and the question tightens something in your throat. If he asked that question, he probably doesn’t believe in your future together — and that just confirms your theory about the start of your decline. You lower your gaze, feeling a bit sad, when you hear the older Sae’s words "Are we still together? We’ve been married for years" he says

Both you and your Sae lift your heads, clearly surprised. You look at each other, and only then do you notice the beautiful ring encircling your ring finger — the same one that the older Sae is wearing. Your cheeks automatically flush as the older you seems to notice your surprise "What’s wrong? Are you surprised to be married?" she asks affectionately. You shake your head "It’s not that I’m surprised by that, it’s just — it’s strange to actually see it, not just imagine it or talk about it" you say awkwardly. The older you nods "It’s normal. It happened three years ago, so seven years from now… but it’s something we both wanted. I definitely didn’t put up with this stubborn head for years just to end up without a ring on my finger" she says, kissing her husband’s hand. You find yourself a little caught up in her playful tone — something that clearly hasn’t changed. Your Sae looks genuinely confused but shrugs "Married? Is that all? Isn’t there anything else to know about our future?" he asks, and his words hit you once again — so cold, somehow. The older Sae seems to notice this, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulders "Well, it’s not just that. I’d avoid telling you about having three kids, winning the Champions League, and the Ballon d’Or, but if you want to know…" he says nonchalantly. This time, it’s Sae who’s left speechless, while you find yourself lingering on the part about having children. You instinctively look down at your stomach, shifting your gaze between it and Sae’s face, imagining what mini versions of him and you might hypothetically be like

You see how the smiles on their faces suddenly become more amused — even on adult Sae’s face. You swallow a lump in your throat, noticing that your Sae still hasn’t recovered "Kids?" you ask innocently, and the adult you nods "Three, two boys and a little girl we had recently. You’ll have to work a bit before getting there, but trust me, they’re wonderful" she says affectionately, and your heart warms a little. You’re about to speak when Sae interrupts you "Are they healthy? Are they okay?" he asks, and, surprised, the adult you nods happily "All three are doing well, in excellent health" she says

"There is anything else we should know?” you ask, pressing your lips together. The two of them look at each other for a few seconds, then turn back to you and shake their heads "Probably not. It wouldn’t make sense to tell you more and spoil a story you still have to live through" says the adult you, and you nod, though a bit thoughtfully. Her words are certainly true and reasonable, and yet you find yourself wanting to know the story ahead of time. It’s a bit of a difficult moment, and having some reassurance would help — but asking too much wouldn’t make sense. You know they’re standing here in front of you, but what truly confirms that it will actually turn out this way? That the arguments before won’t become too much, to the point where you can no longer bear each other’s presence? What can truly reassure you that you and your Sae will become the version standing here now?

"Excuse me for a second..." you say, getting up quickly and disappearing as you head toward the kitchen. You enter and close the door behind you, leaning against a cabinet as you hold your head: the doubts have been eating you alive for days — too many words thought but never spoken, slowly piling up in your mind, which is gradually becoming a crowded, overflowing space. You know that Sae loves you, but at the same time, you wonder — how much longer can he keep loving you? How much longer can you keep loving him before you finally break? How much time do you have left before you start to hate each other? You’ll never become those people…

"Hey, am I interrupting?" asks a deeper-than-usual male voice. You look up to see the adult version of your boyfriend standing in the doorway, looking a little embarrassed. Wiping away the few tears that fell, you shake your head "No, go ahead. Sorry for the sorry state I’m in" you say, sounding a bit pathetic, but he closes the door behind him "I only find you pathetic when you doubt yourself. You were the most beautiful woman in the world, even drenched in sweat while giving birth to our son" he says, and though that moment hasn’t come yet, a warm feeling spreads in your heart. He seems aware of the weight of his words and clears his throat "Too much?" he asks, and you offer a small smile "Just surprised. Don’t worry" you say this, sitting down on the chair. He nods, looking around "Do you argue often?" he asks, and you reluctantly nod "Lately, yes. It’s like… like we don’t understand each other anymore, and then I look at you two and wonder how that’s even possible" you say innocently, resting your head on the table. He chuckles, sitting down across from you "I used to wonder the same thing back then, and I still do now. The more I see you, the more I wonder what you saw in me, this bundle of pride and inability to express his feelings" he says, and honestly, it makes you laugh a little

He looks relieved as he gazes at you more seriously "Listen, I know what you’re thinking. I used to think the same every time we argued back then, I was just less able to show it. It hurts me to see you so rarely, especially when the little time we have is spent not talking, but things have gotten better. When two people truly love each other, they find a way together. We’ve found it a million times before, and we still do now. You think we never argue in the future?" he asks, and you shake your head "It’s impossible that you fight, you’re so close. You’re really the opposite of what we are now" you say, despondent, and he shakes his head "We still argue, often more harshly. Everyone has their limits, their struggles, their provocations. We hate each other when we need to, but she, you, are always the woman I’ve chosen to spend the rest of my life with because I don’t think anyone could give me more than what you give me every day" he says it sincerely

"She saw something in me that no one else ever even tried to see, a version of me off the field, a Sae who loves falling asleep holding his wife whenever he gets the chance. She’s the one I live for, work for, the reason I can just be myself. I’ve probably gotten even worse since she became my wife, if I was protective before, now I even glare at Rin if he looks at her too long during family dinners" he says, and you chuckle "You and Rin… have you gotten better?" you ask, and he nods "We’re still brothers, off the field. Resentment turns into something else once you finally learn how to talk"

You stay silent for a moment, letting his words settle as you think them over. In the past, you always managed to find a way — through all kinds of situations — reaching compromises, but never breaking apart. You know how words can carry double meanings, shifting depending on context, and especially on the person hearing them. You’ve both changed since the day you met — grown as individuals, and as a couple — but the love has never changed. You look at the adult Sae, and in his eyes, you see the hundreds of nights where resentment slowly turned into deeper love after misunderstandings. The more you look at him, the more you realize that he is your Sae — just with more awareness

"The way forward… is it always there?" you ask one last time, and he nods "There hasn’t been a single time we didn’t find it. When it doesn’t exist, we create it. When you exist, I can create anything" he says, and a small tear slips down your cheek. You press your lips together, letting out a sigh "Even when we’re tired?" you ask, and he nods again "Especially when we’re tired" he says, and a weight on your shoulders lifts and fades away. You almost start to breathe again, wiping your face and searching for something to say — though, honestly, you think silence might be the best answer. You clear your throat after some time "Is there something you’ve always wanted to say to the younger me?" you ask, and he smiles at you "There is one thing. Small, but important. Thank you"

You stay in the kitchen for what feels like an eternity. The way is always there — always — and even in the past, you managed to create one when it seemed impossible to find. You found it when the matches took him far from home, you found it when your family wasn’t sure about Sae at first, and you found it in the shared desire to scream at each other as much as needed, but never, ever walk away. Your anxieties are valid — but impossible to truly hold onto, not when you have someone like him by your side. As much as he tries to show the world otherwise, Sae Itoshi would probably throw himself off a cliff if you asked him to. You’d do the same — without hesitation — if he were the one asking. The way was found, is found, and will always be found — even when you’re tired, even when you’re lost in the dark. You’ll always find it if you two are the result

When you lift your gaze, the adult Sae is gone. Your breath catches slightly in your throat as you glance around the room, searching for him — only to find your Sae standing in the doorway. Your breath catches in your throat, but you manage to stay calm, even as you notice the same tightness reflected in his expression "Hey" you say, breaking the silence that’s lingered for days. He walks closer and sits down across from you "You okay?" he asks gently, and you nod "Yeah. You?" you ask back, and he nods too "I’m okay if you are"

You both fall silent again, but his hands slowly reach out across the table until they gently wrap around yours. You let out a sigh of relief — one you’ve probably been holding in for far too many days, as your tense muscles begin to relax, slowly, naturally "I missed you" he says in a near whisper, but just loud enough to reach your heart and pull a smile from you "I missed you too. I hate it when we’re like this" you admit, and he nods "I hate not talking to you at all, especially after we’ve already spent so much time apart. But it’s okay… with you, I always want to find a way. It’s okay, even if we spend days in complete silence, as long as the outcome is what matters to me" he says, but his words echo those of the older Sae, but this time it’s your Sae sitting in front of you. You exhale and nod "Me too. Always. Even when we’re tired" you say, and he kisses your knuckles softly "Especially when we’re tired"

In the quiet of the kitchen, both you and Sae let a few tears slip alongside kisses and soft laughter. After days, the house fills with noise again, but the loudest thing of all is a framed photo in the living room: a young married couple kissing on a soccer field — probably right after a game, maybe the Champions League. Their emotions are raw and genuine like their long photographed kiss, especially like the love they share and that surrounds them, most of all coming from the three children at their feet, holding tightly to their legs

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doctor!rafe x gf!reader

“Stay Inside, Baby.”

It happens fast.

Too fast.

One second she’s smiling up at him from the porch—sun-kissed and flushed from running errands in the ninety-degree heat—and the next, her words cut off mid-sentence. She sways, just barely, eyes glazing over. Her body lists forward like she’s falling into him on purpose.

But she doesn’t catch herself.

“Hey—hey, woah, baby,” Rafe says sharply, arms shooting out just in time. She crumples into him like her legs stopped working, her head lolling against his chest, breath shallow and uneven.

His heart seizes.

“Baby,” he says again, firmer now, panic already rising in his chest. “Hey, wake up. Look at me.”

She doesn’t respond. Her skin is clammy. Her body too warm, too limp. He feels the heat radiating off of her like warning signs he should’ve seen earlier.

He scoops her up immediately, his medical instincts kicking in faster than the fear can settle. He’s carried patients like this before—collapsed, overheated, unconscious—but this isn’t a patient. This is her.

His girl.

By the time he lays her on the couch and presses the back of his hand to her forehead, he’s already mentally diagnosing her—heat exhaustion. Low fluids. Probably skipped breakfast. Definitely didn’t drink enough water.

Stubborn. Sweet. Always putting everything before herself.

He grabs a cold towel from the kitchen and presses it gently to her face, murmuring her name over and over again like the repetition alone will anchor her to him. “Come on, baby. You’re okay. You’re okay, but I need you to open those eyes.”

She stirs a little, her body twitching before her lashes flutter.

“There she is,” he breathes, so relieved it hurts. “Hi, honey. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“Rafe?” she whispers, dazed and confused. “What happened?”

“You passed out. You scared the hell out of me.”

Her brow furrows, hand weakly grasping at his. “I’m fine now. Just got too hot.”

He gives her a look. The look. The one that says, Don’t even try me.

“No. You’re not fine. You passed out in my arms. You haven’t been drinking enough water. I’m willing to bet you had one granola bar and iced coffee and called that lunch.”

She tries to sit up. He gently presses her right back down.

“Not a chance. You’re not moving.”

“Rafe…”

“No. No arguing. I’m a doctor. You’re not. And right now, I’m prescribing full rest, fluids, and me not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the damn day.”

She blinks up at him, throat dry. “You’re bossy.”

“You almost collapsed on the porch. You’re lucky all I’m being is bossy.”

He grabs a cold bottle of water, unscrews it, and holds it out to her. When she doesn’t move fast enough, he guides it to her lips himself, eyes watching her every swallow like he’s trying to track her pulse through it.

When she’s done, she leans her head against his shoulder and closes her eyes. “I just wanted to get everything done before you got home…”

“I’d rather come home to a messy house and a healthy girlfriend than see you like that again,” he says, hand cradling the back of her head. “You scared me.”

She’s quiet for a moment, the guilt creeping in.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “Just let me take care of you now.”

So she does. She stays curled into his side, letting him press cold cloths to her skin and feed her sips of water and mutter things like “reckless little thing” under his breath even as his hands never stop being gentle.

And even hours later, when the color has returned to her face and the headache has started to fade, he still refuses to let her up.

“Rafe, I feel better. I swear.”

“Baby,” he says, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders and tucking her against his chest. “You’re not leaving this house until I say so. In fact, you’re not leaving this couch. I’ll get your laptop if you want. I’ll bring snacks. I’ll even let you put on that trash reality show you like. But you’re not going anywhere.”

And with his heartbeat in her ear, his arms around her, and his voice soft and stubborn, she doesn’t really want to.

Not when she has everything she needs—right here.

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