#so he knows when to step back and let them handle it

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Mark Grayson x chubby male reader. I know that man loves them plump and chunky (confirmed in the comics 🙏) 100% a soft dom and yeah.

Again, got lost in the sauce. Think this is the last one. Crazy how I went from obsessing over Jason Duval to Mark, wonder who's next, find out in a couple of weeks

I'll see y'all in a month. Enjoy!

Mark loves everything about you: your wonderful personality and your chubby body. So, when your mind starts blabbering about him not loving you, telling you that, why would a man like him be with someone like you, or he's just with you out of pity, Mark shuts that down. He always reassures you that he's in love with you and that nothing is gonna change his mind about it.

Cuddles, sex, and words of affirmation usually work. He'll eliminate those negative thoughts and replace them with positive ones.

You were optimistic in the morning, much better than you were a couple of days ago. It made Mark's body fill with joy as he watched you being you. So, he decided to take you out, let you choose wherever you wanted to go.

...

"This is where you wanted to go?" Mark asked, standing in front of the entrance to the high-end lingerie boutique. It made him wonder what you'll look like wearing sexy pieces of lingerie, or even a thong. The thoughts made his core warm with arousal.

"I'm just curious. Just to browse," you replied, pulling Mark into the boutique.

The boutique itself was lavish; it smelled faintly of rosewater and vanilla, and soft jazz music was playing in the background, with golden lights spilling and shimmering across the satin display. Lacy bras, lingerie sets, and thongs hung delicately on hangers while mannequins were in the center of the store, posing with pieces that were popular to buy.

You began to regret your decision, but decided to push that down and just browse. Mark, on the other hand, was like a kid in a candy store, picking and looking at different pieces of lingerie, especially thongs. Mark thinks you would look stunning in these pieces.

"Come on, babe, you'll look amazing in this!" Mark said as he held out a thong, stretching the piece of fabric with his fingers.

"Mark, my ass will literally fall out, its not made for that," you mumbled, playing the hem of your hoodie as your face was red from the thought of wearing that.

"It is most definitely made for this," Mark said, pulling you closer to his body. His hand rests on your hips, rubbing circles into them as he plays with the thong, his eyes shamelessly roam your body as he already imagines you wearing it. Heat blooms in your body, shifting in Mark's touch as he gives that handsome grin.

"Fine..."

"Yes! We're getting this. And the mesh one. And the red and black set over there." Mark said, pressing a kiss on your forehead before going all over the boutique to find whatever would look good.

Back home, you started to try out the pieces Mark brought. You stood in front of the mirror, examining yourself. Instinctively, you crossed your arms over your stomach. The thong clung to your hips, showing every curve and crevice. Negative thoughts began flooding your head, telling you that this was meant for someone else. Someone better. Someone slimmer.

You couldn't look at yourself anymore. It felt disgusting. You squeezed your love handles, you looked at your pudgy stomach sticking out like a sore thumb, and your man boobs flopping on both sides. How could Mark like this? Wouldn't he want someone better? Maybe Eve? She is slim and beautiful, and they're always together.

"Are you done? I wanna see... hey, hey, why are you crying?" Mark said as he stepped into your room, you jumped as your gaze met his in the mirror. There was concern in Mark's voice as he stood beside, pulling you into his arms. You momentarily forgot about everything. It was nice being in Mark's arms... so warm and comforting, but it came back.

"I look... weird. Too much skin is showing, and this extra... meat," you mumbled, as a tear prickled your eyes, your lips quivering. You gestured towards your love handles, squeezing them.

"You think I don't love that? You don't get it, do you?" Mark mumbled as he leaned down and pressed his lips on your shoulder, his other hand moving down to your waist.

"Get what?"

"You don't get how absolutely obsessed I am with you. This body... Your hips, thighs, and ass... everything about you makes me love you more." Mark groans as he gropes and kneads your flesh. His kisses got more persistent as he intended to worship your body, wipe out any negative thoughts.

"Why would you think I was lying, babe? To me, you don't realize how hot you are, and that's only half of what makes me obsessed with you." Mark said wholeheartedly as he continued his ministrations, turning you around and lifting you, it was easy, you weighed nothing to him. He tossed you on the bed after giving some light kisses.

"And before you say it, there is no one else. There's only you." Mark said as he didn't want to hear you degrade yourself more. He cupped your face, pressing his lips against yours. He needed you to feel every ounce of love and affection.

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Author's note: I got lost in the sauce. Why must all this quick writing come when I'm writing drabbles, but not when I'm writing my requests? Anyway, there might be a part two with smut.

[lomlsatoru]

best friend!jinu remembers your coffee order by heart and knows your favourite snacks and foods. you claim he’s obsessed but he said its just because he’s a good friend.

best friend!jinu pokes fun at you and you poke fun at him. you tease and mock and its all lighthearted and fun. people say you’re flirting but you call them crazy.

best friend!jinu looks for you first when he enters the room — if you’re not already arriving with him. he scans everywhere top to bottom and can only calm down when he hears you greet him in that sweet voice of yours, “jiji!”

best friend!jinu is your unpaid, unofficial bodyguard. anywhere you go he’s two steps behind you. you know that audio, walk him like a dog sis, walk him like a dog. yeah, that’s you two.

best friend!jinu lets you pinch and shove him. it doesn’t hurt but having you hands on him makes his tummy all weird.

best friend!jinu doesn’t drink much if you’re at the party with him. he wants to make sure you’re okay, safe and comfortable.

best friend!jinu stares at you from across the room. he says he’s only keeping tabs, but when you glance and catch his eyes, he turns his head so fast you can almost hear it crack and his cheeks goes up in flames.

best friend!jinu doesn’t really know how to handle how touchy you are with him. your hand is on his bicep, back, shoulders and suddenly he can’t remember his own name.

best friend!jinu lets you become his forever passenger princess. his car is littered with your stuff, your scrunchies, lip balms, tissue packets, rings all in the crevices in his car.

best friend!jinu loves how much you depend on him. your bag? he’s holding it. your lip gloss? in his pocket. your card? he’s taking care of the bill.

best friend!jinu who stutters when you get too close. he doesn’t mind if you get in his personal space, if anything he prefers it. but the moment you smile at him, his brain short circuits.

best friend!jinu is a loser in a hot body and only you know that. you see that side of him more than anyone else — mostly because he only shows them to you.

best friend!jinu doesn’t really compliment you explicitly. mostly because he’s shy, scared that he’ll come off as creepy or someone with an ulterior motive. but you are truly breathtaking to him and he can’t think sometimes.

best friend!jinu acts like your boyfriend. he’s protective, cares too much about you, pays every time you guys go out but also doesn’t stop you when you want to spoil him.

best friend!jinu is easily spoiled by movie marathon, late night ice cream runs and pizza parties. he also likes feeling like to feel pampered but you can smile at him and that would be enough.

best friend!jinu gets nervous when people mistaken you as his girlfriend. he denies but always as the famous follow up question, why do you say that?

best friend!jinu doesn’t know when he started feeling weird around you. good weird. but he’s not surprised. you’re kind, sweet, caring and you like spending time with him. and! you smell nice, and you share food with him, and you play with his hair, and- (okay thats enough jinu!)

oh… best friend!jinu thinks he likes you more than a friend now.

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[spitefulsatanfics]

“Ain’t Nothing Subtle ‘Bout the Way He Loves Her”

Word Count: 4,631

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Setting: Supernatural, Season 2 (set shortly after “Born Under a Bad Sign”)

Tones: ☑ Fluff ☑ Domestic Love (as domestic as hunters get) ☑ Pre-established Relationship ☑ Found Family Vibes ☑ Lovesick!Dean who tries so hard to be cool ☑ Reader overhears how gone he is for her and melts

Synopsis:

⸻

When Dean brings Y/N to the Roadhouse for the first time, it’s just supposed to be a pitstop. A beer, a burger, maybe a tip on the next hunt. But Ellen’s no fool, and Ash doesn’t miss much either—and neither of them can help but notice the way Dean’s entire world shifts a little when Y/N walks in the room. He’s trying to be cool. Chill. The guy. But when the woman you love knows how to stitch a wound, kill a wendigo, and laugh at your worst jokes? Well, you’re gonna talk about her. A lot. Y/N overhears every soft confession, every bashful brag. And when Dean finds out? Let’s just say… the flustered hunter is real.

⸻

“Ain’t Nothing Subtle ‘Bout the Way He Loves Her”

The sun was dying slow and gold behind the Colorado hills when the Impala pulled up outside the Roadhouse. Dust rose soft around her tires like the place itself was exhaling—welcoming, wary, watching. It was the kind of spot that made your boots feel heavier and your shoulders feel lighter, if you knew what to do with a whiskey and had something worth bleeding for.

Dean popped the driver’s door, stepping out with his usual lean-and-stretch maneuver. The leather jacket creaked, the air smelled like beer, old pine, and maybe a dash of demon stink from some nearby town they’d just cleared out. But for once, his muscles weren’t tight with mission or guilt. Instead, his eyes flicked to the passenger door where she sat, legs tucked under her, hair wild from the wind.

“Y’ready for the madness?” he grinned, cocking a brow.

Y/N stepped out, slamming the heavy door closed behind her. “Please. I’ve seen you try to eat gas station sushi. I think I can handle your friends.”

Dean laughed—full and unguarded, the kind of laugh that made him look five years younger and a little more like the boy his mom remembered.

Inside, the Roadhouse was alive with the usual hum. Darts clinked. Glasses thudded. Ash’s ridiculous hair bobbed behind the bar as he scrolled something on his ancient laptop. Ellen looked up from a rag she was wringing out, sharp eyes landing on Dean. Then on the woman walking in beside him.

And like a switch flipped, her entire face changed.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Ellen said, a grin crawling slow across her face. “Dean Winchester, bringing a date into my bar?”

Dean instantly stiffened. “She’s not a date, she’s—”

Y/N was already giggling. “Don’t worry, Ellen. I know how hopeless he is with labels.”

That got a laugh from Jo, who popped out from the back room like she’d been waiting for the curtain to rise. “He’s definitely hopeless, alright.”

Dean groaned. “Great. A tag team.”

But Ellen wasn’t done. She came around the bar and sized Y/N up like a general inspecting a new recruit. Her eyes were sharp, measuring—but kind beneath it all. “You hunt?”

Y/N nodded. “My dad started me off with salt rounds and silver before I was potty trained.”

That got Ellen’s respect. She reached out to shake her hand.

Dean, behind them, tried so hard to play it cool. Just nods, casual, stoic. But his eyes betrayed him. Every second, he was checking Y/N’s face. Watching her reaction. Smiling like he’d swallowed the goddamn sun.

And Ellen saw it. Oh, she saw it.

⸻

An hour in and Dean had loosened up. The gang had made room at their usual table, drinks flowing, stories flying. Jo was trying to one-up Y/N with old salt-burn tales. Ash was explaining the finer points of demon detection with his “genius-level IQ,” which basically meant “I drink beer and hack things.”

And Dean?

Dean was floating. One arm over the back of Y/N’s chair, one leg half tangled with hers. He wasn’t even subtle. Whenever she laughed at something Jo said, he grinned like he’d won a war. Every time she reached for her beer, he was already sliding it closer.

Ellen stood at the bar, arms folded, watching the whole damn thing like it was a soap opera.

“You ever seen him like this?” she asked quietly to Ash.

Ash didn’t even look up from his screen. “Never. Dude’s whipped.”

⸻

Later, Y/N excused herself to the bathroom, and Dean got up to grab her another drink—leaving her jacket slung over the chair.

That’s when Ellen made her move.

“You got it bad,” she said, flat-out, wiping down the bar in slow circles.

Dean raised a brow. “What?”

She stared him down like a seasoned gunslinger. “Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. You’ve been grinning like an idiot all night. The only time you looked away from her was when you were blinking.”

Dean scoffed, scratched the back of his neck. “She’s cool. That’s all.”

Ellen leaned in. “You called her your girl three times already. And just now? You ordered her drink before she even asked. You don’t do that unless you’ve memorized someone’s whole damn soul.”

Dean blushed.

Actually blushed.

“Oh, man,” Ash mumbled from the end of the bar. “It’s terminal.”

Dean shot him a look. “Bite me.”

But Ellen smiled—soft now, not teasing. Just… knowing.

“She makes you happy, doesn’t she?” she asked.

Dean looked down at the bar top, swirling the condensation off his beer bottle with one finger.

“Yeah,” he said. “She does.”

And like some cheesy fate-orchestrated moment from a movie?

Y/N had walked up just in time to hear that.

⸻

He didn’t notice right away.

Not until she kissed his cheek when he handed her the beer, still warm from the bottle but even warmer from her lips.

He blinked. “What was that for?”

Y/N just smiled, coy. “Just… felt like it.”

Dean narrowed his eyes. “What’d I miss?”

Ellen chuckled under her breath.

Y/N leaned closer, her voice low and honey-smooth: “Nothing, baby. Just glad to be here.”

⸻

Outside, later that night, Dean had her pressed against the Impala, arms on either side, breath puffing warm in the chill.

“You heard me, didn’t you?” he muttered.

Y/N tilted her head. “Heard what?”

Dean groaned. “You know what.”

She laughed. “That you memorized my whole damn soul?”

Dean groaned louder, forehead thumping to her shoulder. “God, kill me now.”

But she pulled him in tighter, fingers sliding into the back of his hair.

“Not a chance,” she whispered. “I kinda like lovesick Dean.”

Dean grumbled against her neck. “I’m not lovesick.”

“Mm-hmm,” she teased. “Tell that to the three different people you told I’m the best shot you’ve ever seen."

“I stand by that.”

“And that I make better pie than you.”

“Lies. Slander. I was drunk.”

“And that you’d give up the Impala if it meant keeping me safe.” Dean stilled. Pulled back, looked into her eyes.

“I meant that one,” he said, voice low.

Her breath caught. “Dean…”

He leaned in. Kissed her soft. Then whispered against her lips, “Ain’t nothing subtle about the way I love you, sweetheart.”

⸻

Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading, you sinfully sweet sugar demons! If you ever wondered what it would look like if Dean tried not to be totally whipped in public and failed? This is it. Thank you for loving these soft moments with me, for believing in the kind of peace a hunter might dare to touch. Until next time, keep the pie warm and the Impala fuelled.

Love always, Little Devil 🖤🔥

[akeaaan]

A Voice Across Times 1 |

Jinu X Fem.Reader

Synopsis:

╰┈➤ In a world where demons hide behind charm and shadow, and hunters cloak their pain in rhythm and steel, a voice—forgotten by history—rises once more. You're a fresh graduate trying to survive Seoul's chaos, drawn to music for reasons you can't explain. When you're unexpectedly chosen as the fourth member of an elite demon-hunting team, your quiet life unravels into one laced with monsters, secrets, and echoes of a past that doesn't seem to belong to you. And then there's him. Jinu—mysterious, distant, and impossibly familiar—stares at you like he's seen a ghost. But ghosts don’t bleed. Ghosts don’t weep. And ghosts don’t remember love. Some voices don’t fade with time. Some betrayals don’t stay buried. And some souls are meant to meet again… even if it means breaking the world to do so.

1 | A new begining

Joseon Dynasty 

Jinu winced as he sat up, one hand clutching his ribs. Pain pulsed through him in waves—dull, deep, and angry. His breath came out ragged as he blinked away the stars in his vision.

Across from him, the woman stood stiffly, eyes fixed on the shattered pieces of the bipa lying between them. Her fingers massaged her temple with a slow, frustrated rhythm.

"Sshibal..." she muttered under her breath.

Jinu froze mid-groan, his head snapping toward her. Had she just... cursed at him?

He blinked, stunned. "Did you just...?"

Her eyes met his, unbothered. He swallowed the rest of his question and slowly pushed himself up to his feet, favoring one side.

"You..." he began, voice soft and tentative, "are you okay?"

She paused, then gave a short nod. "Yeah."

An awkward silence settled between them, heavy as the still air after a storm. He didn't know what to say—he never did, especially not to women like her. Strong. Unapologetic. Fire in her tone.

"I was handling it," she said at last, her voice cutting through the quiet.

Jinu tilted his head. "You were being harassed. I wasn't going to stand there and let them treat you like that."

"And now look at you." She crossed her arms. "You got yourself beaten half to death."

He didn't answer. He couldn't. Instead, his gaze flickered to her hair—a small leaf had gotten caught in the strands during the scuffle. Without thinking, his fingers reached up to brush it away.

Smack!

He yelped, recoiling as she swatted his hand away. Her nose scrunched up in disgust, eyes trailing over him like she was assessing some broken artifact.

"Tch." She shook her head, almost disapprovingly, before stepping past him.

Jinu's eyes followed her for a moment, but they soon drifted down to the shattered bipa at his feet. His knees buckled slowly to the ground. His fingers trembled as they grazed the broken wood, splinters biting his skin.

It was ruined.

The bipa—his only possession, his only way to earn a few coins on street corners, to buy rice, to feed his mother and sister—was now just another casualty in this cruel world.

Gone. All of it. Gone.

Behind him, her footsteps slowed. She stopped, back still turned to him, but he felt her eyes.

"What's your name?" she asked, voice quieter this time. Not cold. Not mocking. Just curious.

Jinu looked up, startled by the softness.

"Jinu," he answered.

She hummed—low, unreadable—and turned to face him fully. Her expression had shifted. No longer irritated, but... something else. Wariness, maybe. Or understanding.

"Y/N," she replied simply.

His breath caught. He hadn't even realized until now how much he'd wanted to know her name.

Y/N.

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[lucenra]

Triggered

𝓟airing ↳ Jinu X F!Reader

𝓘𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 .. Reader tries her best to ignore her ex.

𝓦arnings .. flashbacks, mentions of cheating

𝓐uthor's note .. inspired by jhene aikos song triggered everyone are normal humans in thid

It’s been a year and a few months since you and Jinu broke up. You’ve been handling it pretty well. The popular K-Pop group HUNTR/X, also known as your bestest friends in the whole world, have been helping you get through it. You finally managed to get him off your mind.

Until..

You went out with the girls to get Rumi’s tonic juice. Everything was fine, until a group of boys walked into the same alley. Mira and Zoey immediately started thirsting over one of the guy’s abs, while Rumi scolded them, and you just shot them a look. Not that you could blame them.

Then, another guy appeared behind them.

"…Jinu?" you whispered to yourself.

Your breath hitched, and Rumi instantly grabbed your arm once she realized who it was. Jinu looked at you with yearning eyes. And just like that, the memories flooded in. Every date, every joke, every moment you bonded, every gift exchanged—it all came rushing back. Your heart ached. Burned. It felt just like it did when you first found out he cheated.

But for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to look away from him.

Luckily, the girls stepped in before it could go any further. Before you knew it, you were being pulled away, your arms in their grasp. As you looked back, Jinu was still staring.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Zoey asks as her hand is still on your arm.

“Yeah.. yeah. Don’t worry about me. It’s fine.” You sighed, trying to convince yourself.

Mira let go of your shoulder, arms now crossed. “I’m gonna kill that bastard. Who does he think he is showing up here? Ugh. Pisses me off.”

“Thank you, Mira.” You laughed softly.

“Hey,” Rumi chimed in, trying to change the mood, “why don’t we just get your mind off things? Watch the Saja Boys perform or something?”

You nodded. Anything to distract yourself.

What you didn’t know was that you were about to see your ex again—this time, on stage.

“What the…?” Mira muttered as the same group of boys from earlier suddenly appeared and began singing. All the girls turned to look at you. You just pressed your lips together and stared at your feet.

“This is just amazing,” you muttered, Rumi then feeling bad for you.

But surprisingly… the song was actually catchy. So, you decided to stay and watch. Every time Jinu sang, his eyes were locked on you.

Wow. What a unique way to get your ex back.

♡

After the performance, the group mingled with fans. You were about to leave when someone grabbed your wrist. You prayed it was just someone letting you know you dropped something.

Of course not.

“Wait, Y/N. I want to talk to you,” Jinu said, desperation in his voice.

“Yeah, no thanks. I’m good,” you replied flatly, yanking your wrist out of his grip and following the girls.

He ran after you. Persistent.

“Can we please talk?” he asked again, this time placing his hand on your shoulder.

You shrugged him off. “You don’t get to touch me anymore. And you sure as hell don’t get to have a conversation with me,” you snapped.

He stood there, stunned. You walked away, pretending like none of it happened.

♡

Later, you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything in your mind. What you said. What he said. Were you too harsh? Were you being rude?

No. He deserved it.

But… maybe he changed?

Your thoughts spiraled, too fast to control. You needed air. So, you went out for a walk, hood up, hands in your pockets, AirPods blasting music.

Eventually, you walked into a convenience store to grab a snack. Hood down now, you were scanning the shelves.

“Why don’t you get the blue Takis? I know they’re your favorite,” a familiar voice said behind you.

You turned. Of course. Jinu.

“You just never stop, do you?” you scoffed, brushing past him, your shoulder bumping into his.

“I really want to talk. That’s all.”

You moved to a different aisle, but he followed you like a puppy.

“What is there to talk about?” you asked coldly.

“I just need a chance to show you I’ve changed. I want a second chance. Please,” he begged.

You stood there, arms crossed. Silent.

“Please,” he repeated, softer this time.

…

“Well…”

[skzjiiiii]

The Bad Boy Hypothesis pt 5

pairing: rock band felix x academic achiever reader! 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆

texting smau!

genre: group project partners to lovers? kys/kms jokes, cursing! college AU, reader and felix are literally the complete opposites of each other. felix is lowkey like a fuckboy type of guy. Actually it's so highkey now because he's acting like a MANCHILD but who knows he might actually man up and redeem his ass. There's a bit of actual writing in here! summary: what happens when you're paired up for the campus "bad boy" lee felix for your biology class? will thing end well or are you just another toy for him to play with.

bad boy hypothesis: a bad boy will always be bad — charming at first but bound to break your heart.⭑.ᐟ

“bad boys are just a distraction wrapped in a leather jacket”

wc: 1270

Later that night:

You weren’t sure why you agreed to meet him.

Maybe because part of you needed to see if he’d lie to your face. Maybe because despite everything, a small, stubborn part of your heart still wanted to understand why. Why he pulled you in like a tide and then wrecked you like a storm.

Felix stood in front of you, hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, eyes tired and red-rimmed. He wasn’t the usual confident, cocky Felix you met in BIO 350.

He looked… wrecked. And not because you were watching. But because he knew he broke something precious. “Thanks for meeting me,” he started, voice hoarse. You didn’t respond. Just stared.

He took a step forward, then stopped himself. “I don’t know where to begin. You probably don’t want to hear it. But I need to say it anyway.”

You crossed your arms, keeping your face still. “Say it, then.”

Felix looked down at the ground, like it was easier to confess to the pavement than to you.

“I kissed her. I was drunk and stupid and… scared. Scared of how much you mean to me. Scared of how real you felt.”

His voice cracked on the last word, but he kept going.

“You make me feel like I’m not some messed up cliché. You looked at me like I was more than the rumors, more than what everyone says. And that… that scared the shit out of me.”

He looked up, eyes meeting yours, guilt and desperation swimming in those deep brown eyes.

“I’ve never had anything like this before. No one’s ever seen me the way you do. You brought me back to life in ways I didn’t think were possible. Before you, I didn’t think I deserved good things. I didn’t think I deserved love.”

You looked away, your throat tightening.

“I didn’t kiss her because I wanted her. I did it because I wanted to destroy something before it could destroy me,” he admitted. “I was self-sabotaging. But when I saw your face after… when I saw what I did to you… I’ve never hated myself more.”

A tear slipped down his cheek. He didn’t wipe it away.

“You were the one who made me believe in love again. Real, soul-warming love. I’ve never felt safer than when I was next to you, hearing you ramble about biology over matcha lattes, or laughing with my band like you belonged there all along.”

“I know I messed it up. I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I just need you to know… I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now. And I’m so sorry that I didn’t know how to handle that.”

Silence stretched between you like a thread, thin and fragile.

He took a breath. “You don’t have to say anything. I just… I couldn’t let you think you weren’t everything to me. Because you are.”

You looked at him then, not the bad boy, not the campus heartthrob. Just a boy who was scared of love until it stared him in the face and he blinked first.

And suddenly, that silence didn’t feel so heavy anymore. You stayed quiet.

Not because you didn’t have anything to say, but because the words in your chest were all tangled up, like wires that once carried music but now only sparked and stung when you tried to untangle them.

Felix stood there, waiting. You hated how familiar he looked. Hated how your heart still ached toward him like a bruise touched too soon.

“I believed in you,” you said softly. “I defended you when everyone warned me. Told them you were different. Told them you’d never hurt me.”

He flinched. His shoulders curled inward like he was trying to make himself smaller.

“And then you kissed someone else. Not just anyone. Chaewon. At a party you invited me to. And I had to watch. Do you know what that felt like?”

Your voice cracked. The tears had been sitting in your throat since that night. Now they spilled, hot and silent.

Felix stepped forward, but you held up a hand. “Don’t.”

He froze.

“I showed up for you. Over and over. I made time for you when you forgot about me. I sat through your rehearsals, studied late into the night, waited outside your classes just to walk home with you. I let you in. I made space for you in a life I worked hard to build.”

You looked up at him, heartbroken, but still burning with a kind of quiet strength. “And I guess I wasn’t worth the same kind of fight.”

Felix shook his head, quick, desperate. “You are. You are worth everything. I was just— I didn’t know how to handle someone like you. Someone who saw through me. Someone who made me feel like I wasn’t broken anymore. And I ruined it.”

His voice trembled, but you weren’t sure if it was guilt or grief. Maybe both.

“I’m not asking you to forget what I did,” he said. “I wouldn’t forgive me either. I just—I need you to know it wasn’t meaningless. You weren’t meaningless.”

There was a long, aching pause. The kind that happens when two people know they’re standing at a fork in the road and nothing will ever be quite the same again.

Finally, you whispered, “I never needed you to be perfect, Felix. I just needed you to be honest. To try.”

“I’ll try now,” he said, stepping closer, slower this time. “I’ll do it right, if you let me. If not now, then someday. I’ll earn it back. All of it. Even if you never want me again, I’ll still become the kind of person who deserved you.”

Your chest tightened. You didn’t know what came next. You didn’t know if healing would look like walking away or choosing to stay.

But one thing was clear: Felix wasn’t running anymore. He had finally shown up, not just with words, but with everything broken and bruised inside him laid bare for you to see.

And maybe, just maybe, that counted for something

You looked at him, really looked at him, and for a second, you saw it all.

The soft-shelled boy underneath the bad-boy persona. The quiet warmth. The trembling heart. The one who baked you cookies at midnight and wiped your tears when the world was too loud. The one who called you “sunshine” like it meant something sacred.

But also the one who broke you. The one who let fear ruin something tender. The one who kissed someone else when you were starting to believe in forever.

Your throat tightened, but your voice stayed steady. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Felix.” He opened his mouth, but you shook your head gently. “I’m not saying it didn’t mean something. I know it did. But I’m also not someone you come back to when you realize the other option didn’t feel right.” His eyes glossed over, but he nodded.

“I’m not gonna make a decision right now,” you said. “I need time to think. To feel. To breathe.”

His lips parted. “So you’re saying there’s still?”

“I’m saying I’ll text you.” Your voice wavered, but the truth in it held. “When I’m ready. When I know what I want. Not just what I feel right now.”

He blinked, like those words had knocked the air out of him.

You gave a small, broken smile. “Goodnight, Felix.”

Then you turned and walked away, and for once, he didn’t try to stop you. Because sometimes, love isn’t proven by the chase.

Sometimes, it’s proven by waiting.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Locked Out of Heaven 11

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: Your father invites a work friend to the neighbourhood barbecue.

Characters: Nick Fowler (Dad’s friend trope)

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You cling onto the strap of your bag, wringing it as your nerves build with each step. You're really doing this. You're going out with a boy. No, a man. 

You stop short, a few feet from Nick's car. You gulp. What would your dad say? What would he do if he found out? How much would he really care? He only cares about your grades. 

You stare as you weigh the decision. He's not going to find out. Austin won't even know you're gone. So why are you suddenly so afraid?  

Nick's headlights flash and he rolls toward you. You turn to face him as he pulls up. You smile to hide the tremor in your chest. 

"Hi," you squeak as he lowers his window.  

"Hey, princess? You forget something? What's the matter?" He asks. 

"Oh, uh, I don't know," you look back at the house. "I... no. I..." 

"Get in, baby." He reaches over to pat the passenger's seat. "Boat's waiting." 

You stutter step then stagger around the car. You fumble with the handle and swing the door out. You fall in, ready to dissolve into mist, and shut the door with a jarring snap. 

You're so anxious, you could explode. Before you can even reach for the seat belt, Nick's on you. He cradles your cheek and slips his hand down to your chin. He holds you firmly and leans in, brushing his nose against yours. 

You shiver at his closeness. His warmth swathes around you and his scent stains your breath. 

"You miss me?" He purrs. "I missed you, princess. All I've been thinking about is you. About us." 

"Um, yes," you babble and nod into his hand.  

His lips curve and he presses them to yours. You brace his forearm in surprise, his veins bulging against your palm. His tongue dips into your mouth and he growls. He leans further over the space between the seats, smothering you. 

When he parts, you're dizzy, lips puffy, and cheeks burning. You stare at him dopily. You push your thighs together and tilt your pelvis. That tingly coil winds through you. 

He wears short-sleeve white button up with a blue line at the edge of the collar. And pale blue shorts that cut off high up his thighs. He wears those loafer-type shoes with the little nautical knot. Boat shoes? His gold chain sparkles above his chest and his pinkie ring encircles his finger. 

"I got everything you need, baby. Don't worry. It's all on the boat," he pets your cheek with his knuckles. "You're just going to sit back and relax. Let me take care of you." 

"Al... alright," you wisp. 

It's going to happen. You felt it. In his urgency. You know what he wants. He hasn't been subtle. You think you want it too. That must be what makes you so squirmy. 

"It's gonna be a great day. Just us. At last." He looks over the steering wheel and buckles his seat belt. You do the same. "Sun, drink, each other..." 

He grips the wheel with one hand and slaps his other onto your thigh. 

"We got all day and I'm going to take my time, baby. I'm gonna make you feel like the princess you are." He slowly pushes down on the gas. "You don't gotta worry about nothing." 

💜

The water gently stirs as you walk down the dock. Nick has your hand in his as he guides you along the shore side. There are other boats tied off there. Luxurious boats with upholstered seats and cabins, large steering wheels and monikers written across the sides. 

Austin has pictures of a boat like this on his socials. He went off with his friends last summer and came back hungover for a week. Your dad let him sleep it off while you did his dingy laundry. 

A ripple flows through you. Something like anger. Irritation. Your brother gets to go off and have fun without question. Even your dad goes out for drinks or goes golfing or whatever else he likes. Why is it so bad that you do anything at all? If your dad even knew about the trip to the gelato shop, he’d be barking at you for wasting time. 

You sigh. Nick squeezes your hand as something jingles in his other. He tugs you back before you walk off the side of the dock. 

“Woah, baby,” he draws you to face him. “Don’t want you falling in.” He kisses your forehead and the heat of his lips pulls you back to the present. “Whatcha sighing for?” 

“N-nothing. I...” you look around, searching for anything to say. “I’ve never been on a boat.” 

“Gonna be a lot of firsts today,” he winks and brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “You stay here. Keep clear of the edge for me, princess.” 

He lets you go and shakes the keys in his other hand. You fold twine your fingers together and press your palms to your stomach. You turn to watch him as he nears the edge of the wooden planks. He hops across onto the open rear of the boat, easily launching himself over the gap. 

He steadies himself and ducks under the roof. You listen to his steps as the boat shifts subtly. You rock anxiously as a cool breeze brushes across you. 

He appears again and bends to slide out a board hidden beneath the floor. He extends it over the space between the dock and the boat. He straightens up and reaches to you, one foot on the ramp. 

You untangle your fingers and take his hand. He guides you firmly across onto the polished flooring. You glance around at the open space at the back of the boat, just behind the cover sitting area of the cabin. White leather and azure cushions. A table mounted between the benches, a narrow doorway to the front of the boat with the driver’s seat. 

“Wow, this is yours?” 

“Sure is,” he drags his hand up your arm slowly. “Ours.” 

You look at him, your heart pumping. You smile. You peer back at the dock. 

“Oh... I...” You watch a woman on another boat, in a sarong and sun hat. 

“I told you. I got everything figured out,” he rubs your shoulder. “Just a minute.” 

He turns and goes to slide the board back under the floor. Then he stands and unmoors from the post. The boat rocks with his steps. 

He strides back to you and points to the bench. “That’s yours there.” 

There’s a white and blue beach bag on the seat. You hadn’t paid it much attention at first glance. You tilt your head curiously. 

“You get into your bathing suit and I’ll get us asea,” he coaxes. 

“Oh, uh, okay?” 

“One thing at a time, right?” He purrs and leans in to kiss you. You close your eyes as a thrill rolls over you. Too far. No going back. 

“Yes, Nick.” You murmur as he parts, cradling your face as he brushes his nose up yours and once more presses his lips to your forehead. He hums. 

“Good girl.” 

His reluctance has his hand lingering on your neck before he pulls back. He turns and struts through the cabin to the front of the boat. He drops into the driver’s chair and you watch him swipe up the keys from the little tray beside the wheel. He turns the engine and the rumble startles you. 

You approach the beach bag. You peek inside as you touch the side. You reach in to pull out the bikini top. Oh. You only ever wore a one-piece with shorts. Your dad made you keep a tee shirt on even. This is less than you could even imagine. 

You run your finger over the patterning on the triangle of fabric. White with lilac vines printed onto it. It’s pretty and the straps are like thick ribbons. 

You glance at Nick and the boat lurches. You land on the seat with a gasp. He looks back. 

“You okay? Sorry ‘bout that.” 

“I’m good,” you sit and dip your chin, examining the top. Your hands tremble. You peek at him again. He’s focus on steering. 

You nod, goading yourself into it. You unhook your purse from across you and put your phone inside. You push it against the back of the sofa bench and drop your shoulders. This is what you want. It has to be. 

You peel off your shirt and look down at your bra. Plain, white, boring. You reach back to unhook it, another wary look at the driver. He’s unconcerned as the boat bobs over the waves. 

You take off the bra, your nipples hard from the air breezing through, or maybe the anticipation. You tie on the bikini top and it does little to hide them. Your chest feels like it will spill out at any moment. 

You stand and search for the bottoms. Not much more than the top. You quickly change into them. You try to stretch the fabric across your bum but it only covers half your cheeks. You chew your lip. 

You take the flip flops sticking out of the bag and put them on. You fish around again and pull out a sheer purple cover up. It opens in the front and has little tassels dangling from the short sleeves. 

“Alright,” Nick proclaims and makes you flinch. 

You bend to gather up your clothes and stuff them away in the bag. He stands and turns, ducking into the cabin then stands straight. He looks you up and down as you cross your arms. 

“Princess,” he breaths as he grabs your wrist. “Let me see.” 

He takes both your arms and pulls them apart. His eyes rove up and down your body. You shiver as the cover up falls open. 

“Oh...” he utters. 

You stare at his shirt collar, face ablaze. Is he disappointed. You brace yourself for it. 

“Wow,” he slips his hands from your arms and frames your hips. “Baby, you look amazing.” 

“Um, really?” You jitter in disbelief. “Er, thanks.” 

“Baby, baby, baby,” his thumbs dig into your soft flesh. “We got all day... so you gotta make me go slow.” 

“Oh,” you gulp. 

“I could...” he begins and chuckles. He shakes his head and pokes his tongue into cheek. “Come on, let’s get settled.” 

He lets you go and pops open the top button of his shirt. He goes down the row and pulls apart the fabric, revealing his muscled torso. He strips away the linen shirt and tosses it carelessly onto the bench. You gape at his chest. 

“Like what you see?” He taunts and you look him in the face, shrinking in embarrassment. 

“I--I--” 

He snickers. “It’s all yours, princess. You don’t gotta be shy.” 

“I... okay. I'll try.” 

“Baby, I got you, alright?” He drawls. “Come on.” 

He takes your hand and guides you onto the back of the boat. As it rocks with the water, you’re put even more off-kilter. He squeezes before he releases you again.  

He peers around and grabs a striped fabric chest. He flips the top and pulls out a large beach blanket. He spreads it over the flooring. He goes back to the cabin and grabs some cushions and tosses them down too. He plunks the chest at the edge of the blanket. 

“Got drinks, got snacks,” he reaches inside, “but most important, sunscreen.” 

You nod. He takes out the bottle of cream and wiggles it at you as he comes closer. He touches the edge of the cover-up. “Take this off. I’ll get you.” 

“Huh, oh?” You look down and shrug. You let the sheer fabric fall down your arms and pile at your feet. You’re too stunned to catch it. 

“Come on,” he gets down on his knees. “Relax, princess.” 

He tugs until you get down to. He taps the bottle on the blanket. “Lay down.” 

“Uh, okay...” you lay on your back, chest rising and falling quickly as your chest hammers. 

He shifts onto his butt and flicks the cap open. He squirts the cream into his palms and rubs them together. The coolness of the lotion is as jarring as the feel of his hands. He starts at your neck, smearing across your collar bone and to your chest. 

He drags his hands down, spreading it diligently before squeezing more from the bottle. You twitch as he gets to your chest, poking his thumbs under the edge of the bikini to get cream there too. He rubs it into your skin as your nipples poke against the fabric. 

He continues on to your stomach, massaging as he goes, then does your arms, kneading your hands delicately as he gets between your fingers. You’re paralysed as he plies the UV to your skin. 

He pokes your thighs, “come on, baby.” 

You hesitate before you spread your legs. You squeak as he gets between them on his knees. For a moment you think... 

He claps his hand on your thigh and smears the cream into your skin. He squeezes and his fingertips sends sparks through you. You spasm and squeal as he hits every nerve. You wriggle at the unbearable tingle. 

You giggle as the sensation turns ticklish. He chuckles too and purrs, paying close attention to your thighs. Pushing his thumbs in until your clasp onto his wrists. 

“Nick!” 

He smirks at you. “These are nice,” he clamps tighter on your thighs. “You know that?” 

You whimper his name again. He pulls out of your grasp and drags down your legs to your feet. When he finishes your soles, he clucks. 

“Turn over.” 

You blink but do as he says. You flip onto your stomach, feeling the jiggle of your bum as the bathing suit rides up. He hums. 

“Oh, princess,” he drones. 

“I... sorry,” you reach to fix the bottoms. 

He tuts and swats your hand away. 

“It’s all mine, baby. Don’t you worry. I want every part of you,” he shoves your hand down so it bounces on the floor. Your knuckles ring with the impact. “I told you, relax.” 

He gets up on his knees and blends lotions into your shoulders and down the back of your arms. Then he coats your back and hips, following the curve of your back to your bum. He massages the rise of flesh and bends to kiss the swell. You squeal in surprise and he nips you. 

“Mmm, delicious,” he snarls and runs his thumbs along the crease below your butt. You wince and ball your hands. 

He continues along the back of your thighs, even more sensitive than the front, and you squirm. You can hear him breath, almost growling. Your own breaths puff out in a storm of excitement and fear. 

As he gets the back of your calves, your head swims. He raises himself up and moves beside you. He caresses your arm. 

“Now let me see that pretty face.” He grits. 

“Sure, uh,” your turn over again and sit up. 

He rubs his hands together then cradles your face. He uses his thumbs to cover your cheeks with cream and traces your features. He runs his palms over your face gently and caps off the application with a longing kiss on your lips. 

He hovers just before you. “My turn.” 

He lets you go and lowers himself down. He hands you the bottle and you take it, dazed as your skin thrums. You watch him as he pushes his chest up just slightly and your eyes scale down his torso. Where do you start? 

You dollop the lotion into your hand and mash them together. You start at his neck, feeling his throat bob. He purrs as you get to his shoulders. The firm muscle makes you quiver inside. Then his chest... oh. It feels so nice. So strong. 

You retreat and focus on his arms. There’s muscle there too and the thick veins on his forearms have you squeezing your thighs together. His hands are bigger as you focus on them and rubs the cream into his rough palms. 

As you ply the sunscreen to his stomach, you feel it clench. You recoil as something catches the corner of your eye. You gasp and stare at the front of his shorts. You can see him inside, nearly bursting out as he bulges beneath the waistband. 

He lifts his head and groans. 

“It’s okay, baby, I won’t bite... yet,” he snickers. “Keep going.” 

You nod and bite your tongue. You put your hands back on his stomach and trail along his sides, sure to get every bit of skin. Your eyes flit back to his shorts. Your insides tighten. You shake at the flicker in your mind, the thought of grabbing it... 

Instead, you shift and move to his thighs. As tempting as it is, you’re still terrified. You’ll work up to that. Eventually. 

[appleciderlove]

toxic!rafe locking you in to cancel your plans

more of this au here

"i'm going out," you said casually, slipping your phone into your bag.

"with who?”

his voice came from the couch—low, unreadable.

"just… some guy i met at the bar last week." he hummed. not angry. not surprised. just something else.

"oh have fun."

you paused for a beat, eyes flicking to him. but he was back to scrolling, completely unbothered. so you shrugged, turned, and started walking toward the front door.

"wait," he said suddenly. "before you go, come here. i want to show you something."

"what?"

"just come”

you followed, steps slower now. he led you to a room down the hall you'd never really paid attention to. he opened the door.

"huh," you said, glancing around. "i've never been in here."

"yeah, thought you might like it” he murmured, following in behind you.

the door clicked shut.

you turned slowly.

"why'd you close the door?"

"habit," he said, too smooth. too quick.

you reached for the handle, twisted. nothing. it didn't budge.

your fingers stilled. "what did you do?"

you looked back at him, a creeping suspicion twisting through your gut.

"are we… locked in?"

he didn't answer at first. just smiled. faint and unreadable.

"rafe," you snapped.

he stood on the other side of the door, calm as ever. "you weren't really gonna go see him, were you?"

"you're insane."

"i'm obsessed," he corrected. "big difference."

you banged on the door. he didn’t even flinch. “let me out.”

“mm… no.”

you cursed under your breath, this is crazy.

“you can’t lock me in here just because i made plans.”

“no, baby, i didn’t lock you in because you made plans. i locked you in because you made plans without me.”

you’re still standing by the door, in disbelief of the situation you’re in “what are you doing?”

he walked to the corner table, picked up whatever snacks were sitting there, and flopped onto the couch like he didn't just kidnap you.

“trying to spend time with my favourite person” he said. “is that so bad?”

you ignore him, walking to the couch. you try to put some distance between you and him.

he tugged your wrist, and patted his lap. “come here.”

you frowned “no. i’m still mad at you.”

he raised an eyebrow “alright then” you barely had time to blink before his hands were on your waist, lifting you effortlessly into his lap like you weighed nothing.

“see?” he whispered against your neck. “this is much better”

“this is messed up,” you muttered.

he shrugged. “maybe. but i’m way better company than some random bar guy, and you know it.”

you narrowed your eyes. “you’re unbelievable.”

he browsed through netflix with one arm still draped behind you.

“you’ve got five minutes to decide or i’m picking something you hate,” he warned, voice low against your ear.

you rolled your eyes. “fine. that one.”

you tried to stand, but he pulled you right back down.

“no leaving unless you swear you’re staying.”

“fine,” you muttered, “i’m not leaving. i’m too lazy to go out now anyway.”

he finally released you with a sigh. you shuffled to the side, settling beside him instead.

his laugh rumbled against your back. “whatever helps you sleep at night, baby.”

you threw a pillow at him. he caught it without breaking eye contact, smirking. “is that all you’ve got?”

“shut up and start the movie,” you muttered, trying not to smile.

“yes, baby,” he grins, turning his attention to the screen and pressing play on the remote.

the first movie played. then the second.

he let you choose them all, even the one he hated. he let you complain and talk through every scene. he just looked at you with that annoyingly fond expression like you were the only thing in the world worth staring at.

you didn’t even realize you’d stopped being mad until he paused the third movie just to press a kiss to your cheek and say, “you look cute when you’re mad at me” you shoved him. he laughed.

and then you curled into his side and said, “next time you lock me in here, at least light a candle or something.”

“next time?” he teased.

“oh shut up” you say through a half-smile, nudging him with your knee like it’ll knock the smirk off his face.

꒰ 🌙 ꒱ tags — @starkeyvhs

[vaginalvr]

perv early season spencer

content warning: Voyeurism, masturbation (female and male), reader catches Spencer watching, inexperienced!Spencer, shy but needy sex, praise kink, very slight power exchange, fingering, protected p-in-v sex, some fluff post-smut.

a/n: YESSSSSSSSSS RAHHHHHHHHHHH

word count ~ 1.1k

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

It starts with a creak.

You freeze, hand still tucked between your thighs, the air suddenly sharp with tension. The BAU's hotel rooms have paper-thin walls, but this—this isn’t the usual ambient hallway noise. It’s subtle, cautious. Almost… too cautious.

And you know what that means.

A soft shuffle.

Someone’s just outside your room. Not passing by. Lingering.

You exhale slowly and push off the bed, letting the hem of your shirt fall back down over your thighs. Padding over on bare feet, you press your ear to the door.

You don’t expect to hear it.

Breathing.

Shaky. Quiet. Controlled.

You unlock the door and yank it open before you can lose your nerve.

Spencer Reid nearly falls in.

His eyes go wide. He stammers. “I—I—I—”

“You want to explain why you’re standing outside my door at midnight, looking like you just got caught jacking off in the library?”

His cheeks flush crimson. His mouth opens and closes. There’s a wet spot on his slacks.

Oh.

Oh.

You swallow hard. Your skin prickles.

“I heard something,” he says quickly. “A noise. I thought maybe you were—hurt.”

You raise an eyebrow. “So you leaned close to the door and listened?”

“I wasn’t—! I mean I didn’t know it was—!” He runs a hand through his hair, clearly panicking. “It’s not like I was trying to eavesdrop. But I… I didn’t want to interrupt if you were—”

You step forward. He steps back automatically, and you shut the door behind you, standing with your arms crossed.

“Finish that sentence, Dr. Reid.”

He swallows thickly. “Touching yourself.”

You blink. Bold.

“…Were you?” he asks after a pause, voice soft and almost reverent.

You tilt your head. “You tell me.”

His throat works, Adam’s apple bobbing. His eyes keep flitting over your face—your lips, your chest, your thighs. His hands twitch at his sides, and his posture is tense like he’s fighting something primal.

And then your eyes drop to the bulge in his pants.

That tells you everything.

“So you liked listening?” you ask, stepping in close.

He nods once. Hesitant. And desperate.

“Do you always lurk around hotel doors hoping to catch your female coworkers masturbating?” You tease him, but your voice is thick with heat.

He groans, quietly, almost like it hurts. “No. Just you.”

Your stomach flips. You reach out and slide a finger down the buttons of his shirt.

“Spencer.”

His name in your mouth makes him tremble.

“I was thinking about you.”

His eyes flick up to yours so fast you think you might’ve broken him.

“I—I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he blurts. “I swear I wasn’t—God, I know it’s creepy—”

“Spencer.”

He quiets immediately.

“Do you want to come inside?”

He breathes in like he’s been underwater.

You reach for the door handle behind you and open it again. “Or would you rather jerk off in the hallway some more?”

That gets him moving.

Fast.

The moment the door shuts behind him, he’s on you—nervous hands hovering, eyes darting, and finally you just grab his wrists and put them on your waist. He exhales like you’ve blessed him.

“Have you ever done this before?” you murmur, dragging your fingers up his chest.

He shakes his head. “Not—not all the way.”

You can’t help the throb that pulses between your thighs. “That’s okay. I’ll show you.”

His fingers dig into your hips. “I think about you all the time,” he whispers, like a confession. “I dream about you. About this.”

You kiss him.

His mouth is unsure, a little clumsy, but eager. God, he’s eager. His lips part and he makes this tiny noise when you bite down gently on his bottom lip.

You press your body to his. He groans into the kiss. You feel his hard cock straining through his pants, and you reach down to palm it.

He jolts.

“Sensitive?”

He nods frantically.

“Take off your pants, Spencer.”

He obeys like it’s instinct. Fumbling but fast. He kicks them off and stands there in his boxers, flushed and wide-eyed.

You press him down onto the bed and climb into his lap.

“Oh my God,” he breathes.

You lift your oversized t-shirt and toss it away. His jaw drops.

“You’re not real,” he whispers, hands ghosting up your thighs. “You can’t be.”

You grab his hands and bring them to your chest. “Touch me, Spence.”

He does. Tentatively at first, then more confidently, palming your breasts and running his thumbs over your nipples. You grind against him through your panties and his boxers, and he moans into your neck.

“Please,” he whispers. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Lie back,” you tell him.

He obeys again, and you climb off him just long enough to straddle his thighs and pull his boxers down.

You stare.

His cock is long, flushed, and already leaking.

“Jesus, Spencer.”

He whimpers a little. “I’ve thought about you riding me so many times…”

“Good. Because I’m going to.”

You reach down to your panties, soaked and sticky, and slide them off. His eyes never leave your cunt. He looks absolutely wrecked already.

But not yet.

You wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him slowly. His hips buck up into your hand.

“Sensitive,” you remind him.

“I can’t help it,” he gasps. “You’re so—warm—and wet and—fuck—”

You climb on top of him and guide him to your entrance.

When you sink down on his cock, he shouts.

“Holy shit—I’m sorry—fuck, you feel so good—”

You’re barely moving and he’s already trembling beneath you, clinging to your hips like a man drowning.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” he groans. “Oh my God, yes.”

You ride him slowly, letting him adjust. He’s already leaking, throbbing deep inside you. His eyes are rolling back, and he keeps mumbling things like perfect and dreaming and please don’t stop.

You lean down and kiss his throat.

“I want to see you come, Spencer.”

He grips your hips tighter. “I’m close already,” he whines. “It’s too good, I—I can’t—”

“Give it to me,” you whisper in his ear. “Come inside me. Fill me up.”

That’s all it takes.

His whole body jerks beneath you as he spills inside you, moaning your name like it’s a prayer, clutching at your waist like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

You slow your hips, letting him ride it out.

He’s gasping. Panting. Absolutely ruined.

And then his fingers dip between your thighs.

“Wait—let me—can I—” he stammers, “I want to make you come too—”

You smile and grind down on his cock, still hard enough to keep going.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you whisper. “We’re just getting started.”

[camficdiner]

Hiiii can I get [1.2] [2.10] [3.6] [4.3] some age gap with Luke’s bestfriend plz!

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☕️ Cam’s Fic Diner — Order 050

🍒 Thank you angel for thid amazing request, the 50 order is all yours — this is the chaos we live for: repressed hockey captain, drunk disaster baby, Vegas lights, and a marriage neither of them saw coming. Strap in for the mistake that might not be one. 💌

💬 “I need you to pick me up. Please.”

✨ Description and prompts (Part 1):

character: Quinn Hughes

prompt: Vegas night out → Quinn always saw you as Luke’s annoying best friend → but tonight, you call him drunk… and everything shifts

word count: ~2.2k

type: emotional tension, age gap, slow descent into disaster

tropes: “he never saw her like that before,” drunken bonding, accidental vulnerability, setup to smut/fluff

Quinn Hughes has never really liked you.

Not in a cruel way. Just in the quietly indifferent, borderline irritated way someone tolerates their little brother’s overly attached best friend. You’ve known Luke since you were both kids — close like codependency, closer like chaos.

And Quinn?

Quinn was always just… there.

Eye-rolling. Shrugging. Watching from the periphery like you were a noise he never asked for.

He’s six years older. He’s serious. Stoic. Captain-core before he ever wore the “C.”

And you? You were the girl constantly clinging to Luke’s hoodie, eating all their snacks, talking too loud in the background.

A shadow. A tagalong.

A burden.

Until tonight.

⸻

You’re in Vegas. Off-season trip.

Luke brought you along because you’re always around — and because Vegas is funnier with someone who can’t handle their tequila.

You don’t know where he is now. Or where anyone is. The music is pounding. Your phone’s at 4%. You’re alone, tipsy, spinning. Every Uber cancels when they see your location.

So you scroll.

You never call Quinn.

But tonight… you do.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Why are you calling me?”

Your voice wobbles. “I don’t know where Luke is.”

Silence.

“Are you drunk?”

“Duh.”

“You’re alone?”

You nod, then realize he can’t see you. “Yes. Can you… come get me?”

Another pause. Then:

“Send the address.”

⸻

He finds you outside the club. You’re sitting on the curb, glitter on your legs, shoes in your hands. He’s in jeans and a t-shirt, hair a little messy, pupils too wide.

“You’re drunk too,” you accuse as he pulls you up.

He sighs. “A little. Not like you.”

You trip over a crack in the pavement. He catches you — hands rough at your waist.

You look up.

He looks… different tonight.

Or maybe you do.

⸻

Back at your rental, you pour more drinks.

He should’ve said no. He should’ve taken you to bed, tucked you in, left a glass of water on the table like a responsible adult.

Instead, you both drink more.

You sit on the counter and let your legs swing.

He leans against the fridge and watches you talk.

“You’ve never liked me,” you slur. “You always thought I was annoying.”

He blinks. “You are annoying.”

You stick your tongue out. “See?”

He steps closer. “But maybe… not as much as I thought.”

The tequila is warm in your chest. Your brain is fuzzy. Your skin buzzes.

“You’ve never taken me seriously,” you whisper.

He’s closer now. “Maybe that was a mistake.”

The distance is gone.

You’re not sure who reaches first.

But your lips touch.

And the world spins.

⸻

You wake up to the taste of tequila and shame.

Your head is pounding. Your mouth is dry. And your hand is—

Heavy?

You blink, disoriented, and look down.

There’s a ring on your finger.

Gold. Dainty. Not yours.

And there’s a hand—

His hand—

wrapped around your waist like it belongs there.

Quinn Hughes is asleep next to you. Shirtless. One leg slung over yours. Lips parted slightly, face buried in the pillow.

You bolt upright.

“Shit.”

He groans. “Ow—fuck—too loud.”

You yank the comforter up. “Quinn.”

He squints one eye open. “Why are you—”

Then he sees it.

Your hand. The ring. The room.

He sits up fast. “No. No no no no no—”

You both scramble out of bed.

Your head spins. You reach for the nightstand, knocking over a mini bottle of cheap champagne.

Taped to the mirror is a glittery sign:

CONGRATS TO THE NEWLYWEDS!

“I’m going to be sick,” you mutter.

“You already were,” Quinn says, rubbing his face. “Twice. I held your hair back.”

You both pause.

Then:

“What the fuck did we do?”

⸻

You find the marriage certificate crumpled in your purse.

You don’t remember signing it.

You do remember shots. Laughter. Quinn laughing — which was weird.

He never laughed with you.

Then… the hotel bar.

A dare.

A joke.

You saying, “You won’t.”

Him saying, “Bet me.”

You saying, “Fine. Then marry me.”

And him looking you dead in the eyes and replying:

“Okay.”

⸻

Now you’re standing in your hotel room wearing one of his hoodies — the sleeves swallowing your hands, the ring glinting on your finger.

Quinn’s pacing like his entire world just cracked.

“You’re Luke’s best friend,” he says.

“I know.”

“You’re four years younger than me.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ve never even thought about you like—”

You flinch. “Okay, you can stop now.”

He does.

Silence.

Then he mutters, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You cross your arms. “You’ve never taken me seriously.”

He exhales, slow. “Until last night.”

You glance at him.

He’s staring at the ring.

“I don’t remember the wedding,” he says. “But I remember what you looked like at the bar.”

Your chest tightens.

“And I remember thinking,” he continues, “maybe I was wrong. About you. About how you’ve always been there, always looking out for Luke. About how maybe I didn’t hate it as much as I thought.”

You swallow. “Quinn…”

He takes a step closer. Then another. He stops in front of you, lifting your hand — turning the ring between his fingers.

“You want to undo it?” he asks, voice quiet.

You look at him.

And maybe it’s the tequila.

Maybe it’s the headache.

Or maybe it’s the fact that Quinn Hughes has never looked at you like this before.

You whisper, “Do you?”

He doesn’t answer.

He kisses you instead.

⸻

It’s soft at first.

Uncertain. Slow.

Then your fingers curl in his shirt and his hands slide under the hem of the hoodie, and it stops being soft.

It turns real.

⸻

The room still smells like tequila and bad decisions.

The marriage certificate is wrinkled on the nightstand.

The ring’s still on your finger.

Quinn’s still in your bed.

And you’re still not thinking clearly.

Which is exactly why you say it:

“Shower?”

He looks at you like he didn’t hear right. Like you’re offering something that shouldn’t be real.

You stand, slowly peeling his hoodie off, leaving nothing underneath. “I feel disgusting. Might as well get clean before we go back to ruining our lives.”

He blinks once.

Then follows you straight into the bathroom.

⸻

The second the water hits your skin, you sigh — warm, open, weightless under the spray.

Quinn just stands there behind you for a second. Watching.

You’re not teasing him. Not trying to push.

But when you glance over your shoulder, steam curling around your body, and whisper, “You coming in or just gonna stare?”

He breathes, “Fuck.”

He steps in.

And it’s over.

⸻

He crowds you back against the tile — hands on your waist, mouth on your throat. You’re slippery beneath him, skin flushed, head tipped back.

“You sure?” he whispers.

You nod, grabbing his hand and placing it right between your legs. “I’m not gonna ask twice.”

He moans. Soft and wrecked.

You reach down and wrap your fingers around him — he’s hard, hot, and pulsing against your palm.

“Fuck—” he gasps. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“You married me,” you murmur.

“Best mistake I’ve ever made.”

⸻

He turns you gently, pressing your front to the wall, one hand sliding up to tangle in your wet hair. His other hand grips your hip.

“You good?”

You look back. “Do it.”

He pushes in slowly, groaning like your body’s a prayer. The stretch makes you gasp — he’s thick, deep, grounding you against the tile like he’s trying to stake a claim.

“Still so tight,” he whispers, panting. “Still so fucking good—”

Your eyes flutter.

The water streams down your back. His chest is warm at your spine. He thrusts deep — slow, then rougher — every inch of him hitting so perfectly you can’t help the broken sound that slips out of your throat.

“Quinn—”

“I got you,” he breathes. “I’ve got you.”

⸻

He pulls your head back and kisses you over your shoulder — wet, messy, hungry.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers. “You said so.”

“You’re still such an asshole,” you gasp, but your voice is shaking, your legs already starting to tremble.

He grins. “But you like being my wife?”

You groan. “God, shut up.”

“Can’t. Too busy making you scream.”

You do.

You come against the wall, thighs shaking, hands clawing for something to hold. He follows with a desperate moan, spilling into you, forehead pressed to the nape of your neck, chest heaving.

⸻

You slide down to the shower floor together, legs tangled, skin slick and steaming.

He cups your face. Kisses you like he means it this time.

You breathe, “Still want to get it annulled?”

He’s quiet.

Then:

“Shower me with regret later.”

⸻

You’re curled on the hotel bed in Quinn’s hoodie, legs tangled with his, both of you still pretending you’re going to deal with this like adults.

And then Luke walks in.

You forgot he had a key.

You forgot it was a team suite.

The second the door opens, Quinn tenses — but it’s too late.

Luke walks in with a bottle of Gatorade and a half-eaten protein bar, freezes mid-step, and stares at you both.

At your messy hair.

At the way Quinn’s hand is resting low on your thigh.

At the ring.

He drops the bottle.

“What the fuck.”

Quinn doesn’t move. “Luke—”

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.”

You sit up, heart racing. “Okay, listen—”

Luke holds up a hand. “Don’t. Just—don’t.”

He turns to Quinn. “You married her?!”

Quinn sighs. “It was a mistake.”

“A legal mistake?”

You wince. “It wasn’t supposed to—”

“I left you alone for one night!” Luke yells. “One night! And you—” He points at you. “—get hammered, and he—” points at Quinn “—marries you?!”

You look at Quinn. “You wanna say something?”

He shrugs. “It happened.”

Luke looks like he might combust.

“You’ve known her since she was a kid!”

You mutter, “Not a kid anymore.”

Luke’s eyes widen. “Gross.”

Quinn stands up. “Okay. Calm down.”

“Calm down?! You MARRIED my BEST FRIEND!”

“She’s more than that now.”

You both freeze.

Luke blinks. “What?”

Quinn looks at you. Then back at Luke.

“I’m not undoing it.”

Luke stares at him.

“Quinn.”

“She makes me happy.”

You press your lips together to hide the smile.

Luke rubs his temples. “I need to lie down. I need to lie down forever.”

You get off the bed slowly and walk over. “Look… we’re sorry. We didn’t mean for it to happen. But it did. And honestly? I’m not mad about it.”

Luke stares at you. “Are you in love with him?!”

You pause.

Then say quietly, “I think I might be.”

Luke makes a sound like a dying animal and walks straight into the bathroom.

The door slams.

Silence.

You turn to Quinn. “So… that went well.”

Quinn grins. “Could’ve been worse.”

You arch a brow. “How?”

He leans in and kisses you. “He could’ve walked in during last night.”

[edwardhartenjoyer]

Dance with Me

Part 3

Featuring: Taiga | Romeo | Ritsu

Taiga Hoshibami - You were hanging out in the casino of Sinostra, there to be your boyfriend's 'good luck charm' as he liked to call you.

You were bored, though. You didn't mind the excuse to sit on his lap and nap normally, but today, you just wanted to do something fun.

"Taiga, I'm bored. Can't we go do something." You whined softly to him once he won his latest hand.

"We are doing something, Kitty Cat. You're watching me win gyahaha"

You pouted, "I meant something fun, like a date or dancing!" You huffed. He looked at you and raised a brow as a grin broke out across his features.

"Kitty Cat wants to dance huh?"

"Yes, dancing would be fun."

"I'm bored of winning anyways, let's go dance then Kitty" He stood up, and you yelped, clinging to him as he easily manouvered you to carry you in his arms.

He brought you up to his room before setting you down. You wasted no time quickly setting up a song to dance to, not wanting Taiga to lose interest before you even got to see what he danced like.

When the music started, he pulled you close, and, to your complete shock and surprise, he was a really good dancer. Far better than you thought he'd be, and better than you were. He laughed softly anytime you faltered a bit.

When the song ended, he pulled you into a spin before dipping you. He grinned down at you as your face blushed darkly.

"How was that for fun, Kitty?"

Romeo Lucci - You were working in the VIP lounge, monitoring the cameras for your boyfriend while he handled other matters.

Though, you felt like you were starting to go cross eyed from watching the screens and leaned back, looking away from them to give yourself a break.

You looked over to Romeo and watched him for a moment, observing the graceful way he moved even when yelling at someone over the phone. A thought came to you then, and you voiced your question without thinking.

"Romeo? Do you know how to dance?" You asked once he'd hung up his phone. He snapped his head over to look at you.

"What are you babbling about BB?" He huffed. He took a deep breath to calm himself before responding again. "Yes, I know how to dance. Why?"

"Could you teach me?" You pleaded. You wanted to do something fun, and something to get away from staring at screens all day. He frowned.

"I'm FTBTD"

You stared at him for a moment, silently trying to piece together this latest acronym.

"Far to beautiful to dance?" You guessed. You knew he meant busy, but you were hopeful that if you played into his pride, he'd give in.

He gave you a withering look before he sighed. "Fine, one dance." He always did give in to you.

He picked a song and let it start playing before he guided you into the steps. He was, for all his usual short temperment, a fairly patient teacher. He'd calmly correct you, only yelling if you managed to step on his feet one too many times and scuffing his shoes.

When the song ended, he pulled you through an elegant twirl into his arms. "Happy now?" He asked, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

You beamed at him "Very."

Ritsu Shinjo - Bored. Bored, bored, bored. You sighed and slouched in your seat a bit before glancing at Ritsu and straightening your posture.

You were meant to be studying in your room with him, but you just couldn't focus anymore. You were endlessly bored and wanted to do something interesting.

"That's the fifth time you've sighed in the last 20 minutes. Are you okay? Is the material too hard, or would you rather we allocate this time to something more suited to your current mood?" Ritsu asked, as usual, being able to read you like a book.

"I'm just so bored. I can't focus on these words anymore, and I want to do something fun."

Ritsu nodded and closed his book, turning his full attention towards you. "What would be more fun for you then?"

You shrugged, before thinking of an idea that made you grin, "How about dancing?"

"I was unaware dancing was a passtime for you...I'll have to update my files.."

"It's not really, I just think it'd be fun for us to dance together." You admitted, watching as a faint blush rose up on his cheeks.

"You wish to dance with me?" He asked. "Then I won't disappoint you, though dancing is perhaps a skill I lack in."

"That's okay, I'm not the best either, but it's more about having fun than being good."

So you set up some music, cleared away some space, and took Ritsu's hand as he offered it to you.

He definitely wasn't going to win any dance contests, but that was okay because you were having fun. You guided him through the steps and both just making up some when neither of you knew the moves.

When the dance ended, Ritsu hestitantly let go of you. "That was quite fun. Perhaps we should schedule time to do something like this again. That way we can both improve as well."

You smiled and kissed him. "I'd love that."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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[flowery-mess]

There's something so soft about this fic and idk what it is, but I love it🥺 I read it for the first time in the morning and then now again, I loved this chapter so much! But I can't wait for the next one🤭

Kylie stepped in first and immediately froze. James bumped into her shoulder as he followed behind.

Honestly, I hate them for doing that, I'd stop talking to them😭

And for a minute, all you could do was stand there, your back to the room, hand still on the door handle.

I'd leave with them and let him live in my apartment

“Save it. I’m the one who should be sorry.” He mumbled as he passed you on the way to the door.

That passive agression got me worried

Matt’s brows lifted, but he didn’t argue as you nudged at his foot with yours to adjust his position.

I love that confidence and how she's falling in love with the sport

“But you should hear him when he gets home… we’ve got paper thin walls.”

MATT lol don't do that to your friend😭

“Swap with me.” It wasn’t a question, Noah was already tugging his gloves off.

“Don’t care. You’re with Davis now.” He said, already taking Matts place on the mat.

We love protective Noah in this house🤭

“I should’ve asked before I touched you like that. I wasn’t thinking straight… And when they walked in, I saw your face, I thought... I thought I pushed you too far. You looked… I don’t know. Scared. Like you regretted it.”

We love a mature Noah in this house too

“Only if you let me take you to dinner after class." He bargained softly, "Wherever you want."

The answer is YES

"What's a Bad Omens?" You asked

That's probably what I like the most about this story, he's still in the band and does his job, but for her he's just hot gym guy and loves that🥹

When I'm home. You frowned slightly, because that's not the first time he had said that. Where else would he go?

I can't wait when she finds out

“What’s wrong?”

“Talk to me.”

“Would you like me to order for you?”

We love attentive and caring Noah in this house🥺

“No pressure that way, you can have whatever you want.”

“Figured it’s easier than stressing over what to order… and before you say you weren’t, I could tell. You always get quiet when you’re overthinking, something I noticed during that first class.”

He is SO boyfriend material

“Just proud of you,” he expressed

😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

If I say I’ll take care of you…I’ll do it properly.

SHUT UP

“I’d love to, and I would have done...”

He's better than me, I'd hate them

"Want me to walk you up?"

YES

he reached out for your hand, and he held it all the way up to the door of your apartment

🥹🥹🥹🥹

“I'll miss you."

I'll miss YOU, the perfect boyfriend

Who Are You?

Kickboxer!Noah x Reader

Chapter Five

chapter warnings: i don't want to spoil anything but i think it's important for me to mention reader does NOT have an eating disorder!! she's just anxious!! a little nsfw? just a comment from matt tho!! i put too much of myself into reader

masterlist ♡ can i just say thank you sooo much for the love on this fic already it's actually crazy??? the idea for this has been on my mind for months (not to expose myself here but it's been my bedtime scenario to help me sleep for so long lmao) so i'm just happy that i can sit here and giggle and kick my feet whilst i write this and people can feel the same when they read it!! :)

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

Minutes ago...

“You're sure this is a good idea?” Kylie asked, her heels tapping quickly against the hallway floor as she attempted to keep up with James' pace- but right now he was a man on a mission, and he was not slowing down for anyone.

“Of course!" He grinned, turning to face her, "Worst case, we say we forgot she had plans. Best case?” He smirked, “We catch them being horny and weird, and we get to make fun of her forever!”

Kylie stopped in front of the door and fished around in her bag for her spare key, whilst James pressed his ear up against the door, listening.

“I can hear something. Are they... laughing?” His brows furrowed as he waved a hand for Kylie to join him.

“Probably-“

THUMP

“What was that?” James gasped, wide eyed.

Kylie grinned and shoved the key into the lock

“Let’s find out.”

The door slowly creaked open.

Kylie stepped in first and immediately froze. James bumped into her shoulder as he followed behind.

“What-“

And then he froze too...

Because on the couch, front and centre stage, barely five feet away from them, was you and Noah.

Or you straddling Noah, his hand on your hips, your forehead against his shoulder.

James blinked, before turning to Kylie to whisper.

“Are they-“

“OH MY GOD,” Kylie shrieked, not bothering to keep quiet as she sounded somewhere in between thrilled and horrified. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

You yelped, recoiling like you’d been caught stealing candy.

“KYLIE?!”

Noah groaned under his breath, already covering his face with one hand like he’d foreseen this exact scenario in a nightmare.

James stared, wide eyed in stunned silence, and then calmly said.

“Are you… dry humping him on the couch?”

You scrambled upright, bashing your leg into the coffee table in your rush to escape.

“OW FUCK! No! I- we were sparring!”

“Are you sure?” Kylie asked sweetly. “Because it kinda looked like you were trying to fuck him into the upholstery.”

“Jesus Christ.” Noah mumbled under his breath as he sat up.

“Your form was solid, though." James said as he took a step forward, "Good hips.” He nodded, his hand stroking his chin as if he were a judge on a TV show, "Only thing I'd say you could improve on is-"

“JAMES,” you shrieked. “GET OUT!! BOTH OF YOU!!!”

They both giggled as they backed out of the door. You rushed to slam it shut behind them, making it rattle in its frame.

And for a minute, all you could do was stand there, your back to the room, hand still on the door handle.

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move, couldn’t even look at him.

You’d never wanted the floor to swallow you more in your entire life.

You had just been on top of him in front of your best friends.

Oh god. You were never going to hear the end of this.

You thought you should say something to Noah, though you weren't entirely sure what you should say in a situation like this. So, you swallowed hard, your throat burning as you opened your mouth.

“I…” you said, finally turning just enough for him to hear you speak, your eyes still locked firmly on the floor. “You can have a shower if you want. Or… you can just go. It’s fine.”

For a moment, Noah didn’t move. He didn’t say anything.

And you still couldn’t look at him.

Your heart pounded so loudly in your chest that you could barely hear how suffocating the silence actually was. You tucked your hands into the sleeves of your gym shirt, as if that could help you.

“I’m really sorry,” you said, voice quieter now. “About everything. About them. About… that.”

Still, nothing.

You peeked up at him for the briefest second.

He was sitting exactly as you’d left him, on the edge of the couch, head in his hands, forearms resting on his knees. His brows were drawn tight, his lips pressed into a line, eyes fixed somewhere on the carpet, far away. He looked like he was thinking too hard.

And then he got up. He quickly threw his hoodie on and grabbed his gym bag.

“Save it. I’m the one who should be sorry.” He mumbled as he passed you on the way to the door.

He didn’t look your way once. He just reached for the handle with no hesitation.

And left.

…

You didn’t text him all week, and he didn’t text you either.

Not that you expected him to, he looked pretty pissed when he left and that only made you feel more awful about it all. You made him uncomfortable, and now you were afriad he would never talk to you again- because this time he actually had a valid reason.

Every time you unlocked your phone, you thought about texting him. But you didn't know what to say... Hey, its me, sorry! or Did I ruin everything? or Sorry you had to push me off your lap in front of my best friends, still up for class on Tuesday?

A few days later, your friends came over to make up for that night. But they noticed you weren't yourself, and they admitted to feeling guilty about it, but you reassured them it had nothing to do with them, and everything to do with you.

“Has he texted you yet?” Kylie asked gently as she handed you a cup of tea, as if she didn’t already know the answer. You couldn't even look at the tea. It reminded you of him. How he had let you try his, how he had paid for you at the café, how you had screwed everything up before it could even start.

You shook your head, placing the mug down onto the table before curling deeper into the blanket cocoon you’d wrapped around yourself on the couch.

“Nope.”

“Are you going to text him?”

“Nope.”

She gave you a look, crossing her arms as she stood above you.

“Babe.”

“I can’t,” you groaned. “What if he thinks I’m still trying to... I don’t know, hump him on the couch again?!”

James popped his head in from the kitchen, a spoon hanging out of his mouth.

"I'm sure he'd happily accept, did you see the look on his face? I thought he was about to-"

“JAMES!”

“I’m just saying." He shrugged, a grin creeping up on his face, "I'm sure he'd love for you to "fall" on top of him again.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Kylie rolled her eyes as she sat down on the couch beside you.

You groaned and buried your face in the blanket.

“I’m going to cancel my gym membership. I'm never showing my face there again.”

“No,” Kylie said firmly. “You’re not.”

You peeked at her through a little slit in the blanket.

“You can’t stop me!”

“I can,” she replied, tugging the blanket away from your face, “And I will. You love that gym, and you love kickboxing. You finally found something you enjoy and you’re good at, and you’re going to throw it away because you dry humped your hot trainer on a Tuesday?”

“I didn’t-”

“You did.” James called from the kitchen. “And it was hot!”

“Shut up, James!”

Kylie leaned in, lowering her voice.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Neither did he. You tripped and things escalated from there. And I thought you said he was the one who encouraged you to move... on him."

"I thought so, but what if I was wrong? He kept telling me not to move, even when I was trying to get off of him but then that happened... And then you guys walked in. You weren't even supposed to be coming, and I told him that! I'm just worried I made him mad, he couldn't even look at me before he left."

“Babe,” Kylie said gently, “Noah’s not mad. He probably left because he panicked, not because he didn’t like it.”

"So why hasn't he texted me?"

"Why haven't you texted him?"

You stayed quiet, chewing your lip.

“You’re not cancelling your gym membership,” she said again. “You’re going to go to the next class like a grown up and face it. And if he acts weird, then he’s the problem. Not you.”

You stayed buried in the blanket, but your voice was soft when it came out.

“…Will you walk me there?”

“Of course.” Kylie smiled.

...

You’d been anxious all day. You didn't sleep the night before, you couldn’t eat, you couldn’t focus at work. You couldn’t stop thinking about that damn night, and regretting every moment of it.

Your apartment was a mess, responsibilities you've ignored over the last few days were piling up, both clean and dirty laundry piled on the dining table, dishes filled the sink, but all you’d done for the last hour was sit on the edge of your bed, staring at the hand wraps Noah let you borrow last week. The ones you didn't get a chance to give back before he left.

You had taken better care of them than you had yourself for the last few days, you googled if they needed washing, what to use and how to clean them correctly, what's the right way to dry them...

Now, they sat in your lap like they weighed a hundred pounds.

You told yourself that if things went wrong tonight, if he glared at you from across the room, if he ignored you, acted like he hated you, then you were simply only there to return them to him. You'd hand them back. Say thanks. Leave. Cancel your gym membership. Move across the planet.

It was barely a plan. But it was the only thing holding you together right now.

A sudden knock at the door made you flinch, pulling you back from your thoughts as you tossed the wraps down onto your bed and made your way across you apartment to open it.

You could already hear James' voice from the other side of the door. And as you slowly pulled it open, you were met with two overly happy best friends.

Kylie was leaning against the doorframe behind him, arms folded, and James was stood directly in front of you, holding two coffees, you already knew one would be used as some kind of bribe.

“You ready?” Kylie asked, noticing how you were already in your gym clothes.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, but just as you were about to shut the door on them, something got in your way.

It was James' arm. Holding out a coffee.

“Drink this, put some shoes on and grab your bag.”

...

You barely spoke on the way out of your apartment, because you still weren't sure this was a good idea. The walk to the gym was barely even five minutes, but it was long enough to feel your life flash before your eyes.

James continued to sip his coffee, oblivious to your meltdown, whereas Kylie kept glancing over at you- probably to check up on you, though you thought she was making sure you hadn't ran away in the time it took her to push the main door open.

You took a deep breath as you stopped at the curb opposite the gym. It felt like you hadn't been here in years, when only two weeks had passed.

“I can’t go in." You whispered, shrinking into your hoodie like it might shield you.

“You can,” Kylie said, looping her arm through yours. “And you will.”

“What if he ignores me?”

“Then he's an asshole and he doesn't deserve you." She said simply, already steering you toward the crossing.

The light turned green, but you didn't budge.

“Come on.” Kylie tugged your arm.

“I’ll throw up!”

“You won’t.”

“I’ll cry!”

“You might. But that's okay.”

Your feet stayed rooted.

“Kylie-”

Kylie gave James a nod, and he quickly grabbed your other arm, coffee still in hand, and the two of them physically dragged you across the street.

“KYLIE. JAMES. STOP!!”

“Relax,” James waved his hand. “No one even knows what you did. Except us. And Noah. And the couch. And maybe even Aaron, depending on where you hid him.”

You groaned, the building was growing closer with every forced step.

The doors were right there now. Right in front of you.

You knew you had to do this, because what's the worst that could happen? Your life would go back to the way it was 6 months ago, and Noah would find a new girl to teach, to tease, to hold-

That was all the motivation you needed. Suddenly, you feet were moving before you could even attempt to stop, and you had made it into the gym.

As the glass doors slid shut behind you, you turned back to your friends, giving them an unsure wave.

But, as you reached the door to the usual room, you hesitated.

You peeked through the glass panel on the door, just to see if he was there- and yep! You spotted him immediately.

He was across the room, standing in his usual spot, your usual spot, but he was laughing with two guys you didn’t really recognise. They’ve never been here before. Noah looked genuinely happy, like he didn't have a care in the world, and you don't know why that stung the way it did.

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your gym bag, wondering whether or not to leave. You could slip out and nobody would notice. Noah certainly didn't look like he was bothered by your absence.

But you couldn't leave. Not with his hand wraps in your pocket. Or else you’d be reminded of him every time you saw them in your drawer of shame, along with your crochet hooks and acrylic nail kits, and other items from hobbies you had given up on a long time ago.

You swallowed hard, forcing your legs to move, forcing your arms to reach out just enough to push the door open.

Your shoes tapped lightly against the floor as you crossed the room, weaving between bodies, keeping your eyes on him.

You felt more nauseous with every step, and as soon as he was in arms reach, you felt a little light headed, like you might pass out.

You took a breath, barely holding it together as you reached him. You tapped his arm gently, his skin warm under your cold fingertips.

“Noah?” Your voice came out small, a little unsure, but he quickly turned to face you. “Can we… talk?”

For a second, he looked like he wasn’t sure what to say... but before he could answer, Tasha's voice rang across the gym.

“Alright everyone, warm up time! Partners or solo, let’s go!”

Your heart sank. But Noah gave a small, apologetic tilt of his head, offering you a softer look this time, one that was more familiar, more him.

“After class,” he promised quietly. “I’ll find you.”

You barely had time to nod before he was tugged away by one of his friends, the one with the beard and darker hair, leaving you alone.

Great!

With a sigh, you shrugged off your hoodie and dropped your bag by your usual spot on the bench. After a quick sip of water, you began to stretch near the edge of the mats. Everyone else had already partnered up, pairs sprawled across the room, laughing, bouncing lightly on their feet, and there you were. Alone.

You bent to fix your shoes, fiddling with the laces, when a voice spoke beside you.

“You wanna partner up?”

You glanced up.

One of Noah's friends, the one with the slight baby face, smiled at you. His hair was dirty blonde, and you noticed how one of his arms was completely covered in tattoos, matching the one fully covered leg.

"Sure!" You straightened, blinking.

With a kind smile, he held out a hand.

“I'm Matt.”

...

You swiped the back of your wrist across your forehead, the warm up had been a little more intense today, and you already felt a little sticky with sweat.

You had been trying your best to ignore Noah, and it had been working so far. You hadn't glanced his way once, and every time you could hear his voice, you blocked it out- or tried to at least.

But now you needed a drink. You wandered over to the where you left your bottle and took a sip before leaning against the wall to catch your breath. That’s when you noticed Matt struggling to wrap his hands. You spotted how one hand was wrapped too loose, and the other was looking like a tangled shoelace.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out, and Matt’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as you approached, still smiling to yourself.

“Need some help?” You asked, already reaching for the wrap.

Matt made a face, you couldn’t tell if he was somewhat amused or offended.

“It’s harder than it looks, alright.” He said, watching your hands.

You chuckled under your breath, gently taking his left hand, fingers brushing his wrist as you started unravelling the mess.

“You’ve got them a little twisted,” you explained, smoothing the fabric out. “You’ll cut your circulation off if they’re like that.”

“You seem to know what you’re doing.” He pointed out.

You shrugged, carefully looping the wrap across his knuckles, the way Noah had shown you a dozen times now.

You were even slightly surprised you knew what you were doing. But Noah didn’t have to know you knew how to do it, you liked the way he did it for you.

“I had a good teacher.”

Matt thought nothing of it at first, and you finished wrapping his hands. You let yourself glance over at Noah now, just the once, and you kinda wished you didn't. He had just slipped his black gloves on, his chest was still rising and falling pretty quickly from the warm ups, and he was grinning at whoever his other friend was. His hair had fallen over his eyes a little, his biceps looked a little too biteable-

"I think we should spar," Matt said, making you flinch as he pulled you out of your Noah induced daze, "But you'll have to go easy on me, I'm still pretty new at this."

"Yeah," you nodded, your pulse still racing, your cheeks still slightly hot from looking at the guy across the room, "We should."

You both slipped on a pair of gloves, and then you looked at Matt... You tilted your head, giving him an unimpressed once over. His stance was okay, but his feet were too wide apart, shoulders too tight. You knew it wasn’t going to work.

“You’re gonna fall like that.” You pointed out, stepping closer before he could argue.

Matt’s brows lifted, but he didn’t argue as you nudged at his foot with yours to adjust his position.

He stayed perfectly still, watching you with amused eyes as your hand skimmed down his arm, gently repositioning his elbow and wrist.

“Getting real hands on already,” he murmured, grin widening. “If I’d known you were this friendly, I’d have showed up sooner.”

You laughed softly, giving his shoulder a quick push to test his balance.

“If you showed up sooner I probably wouldn’t have had to correct you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled, rolling his neck, “Show me what you got!”

And you did exactly that.

You both sparred for a while, dodging each others moves, laughing as you kept him on his toes. It was clear he wasn’t expecting you to be so good at this, and in all honesty neither were you. You dodged nearly every hit he threw, slipping just out of range, each time his frustration growing more obvious.

“Okay…” Matt exhaled, shaking his head as you ducked another jab, your grin only growing. “You’re way better than I thought.”

“Like I said, I had a good teacher.” You shrugged, your gaze meeting Noah's for just a moment.

Matt’s eyes shot across the room for the briefest second, then, a knowing smirk crawled across his lips.

“Oh… you’re that y/n,” he muttered, stepping forward faintly, “Yeah… Noah always talks about you.”

“He does?” You raised an eyebrow.

Matt didn’t reply right away, he continued to move, forcing you to follow. His grin widened, cocky now.

“All the time… y’know he never really cared too much about the gym before, but now he makes sure he doesn’t miss this class if he can help it. He said he trains with a pretty girl…” His voice dropped to a more teasing tone. “But you should hear him when he gets home… we’ve got paper thin walls.”

He let the words hang, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he watched your guard slowly drop before he continued.

“Your names real familiar by now, I thought I was just hearing things the first few nights,” he added. “Turns out, he’s not exactly quiet when he’s thinking about you.”

Your breath hitched, heart picking up speed. Matt’s grin only widened as he dodged your wobbly jab effortlessly.

“Yeah… one sleepless night was all it took for me to figure out what kind of ‘training’ goes on in his head,” he said. “Can’t unhear it now.”

Before you could respond, he made a move since your guard was down. It was just a quick kick that caught your side, but it knocked you off balance. You stumbled, laughing as you landed hard on your ass.

Matt grinned down at you.

“Gotcha!”

“You asshole!” You chuckled, reaching out for his hand as he offered to help you up.

But just as you made it back to your feet, you heard his voice.

“Swap with me.” It wasn’t a question, Noah was already tugging his gloves off.

“Noah?" Your brows furrowed.

“Dude, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t care. You’re with Davis now.” He said, already taking Matts place on the mat.

Matt rolled his eyes, but seemingly knew better than to fight.

“Fine, fine!” He sighed, giving you a small smile and a gentle wave as he wandered off.

“Are you okay?” Noah asked, his voice laced with panic as he turned his attention back to you. “That looked like it hurt.”

“Noah, I’m fine. Really. He didn’t knock me down, I slipped… You know what I’m like.”

“But he caught you off guard, he shouldn’t have done that.”

He was right. He did catch you off guard…

One sleepless night was all it took for me to figure out what kind of ‘training’ goes on in his head…

“C’mon, let’s take a break.” Noah nodded towards the benches by the side of the mat.

You didn’t fight him. Mostly because your lower back was already starting to throb from where you hit the floor, and the adrenaline was wearing off quick.

The second you sat down, you winced. You shifted a little, but it was enough for Noah to notice, his brows furrowing immediately.

“Where?”

“Where what?” You blinked.

“Where does it hurt?” His tone left no room for argument, his gaze sweeping over you like he was assessing every inch for damage.

“It’s nothing.” You tried to say, but he was already crouching in front of you, his hands- still wrapped but he had ditched the gloves now- were resting lightly on your knees, waiting for permission to check.

He tilted his head, eyes softer now as he said it again.

"Tell me where it hurts."

Your cheeks flushed.

"Just... near the bottom of my back."

“That’s what I thought.” He said, stepping over the bench so he could get behind you. His thumb carefully brushed the hem of your shirt, “Lift this a little?”

You swallowed, fingers trembling slightly as you pulled your shirt up. His thumb gently dipped beneath the waistband of your leggings, moving them down just the slightest bit, just enough for him to see the faint mark blooming across your skin.

His jaw flexed. His thumb traced the space just beside the bruise, never on it, never pressing.

“He shouldn’t have done that.” Noah muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you as he stepped back over the bench.

“It was my fault, I wasn't paying attention-”

“No, it wasn’t.” He said, crouching down to your level. “You don’t blame yourself for that.”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you settled for a weak smile.

“Stay here,” he said, standing. “I’ll grab some more water.”

When Noah returned with two bottles of water, sitting beside you on the bench, something had changed. Now that you weren’t on the floor in pain, you had both remembered.

He handed you the bottle, but neither of you spoke.

You both sat there in silence, you were thinking of how to word what you wanted to say, and so was he. In all the weeks of coming to the gym and seeing Noah, nothing had ever felt as awkward as it did right now. Not even the time you misjudged and kicked him in the balls.

It was just too quiet.

You fiddled with the bottle cap, twisting it open and taking a sip just to avoid saying what you knew was coming. Noah ran a hand through his hair, his own bottle untouched.

Then, finally, when you both spoke at once.

“So about last week-”

“I should probably explain-”

You both cut off, blinking at each other, the corner of his mouth lifting with a little awkward grin.

“Sorry." You mumbled, laughing under your breath.

“No, you first.” He offered, voice lower and quieter than usual- nervous perhaps, though he hid it pretty well.

You hesitated, chewing the inside of your cheek before glancing at him.

“I… thought you were avoiding me.”

“I thought you were avoiding me.” He said, his eyebrows raised in surprise, and a little amusement.

You breathed a soft laugh, fiddling with the thumb hole in your sleeve.

“I wasn’t. I was just… embarrassed, and I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me again.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“Why?”

“Because…” You looked away, staring down at the bottle in your hands, thumb running over the ridges of the plastic. “Because my friends barged in, and it was embarrassing for me. And I thought it was for you too, and then you couldn't even look at me afterwards... I thought I made you mad."

Noah stayed quiet for a second, his gaze fixed on you, though you were still looking down at your bottle. After a moment, you heard him exhale softly, like he was trying to ease something off his chest.

“You didn’t make me mad,” he said, his voice gentle, "Not at all."

You peeked up at him. His brows furrowed a little as he sat back, water bottle resting loose in his hands.

“I couldn’t look at you,” he admitted, the faintest edge of embarrassment touching his tone, “Because I thought I messed it up.”

"Messed what up?” You frowned.

“That night,” he said, gaze dropping to the ground for a second before meeting yours again. “I should’ve asked before I touched you like that. I wasn’t thinking straight… And when they walked in, I saw your face, I thought... I thought I pushed you too far. You looked… I don’t know. Scared. Like you regretted it.”

“Noah,” you whispered, shaking your head quickly, “I wasn’t scared. And I didn’t regret it.”

He didn’t answer right away, but the tension in his shoulders eased a little, though hus eyes searched yours like he wasn’t sure if he could believe you yet.

“I didn’t stop you,” you added softly, the words barely above a whisper, "Because I wanted it too."

Noah was quiet for a moment, like he was taking your words in. Then, with a little nod of his head, he hummed.

“Okay,” he said with a soft chuckle. “Well, I'm glad we're both idiots.”

You laughed at that, nodding your head as you felt the weight on your chest finally lift for the first time in days.

"We are."

Now, the silence between you felt comfortable. You sighed contently, like you could finally breathe.

However, the silence didn't last for long. Because your stomach decided now was the perfect time to let out a long, humiliating growl!

grrrrrhrggghhhg

Your eyes widened in horror, and you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. Noah’s brows raised slightly.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, his voice soft as his eyes met yours again.

You opened your mouth to deny it on instinct, but his head tilted knowingly, cutting you off before you could speak.

“Don’t lie,” he murmured, eyes narrowing in playful warning. “I’ve been watching you. You've not been yourself, your hands are shaky and you let Matt knock you on your ass… how long’s it been since you ate?”

"Last night," you confessed, fiddling with your bottle again, "I've felt too sick, too nervous to eat all day. I've been worrying about seeing you, I was worried you wouldn't want to talk to me."

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice softening. “I told you… I’m the idiot who thought you wouldn’t wanna talk to me.”

Your lips parted like you wanted to say something, but you couldn’t.

Noah exhaled softly, eyes still steady on yours before he leaned down, reaching for his gym bag beside the bench. After a moment of rummaging, he pulled out a protein bar, the wrapper slightly crumpled but still intact.

"This is all I've got," he said, sounding almost a little disappointed , like he genuinely wished he could pull a full meal out of his gym bag for you, "I guess it's better than nothing."

You smiled faintly, your nerves unraveling just enough to let a breathier laugh slip out.

“It’s fine,” you murmured, reaching for it, “Thank y-”

But before your fingers could brush the wrapper, he held it just out of reach, brow raised, the corner of his mouth curving ever so slightly.

“Only if you let me take you to dinner after class." He bargained softly, "Wherever you want."

My bed?

Your lips parted, eyes darting between his and the protein bar like you were considering the terms of a contract.

“It doesn’t have to be a date,” he added, “I already told the guys I’ll drop them home so I'll do that first... then we’ll get food. Is that okay? You can still have the protein bar if you say no by the way.”

The sincerity in his tone made your heart warm. You nodded once, small but certain, and he finally handed over the bar.

“Good.” He smiled.

You hesitated, eyeing the wrapper suspiciously, then took a cautious bite… and instantly grimaced.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled around the dry, chalky mouthful, “I've had one of these before... and I swore I'd never touch one again!"

Noah chuckled under his breath, stealing the rest from your hand and finishing it off himself with zero hesitation.

"Dunno what you mean, they're delicious!" He teased, though it was clear he was trying not to scrunch his face up.

Despite everything, you smiled, settling back on the bench beside him, shoulders brushing slightly. For the first time all week, you could actually breathe.

"I'd ask if you want to get back on the mats," Noah said, looking over at where you had left your gloves, "But I don't want to risk you passing out on me."

"Wouldn't be my most graceful moment." You laughed softly, nudging his shoulder.

Noah's lips parted, like he was about to say something. Then, his eyes drifted across the room towards his friends. They looked like they were meant to be sparring, but instead they were messing around, seeing who could wrap their arms and legs around a punching bag and stay on for the longest.

"Okay," Noah sighed under his breath, "If they don’t wanna be sensible..." He stood, grabbing both your gym bags without asking, slinging his own over his shoulder. "We’re leaving."

"You sure?" You asked, standing slowly.

"They’re barely training, you nearly fainted, and I promised you food. Let’s go."

You smiled, following him across the mats as he called out to the other two.

"We’re done. Grab your stuff."

Matt groaned dramatically but obeyed, the darker haired one- you heard Noah say his name was Davis- shrugging as they followed on behind you.

You didn’t miss how all three of them were wearing something with the words Bad Omens on it... Noah's shorts had the name printed down the side, Matt had a black hoodie with a design on the back, and Davis wore a tshirt with the name on the front. It could've bene a coincidence, but you've noticed Noah seems to wear a lot of things with that name on...

"What's a Bad Omens?" You asked, eyeing the clothes. "You guys in some sort of cult?"

"You could say that," Davis snorted, "But no, it's a band that we're all... fans of."

"Like... a boyband?" You chuckled, watching Matt's smirk grow even more mischievous.

"Metal band." Davis clarified with a nod of his head.

"Yeah but the lead singer? He's pretty enough to be in one, isn't that right, Noah?"

"I... uh..."

You looked over at him, intrigued.

“You a fan too?”

"Yeah... something like that." Noah said, but thankfully this conversation ended as you reached the car- and now Matt and Davis were arguing over the front seat.

“Hey, you sat in the front on the way here!”

“Yeah only cos you walked!”

“So it should be me-“

“I’m older.”

“It’s Noah’s fucking car!”

"Guys, calm the fuck down," Noah interrupted, unlocking the car with a click. His hand pressed lightly to your lower back as he guided you toward the passenger side. "She’s got the front."

Ignoring the guys groans, you slid into the passenger seat, still hyper aware of the warmth of Noah’s hand as it drifted off your back, his touch lingering on your skin long after it was gone. The door clicked shut beside you, and you stared at the dashboard for a second, completely frozen.

You were in Noah’s car.

Noah’s car.

The inside smelled a little like him, you definitely needed to find out what cologne he uses. His hoodie was on the drivers seat, you assumed he took it off just as he got out earlier. He threw his and your gym back into the back with the guys, where you could hear Matt and Davis still bickering as they piled in behind you, but it all felt muffled compared to the way your pulse thundered in your ears.

You were in Noah’s car.

The guy you only knew as the hot gym guy just months ago!

Breathe. Just breathe.

You shifted awkwardly, gripping your seatbelt with shaky hands, fingers fumbling as you tried to clip it in. Noah slid into the driver’s side, glancing your way, one brow raising faintly as he caught your expression.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice laced with amusement like maybe he already knew exactly why you looked ready to combust.

You forced a little nod, swallowing hard as you clicked the seatbelt into place.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, cheeks burning. “Just… y’know… your car.”

A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he started the engine.

“Yeah, you like it?” He teased.

...

After dropping the guys off, the car was noticeably quieter... You sat in the passenger seat, picking at your nails as Noah pulled away from the curb.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just one hand on the wheel, the other relaxed on the gear stick. The radio played quietly, which you were thankful for, glad you weren't sat together in complete silence.

“Where d’you wanna go?” He asked, glancing over at you. You were a little surprised at how gentle his voice was.

You opened your mouth, but your brain faltered. You couldn’t think. The nerves from earlier were still sat in your chest, and being in his car next to him wasn't exactly helping. You weren’t even sure what you felt like eating.

“I…” you hesitated, shaking your head with a small shrug of your shoulders. “I dunno.”

Noah’s eyes were back on the road, but his lips curved into a small smile.

“That’s alright,” he replied, steering easily through the traffic. “I’ve got somewhere in mind... It’s nothing fancy. Just somewhere I like to go when I’m home.”

When I'm home.

You frowned slightly, because that's not the first time he had said that. Where else would he go? You already guessed he travelled a lot for work, so just assumed he meant that, and you nodded.

“Okay.”

The ride wasn’t long. Maybe five, ten minutes tops. But it felt longer with how aware you were of him, and how close he was- as if you weren't sat on top of him last week.

Eventually, he pulled into a small parking lot beside a little building with soft lighting spilling from the windows. It wasn’t what you expected, though you didn't even know what you were expecting.

The place was small, but it was inviting. It looked cozy from the outside, and that was confirmed as you followed him in. The lighting was warm, the sound of chatter and laughter filled the air, along with the smell of food, which made your stomach grumble once again.

The waiter by the door didn’t even ask for a name. Just a nod at Noah, like they knew him well, and you were led to a booth tucked near the back by a window.

You both sat down, giving the waiter your drinks order before he left.

And now here you were, sat across from Noah at a small, worn in table, menu in hand, eyes darting nervously between the list of food and him.

Noah sat casually, forearms resting on the table as he thumbed through the menu.

You, on the other hand, were barely skimming the options.

It wasn’t even the food. It was him... His presence, the soft look in his eyes, how nervous you suddenly felt around him.

You had felt this way before, but every time you had ever caught feelings for someone, it was never reciprocated- and if it was, it was only an act so they could get in your pants. But here you were, sat across from a guy who genuinely seemed to care about you, and the thought of him possibly feeling the same way as you made your heart do something you couldn't explain.

You hadn't even noticed you'd been staring blankly at the menu, not reading it. You'd been in a world of your own, and you quickly managed to snap yourself out of it and looked at the options.

Cheeseburgers. Fries. Onion rings. Mac and cheese. Double bacon cheeseburgers. It all sounded delicious... if you were sat at home by yourself in front of the tv, but the thought of ordering something like this in front of Noah made you feel a little uneasy.

And, of course, Noah noticed. His gaze lifted, head tilting slightly as he set his menu down.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice startled you slighlty, fingers tightening around the laminated page.

“Nothing!”

He didn’t buy it. His stare didn’t waver, but his expression softened, as did his voice.

“Talk to me.”

Your throat tightened, cheeks warming as you exhaled slowly, admitting under your breath,

“I don’t… know what to get.”

The words barely made it past your lips, but he caught them.

“That’s okay,” he leaned forward a little, his hand resting casually near yours on the table, like he was wanted to touch you but held back. “You’ve never been here before.”

You bit your lip, heart racing embarrassingly fast. Noah let the quiet stretch a moment longer, eyes searching yours before adding gently,

“Would you like me to order for you?”

The softness and sincerity in his voice made it hard to say no. So, despite the feeling in your chest, you nodded your head.

"Okay... yeah."

A small grin spread across his face, subtle but enough for you to notice, and your heart to skip a beat.

The menu stayed in your lap, mostly forgotten about, your fingers fidgeting with the corner as Noah caught the attention of the waiter.

You half expected him to just order his own food twice, but instead he almost listed off the whole menu. Two different burgers. Chicken nuggets. Fries. Onion rings. Even a side of wings, and also requested some different sauces.

You blinked, glancing up at him as the waiter scribbled everything down and walked off.

“That’s… a lot." You almost whispered, your voice quieter than you meant it to be.

Noah leaned back in the booth, casually draping his arm along the backrest, eyes fixed on yours- god he's so fucking hot.

“Yeah.” He nodded, like it was obvious. “No pressure that way, you can have whatever you want.”

You felt like your heart was going to burst with the amount of pure love you felt for this man.

You almost felt yourself begin to tear up- sure, it was just a simple gesture, all he did was order a bunch of things from the menu, but he did it for you. To make sure you had a choice, that there was at least one thing you liked.

“Noah, you didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” His eyes softened as he spoke, “Figured it’s easier than stressing over what to order… and before you say you weren’t, I could tell. You always get quiet when you’re overthinking, something I noticed during that first class.”

Your stomach did a silly little flip at that, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. You looked away, tucking your hands into your lap.

He’d noticed. And instead of blatantly pointing it out, making it worse, he made it easier.

The food didn’t take long to come, and in the time it took you had been telling Noah all about your week, and your asshole of a boss. But then, the table was filled with plates, a basket of fries, burgers stacked high, golden onion rings- it all smelled incredible, and your stomach agreed, growling loudly enough that Noah huffed a soft laugh under his breath.

“See,” he teased, already reaching for one of the burgers, sliding the basket of fries toward you, “It smells good, right?”

You reached for a fry, hesitating a little, but Noah didn’t rush you. He didn’t say anything, just started eating his own food. You nibbled at the fry, glancing up at him across the table.

He caught your gaze and smirked faintly, nodding toward the rest of the food.

“Try this,” he said, not long after, holding half of his burger out toward you, it did look delicious. “It’s good!”

You hesitated again, but he was so patient with you. Your heart fluttred as you leaned forwards, taking a bite. Noah watched you carefully, smirking as you hummed softly in approval.

“Good, right?” He said as he pulled the burger back. “Told you.”

You nodded, still chewing, smiling despite yourself. The nerves didn’t completely vanish, but they eased enough for you to actually eat and enjoy the food, your appetite growing again.

…

You weren’t even sure how it happened, but between the two of you, every plate on the table was empty after about 20 minutes- besides the spicy wings, which you pulled a face at when you tried, and Noah teased you for it. You were comfortably full now, slouched just slightly in your seat, fingers lazily chasing the last few fries in the basket.

Noah watched you, elbows resting on the table, silently taking in how comfortable you looked now compared to earlier. You peeked up, catching the way his lips had curved into a small, warm smile.

“What?” You asked, wiping your hands with a napkin.

“Nothing.” He said with a gentle tilt of his head, his eyes warming as they met yours, along with his heart.

Your brows furrowed, but his smile only grew as he leaned in a little more.

“Just proud of you,” he expressed, voice a little quieter now. “I know you weren’t feeling yourself earlier.”

Your mouth hung open a little, and you didn't trust yourself to speak as you noticed how his words made your tummy feel fuzzy. You wanted him to tell you that again and again and again. You looked up again to meet his eyes, and something in the way he looked at you in this moment settled you more than anything else had all day.

You swallowed gently, tucking your hands beneath the table.

“Thank you.” You whispered, quiet but honest, looking away to try and hide the way your cheeks had turned pink.

A gentle, comfortable silence settled between the two for a quick moment, until Noah leaned back, tossed his napkin onto the plate and glanced toward the door.

“I should probably get you home,” he said. “Before your friends freak out.” Oh yeah. Kylie and James were waiting for you at your place.

“…Shit.” You blinked, laughing under your breath as realisation settled over you. “I didn’t tell them I was going anywhere.”

“What, you just disappeared on them?” Noah chuckled.

“I didn’t think you’d actually take me to get food," you confessed, a little embarrassed, "I thought you were just saying it… just to be nice.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, pushing his chair back as he stood. His large hand came down, palm open in silent offer. You slipped your hand into his, letting him help you up, trying not to think about how perfectly your hand fit in his.

“For the record,” he murmured as you gathered your things, “I never say things I don’t mean. If I say I’ll take care of you…” His eyes met yours with a look that matched the teasing yet serious tone in the way he spoke, “I’ll do it properly.”

You followed him out, Noah’s hand brushed lightly against your lower back as he guided you toward the car, his gentle touch lingering for a moment longer than it probably needed to, like he wasn’t quite ready to let this evening end yet.

“Watch your head.” He said as he opened the passenger door for you.

The simple gesture made your heart warm, like everything else he does, but you slipped in carefully and let him shut the door for you, before he circled around to the drivers side.

The ride started quiet, the two of you still full but comfortable, you could already feel yourself wanting to yawn- it had been a long and rather emotional day.

You glanced his way once, studying his side profile, the line of his jaw, the tattoo on his throat that crept up the side of his neck- his perfect fucking nose that you wished you could reach out and just boop.

You hated how much you wanted him close again. Even if it was just for a moment, and you had spent all week regretting it, but you couldn't stop thinking about how his hands felt on your hips, how warm his bare chest was beneath your fingertips, how hard he was beneath you, and how it felt as he rocked you against him-

Stop. You shook the the thoughts from your head... but just as the horny ones left, the dreaded ones found their way back.

What if you didn't let your friends drag you across the street to the class? What if you only dropped by the class to hand his wraps back to him and leave again without saying a word. Would he have reached out? Or would he have let this- whatever was going on between you- die?

You exhaled quietly, turning your head to look out the window.

“Hey…” His voice gently pulled you from your thoughts, he glanced your way for a second before returning to the road. “You've gone quiet.”

"Sorry... I was thinking."

“Don't do that, you'll give yourself a headache,” he smirked, gently teasing. “No, seriously,” he prompted, voice a little softer now, “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether to come up with a lie or an excuse, but knowing Noah, he'd see through you.

"I almost didn't go to the class today. My friends had to physically drag me across the street because I was too scared to face you again... but if I didn't come, what would've happened?"

You noticed the way Noah’s fingers flexed on the wheel as he pulled the car to a slow stop outside your building, not even realising you were here already. He parked up, turning the engine off, before answering.

“What would've happened?” He repeated your question under his breath, eyes fixed ahead for a second like he was thinking it over. “I would’ve gone insane,” he admitted simply, turning his face to meet your eyes. “I spent the whole week thinking I screwed everything up. I was ready to text, I wanted to… but I couldn’t tell if you wanted space, or if you hated me, or…” He exhaled, shaking his head with a quiet laugh, almost at himself. “Guess we both overthink shit.”

"Yeah... well, we don't have to anymore." You said hopefully, meeting his eyes with a soft smile. The kind that made his heart race.

He chuckled under his breath, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before looking away again. You unbuckled your seatbelt slowly, the click loud in the quiet car.

“I’d say come in… but my friends are waiting for me, and I'm already gonna get interrogated tonight, and I'm sure you'd rather not suffer through a million questions too.”

You noticed the way he smiled at the offer, but he also hesitated briefly.

“I’d love to, and I would have done...” he sighed, his voice dropping softer, sounding almost regretful. “But I’ve got a flight to catch in a few hours.”

"What?! A flight?" Your eyes widened.

"Yeah... work stuff." He nodded, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it a little. “It's just for a couple days."

You tilted your head, studying him.

“You’ve got a flight to catch... and you’re out here with me instead?”

That made him chuckle, and he nodded softly.

“Yeah,” he said simply, like it was obvious. “You were more important.”

For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. You were frozen completely still... did he really just say that or was this a dream? Did you pass out in the gym when Matt knocked you down?

Noah just chuckled to himself and opened his door, stepping out. The sound brought you back to earth and you followed him out the car, waiting for him to grab your gym bag from the backseat.

"Want me to walk you up?" He asked, and you answered with a nod.

Slinging your bag over his shoulder, he reached out for your hand, and he held it all the way up to the door of your apartment, his thumb brushing the back of your palm every now and then, as if to remind you this was real.

Once you reached your door, the two of you stilled. The world around you seemed to just melt away as you looked up into his brown eyes, a colour you’ve grown to love.

You really took him in from this angle... the small scars on his face which you guessed had been left behind from piercings, the dark colour of his lashes, the shape of his lips, the little freckle just under his eye... you wanted to reach out, cup his face in your hands, stand on your tip toes and kiss every inch of him.

His eyes dipped to your lips again, lingering for just a second longer than they should’ve. But he didn’t lean in, even when you thought he was going to. Instead, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slighlty, his fingers gently curling higher up your wrist, and then he lifted your hand between you.

You barely managed to swallow the lump in your throat as he pressed his lips to the back of your hand.

His lips were warm and soft against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as his eyes met yours, looking at you through his lashes as he gave you the most gentle, delicate kiss.

It was an innocent gesture, but the way he lingered, the way his eyes locked with yours, made it feel incredibly intimate.

You were surprised your knees didn't give out beneath you. The feeling of his lips alone sent heat to your lower belly but the way he looked up at you through it almost made you whimper

“See you next week?"

You nodded, mouth dry, brain working overtime just to form a sentence... but somehow, something slipped out before you could overthink it.

“Text me… when you land?” you whispered, almost shyly. “Just… so I know you got there safe. Wherever you're going.”

“I will,” he promised quietly, his voice soft and sincere. Then, just as he pulled away, gently letting go of your hand, he whispered, “I'll miss you."

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reading this back i don’t really like this chapter :/ BUT THE NEXT ONE…….

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[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

LOVE INSURANCE

He picks you up at exactly the time you told him. As his car pulls up and the rear window rolls down, your colleagues whisper about the handsome hunk inside, but someone mutters something about how tacky the car looks. You ignore them completely and rush straight toward him.

He steps out of the car and immediately picks you up in his arms. You protest, wriggling to break free, telling him not to do this in public.

But he puts you down gently and spins you around.

He’s been gone for a couple of weeks, off doing God knows what. You hate to admit it, but it’s been a rough few weeks, and given the state your city is in, it's no surprise. Still, you're not too worried.

As you break free from his hold and continue the ride home, you ask him how things went, how business was. His usual vague “as usual” means a lot, but his tone is lighter than when he left.

“I’m hungry. Let’s grab something,” you say.

“I already brought your meal,” he replies, eyes fixed on the road, muttering something about where he kept it.

But before you can reach for the wrapped food...

“Not now. Wait until we get home,” he says firmly.

“I’ll die of hunger by then. You’re such an asshole. A gentleman but still an asshole,” you drawl. “A gentle asshole, should I add?”

He swerves slightly as a car cuts in front. The turn isn’t sharp, but it’s clearly his way of expressing displeasure, followed by a click of his tongue.

“Don’t ‘dude’ me. And what the fuck is a gentle asshole?” he retorts.

“Dudeeeee,” you whine, dragging the word out—only for your stomach to growl in agreement.

He sighs heavily. You try to explain that even your stomach is calling him “dude” now, which earns another tongue click and an abrupt halt of the car.

“Let’s get out. You’ll eat now,” he mutters, unlocking the doors.

You smile, unfasten your seatbelt, and before you can even reach for the handle, he’s already opening the door for you.

You find a quiet spot in the park. The late evening air is still warm, slowly slipping into night. Settling on a bench, you waste no time digging into your meal.

The speed with which you eat makes him feel slightly guilty. He hadn’t realized how hungry you were, and maybe he was torturing you just a bit. But he pushes the thought aside; at least he found this nice park for you to enjoy your meal.

“So, how did things go? Anything I should worry about?” you ask as you slide your hand around his arm, resting your head on his shoulder.

His body relaxes the moment you touch him. He didn’t realize how heavy the stress had been, until you melted it away.

“So far, so good,” he says softly, brushing your hair from your forehead. “And you?” he adds, flicking your forehead.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, okay.”, he adds.

“Of course I’m not worried about your stupid gang stuff,” you mumble.

His brow furrows at that, but the next words bring quiet relief.

“But I do worry about you. These internal frictions have taken a toll on you. Don’t think you can hide that from me.” You pout, gently.

The soft breeze and the warm summer air swirl around you. With his heart suddenly full, he shifts to fully face you, drawing his arm away from your grasp.

“What are you doing?” you ask, but he shushes you as he pulls you into his arms again.

“It’s fine, stupid. I’m used to it,” he mumbles, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you, so tight it almost feels like he’s trying to squeeze the pain out of his own body through you.

But as your ear rests against his chest, you notice his heartbeat, it’s faster than usual.

You know it’s not fine at all.

Even if Jaegyeon Na is used to the chaos and uncertainty, you know he desperately wants peace. That’s why he’s willing to go to such lengths for the city, even making pacts that demand everything from him: heart and soul.

“Even if it’s not fine... you know I’m here,” you whisper.

“Did you hit your head or something? Getting sentimental out of nowhere?” he teases, pulling back slightly and giving your shoulder a nudge.

“Buddy, your emotionally constipated ass can’t handle basic human decency,” you shoot back, clapping back hard.

He laughs at that, really laughs, and flicks your forehead again. “Keep calling me ‘dude’ or 'buddy', and you’re banned from getting in the car.”

You challenge him if that’s even possible, and soon, you’re both lost in playful bickering, your banter bouncing back and forth, lightening the mood.

Then, without a word, you pull him into a hug again.

“Someone’s clingy today,” he teases, but he wraps his arms around you again, easily.

“Be glad someone missed you,” you say.

That shuts him up. Completely.

And he’s glad. For everything. For you.

Glad you stuck around when there were so many chances to leave.

Grateful you never let go even when things got rough.

And he knows,deeply, fiercely, that one day, when peace finally comes, he’ll take all your worries away and give you the quiet, stable life you deserve.

Jaegyeon Na was anything but peaceful inside.

But right now, he was glad.

And grateful.

And that, for now, was enough.

[saintthesigma]

we won’t let you disappear - class 1A ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ (chapter 1 - cracks in the armor)

warnings: poor mental health, mentions of ed, suicidal thoughts, attempts of suicide, pushing peers away, hospitals (some will not apply to all chapters)

notes: first ever series!! 😋

the sky above the training field was clear, too bright for how heavy you felt.

you didn’t know when it started. maybe it had been building for weeks — or months. but it had settled inside you like fog, wrapping itself around your ribs until every breath felt like a chore.

aizawa barked orders from across the field. Class 1-A was running full-speed combat drills. you should have been able to handle this. you had handled worse.

but everything was slower now.

your limbs didn’t respond right.

your heart pounded too hard in your ears.

and your vision — it was going gray at the edges again.

midoriya ran past you in a blur, calling something you couldn’t make out.

mina noticed it first. “hey—are you okay?”

you blinked. stumbled.

and then the world tilted. your knees hit the ground. everything dimmed to black.

⸻

you woke up to the hum of machinery and the smell of antiseptic.

“she’s awake,” recovery girl murmured. her voice was soft, but laced with concern.

you blinked, eyes adjusting to the lights of the nurse’s office. your head throbbed. your mouth was dry.

“don’t move too quickly,” she warned gently. “you fainted.”

you opened your mouth, tried to speak, but she beat you to it.

“i already know,” she said, glancing at the monitor. “you haven’t eaten in days, have you?”

silence.

your breath caught.

“you’re severely undernourished. dehydrated. your energy reserves are practically empty. it’s a miracle you lasted as long as you did.”

tears burned behind your eyes, but you forced them down.

just as she moved to bring you water, the door opened.

aizawa stepped in.

his eyes locked on you immediately — not furious, but sharp. controlled. serious in a way that made your stomach twist.

“why?” he asked, voice flat.

you tried to look away, but he stepped closer.

“you put your body through advanced-level combat drills while starving yourself,” he said. “that’s not just careless. that’s dangerous. you could’ve been seriously hurt — or worse.”

“i didn’t mean to—”

“you didn’t mean to,” he repeated, voice rising slightly for the first time. “so what did you mean to do?”

you couldn’t answer.

“do you understand that i can’t allow this to happen again?” he said, quieter now, but still firm. “i care about your safety, but i’m also your teacher. if you don’t start taking care of yourself, i’ll have to remove you from field training. permanently.”

the silence that followed was worse than the scolding.

“i’ll be back later,” he muttered, turning toward the door. “recovery girl will monitor your condition. start eating. today.”

he didn’t slam the door — but it felt like he had.

you stared at your hands.

“don’t take it too hard,” recovery girl said gently after a moment. “he’s harsh because he’s worried. but you do need help, dear. and you need to let us help you.”

you didn’t reply. you didn’t know how.

⸻

later that evening

you didn’t expect bakugou to show up.

but there he was, standing just inside the doorway, arms crossed.

“come on,” he grumbled. “i’m walking you back.”

you followed in silence, head low, footsteps slow against the polished dorm hallway floors.

“is this about being skinny or something?” he muttered suddenly.

you stopped walking.

he looked at you, scowling — not in disgust, but confusion. anger. fear.

“you starving yourself so you can drop a couple pounds? is that it?”

“no,” you whispered. “it’s not like that.”

“then what the hell is it?!” he snapped. “you think collapsing in the middle of a fight is gonna make you look cool? you think hurting yourself’s the answer?”

your throat tightened.

“i’m not doing this to get attention,” you said, voice shaking. “i just… i don’t want to be here anymore. i don’t feel like i belong here. or anywhere.”

bakugou’s eyes widened, just for a second.

he turned away. ran a hand through his hair. his voice dropped.

“you’re not fucking invisible, okay?”

you blinked.

“i see you. we all do. you think no one notices when you check out of conversations? when you stop smiling?”

he looked back at you, jaw clenched.

“you think no one gives a shit if you disappear?”

you didn’t have an answer.

so he gave you one.

“i would.”

[jynerie]

"So, When do we start?"

summary: A fae who grants wishes but with a price, and an adventurer who has a wish.... and also knows his way around fae deals and contracts. pairing: gojo satoru x reader themes: crack-fic ish if you squint, very wordy, very descriptive, kind of serves as an introductory to a possible long fic or onehot but idk

A fae whose domain is part of the forbidden forest, you thrive on being the trickster, being the one who messes with the minds of adventurer’s that cannot handle your jokes, your pranks– and most importantly, the price they need to pay for the request to a fae such as you.

You had encountered many adventurer’s, many who asked much from you, and many who could not fulfill their part of the deal with you. Many of them, their lives you have taken as yours– or you had forcefully taken what they had promised as their price: their firstborn, their wealth, their lives— and it was your everyday life. 

So when you feel the presence of adventurers enter your domain, you peek into what the trees can tell you. Three people, a woman, two males. They’re all strong– stronger than past adventurers that wandered into your domain, and you watch them, silently. 

The woman, you like immediately, for her demeanor, her looks, her power from what you could observe, however, you aren’t fond of her habit of smoking. You purposely made sure that the moment she tries to light a cigarette, it's quickly shut down by a flick of your hand. A breeze or a tree branch that nearly fell on her which made her stop her acts of lighting the cig. You giggle at the shriek she let out. 

The man with long dark hair is quiet, a silent wall, but he’s loud with his team. He’s sturdy, and you can tell that he has a lot of physical strength. You hum, watching from a distance as he prepares their campfire for the night. He seems dependable, responsible. Your eyes flicker over to the other guy. 

Tall, snowy hair, bright blue eyes…. And also hot. You watch as he walks like he owns the ground, the way he easily destroys the monsters that live in your terrain, and the way he throws his head back when he laughs, the way he's confident in his abilities, how laidback he is for a trip in the forbidden forest– especially in your domain, where many high level monsters lurk. 

But also, you wonder. What are these adventures doing in your terrain, where you, a fae of nature and a fae with the ability to grant wishes, reside? What would they even wish for, to look for a fae such as yourself? 

You decide to let them wander for a good three more days, observing them, before finally letting them down the right path of the forest that leads to your home. It takes a few hours, but finally, you hear their boots crunch on the leaves, hear the whoosh as they breeze through your pranks, and a hand lifts the vines that serve as the entrance to your clearing. 

“What brings you adventurers to the domain of the fae?” You greet them, voice light, airy– carrying through the breeze like bells jingling. You're lying down on your stomach on a lower branch of one the largest trees, staring down at the three adventurers that look around your home with a mix of suspicion and awe. 

“Is it a fight?” You tilt your head, wings fluttering behind you. “A wish, perhaps?”

The man with snowy hair steps forward and you raise a brow. “Ah, so you do have a wish, I see?” 

But what leaves his mouth is “A goddess.” he breathes out. And you lie there, frozen in place before letting out a giggle that echoed throughout the clearing. “Oh? How bold!”

The woman he's with hits him over the head, and his other teammate lets out a heavy sigh. “I apologize... Oh, fae. But… we’re here for a wish.” The dark haired man bows his head. You let out a hum of appreciation at his act of respect, and you raise a brow at the still gawking blue-eyed man

He quickly composes himself, mumbling a small, “A goddess.” Before he clears his throat. “Oh, the most beautiful fae of the forbidden forest, it's mostly my wish. Not theirs. They’re simply here to accompany me to search for you.” 

You tilt your head. “And what is that wish?”

“I wish for my student to be rid of his illness.” Despite his fumblings from earlier, you can see how serious he is, with the way his brows furrow, and his lips turn into a firm line. “He’s been suffering for weeks, and I do not want to see him suffer any longer, so please, whatever price is needed to pay, I will give.”

You hum, grinning widely, teeth sharp as you run a curious finger over your jaw as you think of his wish. “Hmmm, this is not my first time granting a wish such as yours. But for a wish such as that, then the price you must pay… Well, I run on a life for a life principle, so for the life of your student, you must pay for the life of your firstborn."

Your eyes shine momentarily. "Thus, dear adventurer, are you willing to give me your firstborn in exchange for the life of your student?” 

Something glints in the eyes of the man as he thinks over your words. His team watches as he contemplates, as if wondering what plan or idea is forming in his head, but then a grin slowly grows on his face as he meets your gaze. “Deal.” 

Your brows raise at his cocky reply, but you nod. “Very well! When you return to your abode, your student will be in pristine health again. It will be like they never fell ill at all.” 

“Thank you, Oh great fae.” 

You simply hum, a breeze brushing by as you do. “I can see how much you care for that student of yours. Let’s just hope the price you have to pay wasn’t too much for you.” You chuckle, low and teasing, “Only time will tell.”

But the man only nods, and his smile doesn’t falter. “So… When do we start?”

You pause, brows furrowing at the question. His teammates stare at him as well, and you can see them also wondering what he means. Voice filled with slight confusion, you ask the confident man, “...Elaborate on that?”

“Well,” His grin deepens. “You said you wanted my firstborn.”

“Yes….” You tilt your head. “And you agreed?”

“Yeah! So,” His hands rest on his hips, blue eyes staring at you as his entire demeanor screams cocky and confident, and you blink. “When do we start?” 

Your wings flutter as you realize what he means, and you feel the warmth rushing to your face as you stare at the confident grin of the tall, hot adventurer, mind blanking at the fact he had found a loophole out of your deal.

“Oh.”

[bebx]

Even tho i dont really know much about dogs, i just cant help myself and just keep adding more to the dog junho and gihun propaganda so im just gonna stay on my knees for forgiveness and just vomit out words again and hope its all ok.

Its such a waste not to talk about dog gihun and junho's dynamic together. They would get up into so much dumb hijinks together that inho has a dedicated album of them doing dumb shits together.

I could see gihun and junho being like those territorials dogs when they first turn and they marked inho as their territory so it was a awkward few days where they just find themselves growling at each other but keeping an equal amount of distance away from inho, its basically like the spiderman meme. Inho thought he needs to plan his time equally with junho and gihun together but one day they just communicated with slow blinks and now inho just finds himself smothered in fur and never knowing personal space again.

Its especially funny if its before gihun and inho get together so junho is going ???? Its obvious that inho is junho's hyung so he should be his person and gihun is going ???? Why is he fighting junho for his brother's attention?? And inho is just ??? Wondering wtf are these 2 dogs talking about with their prolong eye contact.

Inho buying dog toys for them and just leaving them spread out on the floor letting them pick, they felt offended af but they are bored out of their minds so they just pick up the rope toy to chew on only to be met with resistance at the other end and they realized they pick the same toy. It took inho trying to contain his laughter to break them out of the trance of their tug of war that they just drop the toy at the same time and sit at inho's feet facing away from each other. Now if inho needs some time for himself, he just drop that rope toy and now he has an hour to himself.

Junho and gihun chasing each other's tails until they get dizzy until they puke so inho always stop their dog tornado spin before it turns into a puke tornado.

Inho no longer being able to handle the both of them being so hyperactive after being stuck in the motel with them that he ran out of the house and bought leashes when they were napping. Both of them just giving the side eyes to inho when he brought out the leashes, junho is turned into a husky siren while gihun is just uncooperative that inho has to wrestle the leash on him as junho is just whining in the background.

Both of them just growling underneath their breath after inho got the leashes on them but the second they took a step out of the house, they are now just dragging inho across the street that he wears rollerskates now everytime he brings them out for a run. (It works well until he runs into a pebble and all of the sudden the dogs are making eye contact with inho who is flying in the air)

Now junho and gihun just bring the leashes and roller skates to inho whenever they want to go on a run, on the bright side inho is now really good with rollerskating.

Honestly junho and gihun just being absolute menaces with inho stressed his mind out in the background and even though they turn back to humans, he still needs to deal with them with their dog instinct intact.

It’s always more than okay to scream at me about In-ho, Gi-hun and Jun-ho. I’m loving all of these!

The mental image of In-ho forced to master the art of roller-skating is pure cinema, especially if he has his cold, stoic signature Front Man’s resting bitch face on the entire time.