#went and posted this instead of scheduling this first time around

[woniverse-writes]

Dancing with ENHA as their Secret-Girlfriend!Idol!Reader

summary: enha dancing with their secret significant other 

word count: 4.2k

warnings: suggestive at times, not proofread, fem reader

Lee Hee Seung: 

It was public knowledge that you and Heeseung were friends since you had trained together at one point

However it was NOT public knowledge that you two actually ended up becoming a couple after you both debuted 

With that being said, fans were overjoyed any time you were seen together, always thinking your interactions were so cute and wholesome

One day a video of the two of you pre-debut got leaked

It was a clip of a practice video of you dancing to “Bonnie & Clyde” by DEAN

The choreography was good and you both danced well, but anyone watching could tell that the two young trainees were nervous to be dancing with each other 

Fans of both groups thought the video was pure gold though since it showcased how much you’d both grown as performers, and the fact that it was another interaction between their favs

The video trended on social media for about a week or so before the chatter and excitement was redirected to a NEW dance practice video… 

which just so happened to be of you and Heeseung recreating the choreography from so many years in full

It was a well filmed, high quality performance 

The two of you had even gone the extra mile and re-recorded the song as a duet, making it a full cover

Any trace of the awkwardness from your trainees days had been nowhere to be found

You and heeseung were dripping confidence and sex appeal as you danced together

A majority of the dance was spent with the the two of you in close contact- his arms around your waist, your palms trailing down his chest, him hands tracing the outline of your body

you were practically in your own little bubble and that shit read very clearly on camera

Of course your fans went even more feral

Twitter was full of praise for your growth and everyone was saying how you and heeseung must be so much closer now than back then 

(if only they knew just how close👀)

And of course there were some smart fans (that unfortunately probably got called delusional) who could sense the thick sexual tension between the two of you

✪ ‘Y’all- there is absolutely NO WAY these two aren’t fucking😭’ ✪ ‘I genuinely feel like i’m interrupting something’ ✪ ‘Heeseung… if you’re not gonna get to work please step aside so i can have my turn with y/n’

It definitely was added to every single “top kpop moments of 20XX” video and thread

And since you’re both evil-

You each had made casual posts on sns about the process after

‘Did engene enjoy our little throwback collab?’ and the bitch posted a mirror selfie of the two of you sweaty and half dressed🧍‍♀️

Park Jong Seong:

Jay always loved watching you dance

Tbh jay loved to watch you do anything- but dancing was one of his favorites

Any time you had a comeback, he always wanted you to teach him the choreography as soon as possible- whether it was cute, sexy, or fierce- that boy was gonna learn it 

Which meant when the song actually dropped he’d be the first to make a tik tok with you every time

And of course the opposite rang true as well- 

Whenever enhypen had a comeback you were the first to learn the new choreo

The tik toks are always so cute too-

Like- that’s your man so of course you’re gonna be cute with him lmao

It’s mostly because you know he gets flustered so easily when you tease him or flirt with him in front of the other members or staff

It’s especially hectic when your comeback schedules overlap because trust their will be new tik toks every other day

You guys got especially brave when enha was promoting “bite me”...

Instead of just doing the pre-chorus together and posting that like the others, you did the whole pre-chorus AND chorus… WITH THE PARTNER WORK

If fans weren’t already going feral over the boys dancing with partners before, they definitely lost their shit at your mini collab

✪ ‘Oh my god… there’s no way this is real’ ✪ ‘Jay… your hands are a little low there buddy😅’ ✪ ‘So they just casually covered half of ‘Bite Me’ on a random Thursday? Okay cool’ ✪ ‘THE WAY JAY LOOKS AT Y/N OMFG’

It actually took fans longer than expected to realize you were filming together even when your promotional schedules didn’t lineup, so of course rumors started eventually

However it seemed like your fans were just rolling with it since your interactions were fun an cute (they’ve been praying for a collab stage between your groups since debut)

There was one time you filmed with heeseung instead of Jay and it lowkey threw everyone for a loop

Was it intentional? Absolutely not! Well- maybe slightly 

You and your members were curious to see if anyone would react- had your fans even noticed that you only ever film with Jay? (yes, they noticed it right away)

So you can imagine the comments when you posted of you and Heeseung doing the choreo for “brought the heat back”

✪ ‘Uhmmm?? What happened to your man???’ ✪ ‘Omg no mom and dad are fighting‘ ✪ ‘HEESEUNG PLZ TELL ME YOU CAN FIGHT BRO’ ✪ ‘Peace and love but where is Jay…”

Yeah… it gave y’all a good laugh 

There have also been plenty of time where you’ve posted your own little dance covers without Jay, or even just danced to his songs casually on live while jamming out, which always excited fans of both groups

Basically his fans and yours know SOMETHING is going on between you two and for some reason no one really talks about it like you’d expect them to…

Sim Jae Yun:

You and jake had been invited to be part of an end-of-the-year collab stage

It was supposed to be a fun little performance between a few different male and female idols

At the time- the only people who knew about your relationship were your groupmates, meaning it was especially hard to see each other without getting caught

However when your manager gave you the news that you’d be collaborating with a few different idols, and that your boyfriend just so happened to be one of them, your heart started to race 

You attended a meeting with your manager in which you were informed that you’d be working with Lee Isa, Kim Gaeul, Kang Minhee, Park Jisung, and of course Jake

The stage would have three parts- a section for the girls, a section for the boys, and then one where you all came together 

The overall vibe was fun and flirty, and you’d each be partnered with someone

The second the idea of “partners” was introduced, you and jake immediately made (what you thought was subtle, but was definitely not) eye-contact

The meeting wrapped up and you were immediately conversing with you were manager, trying to subtly convey how you thought it would make most sense for you and Jake to be partners 

Unbeknownst to you, Jake was doing the exact same thing

Luckily, it worked and both of your managers were able to get the two of you to be partners

You all began preparing immediately, and since some of the partner work was different for each pair you’d all broken off to learn separate bits of choreography 

You and Jake had begun working on a few different combinations, since the song decisions hadn’t been entirely finalized yet

The first one you worked on was to “Invitation” by JUNNY and Gaeko, which totally fit the vibe of the overall stage concept

Except it was maybe a bit TOO flirty (or perhaps that was just you and Jake)

You were easily able to connect and play into the each other’s artistry

Your relationship had always been full of playful energy and putting a smile on the other person’s face, so dancing together just felt like another extension of that

The choreography was intense and fast, hitting every accent and ad-lib, requiring a lot of texture and groove

but after learning the steps and running it once or twice to get the moves down it felt like second nature, especially since all your charisma and stage presence was really just you having fun with your boyfriend 

Lots of behind the scenes content was filmed and unfortunately… some got leaked to the public 

Somehow yours and jake’s first dance practice got leaked, as well as Jisung and Isa’s and the video of yours, Gaeul, and Isa’s section

This was before anything was announced to let the public know a collab was even happening so fans were shocked on so many levels

✪ ‘We’ve got (your group), enhypen, ive, nct, stayc, and cravity members doing a collab?? Where did this even come from???’ ✪ ‘Gaeul, Y/n, and Isa dancing to “greedy” by Ariana Grande was not something i knew i needed- welcome back “wow thing” collab group’ ✪ ‘Jake and Y/n look like they’re having so much fun together i love them :(‘ ✪ ‘I feel like I've never seen Jake have this much fun while dancing! You can tell he really feels comfortable dancing with Y/n’ ✪ ‘The way they look at each other, oh i feel sick’

Unfortunately after that all the songs and choreography had to be changed :/

Park Sung Hoon:

Close by Nick Jonas

As the main dancer of your group, your company loves to highlight you any chance they get

This resulted in you doing frequent dance videos, collabing with other idols in order to reach outside your normal audience and hopefully attract some new fans

Sunghoon, ever the supportive boyfriend, makes sure you tell him every time a new video is going to be released so that he can have youtube open and ready for when it drops

texts you immediately after about how talented you are and how proud he is of you for taking on the challenges of choreographing and coming up with new ways to showcase your skills as a performer

Sometimes will just randomly pull up your videos and start watching them while y’all are hanging out

You had always told him beforehand who you’d be dancing with and he never expressed being bothered by any of your idol partners-

until he realized you yourself were picking them

You were sitting in his bed one day (watching one of your recent videos lol) when he suddenly looked up at you with the saddest puppy eyes ever 

“How come you’ve never asked me to dance with you☹️”

Oh he’d be so pouty and sulky omg

You’d been expecting that question for a while honestly

“Baby I’d love to dance with you, but would your company let us?” 

sunghoon hated that you had to be logical all the time, so he just rolled over to bury his face in your stomach, and groaned in despair

(This drama queen)

He eventually just wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted his head to rest his chin on your tummy, peering up at you

“Can we ask them tomorrow…”

You couldn’t stop the affectionate giggle that left you as you played with his hair and nodded softly

The next day, you talked to your manager first- proposing your next idea

Now you see- your manager loves sunghoon, your whole staff does really

They all think the two of you are perfect together, and would honestly probably announce you were official right this second if hybe let them

So it wasn’t a problem convincing your team to let you dance with your boyfriend

Of course that wasn’t exactly the case for Sunghoon’s team

It definitely made sense why they weren’t totally onboard with the idea- being worried about dating rumors and such- but you and hoon hadn’t had a single rumor involving each other up to that point!

They eventually caved and agreed, realizing it would be a good opportunity since all the other idols you had invited so far were all known as well-respected dancers in the industry

You ended up decided on going for a more intimate and contemporary vibe than you had done so far

“Close” by Nick Jonas and Tove Lo was the song you had agreed on using, having had already talked about choreographing to this song together just for fun at some point

You had worked with a choreographer from hybe, expressing your vision and showing some of the ideas you had, and the process went extremely smooth

The dance ended up being sensual and emotional, highlighting both of your skills as contemporary dancers

A good chunk of the choreography was spent with the two of you having very little physical contact, but being so close to each other that it delivered such a feeling a yearning

However, the last chorus totally changed the vibe

You two walked backward, facing away from each other, and right as you were about to bump into each other sunghoon abruptly turned around gripping your shoulder and whirling you to face him- leading to a sequence of quick spins and paired movements, finally breaking the pattern of avoiding physical contact

And the rest of the dance spent with you two practically glued together

The performance continued with sunghoon pulling you in toward him, you running your hands up his chest and neck and landing softly on his face before pulling him down to almost meet your lips

The two of you slowly walked together to the beat of the music until sunghoon’s back was hitting the wall

It came to an end with hoon sliding down into a seated position on the floor, leaning against the wall- you sliding down in sync, landing on his lap- his face still in your hands, his hands on your hips, foreheads leaned against each other’s

The choreography was so intimate that unfortunately hybe’s fears came true

The dating rumors were instantaneous…

✪ ‘This is such an unexpected pairing but it makes so much sense’ ✪ ‘Oh! My bad y’all i’ll just- i can just- uhm- lemme just leave the room and come back later’ ✪ ‘I know y/n said this performance was gonna be a bit different from her other’s but i didn’t think THIS is what she meant😭’ ✪ ‘Soooo, is this a safe space to say I wholeheartedly believe Y/nHoon is real?’ ✪ ‘Girl Y/nHoon BETTER be real after THAT’ ✪ 'the thoughts i'm thinking... i feel like my account would get suspended if i shared them👀'

And if that wasn’t enough to get them going, there was all the behind the scenes material as well

Both your company and hybe had released behind the scenes videos of the project, except they couldn’t have been more different

While the one posted to enhypen’s channel was mostly sunghoon being interviewed and shots of him practicing individually, with the occasional partner shot or interaction between you two

Your behind the scenes video had plenty of shots of you and hoon laughing and playfully bickering together

Clips of you finishing the choreography and falling against him, with him wrapping his arms around you and swaying back and forth circulated twitter immediately 

There were plenty of other moments that had fans fawning over your relationship

Such as when you wrapped up filming and sunghoon slid his hands from your hips to fully wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down to lay on top of him on the ground

Let’s just say hybe had to release a statement pretty soon after that

Kim Seon Woo:

Sunoo and you always post together 

vlogs, lives, story posts- you name it

Most fans never really thought anything of it since a majority of the time it was just you two shopping, trying new snacks, or talking about skincare

But there was also so much content you didn’t post

Like the countless couples tik tok trends that are sitting in your drafts (his favorite is the one where you put on lipstick and accidentally smudged it, then the camera turns to him covered in lipstick kiss marks)

But there are also surprisingly a lot of random dance videos you have of the two of you 

Sometimes when you’re hanging out at one of your company’s studios you’ll just turn on a song and come up with fun random choreography 

One of Sunoo’s favorites that you guys have come up with was to “Wildflower” by 5 seconds of summer

It was sensual and flirty, but still fun and cute- and the video conveys that perfectly with how much the two of you are giggling and clinging to each other

It started off really well! Both of you were locked in, hitting the snaps and beats perfectly, your expressions nothing short of perfect and professional 

But the second it got to the chorus your smiles were overtaking your faces as you tried to stay focused on the choreography and not burst out laughing

You still danced the routine perfectly! There just came a point in the dance where neither of you could stop smiling at each other

By the final chorus you were fully teasing your giggly boyfriend by mouthing the words with an overly flirtatious expression while running your hands down his neck and chest, causing him to squeeze your waist and teasingly pull you into him making you burst out laughing, before finishing out the dance with the biggest smiles anyone has ever seen 

You both often rewatch the video and your smiles end up being almost as big as the ones you had in the video

You were sitting with Sunoo one day and asked him if it was okay to post it to your personal account, and he excitedly agreed

However- for some reason you didn’t check to make sure you were on your private account instead of your groups account before you hit post, and without realizing, uploaded your choreography to your groups official instagram with the caption ‘me and my wildflower sunny baby☀️🌺’

It was only about 15 minutes later when sunoo was scrolling through his own instagram when he turned to you panicked

“Baby… you posted it on the wrong account”

“WHAT?????”

You immediately called your manager crying and freaking out, while sunoo called jungwon trying to explain the situation 

Both your management teams came to the agreement that no one would say anything about the video unless it got severely out of hand

They thought it would be best to keep the video up to avoid suspicion, However, you did have to change the caption

Aside from the crazies, most fans were eating it up!

✪ ‘I love that they’re so comfortable with each other, this is so cute’ ✪ ‘Their smiles and giggles🥺’ ✪ ‘I feel like we never get to see sunoo’s dance abilities highlighted, so i’m honestly grateful that y/n shared this’ ✪ ‘Oh they’re so in love don’t even try to deny it’

Yang Jung Won:

You had been hinting to your fans about doing more dance content, but the last thing they expected was for a video of you and jungwon dancing to “two hands” by Tate McCrae to randomly show up on your groups youtube channel one day

The video was professionally recorded in a cool location and the two of you had on cool but comfortable outfits

Basically y’all looked cunty asf and everyone was losing their shit over it but we’ll come back to that

The choreography involved the two of you being in some sort of physical contact for almost the entire thing

And when you weren’t touching, you were face to face staring into each other’s soul

It was lowkey like you were leading the dance at times and jungwon was hypnotized by your movements (which let’s be honest, he totally was)

By the last chorus, you and your boyfriend were in full contact

Jungwon’s hands had pulled you in closely, your hands resting on his chest with his low on your back

There was a moment where you just sensually gazed into to each other’s eyes, caressing each other while you mouthed the words to the song

Jungwon leaned in closing his eyes, fully preparing to kiss you, but you teasingly turned your head back toward the camera right as your lips were about to meet, giving a flirtatious wink and smile

The turn caused jungwon’s lips to brush your neck, but the way it was captured by the camera made it hard to tell if he actually made contact with your skin

The rest of the dance consisted of one or both of you having your hands on the other without a break, never breaking the connection 

There was even a part where you had your hand on your boyfriend’s face and he followed your movement, seemingly hypnotized by your touch

Jungwon’s hands quickly found their place on your hips shortly after

The dance finished with two posing- you in front of him, reaching behind to place your hand on the back of his neck, as he placed his hands on your hips

Won gently rubbed your hip as he waited for the director to call cut, ad when they did he collapsed against you, fully wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his face into your neck

(That cute moment was captured and posted on your instagram story after the official video dropped)

Speaking of social media…

The thing is, both you and your boyfriend are chaotic and slightly evil, so the second the video dropped y’all were refreshing twitter to see people’s reactions

✪ ‘Oh okay so they’re a thing’ ✪ ‘Yang Jungwon and L/n Y/n… WHAT IS THIS????’ ✪ ‘So like- do y’all need a third or…’ ✪ ‘HIS LIPS WERE LITERALLY ON HER NECK I’M NOT CRAZY’ ✪ ‘Need whatever they’ve got goin on real bad’ ✪ ‘Jungwon heard the lyrics “your two hands on me at all times” and took that shit literally wow’ ✪ ‘Y/n turning to look at the camera right as won is about to kiss her… GIRL MOVE IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA KISS THAT BOY’ ✪ ‘The hand placement, oh i’m so fucked’ ✪ ‘L/n Y/n the woman you are…’ ✪ ‘The way Jungwon’s movements get obviously more desperate at the end of the choreography when Y/n has her hands on his face… WALK HIM LIKE A DOG MAMA😛’

You and Jungwon were giggling and saving posts were a good two hours

Nishimura Riki:

It wasn’t unusual for you and ni-ki to hang out in a practice room and just jam, coming up with random choreography combinations for fun

It also wasn’t a secret that the two of you knew each other and hung out, but most just assumed you were friends since you had also hung out with other members of enhypen before 

However neither of you had ever posted anything together aside from mayne a couple of tik toks

So it came as a shock to his fans (and yours) when Ni-Ki went live, only for everyone to see him cozied up in one of hybe’s practice rooms with you 

The live started with the two of you laying on the floor with the phone propped up against the mirror wall at the front of the room, just chatting and giggling over random stuff (losers in love)

In fact Riki was so chatty that fans were even starting to comment on it

‘The only time Riki has stopped giggling or yapping has been to listen intently to y/n..’

‘I swear these two are so chatty together, what's going on??’

Eventually you guys started getting antsy and decided to turn on some music and jam again

It was just some ciphering back and forth for a while until “pour up” by DEAN came on and you froze and made eye contact

“Should we do it?” Ni-Ki asked in regard to the choreography the two of you had come up with to the song earlier that week

“I mean… why not?” you shrugged with a mischievous smile

“It’s a little… risky- don’t you think?” he giggled while unconsciously moving closer to you, but you just giggled in return before starting the choreography while holding eye contact

He laughed a bit in shock, watching you dance for a few more seconds before joining in

By the time the chorus arrived the two of you were locked in, facing forward again toward the camera

It seemed like pretty tame choreography at first with a slightly sensual 

Until the second verse came

You and Riki started crossing paths and interacting more within the choreography, showing off just how much chemistry you have together as dance partners

There were plenty of little moments with little flirtatious touches here and there but the connection was on full display by the last few seconds of the song, with Riki’s arm draped casually around your waist as the two of you swayed side to side

You pretended to walk off as the song ended, still feeling the vibe, but as soon as the next song started playing you screamed dramatically and fell to floor in a heap of embarrassment, leaving your boyfriend to laugh at you from behind

Ni-Ki walked past you back to the phone to check the comments and he noticed the viewer count has tripled since before you started dancing

✪ ‘They way they just casually match each others vibe like it’s nothing’ ✪ ‘So can we all agree we need more Y/n and Riki dance content??’ ✪ ‘I would 100% be asking “what are we?” after this…' ✪ ‘Y/n falling to the ground and screaming after, she’s so real’ ✪ ‘OMG LOOK AT HOW RED THEY ARE NOW AWWWW BABIES’

Neither of you could look at each other without giggling for the rest of the live

notes: hey y'all... i'm back (kinda)

[jj-one]

r/offmychest: gooning to your friend’s/roommate’s girlfriend is a DISEASE !

this is smut, do not interact if under 18 !

pairing: skz x fem!reader genre/tags: smut, crack(?), perv!skz, they’re all losers in this tbh, chan is aged up to 31 bc that’s #hot, lots of gooning (obvi), obsessive thoughts, questionable morals, jealousy, breeding kink, just overall weirdo behavior words: 5.5k

[ note. ] — this is what i write instead of working on my wips LMAO, i’ve always wanted to do a reddit-style fic so this was sm fun to make :3 lmk what y’all think guys, i’m kinda nervous to post this aghhh </3 (i also kinda wanna make a part 2 of this where reader finds out what they’ve been doing but we’ll see lol)

u/Gnab0325 • posted 2h ago

She’s my best friend’s girl and I edge for hours to the thought of breeding her. I think I’ve broken my brain.

I shouldn’t want her. I know that. She’s not mine. She never has been. But the way she‘ll randomly tug at her lip mid-conversation? The way she stretches when she wakes up on our couch? The way she looks at him like he’s everything. God, I’d kill to be on the receiving end of that look..

And it’s not just want anymore. It’s undying need. I jerk off to her like it’s my fucking religion.

I don’t even touch myself normally now, I prepare. Lights dimmed, music low, lotion warmed. I open a private folder that’s titled “hers” which have subfolders that include:

“T-shirt & no bra”

“Sleepy morning voice”

“When she wore my hoodie once and I couldn’t breathe for 3 days”

I’ve got notes, man. I script it all out in my head like I’m directing some porno. Her on top while she’s riding me, nails dragging down my chest, stuffing her little cunt full while she’s telling me, “it’s okay, baby. You can cum inside, I want it.”

That line alone has made me edge for 4 hours straight. No breaks. No finish. Just throbbing, leaking, begging myself like I was under some spell, I didn’t even realize how much time had passed until the sun came up. My sleep schedule was already fucked before this but now I’m lucky if I even get 3 hours.

The worst part? I’m not some dumb teenager. I’m (31M), I lift, I meal prep. I give actual advice to friends about love and self-control. But then she shows up in those tight yoga pants and calls me “Chris” all soft and playful and my dick’s like, “time to worship.”

I had to excuse myself last weekend during game night because she licked whipped cream off her thumb and I felt precum soak through my boxers. I lied and told them I had a call. I was in the bathroom for 45 minutes with her Instagram page open, stroking it in silence like a fucking monk.

I’ve whispered her name into my pillow while cumming so hard my vision went white. I’ve imagined hitting it from the back while I pull her hair and slap her ass and she’s screaming, “fill me up, daddy,” like I won’t put in a baby in her.

Sometimes I imagine her going through my phone and accidentally stumbling upon my secret folder, but instead of her being disgusted by it she’s intrigued. She climbs onto my lap saying, “let me help you finish this time.” If that ever happened? I’d probably pass out mid stroke and die with a hard-on. Bury me in it.

She’s not mine. But in my head, she always calls me first.

Top Comments 💬

u/FertilizedToes: The secret stash of folders was sooo real. Every man has been guilty of having doing it but none of us wanna actually admit it. Thanks for your honesty. You are our prophet.

u/TiredLawStudent: so you imagined her watching you jork it and helping you finish? that’s not edging my guy, that’s astral projection into sin.

u/IfYouSeekAmy123: Wait this is so relatable bc I stroked myself to my friend’s wife yesterday. She was sitting around the corner at the kitchen table and I was around the corner in the hallway. It was a little risky but don’t regret it, would 100% do it again.

u/Lino.Saurus • posted 8h ago

I humped a pillow thinking about my best friend’s girlfriend and cried out of frustration after. I’m not okay.

She’s always touching him and it drives me fucking nuts. She’ll just casually grab his arm during conversation and rest her head on his shoulder, whispering shit in his ear that makes him laugh when I know for a fact I would’ve laughed harder.

I shouldn’t even like her. She wasn’t initially my type (not looks wise), it’s just she’s annoying. She talks too much. She calls everyone “sweetie” or “honey” and chews gum way too loudly, but when she walks into a room, I can’t think straight. When she calls me the nickname she gave me in that soft teasing voice, I get hard so fast it makes me dizzy.

Last week was hell for me. It was like she was purposefully provoking me just to get a rise out of me. And it worked. I vividly remember the other day where she leaned over to pick something up, I saw the outline of her panties through her leggings due to how sheer they were and I had to dip out of there before I did something irreversibly criminal.

I can’t even remember how long I was jerking off that night, but I didn’t stop until my hand physically cramped up. I thought about roughly fucking her on my friend’s bed while he was in the shower. Imagined her whispering “don’t stop, don’t tell him” while I’m balls deep inside. I came dry. No lube. Just my palm and pathetic desperation.

I’ve gooned to her laugh, her stupid lip gloss, her chewing the end of a straw, even her biting her nail. I’m so far down the rabbit hole I’m jerking off to things that aren’t even sexual anymore. Her sneezing once turned me on. I wish I was joking.

Two nights ago, I humped my pillow imagining it was her like some freak virgin. I came so hard I got lightheaded. Then I cried into the same pillow that I just violated. Not because I felt guilty, but because I know she’ll never fuck me the way I want her to.

The thing is… it’s not just sex. I’m jealous. I see the little glimmer in her eye when her gaze flickers up at him, looking at him like he holds her entire world in his hands and I want to scream because I want her to look at me like that. I want her in my bed, wearing my hoodie, lying under me as she’s calling me an asshole for making her cheat but continues to furiously make out with me.

But instead, I’ll just keep pretending to be the sarcastic best friend while I edge to her voice memo from two weeks ago like it’s my last drop of water in a desert.

Top Comments 💬

u/IJustStoleUrBitchx: holy shit this is disgusting. no amount of torture would ever get this kinda info out of me. u still got my upvote tho.

u/ChiliChiliCrabCrab: You fantasized about fucking her on your best friend’s bed while he’s in the shower??? Nah dude that’s not horny that’s top ten anime betrayals.

u/WinterSoldier24: tbh i can’t even laugh at this bc i’ve BEEN there. i’ve wept into the same pillow i defiled. i’ve heard my own moans echo off my laptop screen like a haunting. guess we’re all rotting together.

u/Jutdwaee99 • posted 10h ago

I goon to my roommate’s girlfriend for hours like it’s a full-time job and I think I’m losing my grip on reality.

I don’t even know how I got to this point.

It started normal. Just a little crush, harmless admiration. She’s sweet, always super polite. Wears those cute little pajama shorts when she spends the night, has this habit of playing with her hair while she’s talking, calls my roommate cringey petnames in this sugary, sleepy voice that makes me wanna gnaw on drywall.

But now it’s out of control. I edge to her every night. Every. Single. Night. I’m not even horny anymore— I’m possessed. There’s no porn. No nudes. Just the memory of her walking down the hallway half asleep, shirt riding up, no panties, scratching lazily at her thigh. She didn’t even know I was behind her. She didn’t know I stood there, frozen in the dark, watching the sway of her hips like some sick, twisted perv.

I stay up for hours scrolling through her page, looking at her pics. Sometimes I watch the same Boomerangs on loop like it’s some high-art cinema. I even synced one of them to my goon playlist. I set a timer and 37 minutes in, her hair flips in time with the beat drop, and that’s when I tighten my grip and almost pass out.

She kissed my roommate goodbye this morning and I speed ran to the bathroom and jerked off with the hand lotion he keeps under the sink. I’ve been edging for so long my balls hurt and feel like they’re gonna explode in protest.

The most fucked up part of it all is that I don’t even want to stop. I like the torture. I like sitting in my dark room, whispering her name while I stroke it like some goddamn lunatic.

If she ever finds out what I’ve done, what I’ve imagined, I’ll be on a list. Hell, I’ll make the list.

But right now? I’m getting hard again just thinking about her leaving her toothbrush in the sink.

She’ll never be mine yet I treat her like a shrine.

I need help. Or maybe I need her to break up with him so I can ruin her properly.

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u/GojosLeftTesticle: Nah that’s a new level of disrespect. You came and moisturized with your roommate’s lotion?? I hope he kicks you out LMAO

u/DeezNuts7: i started this post giggling. then i got scared, then aroused, then scared again. i wish i never read this. you win.

u/SuperSmashUrBro: be honest bro, are you trolling? is this satire? are you karma farming? bc if not… you are edging to boomerangs. like… vertically looped 1.5 second clips. send the flood.

u/HHJThrowaway • posted 5h ago

My best friend’s girl is my obsession and I’ve ruined my life over it.

This will be my first and last post in this sub (hence why I’m using a throwaway account) because I intend on taking this shit to the grave with me. I don’t know if this is a cry for help or some final confession before I self destruct, but it’s been eating me up inside and I need to get it out. She’s my best friend’s girlfriend, but she’s perfect.

The minute she walks in it’s like the lighting changes. I’m not even exaggerating, there was this one day where the sun hit her skin like she was some glowing goddess and I literally forgot how to breathe. Her scents intoxicating, like warm sugar and vanilla. She laughs at all my jokes, even the shitty ones. She called me pretty before and I think I saw God.

And I’ve been edging to her every night since March.

I don’t use porn anymore (not that I watched it a lot anyway). Just the flashback of one night where she licked salt off her wrist before downing a tequila shot. The way she presses her thighs together when she’s cold. The time she hugged me goodbye and the scent of her perfume still lingered on my shirt for two days and I didn’t wash it until I’d cum in it twice.

I don’t just jerk off. I goon. Long sessions. Hours sometimes. I hum her name, talk to myself like she’s watching, I’ve even came to the thought of her crying while coming undone on my cock more times than I can count.

There was one night she fell asleep on our couch in those tiny short shorts she always wears and I stared at her thighs for so long I nearly passed out from holding my breath. I got so aroused that I immediately went to my room and stroked my dick with one hand and held my phone looking at the pics I snapped of her with the other. I just kept chanting , “You’d let me ruin you, wouldn’t you?” to myself like I was in a trance.

She told my friend I’m “sweet” and “artsy” and now I can’t get the image out of my head of painting her nude and licking the brush clean. I’m so far gone that if she ever moaned my name on accident, I think I’d just nut on the spot and die. Heart attack. Instant cremation.

I have dreams where she kisses me in secret, all desperate and trembling, telling me she wishes she was dating me instead. I wake up hard and aching, tip already leaking, so sensitive I have to breathe through it like labor.

I can’t keep doing this. But also? I’ll never stop. I’ll die gooning for her.

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u/YoMama43: ngl i once nutted to a voicemail my coworker left me by accident and i thought i was down bad LMAO. but you? you’re the goon king. i kneel to you.

u/ObscureLemonXx: so no one’s gonna talk about the part where he said breathing through his hard-on like labor??? like SIR. why is this the most erotic and deeply upsetting thing i’ve ever read?

u/IFucktUranus: Bro. I read this shit twice. Once as a gooner, once as a romantic. You ever edge so long you feel like you could speak in tongues?? You’re not sick. You’re transcendent. I’ve moaned into a towel while looking at my neighbor’s old vacation photos. You’re not alone.

u/_DoolSetNett • posted 11h ago

I’ve created an entire goon archive for my friend’s girlfriend and idk who I am anymore.

I (24M) think I blacked out the first time I saw her. Not even kidding. She walked in wearing a giant hoodie and the tiniest shorts that barely covered the crease of her ass, I felt faint just from the sight alone. My friend introduced her all casual like, “hey, this is y/n,” and I shook her hand with the same fingers I jerked off with not even ten minutes earlier. I deserve jail time for that.

I told myself it was a one time thing and it would never happen again, but now I have 13 folders— and that’s just on my laptop. There’s more on the cloud, a backup drive, on my phone, etc. I even made a fucking spreadsheet to track them.

They’re all labeled in alphabetical order:

Folder A: candid pics she’s posted (IG stories, old selfies, this one pic where she’s wearing nothing else but his shirt)

Folder B: voice clips I secretly recorded of her saying random shit, laughing, talking to the dog.

Folder C: audios I spliced together to sound like she’s moaning.

Folder D: my own goon notes that include detailed fantasies. I treat them like mini fanfics.

There’s a “date night” folder. A “nap time” folder. One called “bite marks I wish I gave her.” The worst is a private one just called “sacred.” That one has screenshots of the way she sits, the curve of her waist when she leans over, the outline of her tits when she’s not wearing a bra under those thin tank tops she loves.

I edge to her for hours. No music needed, just her voice. I put her on loop. Thinking about her face, wearing those little fucking shorts. I swear she’s doing it on purpose because the entire bottom curve of her ass cheek is always out. Every time she bends down to get something my dick jumps. I’ve memorized the way the fabric rides up. Sometimes I start at 10 pm and don’t cum until 3 am. I’ve hallucinated her saying, “cum for me, baby,” in her cute, whimpery voice. That happened about a weeks ago and I still think about it every time I touch myself.

Half the time I don’t even cum, I just leak and whimper and catalogue. I edge until my thighs tremble, timestamp my leaks and track how many fap sessions I’ve had in one day. I’ve become a professional goon archivist. I’d jerk off to her selfies and pretend like she’s watching. I stare at my screen like it’s a portal, fisting my cock with one hand, breath shallow, and blow my load like I’m marking her. One time I came so hard to her pics I didn’t even aim, I just let it hit the screen. Watched it drip down her face like I’d bred the pixels.

I try and concentrate on other things too but I can’t, all I can think about is fucking her cute little pussy. What it looks like under those shorts, whether or not she’s shaved (it doesn’t matter, I’d still eat her out anyway). She probably tastes so good, I wanna fuck her until her voice is hoarse and her thighs are shaking. I’d be so gentle at first, but once I get inside her? I’d lose my fucking mind. Every time she leans over and her shirt dips low I can’t help but wanna know what it’s like to fuck her pretty tits. I wanna make her cry on my cock and then I’d apologize but still keep going.

I never act suspicious around her, I talk to her normally like a regular person. I held the elevator for her yesterday and when she smiled at me I nearly jizzed in my pants. She hugged me once after I helped her carry groceries and I had to walk backwards out of the kitchen like some Victorian virgin. I was leaking pre all the way to my room.

I know it’s wrong. I know I’m sick. But she’s become this deity that I worship in my head. I serve her. I spill for her without her ever asking. If she ever found my folders, the audio edits, the moan loops? I’d have to legally change my name, burn all my hard drives, go off the grid, and live in the woods.

But until then? I’ll keep building my archive. For her. For me. For the goon gods.

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u/NoticeMeSenpai69: Bruh… you’re not alone in this. I goon to my homie’s girl daily. She walks around in those tight ass leggings and calls me “dude” like I won’t nut thinking about it for the next 3 days straight. You’re just chronically down bad, it’s honestly normal. We’re visual creatures. Ain’t our fault they’re walking around looking like bait.

u/1diotS4ndwich: This might be the most mentally unwell thing I’ve ever read. You’re edging to voice clips you secretly recorded?? Man.. that’s not down bad, that’s felony flavored. Go outside. Touch grass. Eat it. Bake it into bread. You need something holy in your system.

u/Rizzler420: yo drop the link to folder C thooo. i ain’t even mad. i just wanna see how real your splice game is maybe we can edge together. virtual goon circle. you bring the audios, i’ll bring lotion and red bulls.

u/Y0ngLixx • posted 9h ago

I jerk off to her laugh. Just her laugh. That’s all it takes.

It started off with pure intentions, just as a joke. I (24M) recorded her once on my phone because she made a dumb pun and my friend (the one she’s dating), wasn’t there to hear it. She has a cute laugh, it was harmless.

Then I listened to it again, and again like it was some lullaby that would put me to sleep.

Fast forward a month later and now I’ve accumulated over 40 audio clips. Its nothing sexual, just her laughing, her soft giggles and stupid jokes. Her doing that little gasp-then-snort combo when she really loses it. There’s one clip I have where she says my name mid-laugh and I kid you not I almost passed out from how hard I got. I thought my cock was gonna split open.

I used to not masturbate a lot, but now I’m doing it practically everyday. Just to the sound of her being happy. I’ll close my eyes, pull up her laugh, and stroke myself into oblivion while whispering things like “you sound so pretty,” and “keep laughing, angel. I’ll make you moan next.” It’s not even about sex anymore. I’m addicted to the idea of her, the sound of her.

One time she tripped over something and fell right into my lap, purely innocent, she’s a clumsy little thing. She looked up at me with those big doe eyes and said, “oops, you okay?” and I just simply said yes, but I got an insta boner.

I edged for four hours straight that night, didn’t stop until my thighs were trembling and my toes were cramping. There were no visual, just her voice on continuous loop. I was begging the ceiling for permission to cum like she had me tied up and giggling over me. She doesn’t even know the power she possesses.

She asked me once if I had a girlfriend. I told her the truth and said no and she was shocked, telling me how someone as sweet as me shouldn’t be single. I smiled at that. Then later, I stroked it raw to the idea of her calling me sweet while bouncing on my cock and tugging my hair.

I have this sick fantasy where she catches me in the act and finds the audio clips. But instead of being mad, she kisses me softly and says, “I’ve always wondered what your moans sound like,” I think I’d cry, or cum, or both at the same time.

I’m a soft gooner.

I light candles, put on a playlist full of her favorite songs, and stroke myself slow and romantic like we’re in love. I know she’s taken, but in my imagination we’ve been dating for months.

Then after I cum, that’s when reality hits. I sit there in silence, staring at my phone screen and can’t help but feel ashamed and disgusted with myself. Her laughter still plays on loop in the background, but now it sounds far away, like I’m hearing her from behind a door I’ll never be allowed to open. I wipe up the mess, lock my phone, then tell myself I’m done.

Until the next time she smiles at me and the cycle continues all over again.

I’ve thought about stealing a pair of her panties. My favorite is the pink lacy ones she likes to wear, I’ve seen the waistband peek out when she wore baggy sweats that sat below her waist. I’ve fantasized about pressing them up to my face, even stroking myself with the fabric wrapped around the base of my cock.

But I haven’t done it, at least not yet. I’m scared she’ll find out, that I’ll get caught or that if I succeed it’ll become a habit. Maybe one day that’ll change and I finally build up the courage.

Or maybe I’ll just keep edging to the sound of her joy, pretending I’m the cause of it.

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u/CumSlushiez: Been there before. Not with the laugh stuff but… I’ve got 12 folders for my coworker’s wife. The “I think I’d cry and cum at the same time” line? Too real. You’re not the only building archives. Stay strong, edge long.

u/LonelyyVirgin234: 40 laugh clips is crazy but also… not enough. you gotta diversify the catalog. get some sighs. a yawn. a sleepy hum. build a soundscape. turn her voice into a fucking symphony while you leak into your sheets. this is art tbh, unholy art, but still art.

u/Only1BrainCell: This feels like reading someone’s diary in a psych ward. You’re not soft. You’re sick. You fantasize about sniffing used panties and whispering her name like you’re in a cult. You are one pair of lacy underwear away from a Netflix doc.

u/Minivrse • posted 16h ago

I edge to my roommate’s girlfriend while she reads books on the couch. Fully clothed. I’ve officially lost it.

She was wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie with a coffee stain on it. The blanket was half-tucked under her thighs and had a chipped mug with tea balanced on her knee with a book resting in her lap.

And I came in my fucking boxers just from watching her turn a page.

She hadn’t even spoken a word or anything, just the sound of her breathing and flipping through a paperback was enough. I had to lean against the kitchen counter pretending to scroll on my phone, but my cock was already stiff as a board. I muttered “Jesus Christ” under my breath and shuffled back into my room like I just committed something illegal.

I’ve been gooning to her every night since. Just to the idea of her. Fully dressed and completely oblivious. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and she doesn’t even try.

She’s not just pretty though, she’s extremely smart. Brains and beauty, the complete package. She’s always reading something dense, annotating margins, scribbling thoughts like her brain runs on overdrive. And every time she shares one of those little ideas with me, some fact about dolphins or a throwaway line from a novel, I get hard. Instantly. It’s like she weaponized intelligence and wrapped it in cozy clothes and Burt’s Bee’s chapstick.

She collects these stupid little trinkets that I think are kinda ugly. Like ceramic frogs, miniature teapots, one of them is just a rock with googly eyes glued onto it?? But I think it’s adorable because it’s hers. I want to fuck her next to them on the bed while they watch.

I never really gave a shit about relationships. Never cared to be in one. Until I met her. I’m constantly fantasizing about making her mine in the most depraved ways possible. Ripping her hoodie off, spitting on her tits, fucking her so dumb until she forgets her own name and only remembers mine. I wanna hear her beg, make her say “please” while I ruin her slowly. I wanna press my hand over her mouth while I’m cumming deep inside her and whispering a bunch of filthy shit in her ear.

It’s gotten to a point where I’ve developed a whole routine. 9:30 pm: she usually comes over after work. 9:42 pm: She kicks off her shoes and says something like “God, I’m so exhausted,” and I’m already hard. 10:00 pm: I’m in my room preparing my little set up and edging myself to the sound of her voice echoing from the living room.

Last night I jerked off for three hours just listening to her eat chips and argue about movie plots with my roommate. Once, she laughed so hard she snorted and I had to physically stop myself from jerking off or I would’ve blown my load without permission. I tried to take a break but it only lasted for day and a half, I couldn’t control the urges anymore.

I feel like such a shithead for doing this because she genuinely thinks I’m a good guy. She talks to me like I’m safe. Calls me “the funny one” or “so chill.” One time she ruffled my hair and said, “you’d make such a good boyfriend,” and I blacked out mid-convo. Couldn’t remember what I said back. I just nodded and prayed my boner didn’t show.

I treat her like my girlfriend in my head. Goon scenarios where she climbs on top of me in those baggy clothes she always wears, telling me, “I need you” where she rides me slow and sleepy while my fingers strum down her back and say, “you’ve got no idea what you do to me.”

But then I walk out to refill my water and see her cuddling and kissing my roommate. Laughing with him like she’s not the sole reason why I haven’t cum properly in weeks. I just go right back into my room, lock the door, and edge to her reflection in the microwave glass.

She isn’t mine, but my cock doesn’t know that. And at this point, I’m not even sure I do anymore.

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u/PizzaSlut662: bros a hopeless romantic and a sex criminal at the same time. “she collects trinkets that are ugly but i still love them bc they’re hers” had me kicking my feet until the next sentence said “i wanna fuck her next time while they watch.” i need to go lie down.

u/StrawberrySodaaa: “9:42pm she kicks off her shoes” Um, are you tracking her like she’s the moon?? I’ve never been this aroused and terrified simultaneously.

u/ChrolloLuciferStan: every day i log into this app thinking “surely it can’t get worse” and then i read shit like this..

u/I.2.N.8 • posted 4h ago

I nutted in my pants when she tied her shoe. I didn’t touch myself, just vibes.

We were walking from the convenience store and she bent down to tie her sneaker. That’s it. I didn’t get a peak of her cleavage, didn’t touch her, nothing. She was just bent at the waist, ass slightly arched while she softly grunted and double knotted her laces. I creamed my pants on the spot. Hands stuffed in my pockets, my sweatshirt covering the damage, but there was a wet spot and everything. I walked back home like I’d been shot in the dick.

She’s dating my best friend and he brings her over all the time like she’s not a walking wet dream designed to destroy my sanity. I’ve always had a thing for older girls so shes literally my type to a T. I’m so fucking jealous of him, I’ve grown resentment towards him for it.

It doesn’t help that she’s always calling me “Innie” like I’m some little boy that she’ll never take seriously, like I wouldn’t ruined her in a hundred different ways. I’ve told her a million times that just my name is fine, but she giggles it off then continues to do it again.

Porn has always been an escape for me, a coping mechanism when college gets too stressful (I know some of y’all can relate). I’ve developed an addiction— multiple tabs open, Twitter accounts bookmarked, late night goon sessions with my AirPods in and my shirt bunched between my teeth to muffle the moans. But now, it’s only spiraled from there, I only search for videos that look like her. Faceless videos, shaky camera angles, any girl with her hair length and skin tone, the more amateur it is the better. I just mute the stupid guy in the video’s voice and whisper my own name to pretend it’s me.

It’s not even normal jerking off. I sit in my room with my headphones in, pillow between my thighs, and I edge to the sound of her existing. Her voice in the hallway. Those little noises she makes whenever she stretches that makes her sound like a dying mouse. I have the most depraved fantasies about her, like full on situations where she straddles me in the backseat and says, “you’re so hard for me, baby, does that mean you wanna cum in me?” and I cry while nodding.

I’ve developed a full blown breeding kink because of her. I get off to the thought of her saying she forgot to take her pill while grinding on me in just a t-shirt and nothing else. I’ve rubbed one out to the idea of putting a baby in her and fucking her so deep while she tells me how I’d make a pretty daddy. I’m aware of how disgusting I am and I fully acknowledge there’s something deeply wrong with me, but there’s no harm in doing it if she’ll never find out.

Yesterday she sat next to me and accidentally brushed my knee up against hers. I was hard for an hour, it was so embarrassing I felt like I was part of some humiliation ritual.

She probably thinks I’m too sweet to have any thoughts like this. Completely harmless. The “shy friend”. But I’ve ruined three pairs of boxers this month alone from dry humping my pillow to the thought of having her lips wrapped around my cock. If she ever saw what I do when she’s not around, if she ever knew how many times I’ve edged to her smile alone… she’d never make eye contact with me again.

And the most fucked up part of it all? I wouldn’t even blame her, but I wouldn’t stop either.

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u/GoonGoblin98: This is the final boss of horny. You’ve ascended past porn, past imagination, past logic. Nutting from vibes alone?? You’re a chosen one. I edge to this post about you edging, gooner inception.

u/ILuvHotMilfs: older girls will ruin you. they smile at you once and you’re planning nursery colors and thinking about biting her ankle while you cum. stay strong innie. one day she’ll call you good boy and you’ll never recover.

u/DinoNuggetz333: How do you go back to regular life after this..? You nut to her voice and cry into your pillow and then just?? eat cereal like nothing happened?? This is either genius or the most cursed goon confession I’ve read all week.

honestly, i have no idea why i wrote this LOL. i just got super bored one night and made this idk, i hope no one takes this too too serious or i’ll cri. this was just for entertainment guys i swear </3 but uhhh lmk if u liked this? maybe i’ll do the part 2 if enough ppl liked this idk man >.<

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a musician’s day off

summary - a montage of your instagram posts with harry & the moments behind the photos

word count - ~1k

pairing - harry styles x gf!reader

Harry had been gone for too long.

Well, not from you but from the world. The public eye missed him and the stage was once again calling his name, but he was happy here. He was happy with his girlfriend and he was content with how his life was playing out for now.

His fans did miss him though.

You were good to them though, what with feeding them content every chance you thought appropriate. Harry loved how close you were with his fans and how you kept them occupied even when he was away.

You often updated them through your Instagram posts.

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y/n_l/n evening dip, anyone?

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“Harry, love, what are you doing?” You laughed as you watched him stumble trying to take off his socks.

“I’m going for a dip.”

“In a freezing cold lake?”

“It’s France… It won’t be that cold.”

Right.

You didn’t push him any further and allowed him to roll the bottom of his trousers up. You held out your phone to video him as he went near the water’s edge.

He turned his head slightly towards you, giving you a small smirk to which you rolled your eyes at, before he stepped into the very shallow water.

“Fuuuck!” He laughed.

“I won’t say I told you so, but…”

“Oh piss off.” He breathed through the cold on his feet.

“This was your idea.”

Harry walked back out of the water after having decided three seconds was enough time to dip his feet in there.

You put your phone away, tucking it safely back in your jacket pocket before moving to stand in front of Harry.

You threw your arms around his neck and brushed your body against his. Without hesitation you gave him a soft kiss, just to show your support for his freezing toes. You were a good girlfriend like that.

When you pulled away Harry’s arms clung around your waist to keep you close.

“Think your kisses are making me feel better.”

You smiled. He was too quick sometimes for you to think of a snarky comeback, so instead you shut him and his stupidity up by kissing him again.

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y/n_l/n water baby 🌊

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Harry dove into the pool as you slowly made your way down the steps into the pool.

Harry pushed his hair back off his face as he surfaced and pinched his nose from the water that had got trapped from diving, before making his way over to you.

He swam close by and stood up, below where you were stood on the steps in.

“What?” You asked, noticing him staring.

“You look so pretty, that’s all.” He smiled, wading through the water to stand closer to you.

“Don’t splash me.” You warned.

“I won’t.”

You smiled in thanks and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning down to give him a soft kiss.

He looked so healthy with his summer tan and uninterrupted schedule. The smile on his face was solely because of you, he would argue. Nothing had made him happier this past year than getting to spend every moment of it with you.

“Was thinking of writing a song tonight.” Harry stopped kissing you to let you know.

“Oh okay. What brought that on?”

“Had a lot of inspiration recently.” He shrugged. “Need to let it out.”

“Okay.” You nodded in understanding, “You going to call the guys to help?”

“Probably. Just want to feel it out for myself first, though.”

“Sounds good.”

You leaned down to kiss him some more. Perhaps these kisses would serve as even more inspiration.

Harry’s arms found their way underneath your ass and lifted you up with his arms so you sat around his waist.

You both continued to kiss the night away, as you enjoyed the last of the sun in the pool.

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y/n_l/n on wednesday’s we wear pink

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You watched on as Harry spoke to Jeff over the phone.

“No.” Harry argued.

You sat on a garden chair as you nervously bounced your leg, listening in to Harry’s side of the conversation.

The sun was shining and the grass was so green, but the day didn’t feel so perfect. Jeff had called Harry demanding that some form of music plan was confirmed soon, otherwise the record label was at risk to sue him, but Harry still wasn’t ready to go back.

He wanted more time.

More time to enjoy with you and, more importantly, more time to just be with himself.

He still felt like he had so much to learn about himself and he couldn’t do that if he was giving every bit of himself to everyone else.

“Well I’m sorry, but I’m not doing that.” Harry ran a hand through his hair - a tell that you knew meant he was getting frustrated.

Ten minutes later and he hung up the phone.

Harry sat down on the garden chair opposite you, legs spread wide to let you know that he wanted you to come and join him.

So you did.

He welcomed you sitting on his lap with open arms. You rested your head just under his chin and your hand played with his as you sat in silence.

“I’m not ready to go back.” He said quietly.

“I know. You don’t owe anything to anyone, either.”

“Sometimes feels like I do.”

You tilted your head briefly to leave him a kiss, before settling back down again.

“You don’t. I know you know that, too.”

Harry let out a big sigh and kissed your forehead lightly. “Yeah.”

“Harry, my love, you gave so much of yourself to that last tour and the first thing you said to me when you finished that last show was ‘I’m ready for a long rest now’. It’s okay to still feel like you need that rest.”

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y/n_l/n behind the scenes

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“I’ve made a list.” Harry said after he spat out his toothpaste.

“A list?” You asked.

Both of you were getting ready for bed. You wore matching robes and worked through your nightly routines in tandem.

“Mhm. A list of things I want to do before I release music again and everything else that comes with it.”

You turned to him, intrigued, “Okay?”

“Number one. I want to run a marathon.” He said, whilst applying his face rub.

“Yup.” You nodded.

“Number two. I’d really like to travel to at least one new place.”

“Such as?”

“I’m thinking Iceland actually. The Northern Lights, you know? It’s kind of romantic.” He winked at you through the large bathroom mirror, causing you to blush.

“Okay.”

“Number three and probably the most important one is I want to marry you.”

You stopped applying your moisturiser to look at him fully. You gave him a little pout and a smile, so in love with him.

“You mean it?”

“Yeah. I’m ready if you are.”

“I am.” You leaned up to give him a kiss, careful not to mess up his facial routine. “But you have to ask me properly.”

“I will.” He nodded, sealing the promise with another kiss.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

close to you

Summary: After Jackson gets attacked by infected Tommy tells you that patrol lost contact with Joel. When the exhaustion and the worry of the day catches up with you, you fall asleep, startling awake when Joel comes back home to you, just like he promised.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.1k

Rating: E

Warnings: established relationship, a mini fix it fic, a touch of angst, mostly smut (unprotected sex), feelings and fluff

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Through the haze of sleep you noticed someone slipping into bed, hands reaching out, strong arms pulling you against something warm. 

Sighing you let yourself fall into the embrace, feeling someone kiss your shoulder. 

„You’re home?“ You mumbled sleepily before you jolted. 

Turning around, suddenly wide away your hands came up to frame his cheeks. 

Joel had a cut over his eye, his hair was damp. He looked exhausted and you felt a million things at once. 

This whole day had been… hell. 

It had been a while since you had seen that many infected, but this time it was the first time they managed to get into Jackson in those big numbers. 

You were focused on protecting the town, pushing the thought of Joel and Ellie out there out of your mind. You couldn’t let the worry you felt every time they went out on patrol take over. 

So instead you focused everything on taking as many infected down as possible. Something that turned out to be the perfect distraction. It was hours after, you were already working on scheduling everyone available for clean up while Tommy took care of fixing the walls that Tommy walked into your office, telling you that they had lost contact with Joel. 

By that time it was already getting dark and snowing heavily and the worry you had pushed down came back with vengeance. 

It had taken Maria and Tommy to talk you out of going after them, searching for them. The snow was coming down heavy and you could only hope that they would be fine. 

They had send you home around midnight. You had been at the gate, binoculars so tightly in your hands that you couldn’t feel you fingers as you kept looking out for them. 

You don’t remember falling asleep when you got home. 

„Always coming back home to you“ Joel nodded and you felt like a weight dropped from your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. 

„What happened?“ You asked and he sighed. 

„Someone tried to kill me,“ he explained and you stilled, feeling one of his arms come around you pulling you closer. You were now laying on top him, your cheek against his chest. 

„Ellie took care of her,“ he continued and you closed your eyes. 

„She okay?“ You asked and he hummed. 

„She’s with Dina and Jesse. If those two wouldn’t have shown up…“ he said, letting the rest linger. 

Pushing yourself up you straddled his lap, your hands on his chest, his heart beating beneath your fingertips steadily. 

„They all okay?“ You asked and he nodded, looking up at you. 

„You okay?“ You whispered and he nodded again. You released a long breath, closing your eyes before you slowly leaned down at kissed his lips. 

His hands were on your hips, slipping to your ass as he hummed against your lips. 

„We could have died today,“ you whispered against his lips. He hummed, slowly pulling the shirt you had put on to sleep off. 

„Need to feel you,“ you mumbled against his lips, pulling at his shirt before he sat himself up, pulling it off too. He wrapped his arms around you, your chest pressed agains his as his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

„Feel me,“ he mumbled and you slipped one of your hands down, pulling his boxers down just so his cock sprung free. You didn’t waste much time with foreplay, wrapping your hand around his cock you lined it up just so you could slowly sink down on him, both of your breaths stuttering. You let your head fall back as you sank down on his length, Joel’s lips on your throat while he still held your close. 

You both sighed when his whole length was inside of you and you kissed him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your hands in his hair. 

A tear slid down your check, the overwhelming events of the day catching up on you. You didn’t even know what exactly happened to Joel but him telling him that someone tried to kill him? To take him away from you?

„Hey,“ he said softly, one of his hands coming up to brush your tears away. 

„I’m okay. We’re okay,“ he whispered. 

„We’re okay,“ you repeated, letting your head fall against his. His thumb kept brushing over your cheek. 

„Can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m old and stubborn,“ he joked a little and you lightly slapped his shoulder, moaning when your hips moved against his.

„I want details in the morning,“ you said and he nodded. 

„Can I fuck you now?“ He asked and you shrugged. 

„Since you’re already inside of me….“ You smirked and he rolled his eyes before he kissed you again, slowly moving you on top of him. You rolled your hips, making out with him while you slowly rode him, his cock filling you perfectly. 

„Joel,“ you moaned and he groaned. His hands now both on your ass, moving you against him. 

„Need more,“ you whimpered and you found yourself on your back in the next moment with Joel on top of you. He fucked you deeply, using his whole strength to fuck you into the mattress. Crossing your legs behind his ass you pulled him even closer. 

„Feels so fucking good,“ you moaned, both of your hands playing with your tits. 

„Fuck you’re so wet,“ Joel moaned, his hips snapping against yours harder. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, finding your clit. 

„Already close baby,,“ he groaned and you shook your head, the familiar flutter of your orgasm in your stomach getting stronger. 

„Fill me baby, Oh fuck I’m gonna cum,“ you cried out, Joels fingers on your clit bringing you over the edge while he continued to fuck you. 

„Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,“ Joel moaned, fucking you through your orgasm, now focusing on chasing his release. 

„Fill me up baby, Fuck it into me,“ you whimpered, both of you moaning when he came, fucking his cum deep inside of you before he let himself fall on top of you with a groan. You released a surprised breath before you both chuckled and he rolled you both on your sides, his arms around you again, pulling you close. 

His cock was still inside of you, slowly softening. 

„I love you,“ he whispered and you looked at him. 

„I love you too,“ you whispered back before you kissed him softly. 

„I think I’m gonna cut back from patrol,“ he said after a while. You had almost been asleep. 

„Yeah?“ You mumbled sleepily. 

„Yeah. Don’t need to be out there so much anymore,“ he kissed your forehead. 

„Cause you’re old,“ you mumbled sleepily and felt him shake as he chuckled. 

„Yeah. Cause I’m old,“ he whispered. 

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享受 ! .°. ݁₊ 𐙚 f!reader (idk gender is really specified), cw: ceo x secretary, mention of an oc (Jiwon), attempt at crack in between not proofread :P, 1.2K WC

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When you walked into Hyunjin’s office that morning with a somber expression, he didn’t expect to feel the sudden heaviness that dropped in his chest. He had barely taken a sip of his morning americano when you quietly announced you’d be taking a short leave to take care of your sick mother. It wasn’t forever. You’d be back in a week or two, depending on how things went. You promised to keep him updated, and you even emailed a full, color-coded schedule for the next ten workdays, complete with notes, reminders, backup documents, and even motivational post-it messages for when things inevitably went wrong.

Hyunjin blinked at you for a long moment. Then he nodded slowly, not trusting himself to say much.

“Alright,” he said after a beat, trying to sound neutral, professional. “Family comes first. Take all the time you need.”

You smiled softly at him, and he returned it, even if his felt tight around the edges. When you left that afternoon after wrapping up the day's work, he sat in his chair staring at your now empty desk outside his office, wondering why the thought of not seeing you for a few days made him feel so off-kilter. It’s not like he liked you. That would be completely inappropriate. You were his secretary. A very good one. Efficient, organized, smart, annoyingly intuitive about his moods. That was it. Just a secretary. A very competent, extremely capable, incredibly witty, irritatingly cute—

He cut himself off with a grunt and tossed a pen across his desk.

—

The next morning, the substitute secretary arrived. Hyunjin had been assured by HR that they found someone “just as qualified” as you, someone with experience and a calm demeanor. Her name was Jiwon, and she seemed nice enough. On paper. She walked in ten minutes late, introduced herself with a chirpy tone that made his eye twitch, and proceeded to unpack a Hello Kitty stapler, three pink gel pens, and a very large mirror from her tote bag.

Hyunjin stared. Then blinked. Then stared some more.

To be fair, Jiwon wasn’t bad at her job. She just wasn’t you. And that, unfortunately, meant that everything began falling apart.

The first thing to go wrong was the meeting schedule. You always arranged everything with precision. Hyunjin never had to check twice. But now? His Monday meeting with the marketing team was double-booked with the finance review, and instead of his 2 PM lunch with a client, he was dragged into a Zoom call with someone named Gerald who kept calling him "Mr. Huang" and asking him about stock investments in Albania.

The second thing to go wrong was the coffee. You always knew how he liked it. half sweet, no foam, two shots of espresso, slightly less ice, stirred counterclockwise, and served in his black mug with the little red crown on the side. Jiwon brought him iced vanilla lattes. With whipped cream. In a cup with a paper sleeve that said “Slay Queen.”

The third thing…well, by the time they reached the third thing, Hyunjin had a headache. And not the usual, manageable kind. No, this was the I-miss-my-secretary-and-the-world-is-burning kind. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was spiraling. The office looked the same. Functioned the same, technically. But something was off. You were the glue that held everything together, and now it felt like the glue had melted and everything was sliding into a chaotic pit of doom.

One morning, Hyunjin walked into the office, sat down at his desk, and stared blankly at the screen. The company’s quarterly review was that afternoon, but the numbers on the slide deck didn’t make sense. You always prepped the data for him, color-coded the charts, and wrote notes in the margins with little jokes to keep him awake during meetings. Now, all he had was a spreadsheet and a sad little sticky note that said “You got this, boss!” with a winky face.

He slumped in his chair. “I don’t got this.”

Jiwon poked her head in a second later. “Did you call me, Mr. Hwang?”

“No,” he said flatly.

“Oh. Okay. By the way, there’s a guy named Gerald waiting on Zoom again. I think he’s in Albania.”

Hyunjin slammed his head gently against the desk.

By the end of the week, everyone had noticed. He was moodier. Snappier. His tie was crooked two days in a row. He accidentally wore mismatched socks. During one staff meeting, he nearly burst into laughter halfway through a very serious presentation because he remembered how you once drew cat ears on his financial report when he wasn’t looking. He missed your weird little habits, like humming when you typed, or sticking post-its on his lunch container with puns like “lettuce meet deadlines today” and “you’re egg-cellent.”

He was in denial about it, of course. Anytime someone asked if he was okay, he’d wave them off with a grumble and mutter something about seasonal allergies or being behind on sleep. What he would never admit was that he had started checking his inbox way too often just to see if you’d emailed an update. When he finally received a short message from you that Friday afternoon, saying your mom was doing better and you’d likely return the following Monday, he nearly stood up and cheered. Instead, he calmly replied, “Glad to hear it. Take your time. Let me know if you need anything.” Then he stared at the screen for another five minutes and whispered, “Please come back before this place burns down.”

Monday came like a blessing. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. He even managed to tie his tie correctly on the first try. And when you finally walked into the office, tote bag in one hand and your usual iced coffee in the other, Hyunjin swore he heard a heavenly choir somewhere in the distance.

You beamed at him like you always did, setting your things down at your desk and immediately pulling out a notepad.

“Alright, what did I miss?” you asked brightly.

He looked at you for a long moment, then leaned against the doorway of his office.

“How much time do you have?”

You blinked, a little wary now. “That bad?”

“Let’s just say Gerald might have bought stock in our name. Also, there’s whipped cream in my soul.”

You snorted, clearly confused but entertained. “What?”

“Don’t leave again,” he said, too fast and too serious.

You raised a brow. “Hyunjin…”

He cleared his throat. “I mean. If you do. Give me a week’s notice. So I can mentally prepare. Or maybe just… take me with you next time.”

Your laughter was loud enough that a few interns turned to look. Hyunjin didn’t even mind. He was just happy to hear that sound again. To see your post-its appear one by one around his office. To have his coffee taste right and his schedule make sense and his thoughts stop spiraling every time he walked past your desk.

Maybe it was inappropriate. Maybe it was bordering on ridiculous how much he’d missed you. But when he caught your eye later that afternoon and you gave him that small smile the one you reserved for private jokes and quiet moments he realized something.

The office wasn’t the only thing that felt out of sync without you. He was, too.

And now that you were back, the world made sense again.

Even Gerald.

Kind of.

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If you’re up for it and have the time, could u write a minghao x yn where they’re keeping their relationship a secret which causes some angst between them but in the end they tell people and live happily ever after❤️❤️ non idol preferably

Hope it works out! Thank u

My muse | x.m.h

PAIRING. Xu Minghao x nonidol!reader GENRE. Angst (with a happy ending), hurt/comfort, established relationship WARNINGS. None really just Idol realities .ᐟ WORD COUNT. 8k (not proofread)

You've been nothing but at peace dating Minghao for the past year. Since the day you two met in the art exhibit of your favorite painter, the red string of fate always brought you together in coincidental meetings—the library, the cafe, or even just down the street. What began as stolen glances soon turned into eyes that looked at you with so much love—the kind of love that engulfs you in an embrace when your fire within starts to flicker. He always supported you in the things you do, found ways to help you grow together, and consistently reminded you of how important you were to him.

Except that he could only love you in secret.

It couldn't be avoided—he was a known idol, after all. It's a harsh industry where a dating scandal can put not just him, but even you under fire. Even so, he took the risk and entered a relationship with you.

Dating an idol was never easy. Aside from loving you, he also had to love his fans, just like that one time he came home from a fanmeet where him holding hands with a fan quickly went viral not even hours from the event.

"Y/n-ah, sorry about earlier. I promise it's all fanservice..."

Your boyfriend says as he sinks into your cuddles by the couch.

"No, don't worry, it's okay, it's okay, as long as you know who you're supposed to come home to~ hehe~"

Most of the time, situations like these ended in playful banter as you always wanted to lighten the mood. However, deep inside, it actually pulled some strings in your heart. Had circumstances been different, it wouldn't be a problem for you to hug him in the street, post couple pictures on insta, or at the very least, love him without hiding from the public eye.

Before you even realized it, a year has passed since you two started dating. For your anniversary, you decided to buy him a ring which was crafted with pure silver and adorned by his birthstone. The night you gave it to him, he couldn't believe his eyes—he swore to himself that he'd say yes if that was a proposal, but luckily, it wasn't, cause he wanted to be the one to propose instead of you.

From that day on, he never took the ring off. To him, it bore the same weight as an engagement ring, and in his mind, you two are engaged. In the same way, you also never took off the matching pair he bought you, which was considerably more expensive than his.

Months later, Minghao had a scheduled interview with a famous designer company for his remarkable style in his previous fashion shows. The interview went well for the first few minutes, with questions purely about his aesthetic preferences and the like. However, when a luster of light from his ring's sparkle caught the interviewer's eye, all attention was drawn into the ring.

"Minghao-ssi, that ring looks really nice, where did you get it from?"

Confronted with a sudden question, he internally panicked and thought of excuses to cover up the fact that the ring was given by his lover.

"Oh this?"

"... I just bought it overseas, I really liked the design."

With a sheepish smile, he cautiously thought of his next words.

"Wow, you've got really good taste. Romantics from all around the world usually come to that brand to buy engagement rings."

Denying his lover in front of the cameras made his heart ache and filled him with guilt, but he knew that it was for the best.

"Speaking of engagement, do you have plans of finding love in the near future?"

For the second time, he lied.

"I haven't found the right one for me, and I'll be waiting for love to come."

He shared a few giggles with the interviewer as they shifted the topic, with the latter even joking about introducing him meet his daughter. That light-hearted exchange later circulated around the media for Minghao's elegance and playfulness, leaving everyone smitten by your boyfriend — except for you who only turned off the laptop with a heavy heart.

Minghao had said beforehand that he'd come home late, and so you went straight home, just to compose yourself before going straight to sleep. Today has been a bad day—your worthless manager asked for major revisions on your proposal that he didn't even bother to read, your family abroad asking for help after your brother got into an accident, and that newly released interview you just watched. The last thing you wanna do is to confront Minghao over his words, and so you decided to head straight to sleep to avoid him.

Upon reaching home, you lay flat on the couch while dropping the bags to the side. For a few moments, you just stare at the ceiling—contemplating whether you're being reasonable or just upset at Minghao for the wrong reasons. Suddenly, you heard the keys to the main door getting unlocked. It was just 7pm, how could he be here? Knowing that you can't pretend to be asleep within a few seconds, you grab you bag and fix yourself before he opens the door, pretending to just be leaving.

"Honey, hello, I missed you"

Minghao said while smiling, walking up to you to give you a hug. Still conflicted, you just nod and stay still, refusing to return his hug. He planted a soft kiss on your cheek to make sure it wasn't just fatigue causing your cold demeanor, but as soon as he saw your blank face, he knew something was wrong.

"Y/n-ah, is there something wrong?"

"Nothing. I'll be going now"

You keep your back turned against him as you walk toward the door. As you reach the doorknob, he grabs your other hand.

"I've got night shift today."

That was a lie. There was no night shift that day. He beckons you to turn to face him, holding your shoulders and adjusting his position to get infront of you.

"Come on, talk to me. How are we fixing this if you keep shutting me out?"

Finally getting enough of this argument, your emotions spill out, with tears from both eyes threatening to fall.

"Is that ... all I'm worth?"

Seeing a tear fall from your left eye, his expression changes into that of panic and concern.

"Love—"

"So little that you'd ... deny my love...in front of everyone"

You weren't sure when you'd become such a crybaby, but at that moment, you just couldn't stop crying. Minghao, on the other hand, seemed to have picked up on what you were talking about — the interview from earlier where he claimed to have bought the ring by himself.

"We've talked about this, haven't we? I can't be caught in a datin—"

"Could I have atleast been a friend then?"

"I would have been happy being referred to...as a friend...than not even existing at all."

"But that could raise everyone's eyes as to where you stand in my life."

"Is it...a sin to be part of your life?"

With that last line, he was caught off guard, and all he could utter was a weak "I'm sorry" before you left the door.

Still crying, you head to the nearby park to clear your mind. The voices inside your head were having a chaotic meltdown, taking in what has just happened between you and your boyfriend, still thinking about your manager's harsh words from earlier, and worrying over your brother's state—too loud that you couldn't hear the thunders warning of an impending rain. Unbeknownst to you, a man has been following you since you left earlier.

Suddenly, with one final thunder, heavy rain started falling. You run to the nearest bench under a canopy, not minding how wet you are now. Home was too far to run to in the heavy rain.

From the distance, a familiar shadow emerged, but you were too lost in your thoughts to even notice it.

"Honey, please, I'm sorry."

Startled by the familiar voice, you look up to the man, who turns out to be Minghao.

"Why are you here?"

"You just did a night shift last week. It's impossible you're on one again this week"

He may be a very busy man, but he still has your schedule memorized. You just stare at him kneeling below you with your eyes slightly swollen from crying.

"Let's come inside before you catch a cold, hm?"

Minghao sat beside you for a while, waiting for the rain to calm down. While at it, he began holding your hand, rubbing circles on it to calm you down. He didn't talk just yet, afraid that it'll just make you more upset.

The sudden downpour didn't last long and it has stopped raining immediately. Your boyfriend took it as a sign to carry your bag and take your hand to walk you home. The walk back home was quite silent, not until his unspoken sentiments finally came out.

"You know, it's not that I'm scared of breaking my idol image. I'm just afraid that everyone goes after your identity... that's how the media acts, doesn't it?"

Looking at it, now, he's right. You suddenly feel a pang of pain in your chest as guilt drowns you. Maybe you just overreacted because of today's circumstances. Maybe you were actually being selfish.

"I'm sorry I over—"

However, before you could speak, he interrupted you.

"But that doesn't mean I can't protect you. Y/n-ah, give me another chance please?"

He comes in front of you and pleads, his despair and sadness showing through his eyes.

"I'll make it up to you. I'll be more open on showing the world how I love you. I know how bad it must've felt for you all this time we've been together, but I'm ready now, really."

There was nothing but sincerity in his words.

"No—but—it's okay that you don't reveal our relationship to the media yet—"

"Then I'll make it so obvious that anyone with eyes would know."

"... just so that .... they know ... that I already have a muse ..."

You couldn't stay mad at your boyfriend—not when he's professing his love ever so genuinely in front of you. He suddenly becomes breathless as your hands find their way to his cheeks, cupping them before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Uhh....let's get back home before it rains"

He'll never admit it to himself, but he still gets flustered when you kiss him, even after a year of being together. On the way back home, he asks you about your day, and upon knowing about everything that happened, he helps you sort it all out.

From that day on, people online have started speculating him of dating someone. After all, who wouldn't speculate a man who posts paintings of a girl so frequently, having the same face always, just in different backgrounds. The captions weren't any better too, as they were always pulled from chinese romance novels. He never directly admitted to have been dating someone, but also never denied it. It has gotten to the point where Carats began begging him to just reveal his girlfriend instead of acting like a disgustingly lovesick boy. However, he likes to keep it sentimental and private. Maybe one day he'll just surprise them with a wedding ring—but that's for another story.

Author's note: Hello! Thank you for the request! I'm sorry if it's ooc, it's my first time writing a minghao fic (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) I'm sorry I couldn't put the "they tell everyone" part too because it was getting too long huuhuhuh 💔 Hope u like it!

[pixiexdusts-world]

Shattered Light

Bob Reynolds x thunderbolts!reader

Summary: Bob Reynolds, the Sentry, struggles with his powers and the Void within him. He develops a quiet crush on a new Thunderbolts* teammate, and through their shared battles and moments of vulnerability, he learns to trust her and himself. In the end, he finds peace and love, anchored by her steady presence.

Word count: 5,636

Notes: slight thunderbolts* spoilers. This is the longest fic I’ve ever posted….. I’m scared 😓

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Bob Reynolds wasn’t used to the noise.

Not just the missions, the guns, the explosions—he could handle that. It was the silence after that got him. The moments when he stood in the Thunderbolts* briefing room, his skin buzzing with too much energy, while everyone else peeled off armor or traded barbed jokes like nothing ever touched them. Like they were used to the dark.

But you? You were something different.

You didn’t talk much either, but your silence didn’t feel like weight—it felt like calm. Like a harbor in the middle of a storm he couldn’t name. Bob had no idea how someone could move through this twisted team with such certainty, but you did. Graceful. Focused. Untouchable.

And it terrified him.

He noticed you on the second day after joining the team officially. You were leaning against the wall outside the mission debrief, arms crossed, eyes sharp but not cold. You nodded once at him when he passed by. Just a nod. No smile. No words. But it short-circuited something in his brain anyway.

So he nodded back.

And then he avoided you for three days straight.

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He wasn’t good at people. Not anymore. Maybe not ever.

He’d been someone once—a husband, a neighbor, someone people liked. But now he was this barely-contained nuclear reaction in a hoodie and gloves, pretending he still knew how to exist.

And you… you were real. Not some experiment. Not a symbol. Just a person. A fierce, beautiful one who could take down three mercs with a single baton strike and then walk off without waiting for applause.

So naturally, Bob couldn’t speak to you without tripping over himself.

Like today, for example.

You were in the gym, wrapping your hands. He walked in, trying to seem casual, like it wasn’t a coincidence. Like he hadn’t checked the schedule five times to make sure no one else would be around.

You didn’t even look at him at first. Just finished your wraps and stepped onto the mat.

He hovered by the weights for a minute, pretending to stretch, pretending not to watch.

You turned, finally. “You training?”

Bob’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

“I, uh… yeah. Yeah.”

Smooth.

You raised an eyebrow. “Want the mat?”

He shook his head quickly. “No, no—you go ahead. I like, uh, I like observing. Not in a weird way. In a normal… healthy way.”

You stared at him.

He felt his face go red.

You tilted your head slightly. “Right.”

You started your warm-up. Bob sat on the bench press machine with a towel draped over his knee, clutching it like a lifeline.

He kept stealing glances while you moved. There was a fluidity to your strikes that made the air feel sharper around you. And every time your fist hit the practice dummy, Bob felt like he flinched harder than the target did.

He didn’t even realize you were speaking until you turned and asked, “You box?”

He blinked. “I… used to. Kinda.”

“You want a round?”

Bob’s heart went into full lockdown mode. “Spar? With you?”

You gave a half-smile. “Yeah. Unless you’re scared.”

He almost blurted, Terrified, thanks for asking, but instead mumbled, “Sure. Why not?”

He took off his hoodie. His arms tensed, golden power flickering faintly beneath his skin, and he hoped—desperately—that you didn’t notice. He stepped onto the mat.

You stood across from him, already in a stance. “No powers?”

He nodded quickly. “No powers.”

You lunged first.

And you were fast.

He blocked, barely, and stumbled a little, awkward on his feet. He wasn’t afraid of getting hit—it was everything around the hit. How close you were. How serious your eyes were. How your braid snapped behind you like a warning.

“You’re stiff,” you said mid-punch.

“I’m trying to be respectful,” he said through gritted teeth, parrying your strike.

“This is respectful,” you replied, throwing a knee he dodged just in time. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

Bob let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Okay. No holding back.”

He wasn’t a natural fighter like you. His power made everything unfair—so when he stripped it away, he just felt… awkward. Heavy. Out of sync.

But he tried.

He managed a decent jab that made you smirk. And for a moment, he felt it—that flicker of pride.

Then you swept his leg.

He hit the mat with a loud thud, blinking up at the ceiling.

You leaned over him, breath light, hands on your hips.

“You okay?” you asked.

He nodded, stunned. “Yep. Just… thinking about life. My choices. Gravity.”

You laughed. You actually laughed.

And it hit him harder than the fall.

You held out a hand. He took it, and your grip was firm. Real. Grounding.

“Thanks,” he said as you pulled him up.

You shrugged. “You’ve got potential. You just need to stop thinking so much.”

“That’s like asking water not to be wet.”

You tilted your head again. “Then maybe it’s time you dried off.”

Bob grinned, heart pounding.

You were impossible. And he was absolutely screwed.

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Bob wasn’t sure what was worse: being thrown on his back in front of you or having to face you the next morning like it hadn’t completely scrambled his nervous system.

He spent twenty minutes pacing outside the Thunderbolts* cafeteria, clutching a travel mug he didn’t even want. He’d filled it just to have something to hold. Something to do with his hands so he wouldn’t look like a malfunctioning android if you showed up.

He was debating whether to fake a phone call and bolt when he heard footsteps.

You.

Walking in like you didn’t set his brain on fire 24 hours ago.

“Morning,” you said, pulling open the door and brushing past him without hesitation.

“Morning,” he squeaked—then cleared his throat and said it again, lower. “Morning.”

You stopped near the coffee machines and glanced over your shoulder. “You coming in or guarding the hallway?”

He shuffled in. “Just, you know. Scoping the perimeter. Very important hallway.”

You smirked slightly but didn’t say anything.

He watched you fix your coffee. Black, no sugar. Brutal. Efficient. Of course.

Bob looked at his own mug. It had too much cream and some experimental caramel drizzle he regretted. It looked like dessert next to yours.

You nodded toward an empty table in the corner. “You sit, or pace?”

He followed. Sat. Then realized he was gripping the mug like it was trying to escape and forced his fingers to relax.

Silence.

But not a bad one.

You took a sip of your coffee and leaned back. “You hit harder than you think.”

Bob blinked. “I do?”

“Yeah. You held back. But your stance was better by the end.”

He felt something warm in his chest. Praise. From you.

“That’s… that’s good,” he said. “I’ve been trying not to—well. Not to accidentally punch through walls. Or people.”

“Sounds like you’re doing okay.”

He smiled faintly. “That might be the first time anyone’s ever told me that.”

You didn’t laugh. You just looked at him—really looked at him. And for once, he didn’t want to shrink from it.

He wanted to stay.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

The thing about crushes, Bob had learned, was that they made everything feel like a bomb about to go off.

He saw you everywhere now—in briefings, across the gym, stalking down the hallway in that sharp, efficient way you moved. He noticed the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were annoyed, or the way you tapped your knuckles on the table when bored.

You probably thought he was quiet because he was shy.

Really, he was quiet because he was terrified that if he spoke too much, you’d hear what he wasn’t saying.

That he liked you.

A lot.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

A week later, Valentina sent half the team on recon in Berlin. You and Bob were stuck at base, on reserve duty. The building was practically silent.

Bob was trying to read something—a mission report, maybe. But his eyes kept drifting to the security feed. You were on the sparring mat again. Alone. Practicing with a bo staff.

His stomach did a weird somersault. He hated how easily his body betrayed him.

He walked in casually. Or tried to.

You looked up and nodded. “You bored?”

“Desperately.”

“Want to learn?”

He blinked. “The staff?”

You twirled it once. “Why not?”

Bob hesitated. “I have a strong personal record of being impaled by my own lack of coordination.”

You grinned. “That’s what training is for.”

He stepped onto the mat and took the staff you offered. It was heavier than it looked. Or maybe his palms were just sweaty.

You stepped close. Too close. Your hand reached over his to adjust his grip and Bob nearly forgot how to breathe.

“Here. Like this.”

“Yep. Hands. Got it.”

You laughed softly, and Bob’s heart did that thing again—like it wanted to leap out of his chest and curl up next to you.

“Relax,” you said. “You’re too stiff.”

“Pretty sure I’m 83% tension at this point.”

You guided him through the motion, your body behind his. He tried to focus, but the heat of your presence short-circuited every logical thought.

“Better,” you murmured.

He turned a little to glance back at you. Mistake.

Too close.

Your faces were inches apart.

He froze.

You didn’t move either.

It wasn’t a charged moment exactly—it was quieter than that. Like the air between you had shifted. Like something had been acknowledged, even if neither of you said it out loud.

Then you stepped back.

“Not bad,” you said, voice neutral.

Bob tried to say something clever. Something cool. Instead, he squeaked out, “You’re a good teacher.”

You smirked. “You’re a terrible liar.”

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That night, Bob couldn’t sleep.

Not because of the usual chaos in his head. Not even because of the voice of the Void, which had been unusually quiet lately.

No—it was you.

You and your calm confidence. Your dry humor. Your hands adjusting his grip on the staff.

He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall.

He was in trouble.

But for the first time in a long, long time… he didn’t mind.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Thunderbolts* missions were chaos. That was the rule.

It wasn’t even controlled chaos most of the time. It was sharp, brutal, and messy—like a machine built by broken people. Bob understood that now. And he was one of the broken parts, too.

But this mission? This one was personal.

A rogue enhancement cell. Leftovers from a HYDRA spinoff. They were experimenting on civilians, warping them into living weapons. Bob knew that playbook too well.

Val sent you, Bob, and Ghost to extract survivors from an underground lab in northern Italy. The intel was shaky, but the urgency was real.

It was raining when you dropped in. Hard.

Bob’s earpiece crackled with static. “Two minutes to breach,” came your voice—calm, steady.

He breathed out slowly, standing behind you in the dark. “Copy.”

“You okay, Bob?” you asked.

No one else ever called him just Bob.

He wanted to say yes. He wanted to be fine.

But he wasn’t.

The building below vibrated with something unnatural. Something sick. Whatever was inside was reacting to him—or to what was inside him.

“I will be,” he finally said.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to glance at him. Rain streaked your cheek, but your expression stayed grounded. “Stay close.”

He would. Always.

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The lab was worse than expected.

Not because of what was left—but because of who wasn’t.

The scientists were gone. The patients, missing. What remained was destruction: cracked walls, smashed equipment, blood.

You and Ghost cleared the lower levels. Bob stayed near the reactor core, drawn to the hum pulsing in the air.

Something called to him. Faint. Familiar.

He stepped through a shattered security door—and there it was. A chamber, scorched black. Something had exploded from inside.

He reached out to touch the wall when—

“BOB!”

Your voice. Urgent. Sharp.

He turned just in time to see a creature lunge from the shadows—twisted, half-human, pulsing with unstable energy.

Bob reacted instinctively. He caught the thing mid-air, slamming it into the ground hard enough to crack the concrete.

It writhed, snarling.

But Bob didn’t move.

Because you were there.

You had your weapon drawn, breath heaving. You’d been running. For him.

“I’m okay,” he said quickly, holding up his hands. “It’s down. I didn’t—I’m still me.”

He saw the tension in your body ease, but your eyes stayed locked on him. Studying.

“Didn’t feel like you for a second,” you muttered.

Bob winced. “Yeah. I know.”

You stepped closer. “It’s not your fault. You held it together.”

“Barely.”

You were close again. Always close. Close enough that Bob could feel the heat from your body, even in the cold concrete tomb of this place.

“Bob,” you said softly, voice lower now. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

That nearly broke him.

Because he was trying to prove something—to you, to himself, to the parts of him that were still afraid of what he might become.

But you just… saw him.

And that was worse than any punch to the gut.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

You tilted your head, eyes still scanning his face. “You okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You hesitated.

Then—like it cost you something—you reached out and placed a hand lightly on his arm.

Not the glowing one. The real one.

The human one.

It was the gentlest thing anyone had done for him in years.

And it felt like his world tilted.

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After extraction, Val kept the debrief short. Ghost disappeared. The others dispersed.

But you waited.

Outside the ops room, arms crossed, leaning against the wall like you weren’t waiting for him at all.

Bob almost walked past.

Then he didn’t.

You looked up. “You hungry?”

That was how your invitations always came. Simple. Undramatic. Honest.

“Starving,” he said.

The ramen bar you picked was twenty minutes off base, small and tucked away between abandoned warehouses. It wasn’t fancy, but it was quiet. Safe.

You didn’t talk about the mission. You asked him about music.

He didn’t expect that.

“I used to like jazz,” he said, staring into his bowl.

“Used to?”

He shrugged. “Hard to enjoy it when your brain won’t turn off.”

You nudged your bowl aside. “What does quiet your mind?”

Bob hesitated.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I’m still looking.”

You nodded, thoughtful. “I like late-night walks. Empty streets. Rain.”

“Rain,” he echoed. “I like rain, too.”

It was dumb. Trivial. But it felt like something.

A thread pulling tighter between you.

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You walked back together. Slow.

Bob kept stealing glances at you, like he was afraid you’d vanish. Or worse—turn and tell him none of this meant what he hoped it did.

When you reached the compound gates, you stopped.

“I’m not good at this,” he blurted.

You blinked. “At what?”

“People. Feelings. Talking.”

You tilted your head slightly. “You’re doing fine.”

He looked down at his hands. “I keep thinking… if I get too close to anyone, I’ll hurt them. Or they’ll see too much. I don’t know which is worse.”

You didn’t look away.

You didn’t flinch.

“I see you, Bob,” you said.

The words were simple.

But they cracked something open.

He took a step closer. Barely breathing.

And for a second—just a second—it felt like you might move toward him too.

Like your hand might find his.

Like something unspoken might finally rise between you, real and fragile.

But then a door slammed across the lot, and the moment passed.

You stepped back.

Not far. But enough.

“I should get some rest,” you said.

He nodded, covering the pang in his chest. “Yeah. Me too.”

You paused. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Always.”

You gave him the faintest smile.

And walked away.

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The next mission was supposed to be simple.

Secure an intel cache. Quiet in, quiet out. A few old enemies looking to cash in on Thunderbolts tech. The kind of job Ghost could ghost through in her sleep.

But nothing ever stayed simple with this team.

And Bob had a bad feeling from the moment they landed.

“Keep the perimeter tight,” you told the group, adjusting your holster. “We’re in and out. If anyone breaks formation, you signal.”

Bob nodded like always. But today, it felt different.

Maybe it was the way your voice tightened before you spoke. Or the way your eyes lingered on him just a little too long. Like you were watching for cracks—worried they might already be there.

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The facility was half-collapsed, old wires hanging like vines from broken beams. Dust choked the air. No heat, no light, just the faint hum of old machines keeping something dangerous alive.

You and Bob moved together. Unspoken rhythm. He matched your pace, your angles, your breathing.

But then something shifted.

A noise behind the wall. Bob’s head snapped toward it—too sharp, too fast.

And suddenly the room exploded into gunfire.

You shoved him down just in time as the ambush triggered—mercs pouring out from hidden rooms, armed with prototype weapons that lit up the walls like lightning.

Bob’s power surged.

He held it down—barely—but it clawed against his ribs, furious, hungry.

“Bob!” your voice cut through the chaos. “Take the left flank!”

He launched forward, fists glowing faintly as he cleared a path through concrete and steel. The mercs fell back, scrambling, but one of them fired a pulse round that tore through the floor behind you.

You fell—fast—into the darkness below.

“NO!”

The word ripped from his chest louder than the blast.

He dove after you.

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You were conscious, but barely.

The lower level had caved in like a sinkhole, and you were pinned beneath a steel beam. Your leg was twisted at a wrong angle, blood dripping from a cut on your temple.

Bob hit the ground beside you hard enough to crack it.

“Hey,” you croaked, trying to move. “I’m—don’t freak—”

He was already lifting the beam. Hands trembling. Golden light bleeding from his skin.

“No powers,” you whispered, even as pain laced your voice.

He clenched his jaw. “I can’t—you’re hurt—”

“You’ll blow the whole level if you lose control.”

He froze.

Breathing hard.

He didn’t want to lose it. But he was scared—terrified—because if anything ever happened to you, he wasn’t sure who he’d become.

He reached down with normal strength. Human hands. Shaky, but steady.

The beam groaned as he braced his shoulder under it and lifted just enough for you to crawl free.

You cried out in pain—but didn’t scream. You never screamed.

When you collapsed into his arms, his heart nearly broke.

“I got you,” he said, voice rough. “I’ve got you.”

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Back at base, medics patched you up.

Torn ligament. Concussion. You’d be out of the field for a while.

Bob hovered outside the infirmary, pacing like a ghost in a place he wasn’t sure he belonged.

He wasn’t supposed to care this much.

But you weren’t just a teammate. Not anymore.

The second the medic gave the okay, he slipped inside.

You were sitting up on the cot, bandaged and grumpy. Your arms were crossed.

“You look like someone just told you there’s no more caffeine on Earth,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m fine. They’re being dramatic.”

“You fell two stories and almost got crushed.”

“I’ve had worse.”

He sat on the edge of a nearby stool. “You scared me.”

You blinked.

The room got quiet.

And Bob realized maybe he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“I mean—of course you did, that kind of fall is—uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just… I didn’t like it. Seeing you like that.”

You tilted your head. “Why?”

His mouth went dry.

He couldn’t lie to you.

But he wasn’t sure he could tell you the truth either.

“Because you matter,” he said quietly.

You looked at him.

Really looked.

And then, so softly he almost missed it, you said, “You matter too.”

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Later that night, Bob sat on the roof, staring at the stars through a haze of cloud.

He felt it building inside again—that pressure. The Void. It always came when he felt too much.

He dug his fingers into the concrete.

“Not tonight,” he whispered.

The door creaked behind him. Soft steps followed.

He didn’t turn. “Thought you were on bed rest.”

“Thought you were gonna shatter the railing.”

You walked up beside him and sat. Quiet. Steady.

Your shoulder brushed his.

And something in him settled.

“You really scared me, you know,” he murmured.

“I’ve scared worse,” you said, smirking faintly.

Bob gave a quiet laugh. “Not me.”

You looked at him again, and this time he let himself meet your eyes.

No running.

No hiding.

“I like you,” he said.

Blunt. Raw. Honest.

You didn’t flinch.

You just nodded.

“I know.”

The wind shifted.

He wanted to kiss you.

He wanted to reach out and pull you close and pretend, just for a second, that the world wasn’t ending inside his chest.

But you leaned your head on his shoulder instead.

And it was enough.

For now.

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The Void was speaking again.

Bob stood in the Thunderbolts* training chamber at 3 a.m., fists clenched, golden energy pulsing under his skin like lightning trapped in glass.

“You know how this ends,” the Void whispered inside him. “She’ll see you for what you are. A monster in a hero’s skin.”

He shut his eyes, trying to breathe through it, trying to remember your voice instead of the Void’s.

You mattered.

You mattered so much.

And that was the problem.

Because now you were in danger—from the outside, from enemies, from him.

Bob slammed his fist into the wall. It shattered on impact, a spiderweb of cracks blooming through reinforced concrete.

Behind him, the door creaked open.

He didn’t have to turn to know it was you.

You were always the only one who walked in when everyone else walked away.

“You ever sleep?” you asked softly.

“Doesn’t stick,” he muttered.

You stepped inside slowly, watching the fractured wall, then his fists. The light had dimmed in them, but it still flickered faintly.

“Bad night?”

“Getting worse.”

He finally looked at you.

And his chest tightened.

You were wearing that old hoodie—the one you’d stolen from the supply locker, two sizes too big, sleeves pushed halfway up your forearms. Comfortable. Casual. Safe.

He couldn’t speak.

You walked closer.

And closer.

“I know what you’re fighting, Bob,” you said.

He shook his head. “No. You don’t.”

“I do.” Your voice dropped. “And you’re not losing.”

He stepped back. “You shouldn’t be here. Not when I’m like this.”

“And yet I am.”

The Void writhed inside him, snarling.

“She makes you weak.”

But he didn’t feel weak.

He felt alive.

Like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t doomed to be what the world feared.

“You don’t understand,” he said again. “I could break the sky in half. I could level cities if I stop holding back. And you—”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you said.

He stared at you. “Why not?”

You walked right up to him and placed your hand over his heart.

Because that’s what you always did. You touched the part of him that was still human.

“Because you’re afraid of you,” you said softly. “And that means you’re still fighting.”

His breathing hitched.

“I want to protect you,” he whispered.

“You already do.”

“But what if I fail?”

You smiled. Sad. Honest.

“Then I’ll remind you who you are.”

His hands trembled.

The Void shrieked.

But you stayed still.

No fear in your eyes.

Just trust.

Just him.

He didn’t kiss you.

Not yet.

But you stood forehead to forehead in the center of that broken training room—his powers humming just under the surface, your hands on his shoulders like you could anchor the sun itself.

He felt like the storm.

You felt like the shelter.

And for the first time in years, he believed he could stay.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Weeks passed.

You healed.

He learned to breathe again.

You trained together—this time not just sparring, but syncing, learning each other’s rhythms in battle like music.

You ate late-night ramen again.

Watched old movies together when the insomnia got bad.

And somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like a crush.

It started feeling like home.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

One night, you were both on roof watch.

The city lights flickered below, and Bob leaned against the railing like he was finally learning to relax.

You sat beside him, sipping coffee from a thermos.

He glanced at you. “You’re the reason I’m still here.”

You didn’t joke this time. You didn’t brush it off.

“I know,” you said.

He looked down at his hands. No glow tonight.

No cracks.

Just steady breath and warmth and you.

“I’ve been thinking,” he murmured. “About trying something.”

You raised a brow. “Like what?”

He turned to you. Nervous. Hopeful.

“Letting myself have something good.”

Then he reached for your hand.

Slow.

Gentle.

You didn’t hesitate.

Your fingers curled into his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Because it was.

You smiled at him, soft and sure.

“You already do.”

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

It was early.

Not mission-early, not chaos-early—just the kind of early where the world hadn’t quite woken up yet. The sky was soft and gray, and the sun hadn’t cracked the horizon, but the edges of the clouds were already touched with gold.

Bob liked this hour best.

Not because it was quiet, but because it felt possible. Like nothing had gone wrong yet. Like maybe, for once, nothing would.

He sat on the balcony just outside your shared room, legs stretched out, a hoodie zipped halfway up over a t-shirt with a frayed collar. His hair was messy. He hadn’t bothered to fix it.

He didn’t have to anymore.

Inside, you were still asleep—one arm draped across the pillow where he used to be. You didn’t stir when he slipped out earlier, but you would soon. You always found him.

You always found him.

And that still amazed him.

Not the powers. Not the Void. Not the fact that he could hear satellites humming in orbit if he focused hard enough.

But you.

You, choosing to stay.

You, brushing past the fear and the damage and all the sharp edges no one else wanted to touch.

You, reaching for his hand like it was never even a question.

Bob leaned back in the chair and watched the light grow.

He didn’t glow like he used to. Not all the time. The energy was still there, but he’d learned how to hold it gently—like you’d taught him.

That was what you were to him: balance. Anchor. The one thing in a fractured life that made sense.

He smiled faintly at the memory of your first real mission together. How he couldn’t even speak without tripping over his words. How he thought he might implode just from sitting next to you.

Now, all he wanted was to be close.

Not because it calmed the Void.

But because it made him feel human.

Behind him, the door creaked open.

He didn’t have to turn to know it was you—bare feet soft on concrete, blanket draped around your shoulders, hair a little wild from sleep.

You stepped up behind him and rested your chin on his shoulder.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” he said softly.

“You didn’t,” you murmured. “I always know when you’re not next to me.”

He reached up and touched your hand gently.

“I’m still not used to this,” he admitted.

“To what?”

“This,” he said. “Peace. You.”

You smiled against his shoulder. “You’ll get there.”

Bob closed his eyes and leaned into you.

And for the first time in a very, very long time… he believed you.

Because the Void was quiet now.

And the morning was golden.

And your hand in his was enough to keep the whole world from falling apart.

[emeraldserenade]

Rain ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: It rained every time you two had a major life event.

tw: fem!reader, none?, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

So, I feel like a bad person because I have requests waiting to be finished but finals are really taking it out of me. I promise once they are over, I will be back to my normal posting schedule.

Also it's still storming where I live so I keep making rain related posts, hope they aren't tiring you all out.

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You met him in the rain, Joaquín Torres was walking the streets of your neighborhood during a storm at night. He had gotten lost on a mission and was in a neighborhood he didn't know that was in a state he didn't live.

"Hey! That's the tornado siren you know!" You yelled from your porch, you had been looking out the window when you saw him fall from the sky and start to walk.

"Yeah, I know! I got lost!" He yelled back and as much as you were warned about strangers, you couldn't let him just wander in a storm.

"Come inside, you can use my phone and get out of the storm!" You yelled back to him, you watched as he debated it for a moment before agreeing.

You stepped inside as he followed you in, you automatically went to offer him a towel and some of your ex's old clothes he never bothered to pick up. When he came back from the bathroom, you gave him your phone and left the living room to give him some privacy. You could vaguely hear his conversation from the kitchen and when you finished with the tea you had offered to make him, you walked back in.

"Thanks for all of this," he thanked you and you nodded. It admittedly took you a moment to figure out who he was, but you were determined to stay neutral.

"It's not issue, I just couldn't leave you out in the rain while there's tornado sirens going off," you waved off his gratitude and willed your ever growing celebrity crush to die down.

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You told him you were moving to DC when it was raining. You had been dating for months and your lease on the house was up. You decided that you would move to be closer to him so you weren't long distance anymore. It helped that your brother lived in DC and you would be closer to family too. Joaquín just offered for you to move in with him, and how could you say no when he looked so cute asking?

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He confessed his love for you in the rain. Joaquín and you had been living together for months, your peaceful dinner and walk in the park was halted when the sky opened and a downpour started. You two laughed and, instead of running, walked the rest of the way to your car.

"I love you," Joaquín looked down at you and you smiled at the way his eyes sparkled with love and joy.

"I love you too," you kissed him before you two kept walking.

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It rained he day he proposed, Joaquín planned it that way too. When you laughed at the fact that all your major life points seem to happen around rain, he smiled and told you that he planned it for this day. You smiled and kissed him, both of you happy to be engaged. There was a party right after, friends and family alike all celebrating you two.

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It rained the day you got married, you were inside but the big windows let you see the rain. When you said your vows, the rain lightened and everyone could hear you. And when you kiss for the first time as husband and wife, lighting struck out the window and made for the best photo.

You two loved the rain and it was obvious to everyone, and you two wouldn't have it any other way.

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Masterlist | Requests

[bloodyfries]

Adding the fact that Shen Yuan was a rich kid plus the fact that he thinks that running a peak, teaching disciples and going on missions is just lazing around then I wouldn't be surprised if he did some find of sport

Ok, here me out, a lot of rich kids tend to do a whole bunch of extra circulars (trust me, I went to a school filled with trust fund kids) and Shen Yuan considers himself lazy despite very clearly doing a lot. So, he probably got that notion because in his first life he had a jammed pack schedule and uses that as a comparison.

So with this in mind he probably has a bunch of skills, one of those being some form of sport.

Anyway, flash forward to some time post cannon and a wife plot happens. In the original PIDW it was a excuse for a sport episode (or character(s) in this case) with future wives and current wives to wear short clothes and run around. It's probably written because it a fan favorite trope in media and will mist likely bring in a bigger audience (SY can be heard cursing airplane for unoriginalty, contradictions and historical inaccuracy). We'll just say that some kingdom/demon royal family decided instead of violence (because who could ever beat Bingge in a fight?) to use a sports tournament as a way to decide who get to rule.

Well, when this happens in svsss Shen Qingqiu ends up roped into this (ahh, the curse to be a love interest) and just absolutely destroys everyone at off brand tennis (and/or other rich people sports). Luo Binghe would also be destroying people at literally any of the games but he's too busy trying to not lose it over SQQ's (previously stated) short clothing, pulled tightly up hair and skill

[streetlamp-amber]

batmom with endometriosis (blurb)

batfamily x batmom!reader

word count: 1.5k | divider by @saradika | requests are open!

REQUEST: “when I read in your guidelines that you had chronic pain, I was ecstatic - that's exactly the ask I've been wanting to leave for weeks, a batboys x reader where the reader has chronic pain (I have endometriosis and fibromyalgia). Maybe how the boys take care of and accommodate reader's needs?" CW: miscarriage, infertility, endometriosis, mention of blood (menstrual) NOTES: march is endometriosis awareness month and as someone also in the process of being diagnosed with endo, i really wanted to take some time out of my busy uni schedule to write this one and post it this month. if you've requested something and i haven't answered to your request yet, it means i'm still in the process of writing it, i'll eventually get through my inbox haha but in the meantime i hope you enjoy this one. i mostly based the headcanons on my personal experience as well as some more commonly known facts about endo. also i'm more comfortable writing about the batboys with the reader being batmom, sorry if this wasn't exactly what was expected but i just can't see dick, jason, tim and damian as a romantic partner like they are my children frl frl. i was going with headcanons at first but then it turned too much into a story idk it's a little weirdly made but i think still nice to read?

You grew up always wanting a big family, with a few children running around your house, but your dreams were shattered when you were diagnosed with endometriosis after having a miscarriage. The screams and sobs that came out of your body when the doctor told you that carrying a pregnancy (if you were able to get pregnant at all) would be pretty risky haunted Bruce for a long time. A year later, you tried to get pregnant by IVF, but this didn’t work either and you had completely given up on the idea of pregnancy, there was only so much heartbreak you could take. When Bruce and you witnessed the death of the Flying Graysons, Bruce at first was reluctant to suggest to you the idea of adopting their son Dick. After the failed in vitro attempt and your mutual decision to stop trying to get pregnant, you hadn’t really spoken about adoption and he wasn’t sure this was something you’d be open to, so your husband was pretty surprised when you were the one to suggest to adopt Dick. As the years went by, more and more children joined the Wayne Manor and your dream of having a big family with a few children running around your house came to life.

Living with endometriosis was no easy feat. Some days you were in so much pain you couldn’t even get out of bed. You were physically and mentally exhausted for at least a week every month, and even though your job allowed you to work from home, your sixty year old male boss who had no understanding of women’s health eventually fired you. When that happened, Bruce was about ready to march into that old man’s office and get you your job back, but you decided to instead appreciate the privilege you were given by being married to a billionaire CEO and become a stay-at-home wife. Shortly after your diagnostic, Bruce started a charity to fund medical research for women’s health, particularly for conditions touching the reproductive system like endometriosis and PCOS, so once you were out of your old job, you decided that there was no better way to spend your time than by getting involved with the charity.

You were lucky to have an understanding husband who was constantly at your beck and call. Whenever your period was about to start and your endometriosis symptoms worsened, he would do simple things like drawing you a hot bath to help soothe your muscles and shorten his night patrols as Batman so he could come back to bed earlier and serve as your personal heating pad. He would rub CBD oil on your joints and your lower back to relieve some pain and it goes without saying that he tracked your periods not only to anticipate the times when he needs to be more at home than work to care for you but also when you’re more comfortable to have sex, seeing as dyspareunia (painful intercourse) was one of your most unwanted symptoms. It surprised him at first, he didn’t know this was a possible thing, but the two of you worked together to find positions that were more comfortable and less painful for you, and he didn’t take any offence if you needed to stop mid session. After all, Bruce only had your comfort at the forefront of his mind and always reassured you whenever you felt inferior for not being able to have intercourse with your husband.

Alfred read up on ways to improve life with endometriosis through your diet and made sure you never ran out of raspberry leaf tea which helped with your pelvic pain a little. He started incorporating omega-3 fatty acids in your meals and had you snacking on vegetables and trail mix in between. As the kids started appearing in your life, they each happily took the role of being your personal cuddly heating pad until they became teenagers and went through that phase where getting hugs and kisses from your mother was too cringy for them (except for Jason, the hottest furnace out of your kids and the biggest Mama’s boy). Dick, your little flexible acrobat, helped you do 30 minutes long yoga sessions every day to help reduce your pain and increase your energy levels. Tim made sure you were drinking enough water – “Well Mom, the studies say that you need to drink five tall glasses of water per day, so drink up!” – and he was always staying up to date with medical magazines and research to find new ways to improve your life.

When Bruce and Dick returned from one of their patrols with a German Shepherd dog and nobody had claimed him after an ad was put in the paper, Bruce decided to have Ace trained to help you with your anxiety and depression spells that came during your premenstrual period. The big dog was an addition to the family that you never had thought of but you were more than pleased to have him. When your husband was at work and your boys were at school, Ace would jump in your bed and lay his head on your belly or let you cuddle him for as long as you wanted, always there to soothe you and keep your belly warm. 

Damian’s arrival in your life had not been easy. It opened old wounds, and for a moment there you had convinced yourself that your husband would have a moment of clarity and leave you to be with someone who could give him biological children. After talking it out through the night and Bruce reassuring you over and over again that he wasn’t going to leave you and that he was more than happy with the family you had together, he realised that maybe you hadn’t really come to terms with your fertility problems. A week later, he suggested that you see a therapist to help you with the psychological load that came with your condition and that you should also join a group for people with endometriosis who would better understand your pain and struggle. At first you were reluctant, thinking Bruce had had enough and wanted to relieve himself from the burden of supporting you, but your kids made you see that this would be beneficial for everyone, that you can never have too many support systems and the lived experiences of other people with endometriosis could also help your family find better ways to help and support you.

Once Damian warmed up to you, which took more than a few months, he was basically fighting Jason to be your personal cuddly heating pad. He loved your motherly affection and his favourite way to pass time was watching your favourite sitcom in your bed with you and Ace. One time, you unexpectedly started bleeding during the night and left a pretty big red stain on your white sheets. After making sure you were comfortable in your hot bath, Bruce gathered your bedsheets and went to bring them to the laundry room. It just so happened that Damian was getting out of his bedroom at the same time as his father and when he saw the blood on the sheets, he immediately assumed the worst and jumped on Bruce, ready to avenge you. Damian knew that you had menstruations every month, that they were the cause for your pain, but he didn’t know that they caused you to bleed this much. Thankfully, Tim, who knew you were supposed to be on your period soon, was coming up to your room to bring you your first water bottle of the day and managed to pull small Damian off of Bruce. While your third son took care of bringing the sheets to the laundry room downstairs, your husband guided Damian through your bedroom and made him stop in the doorway of the adjacent bathroom, where they could see your head poking out of the bathtub, your eyes closed as you tried to let the warm water and your favourite Leonard Cohen album soothe you. “See,” he leaned down to Damian’s height and gently told him, “Mom’s doing alright. Well, as alright as she can when she’s on her period, but she’s alive. She loses a lot of blood when she’s on her period, that’s one of the reasons why she’s so tired.”

After every laparoscopy, you'd wake up to find Bruce and your boys in your room, sat there waiting to bring you back home from the hospital. Everyone was at your beck and call, the boys mostly helped you get out of bed and walk each day to improve your blood flow. Tim was even more insisting with your water intake to prevent dehydration and everyone ate your post laparoscopy diet of plain rice and broiled chicken to avoid upsetting your stomach the first two days after the surgery so you wouldn’t feel alone in your boring diet. When you weren't out of bed doing your daily walk with one of your kids, they were all knocking at your bedroom door every fifteen minutes, making sure you were comfortable and didn’t need anything else. Bruce, who had mastered the art of bandage through his Batman activities, checked on your incision every morning and every night for any infection or if it had opened up, then cleaned it with soapy water and applied some gauze over it to prevent it rubbing against your clothes.

And every month you found yourself crying at least once, overwhelmed with how grateful you were to have a strong and loving support system helping you live with your condition.

[deadpanjisung]

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡  ult ♡ˎˊ˗ ༚ ✧ ˳⁺⁎

pairing: seo changbin x afab!reader 

MDNI!!!

wc: 5.6k

warnings: swearing, smut!!, fluff, cats, allergies, a lil humor, use of y/n, making-out, descriptive sex, changbin is a simp, teasing, unprotected sex (pls don’t), mentions of oral sex, cre4mpie.

a/n: this was supposed to be a Valentine's Day fic but i couldn't find the mood to post it till now. feedback is encouraged ◡̈

i hope you enjoy♡

-˚₊‧꒰ა ginny ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You were sitting at your usual meeting spot, feeling the cold, metal park bench against your exposed thighs. It was later than your usual meeting time, the lamp posts illuminated you and the passing families on their way to the philharmonic performance. You debated meeting him at the stage instead, but it felt wrong to you. This bench had been your meeting point ever since you met Seo Changbin while sitting on it more than a decade ago. Changbin was very different to you, he was a natural charmer, undoubtedly a born performer. You always shied away from being the center of attention (“my quiet little mouse” Changbin remarked).

You were sitting on that same bench when Changbin sat next to you and asked if you were okay. Then, he asked why you were alone. He talked your ear off that afternoon. You were still in high school by then, he talked about his training to be an idol, his family, his friends. You listened attentively; it was strange for you to meet someone your age who had such a busy lifestyle. Your sister went to find you when it got too late, and you still hadn’t arrived at your house. Changbin waved you off with a quick, “nice to meet you!”. 

You returned the next afternoon and to your surprise, Changbin was already sitting there (“Ah! I’m glad you came back! I forgot to ask if you wanted to hang out again. You looked comfortable here yesterday, so I figured I’d come back.” He said with a smile). You were even more surprised at the fact that he wanted to see you again. You gave him your number and agreed to meet there thrice a week after school and between his practices. It took you a while to open up, you weren’t used to feeling seen or heard by someone. But Changbin knew how you felt with just a look.

Your meetings at the bench became more limited after he debuted. Being reduced from thrice a week, to once a week, to once a month to once every few months, to once a year, if you were lucky. You and Changbin still texted occasionally, and even more rarely called each other for your birthdays or other important events. Changbin was there for you through your biggest achievements and your biggest losses, and you were there for his, even at a distance. It had been two years since you last saw Changbin, your schedules hadn’t lined up for you to meet. You were shocked when he asked you to meet over the summer, when he had some time off to stay with his family. 

“HEY, Y/N!” He shouted, sprinting over when he spotted you. You stood up and extended your arms with a blush rising on your cheeks. He hugged you tightly, lifting you up and spinning you around, placing a sweet kiss on your head.

“I think this is the second happiest time I’ve been to see you here.” He said as he lowered you down to your feet. 

“Oh really? When was the first?” You asked as he sat down on the bench.

“The second time I saw you here, when I didn’t even have your number or know where you lived or studied or if I’d see you again!” He remarked, you smiled at that and signaled him to get up.

“I was shocked when you came back that day.” You said and you started walking next to each other. “I missed you, Bin. How have you been?” You took a second to look at him, the same light posts you had seen many times before illuminating his features. It seemed to you that he was bulking up, his hair was dyed a dark purple color, he was dressed in all black as you expected him to be. 

“‘M good! Tired but it’s been nice.” He replied. “And you? I love that skirt on you! It’s so cute, you almost looked like an idol.” You blushed at that comment. It was a blue floral summer set, different from your usual attire.

“Ah, thank you. Well, I’ve been better, if I’m being honest.” You said, looking at the floor in front of you. “Work has nearly been killing me so I’m glad to have some time off this summer.” 

“I’ll make sure you rest well. I can take care of you.” He said, proudly. “I take care of my members all the time now. I’m their favorite chef.”

“Oh? You are?” You asked in disbelief. He looked away, embarrassed. Changbin placed a facemask over his mouth and nose.

“WHAT?  You don’t believe me? Well, okay…. maybe I’m their second favorite chef…” He mumbled; you chuckled. You looked in front of you to see the stage already full of people. You walked the rest of the way in silence and stood in the far back to avoid drawing attention to yourself. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “I missed being here with you. I love you, Y/N-nnie.” 

“Me too, Bin. It’s been a while. I’m happy to see you looking so healthy.” He smiled at that comment, you knew Changbin took a lot of pride in taking care of himself. 

The performance started, you and Changbin didn’t speak again until it was over. 

“Did you walk here?” He asked. You nodded. Your family’s house was close to the park and your apartment was even closer. “Can I drive you back?” You nodded again. “I know it’s late but, are you hungry?” He knew you had a habit of skipping dinner when you had plans.

“Just a little… I ate before coming.” you replied. 

“My sister recommended a stand that makes good tteokkochi at the end of the street. We can walk by it and I’ll take you home.” He spoke. You nodded.

“How was the tour?” You asked. He started talking about the places he went to, the songs they played, how he got sick once and had to skip a performance, how he went to a concert on one of their free days, The songs they worked on, how Seungmin made him angry one day and he had to apologize for lashing out…

You arrived at the stand, it looked a bit run down but an auntie was making and serving the tteokkochi, so you knew it would be good. She asked you what you wanted, you both got two servings.

Changbin insisted on paying for the food, taking out the precise amount before you could protest. You rolled your eyes, but it usually went like that. Changbin would never let you pay despite your insisting. You often repaid him by delivering food to his studio sessions when you were close by.

He walked next to you in comfortable silence. During the decade that you’ve known each other, you have met hundreds of times at this same park, and you talked each other’s ears off. Nonetheless, you also learned to feel equally pleasant in moments of silence. The streets were illuminated mostly by different shop’s led lights. You looked at your feet as you walked while Changbin looked at you. 

“Do I have something on my face?” You asked and giggled. Changbin’s face reddened. He nervously laughed.

“No, you don’t.” He answered. “I’m realizing that I’ve missed you a lot.” It was your turn to blush. 

“Me too, Bin. This is the longest we’ve been without seeing each other, I think.”

“And way too long. I should take more time off.” He added. 

“So, my sister just had a baby. He’s about as old as your nephew.” You said, as you walked forward, spotting Changbin’s car in the distance. 

“Really? Congrats, auntie!” He exclaimed. 

“Shut up! I’m not that old yet!” You protested, he gave a hearty laugh as he took his keys out of his pockets to unlock his car. 

You slipped in the passenger seat of his sports car, wondering why someone would have a car this low. He smiled when he saw you struggling. 

“I forgot you don’t like sports cars.”

“I absolutely despise them.” You agreed. There was silence, the sounds of the night where barely noticeable; the faint music coming from the radio was almost identifiable. 

“So, are you still seeing that guy? The French guy that worked at the hospital.” He asked, nonchalantly when he drove off.

“Louis?” You corrected him. “No. He moved back to France last year when he finished his residency.” You shrugged it off. You and Changbin rarely spoke about your flings unless they were serious. He had casually met Louis the last time you saw each other when you ran into him at the park. 

“Are you still seeing the makeup artist?” You asked, he shook his head. 

This was the first time in the last five years or so that you and Changbin had both been single at the same time. You felt nervous, like your heart was dropping. You had always had a bit of a crush on him, but you were sure that he never reciprocated your feelings. You tried burying your crush for him, but it wasn’t as easy when you were right next to him. You felt your palms get sweaty as he pulled up at your place.

“Hey… Can I come in?” He asked suddenly, making you snap out of your thoughts.

“Yeah.” You smiled, “It’s a bit messy, but I was going to ask you anyways.” He smiled at that. You hadn’t openly planned to see him again during the summer. You feared having such a short meeting after two years without seeing him. 

He opened the car door for you, you didn’t expect anything less from Seo Changbin, professional gentleman. Changbin had an extra key to your house, as your closest friend. Nonetheless, he had never used it to let himself in.

You walked up to the front door with your best friend close behind you, hands buried in his jean’s pockets. Your hands trembled as you unlocked your old-fashioned door. You stepped in; suddenly conscious of the empty glass of water on your counter, the coat you discarded on the floor, the mess of books on your coffee table, the scattered toys your cat left. Did you take out the trash before you left? Did you clean the litter box? Where is Alfred? Will Changbin be deathly allergic to him? Why did you forget to mention you had a cat?

He stepped in behind you and took in your house, feeling coziness and a twitch in his nose.

“Ah, Binnie, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you that I have a cat now! Do you want something for your allergies?” You asked.

“Yeh. Weren’t you more of a dog person, though?” He replied. “Where’s the little fella anyways?” You walked towards your medicine cabinet and took out a generic allergy pill for him.

“I love dogs too.” You answered. “My sister found Alfred in front of her office and asked if I could foster him because she was super pregnant at the time… and after, like, a day I fell in love with him.” He laughed.

“You’re always so sensible. That’s probably my favorite part of…” He interrupted himself by chugging down the pill with a glass of water. You blushed and you spotted Alfred apprehensively approaching the kitchen. The bright, long-haired orange kitty stood out amongst your darker furniture and decoration. 

“There he is! He’s shy at first so don’t make too much noise.”

“Are you calling me out for being loud?” He asked and chuckled but kept down his voice to your request. You tried to approach Alfred, but he ran away to his favorite hiding place, inside the hallway closet. “Is he scared of me?” Changbin’s demeanor changed, looking almost disappointed. 

“Cats are pretty different from dogs, so he probably is scared of you, but to no fault of your own.” You answered. “You’ll win him over by giving him some space.”

“Ah, even better. You know I’m scared of the cats anyways.” He said and sinking down onto your familiar sofa. “So, how have you been?”

“I’m okay, I think… I think I had told you last time, but I work at a different library now, you know, the one that’s inside the University...” You spoke.

“I remember you telling me that you changed jobs, but I don’t think you told me it was at the university library.”

“Ah, well, yeah. I’m the director now…. But I started when I still didn’t have my master’s.” You added.

“Right! You graduated last year, right?” He asked, raising his voice a little bit. You nodded. He reached into his bag and took out a small, black pull-on pouch. “I saw Han Jisung wearing one of these and I asked him to get you one… It’s not much, but it reminded me of you.” He placed the small bag on the couch, in between you two. You opened the bag to see a box with the writing ‘Vivienne Westwood’ on it.

“You didn’t!” You exclaimed. He smiled, feeling more confident after that. You opened the box to see a collar with black beading and the characteristic Vivienne Westwood pendant. “Thank you. This must’ve costed you a fortune, you didn’t have to get me something so expensive… I appreciate anything you do for me.” 

“I know. But I also know that you’ve been eyeing one of these for years.” He replied. “I’d get everything I could for my closest, bestest friend.” You blushed.

“Ah, Binnie. I appreciate this so much. But I could never ever repay this…”

“I never expect you to repay anything to me.” Changbin interrupted. “Your friendship is way more valuable to me than any silly material thing I’ll ever give to you. This is just a teeny tiny gift for all you’ve done for me.”

“Bin…” You said. “I feel bad for not having anything for you.”

“How about a big warm hug, then?” He negotiated. 

You complied and wrapped your arms around Changbin’s neck. He wrapped his warm arms around your waist. The position was a bit awkward, since you were both sitting down but you felt comfortable. Your heart was beating faster than usual, with his familiar warmth calmed you down. You felt his big, warm hands on your back where your shirt rose up. His palms were sweaty against your skin. The hug lasted more than you expected, the light smell of his perfume was nice and comforting to you. His chest was soft against yours and he gently caressed your back with his calloused hands. He placed a soft kiss on the shoulder his head rested on, which brought goosebumps to your skin. He surely felt them on your back because he stopped caressing it. 

His breath briefly ghosted on your neck as he pulled away from the hug. You let go of him and took your time pulling away. His eyes met yours as you both leaned back. You felt butterflies in your stomach for the first time in years. Changbin nervously chuckled and he slouched on the couch, sighing. 

“Y/N?” His voice was barely a whisper, opposed to his usual loud self. “Have you ever thought about… kissing… me? Forget I said anything, I’m crazy!” He cut himself off. The question took you aback, you didn’t expect such a direct interrogation. 

“It depends…” You decided to tease him. “Have you ever thought about kissing me? Am I really that unappealing that you think you’re crazy for thinking that?” 

“No! You’re amazing, the best. You’re my favorite person in this whole world. I think about kissing you all the time.” He confessed with a crimson blush on his cheek. 

“Okay. Good.” You said. “I think about kissing you all the time as well.” 

“R-really?” He asked, eyes wide in disbelief. 

“Well, duh. You’re an absolute dreamboat.” You replied. His shyness turned into a smirk. “Sweet, talented and cute, too? I’d be dumb not to want to kiss you.”

“Stop it! You’re making me melt!” He shouted. “You’re so pretty, so smart… You’re my best friend. You know…”

“Just best friend?” You asked.

“No, Y/N. Not just my best friend. I like you a lot.” He replied sweetly, averting your gaze. You reached for his hand. 

“Hey. I really like you, Bin.” You added, he looked into your eyes again. 

“Yeah?” He smirked, maintaining eye-contact with you. His brown eyes were glossy.

“Yeah.” You replied and leaned towards him. Changbin met you in the middle and pressed his lips on yours. 

His beautiful doll lips were soft against your, admittedly, chapped ones. You were sure that your matte lipstick made your lips feel weird, but you didn’t mind. Changbin rested his warm hand against your left cheek. He lightly caressed your cheek as the kiss deepened. His taste was bitter, you could make out that he drunk a beer before meeting with you. He broke the kiss. 

“I planned to tell you tonight, by the way.” He commented. “But I was really nervous…”

“Bin… How could I not have feelings for you?” You remarked. “You were always ‘the one that got away’ for me. I kinda had no hope that you actually liked me back.” He chuckled.

“We sound like teenagers, don’t we?”

“We do. It’s weird how we went from casually saying ‘I love you’ to barely being able to say ‘I like you’.” You said in between laughs. He giggled. 

“It is so weird.” 

“I love you and I like you too.”  You said. “I’ll always love you as my best friend in the universe.”

“I think it’s safe to say that I’ll always love you too.” He added. “And that I really like you too.”

He leaned into you and softly presses his lips on yours for a quick peck. 

“So…” 

So…?”

You grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him again. This time harder and deeper. He kissed you back and placed his hands on your waist. He used his hand placement to guide you to sit on his lap. He moaned into the kiss when he felt your body against his. Changbin kept his hands on your waist, sliding them up and down your plush sides. You experimentally ground your hips against his crotch. You could feel his growing erection even through the heavy material of his jeans. You gasped into the kiss when Changbin when he grabbed at your waist. 

“This feels surreal.” He said, looking straight into your eyes. “My heart is beating so fast.”

“Oh, Binnie… I am so lucky to have you in my life.”

He moaned into your mouth as you kept grinding your hips against his. Changbin’s jeans felt heavenly against your thin underwear. Changbin thrusted upwards to meet your hips while his lips captured yours in a passionate kiss. He moved his hands under your skirt, looking at you in search of approval. You nodded. You felt his hands cup your almost-bare ass, since your panties had ridden up from the grinding. You moaned at the feeling of his familiar touch in such an unfamiliar place. He squeezed your ass, encouraging you to keep grinding on him. You quickened your pace and Changbin let out a hearty grunt. 

“O-oh… Oh... b-baby, I need you to stop.” He whined. “I need you to stop or I’ll cum. I want to be inside you, baby. I … can’t.” You obliged, halting your movements. Changbin pressed his forehead against yours, sweaty and panting. “Thank you, darling.” You blushed, taking in the absolute vision in front of you.

Changbin looked beautiful like this, so raw, so messy. Unlike how you usually saw him lately: with his hair full of hairspray and a face full of makeup. He had his face bare; his lips were swollen and his hair was curling up from the sweat and humidity. 

“Is everything okay?” He interrupted your thoughts. You nodded, making him sigh in relief. “Good. I thought you were regretting it already.” You chuckled.

“As if! You’re stuck with me now, sorry.” You replied.

“Sorry? That’s like a dream come true, baby.” He placed a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“You’re making me blush so bad, Bin. I feel like a schoolgirl again.” You remarked. “Like when we met, I was so giggly and dumb.”

“Are you kidding? I could barely get a reaction from you at first! It took like ten minutes for you to laugh!” He disagreed.

“I couldn’t let my guard down that easily.” You said, he placed a kiss on your shoulder. “Bin?”

“Hm?”

“I love that we’re reminiscing and all. But I’m, like, super wet…”

“Oh!”

“Yeah…”

“Your wish is my command, darling.” He said, “To be fair. I’m hard as fuck, too.” You chuckled.

You stood up and extended your hand to him, he took it and stumbled as he stood up. You led him into your bedroom, not missing Alfred’s scrambling from inside your closet. Changbin sneezed as he walked by. Your heart fell a little bit, you can’t really imagine life without Changbin or Alfred. Could they eventually co-exist?

“Hey.” He said, looking at you. You stopped in front of your room to stare at the closet where Alfred spent most of his time at. “I know what you’re thinking. I don’t really like cats but, I’ll try super hard with him! I promise. Minho hyung taught me about exposure to reduce my allergies. I guess I’ll have to meet his cats when I’m away from here so I can build up my strength!”

“Thanks, Bin. That means a lot to me.” You said with a sigh of relief. “You’re really sweet.”

“Of course! I know you, you love him, so I’ll love him too. Even if I must get scratched and drink ten allergy pills every time I come here. You know I love a challenge.”

“Shhhh! You’ll make me cry.” 

“Okay, okay! Let’s get sexy again.”

You chuckled as he took the lead to open your room’s door. Your room was cozy, the bed was well made and adorned with different pillows. There were three bookcases filled with books of all types of genres. Changbin had never been in your room before, limiting his visits to your kitchen and living room. You had a rosemary odor eliminator that attempted to cover the old book smell that wasn’t too appealing to your own allergies. You crouched down to grab a book that, seemingly, Alfred knocked down. 

“Sorry in advance for the upcoming messes you’ll see. Alfred loves throwing things on the floor.” You said, he chuckled, smitten to be able to see such an intimate side of you. Your bedroom. You had a chair next to one of your bookshelves, a reading nook, he supposed. 

“C’mon! Did you ever visit the 3Racha dorm?” He asked. “My dorm is only presentable now because Hyunjin cares about aesthetics or whatever. You’ll have to come visit us soon. Hyunjin asks me about you every other day.”

You smiled. You loved the fact that Changbin was already planning for you to spend time with him back at his place. You had only been able to visit him a handful of times when he lived at his old dorm. You visited Changbin whenever his group had a concert or fanmeet in Korea. Nonetheless, the last two years of your grad school life wouldn’t let you see him. 

“Okay. I said sexy time, right? That’s not too sexy.” He remarked with a smirk. You chuckled. 

“Okay! Let’s concentrate. We can do this!” 

He laughed. You still wanted him, of course you did. But you were so enamored with the idea of starting a new relationship with someone you had liked for such a long time that it made the sex shift to a second place. You had a feeling that he was going through something similar. You laid down on your bed and he followed your suit. You shifted to your side and looked over at him. 

He leaned over to you and kissed you once again. You deepened the kiss and took your chance to tug at his shirt. He took it off, in silent agreement. You nearly drooled when you saw his bare chest. His muscles were defined, yet soft. His shoulders looked even broader with his shirt off, his pecks were big and defined. His abdomen was strong, with a trail of hair that led to his pants. 

“Like what you see?” He smirked, raising his eyebrows at you. You nodded, unable to come up with a snarky comment. “Can I?” He placed his hands on your own top. You nodded again. Changbin swiftly took your top off with your assistance. He gawked at how your breasts sat in your bra. 

“You’re staring.” You snarked. 

“How can I not? Have you any idea how much I’ve waited to see your boobs?” He said, making grabby hands at them. You chuckled and took his hands in yours, leading them to feel your breasts. His hands were warm and clammy against the skin that spilled from your bra. 

Your nipples were hard against the thin, silky fabric of your bra. You were sure that he could feel them, when he started caressing them specifically. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra. Changbin looked almost cross-eyed when he first saw your bare chest.

He took no time in leaning forward, capturing one of your hard buds in his mouth. You moaned at the feeling of his hot lips around your cold nipple. He moaned around your nipple, and you felt your wetness spread through your folds. Your panties were completely soaked when he reached to stimulate your other nipple, tugging it harshly.

You moaned at his touch. Your body felt ablaze against his touch. He leaned forward without separating from your breast. You laid on your back as he hovered above your figure. His free hand reached under your skirt to caress your inner thighs. 

His digits found their way to press against your wetness. His lips shifted from one of your breasts to the other, sucking dark marks into them. He slipped his calloused fingers into you, slow and softly. Your body melted into his touch, accepting the foreign feeling of his fingers inside of you. You moaned at the feeling, unable to suppress your moans. 

“Do you like that, darling? Am I making you feel good?” He praised, his voice was raspy and breathless. You responded with a gasp. His lips found yours and you, once again, moaned into the kiss. You felt him smile against you. Changbin quickened the pace that his fingers, slipping in and out of you. The stretch of his fingers inside of you made you moan hard. Changbin stopped and checked up on you. You gave him a thumbs up.

“B-Binnie, d-don’t stop, please. I’m so unbelievably close.” You pleaded; he didn’t move. He had a thoughtful expression.

“Sorry, baby.” He said as he slid his fingers out of you. “You’re only cumming around me tonight. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” Butterflies eroded in your stomach when you heard him. “Is that okay?” You nodded quickly, tugging at the waistband of his dark jeans. 

He obliged, undoing the button and zipper that held them together. You didn’t pay mind at his underwear as he slipped them off swiftly. He smirked at your reaction. You gawked at his dick; it was thick, veiny and very, painfully hard. Your fingers danced against it, and it twitched in response, leaking a generous amount of pre-cum. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue for him. He shook his head.

“I won’t last a second if I go there.” He said. Changbin reached over to his jeans and took out his wallet. “Ah, Y/N-nnie… I forgot, I kind of… gave my last condom to Jeongin-ah… as a joke.” He blushed. 

“Let me see if I have any.” You spoke. You turned over to dig inside your night table. “Shit. I gave the ones I had here to a friend because they were about to expire…”

“Fuck.”

“I mean…” You said as you slammed the drawer. “I’m clean and I drink birth control as a, uh, habitual thing…” 

“Are you suggesting that I go in raw?” He asked, you nodded.

“Only if you’re okay with it, of course.” You added. He stared at your pussy for a second, caressing its folds. 

“Okay, yeah. Fuck it. I’ll just pull out.” He said, grabbing his dick with his free hand. You laid back down. He positioned his dick against your sticky folds, dragging his angry head against your puffy clit. You whined at the feelings of his pre-cum on your own wetness.

“Baby. I want you inside.” You begged. “At least let me suck your cock.” He shook his head once again, instead positioning his hard member at your entrance. He gathered your wetness, not that he needed to.

He realized how truly drenched you were when he started sliding into you. Even with his impressive girth, his cock slipped in with ease and eagerness. You both groaned at the unexpected feeling. He bottommed out inside of you, the foreign feeling incited him to whisper sweet nothings in your ear in between kisses.

He took his sweet time to adjust to your tightness, you clenched your hips in order to feel some friction. He was holding his weight with his arms on each side your your head. Taking his time to enjoy your expressions as well, even forgetting that he has to thrust to feel maximum pleasure.

Changbin was never good at multi-tasking, but this time, he felt nirvana just by being inside of you. A feeling so strange, so lovely and so mesmerizing. He felt unable to move, he wanted to remain inside you for eternity. You squirmed underneath him and he, involuntarily, thrusted harshly. He earned a sweet, sultry moan from you. He was sure that listening to you moan is his favorite sound.

“B-bin. Please move, baby. I’m going to cum if you don’t.” You cried. He started thrusting, softly; he didn’t want to hurt you. Your head already felt fuzzy, full of Changbin. What a beautiful timeline, one that you and Changbin loved each other. You felt unbelievably close to him, the closest you’ve ever been to anyone in your life. 

“F-fuck, darling You’re taking me so well. You’re really soaked, my baby.” He panted against your ear, his hot breath made you shiver. “Have you been waiting for me for long?” It didn’t seem like a question to you, more like an affirmation to himself. “You’re my gorgeous angel. I’m never letting you go, you do know… fuck...” You moaned against his lips, capturing them in a heated kiss. You felt dizziness, knowing that your climax was impending. 

“B-bin. Binnie. Changbin.”

“Yeah.” He moaned. “Say my name, baby!”

“Binnie! I’m going to cum.”

“F-fuck! Me too. Can I cum inside you? I promise it’ll be the last time.”

You nodded fervently; the heat of the moment took the best of you. He thrusted deeper and faster, as he came over the edge, spilling thick, hot ropes of his seed in the depths of your core, of your soul.

You rubbed your clit, but feeling Changbin’s ardent cum inside you was more than enough to take you over the edge as well. You spasmed against him, your vision blurry and your orgasm lasting more than usual. Once you rode your orgasm, Changbin carefully slipped out of you and laid down next to you.

“Are you my girlfriend now, by the way?” He asked with a laugh, panting as he caught his breath. He looked at you expectantly. 

“Are you asking me?”

“I don’t know if it’s too soon, but yeah.”

“Hm...” You pondered. “If we didn’t know each other like we do, I think it would be too soon.”

He stayed silent.

“In other words: yeah, I’m your girlfriend.” You confirmed. He gave you a sheepish smirk.

“Han Jisung is not going to believe this.” He sang. You looked at him, confused. “He’s been wanting to ask you out for, like, ever.”

“Oh, nice. I know who I can go to if we break up, then.” You joked. He groaned. 

“Baby! That’s not funny at all!” He whined but laughed.

“I’m just kidding, Bin. Do you know who’s cum is inside me right now?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me or I’ll get hard again! What an artwork.” He said, pressing his head into your neck. “I have no self-control around you.” You snickered. 

“Trust me, me neither.”

“Ah, Y/N-nnie. I hope you don’t regret this.”

“I won’t.”

That was all the reassurance he needed. Changbin carried you to the bathroom and helped you wash up. He kissed you good night and prayed that what you had would last forever. He felt a sense of completion, like he needed to thank the universe for this moment. Changbin held you all night, though he could barely sleep. 

You woke up early in the morning, with an empty space beside you. You rubbed your eyes and hesitantly made your way out of the room. You could smell eggs and onions and rice. Changbin was serving an omelette with rice for you.

“Ah! wakey wakey, baby! I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed!” Changbin shouted. You smiled at him.

“This is even better.” You said, in all honestly. You noticed that Alfred was standing closer to Changbin today.

“Who would’ve known that feeding him would make him like me!” Changbin added. You chuckled.

“Binnie, I missed you too much.” You walked over him. 

He placed a kiss on your lips, softly, and you felt the universe. 

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BILLY HARGROVE X READER

You’re mine, you know that. Pt.3

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Part 4 out now!!

**SUMMARY - Reunited with Billy, you're happy to see him trying to control his anger and for a while, it seems like he's succeeding. However, you soon discover that Billy isn't truly controlling it at all, instead, he's diverting it elsewhere, and you're about to find out where that is. Angry Billy, Protective Billy.

**TRIGGER WARNINGS - Mentions of blood and cuts. Invasion of personal space between Jason and the reader. Violent anger outburst from Billy not directed at the reader. Mentions of past trauma. I think that’s all.

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Just a few precious days had passed since you and Billy had slowly pieced your relationship back together. The rejoining came after the second, rather harsh clash with Steve. The thought of parting ways with Billy had been a painful one, you never wanted to have to do that. But you also recognised he needed a reality check, a dark reminder of what he could lose if he continued to let his anger control him.

Since your heartfelt reunion, Billy had engaged in numerous deep conversations with you, desperately seeking for strategies to tame his inner demons. You of course offered your unconditional support which went without saying, though you came to the understanding that his possessive anger around other guys that lingered around you might be a battle he'd always struggle with. But eventually, you both gently agreed that he would focus on channeling his energy into managing his anger in other areas of life, as a start.

Billy hated the feeling of explosive anger, yet at the same time it served as a raw, emotional outlet for him.

He consented to this arrangement primarily to soothe your worries and bring you peace of mind and he was genuinely committed to making it work.

Billy had gone home last night to baby sit Max, she hated it and so did he. She was old enough to look after herself but Neil insisted Billy stayed. You could’ve gone over, but you didn’t , you respected Billy’s wishes of not wanting you anywhere near that house because of his father’s angry outbursts.

It was eleven thirty a.m in the morning, your eyes peeled open, a shiver running down your spine as you dove under the sheets to shield yourself from the coldness of the morning chill. You glanced over at the alarm clock that perched on your bedside table , the bedside table that now had a wonky drawer from Billy’s heavy hands. He’d been meaning to fix it, but every time he was with you, you both forgot about it and got lost in each other’s company.

“Shit!” (Y/N) huffed under her breath.

You'd overslept, a common occurrence since Billy started staying over and disrupting your once perfect sleep schedule, though you didn't mind, not when it meant being with him, it was a price you were willing to pay in exchange for his company.

The soft cotton of your white, daisy covered sheets whispered against your legs as you sat up on the edge of the bed, brushing them off to the side and rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms, trying to shake off the traces of sleep that remained stubborn on your eyes.

Until suddenly, your heart leaped into your throat as the roar of Billy's Camaro echoed down the street and into your drive.

Hopper, your father and also the chief of Hawkins police, had left hours ago, leaving the house blissfully empty.

You raced to the window, the broken frame resisting your efforts as you jammed it upward with a slight grunt. Another thing Billy had promised to fix. You placed your hands , palms down onto the windowsill and leaned out, the cool morning air an icy kiss that blushed your nose and cheeks with a vibrant red, along with the suns golden rays painting your skin with a gentle yet delicate warmth.

Billy emerged from the car, the slam of the door echoing on your quiet street and casually shifted his keys to the opposite hand with a jingle. He took a final, long, lingering drag on his cigarette, the cherry flaring to life , a swirling blend of molten red and a fiery orange that briefly illuminated his face.

“Hey stranger.” (Y/N) said, voice thick with sleep.

Billy looked up , his brows furrowing slightly and a deep wrinkle forming between them, to see your fragile figure perched on the windowsill and being swallowed by the folds of his baggy, oversized shirt. Your hair was hastily thrown into a messy bun , which was usually your go to.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke through a faint smile that started to play on his lips, casually leaning against his car with the right side of his upper arm taking his weight.

“You oughta be careful hanging out that thing.” He said with worry.

“Oh please, there’s literally a garage roof right underneath me, I’m fine.” (Y/N) reassured.

“Mhm, I brought your friend… Get out, shitbird.” Billy demanded.

Auburn hair spilled from the passenger side of Billy’s Camaro. It was Maxine, exiting the car smiling ear to ear, her excitement barely contained.

“Hey- oh, someone slept in.” Max giggled.

“Plans, remember? The mall.” She added, waving her hands expressively as she spoke.

“Yeah, right , Urm… Let me put some clothes on I’ll be right out.” (Y/N) blurted out in a hurry.

You whirled around and scrambled to throw on whatever clothes were within reach, fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers as you raced against the clock.

(Y/N) heard Billy’s voice distantly, rising in volume from outside of the window.

“Still wish you’d let me come with you (Y/N). It’s a Saturday , the mall will be packed.” Billy called out, his voice laced with concern.

You scoff playfully and paused. The sound of Maxine scolding Billy drifted in from outside of the window.

“You don’t even like the mall, you hate shopping, you just wanna know our secrets.” Maxine joked, playfully raising her eyebrows a few times, a smile dancing on her lips.

“What secrets.” Billy asks with confusion.

Maxine’s laughter mingled with yours, knowing she was teasing him, planting the seed of overthinking on the secrets you both share.

A tense silence hung in the air for a few seconds , before the familiar sound of scuffling and the scrape of boots broke the quiet.

Then a sudden shadow stretched long across the wall in front of you, prompting you make a sharp turn where you were now faced with Billy.

He’d once again, made the dangerous decision to climb your garage roof and stumble up to your bedroom window.

“You sure you don’t want me to come (Y/N)? I can-“

Billy’s words trailed off, his eyes snagged by the sight of the dress you had laid out, a pink mini ruffle dress which he knew hugged your figure so perfectly , his angry gaze lingered for a moment until he quickly shifted the conversation.

“Are you fucking crazy? Put that shit back. Now. Jesus , if I can’t come to watch over you , you sure as shit ain’t wearing that.” He demands, an edge of concern sharpening in his tone.

You giggled, reaching for another option, only to be met with a blunt 'nope' each time you presented something new.

“Billy, come on you’re being ridiculous now.” You chuckled. “I’m wearing this and I don’t want to hear anything more about it.” (Y/N) huffed while holding up another dress.

Billy bursts through your window in a flash of reckless energy, landing with a thud that rattles the glass. Before you can even blink, he's shifted to pin you against your wardrobe, a mischievous glint in his eyes which sparkled with a playful challenge.

“You wanna try that again, sweetheart?.” He asks, his voice a low rumble. “Because next time, I might not be so gentle.” He teased.

You smiled, a slow, genuine curve of your lips and looked up at him through your lashes with wide, doe like eyes. The innocent, trusting gaze washed over him, filling his chest with a sense of awe and protectiveness so deep it stole his breath.

The feeling you gave his body just by looking at him was incredible, an electric hum that vibrated beneath his skin, something so warm and overwhelming that no human language could ever fully capture its power.

“Fine.” (Y/N) whispers, along with a smile and a playful eye roll.

He presses a soft, warm kiss to your head and just in that moment, you both hear a loud, impatient voice piercing through the window.

“Are you guys done in there? God, I feel like I’ve been stood here for a lifetime, pleaseee , hurry up!” Max groaned.

You gave Billy a playful push to the chest before he climbed back out of your window, the familiar creek of the frame seemed to punctuate the end of your private moment.

Turning back to the mirror, you finished getting ready, pulling on your tight blue denim shorts that felt snug against your skin followed by tugging the white strappy tank top down, adjusting it so that the soft cotton settled just below your belly button. A slither of skin peeked out between the hem of the top and the waistband of your shorts, a subtle flash of bareness that caught the light with every move you made. Finally, you reached out for Billy’s denim jacket, a piece you always completed your look with, slowly rolling up the sleeves after throwing it over your exposed shoulders.

The jacket faintly smelt of him, a mix of his cheap cologne, cigarettes and a slight hint of booze, all though, the smell had started to fade after the amount of times you had worn it.

You inhaled deeply, a small smile playing on your lips.

For some reason, you’d adopted his white tank top, denim on denim look for yourself, you lived for the crazy combination.

You rushed to the bathroom, the minty scent of toothpaste filled the air as you brushed your pearly whites, the bristles rough against your gums. You splashed cool water on your face feeling the last vestiges of sleep wash away. You then brought your hair into a half up, half down style, leaving a few strands to frame your face as you always do. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed you didn’t need any makeup, you hated the stuff and Billy loved that about you. He admired your natural beauty.

You rushed down the stairs, the wooden steps creaking softly under the soft, grey carpet beneath the soles your feet. Your hair swayed with each step, the loose strands tickling your neck as you moved.

At the bottom, you grabbed your white Converse shoes and slipped them onto your feet, the worn soles molding comfortably to your arches. With quick, practiced movements, you laced them up, pulling the laces just tight enough for a snug fit.

The keys hung on a small hook by the door, jingling softly as you plucked them off. You swung the door open, letting in a rush of crisp, morning air that carried the scent of freshly cut grass and stepped outside, before pivoting rapidly to close the door behind you. You turned the lock with a satisfying click, securing the house and with a snap of your head, you turned to face the red head and your boyfriend.

“Ready?.” (Y/N) exhaled, catching her breath.

Maxine gave you a knowing look, her head tilted slightly, her eyebrows raised and a slight smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“I was born ready.” She stated.

“Oh, okay, I guess it’s ignore your boyfriend and wear whatever the hell you want day.” Billy said with frustration while opening the drivers side door to his Camaro.

You ignored the snide comment and proceeded to enter the deathtrap your boyfriend called a car.

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After twenty minutes of Billy's reckless driving, topped off by Max's off key singing and your uncontrollable giggles, the parking lot of Starcourt mall finally came into view. Excitement bubbled through you and Max, a shared feeling that made your skin tingle.

Billy slowed the Camaro, its engine rumbling like a caged beast as he pulled up out the front of the mall.

“You sure you don't want me to tag along?" He asked, his voice laced with concern. "Won't even notice I'm there." He added, his eyes darting between you and Max as he puffed on his cigarette that was clamped between his thumb and index finger nervously.

“Billy!" Max exclaimed through gritted teeth and hint of annoyance in her tone.

“We’re fine Billy, I’m fine, trust me. Go work out or something, see you in a couple hours?" (Y/N) questioned, trying to reassure him with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Billy responded, his voice coated with a subtle anger, a clear indication of his desire to watch over you.

A soft ‘I love you’ escaped your lips, trying to soothe his unspoken worries.

“Yeah, I love you too sweetheart.” He sighed, the fight draining out of him.

He wished you'd let go of the self reliant act, just once and allow him to take care of you. But you wouldn't, your independent spirit burned as fiercely as his own stubborn nature.

Billy sped off, his Camaro left a dark, hot tire mark etched onto the sun baked concrete beneath you, the scent of burning rubber floating in the air.

You and Max exchanged a knowing glance, a silent agreement passing between you and wide grins spreading across your faces.

“Let’s go!” Max said in excitement, grabbing your hand and pulling you deeper into the mall.

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An hour and thirty minutes had slipped by, the weight of the plastic shopping bags squeezed at your fingertips. A mutual craving for something sweet sparked between you and Max and Scoops A-hoy, with its charm and promise of frozen delights, called you and Max closer.

You hurried over and quickly found a booth.

Steve was behind the counter, working his usual shift, scooping and serving ice cream with practiced ease.

You and Max swapped a discrete glance, a silent understanding passing between you to keep your distance.

The remains of Tommy H's party still lingered on Steve's face , the fading bruises now just a subtle yellowish colour against his cheekbone, a reminder of a night best left in the past.

Max called Robin over and ordered a towering banana split, a combination of flavors you personally hated. You, on the other hand, stuck to your classic, vanilla ice cream, topped with a generous helping of cherries and a shower of colourful sprinkles.

Steve brought over your order. He handed you your cone and winked as he placed a small box of extra cherry’s on your table, a small way of saying, ‘I'm not mad at you’. You smiled back at Steve with nerves surging through your body and took a bite from your ice cream cone.

You and Max devoured your sweet treats, the cold ice cream a welcome respite from the sudden wave of heat that entered Hawkins.

As you were about to stand, a sudden collision sent you tumbling back into your seat, your shopping bags scattering across the floor. A familiar voice apologised.

Jason Carver.

Someone your boyfriend hated with a passion, you and Max both knew that.

He quickly gathered your belongings and placed them back onto the table. He then slid into the seat beside you, his presence immediately altering the atmosphere. Max shot you a confused look, her eyebrows raised in question as you sunk deeper into your seat. Jason mirrored your movement, closing the gap between you.

“Hey, (Y/N), didn't expect to see you here." He adds, placing a hand to your knee.

You glanced at max, a worried expression on your face and gently pushed his hand away from you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you uh- where’s Billy, he not around?” Jason questioned.

“He’ll be here soon”. (Y/N) replied, giving an awkward smile.

Billy wasn’t due to pick you and Maxine up for another twelve minutes, but each tick of the clock felt like an eternity as you were stuck with Jason Carver.

You shot a desperate glance at the clock, silently begging for Billy to arrive and rescue you.

Steve, was observing the situation, he caught your distress and fixed Jason with a harsh glare. He might not be able to take on your boyfriend, but he sure as hell could take Jason Carver.

It had been over fifteen excruciating minutes of you and Max awkwardly enduring Jason's one sided conversation. His long standing crush on you was no secret, but there was always something about him that felt… unsettling.

Finally, Max swooped in, a welcome distraction that saved you from the painful conversation that had your ears burning with impatience.

“We best get going, Billy should be here any minute.” She adds , a subtle warning to her tone in an attempt to intimidate Jason.

“Yeah, let’s go.” (Y/N) agreed.

Jason unfolded himself from the booth, a smirk playing on his lips as he gestured for you to pass.

As you squeezed past him, he seized the opportunity, spinning you around with unexpected force. His arm slithered around your back, trapping you against him, while his other hand cupped your face, his fingers tightening slightly as if to assert control. He dipped his head, his eyes locking onto yours and leaned in for a kiss you definitely didn’t want. Jason had clearly read all the signs wrong.

The air crackled with tension, but before his lips could make contact, Steve, in a state of fury, propelled himself over the counter, wood splintering under his weight. He crashed into Jason with a brutal force, yanking him away from you with a deathly snarl. Steve rained down a violent series of blows on Jason's face, each punch a raw expression of his protective rage. He pushes Jason to the floor and turns to face you.

“Are you okay.” Steve asks , voice riddled with concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay I just, I didn’t expect him to do that.” (Y/N) said in shock.

Jason had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move for quite some time now. With Billy gone, he saw his chance, foolishly believing he could charm his way into your heart. He fantasized about winning you over, about you falling head over heels for him.

Never. Not in this lifetime, or in any for that matter. Your heart belonged to Billy.

“Thanks Steve.” (Y/N) said with a smile, Steve returning one back.

You and Max burst out of Scoops A-hoy, a flurry of hurried steps echoing through the mall as you barreled through the doors. There, leaning against his Camaro, was Billy. He was smoking a cigarette, a wall of frustration swirling around his head.

“You’re late again. Do you know how long I’ve been parked here? Twenty minutes, Jesus, get in.” He grumbled, throwing away the cigarette with unnecessary force.

Billy sighed and threw his arms open for you to climb into , feeling guilty at his previous choice of words.

You approached him and he pulled you into a hug, but a sharp twinge shot through your back, a painful reminder of the mark Jason had left. It throbbed.

Jason hadn't meant to hurt you, but his hands shouldn't have been on you at all, let alone attempting a kiss. Inflicting pain was never part of his plan to win you over.

A flicker of concern crossed Billy's face and you shot a silent plea at Max, begging her to keep quiet.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Billy asked, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

"Yeah, just missed you.” (Y/N) replied, forcing a smile.

Max gagged.

“Get a room.” She demanded, breaking the tension with a playful eye roll.

He latched onto your lips and swirled his tongue around your mouth , your fingers raking through the loose curls of his mullet as he does it. He soon pulls away and presses a final , soft kiss to your lips that were now a darker shade of pink from the pressure of Billy’s kiss.

“I missed you too baby, i told you, you should’ve let me come with you.” He said proudly.

Billy opened the passenger door for you, Max already scrambling into the back, she pulled the seat back towards her and you sank into the leather, a sigh escaping your lips.

Seconds later Billy slid in beside you roaring the Camaro to life and speeding out of the malls parking lot with screeching tyres.

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Back at home, the house felt empty without your father, Hopper. He was used to working late, but his absence always hung in the air. You invited Billy and Maxine inside, hoping to fill the silence. They strongly agreed and made their way inside, trailing behind you.

The three of you gathered in the kitchen, Billy’s stomach rumbled as he declared his hunger with a grin.

You playfully rolled your eyes and without hesitation, you turned to the task of feeding him, rummaging through the pantry.

As you reached high into the cupboard for a bag of chips, his denim jacket had risen up with your movements, exposing the angry red handprint that marked the skin of your lower back.

Billy's eyes widened, his appetite now completely gone and his playful nature instantly exiting the room and instead, filling it with a burning rage.

“What. The fuck. Is that?.” Billy questioned through heavy breaths while deepening the bass in his voice.

You didn’t hear him right away, so you continued to rummage through the pantry.

“Hey!” He shouts.

You snap your head and turn to face him.

“What?” (Y/N) asked with a worried look painting across her face.

Billy pushed himself away from the counter, he moved with a sudden urgency, closing the distance between you both in a heartbeat. His hands, large and strong, gripped your waist, fingers digging in slightly as he spun you around In a swift, almost frantic motion. He lifted the back of his denim jacket away from your delicate skin and repeated his question.

“I said what the fuck, is that.” He repeated, pointing at the mark on your lower back, keeping his gaze on yours with it burning into the back of your skull, his blood boiling to even higher temperatures.

“Oh it’s nothing I-“

Billy cut you off.

“Nothing? That doesn’t look like nothing to me, who the fuck did this to you? when did this happen?” He questioned with a glaze of fury burning over his eyes.

“It was at the mall, me and Maxine were eating ice cream at Scoops A-hoy and-“

Billy cut you off for the second time.

“Steve fucking Harrington, he’s a dead ma-“

Billy didn’t get to finish, this time you cut him off, your impatience growing with his continued failure to listen.

“No, god this is why we argue, you don’t listen. Steve was working there, yes. But Steve didn’t do this, he helped me.” (Y/N) started, rubbing the sweaty palms of her hands down her face as she takes in a deep breath and exhales sharply.

“We were about to leave and Jason Carver ended up sitting right next to me, blocking me in, he spoke to us for like way over fifteen minutes, our ears could barely take anymore so Max told him we were leaving and he got up to let us go, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back around and he tried to kiss me, the handprint was a pure accident, he just tried to keep me from falling because he turned me too fast. Steve jumped over the counter and beat his ass. It’s done, leave it Billy, please.” (Y/N) pleaded.

“Jason fucking Carver. If it’s not one rat it’s the other. First Steve and now Jason. I’m going to kill that son of a-“

Billy’s sentence was cut short for the final time.

“Billy! You promised. Are you really going to do this again, after what happened last time?” (Y/N) questioned, her brows knitting together slightly.

Remembering that he had promised he’d find new ways to control his anger, he gritted his teeth, eyes still wide and let go of you.

“Fine. I’ll be back, I’m gonna take a walk.” He huffed.

Billy had left his pack of crumpled cigarettes behind, which was strange considering he never went anywhere without them, especially when he needed to calm his nerves.

You glanced at Max, a knot of unease tightening in your stomach. It was getting late, so you offered her a place to stay, leading her to the spare bedroom and getting her settled in. But even as you fluffed pillows and made small talk, the anxiety continued to churn within you.

You hurried back downstairs, hoping to find Billy, but he was still nowhere to be seen. Just as your worry began to escalate, your father, Hopper , had arrived home, his presence a familiar comfort as he greeted you with a tired smile.

“Hey kid, you okay.” He asks softly.

“Yeah dad , thanks, urm- did you see Billy on your way down here ?” (Y/N) questioning her father nervously, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Uhhh nope. But his car is parked in my driveway and I had to park my truck out on the street, so that situation needs to be solved… immediately, I mean who does he think he I-“ Your father paused, noticing the worried look that glazed over your (Y/E/C) eyes. “Everything okay, he’s not causing you any trouble?” Your father asked with concern coating his voice.

Your father never approved of Billy, not really. It wasn't just overprotectiveness, though there was plenty of that, it was the instinctive urge to keep any male from even breathing the same air as his daughter. He knew Billy looked after you, and he appreciated that, not that he wanted to. But your father needed to assert his dominance, to make it clear he could protect you too. The problem was Billy.

Billy, had this infuriating way of making everyone else feel small, like -he- was the only one capable of keeping you safe. And that, more than anything, grated on your father.

“No, no. I’m gonna go and look for him, it’s been a while. Urm- Maxine is sleeping in the spare room, I said she could spend the night, we were at the mall all day, I love you, dad, I’ll be back soon.” (Y/N) said , slamming the door on her way out leaving no room for a response.

You paced the street, your eyes scanning for any sign of Billy, the same knot of worry tightening, but this time in your chest. A faint idea of where he might be tugged at your thoughts.

Billy lived just two streets over, practically behind your house, yet he always drove, a fact you'd never questioned.

But now, the reason seemed glaringly obvious. You clung to the hope that he was home, doing exactly what he promised, controlling his anger. A surge of pride washed over you at the thought of him resisting the urge to drive to Jason Carver's house and unleash his fury.

Driven by a mix of anxiety and determination, you decided to take the daring walk to the place Billy refused to call home. He had always been adamant about keeping you away and you had never crossed its threshold, despite knowing its location.

He couldn't bear the thought of exposing you to his father, Neil and his abusive nature, even when his father wasn't there. Billy didn't trust that Neil wouldn't forget something and unexpectedly return, finding you in his home and unleashing his uncontrollable temper. He desperately wanted to shield you from that side of his life, the ugliness and the potential of harm. And so far, he’d done a great job of doing so.

The walk had stretched into what felt like an eternity, but finally, you arrived, looking up at the horror house stood before your very eyes.

Muffled thuds echoed from within, making you reluctant to intrude.

You knew Neil was out for the evening with Susan, yet the nagging possibility of his early return lingered in your mind.

Unable to identify the source of the unsettling noises, you proceeded to walk up the very few steps to the front door, one foot in front of the other.

Upon arrival, you lifted your fist, skin still tingling from the late nights chill and paused, hovering in anticipation of a knock, but you reconsidered, deeming it pointless.

Neil’s car was noticeably absent, confirming your suspicion that the sounds that pulsed from the inside were more than likely, Billy.

You bit the bullet and turned the handle, pushing the door inward and stepping into the unknown, utterly unprepared for the scene that awaited you.

Creeping down the hallway, each step measured and silent, you froze as Billy's voice roared through the house.

It was a sound you'd never heard from him before, raw and full of hatred, laced with a pain that made your blood run cold.

Dread swirled in your stomach as you imagined what could be happening. Every instinct screamed at you to turn back, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he needed you.

“Fuckkkk, ahhh.” Billy shouted at the top of his lungs. “Stupid - fucking - ahhh!!” He shouted again, this time louder than the last.

The smash that came next was deafening.

You peeked around his bedroom door, eyes wide, and froze still. It was like a monster had taken over Billy.

The bed was completely flipped on its side, the bedside table that once stood tall, now splintered on the floor, its contents scattered with it and glass from the mirror he'd just shattered, glittered on the carpet.

Billy was stood in the corner of his bedroom, repeatedly punching the wardrobe before him, one door already ripped off its hinges.

You stood there, paralyzed, trying to process the scene.

"Billy?" You whispered, your voice barely audible.

But he didn’t hear. You tried again, louder this time, but he was still lost in his rage.

Summoning every ounce of courage, you reached out and grabbed his arm, trying to stop him from throwing another punch.

He lashed out, his elbow launching you across the room, sending shards of glass slicing into your skin as you landed on the floor.

You quickly stood up, as fast as you could, fear jolting through your veins.

Billy pivoted, closing the distance between you in a single stride with it pushing you back and slammed his fist into the wall , just inches from your head.

You glared up at him, trapped.

His fist remained embedded in the wall for a few , harsh moments, his eyes widening in shock as he finally registered who you were.

He pulled his hand back, his breath coming in ragged gasps and his gaze locking onto yours, searching for some sign that any of this was real.

“(Y-) (Y/N)”. He stutters.

You stared at him, shoulders hunched so high they nearly touched your ears, the panic still a live wire beneath your skin. You knew he hadn't recognized you, knew he would never intentionally hurt you, but his actions had shattered something inside.

Flashbacks from your past crashed over you, each one a painful stab as your body betrayed you with a violent trigger. Both hands were clenched into tight fists, nails digging into your palms, pressing yourself against the wall of Billy's bedroom, trying to disappear into the shadows.

"What the fuck are you doing here, (Y/N)? Why did you come her- shit... what did I do? What did I do?" Billy's voice slowed into a ragged whisper, his eyes wide and unfocused, swimming with tears.

Confusion twisted his features as he struggled to piece together the missing moments.

He could barely grasp what had just happened, only the lingering heat of his anger remained.

Then it hit him, like a tone of bricks all at once.

Billy's head snapped down to the left, his gaze falling on the shattered glass of his mirror, the blood blooming like dark flowers on the shards.

The memory flooded back and his expression shifted from shock to a horrified concern. He reached for your face with shaky hands and you flinched at his touch.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I- I fucked up, im sorry, fuck , what have I done.” Billy cried in a state of panic.

He lets go of your face and quickly kicked the underside of his bed with a sharp, violent blow, hard enough to rattle the entire frame.

“Fuck!” He roared.

He whirled back around to you and gently pulled your hands up , his eyes scanning your recent injury’s , his face crumpled with a mixture of guilt and fear as he took in the vibrations of your hands, the visible evidence of his outburst.

“Fuck (Y/N) I didn’t know it was you I sware i would never fucking hurt you, you know that right, you know that, I’m so sorry baby, I am so, so fucking sorry.” Billy choked out with tears welling in his eyes.

He cupped your face for a second time, this time holding it there as a gesture of apology and placing a kiss to your forehead. He pulled you forwards, attempting to peel you away from the wall that held you captive.

“You’re okay, you’re okay , come here.” He whispered. Pulling you into a tight embrace.

He cradled your head , burying it against the solid wall of his chest, with his other hand a firm anchor against the upper part of your back.

You snapped back into reality, gasping for air in a choked sob, the silence broke. Tears streamed down your face, a painful wave of emotions unleashed. Billy cried with you, his own tears silent, a mirror of your pain he desperately wished he could erase.

“I’m sorry , I’m here, I’m so fucking sorry please , god , please forgive me I’m so, so sorry, my sweet girl, i’d never hurt you, okay, I’d never hurt you, you know that, come on.” He sighed , whole body shaking with a mixture of rage and shock.

“Billy, what is going on.” (Y/N) muffled against his chest.

He took a deep breath in, before an attempt at explaining himself.

“I tried , I tried to control my anger for you and I couldn’t do it, so I figured if I took myself away so you didn’t have to see it, you’d be better off , you know, I- God I could kill him. If I was there and you had just let me come with you this never would’ve fucking happened. He’s not getting away with this , not a chance , leaving a mark, a handprint, on my girl, no! I need you to understand that for me baby, okay? I need you to understand that I can’t keep making these promises anymore, it never works. I won’t let people hurt you and I need you to stop pretending like you can take care of yourself, look what happens to you. It’s my job to do that and I’m failing by letting you walk away every time. Let me do my job and stop asking me not to fight. Yes, okay, I promise , like already did before that I’ll find new ways to control my anger and I’ll try to fight less but when it comes to you baby, YOU. I can’t and I won’t, I will destroy anyone , you hear me, anyone, that thinks they can even breathe the same air as you, let alone lay a finger on you, do you understand me?” Billy questions after blurting out as much of an explanation as he could.

You give him a nod, shame burning in your cheeks and a stammer of an apology for making him so angry. He immediately cups your face, his thumbs gently wiping away your tears.

“Hey.” He says softly. “None of this is your fault, okay? Not even a little bit.” He adds with reassurance.

“Billy, your hands.” (Y/N) says, voice laced with worry.

Even though he knew your hands were cut and torn from the glass that scattered across the floor, he couldn’t believe you were more concerned for his than your own.

*Why?*

The question hammered in his mind. He didn’t understand why you cared for him more than yourself, or even cared for him at all. He didn’t believe he was worthy of your love and the realization suddenly twisted in his gut.

“Don't.” He says roughly, pulling his hands away.

“Don't waste your concern on me, this is my fault, let’s get you cleaned up and out of here.” He adds, holding your hands in his firm ones and guiding you to the bathroom.

You quickly pulled away from his firm grip.

“No, your knuckles are bleeding, we need to-“

Billy stopped you from speaking.

“(Y/N) stop.” He insisted, the hallway falling silent, with only the echo of Billy’s demand left behind.

“You’re always doing what’s best for me, let me do what’s best for you, please for the love of god just let me do my job, I love you and you’re hurt and you’re hurt because of me, I need to fix this.” He added painfully with raw emotions stabbing at his chest.

Billy silently led you to the bathroom, his touch gentle as he cleaned and bandaged your wounds.

Once he was done, you returned the favour.

You settled onto the cool tile floor and nestled between Billy's legs with his arms a comforting embrace around you. Regret hung heavy in the air, unspoken apologies filling the space. He longed to protect you, yet felt like he was constantly failing.

After a long, quiet half an hour, Billy stood tall, pulling you up with him.

“Let's get you home.” He murmured, concern washing over his face.

“Your dad will be worried, and mine… well, not so much but he could decide to come home whenever he pleases. I need to get you out of here." He added.

Billy scooped you up without struggle, your legs wrapped tight around his waist and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, arms loosely draped over his shoulders, as he carried you towards the front door.

“Billy, What about your room? Won’t you get in trouble.” (Y/N) asked with a concerned tone.

“Don’t care right now.” He stated.

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The walk home blurred by, a hazy mix of sleep and Billy's comforting presence.

He climbed the garage roof with a surprising strength, carefully carrying you up with him and entering through your bedroom window and gently laying you on your bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin.

You later learned that Max had cleverly covered for you, telling your father that you would’ve found Billy and that she'd let you in when you arrived home.

Billy lingered for a moment, watching you laying there peacefully, before attempting to quietly slip away.

“Stay… please.” (Y/N) pleaded.

You both yearned for the comfort of each other’s arms, so Billy didn’t refuse.

“You sure?” He questioned, looking at you through heavy eyelids.

“Yes, get in.” (Y/N) said , her voice still thick in sleep.

You pulled back the covers, inviting Billy to join you.

He quickly stripped down to his shorts and slipped into bed beside you. He held you close, his voice a low murmur of repeated apologies. You gently hushed him, knowing his remorse was genuine and with that he pulled you even closer, his fingers softly playing with your hair.

He hoped the familiar, soothing rhythm would lull you into a deep sleep, but then he heard you mutter a few words.

“I love you, Billy. Don’t beat yourself up, okay? I know you’d never hurt me, it’s okay.” (Y/N) reassured.

“I love you too sweetheart, I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, god I love you so much.” He whispered into your hair.

“Let’s get some sleep, we’ll go over to your place tomorrow a clean up the mess.” (Y/N) insisted.

“No! You’re not-“

You cut Billy’s words short.

“Yes, I am. I want to help, you wanted to do your job so let me do mine, if your father comes home I’ll leave through the window, okay?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Fine.” Billy huffed.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” He added.

“Goodnight Billy, I love you.” (Y/N) murmured almost silently.

“I love you too baby.” Billy said while taking in a deep breath , cuddling deeper into you. “So much.”

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hey love, i hope this arrives in one piece and nothing is cut off, as i am not sure anymore how much i can write in a tumblr ask. just to be sure, my message ends with a ":)"

i'm a larrie since 2013, but went on a work-related tumblr break in 2018 (i work in the music industry). i returned to tumblr last week, amidst deep shared grief 💔 to find solace in community. as i tried to cheer myself up by going through my favorite blogs (like yours, it's so wonderful) and trying to catch up -especially about Harry&Louis things that i missed in the last years-, i found the posts really feel like little nuggets of joy and i'm so grateful for that. so i decided i finally want to add to it, now that my industry commitments have downsized significantly. i haven't shared this in almost a decade (never online anyway) and it's not big news or anything, but whenever i remember it, it just makes my heart glow. so, one of my closest work-friends in the industry back in the days (and i'll use neutral pronouns to protect them) did two tours with them in 🦘 in 2013 and 2015. our shared work ethics and also contracts obviously forbade us both from sharing almost all of what was seen or heard (concerning the artists' personal business), but my friend knew i firmly believed Harry and Louis to be together, just closeted (and we both knew this sadly was very common in music or the film industry; meaning mgmt iron-closeting non-straight male artists was completely and automatically still considered The Norm back then, especially with male artists doing these kinds of numbers and having that large of a young fanbase). i never indulged in my reasons or theories, because i felt like i had a professional reputation to uphold and also with me being queer and in the closet as well, it felt too personal to discuss, back then. during the first tour in 2013, we didn't text much, they just said the band was all very friendly and crew was professional, they seemed "like family". the schedule was "brutal". and security constantly needed to be "tightened", due to invasive people trying to steal or replicate tour passes. i didn't ask my friend about Harry and Louis specifically --but admittedly we also weren't that close of friends at that point. during the second tour in 2015, we were though, and only a few days in, they out of the blue texted something that made me smile so wide, i honestly think my cheeks are hurting to this day. :D i quote: "hey so those two louis and h. can't tell you more but you weren't wrong!!!" i replied with ":DDDDDDD" (honestly felt like sending a million heart emojis instead) and about an hour later they sent "every here knows too!!!" and a correction: "everyone" and to this day, almost 10 years later, I keep these imessages saved, because it made me so happy. and i hope that sharing my time-capsuled precious memory will make someone else happy, too. their love is truly something so special. oh, and one of the two was really unlucky at the pokies (slot machines) and quite a sore loser, haha. I always guessed it was Louis, but I don't know. :)

🥹 Oh, we really needed some happiness around here. Bless you for sharing this.

Also, I tend to agree with you that it was Louis on the slot machines. LMAO!

[chexxycheol]

Chapter 9. To Your Arms || 13 Forget-Me-Nots

❀ Seventeen x Reader

title 13 Forget-Me-Nots or 13 Eternal Loves

synopsis You couldn't wait for your 20th birthday to finally reveal the one person you'd spend the rest of your life with. Well the 13 people you'd spend the rest of your life with. Or that story where reader has 13 soulmates, who happen to be idol group seventeen

genre Fluff, Angst, Romance

tags Soulmate!au, Idol! Seventeen x Non-idol! Reader, OT13 x Reader, Seventeen x Reader.

warnings Anxiety, Mature language, Inconsistent upload schedule, Reader is gender neutral but sometimes certain depictions lean feminine.

⚘ author constructive criticism is welcomed and my asks are open for feedback! this story is a work of fiction and should be separated from reality. thank you and enjoy!

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THIS WAS POSTED BY ACCIDENT INSTEAD OF ME POSTING IT TMR.. enjoy the early chapter yall ＼(_ _)

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After eating everyone was now lounging near the couches after cleaning up. Dino suggested that we all do something fun. You didn’t know what that entailed but knew that you didn’t want this day to end, quickly glancing down at your phone and checking the time seeing it was only early evening.

You looked towards the rest, and they all looked at you for your response, to which you nodded with a smile. Suddenly everyone was talking over each other, you scooted closer to Wonwoo who was relatively quiet, and leaned closer to talk with him.

“Is this normal?” You whispered quietly to Wonwoo, he smiled at you and put his arm on the back of the couch behind you, the gesture itself made you lean closer to him and put your head on his shoulder before he replied “Yes, Welcome to chaos tiny” He chuckled and you laughed quietly before yawning and suddenly feeling exhausted.

“Wake me up when everyone decides? I can sleep through them deciding no matter how loud it is” Wonwoo laughed and agreed to wake you up.

Wonwoo felt his heart beating at a million miles an hour the moment you laid your head on his shoulder, he had the biggest shit-eating grin when you leaned into him once he put his arm behind you. He knew it would take a while before the others noticed you were asleep but he was happy with how everything was playing out currently.

They kept going on about places to take you, before Wonwoo started feeling sleepy and rested his head on yours and fell asleep with you. It wasn’t until Jun had looked at Wonwoo and you noticing the both of you asleep, he swatted the two loudest being Hoshi and Seungkwan in the back of their heads and pointed to you and Wonwoo. 

Everyone else looked towards you both with smiles on their faces but feeling a little jealous that you were cuddled up with Wonwoo, whatever they had planned now could wait. They dimmed the lights of the practice room, and all decided to try and get comfy around the couches, some immediately fell asleep while others just went on their phones.

Sooner though they all had fallen asleep, Seungkwan and Mingyu helped you and Wonwoo adjust so you both could be comfier before lying down on the floor in front of you, but before Seungkwan could fall asleep he grabbed his phone out and snapped a selfie with everyone in the background asleep and took a photo of everyone asleep before pocketing his phone and deciding to lay on Jeonghan’s arm that was extended out.

Jeonghan woke up first, looking around at everyone still asleep then his eyes landing on you now awake, sitting up, and on your phone with anger in your eyes. You saw Jeonghan from the corner of your eye and put your phone down smiling at him, trying to mask your emotions.

He knew something was wrong, he replaced the arm Seungkwan was using with his jacket before getting up and making his way towards you, he offered you a hand to get up and you took it.

He led you out of the dark practice room, still holding your hand, towards Woozi’s studio where he could get privacy.

As you walked through the halls, Jeonghan made sure they were empty before quickly pulling you toward the studio room. Once approaching he entered a code and pulled you in, sitting you on the couch. You looked around the room taking it all in, it was a good size and fit the vibe Woozi gave off.

“What’s wrong Angel?” Jeonghan asked with worry, he didn’t want to pry if you didn’t want to talk about it but figured he’d let you if you trusted him to talk. You looked at him nervously because what you found out might hurt Mingyu and Changbin’s friendship.

Jeonghan saw your hesitation and got scared that he made you uncomfortable with the sudden nickname “I’m sorry if calling you Angel was too far, I should’ve asked first”

“No no, it’s okay! I don’t mind it. Wonwoo called me tiny earlier” You put your hand on his to quickly reassure him that you didn’t mind. Letting out a sigh before beginning to talk.

“Felix had texted me before you woke up, he said he found out that Chris and Changbin knew that we were all soulmates. I don’t want to ruin Changbin and Mingyu’s friendship but I’m upset that they both knew and didn’t tell us earlier” Jeonghan was shocked, staring at you now. 

He didn’t know what to make of this information, He was rightfully upset as were you, and he didn’t know how to approach this now.

“Do you know how they know?” Jeonghan’s voice was eerily calm and you couldn’t read his emotion.

“I was going to call Felix and find out” The older man nodded and looked at you “Do you want me to be here when you call him, or give you privacy?”

“Please stay, just don’t say anything, I’ll put it on speaker. Though Felix and I often switch from Korean to English” You grabbed your phone from your pocket and opened it to your call log, your hands were shaking nervously before hitting the call button. Jeonghan wrapped his arm around your shoulder to offer you comfort when he saw your hands shaking.

The ringing emitting from your phone sounded like it went on forever until you heard Felix answer, his deep voice coming through the phone quickly.

“Hello?” He sounded tired, worry began to rise in your stomach. You knew that you had to talk about this with him, but you didn’t want to cause an argument or tension between his and his members.

“Tell me everything, start to finish” You cut right to the chase. How could they hold such information from you?

“Chris said that he and Bambam were drinking, Bambam got too drunk and started spilling everything, he knew cause Mingyu told him” Felix paused before continuing “Changbin only found out the day you were flying in, he saw Mingyu’s soul mark at the gym then saw yours at dinner, then Chris told him. Changbin wanted to tell you then and there, hell we wanted to tell Mingyu as well and call him the same night” 

"Chris told Changbin not to tell you or me, I'm upset with Chris and Changbin but mostly Chris right now" Felix finished his story. You were now upset at Chris and Changbin, mostly Chris because he knew, though you didn’t know how long he knew.

“Thank you for telling me, I’m sorry if this has now caused an issue with your group” You said looking at Jeonghan who was on his phone texting someone.

“Don’t worry about it, we’re all divided on the situation but Chris and Changbin would like to talk to you. Mostly Chris” You heard a door open on Felix’s end of the phone and talking to whoever had walked into where he was.

“Let me know though, I have to go. You can tell your soulmates but I know they more than likely won’t take it well” You laughed dryly before looking at Jeonghan who was glaring daggers at your phone.

“I’ll let you know before I leave thank you for telling me. See you soon Lix” You hang up the phone and let out a sigh and turned to the older man sitting next to you.

He looked at you and before he could process anything or say anything, you quickly threw yourself into his arms trying to hold yourself together. He held you with one hand on your back and the other behind your head. You pulled away slightly to look at him

“It’s okay, do you want to let the others know?” He asked, Minghao had texted him letting him know that some of the others were awake and wondering where you both went.

“I think it’s the right thing to do, especially Mingyu since he’s friends with Changbin” Jeonghan nodded but neither of you made the move to pull apart, you both enjoyed the comfort the other brought.

“Thank you for being here” Jeonghan smiled at you. Though you both found out that you could’ve known about each other at an earlier date, you at least were happy to have found them now.

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[waveofthot]

-Early mornings-

Kuroo x Reader

Warnings: None! all fluffy!!

It was the early morning, the sun just peaking through the blinds. Your boyfriend held his arms around you as you started stirring awake. You turned around to face him, practically chasing the warmth of his body.

Groggily opening your eyes you notice his gaze on you, and with the help of the sun you also for the first time notice something else.

.

.

.

Sitting up, you rub your eyes, trying to remove the remaining bit of sleep . A hum escaped his lips at the change in behavior. "Is something wrong?" He asks still looking up at you. Climbing onto his lap he chuckles. "Isn't it a little too early for this?" Although confused, his hands land on your hips. You don't falter as you push his hair away from his face. His beautiful golden eyes looking back into yours.

"You're eyes are gorgeous..." It's quiet, but the closeness of the two of you meant that he heard every word loud and clear. Slight embarrassment washes over him as he looks away only for you to hold his head, guiding him to look at you. You've always thought his eyes were brown. Doesn't help that his hair was always casting a shadow over his face.

You two sat there for a bit before his hand went to the back of your head pushing you down into his embrace. "You're so cheesy..." You didn't have to see him to feel how red his face had become. Your stifled laughter only flustering him more.

"It's true though!" You lifted yourself up looking at his face, an adorable shade of red. "I can't believe you've been hiding them from me..." he furrowed his brows. "I haven't been hiding anything from you!" He retorted, finally looking back at you. "You practically have!" You grin, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Kuroo, as sexy as that bed head of yours is, the fact that it took me this long to find out that your eyes are this pretty of a shade, should be considered a crime."

For a few seconds he remained quiet. Though his look had changed. His face was still dusted in pink, but a smirk had found it's way on instead. "You think my hair is sexy?"

The blood rushed up to your face and had you grabbing the pillow beside his head before pushing it onto his face to silence your boyfriends loud cackles.

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Wowie, talk about inconsistent posting schedule LOLOL.

I go where the writing inspo takes me ig.

It's funny tho, I had another idea planned for him, though I accidentally posted it, and only a single paragraph was copied before I deleted it so ... I couldn't bother rewriting everything

[mytaegiheart]

Sweetest Dream

⟶ pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

⟶ word count: Almost 2k+ 18+ // mdni

⟶ genre: smut, fluff, fwb to lovers au

⟶ content: idol!Hoseok is just now realizing he's in love with his best friend (you). He needs to tell you before he leaves on his tour for 4 months.

⟶ warnings: explicit sexual content: kissing/making out, groping, unprotected sex (don't do it kids!), markings (hickeys & other bruising), …

↬ a/n: semi-based on "Sweet Dreams" and the completion of his 3 day Seoul concerts.

Day 3 was over and done with. The meet and greet afterwards made him feel like he was flying and he was filled with so much energy, he knew it would take him forever to fall asleep when he got home.

Jin had invited him out for a drink after the concert ended, which he agreed to, if only to try and bleed off the excess energy.

He joined Jin in the car before pulling out his phone to send a text, but he received one instead.

Y/n: Saw the concert. You looked amazing, and so happy.

Hobi: Wish you'd been there in person, would have been 10x better.

Y/n: Maybe next time. :) What are you up to now?

Hobi: Drinks out with Jin and Jonathan.

Y/n: Tell them I said hello. Stay safe. Call me when you get home?

Hobi: I don't know what time that will be.

Y/n: Call me anyway. I don't mind.

Hobi: Okay.

Y/n: <3

Smiling, he put his phone away, noticing Jin grinning at him. “Shut up.”

Jin just laughed like he knew some great secret (he did).

It was indeed late when he arrived home, but he was tired enough that he thought he'd be able to sleep peacefully.

As he walked into his apartment, he was surprised to see the light on in his dining room. Frowning, he went to see what was up.

What surprised him the most was seeing some covered dishes on the table, with balloons and a vase of flowers. There was a card with his name propped up against the vase, which he picked up first. He opened the card and smiled warmly when he recognized your handwriting.

He opened the covers on the dishes and saw they were all his favorites and his heart seemed to swell in his chest.

He checked the time, saw it was well after midnight but decided to send you a text anyway so that you'd see it in the morning when you awoke.

Your Sunshine: Thank you.

He was surprised when he saw three dots pop up, indicating an incoming reply.

Your Hope: You're welcome.

Your Sunshine: Why are you still up?

Your Hope: Work project. I just finished and was heading to bed when you texted.

Your Sunshine: Omg, go to bed!

Your Hope: Lol, I am. Enjoy your dinner.

He set his phone down and went to wash up before eating.

After slipping into a comfy pair of sweats and a hoodie, he put the dishes in the microwave to warm up before sitting down to eat. While doing that, he started browsing his socials, checking out what others were saying about the concerts and liking posts or sharing them on Instagram. But his eyes continuously went to the card, still propped up against the vase.

After eating his fill, he put the leftovers away before cleaning up the kitchen. As he turned out the lights, his eyes returned to the card on the table. Still staring, thoughts churning. You had been in his thoughts more and more as of late and he couldn't understand why.

He didn't realize he had his phone in hand until he heard his manager's voice sleepily ask him what he needed.

“What's my schedule like?”

“Flight leaves Wednesday morning. Your next 2 days are free.”

“Good.”

There was silence for a moment before he heard the man sigh. “You need to be home Tuesday evening to make sure you're packed.”

“I will. No worries.”

“Make sure you tell her how you feel.” Okay that made him pause.

“What?”

“Hobah, you've been dancing around your feelings for her for quite some time. I didn't say anything about your 'arrangement' because I know you so well. You've been in love with her since the day you met.”

You had met at a meet & greet some years before, you being part of the venue staff to make some extra money. He'd been fascinated with you right from the start, always aware of where you were in proximity to him. He had asked for your number after it was over and you impulsively gave it to him.

Somehow your friendship turned into a 'Friends with Benefits' arrangement, but you were the first to fall in love with him. Only he didn't know that as you didn't want to lose his friendship by telling him.

And now, he was realizing that he was in love with you, too.

“Fuck!” he cursed himself.

“Tell her I said hello.” His manager chuckled in replied before ending the call.

Gathering up some toiletries and a change of clothes into his backpack, he locked up his apartment and headed to the garage for his car.

You lived in a small home on the outside of the city and it didn't take him long to get there with the lack of traffic so late at night.

The neighborhood was silent as he pulled into your driveway, killing the engine as he stared up at the house. There were no lights on other than the porch light and he knew you might be asleep, but he had to see you before he left for a few months.

Grabbing his bag, he left his car, swiftly locking it before walking to the front porch. You had given him a spare key some time before and he used that to enter the house on silent feet, removing his shoes before entering.

Locking the door, he glanced around the darkened living room, the only sound the ticking of your grandmother's cuckoo clock hanging over the fireplace mantel. Taking a breath, he turned and headed for the stairs.

His heart was beating hard against his chest as he stepped into the bedroom at the top of the stairs. Eyes already adjusting to the dim lighting, he spotted you immediately in the shadows of your bed. You were curled up in the center, back facing him, deeply asleep. Your soft breathing sounded loud in his ears.

He quietly placed his bag in the chair in the corner before he drew back the blankets behind you and slipped into bed, his arm immediately sliding around your waist to draw you close to his body. The thin strap of your night gown slipped from your shoulder, catching at the crook in your elbow and he took that moment to press tender kisses to your naked back and bare shoulder.

You shifted in your sleep, feeling a warmth around your body and you took a deep inhale, recognizing his scent even in your dreams.

“Hobi.” you whispered sleepily. “What are you doing here?”

He was startled at the whisper of his name from your lips, but he hugged you closer as you rested your hand on his arm.

“I had to come see you before I left for tour.” he whispered in return, not wanting to break up the intimacy of the moment by talking loudly.

“Why?” you asked. He was silent for the longest moment and you thought he'd fallen asleep. Instead, he hugged you tighter and you could feel his lips against your ear.

“I couldn't leave without telling you... I love you.” he whispered. He felt your body tense in his arms and held a breath.

“What?” you returned, eyes snapping open in shock.

“I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been in love with you for so long, I didn't even realize it.”

The last thing you expected this late at night was your best friend in the world blurting out his feelings for you. You had been harboring your own feelings of love for him, you thought you might have been dreaming. You turned in his embrace, meeting his eyes, peering into their depths as if you could see his very soul. And what you saw stunned the breath from you.

“Do you mean that?” you whispered, needing to be sure of what you heard. Instead of answering verbally, he pulled you closer and immediately slotted his heart-shaped lips over yours, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss he could manage.

This was real, his feelings were real and you did the only thing you could: gave it right back to him tenfold.

Your mouth opened against his and he wasted no time slipping his tongue inside to tangle with your own, his hands mapping the skin of your back and neck as your fingers tangled in his hair to keep him close.

After some time, the need for air became a necessity and you both drew back, breathing in sync but heavily. He trailed lazy kisses down your jaw, neck and shoulders, whispering his love against your heated skin.

“Stay?” you whispered, eyes falling closed as desire pulled you within its grasp.

“Why?” he wondered, needing to hear the words.

“Because... I love you, too.”

He paused in his kisses, pulling back to stare down at you with desire-ridden eyes. He could see the truth of your words and the smile he gifted you with could have rivaled the sun in its brightness.

He claimed your lips once more, this kiss more passionate than the previous one. He rolled your body beneath his, slotting himself between your legs. You gasped softly as he ground his hard cock against your core, clenching around nothing and wanting to be filled.

The covers got kicked to the end of the bed as he rolled over again until you were on top of him and straddling his lap. He groaned beneath as you ground down on him, grabbing your hips to still your body.

You pulled back from your intense kiss, both of you breathless as you slowly sat up. His eyes pinned you in place, gazing at you with an intensity that made you tremble.

Still staring at him, your hands moved to your shoulders, slowly drawing the thin straps of your gown down your arms, the material pooling in your lap. He stared, swallowing hard.

“Hobi.” you whispered, low and seductive. Something seemed to snap within him as he surged up beneath you, one hand grabbing the back of your neck to pull you into a fierce kiss, teeth and tongues gnashing together as he struggled to get out of his clothes.

He promised to buy you a new gown as he ripped it off of you, tearing it straight down the middle, desperate to feel your naked body against his.

The dual gasps of surprise when he entered your core made you both pause in place, hearts racing. There were tears in his eyes as he stared down at you.

“Why the tears?” you whispered, reaching up to caress his cheek, catching the first drop as it fell from his eyes.

“Because I am so in love with you and never thought you'd feel the same. My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my body.” he returned.

“And I will catch it and hang on to it for as long as you wish me to.” you smiled, leaning up to kiss him. He sank into the kiss even as his hips started a slow and smooth thrust into you, his dancer training kicking in and being beneficial to you both.

Whispered words of love peppered the air between kisses and deep moans as you pledged your love with your bodies. The sun was peeking up over the horizon just as you had showered and changed the sheets on the bed, crawling beneath the cool material, naked bodies, happy hearts and minds pressed together.

He had to leave in another day, but he was going to make the most of it with you.