#I haven’t slept and it’s already morning LMAO

[studioghibelli]

hungry eyes- a joel miller x reader

summary: it had been a long, hard, horrible week, and you are all alone, reminiscing of the man who always made you feel better.

warnings: post outbreak!au, female reader, a tiny itty bit of the good ole’ angst (apocalypse sort of stuff), flashbacks to better times, smut (piv sex, f receiving oral, dirty talk, creampie, unprotected sex, daddy kink) age gap (20s/40s, you can decide ;) ) reader has hair, pet names, slightly emotionally closed off joel (what’s new lmao).

rating: explicit, 18+ mdni

word count: 5k….ish

The marigold caramel of the rising sun bathed the room in comfortable serenity, casting shadows across the wall that danced like ballerinas. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have called it a beautiful morning.

The mattress in the corner of the tiny apartment was torn and old, stained by years of neglect and stiff with the smell of mildew, but it was the first mattress you had come across in weeks. You had a peaceful nights sleep, about as peaceful as you could given the circumstances.

You were unsure how long the apocalypse had been going on for. Five years, ten years, one hundred years- it was all the same to you. It had brought nothing but pain to your life, and that included Joel Miller.

Joel.

Cripplingly handsome, extraordinarily strong, silently austere, mysteriously reserved. You had fallen for him as quickly as you had lost him. Quite literally lost him.

He was there one morning, and then he was gone. Like a leaf flying in the breeze, a grain of sand travelling through a current, a stray piece of grass floating in a valley. He had just….. vanished. Nothing to remember him by except a worn Longhorn shirt that smelled like him. Whether he left that piece of himself on purpose or simply forgot, you weren’t quite sure.

Despite his absence, his betrayal, his abandonment- you still yearned for him, you still loved him, you still craved him.

The week had not been kind to you.

Four near death experiences, consistently water soaked socks, and the most important and arguably the worst of them all- the last stash of your favorite granola bars. Sometimes you would have weeks like this with Joel, when nothing in the world was going right, and he always managed to make it feel better. He was gifted like that.

“Joel.” You whimpered, stopping in your tracks. The forest was alive with chirping birds, rattling leaves. The hot sun filtered in through the thick canopy of forest above, no respite from the thick, chewable humidity.

Tears were pricking your eyes.

“Almost there baby.” He already knew what was upsetting you, and he hadn’t even turned around. He could tell what was up with a simple glance, a simple inflection in your voice, a simple sigh.

You both had been up since dawn, on your feet the past 13 hours, trying to make your way to Boston. You had heard of a quarantined zone out that way. It was tiring, hard, tumultuous work.

“I’m tired. We haven’t eaten in three days. I don’t… I can’t keep this up.” Your voice was less of a whine, more of a deflated statement of abandon. You were genuinely on the edge. Was any of this even worth it?

He turned to you, his face emotionless. His beard had grown out from its usual scruff, eyes deepened by dark eye bags. You had been asking him to get more sleep, but he always insisted on taking watch while you slept.

Joel walked to where you were, a few long strides behind him, and gently grabbed your shoulders. His large hands were warm and well worked, and after years of contracting and fighting, his palms were left rough and calloused. Nonetheless, they were familiar, and warm, and inviting.

“You can keep this up. Because you’re strong. You’re a fighter, have been since I met you.” He pushed a stray piece of hair that had fallen into your face out of the way, his thumb rubbing against your cheek, helping swipe away the piece of mud that had dried beside your chin. “Come night fall, I’ll have found us a good, safe place to stay. We can rest for a few days, relax a bit.”

You nodded your head slowly, knowing he was a man of his word. Joel gave you the ghost of a smile, pressing a hot kiss to your forehead, before grabbing your hand and helping you along the rocky path.

The air was cold and stale, drying out your nostrils with every deep inhale you took. You looked to your left, the sunlight hitting your eyes.

No Joel.

It didn’t surprise you, you knew what to expect. But some mornings you wish you could squeeze your eyes shut and open them, to find yourself transported to a different world entirely.

One where Joel was there, tracing his fingers along the middle of your back, the way he always did to wake you up. One where he was pressing hot kisses on your shoulder blades, the way he knew you liked best. One where he was still dragging his fingers through your hair so he could get a better look at you, even though it always made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

Your chest felt tight as you inhaled a sharp gasp of air.

You’d give anything, just to feel him one more time. Just to know his love so intimately and dearly once again.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl.” He groaned in your hair, his sweaty body sticking against yours. His chest was hot and flushed, beads of sweat gathering beside the crows feet at his temples.

Your legs has been wrapped around his middle, and your arms had been thrown around his neck, quietly chanting his name as he took you, your back against the soft, dewy morning grass.

“Yeah?” You asked, your voice tantalizing and soft.

Joel groaned, looking down at you. A picture of perfection. Radiant, gorgeous, inspiring perfection. In a world so chaotic and constantly changing, you were the one constant he always had, the one constant he always wished to know.

“Joel?” You whispered, your bottom lip gathering between your teeth.

He had been on top of you, thrusting deep inside you for only a few minutes by then, the Summer sun beating down, cascading you both in thick golden light. His shoulder blades flexed just right beneath the waves of sunny radiation, the age in his face showing more clearly, yet not taking away any of his solemn, sturdy attractiveness.

He was focusing on your pussy, his fingers slowly rubbing at your clit. He could always tell when you were getting close to orgasm, like he knew your body just as well as you did. Perhaps even better. He knew when you were being pushed to your limits, when you needed to stop for a rest on the road, when you were being so stubborn you couldn’t realize how hungry you were- Joel just knew it all. He knew you. The way a man in love was supposed to know his woman.

At least that’s how Joel saw it.

He’d never admit it though. He wrestled with how young you were, how many years he had on you, and a part of him wondered if he had ever made you feel forced. If you had, a part of his heart ached for you, and a part of his soul hated himself. But you were smart, and Joel trusted you more than those unwanted, dark thoughts often pestered. You would tell him, if he had ever hurt you. He knew you would. Because although you were young, by God were you smart, witty, headstrong. No one could control you.

He loved you deeply for those aspects that so many would be intimated by, and Joel knew he was done for. He knew you were all that was left in this decaying, decrepit world, all that could ever make him feel content once again. You brought a sense of normality into his life that he had been craving for so long.

His fingers were dragging circles across your clit, his cock twitching deep inside of you. You were whimpering beneath him, snapping him back to reality. He remembered you had said his name.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I-I-” Your voice was cut short as his eyes met your own. His eyes. Oh, how you adored them. Dark and alluring and sweet and welcoming and- you felt your stomach tightening with an orgasm, groaning as your nails dug into his shoulders.

This next part. Well, you didn’t mean to, you swore you’d keep it to yourself until the day you died. But as your orgasm washed over you, all you could do was cry out: “I fucking love you, Joel.”

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, swinging your legs off the side of the bed. This tiny apartment would have to do, at least for now. You had pushed a book shelf over the door, and you were three stories off the ground, offering you some sense of protection. If that was even possible.

You knew nothing was getting inside, and you’d have a hard time getting out, considering that wooden bookshelf took you a considerable amount of strength to push over. Your stomach churned at the thought. Could you even get out?

Boston wasn’t far now. About a three hour walk or so. You could see the outline of the city outside the grimy window, its buildings slowly collapsing, covered in blankets of destruction.

Some odd sense, which danced between relief and grief, overtook you. A dream to get to Boston that you had shared with a man no longer there. A dream that felt so unobtainable, all those years ago. Somehow, by God, by the universe, by fate, whatever it was, you somehow managed to get here.

You wondered if Joel had, too.

Your stomach jolted at the thought of his name.

“Joel.” You murmured to yourself, your hand resting on the window. The thought of seeing him again, his eyes meeting yours, his skin on yours, filled you with a bundle of nerves. To have him, the way you once did, lit some fire within you. What if…?

You knew he was a capable and smart man. If anyone could make it on their own, it would be him.

Hell, you did. You figured he must have, too.

You dug through your bag, finding some deodorant and toothpaste that you had miraculously looted while out on the road, getting ready for a day you’d inevitably spend inside, lounging and thinking, day dreaming and yearning.

But that was before you heard the gun shots from down below, the heavy hum of an armored truck driving through the road. Clickers shrieked at the sudden noise in the distance, and you ducked behind your window, eyeing the outside world

Faceless people dressed in heavy armor, about a dozen or so of them, jumped out of their vehicles, heavy guns in their hands as they started breaking off into pairs.

“I want all this looted. Every bit of it.” Someone shouted, a man’s voice muffled by his mask as he waved his fingers in the air, sending them off into pairs with the simple motion. “Whatever you find, report it back to me. Two hours tops.”

They scurried off, three groups heading for the building you were currently in. Surely it would take some time for them to reach the third floor. Surely.

You slid down the wall, legs to your chest, staring in front of you. Well, that man didn’t sound very nice, and you weren’t sure what your fate would be if he found you.

Then again, was anyone really nice anymore? Were you nice? Even Joel Miller, who certainly had his soft spot for you, could have been a major dick sometimes. You had your moments too.

But it seemed like the good had always outweighed the bad, at least with the two of you.

“I could probably eat pie every day. I miss it so much.” You groaned, swinging your head back. Your feet were shuffling against the falling leaves, too lazy to pick them up. Fall was coming, spreading its beautiful oranges and reds throughout the street, coating the earth with a special atmosphere that only came around autumn. It had been your favorite, before the world turned. When you were much younger, much cleaner, much sweeter.

Joel was quiet beside you, jaw clenched tightly, eyes focused on the road ahead. It was nothing new. You had been with him for two months now, and he rarely talked. He listened to you rant, cry, laugh. He grunted, shrugged, nodded- but rarely talked. When he did, he always had something good to say. Or he snapped at you. There was no in between with him.

“What was your favorite?” He asked quietly.

You glanced at him, a bit surprised he gave in to your mindless conversation. It made your heart beat quicker, your stomach rolling up to your throat. It made you feel special when he asked you questions. Like he actually wanted to know, he wasn’t just filling in the silence.

“Hard question. My nana made a killer coconut cream pie. French silk was good. Pecan too.”

“Pecan.” Joel basically moaned the word, his stomach growling lowly. “God, I loved pecan.”

You giggled, looking at him, the flickering shine of adoration clouding your orbs. “I wish I could make you some.” Your voice had dropped to a whisper, and he stopped walking, glancing at you.

“Don’t start lookin’ at me like that.” He warned, after a long look at you. Your eyes had been dancing a silent dance with one another, an odd feeling of… care…shadowing over the two of you.

“Like what?” You really had no clue, but the look on your face betrayed your obliviousness.

“Like you’re fallin’ in love with me.”

Shaking your head quickly, you felt embarrassment heating up your cheeks. “N-no…. I’m not.”

“Mhm. I know women, I know that look y’all get on your faces, when you’re startin’ to fall. The eyes, Chico. They never lie.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, lips twisting with perplexion. He noticed, and cleared his throat before explaining.

“From a movie my brother ‘n I used to watch. Called Scarface.”

“Never heard of it.”

A sweet, honeyed chuckle escaped Joel, and he shook his head, adjusting the strap of his gun across his shoulder. His eyes flashed with something, a feeling you had never seen him omit before. If you were foolish enough, you reckoned it could be grief, mixed with a little bit of sadness, a little bit of guilt. “Yeah, you definitely ain’t gettin’ no lovin’ from me, girl. You’re too young.”

Your stomach dropped at his brutal honesty, and you continued shuffling along, thinking about pecan pie and the handsome man beside you.

Your thoughts were snapped by the handle of the apartment door rattling, trying to budge against the book shelf. That was quick. You looked around for somewhere to hide, grabbing your gun and settling on a spot beneath the bed.

It was going to be a tight squeeze, but you managed to crawl your way beneath it.

The door finally broke open, the bookshelf falling with a mighty thud, and you heard heavy, labored breathing. Yeah. Heavy bookshelf. You thought to yourself, a bit stoked you somehow managed to get it there yourself.

I mean it didn’t really do anything in the end, seeing as someone had managed to make it inside but…. well, whatever.

You placed your hand over your mouth to hide your breathing, hearing the mysterious person begin walking around. You heard the window open.

“Dammit.” A husky groan escaped the person that you now recognized as a man, his voice barely above a coherent whisper.

You closed your eyes, tight.

“Dammit!” Joel snapped, slamming his fist against the tree trunk. Pieces of bark broke off beneath him, crumbling against his leather boots.

“Whoa there, cowboy! Look- now your knuckles are bleeding. Just calm down.” You shuffled through your bag, finding some gauze and rubbing alcohol.

“Those fuckin’ liars. I can’t stand liars. Said there was a car here, said they swore they saw one!”

You picked up Joel’s hand, gently pouring the alcohol over it. He barely winced. For some reason, that turned you on. You shook your head slightly. Now was not the time! “It’s okay. We’ll figure something out, we always do, don’t we?” Joel ignored you, sulking for a bit.

“You got pretty hands.” He whispered after a long moment of silence. “They’re soft.” Joel’s thumb brushed across your knuckles, bloodless and smooth.

You looked down at him, gently brushing a piece of hair off his face. The hint of anger still sat in his eyes, although they were softening ever so slightly. “What happened to not loving me?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Joel chuckled. “I didn’t say I loved ya.” His voice was gruff. Tired from a long day. Exhausted from his rage.

You gently cupped his cheek before dropping it, all in the same movement. “The eyes, Chico. They never lie.”

He sat there quietly and reserved, letting you bandage his hands up. You were unsure if he was annoyed, his face void of any emotion, but you could have sworn a smirk swept across his lips.

The heavy footed man shuffled, opening drawers and pushing through shelves, grunting and huffing to himself. That’s when a pair of boots caught your eye. Dark brown leather, embellished with a black sole and darker embroidery. Shoes that you had known well, many moons ago.

Joel.

If it wasn’t him, you risked losing your life. If it was him, you risked falling apart. It was a loss either way. So you finally spoke. “Joel?” You croaked out, tears welling in your eyes.

The man stopped walking, and you heard the floorboards creak as he turned his head. His jeans stretched tight against his thighs as he squatted down, lifting up the bed sheet that was hanging off the side, masking you from view.

And there he was.

A little bit older. A little bit rougher. A little bit dirtier.

His hair was curling around the sides of his face, grayer than it had been, and the wrinkles were more evident in his forehead, deep lines beside his mouth. The end of the world definitely aged the man. Yet still, despite it all, he was so handsome.

Inside your chest, anger was brewing, clawing at your rib cage, screaming to be let out. You were stuck in a maelstrom of love, anger, and a whole lot of curiosity. You wanted to hit him, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted him to apologize, you wanted him to fuck you, you wanted him to hate you, to love you. You were stuck in a pit of emotion, not knowing what your next move would be.

Everything was happening so quickly. Blood was rushing to your head, white noise filling your ears.

“Well I’ll be damned.” He smiled, a real, genuine smile, and extended his hands for you.

You wasted no time. “Where the fucking hell did you go?” You snarled, pushing away his hand as you belly crawled out from underneath your hiding space. You didn’t want to think about how stupid you probably looked right now, crawling on your stomach, grunting and sweating from the heat.

“Well, darlin’, I’m sorry I got caught up with the wrong people.” He raised his hands, leaving you just as confused as before. “Was expecting a warmer welcome.”

There was a long moment of silence. “Huh?!” You finally cried out, throwing your arms up.

“I went out that mornin’ lookin’ for some….” Joel groaned softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Some flowers.” He snarled through gritted teeth, almost embarrassed. “And there was a group of these…. I don’t know what to call ‘em. Scouts? Held a gun to my head, asked if I was with anyone. I said no, y’know. Saved you from a whole world of hurt.”

You stood there, in disbelief that he was actually there. Your anger soon dissipated. Now you were left with a terrible, awful, horrible pit in your stomach. Guilt. Sadness. Love.

“I can’t believe…. I-I- you’re here. In front of me.” Tears were pooling in your eyes, threatening to spill. Your heart was beating ten times faster than usual, your chest hurting from the sudden influx of emotion

Joel took a step towards you. “In the flesh, darlin’.”

“I didn’t know if you were dead or…. or alive or….” You groaned, burying your face in the palms of your hands as a sob shook through you. “It was so hard. Being-being alone, without you.”

Joel grabbed your waist tightly, and you slowly looked up at him. “You won’t be alone without me, ever again. I promise you. You hear?” He gripped ahold of your chin, tilting your head upwards. You looked up at him with those big doe like eyes of yours, and his thumb slowly brushed across your bottom lip. “As much as I would love to show you how much I’ve been missin’ you, we got some fuckin’ asshats barrelin’ through the place. I was lookin’ for a place to leave, that’s how I found this room.”

“Where you in this building?”

He nodded. “Stopped here a couple nights ago. Was on the top floor.”

“We were here, in the same building, and neither of us even….. even knew.” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing. Life was a curious thing.

“Must’ve been fate, huh?” Joel grinned, walking back over to the window. He put a hand on his hip as he leaned the other against the wall, straining his neck. “By now they’ll still be on the first floor. Our best bet is either sneakin’ out, or jumping from the second floor.”

“Jumping?” You repeated.

“Mhm.” Joel was chewing on the inside of his cheek as he turned to face you. “You’re the lady. You make the choice.”

You stood there for a moment, weighing over the two rather atrocious options. “Second floor.” You finally said. “A hurt leg is better than getting shot down.”

“Then we jump. Together.”

Joel grabbed your hand, before stopping abruptly. He looked you over, staring at your chest with narrowed eyes. “Is that my Longhorns shirt?”

“Yeah. You left it, that morning.”

He shook his head, a smile on his mouth. “I was wonderin’ where that went. It looks much better on you.”

“Nah.” You shook your head, your mind wandering to the way his broad shoulders had once looked beneath it, the way his strong arms flexed under the sleeves. Your knees were starting to go weak.

You both made your way towards the stairwell, quietly creeping down until you reached the next floor. You saw a door ajar in the back of the hallway, walking towards it. Joel stepped in first, making sure it was clear, before grabbing your hand and leading you inside.

It was a simple apartment, but what the most appealing part of it was, was a made bed. A fluffy comforter, four pillows, and a knitted throw blanket. It was tempting. It looked soft. It looked like the world had somehow managed to miss it entirely, not once touching it.

It looked like it was calling your name.

How you missed it your first scan through, you had no clue.

You and Joel shared a look.

“As much as I want too….”

“What are the odds they’ll hear?” You whispered, a smile cracking at your mouth.

Joel tossed it around in his head, groaning. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. Hearin’ or not.”

Your hand grabbed his collar. “I do. I think it’s a good idea.”

“You’ve always been a trouble maker. Of course you think it’s a good idea.” He snorted.

“Me?” You feigned a gasp, your eyes innocent behind batting eyelashes.

Joel groaned, giving in, before tugging at the hem of your shirt. “Off.”

You obeyed, tossing it off your body as he began undoing his belt. “So damn pretty.” He murmured, his hand tracing down your bare stomach. He didn’t say it, but you knew behind his eyes, he had missed you deeply.

“Been with anyone prettier since we’ve been apart?” You asked teasingly. A part of you was actually curious, morbidly so.

“Wouldn’t even dream of it, baby.”

Your heart fluttered, and he took a step forward, taking your body in his hands. “I’m gonna fuck you on that bed, then we’re jumpin’ out that window. Nothin’ else for now.” You opened your mouth to protest, and he cut you off. “Now I know you want to lay with me, talk about pie and shit, but we can do that somewhere else. Somewhere safer. Got it?”

You giggled softly and nodded. “I promise that next time, I’ll take real good care of you. Okay?” You nodded once more in agreement. “Now that’s a good girl.”

Joel’s fingers went to the zipper of your pants, tugging them off until they pooled at your ankles, quickly discarding your bra. Wetness had been pooling in your red cotton underwear since you first saw him, a throbbing deep within your stomach. But now, with his roughed up hands on your skin, the smooth richness of his voice- all of it just added to your arousal, making your head spin with excitement.

And Joel knew this. He knew you like the back of his hand.

All the time you’d been apart, all those lonely nights and long days without you, he thought of you. Embarrassingly more than he’d like to admit. Joel was a tough man, he knew he was intimidating to most, but you had always seen right through him. You had always known that deep, deep, deep down, behind all the violence and rage, there was a kind heart, and a gentle, understanding man. Although that was reserved for your eyes only.

“Kiss me, Joel.” You whispered, looking up at him.

“Joel?”

“Oh, sorry. I meant…. daddy.” You purred softly, grinning up at him mischievously.

“That’s better.” He pushed you back on the bed, climbing over you. Joel leaned down, pressing a searing kiss to your mouth. It was a hungry kiss. The kind that made you forget everything going on around. The kind that consumed your entire being. In this moment you were him, and he was you.

A shiver ran down your spine.

“Need you.” You groaned against his lips. “Need you so bad.”

“Yeah? You want daddy to make you feel good?” Joel asked quietly, his hand creeping down behind your underwear, fingers rubbing against the slick of your folds.

The tip of his index finger traced a line down your clit, swollen and throbbing with the promise of soon coming pleasure. A mewl escaped you, finger nails digging into his bare shoulders as his fingers explored you. He groaned into your shoulder blade, plunging two finger inside your tight, wet cunt.

“Jus’ like I remembered. Nice and tight for me. She’s real wet, too.” His mouth was watering, teeth gently nipping against the lobe of your ear. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

“I thought we were just fucking then jumping-”

“Changed my mind.” He fired out quickly. “You got a pussy worth dying for.”

You both shared a laugh. A real, genuine laugh. The kind that was only ever shared between two bonded people, between those who knew each other deeply, intimately, intensely.

He pushed your legs back as he slid down, hooking his rough arms around your thighs. Your legs rested on his broad shoulders, and you watched with eagle eyes as he leaned forward, his tongue extending towards your clit.

That first lick made your eyes roll back, your neck falling into the pillows behind you. A sigh of relief, a sigh of love, escaped you.

Joel hummed against your pussy, savoring the way you tasted. He knew how to make you cum in under five minutes, he had done it many, many times before, but there was something about lapping you all up, taking his sweet, precious time with you, that turned him on more than anything.

He was the one making you feel good. He was the one causing you to come undone.

Nothing in the world felt better than that.

You ran your fingers through his hair, staring at him through your eyelashes. “So handsome.” You whispered, a whimper coming soon after.

“Gonna make me blush.” He grinned, sucking your clit into his mouth. He swirled his tongue against your button, fingers digging in to your soft thighs, leaving his imprint against them.

“Oh, Joel. Oh, baby. Right there.” Your back arched against the covers as he sucked harder on your clit, introducing his fingers to your opening once more.

Joel pushed them in to the knuckle, his ring and index finger slowly pumping, stretching you out, before they sought after that soft spot he knew made you crazy. The spot he knew made you lose your mind. All because of him.

The thought made Joel moan against you.

“Taste so damn good, babydoll. So fuckin’ good for me. So perfect.” Joel muttered against your wet pussy, lapping you up like a man who hadn’t tasted water in weeks.

“Oh. Oh, so close. Gonna cum for you.”

Joel continued fingering you, hitting your g-spot with every pump of his fingers. “Yeah? Gonna cum all over daddy’s tongue?”

“Mhm.” You were panting now, grinding your cunt against his face, bucking your hips- he had turned you in to a wild animal, panting and clawing, hungry for him and only him. No one else had ever seen you like this, and no one ever would.

You were pulling so hard at his graying curls his scalp was aching, but Joel didn’t mind. As long as he got to taste his girls’ cum in the end.

“Gonna-gonna… fuck, Joel. I’m cumming!” You cried out, perhaps a bit too loudly, pulling his face closer to your pussy as he sucked and licked, not wasting any drop of the wetness dripping out of you.

When you came to, Joel had gotten on top of you, his fingers still gingerly rubbing your pussy, bringing you back to the real world.

“God I missed you.” You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him closer.

“I missed you too.” He whispered, gently rubbing his nose into yours. “I thought about you. A lot.” His voice was serious, quiet, and a little bit embarrassed. Joel wasn’t good at talking about these things, but he would make an effort for you.

You gently cupped his face, rubbing your thumb over his sharp cheekbone. “Now go on and fuck me, Miller. We don’t have all day.”

You gently reached down, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. You felt it throb. He placed his hand over yours, slowly guiding it to your wet entrance. “‘M gonna fuck you real good. Real hard. The way you deserve.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and all you could do was nod.

Joel ran his hands down your side, eliciting a giggle. The tip of his dick slowly pushed inside of you, stretching you slowly. He pulled back, gently thumbing your clit as he watched himself slowly enter in to you. “Jus’ perfect. Perfect girl for me. A dream.” He murmured to no one in particular.

You gently grabbed hold of his thick biceps, feeling the sticky sensation of his sweat. You clenched yourself around him, and his head snapped towards you. “Not gonna last long if you keep that up. Hope you know.”

“You just started!” You teased breathlessly.

Joel chuckled, leaning forward. He had pushed himself fully inside, before pulling all the way out and slamming back in. You gasped at the sudden movement, quickly becoming acquainted with this pattern.

“So big. So good.”

He smirked an arrogant, cocky smirk, pounding deeper, harder, yet keeping the same pace, never getting sloppy or impatient. He was good at controlling himself, good at keeping his eye on the prize. And you were most certainly the prize he wanted most in this life.

“God, Joel. Jesus Christ.” You gritted your teeth, your stomach tightening as he hit deep inside you, hitting that spot once again, now over sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Think you can cum for me again?” He grunted. “Think I can get that pretty pussy to gush for me?”

“Ohhh, God. Yes! Yes. Please, make me cum, daddy. Please.” You were begging now, overwhelmed with the feeling of being full of him, being so close to him.

It had been a long, long time. And yet, like an apparition, a god, a ghost, he had appeared once again. Just as perfect and handsome as the last time you ever saw him. You knew in your heart of hearts it happened for a reason. You belonged together.

“Yeah, I’ll make you cum.” He reached down, slowly circling your clit. It was soft and wet against his finger, just begging to be touched.

You looked up into his eyes. His deep, dark, gorgeous eyes, darkened by desire, full of you. They softened once they caught glimpse of you, but they were still glossed over with hunger.

His fingers tangled themselves in to the tresses of your hair, inhaling you. All of you. Devouring you with his mind, body, soul as he took you. Hard. Deep. Passionately.

Joel gently bit down onto your neck, sucking and kissing, marking you as his. Only his.

“Gonna cum, Joel.” You mumbled into his cheek, his fingers keeping the same pace and motions as before against your clit.

You clenched against him as your orgasm rushed over you, white hot pleasure soaking in to your senses, blinding you to the world around. Everything was Joel. Everything was him. As you came, the only thought on your mind was Joel.

Joel, Joel, Joel.

Like a prayer. A chant. A song.

He grunted into your skin, his hips slapping into your body. Over, and over. “Gonna cum in you.” He mumbled. He didn’t care if it was a bad decision. He didn’t care. All he knew was he needed you, the way a dying plant needed water, the way the ocean needed the moon.

“Yeah? Go on, baby. Fill me up.” You begged, running your hands down his back.

Joel moaned, an animalistic growl escaping him as his cock twitched, filling you with his cum, his own orgasm washing over him in droves. In that moment all you knew was him, the way his skin felt, the way he smelled, the way his mouth tasted.

And in turn all he knew was you. The sweetness of your voice, the thickness of your hair. You. You. You.

Joel collapsed in to you, catching his breath as his face rested on your neck. You rubbed his back, fingers massaging in to his shoulders, coaxing him back to life.

“Missed you.” You whispered. “So much.”

He nodded slowly, holding you close to him. “I missed you.”

There wasn’t much time to dilly dally. You heard footsteps coming up the stairs down the hall, and both of you stood up, reaching for your clothes. You watched him dress as you mindlessly clipped your bra, eyes full of love, full of contentment.

His fingers slowly buttoned up his flannel, a lazy smile hanging on his face. You knew he was content, just like you. Lacing up his boots, he made his way to the window.

“When you jump, aim for that.” He said, pointing to the pile of thrown out couch pillows, moss covered and stained with mud. “It’s our best bet. Make sure your legs are tucked as close to your chest as possible.”

“Are we going to die?” You asked, perhaps a bit too casually. A painful attempt to mask your nerves.

“Someday. But not today. I promise.”

You nodded, slinging your backpack over your shoulders. “Well jump together?” You whispered.

Joel nodded. “Always, darlin’.”

You gulped thickly. “I know you love me. You always have.”

He scoffed. “Says who?”

A smirk crossed your face as you propped your leg up on the window, staring at the earth beneath you. It didn’t seem so far from this angle, didn’t look too bad. “The eyes.” You whispered, turning to face him. “They never lie.” You pulled him in for one more kiss, deep and passionate. He reciprocated, chuckling against your lips as he kissed you back, holding you close to him.

When he pulled away he looked at you like you were the only thing in this world that mattered.

“I never should have told you about that damned movie.” Joel gently brushed his thumb against your cheek, kissing you once more. “On the count of three, got it?”

You nodded.

One

Two

Three

When you jumped, hand in hand, neither of you were too sure what would come next. But both of you knew, although it was unspoken, that whatever came next would be much easier together.

[atticssmellgood]

hey babe!! can you do the 16 and 17 with alex, pls? 🥺

Tired

Alex Turner x GN!reader(no specific pronouns used)

Prompt(s) requested: “How Are you so comfy?” + Person A falls asleep on person B

Word count: 1k

CW: None❤️

A/N: I’m honestly so happy you requested these specific prompts lmao, I’ve always loved the idea of cuddling with Alex, I feel like he would be so sweet😭 anyways, hope you enjoy!

P. S. I feel like all of my fics end in sleeping I need a new way to close out💀

Alex groaned, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes as he sat slumped over his small notebook, scribbled out lyrics and messy handwriting decorating the pages.

Why was it that whenever he actually wanted to get some songwriting done, he couldn’t? Lately the inspiration seemed to slip out of his hands every time he picked up the pen, leaving him stuck and stressed. Most times, he would just end up in a significantly lower mood with nothing more than what he started with.

He sighed and leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression, too many thoughts swirling around in his head to possibly make sense of any of them.

Eventually he stood up and stretched, his limbs feeling heavy with exhaustion and a yawn coming from his mouth.

Alex hadn’t been able to get much sleep recently due to the amount of time he’d been spending on the new album, but he could never seem to rest when he was so focused on why his brain wasn’t working the way he wanted it to.

Before Alex could let out another loud groan of frustration, he heard the front door open and he couldn’t have been more relieved.

“Alex?” You called out tentatively, not sure if he was home from the studio just yet. You made your way to the kitchen and sat your car keys on the counter with a jingle before hearing footsteps coming towards you. All of the sudden you were pulled into a warm hug, a kiss falling onto your forehead softly.

“Welcome home darling…” Alex whispered as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. You could already tell from his quiet voice and the way he leaned his body on yours that he had a long day. Your suspicions were confirmed when you pulled away from his embrace to get a good look at him. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his expression looked overall drained. It didn’t take a genius to realize he needed some food and rest.

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek gently, stroking the apex of his cheekbone with your thumb in a loving manner. Alex’s hands still sat on your hips as he leaned into your palm and closed his eyes. A small sigh left his lips when he felt the tension in his muscles slowly dissipate, replaced with a warm feeling that seeped into his bones and gripped at his heart.

“You look miserable, Al.” you giggled quietly, continuing to stroke his cheek. Although disguised as a light-hearted joke, Alex could hear the worried undertone in your voice.

“It’s just some writer’s block, nothing to worry about.” He mumbled and pulled you a little closer.

You let out a little hum and let him rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You know I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure writers block doesn’t cause you to look like you haven’t slept in a week.” Your voice was a little more concerned now as you rub his back lightly “what’s wrong?”

Alex let out a small groan and snaked his arms fully around your waist, squeezing you tight and beginning to sway the both of you from side to side slowly. His body heat engulfs you in a comforting embrace and you could still smell a bit of the cologne he liked to put on before he left in the mornings. “it’s…” he starts, speaking tentatively “I’ve just been really stressed lately with the non-stop recording in the studio and it doesn’t help when I can’t seem to write properly anymore.” His voice is quiet and clearly exhausted. You once again pull back, this time giving him a soft kiss on the lips, then one on his nose. He closed his eyes and gave a sleepy little smile.

“Why don’t we go to sleep, yeah?” You brush a piece of hair out of his eyes “I think you really need it. And who knows? Maybe it’ll clear your writer’s block.” You smiled sweetly before Alex just nods in agreement.

His mind did feel a bit foggy from the lack of sleep. Maybe that was the problem?

Without another word, you stepped out of his embrace to take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

Alex immediately laid on the bed, his eyes already beginning to close until he noticed you didn’t lay next to him. He glances over to see you taking off your shirt so you could change into something more comfortable than your work clothes.

He chuckled before reaching over to grabbing your arm and pull you onto the mattress with a sly grin.

You let out a little yelp and before you knew it, Alex’s full body weight was resting on top of you, effectively trapping you underneath him.

“Alex! You couldn’t wait five more seconds?” You laugh, still topless as he hadn’t given you the chance to put a shirt on.

“Nope.” He said with a satisfied expression “You were already taking too long.”

His head was resting on your chest comfortably, his soft brown hair tickling your bare skin.

You just laughed at his response, then snuck a gentle hand into his hair.

His features seemed to relax once you did this as his eyes fluttered shut and a small smile played at his lips.

You ran your fingers through the thick strands, nails occasionally scratching his scalp. The more you did this, the more he relaxed. The stress he held in his tense muscles looked as if it was melting away slowly with each brush of your hand on his hair.

“How are you so comfy?” Alex mumbled, nuzzling into your chest with a contented sigh. You just smiled as you gazed at him, leaning forward a bit to place a soft kiss on the top of his head.

He loved the spot he was in because he could press his ear right against where your heart was and listen to it beat with a steady rhythm. All the thoughts and worries in his mind were quieting down to mere whispers as he focused on the soft thumping in your chest. This was what he knew he needed.

Moments after that, you heard his breathing slow, indicating that he was indeed asleep.

You continued to stroke his hair in a loving manner even as he slept. The weight of his body on yours was comforting and it wasn’t long until you began to fall asleep underneath him, uttering a barely audible “Sweet dreams, my love” and letting your eyes flutter shut.

[inwhosereverie]

gn!reader x kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

description: you have a hard time falling asleep.

an: ion like this one lmao

you have been squirming and turning all night, haven’t gotten any sleep longer than an hour since last week- always found yourself stood groggily against the countertop making coffee you didn’t even like the taste of but strong enough to keep you awake for 12 hours at work. heavy lids yet you couldn’t keep them closed and even if you managed you would have jolted up anyway before you fully dozed off, it was a mental struggle and it did nothing but infuriate you.

you had noticed a massive decline on your concentration, fatigue weighs heavier, headache’s become your best friend, and you were jumpy- real jumpy. you pour your hot coffee into your favorite mug with a silent sigh and a frown. 4am in the morning, only a blink of sleep and a lot to do before night comes around again. thinking about it already made you tired.

you wrap both hands around the heated mug to warm up your palms then you brought it up to your lips when kyle immediately reacted “woah, no, no, no..” he tuts, causing you to jump and spill half of the hot liquid over your shirt, thankfully it wasn’t too much, raspy grumble drew out from his chest as you watched him jog over to you, taking the mug off your hands “the hell you think you’re doing, sweet?” kyle scolds ripping some tissues off a roll and wiping off the coffee you’ve spilled.

“drinking coffee..?” you question him, concern over your eyes that mirrored his. “you shouldn’t be.” kyle frowns, leaning his side against the counter with a palm placed on top, the other hand on his waist, firm brown eyes looking down at you. you raised a brow at the sight “why not?” you continue to question the obvious, yet you remained oblivious as to why you weren’t allowed to drink something to keep yourself awake. “you my missus,” poked the tip of your nose to empathize as if scolding a child, drawing a frown from you “haven’t slept a single wink, yeah?”

it appears he didn’t really need any insights to know you had sleeping problems. you did tell him, of course, though you also added that it wasn’t that serious and that you could still ‘sleep’ a few good hours.. that is when it was still a minor problem. it’s gotten worse since.

you purse your lips, guilt painting over your features “and?” a sassy tone undeniably mixed into your small voice “and you think drinkin’ caffeine would be a good idea?” he asks, a question that didn’t bother an answer because ‘no’ is the only right one, the others: an excuse.

“i’m fine. i need to get to work.” you huff, an attempt to reach over the mug he’d placed back on the counter but your hand froze when he spoke again “it’s the weekends, love.” a gentle reminder yet a cheeky, teasing attitude among his concern. you suddenly paused, what? he nearly snickered watching you realize, how adorable your tired features were but he knew you’re struggling- knew your days felt longer now that you can’t sleep at all. he cracks a smile before gently sliding the mug further from you, “get back to bed.” he demands sweetly, tapping a finger beneath your chin to get you out from your zoned state.

it didn’t take him much effort to put you back to bed, he only had to sling you over his shoulder and tuck you back in. now you were back in bed, underneath the duvet you two share, scooped and guarded by his arms that are so gently wrapped around you, your own arm draped over his side, his warmth transfering itself to your rather cold skin humming some song softly over your ears, so much more better than the way your mug and a coffee could ever warm you up.

you were nuzzled into his neck, sniffing his morning scent that made you relax and you could tell he too was falling back to slumber when his lullaby started becoming quiet and rasp, then the subtle kiss that were placed on your shoulder when he exhaled. you found yourself with half-lidded eyes, you could barely keep them open when he started running his fingers through your hair, tracing shapes over your back. it felt like home

you slept like a baby that day and don’t be surprised to be awoken by a nice aroma of meals being cooked in the kitchen.

[the-cult-of-russo]

Such a Softer Sin (Part 16)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: I couldn’t decide whether to post this one yet or not, but I really can’t help myself lmao I’m just so eager to share this story with you all. 

I can't wait to hear your responses to this one 😇🫣

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The next day, you made your way to the mess hall for breakfast. You’d had a rough night, the combination of sleeping alone and all the bombshells that had been dropped on you the day before keeping you awake. You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you walked inside, glancing around. You didn't see Billy or his men anywhere but you saw Kos, Irene and Atti sitting at a table as they ate together. As you got your food, you felt like everyone was staring at you. You knew you were being paranoid after everything that happened, as if people would somehow know you’d slept with the King and you were his mate. You yawned tiredly as you made your way over to the table and Kos smiled up at you as you sat down.

“Good morning,” Irene grinned and you gave her a tired smile.

“Good morning,” you replied, rubbing your eyes again before you started to eat.

“Bad night?” Kos asked in concern.

“Something like that,” you said with a rueful smile. You looked over the table to Atti then.

“Where’s Aurora?” you asked. You’d been hoping to be able to spend more time with her after she’d spoken to you but it hadn’t really happened yet.

“She’s getting her stuff ready. We’re going out for the day, visiting her old pack. We’ll be back by tonight though,” he explained, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. You wondered what was going on with him. You remembered his words from the night before and you wondered if he was having some of the same feelings you had when he found his mate. He might have Aurora, but you now having your mate might have left him feeling like he was losing you too, even if he had pulled away.

After breakfast, you felt like you needed to clear your head and you thought some training might be a good way to do it. You left the mess hall, walking across the grounds and you started to notice everyone bowing their heads as they walked by you. You tilted your head in confusion, wondering why this had started up again. They’d done it when you got here out of respect for your rank, but with you being here so long and getting to know most people, they’d stopped and you’d only had to deal with it from the newcomers. But now, people you’d spoken to, people who had gotten to know you and found out you didn't want to be bowed to were now bowing to you and you felt your stomach feel heavy as you slowly walked to the training area. A wolf you’d met a few times named Laura walked past, her arms full with what looked to be laundry. She was one of the workers here who worked with Azalea. 

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” she smiled shyly as she hurried by and your feet stopped, taking root to the floor. Your head whipped around but she was already halfway to the castle as panic started to take its hold. How did she know? You looked around with wide eyes, watching how people were looking at you and you felt your cheeks heat up, annoyance prickling at you. One of the guards passed you by on his way to the gate and bowed his head low to you.

“Your Majesty,” he murmured, such reverence in his voice you almost felt sick as you watched him leave. Your eyes went over to the training area where Billy was talking to one of his warriors as they set up for training and you stalked right over, chest feeling tight. He looked at you as you got closer and he frowned at the furious face you were wearing and the warrior he was with moved away to set up. 

“I thought you wouldn't tell people until I’m ready,” you bit out accusingly and confusion washed over his face.

“I haven’t,” he frowned.

“Well given the fact people are referring to me as Your Majesty, someone has,” you glowered. His frown deepened, eyes looking around before settling back on you.

“I have no idea who said somethin’ but I know it’s not my guys. They’ve known this whole time and they wouldn't do that to me,” he insisted and you pursed your lips as you took a shaky breath. Had someone overheard something? It wouldn't be impossible, Azalea had overheard things and put the pieces together but you knew she wouldn't have told, you knew she wasn't like that. 

“We’re ready, sir,” a warrior said as he came over, he looked to you then but his eyes didn't meet yours as he bowed his head.

“Apologies for interrupting, My Queen,” he murmured and you stood there floored, turning your wide and panicked eyes to Billy who looked bewildered. 

“Where did you hear that?” Billy asked, an edge to his tone that had the warrior look a little nervous. You knew his relationship with his people here, especially his warriors, wasn't too formal. His warriors more often than not called him sir instead of his title as he’d built up a friendship with most of them. You felt you had too somewhat and now they were throwing words around like Majesty and Queen. 

“Atticus told us, sir,” the warrior muttered and you recoiled like you’d been smacked in the face. Seeing your reaction, the warrior bowed once more before making himself scarce.

Betrayal set deep in your bones and your jaw clenched, eyes on fire as you looked over and saw the man himself walking to the gate with a bag slung over his shoulder, Aurora by his side. You growled, storming over and as you got closer he looked surprised by the look on your face. 

“Why the hell did you go around telling everybody?” you asked harshly. His surprise melted into a frown as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you weren't telling people,” he muttered.

“So you thought that gave you a right to be the one to break the news?” you asked incredulously and then his face turned indifferent as he shrugged.

“People were going to find out anyway so I don’t see what the big deal is,” he huffed and you had to resist the urge to smack him.

“We need to go,” Aurora murmured to him quietly, shooting you a sheepish smile. Atticus barely spared you a glance before he walked away and left you standing there reeling. The old Atti would never do such a thing to you and you couldn't believe how much he’d changed and not for the better. 

“You okay?” Billy asked as he came over, hovering beside you.

“I just… I don't get why he did it,” you frowned, eyes glued to the gate he’d left out of.

“I don’t either,” Billy muttered. You took a deep inhale, trying to calm yourself. There wasn’t anything you could do about it now, it was done and now you’d have to deal with it. You turned to look up at Billy then and he was watching you with concern shining behind his dark eyes. 

“I’ll do the ceremony in a few days,” you said and he looked caught off guard by the random change of subject. Then a relieved smile painted his lips.

“Really?” he asked hopefully and you smiled with a nod. 

“It’s better just to get it done and then you don't have to worry about me,” you shrugged. He looked like a weight had been lifted off him and you wondered how long he’d been worried about this, worried about you maybe dying in the war. He was just looking down at you with that look on his face, the one he’d had so many times before but you didn't understand what it meant. Now you did. He loved you and you still hadn’t gotten used to the fact. It almost felt like he might kiss you, the way his stare lingered as it had so many times before, but then he stepped back and you found yourself disappointed even though he was just giving you the space you’d asked for. You didn't like how stilted things were feeling with the pair of you now when it had been so easy before. You felt guilt build up inside of you, knowing this wasn't how it was supposed to be when you found your mate, this wasn’t what it was supposed to be like for him. Not what he’d longed for.

“I uh… I should go, I got some business to deal with, but I’ll see you at dinner,” he murmured with a tentative smile. You nodded and he looked at you for a moment before he leaned in and placed a lingering kiss to your cheek and you felt a million and one butterflies erupt in your stomach at the affectionate gesture. You wondered if he felt a little bolder given you’d done the same the night before, if he felt that maybe this was okay, safe. He moved away, flashing you a bashful smile before he started making his way to the castle. You watched him going, at war with your head and heart. You knew you could do this, you did feel something for him and now you knew you didn't need to feel guilty about it. You’d been suppressing your growing feelings for him because you’d thought you both had mates out there somewhere and you hadn't wanted to get hurt or hurt your future mate. But he was your mate. It was strange but a freeing sensation as that sunk in. You didn't need to hold back anymore. Trying to clutch onto the newfound confidence you’d gained before it disappeared into the wind, you quickly walked over to him just before he got to the steps. You grabbed his hand, turning him around and he had a second to look shocked before you leaned up and kissed him. His whole body went rigid for a moment, no doubt surprised by your behavior, but it didn't take long before he was kissing you back. One hand came to your face, the other your back as he pulled you flush with him, his lips moving against yours slowly like he was savoring every inch of you. It made you feel like you were plummeting off a cliff, your hands fisting in his tunic as you melted into him. It was like everything else fell away, nothing else mattered but you and him. When you broke away, you were both a little breathless and he blinked down at you in awe before a delighted chuckle left his lips like he really couldn't quite believe what just happened. You bit your lower lip, giving him a shy smile and your whole face felt hot. 

“I’ll see you later,” you murmured and the smile he had was blinding and left you breathless. He looked happier than you think you’d ever seen him.

“I’ll see you later,” he smiled, his eyes bright and sparkling before he turned to make his way to the castle. You watched him wistfully as he slipped inside and your cheeks were hurting from the stupid smile you couldnt get rid of.

“You’re glowing,” Azalea sang softly and you turned to look at her and her mischievous smile. You grinned, lowering your head for a moment before looking back at her.

“I’m happy,” you supplied simply and her smile widened at that.

“Then I’m happy for you. Everything will work out in the end and you should just allow it to happen, let the feelings blossom,” she said softly and you nodded. You knew she was right and now you didn't need to hold back, it would be much easier. You didn’t think it would be that hard to fall for Billy, even not feeling the bond. 

“It’s kind of special really, you don’t feel the bond yet you still care for him. There's still a connection there even without the bond,” she mused with a soft smile and you smiled too. It was a unique situation. You didn't think you were the only one to ever lose a connection to your wolf, it no doubt happened with some trauma, the same way some people got stuck in their wolf form sometimes. You wondered what it was like for them, did they still feel a pull to their mates or were you different?

You spent the rest of the day hiding out in the pack house after another person referred to you as Your Majesty. You weren't quite ready for all of that yet and you cursed Atticus for doing that to you. You still couldn't understand why. You didn't like the feeling that he’d changed so much. It wasn’t that he was happy and he’d just become different, he just wasn't the same at all and he was doing things to hurt you and acting like he didn't care. You really couldn't understand it. His first conversation with you after he found out about you and Billy had been him worrying you about being Queen and while Atti had always been blunt, you knew he would have been supportive about it and not just left after he’d laid those concerns at your doorstep. The rest of the pack had been wildly supportive of the news though and that made you feel better. You’d been worried what they might think but they seemed super excited. You blew out a sigh before you got up and left the house, ready to go to dinner. You found excitement bubbling inside of you to see Billy again after the kiss you’d shared. Even just thinking about it made the butterflies come back and that dopey smile that probably made you look like a crazy person. You stepped out into the cold crisp air, eyes going right to the moon as it always seemed to. It still wasn’t fixed and Karen wasn’t getting anywhere in finding the witches. You really felt for her. You couldn't wait until you knew where to find them and you’d make everyone there who had a hand in this suffer just for her. She didn't deserve this stress. You’d just made it off the porch when your feet stopped as you got a mindlink.

‘Y/N, I need help,’ you heard Atti in your head and he sounded panicked and this in turn, made you panic.

‘What is it?’ you asked quickly, dread settling in your stomach like a lead weight. 

‘I was on my way home and I got attacked. The vampires have me by the lake,’ he answered and your heart skyrocketed. You didn’t have time to think before you took off running, the guard opening the gate for you with a wary look before you took off again. You had no idea if he’d mindlinked Kos too, no idea who else might be coming to help but you couldn't think, only react as the thought of Atti being held at the vampires mercy drowned you. You were livid, so full of panic and rage that your legs pushed you hard as you ran to the lake. You got there and panted, looking around in confusion when you saw no Atti and no vampires. Dread gripped you once more, hoping to the Goddess that nothing bad had happened to him, that you were too late. 

“Atti?” you called out warily, something in your brain telling you that something was very wrong here. You yelped as you were suddenly tackled, hitting the floor hard and getting a punch to the face. You blinked up to see a vampire flashing his pointy teeth at you and a vicious snarl ripped from your throat. You headbutted him, the pain in your head blinding but it was enough to get him off you as you jumped up. Once again, you didn't have a stake on you, something you started to think was necessary and you only had your dagger which wouldn't be much use to help decapitate a vampire. You snatched up a thick stick from the floor, just as another vampire dove at you and you rammed it through his chest. You hadn't been sure if it would work or not but as he exploded into a pile of ash, you felt a dark grin curling your lips as you turned to the next vampire. You circled each other for a moment and you twirled the stick in your hand, dodging as he went to tackle you. You grabbed his arm, swinging him around right into the pointy stick but he didn’t turn to ash. You knew you must have missed his heart but it seemed to bring him great pain as he wailed and fell to the floor. It would do for now as the last was advancing on you. He came at you and you threw a hard punch, hearing something crack as he groaned. He tried to grab the stick and you fought with him, tussling as he landed a punch that split your lip but the pain spurred you on. Your leg swiped at him, his feet giving out from under him as he fell heavily with a thud and you wasted no time in shoving the stick into his chest and watching as he turned to ash. Your eyes went to the last vampire then, the one you’d tried to stake but failed who was still lying on the floor, blood pouring from his wound as he looked dazed, writhing in pain. You thought he was pathetic that his injury had kept him down so easily but it would work in your favor. The adrenaline was coursing through you, your eyes burning bright as you approached him, straddling him as you glared down at him.

“Where’s Atticus?” you growled, a violent punch landing across his face. It didn't have the desired effect though as he started laughing like a mad man and you hit him again even harder but he only laughed more. 

“Where is he?!” you screamed at him.

“There’s a snake among you, little wolf,” he grinned, flashing you a bloodied smile and you recoiled from him. Your brain flashed back to what the other vampire had shouted to Atti when he was brought in to the cells and you shook your head. You knew it wasn't true.

“How can’t you see it? Your closest friend will be the one to betray you all,” he cackled and you growled, sticking your finger in his wound and twisting it, causing him to yell in agony as he writhed under you.

“Why? Why would he do that?” you asked roughly and you stopped twisting your finger and burying it deeper to allow him to answer you. He laughed, this time a little weaker as he grinned at you in such a way that you felt your blood run cold.

“The first test of loyalty is to kill one’s Alpha and he’ll do it because his mate asked him to. Because she sides with us,” he smiled cruelly. You felt like you’d been physically struck, leaning away from him with wide eyes and he started laughing again. 

“The great Kosmos, leader of the Nomad pack is going to die,” he said gleefully and you screamed in rage, ramming the stick into his chest, this time correctly and he exploded under you and you fell to the floor. 

Your chest was heaving, mind reeling as you felt dread grip your heart in its ice cold grip. It felt like your mind quickly poured over every interaction you’d had with Atticus since he’d found his mate and while you really wished you could say you didn't believe it, something in your gut was telling you it was true. Alarm bells sounded off in your head and you jumped up and took off running back home. Part of you wondered if this was a distraction, to get you out of the castle grounds. Maybe it was to kill you. Your lungs burned, legs aching as you ran faster than you ever had in your life, your heart beating a mile a minute with fear. 

“Open the gate!” you screamed as you ran towards it and the gate opened, you bursting inside like a mad woman. There were people milling about after dinner, all of them turning to you with wide eyes. You were bloody, a frantic look on your face.

“What the hell happened?” Billy asked roughly as he ran over to you, his dark eyes wide and worried yet anger flashed behind them. You didn't answer him as your frantic eyes scanned the people, desperately looking for Kos.

“Kos… I need… I need Kos,” you muttered through your pants and then you saw him. He came out of the mess hall but you knew immediately something wasn't right. He stumbled a little, a hand over his heart and as he looked up and met your eyes, you knew something was wrong and you knew he knew it too. You found yourself frozen in time as you looked at him, his lips blue and you couldn't breathe. But then he cried out, clawing at his chest in pain as he collapsed and you shot over to him as everyone else called out in shock around you.

“No, no, no! Kos! Please!” you begged as your knees hit the floor, your hands coming to his face. Blood was pouring from his mouth, nose and eyes, eyes that were open and vacant and you sobbed as you shook him.

“Someone help him!” you roared, anger, pain and fear lacing your tone. Curtis crouched quickly beside you, checking him over hurriedly but you knew. You knew it was too late, you knew he was gone and the look on Curtis’ face told you as much. You jumped to your feet, the pain making you feel like you might die. Atticus did this. He did this because his mate told him to. An agonizing scream ripped from your lungs that echoed all across the grounds and in an instant, where you were once standing was now a large white wolf with golden eyes that burned like flames. Everyone started panicking, some running and others screaming as you snarled and snapped your jaws.

“Holy shit,” Frank murmured and you turned to see Billy with the widest eyes you’d ever seen staring at you. He held his hands up, slowly advancing on you.

“It's alright, Y/N,” he soothed carefully but your top lip curled as a deep growl rumbled from your chest and he stopped moving, looking up at you worriedly. Nothing made sense, the only thing you could feel was a deep agonizing pain that ripped your soul to shreds and all you could see was red. Movement caught your attention from the other side and when your head whipped around, you saw some of the guards and warriors moving towards you carefully. You snarled dangerously, lunging forward as you snapped your jaws but the guard who had almost been trapped in your jaws jumped back quickly, falling on the floor and the others dragged him out of the way quickly. You felt a sharp stinging sensation in your neck that made you growl and you looked to the other side and Billy stood there, a tranq gun in his hand as he watched you in horror. You bared your teeth to him, a low growl vibrating in your chest as you went to pounce but your legs didn't work, collapsing from under you. Then everything went black. 

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↳ Index [Chapter 08 - Loups]

• Loups (French, wolves)

Warnings: i'm kicking my feet at the beginning, it's so cute!, we love a found family that communicates, werewolves!, they are so cool, Yoongi being so fucking hot whilst working, i fucking need him, OC gets lost at the end lmao lil idiot

Wordcount: 12.3k

a/n: this is one of my fave chapters. i fucking love the werewolves & their backstory

Someone opens the blinds. You grumble quietly, burying your face in the pillow to shield you from the light.

“Five more minutes”, Taehyung mumbles into your hair, tugging you closer.

“You already slept long enough, wake up you two”, Yoongi says.

“Why?” you whine.

“Tae has stuff to do today”, he says.

“It can wait”, Taehyung mumbles.

“No, it can’t. We have a busy schedule.”

Taehyung lifts his head from your hair, sending Yoongi a sleepy yet annoyed look.

“Why are you stressing us on this beautiful day?”

“We have a tight schedule”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, “come down in five and put on some clothes”, he says and with that, leaves your room.

Taehyung groans, dropping back on the sheets. Like this, he isn’t spooning you anymore. He runs his fingers through his hair, staring at the paintings of shadow and light the sun casts on the ceiling.

You roll to your side, placing your hand on his tummy.

“I’m so upset”, you mumble, “I wanted this to last eternally.”

Taehyung caresses your hand.

“Me too, my darling”, he says, rolling his head to the side. He studies your features and smiles, running the back of his hand over your cheek, “you are beautiful.���

“I look sleepy.”

“It doesn’t matter. You are so beautiful”, he says, tracing your lips, “you are the living proof that what Fringella said was a lie.”

You fluster, reaching out to nudge his tummy.

“Sweet talker”, you mumble.

Taehyung smiles cutely and props himself up on his elbows, leaning down to peck your cheek.

“I’m going to use the powder room to freshen up. Pick out some clothes if you want to”, he tells you and rolls out of bed.

You stay in bed in the time it takes him to freshen up. You change between being awake and slumbering peacefully, enjoying the tranquillity of the morning to its fullest. Last night was amazing. Taehyung was so wonderful and he treated you with such tenderness. You really missed this side of him.

“You still haven’t gotten ready?”

You lift your head. Taehyung is in form fitted pants and a flowy blouse.

“The bed’s so cozy, don’t blame me”, you murmur, dropping back into the pillow.

Taehyung closes the distance between you and him. He takes your hands and pins them above your head, using the leverage he has on you to lean down and steal a kiss from you. It robs you of air and sanity. He tastes like minty toothpaste and your sweet downfall.

He breaks away, looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Thank you for last night”, he whispers and slips from your hold to leave the room in a confident strut.

“Damn”, you get out, touching your own chest right where your heart is beating like crazy. You won’t recover from this very soon. This just messed with your head.

The vampires gathered in the kitchen when you finally find the strength to come downstairs. They were talking before, but shift their gazes to you.

“Good morning”, you greet them.

“Good morning, ___”, Jungkook greets you with a sweet smile.

Hoseok runs his eyes up and down your bared legs then the slightly sheer top you chose to wrap yourself in. He looks away.

“Good morning”, he greets you, “you look well-rested.”

“If you’re going to make a dirty remark, I’m drop kicking you”, you warn.

Hoseok laughs, lifting his hands in defence.

“You insinuated it, not I”, he says, giving you a wink.

You roll your eyes and shift your gaze to Yoongi. He joined your side, currently leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“Tea and croissant?” he asks.

“You don’t have to make food for me.”

“Okay. Tea and croissant”, he says, making you smile fondly.

“Fine, tea and croissant. Thank you, my prince”, you give in.

While Yoongi is busy preparing your breakfast, you join the others by the table. The seat next to Taehyung is still empty and so you take it, pulling one leg on the chair to get more comfortable. There is a big map sprawled on the table.

“Are we marking out where to go next?” you ask, studying the map. There are red crosses all over the map and judging by the opened marker by Yoongi’s seat, he placed them on the paper.

“We are marking where Namjoon’s followers were sighted according to Fredrick”, Jungkook explains.

“Those are a lot of marks.”

“Yeah, there are lot of his followers here in Paris.”

“I didn’t expect this.”

“I told you Paris is a rancid city”, Yoongi says, carrying your breakfast to the table. He sets it down in front of you and you thank him, “I fucking hate coming here. Paris is full of fucked up perverts. It’s always been like that and will always stay this way.”

“I can’t understand why that is. I imagine with the wolves so strongly represented here, vampires would avoid the city”, Taehyung says.

“Honestly, I think they get off on the fighting.”

“Yes, definitely.”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about”, you confess.

Yoongi and Taehyung shift their gazes to you. They look grim, as if the situation was terrible to think about.

“Two hundred years ago, the city looked different”, Yoongi begins, “wolves disappeared only to show up again a few days later, maimed and drained of all blood. Vampires disappeared never to be seen again, because some revenge driven wolves hunted them down and killed them. Humans got caught in the crossfire and the witches tried to keep the peace as best as possible.”

“It was terrible. You really didn’t want to bear witness to those times”, Taehyung says.

“It got better with time, but the wolves are rooted deeply with the Parisian culture. They built this city and while the vampires say otherwise, it’s true.”

“That’s so cool, wow”, you say, “do humans know of the supernatural?”

“No. They don’t know that one group wants to kill them while the other fights to keep them safe. It’s best that they don’t know. It makes sleeping easier.”

“Woah damn, that comes as a surprise, I really thought that with how historical this city is for you guys, the humans would know.”

“There was a time where they did, but the knowledge faded more and more into fables over the centuries”, Taehyung explains.

“Mhm, it makes sense. I guess it was a little easier to believe in the supernatural back in the day”, you say.

Yoongi chuckles and looks back into the map. He points at a cross in one of the northern neighbourhoods.

“I will meet up with an important Alpha there”, he says.

“Alpha? Like in your pretend-fraternity?”

“No. A leader of a wolf pack.”

“I see. That makes more sense. Sorry, that was a stupid question.”

“Don’t apologise, my princess”, Yoongi assures you with a warm smile. One which makes your heart flutter. You lower your eyes to the map shyly, taking a sip of the delicious tea he prepared.

“And I will go there and see if I can gather some intel on Oz’ blood clubs”, Taehyung explains.

“Who is Oz?” you ask.

“One of Namjoon’s closest contacts. I interacted with him a few times and hated every second of it. You don’t want to meet him. He gets off on taking out eyes and fucking the socket.”

“What the fuck is wrong with Namjoon and his people, like genuinely?” you gasp and shudder in disgust, “this is fucking disgust. Who in their right mind would even think of something like that?”

“Trust me, he is very far from being right in the head.”

“Yeah clearly.”

“He runs the underground blood clubs in Paris and if we can figure out just where exactly they are, we could eliminate the greatest thread on the Parisians.”

“Yeah and hit Namjoon right where it hurts”, Yoongi says, lowering his eyes darkly, “he’s so fucking proud of his little business. I’ve been dreaming of the day where I finally eradicate this stupid network. I’ve never been that close to achieving it.”

“Yeah especially with the stone the witches gave me”, Hoseok says.

Your eyes shift to the small inconspicuous looking stone next to Yoongi’s palm. So that explains why this is on the table. You were wondering what it meant.

“A stone?” you ask.

“It’s a present from a witch coven a little outside of Paris”, Hoseok says, “I met with them this morning and tried to convince them to fight with us, but sadly, I wasn’t able to. They are too scared to die”, Hoseok says.

“Really? That’s a pity.”

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, “but it’s probably best they stayed away. Namjoon’s creations are unpredictable. I want to avoid people dying for this course as much as possible.”

“I agree with you”, Taehyung say and the rest of you nod your heads as well.

“And what does this stone mean?”

“I got this from the witches”, Hoseok says.

“But it’s just a stone.”

“It’s not just a stone. They said that it can be used in some sort of device? I don’t really know.”

You lift the stone into the light and inspect it with one eyes closed. You twist and turn it a few times.

“A device? It looks so normal to me.”

“It’s not. Please give it to me, it’s really rare”, Yoongi says and opens his palm for you to place the stone into.

“Oh shoot, of course. Here.”

“Thanks, princess”, he says and lets it slip into the pocket of his flannel afterwards, “if we get the rest of the ingredients, we can create a powerful weapon. Not even Namjoon will be immune to its effects.”

“Will it be deadly to him?”

“No, but paralyzing.”

“Woah I didn’t know that. That’s powerful stuff then”, Hoseok gasps, “and here I was thinking that they were messing with me.”

“No, they weren’t. Tell them thanks.”

“I will right away”, Hoseok says and pulls out his phone to type a cutely written message to the witches. He furrows his brows, “mhm”, he lets out.

“What’s wrong?”

“Seokjin just told me to call him. Give me a minute, I’ll be right back”, he says and gets up to leave the room.

You watch him until he disappears, exchanging a look.

“Do you guys think that he is okay?” you ask.

“I really hope so”, Jungkook says nervously.

“I am sure that he is”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm, let’s hope for the best and focus on the mission ahead”, Yoongi says to which the rest of you agree.

“Your plans sound awesome. I would love to see Namjoon’s stupid face once he realises what you did with the blood clubs.”

“You will. Once I catch him, you will.”

You study the map.

“And what can the rest of us do in the meantime?”

“I’ll go with Taehyung”, Jungkook says, “it’s too dangerous to go alone.”

“That sounds like a plan. What can I do?”

Yoongi scoffs, making you look at him in question. He looks amused, but in an almost mocking way.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re staying here. I don’t know why you’re even asking. It’s way too dangerous for you.”

You pout, “rude.”

“Hey”, he softens his voice, “I’m sorry, but you know that we can’t take you. You could get hurt.”

“Yeah I know”, you say, giving up with a defeated sigh, “oh, what I wouldn’t give to also be cool and strong like you guys.”

“You’re even cooler than us”, Jungkook says.

“You think so?”

He nods his head vigorously, “of course I do. You’re making sure the apartment stays safe. That’s the coolest job”, he says and grins cutely.

You snort, “thanks, I love your optimism.”

The guys leave to get ready once you finished breakfast while you stayed back to wash the dishes. You are really sad that you have to stay back. You really wanted to meet wolves. You obviously understood why you couldn’t go with Taehyung and Jungkook, but didn’t understand why you couldn’t at least come with Yoongi. He must have his reasons for it however. He wouldn’t leave you back if he didn’t have to.

You startle when two strong arms snake around your body. You tense up and let out a little squeak. 

“It’s me”, Yoongi assures you.

“Boongie”, you relax instantly, falling against his chest, “you startled me.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “at least that didn’t change.”

“You’re a meanie”, you murmur and run your hands up and down his lower arms until you land at his hands. You trace his wrist bones, resting your head against his shoulder. You sneak a glance at him as best as possible.

“I missed you”, you confess.

“You missed me?”

“Mhm, you were gone for so long.”

He snorts, “I was upstairs for twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, that’s too long.”

Yoongi stubs you with his nose and pecks your cheek.

“You’re so dramatic”, he whispers, kissing your neck gently, “go back to cleaning, I’m right here.”

“Don’t wanna”, you say, turning in his hold. You hook your arms behind his head, playing with his hair, “wanna look at you.”

Yoongi chuckles, kissing the shell of your ear. His voice tickles you nicely as he speaks in a soft whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere. Once I’m back, you can look at me all night, princess.”

“You promise?”

“Mhm, promise”, he purrs, “except for when I make your eyes roll back just for me.”

“Oh my god”, you gasp, pushing at his chest harshly, “what’s wrong with you? Don’t say that so casually!”

Yoongi smirks lazily and shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re on about”, he says nonchalantly, stepping back to prepare himself a glass of water.

“So mean”, you murmur, feeling hot all over. You turn back to the stove and scrub it with a slight pout on your lips.

Yoongi stays with you, drinking the water as he watches you work.

“What will you do today?” he asks you.

“Be bored as fuck? Can’t I come with you? Please?”

“I don’t know if this is a good idea. I’d feel a lot better if I knew you were safe here.”

“But what if I stay with you and really, really listen to what you say?”

Yoongi purses his lips as he thinks. He doesn’t give you an answer, as before he can, Taehyung and Jungkook join you. They both wear sturdy clothes.

Taehyung hurries to you and sweeps you off your feet just so he can twirl you. You squeak and giggle, holding onto his shoulders.

“Look at you”, he beams up at you, “I missed you violently upstairs.”

“You did?” you giggle.

“I did. Every second without you felt like hell.”

You fluster immensely, feeling your cheeks heat up. You giggle, lowering your head shyly.

Taehyung sets you down and cups your cheeks to tilt your head up.

“Please allow this starved man one kiss.”

“You’re such a sweet talker, Tae”, you mumble, closing your eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

Taehyung kisses you deeply. So deeply in fact that your knees buckle a little and Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“Can you guys not do that here?”

Taehyung breaks the kiss with a loud “mwuah”, sending Yoongi a playful grin.

“Are you telling me that I should deny myself of this earthly blessing?”

Yoongi lifts a finger in warning.

“Please don’t pull me into this, wannabe Shakespeare.”

Taehyung laughs and you snicker.

“You are hilarious, hyung”, he says and takes a step back.

“Come here”, Yoongi tells Jungkook and Jungkook follows.

Yoongi grips Jungkook by the back of his head, running his eyes over his body carefully.

“Did you put on the thick jacket, kiddo?” he asks.

Jungkook nods his head, “yes, hyung. And the stab proof vest so stakes can’t pierce me.”

“That’s good”, Yoongi says and ruffles Jungkook’s hair, “that’s good, kiddo.”

Jungkook smiles fondly, “thank you, hyung”, he says.

Hoseok enters the room. All eyes are on him instantly. He looks upset.

“And?” Jungkook stresses, shimmying from side to side nervously.

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, “he wants me to pick him up at the train station”

“Already?” you gasp, “but it’s barely been three days.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And? What did he say? Did he find Emma? Are they together again? What happened?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t say, but he didn’t sound happy”, Hoseok says and touches the side of his neck, “I don’t think that they’re a thing again.”

“Noo, this can’t be happening”, Jungkook says and tears up slightly, “please not Jinnie hyung.”

“No Seokjin, no”, you sag your shoulders sadly, “this is the worst day ever. I’m so sad for him. What the hell?”

“Yeah, right? I was so excited for him, but I guess it’s been too long since they saw each other. I bet they were way too different or maybe he didn’t even find her.”

“This sucks, what the hell. I’m so sad right now.”

“Me too”, Hoseok says and then looks at Yoongi, “I hope you don’t mind that I won’t come with you. I wanna be there for Jinnie when he comes back.”

“Go to him. He needs you more than I do.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Be there for our friend. He needs support”, Yoongi says.

“Thanks. I’ll try to be his best support ever”, Hoseok says and tries to diffuse the situation by cracking a stupid joke, “number one supporter Jung Hoseok”, he says and tries to laugh.

You all chuckle even if it felt a little forced.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Hoseok asks, “I’m going to the train station, but what are you gonna do?”

“I’ll come with you for now, I can meet up with the wolves later.”

“I’ll come with you too”, you say, “I want to be there for Jin when he comes back. Please Yoongi?”

“Of course, you don’t have to ask.”

“Can I come with you too?” Jungkook asks, looking at Taehyung, “I know I’m basically putting all the danger on your shoulders, but this is really important to me.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, my angel”, Taehyung assures him, “hyung, may I borrow some of your Paris students for today? I can’t change the meet up time as my source is only free today.”

“Of course. Take as many as you need, Tae”, Yoongi assures him.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll get dressed right away”, you say and leave the room.

You meet Yoongi, Jungkook and Hoseok by the door. Yoongi is in the middle of putting on a beanie on Jungkook’s head, murmuring about him needing to stay warm while Jungkook looks at him with sparkly eyes.

“Where’s Tae?”  you ask them.

“He already left. He told us to tell you that he loves you and he hopes that you have a lovely day”, Hoseok explains.

“No, I wanted to give him a kiss before he leaves, but thank you Hobi.”

“Of course”, Hoseok says and grins cutely.

Yoongi steps closer to you then and wraps a scarf around you.

“You should stay warm, princess”, he says.

“You’re so cute”, you say, feeling your heart flutter.

Yoongi finishes with a quiet hum and a nod of his head, stepping back after caressing your cheek with his hand. He is truly the most precious person.

You leave the house together.

“Do you guys wanna get some coffee for our journey?” Hoseok offers.

Yoongi looks at you, “what do you say, princess? Do you want some tea?”

You nod your head.

“Funky. Let’s go together then.”

“Yeah okay”, you say and let Hoseok guide you down the stairs by your elbow.

“We should put some caffeine into our system”, he says, holding Jungkook’s hand by his other side, “should we stop for croissants? I bet they’re really yummy in Paris.”

You shake your head, “I already ate, I’m really good, unless you want to go.”

“I do. Your breakfast looked so good, now I’m craving croissants too.”

“Then we can go, of course.”

Yoongi joins your side, “why didn’t you guys wait for me?” he asks.

“Oh? Sorry hyung, we thought that you were already following us.”

“I was locking the place”, with a little twirl he walks in front of you, having his back turned to the road ahead, “Hoseok’s right. We should get food and drinks. They’re on me. What do you guys want?” he says, touching both your and Jungkook’s upper arm.

“I don’t know yet”, you both say.

“Hoba, what do you want?” Yoongi asks.

“Croissants. ___’s breakfast looked delicious.”

“Good. Croissants it is. Kookie, do you want to look up a good place for it?”

“Yes, I could do that”, Jungkook says, pulling out his phone. He starts typing with a concentrated pout as looses himself in his task of finding the best place close by.

Yoongi changes spots, returning to your side.

“Can I hold your hand?” he asks.

You intertwine your fingers instantly, thumb caressing his skin softly. He swings your arms back and forth, nudging you with his shoulder gently. You look at him and the little grin he sends you. You can’t help but smile. He is so cute.

Now victorious in his task of making you smile, Yoongi walks easier, holding your hand while Jungkook keeps reporting about the different croissant places. There is one just down the block which sells crispy croissants but which is way too expensive. Then another two metro stops north which is cheaper but which doesn’t have the best reviews. And another which sounded nice at first until Jungkook said that the owner had the reputation of being a rude Parisian. You decide on taking the metro a few stops closer to the train station and then visiting a café which was on the way. Jungkook says that the reviews were all good and the prices even better.

You board the train and walk to an empty seat. The others let you sit while they position themselves in front of you. Yoongi claims the spot right in front of you, reaching up to twist one of the handles to hold on. Not that something like a moving train can affect vampires, so you realise as both Jungkook and Hoseok stand perfectly still when the train starts moving rather sudden, while the humans around them sway and stumble in search for balance. Yoongi only sways because a random passenger accidentally stumbled back and pushed their backbag into him.

They apologise by sending Yoongi a judgmental look over their shoulder. Yoongi sends it right back, then turns to look at you. Your eyes are fixated outside, but lock with Yoongi in the reflection of the window. He gives you a little grin, one that only really lifts the corners of his lips. You turn your head, now actually looking at him. Yoongi switches his gaze to you as well, smile growing when you slip your hand between his legs just so you can hold onto his thigh as the train makes you sway. You rest your head against his thigh, turning it to leave one little kiss on him and then it is already back to resting against him. Yoongi places his hand on the top of your head, caressing you with his thumb as gently as possible. 

You leave the metro station after five stops. A slight wind picked up. The café is just down the street according to the map on Jungkook’s phone screen.

“Do you guys already know what you’ll be getting?” Hoseok says.

“Of course I do. I checked the menu online and they have five different types of croissants. I want to get the walnut cinnamon one and the regular one”, Jungkook says.

“Ooh JK, you did your research like always”, Hoseok coos, patting his upper back.

“Yeah”, Jungkook says shyly.

“That’s our Kookie. You can trust that he’ll do the best job”, Yoongi says, making Jungkook smile bashfully. 

Yoongi holds the door open for the rest of you. A stranger slips inside as well, thanking Yoongi with a dismissive nod of his head. He hurries straight to the counter, cutting you in line.

“Rude”, Hoseok murmurs, sticking his tongue out at him when he isn’t looking.

“They’re all entitled cunts here”, Yoongi murmurs.

“Yeah? Have you been to Paris before?”

“Mhm. Too many times. I always hated it.”

“It’s because he only spent his time in hotel rooms”, you say, sending him a teasing look.

Yoongi scoffs, “you don’t know that.”

“You said so yourself.”

Yoongi studies your face. He smiles softly and gives you a gentle nudge.

“Just order your food, princess”, he says fondly, “it’s your turn.”

You go for one regular and one with extra butter. While Hoseok takes one with chocolate and a big cup off iced coffee. Yoongi orders coffee as well while you order a hot chocolate. Jungkook doesn’t order a drink, but will regret it later and buy a can of coke from a street vending machine.

You don’t stay at the café. Instead you wander to the metro station slowly. Yoongi is holding your hand and carries the regular croissant in his jacket pocket so once you finished the butter one, you can finish this one too. He keeps it in a paper bag. You really like the croissant. Jungkook and Hoseok like it too and Yoongi says that the coffee is a little too sweet but that the milk saves it. He already finished the coffee once you board the train again and you are on your second croissant, chewing on it happily.

This time around, there are four spots empty. You all sit down. The train starts a few moments later.

“And this one will take us straight to the train station, right?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, according to the plan it will”, Jungkook says, looking it up on his phone.

“You have net down here?” you ask, checking your phone, “how? My phone says only emergency calls are allowed.”

“I took a screenshot of the plan. I’m a genius like that.”

“Our Jungkookie like always”, Hoseok coos, placing his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. He relaxes with a sigh, stretching out his legs.

You wiggle your hand between Yoongi’s arm and his body, intertwining your fingers with him seconds later. He sneaks a glance at you.

“I like holding your hand”, you say, painting fondness on his face.

“Me too”, Yoongi murmurs then sneaks a shy glance at Hoseok and Jungkook. 

They seem more interested in what is happening outside than you holding hands. 

“Are you guys going somewhere after we meet Jin? Are you still meeting with the Alpha?” Hoseok asks, finally changing his gaze to you and Yoongi. He sees your locked hands but doesn’t say anything. Why should he? You two were dating and that means mandatory hand holding whilst sitting . He is a little surprised however at Yoongi’s willingness to be publicly affectionate. Now bear in mind, Hoseok always knew that the Creator had a hidden soft side. After all, he knows you and he knows that you wouldn’t fall so goddamn deep for someone who wasn’t gentle or soft. So Hoseok always knew that Yoongi was a secret softie, but seeing him so openly affectionate with you still feels peculiar to him. Peculiar but also really nice. You and Yoongi seem so happy with each other. Hoseok likes that.

“Yes. Maël from the wolf tribes”, Yoongi says.

“Oh. Oh. Oh?”

“What?”

“The Alpha you’re meeting is Maël? The Maël?”

“Yeah…why?” Yoongi cocks up his right brow.

“Because he is a legend. Hello?”

“He is a legend? Why is he a legend?” Jungkook asks what you were wondering as well.

“He is the biggest deal as far as underground raves are concerned. I heard that the wolves of this city run the best raves ever. I never got into one because they’re so exclusive”, Hoseok explains, “did you hear that too, hyung?”

Yoongi nods his head, “Maël’s a little too old for that these days. It’s mostly his grandson who’s passionate for that type of crap.”

“It’s not crap. Have you ever been on one of the wolves’ raves?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“You were?” Hoseok gasps.

“Yes. It sucked.”

“Why? It’s the wolves’ rave”, Hoseok widens his eyes.

“So? It was loud and they started wrestling one hour in. Have you ever been in the middle of wolves wrestling it out?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“It’s not fun. I got bitten twice. It took me three days to heal from that shit.”

“Woah okay that’s so cool. You can actually heal from their bite?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, sadly.”

“Hey”, you nudge his thigh harshly, “don’t say that.”

“Sorry”, he mumbles guiltily.

“No, but you don’t get how cool that is, ___”, Hoseok says, “I knew a vampire, who knew a vampire whose cousin, who was also a vampire, died after a werewolf bit him. Did you guys know that our magic does not go well with their magic? His whole body turned into one giant blister before he literally exploded. This is so nasty. Imagine that happening to you.”

You pull a grimace of disgust, “that does sound awful.”

“It was awful. Thankfully I didn’t have to see it”, Hoseok says and laughs, “and you healed from it, hyung?”

“Yes.”

“Fascinating. Did you also turn into a giant blister?”

“No, but my arm was twice its size and hurt like hell.”

“Amazing”, Hoseok whispers, “you can seriously heal from everything, can’t you?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“Is there anything that can actually kill you?”

“Why would I tell you that in public where everyone can hear us?”

“You’ve got a point”, Hoseok says, looking around with squinted eyes, “there could be spies everywhere.” Hoseok settles back in his seat, “I still can’t believe that you called their rave crap.”

“It was crap.”

“You have no taste in great parties. Tzt, I’m so jealous I want to go to one too.”

“Come with us and I’ll ask Maël to let us in. I’m not saving your ass when you get bit though.”

Hoseok chuckles, “no, I’m alright. I don’t want to mess with wolves.”

“Yeah, it’s probably safer for you to stay away from them. I don’t want you to get bit”, Yoongi says, turning his head to look outside. Not that there is lots to see outside. Just darkness and the occasional flash of an emergency light when the train passes by one.

The drive to the train station takes around twenty minutes and by the time the metro rolls into its stop, the cabin is stuffed with people. Most of them are accompanied by their suitcases or travel bags while some seemed to be squished between them with their work attire on. Yoongi leads the way, fighting his way through the crowd whilst holding your hand tightly. Hoseok holds your other hand in order not to get lost and Jungkook is left with apologising duty to the poor people Yoongi pushes out of the way.

You gather in a little circle once you found a calmer spot on the metro platform.

“So what now?” Yoongi asks, looking at Hoseok.

“His train should be on platform four. He said that it’ll be here by two”, Hoseok says, checking the huge clock on the station wall, “that’s in five minutes. We gotta hurry.”

“I saw the sign for platform four back there”, you say, pointing over Jungkook’s head.

They look at where you are pointing.

“Awesome perception, ___. Let’s go”, Hoseok says, stomping off with confidence.

You follow him, matching his tempo as best as possible.

Jungkook walks between you and Hoseok.

“Do you guys think that he will be alright?” he asks.

“I can’t say”, you say, “did he say if he found Emma?”

“No, he just said that he’ll come to Paris today”, Hoseok says.

“We just have to wait with lots of hugs”, Jungkook says, nodding his head, “we have to be there for him, you guys.”

“Of course, I’m so ready to snuggle him”, you say.

“Totally, my arms are ready to engulf him”, Hoseok says, giving his own chest a little tap.

“Maybe he found her”, Yoongi says, “you never know.”

“Totally, let’s hope for the best”, you agree to which Jungkook and Hoseok nod their heads.

You reach the platform by walking up two flights of stairs and a long tunnel where advertisements greet you in flashing lights and colourful posters. Although there is more space, the crowds don’t become any less dense. Chatter in different languages surrounds you, barely audible announcements cut through it every now and then and sometimes the ringing of a bell whenever a train leaves its platform can be heard.

You pass by a donut booth, eyeing the sweet treats. Yoongi offers to buy you one if you want to, to which you deny him with a fond smile. He then proceeds to blush and squeeze your hand gently.

Platform four is surprisingly less busy than you imagined it to be. There were still many people waiting for the train, but the almost suffocating busyness of the rest of the station ceased to exist.

You arrive just in time for the bell to ring and for the announcer to welcome the train.

“He’s here”, Jungkook gasps, bouncing on the spot, “guys, I’m so nervous.”

“Same”, Hoseok says, intertwining his fingers with Jungkook. The latter gives him a soft squeeze and then continues rocking back and forth on his heels and toes.

The train stops with a loud squeak. The door opens just moments later. Crowds and crowds of people leave it, all seeming so busy with their lives.

“Can you guys see him?” you asks, getting on your tiptoes just to see better.

“Not yet”, Jungkook says with squinted eyes.

“Should we get closer?” Hoseok suggests.

“Maybe.”

“I see him”, Yoongi says, lifting his arm to point down at the platform.

“Where?”

“There.”

“I see him too”, Jungkook says and then gasps, “oh my god there is a woman next to him!”

She is smiling while he is talking. Her steps are filled with a happy skip, making her yellow dress dance. The colour suits the dark colour of her afro so very well, practically making her glow in the sunlight. They are holding hands.

“Is that Emma?” you gasp.

“I guess. Holy shit, that’s so fucking awesome”, Hoseok says and lifts his arm to wave, “Seokjin! Emma!” he calls out loudly.

Seokjin and Emma turn upon hearing his call. Their eyes light up.

Seokjin lifts his arm and waves back. Emma does the same seconds later, showing off her teeth in a bright smile.

You begin to run, Seokjin and Emma begin to run. You all meet in the middle. Hoseok and Jungkook fall around Seokjin’s neck instantly, hugging their friend as if they haven’t seen him in hundreds of years.

“You found her, hyung!” Jungkook squeals, crying the happiest tears.

“I can’t believe you actually did it”, Hoseok laughs.

Seokjin smiles, hugging them tightly, “I did. I missed you guys.”

“We missed you too, hyungie”, the two vampires say in unison and seconds later the three begin jumping in a circle whilst singing a nonsense song about being reunited again. It is beyond adorable to watch.

You and Yoongi welcome Emma.

“You must be Emma. Hello”, you say, offering her your hand to shake.

“And you must be ___, hello”, she says in a sweet voice, shaking your hand, “Seokjin told me all about you guys”, she says and looks at Yoongi, “we know each other already. Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I do”, Yoongi shakes her hand, “it’s good to see that you are doing well.”

“I am. Now even better”, she says, turning to Seokjin who just this moment leaves the group hug. He looks at you and Yoongi and smiles. Yoongi retorts it with a nod of his head.

“I’m so happy for you, Jinnie”, you say, opening your arms for a hug.

One that Seokjin retorts happily, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“I’m so happy too”, he says, “how are you doing?”

“I’m good. Now even better”, you break away so you can smile at him, “I bet you guys are so happy to be reunited again.”

“We are”, Seokjin intertwines his fingers with Emma, “please look at her. She is the most beautiful woman on earth”, he says and laughs squeakily, wiggling on the spot.

“You’re flustering me”, Emma says, lowering her gaze shyly.

“Waah you two are so cute”, Hoseok coos and nudges Seokjin’s side, “you have to tell us everything. Was it difficult to find each other? Did you know who you were instantly?” he asks as your reunited group begins strutting down the platform to the exit.

“Of course we did. I saw him and knew exactly who he was”, Emma says. 

“Yes? God, that sounds so romantic. Did you guys talk a lot?” Jungkook asks.

“We did more crying than talking didn’t we?” Emma asks in a sweet giggle.

Seokjin chuckles, nodding his head. 

“I was such a mess, you guys. I saw her through her shop window and instantly bawled my eyes out. She had to be the one to discover me and come outside to get me. It was so embarrassing.”

“No, don’t say that my tulip”, Emma says, nudging his arm gently, “I was as much of a mess as he was. I thought that I would never see him again and then there he was right in front of my shop. I couldn’t believe my luck.”

“This sounds so romantic, all of it”, Jungkook gushes, “like a real life fairytale.”

Emma and Seokjin exchange a loving gaze. They both look whipped for each other. 

“But I gotta scold you for a moment, hyung”, Hoseok says. 

“Why?” Seokjin asks.

“Why did you make it sound as if you were unsuccessful? Seriously, we were already imagining the worst things.”

“It was Emma’s idea”, Seokjin confesses and the two lovebirds snicker mischievously, “we wanted to mess with you guys.”

“What?” Hoseok gasps dramatically, “you big meanies! We were so worried for you”, he whines loudly.

Emma and Seokjin laugh.

“I’m sorry, bro”, Seokjin nudges Hoseok’s arm, “the opportunity was too big not to grasp it.”

“I hope you aren’t upset”, Emma says.

“I guess I’m not, wah so mean”, Hoseok pouts, “well, I’m happy that you guys both arrived safely. You have to tell us everything. And I mean everything.”

And so Seokjin and Emma give you every little detail. Emma tells you about Seokjin bringing tulips and Seokjin confesses that he almost passed out in nervousness when handling them to her. They snicker when they tell you that they both cried miserably whilst making dinner later that night because we they were so happy to be reunited again. They hold each other closer when they come to the part of the story where they tell about how they talked all night and cuddled and you all melted in fondness as their love could be felt by everyone. Hoseok tries to ask if they had sex too, which earned him a gentle slap to the back by Seokjin and a teasing remark by Yoongi. Seokjin then spent a good minute trying to explain to Emma that Hoseok sometimes is way too nosy for his own good and Emma snickered.

You boarded the metro together and chatted the entire way, not caring about whether or not the other passengers were annoyed by your talking. You just wanted to catch up and get to know each other. Emma tells you about her flower fields which she needs for her perfumes and you tell her about your love for gardening. You also talk a lot about flowers and your shared interest in them. You liked Emma even more afterwards and she did the same. Yoongi also asks her if she managed to learn control to which she tells the very thrilling story of how she met her best friend and business partner Genevieve, another Glutton, and that she taught her all about control. Yoongi tells her that he was happy that she did and then he apologises for not being able to help her in the past to which Emma assures him that there was nothing to forgive with a lovely smile.

The busy crowd of the metro station breaks up once you are out on the streets again. The wind of before stopped, now bright sunlight shines down on you, forcing the vampires to take out their sunglasses and put them on.

“What do you guys say to food?” Jungkook asks, “should we go somewhere? Preferably somewhere with less sunlight.”

“Oh that sounds lovely, I would love to go”, Emma says, nodding her head.

“You guys should go without me”, Yoongi says.

“Are you leaving already?” Hoseok asks, “no hyung, stay”, he whines.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I can’t. I’ll meet you guys later. Maël is waiting for me.”

“Ah yeah, I get that. Totally. It’s sad, we would have loved to have you with us.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly, touching the side of his neck. He doesn’t know how to show it, but Hoseok’s words make him feel really happy.

“Who is Maël?” Seokjin asks.

“A really important werewolf, who'll help us with Namjoon.”

“Werewolves?” Emma gasps, “I thought that we shouldn’t get close to them because of their bite.”

“Yes. That’s why I’ll go alone.”

“Why? Isn’t it dangerous for you?”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“But if they bite you, you’ll die.”

“He can’t die. He's a Creator”, Hoseok explains.

“A Creator? Wow okay”, Emma exhales loudly, “that…wow.”

Yoongi gives her a shy smile.

“Now where do you guys wanna go? I’m in the mood for steak, what do you think?” Hoseok asks, taking out his phone to look for a good place.

“Steak sounds amazing”, Jungkook gasps, “Emma, do you like steak?”

“Yes, I do. I think it’s best when it’s rare.”

The vampires chuckle.

“I think so too”, Jungkook says and grins cutely.

Emma retorts it happily.

You inch closer to Yoongi, calling his attention by tugging at the sleeve of his jacket.

“Can I come with you?”

“Do you not want to go with the others?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“I’ll meet them later with you. I…” you lower your eyes shyly, “I want to meet werewolves”, you confess.

“You do?”

“Yes. Please can I come with you? Please Boongie?”

Yoongi studies you from head to toe and clicks his tongue.

“Fine. Why not? It shouldn’t be dangerous”, he says, nodding his head.

You smile, “thank you. I promise that I’ll listen.”

Yoongi chuckles, pinching your cheek gently, “I know. Fine, let’s go. Maël hates waiting.”

“Wait. Are you leaving too?” Hoseok gasps.

You nod your head, “I really want to meet werewolves.”

“Wah you guys are both leaving. Our group won’t feel the same without you”, Hoseok whines and steps closer to pat your and Yoongi’s arms, “please be careful, you guys.”

“You too. Call me if you need anything”, Yoongi says.

“You too”, Hoseok says, “should we meet up at a bar once you’re done?”

You exchange a look with Yoongi. He nods his head, saying what you were thinking as well. 

“We could do that.”

“Funky. I'll text you guys the deets once we know more.”

“Sounds like a plan”, you say, “you guys eat lots and yummy. Yeah?”

“We will. You guys try not to get killed by wolves.”

You and Yoongi chuckle. 

“We will”, Yoongi says, taking your hand, “come now, princess. We should leave.”

And after one last round of goodbyes, you finally turn to go your separate ways. They strut down the streets while you and Yoongi take the metro again. The cart is filled with people and you end up having to stand by the doors. Yoongi stands completely still despite various movements of the train, while you find your support by holding onto his waist. You don’t talk a lot because the stuff you could talk about most definitely would sound worrisome to the common person. Werewolves, vampires and witches. It’s too dangerous to talk about that kind of stuff next to normal humans. Especially because between those humans, enemies of all sorts could linger.

Your journey ends just a little outside of Paris. The neighbourhood was still dense with buildings and bustling with life, but one could feel the easiness of suburban life. The almost suffocating maximalism of the inner city has ceased to exist.

“It’s so pretty here”, you say, looking around the streets.

“You think so? It looks normal to me”, Yoongi says, holding your hands.

“I think it’s pretty”, you give him a sweet smile, “it’s almost feels like the Paris date you promised me.”

Yoongi smiles and scoffs, “you’re such a liar sometimes. I never promised you anything.”

You snicker.

“So are those wolves dangerous?” you ask him.

“Not to humans. To vampires very much.”

“What? But that means you’re in danger.”

“I can handle it, don’t worry. Maël knows that I’m coming.”

“I see. So we won’t be attacked?”

“I can’t guarantee that, so stay close. Yeah?”

“Yes, okay.”

Yoongi and you cross a bridge. A small canal – around ten meters of width – digs its way into the environment under your feet. There are a few people relaxing by the river bed, catching the warm rays of sunlight.

“We just entered their territory”, Yoongi tells you.

“Really? Was the bridge the border?”

“Yeah. The canal’s where their territory ends.”

“What happens to vampires that cross this border?”

“Depends. Most vampires know the wolves’ territory and stay away. The ones who cross mostly have bad intentions and get eliminated by the wolves and the ones who don’t, get around five seconds of fucking off again.”

“I see. So do vampires and wolves not get along in general or is it just in Paris?”

“There has always been a certain distaste between our races, but the rivalry is stronger in Paris. The vampires say that they were first here, while the wolves say the same thing. There was a time once where the wolves owned everything north of the Seine while the vampires owned the southern neighbourhoods, but it’s gotten better over the centuries. These days, it’s only a few neighbourhoods which are owned by vampires or wolves and the clans tend to stay away from each other.”

“I see. So why do you guys dislike each other?”

“Vampires hate the wolves because their bite can kill and more often than not, it’s the wolves who break up blood parties to save innocent lives. Wolves hate vampires because they kill humans and more often than not, they like to crash their raves for easy prey. Honestly, I agree with the wolves. Most vampires are bastards”, Yoongi says and clicks his tongue in distaste.

“I see. But you’re not a bastard”, you say.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, “thanks, I guess.”

“Mhm”, you say, giving his arm a little hug, “thank you for telling me all of this and for taking me with you. I still think that it’s so fascinating that magic and supernatural races are real, so thank you for educating me. I really like learning about you and the other races.”

“No worries. You should learn”, Yoongi says, nodding his head in contentment. He shows you one of his cute smiles, the kind which puffs out his cheeks and which only really tugs up the corners of his lips. He tugs you closer. “Don’t startle”, he says.

“What do you- ah!” you scream up and stumble back as someone lands right in front of you. On all fours. They lift their head, revealing a human man’s face to your eyes. His lower face is covered in a thick, long beard and his eyes glow golden.

“What’s a bloodsucker and a human doing in our territory?” he growls, sniffing your legs loudly.

You sneak a panicky glance at Yoongi then at the man sniffing your legs.

“What are you doing here?” the man asks, moving his head closer to your middle. Not in a sexual way, but it still makes you feel weird.

“Back off, please”, you say, inching closer to Yoongi to escape that weirdo’s nose.

The man stands up, towering over you and Yoongi significantly. His muscles are stretching the material of his shirt, his lower arms are revealed enough to show off the thick hair on them. His nails are long and sharp. Is this one of the wolves?

“You have five seconds to explain yourselves and then I’ll get violent”, he warns.

“And you have four seconds to be a good fucking doggy and take us to Maël”, Yoongi says dryly.

“I’ll kill you”, the man spits, exposing his wolf fangs in a loud growl.

You flinch back, while Yoongi stays calm.

“Beau, stop that”, a man’s deep voice cuts through the air.

The werewolf looks over his shoulder. An elderly man is walking to you. A walking stick keeps him supported. Heavy golden rings glisten on his hairy fingers and buried deep in his exposed chest hair, golden chains glimmer. He looks wealthy and important.

“That’s no way to greet our guests”, he speaks.

“Oh?” Beau looks at you then Yoongi, “forgive me, I thought you were trespassers.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, “one of yours?” he asks the elderly wolf.

“It’s nice to see you too, old friend”, the man says, finally reaching your side. He bows at Yoongi, getting helped back up by Beau afterwards.

“It’s good to see you too, Maël. You got old as fuck”, Yoongi says.

Maël laughs.

“I can’t deny that I have. That’s what two whole centuries do to you”, he says, “now come. We prepared drinks. Do you still enjoy whiskey?”

“Yes, it’s good.”

“Perfect. Beau is brewing it himself”, Maël says, “he is Mary’s son and my favourite grandchild.”

“Don’t say that, pépé. The others are going to believe it again and bite me”, Beau complains. He is walking between Yoongi and Maël to keep a distance between the vampire and his grandfather. Just in case. Yoongi is the first vampire he doesn’t kill within seconds of meeting him. Normally, he is always leading his pack into fights with perverted bloodsuckers and their disgusting blood parties. He thinks the little vampire to be both fascinating and highly suspicious. How can someone that tiny feel so powerful? And why is a human by his side willingly? Beau wonders as he listens to his grandfather talk.

Maël laughs, “I’m only joking. I love all my grandchildren equally.”

You reach a big three story building. The doors are open. The inside smells old, but well loved. There are people in every room. Old and young, man and woman and all of them with golden eyes and thick hair covering various parts of their bodies. There was conversation before, but it stops when you enter. Loud sniffing and low growling fills the rooms. Golden eyes follow Yoongi suspiciously and study you curiously. You clutch Yoongi’s hand as tightly as possible, trying not to make eye contact just in case one of them sees it as provocation.

“Let’s go upstairs to my office. The pack’s not used to visitors. Especially not a vampire”, Maël says, stepping into the opened elevator at the end of the hallway.

“Sir”, another wolf greets him, placing himself by Maël’s left side while Beau takes the right.

“Marcel”, Maël greets him, “he is Lucille’s son.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi says and gives the wolf a nod of his head.

The latter returns it with suspicion in his golden eyes.

Beau presses the button. The elevator closes and begins to move, filling the air with its mechanical hum.

“A vampire and a human. I must say, I am surprised that you surround yourself with humans, Min Yoongi”, Maël studies you, “may I ask for your name, mademoiselle?”

“___. It’s nice to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual. How come that you find yourself in the company of a vampire, especially that of Min Yoongi, mademoiselle?”

“Uhm”, you hesitate, glancing at Yoongi. Can you expose your relationship status or will this mean your harm?

Yoongi nods his head.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Maël lifts his brows in surprise. The elevator stops. The doors open.

“Who would have thought”, he murmurs and leaves the small space. His grandsons follow him, keeping their hands folded on their back nonchalantly.

The hallway to Maël’s office is long and with red carpet cushioning your steps. Dark wooden wainscoting covers the walls.

Two more wolves join in the hallway, claiming their spots behind you to tail you. You sneak a glance at them and draw closer to Yoongi.

“Was this the right thing to say?” you ask him in a whisper so hopefully only he can hear you.

“Yes.”

“Okay”, you say, seeking him when yet another pair of wolves begins tailing you.

Yoongi places his arm around your waist.

“One thing you need to know about me is that I would never take you with me if there is potential for danger”, he says calmly.

You understand what he means by that. The wolves may look scary, but this is safe and will stay safe. It should have been obvious already once Yoongi allowed you to expose your relationship status.

You relax in an exhale.

“Come in. Sit”, Maël says, revealing his office to you. Modern paintings against dark wainscoting and wooden furniture with metal decorations. It looks expensive. The scent of whiskey and unlit tobacco hangs in the air. There are three more wolves in the office. All of them women of remarkable stature. They played cards before, but stop to watch you and Yoongi with curious eyes. Their noses move as they take in your scents.

“Why is there a vampire in our territory, pépé?” one of them asks.

“He is our guest, dear Michelle”, Maël explains, “for now at least.”

“I see. Good day”, Michelle says and gives Yoongi a nod of her head.

Yoongi retorts it. The three wolves look back into their games of cards.

“My granddaughters. They are remarkable fighter”, Maël explains.

“I see that your family’s thriving”, Yoongi says.

“Oh yes. The Seville Pack is not going to die out soon”, Maël says and sits down on the chair behind his desk while his two grandsons take the space behind the chair, golden eyes glued to Yoongi. You and Yoongi sit down opposite of Maël. The other wolves stay by the door while one places himself right behind Yoongi just in case.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at him then at Maël.

“I see that you’ve also tightened security”, he says.

“Call it elderly paranoia, but I plan to be taken by age”, Maël says.

“Mhm, judging by how you look, it won’t be long.”

Maël laughs, Yoongi lets out what sounds like a laugh. The wolf waves Beau to him with a flick of his wrist.

“Yes, pépé?”

“Prepare our guests a glass.”

“Yes.”

“You do drink mademoiselle, don’t you?”

“Yes, uh, not too much though.”

“You heard her, son.”

“Yes.”

“Good”, Maël says, turning his attention back to Yoongi, “so you have finally found your mate.”

“Yes.”

Maël chuckles, “it was about time.”

“Mhm. How is Lili?” Yoongi asks.

“Splendid. Thank you for asking. She sends her greetings.”

“Thanks. The honour’s all mine.”

Beau returns with the whiskey. He gives you the first one. Yoongi gets the second and Maël gets the last.

“Let’s get started”, he says, lifting his glass, “to another good business with you.”

Yoongi lifts his glass, “to good business.”

They clink glasses. Maël offers it to you next.

“Oh yeah, uh. To good business”, you stutter, clinking glasses with him clumsily.

They drink on it. You do the same, swallowing down the gag threatening to come out. This is so strong, burning your throat as it runs down to your stomach. You can feel it sit in your belly. Hot like fire. You really don’t like it.

Yoongi and Maël seem unaffected, setting their glasses down simultaneously.

“How many?” Maël asks. His voice carries stern seriousness.

“A hundred and ten”, Yoongi answers him with just as much professionalism in his voice.

Their deal must have started. You listen with bated breath.

“How sure are you?”

“Very.”

“Source?”

“Fredrick. Confirmed by my people in Paris.”

“Mhm.”

You have a rough understanding of what they are talking about, listening intently. You find it fascinating to watch Yoongi work.

“What do you need?”

“Fighter.”

“How many?”

“How many can you spare?”

Maël taps his long nails on the desk while Yoongi taps his fingers on the glass. Maël takes a sip of his whiskey.

“Twenty”, he says.

“Good. I take it.”

“Not so fast. What do I get in return?”

“Salvation.”

“Salvation?” Maël laughs.

“Blood clubs are getting popular. Humans keep disappearing. You hate that shit, I do too.”

They drink in agreement.

“Bad for business and it fucks with your morals. We both know, it’s Namjoon’s doing. I want him gone and in return I’ll help you with getting rid of his vermin.”

“And I bring the fighter?”

“Yes.”

Maël scoffs, “how many do you bring?” he asks.

“Seven.”

“Continue.”

“My Paris sources.”

“Ages? Kinds?”

“Ripper, both of them. A thousand and five hundred.”

“And the rest?”

“Two Normals. Eight hundred and two hundred.”

“Continue.”

“A Glutton. Close to a hundred.”

“Good.”

“One Youngster.”

“Mhm”, Maël grimaces in distaste.

“And a training Ripper.”

Maël stops in his task of lifting the glass, eyes locked on Yoongi’s face. He seems impressed.

"Can he lose control if he wants to?"

"Yes. I won’t let him though. He's strong enough."

"Mhm. Do you trust them?”

“Yes.”

“With your life?”

“Yes.”

“With your mate’s life?”

Yoongi looks at you. He clenches his jaw.

“Five of them, yes.”

“Five you say.”

“They’re good fighter. Trained by me.”

“Mhm.”

Yoongi drinks, staring at Maël with an unfaltering, confident look. Maël drinks, setting his glass down. He taps his nails on the wood twice.

“Then it seems that we have a deal”, Maël says and finally lift his glass to his lips.

Yoongi drinks. He finishes his drink, setting it down loudly.

“When do you need them?” Maël asks.

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Good. They’ll be ready.”

“Good.”

Maël gets up from his chair. He turns his back to you and struts to the window to look at the city, “you know the way.”

Yoongi gets up, fixing his leather jacket.

“It’s been an honour making business with you, Maël”, he says, glancing at you. He signals you to get up with a nod of his head.

“Oh? We’re leaving?” you stumble to your feet.

Yoongi reaches for your untouched glass and downs it in one go. He stares into your eyes as he does, making you gulp. He sets it back down, glancing at Maël.

“Don’t die”, he says dryly.

Maël chuckles, “don’t kill your mate.”

Yoongi takes your hand, “let’s go, princess.”

“It, uh, it was nice meeting you all”, you say, allowing Yoongi to guide you to the door.

“The honour was all mine, mademoiselle”, Maël says, turning just so he can bow at you. You can see him just long enough to watch him lift his head and flash you his long canines in a mischievous grin and then the door falls closed.

“Come. We should leave”, Yoongi says, quickening his steps.

“Are we in danger?”

“No. They still don’t like me being here. It's best we leave quickly”, he says.

You step inside the elevator.

He presses the button. You hold his arm instantly. Yoongi studies your face. 

“They wouldn’t hurt you. Wolves cherish human life and protect the humans living in their territory as if they were part of the pack. You don’t have to be scared.”

“What about you?”

“As long as I behave according to their rules, I’ll be fine.”

“What are their rules?”

“No bloodshed, no show of strength and get the fuck out of wolf territory as quickly as possible.”

“But they know that you came for a deal with Maël, don’t they?”

“Yes. Deal’s been made though. My purpose here’s been fulfilled. I’m not under his protection anymore.”

The elevator arrives, the doors open.

“So what does that mean?”

“Means we gotta leave. Come, it’s not far”, Yoongi says, taking your hand to hurry out of the mansion in big steps. You don’t miss the deathly glares the wolves send his way. They hold back for now, still carrying enough respect in the deal to allow Yoongi to leave in peace. 

The doors to the mansion close behind you once you are outside. Yoongi hurries down the street, carrying seriousness on his face. 

“Do you really think that we are safe?”

“Yes. Don’t slow down.”

Someone howls behind you. 

“What was that?” 

“Trouble.” 

“Trouble?”

“Hold on tight.”

“What are you- ah!” you yelp as Yoongi picks you up and then runs. The world is blurry instantly, you clutch him tightly. The howling grows in volume. You could have sworn that you saw a greyish shadow follow you, but the surrounding world is too blurry to recognize anything. Another loud howl. The grey shadow appears again. Wait a second. There is someone following you. One of the wolves.

“Yoongi, there is someone following us”, you gasp. 

“I know”, Yoongi says and jumps, making you screech because you expected everything but not for him to leap over the canal. 

He stops and turns, setting you down carefully. 

The grey shadow stops, becoming clear to your eyes. Beau. He is smiling at you from the other side, but carries enough murder in his golden eyes to let you know that he was not playing.

Yoongi lifts his hand to wave at him. Beau waves back.

“See you tomorrow, Min Yoongi”, he says. 

“See you, Beau. Your whiskey’s good.”

“Thanks, ami”, Beau grins, “you’re slower than I thought you were.”

“Cut me some slack, I had my woman in my arms.”

Beau laughs, “see you, man”, he says and salutes at him, “mademoiselle”, he addresses you, bowing deeply.

“Uh yeah”, you say, giving him a hesitant wave. 

He turns and disappears as quickly as he appeared. Just the very distant howling can be heard once and then it’s just the two of you. 

You look at Yoongi. 

“Was he trying to kill you right now?”

“Yes”, Yoongi says.

“Okay? Uhm. Not creepy at all.”

Yoongi takes your hand, “come. We’re safe for now.”

“Do you not think that this was creepy?”

“You’re so cute”, Yoongi says, pulling you in to drape his arm over your shoulder. 

“I think that it was scary. I’m all shaken up now.”

“Don’t be. We’re safe now”, he says, kissing your temple, “you did really well with the holding on, my princess. You’re okay, yeah?”

“I'm okay, just a little shaken up.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I should have warned you, but I had to act fast.”

“It's okay, I’m not mad at you”, you gaze at him, “it's actually really hot that you can carry me.”

Yoongi sends you a fond look, pinching your cheek gently.

“You're so cute”, he whispers, tracing your lips, “keep that shit up and I’ll show you what this gets you.”

“What does it get me, mhm?”

Yoongi stops and cups your cheek, tilting your head so he can lean closer and kiss your lips. Except that he doesn’t. He lets you think that he will, but he ends up leaving you hanging, aching for a kiss. 

“Keep it up and you'll find out”, he rasps, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

Truly, for a second you consider opening your mouth just to take in his thumb. He’s got you so whipped. 

Tragically for you, Yoongi steps back, leaving you with a needy ache in your tummy. 

“Now let’s get back to the others”, he says, continuing his walk, “did Hobi text you the details already?”

“Let me check”, you say, pulling out your phone, “he did. Peony. That’s the name of the bar. Look, the address.”

Yoongi reads it, “I think that’s on the north side. Can you look it up?”

“Yes. I will.”

“Mhm, good”, Yoongi says, pulling out his phone, “huh?”

“Why? What’s wrong?” you sneak a glance at his display.

“Sophia called me. I have to call her back.”

“Yeah sure.”

Yoongi dials her number and by the second ring she picks up. You listen to him talk, following him as he leads you back to the station. You can’t hear her, but she seems to tell him something serious as Yoongi’s face falls more and more.

“You’re fucking kidding”, Yoongi gasps, “wait here”, he tells you and breaks away to take a few steps to the side in order to talk to her in peace. You wait by a shop window in the meantime, studying the prettily done scenery. It was a scene of two rabbits running around a field of flowers. It advertises perfume. You look at Yoongi. He is still talking, prancing up and down with his hand rubbing the side of his neck in soothing. You wonder if he was okay. He seems distressed.

You decide to text Hoseok that you were on your way while you wait for Yoongi. He receives it and is online instantly. As always with Hoseok. You can always count on him being up to date with your lives the second you are online. He types for a moment and then the message already arrives.

-          Hobi: got it 👍 looking forward to you guys :D we had so much steak :P

You smile, sending him a few smileys back before locking your phone again because you just realised that it almost has no battery left and you want to save it. Yoongi ends his calls, hurrying back to you.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Change of plans. I have to meet with Sophia.”

“Why? Is everything okay?”

“Some of Namjoon’s men attacked her guys. We have to sort out the mess”, he explains, “did you find out where the bar is?”

“Yes. Belleville.”

“Ah shit, that’s too far.”

“Why?”

“I can't take you there. I'll be too late if I do.”

“It's okay, I’ll just go on my own.”

Yoongi studies you, gnawing on his lower lip.

“I don't know. I hate having to leave you alone”, he says.

“I can manage. I have my phone and the address and if something happens, I’ll call you right away.”

Yoongi furrows his brows.

“I don't know”, he murmurs, “can't one of the guys pick you up?”

“Can you trust me a little more, please my prince?” you say softly, touching his waist, “nothing will happened to me. I promise.”

Yoongi studies your features, eyes softening in fondness. He truly can’t say no to you. you just have to give him a cute look and he’s melting. He exhales in defeat.

“Fine”, he gives in, “but you have to text me once you’re there. And take some of my money. Go straight to the others, yeah?”

“Yes Yoongi Boongie, that sounds doable. Will you meet us later?” you ask him, accepting the hundred euros he places into your hand.

“Don’t know yet. You’ll see me at the apartment otherwise.”

“Yes, okay”, you say.

“Come. I’ll at least take you to the station.”

You intertwine your hand with him.

“You worry too much, my prince”, you tease him lovingly.

“No, I don’t worry enough”, he corrects you, making you laugh.

“Okay, okay”, you snicker, hugging his arm, “you are so adorable, my Boongie.”

Yoongi smiles shyly, feeling giddy in his chest. He likes being your Boongie.

Yoongi leaves after making sure that you boarded the right train. He waves at you until you leave the station.

You fall back into your seat, taking out your phone. Ten percent of battery left.

“Crap”, you murmur. Hopefully it will still be enough until you meet the others.

You hope that Yoongi will be alright. He seemed so stressed. He didn’t talk to you at all on your way to the station. You have learned that he stays silent whenever he is upset about something. You plan on giving him lots of cheek kisses once he is back. And maybe you can massage him as well. You are sure that this will relax him. 

You leave the metro station once you are in the inner city again. According to your phone, you need to take a bus next. The batter is only at five percent. You hurry to the station, clutching your phone tightly. Please don’t die before I haven’t met the others, you think.

You just have to get to the right neighbourhood and then everything will be alright. Quick! The bus is already at its station. You manage to get on it seconds before the doors close. Now you have to stay on it for five stations and then you’ll have to walk the rest of the way. You sit down on an empty seat, turning your attention to the city outside. The sun is already setting, soaking everything in its golden light.

Today was such an eventful day. You found a powerful stone which will help in the defeat of Namjoon and Taehyung finally found a source for all those awful blood clubs. Seokjin and Emma are back together and are helping in your hunt for Namjoon. You are so happy for Seokjin and look forward to getting to know Emma better. Knowing Seokjin, she must be a very lovely person. Seokjin wouldn’t fall for any other person than someone who is just as lovely and sweet as he is.

And you met your first werewolves. They were a little scary, but also highly impressive. You hope that Maël keeps his promise and provides Yoongi with fighters. You are positive that he will. The two seem to carry a deep mutual respect for each other. Beau on the other hand seemed to find more enjoyment in his hunt than respecting the deal. Yoongi seemed unaffected by it however, so maybe it was just Beau’s way of joking around and you don’t possess enough knowledge about the relationship between vampires and werewolves to judge the situation correctly. Either way, you are glad that Yoongi left their territory unharmed and you are happy that you finally know how werewolves present themselves. They are hairier than you thought they would be and a lot bigger. Even the women were big and carried thick hair on their bodies. You like how they looked. It fits the very obvious strength they all possess. They will really help Yoongi and the others, you are sure of it.

The bus halts at its fifth stop. You almost missed it, hadn’t it stopped oh so abruptly. You stumble off your seat and hurry outside before it can drive off.

One check up on your phone. It’s dead.

“Great. That’s amazing. How should I get to the bar now?” you mumble, trying to turn on the phone but to no avail. It stays dark. “Okay I got this. Think. I think it was just down that road.”

You start your journey with unsure steps, looking left and right in case you spot the bar’s logo. Your unease grows as you come closer and closer to the road’s end without ever spotting the bar. This is not good. The bar should have been here already.

You turn. Maybe it was into the other direction?

You soon find out that it wasn’t into the other direction either. All you spot is a sports bar, an Irish pub and one café, which is already closed for the day. You twist and turn. You are surrounded by unfamiliarity. Nervousness is bubbling in your stomach. And you can’t even call Yoongi for help.

You hurry to the edge of the sidewalk, waving over a cab. One passes you, the second one doesn’t even acknowledge you, the third one slows down only to look you up and down and then drive off with a shake of his head.

“What the hell?” you gasp, “asshole!” you scream after him, flipping him off with all the anger in the world. This is the worst possible outcome ever. You hurry back to the bus station, checking the little map on there. French you can’t understand and no signs of a bar.

“Well fuck”, you say, exhaling in defeat. What should you do? Maybe you should check another street. Maybe it was the street right next to the bus route? You hurry to it, trying your phone one last time. Nothing. No battery and no clue of where you are.

You try not to, but still begin breathing quicker. This is the worst thing ever. You never got lost before. Let alone in a city you have never been in before and with your phone dead.

You turn to run back to the bus stop. You have to go back to where you came from and then somehow figure out how to get back to the hotel. This journey seems even more impossible. You have no idea how your hotel’s street is called, let alone what stations you need to go to get to it.

You try your phone one last time just in case something changed. Nothing. You curse, burying it back in your jacket pocket. Your eyes are glued to the street under your feet. This is the worst thing that ever happened. You are so scared.

You are so preoccupied with staring at the wet asphalt to miss the person coming closer to you. They are too busy looking into their phone to notice you.

Your impact is harsh, making both of you stumble back.   

“Crap. I’m sorry”, you gasp, lifting your head, “what the fuck?” you exclaim.

[honeymochibubbletea]

quick skesh b4 bed :3

You sir or ma’am or whatever pleases you (i don’t know your pronouns), have gained my seal of approval! Aaaaand, because of that, i shall reward you with some headcanons~♪ ;D

Charlie is a VERY DAMN LOUD snorer whenever she’s at Phantasmo mansion. (She does that on purpose to annoy him hggfggfgfghfgg) however he actually doesn’t mind her snoring (too much at least) and when he does, he simply sleeps with some earmuffs. (Also, he does know that she does that on purpose, but he just pretends to be annoyed just to amuse her 🤭)

Usually Phantasmo doesn’t like to sleep because of his nightmares and bad sleeping habits. Charlie and T-oby have already tried to make the mad scientist sleep properly but he still insists that “sleep is for the weak” or “5 more minutes and then i’ll be already on bed” (spoiler: no, no he’s not going to bed in 5 minutes. It usually takes more 5 HOURS for him to sleep) or:

Charlie: Phantasmo! Get on bed NOW. You stubborn ghost!

Phantasmo: it isn’t morning yet, so i’ll just work on a few more-

Charlie: it IS morning! You’ve spent the whole DAMN night working on this! And I haven’t slept because of you!

Phantasmo: . . .

Charlie: . . .Phantasmo… don’t you DARE-

Phantasmo: IF I HAVEN’T SLEPT, IT ISN’T MORNING YET! and also, you are to blame for not sleeping: I didn’t force you to stay awake all night, now did i?

Charlie: Ohoho, that’s it mister! If you won’t come, I’LL DRAG YOU TO YOUR ROOM!

Phantasmo: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO- W-WAIT…! Ow ow ow! It hurts! You’re hurting me you crazy woman!

Funnies aside, when Phantasmo wakes up from a really bad dream (and when Charlie’s at his place or he’s at her place), She’s there to comfort him and caress his face, wiping off his tears 🥹

Phantasmo loves to bury his face on Charlie’s neck (but won’t admit it though, lmao), he finds comfort in her warmth 🥰😊

Who’s the big spoon and the little spoon? Easy, *INHALES DEEPLY*, CHARLIE AND PHANTASM- (kidding, not really though… let me explain: sometimes Charlie’s the “big” spoon (whenever Phantasmo is feeling down, he allows Charlie to be the “big” spoon. He likes being held. He’ll never admit though, lol) and sometimes she’s the little spoon (Phantasmo is touch-starved asf and if you think i am wrong, FIGHT ME-) and vice versa)

……Okay so, HEAR ME OUT: the reason why Phantasmo doesn’t go to Charlie’s place that often to sleep with her was because one: Charlie’s parents (if she has any) hate him, two: because privacy is not an option here and three… *inhales deeply again and hope that Jencil and Fluff don’t come for my head* CARTER GAVE HIM A FUCKING CONDOM WHEN HE NOTICED THAT THESE TWO WERE SLEEPING TOGETHER, SERIOUSLY, HE IS DAMN SERIOUS ABOUT PROTECTION. ESPECIALLY IF HIS SISTER IS SLEEPING WITH A GHOST

I imagine that Phantasmo has a very low body temperature, so every time these two cuddle, Charlie starts shaking, feeling cold. Very cold…

Charlie: Phanta? Could you please stop being this cold…? I’m freezing over here man!

Phantasmo: *mumbles and grumbles*

And the solution they have found for this little problem was making a burrito out of Charlie with some blankets, lmao (so that way, Phantasmo could still cuddle with Charlie and she wouldn’t get a cold from being in too much physical contact with him! :D)

[bartxnhood]

complete | m.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: you surprise michael after his long tour, all he’s been wanting is you.

warnings: none

a/n: time for some mikey appreciation, i love him sm and i rarely see anyone writing for him :( this is also my application to become ur fave 5sos writer lmao. enjoy ! feedback is appreciated <3

Copyright © 2022 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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as the tour officially came to an end and the guys went back home, it was days in the studio for michael writing and creating melodies for the guys. he loves it, sure. it’s his passion after all. making music people can enjoy no matter how high or low one is feeling, seeing fans across the world sing and dance along to their music is what kept him going. but it was draining. incredibly draining. sometimes he’d forget to sleep, it would be seven in the evening then the next time he looked at the clock it was already five in the morning. he would even forget to eat as well. but he missed you most of all, he was gone for months and all he wanted was to feel your soft touch and the sound of your voice.

you missed michael too, his dorky jokes whenever the two of you hung out. getting to hear snippets of their upcoming songs or projects. he was your soulmate, you hated being away but also it was the price of dating a very well-known artist. when you got the news your boyfriend and best friends were back you had cleared it with everyone that you’d surprise your boyfriend. you brought some of his favorite foods and a few sweet treats to congratulate him on the successful tour.

knock knock

michaels head lifted from the computer, he looked at the door and raised his eyebrows. he wasn’t expecting anyone. especially not at the studio. he pushed himself away from the desk and walked over, opening the door and revealing you. you had a wide grin and multiple bags in hand. “hi!” you cheered, michael chuckled in disbelief he stood to the side letting you come in. similarly to him, you were in a hoodie and sweatpants. “what are you doing here?” he asked, shutting the door quietly following you. you sat down the bags of food and turned to your boyfriend who looked awful. not in like an ugly way, but like ‘oh my god you look dead, why haven’t you slept’ type of way.

your grin went to a frown almost immediately. “babe, your eyes” the faux blonde shook his head, “i’m okay” he tried to assure you but it only made you worry even more. you wrapped your arms around his tall figure, holding him tightly. to michael this is all he wanted, taking in your scent again. he closed his eyes feeling at peace for the first time since returning home. when you pulled away he felt his heart skink a bit. he wanted to hold you longer.

“what did you bring?” his eyes flickered to the bags then back to you. “well” you started, bending down and fishing out a few products. “i have some of your favorites and a few sweets so we can celebrate your successful tour” the grin on your face made him smile. he nodded and led you over to his sofa where the two of you would sit and eat a little of everything while michael told you stories of tour life.

it was getting later in the night now, you two had been talking for hours. just missing each other. you stood up from the cushion and started cleaning up all the trash decorating the sofa. michael watched, you could be doing the most absurd thing and he would still think you were the most beautiful person on the planet.

gently he reached out for your arm, “could you hug me again? i think i need it” you turned to look at him, giving him a nod. “you didn’t have to ask.” you crawled back onto the sofa and held michael. “i missed you so much” he breathed, his arms resting on your torso. you smiled, kissing his forehead. “i know. but get some rest, yeah? you deserve it”

within minutes, he was fast asleep in your arms. soft snores escaping his lips. this was all he needed, you and your touch.

[concreteburialplot]

VIRALITY // 05

05 - Team Building Exercises

summary/masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 3.7k

cw: alcohol, vomiting, smoking (weed), sexual topics??, noah being melodramatic, jealous & protective nicholas if you squint, slow burn if you haven't figured that out yet sorry lol, 18+ MDNI

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc x noah sebastian

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

NICHOLAS

Morning light shocks me out of my sleep and I instantly shield my eyes with my forearm. “Fuck.” I mumble, rubbing my eyes with my rough palms. My body goes rigid once I realize that I’m not home, and when I feel another person resting on me, I’m completely frozen.

I blink as my eyes adjust to the light while I look around not recognizing where I am. For a brief moment, I try to remember if we had gone out last night and if I went home with someone. My suspicions are confirmed when I precariously peer down at the brunette nestled into my side with an arm around me.

My memory is a fuzzy blur of rain, snacks and fear. It comes back to me in flashes: running inside from the storm, soaked clothes, cheese doodles and… Vallie. Then it all pours in at once. The first thing I remember clearly is talking on her couch for what seemed like hours before the movie. It feels like it’s the first real conversation I’ve had with anyone in so long. It’s refreshing. I never really talk much, mainly because people don’t tend to listen. But Vallie didn’t make me feel like that, she was fully present and engaged in anything I said. It’s not much but letting me finish my sentences or asking genuine questions is more space that most allow me to take.  

My eyes go wide when I process the reality of what happened – or at least what the guys would think happened.

Both relief and terror flood my chest – I’m relieved I hadn’t gone home with anyone else, but there’s an alarm that comes with that exact relief. Yesterday didn’t go at all how I imagined. My body felt like lightning bolts were shooting through my bones – it was a freezing, paralyzing heat. Last night I could’ve sworn my fingertips burned any time I was near her. I shake the paranoia from my head; it must’ve just been the stormy ambiance that fueled the buzzing across my skin any time she looked at me.

With extreme stealth, I slide out from under her, even rolling the extra blanket into a makeshift replica of my body. “Fuck.” I mutter under my breath again as I sleepily searched for my phone, I haven’t checked it at all since we escaped the rain. When I find it face down on the glass coffee table, I hesitate to pick it up, already knowing what I would find. The fear feels oddly similar to when you miss a call from a parent. Anxiety courses through me as I briefly scroll through my stacked messages.

Group chat:

Jolly: Are you stuck in traffic? Jolly: Did you drop her off yet ? Folio: Dude where the fuck are you Jolly: Are you okay? It’s pouring Folio: Are you alive lol Folio: No seriously where are you Jolly: Why does your location say you’re at some house in Beverly Hills? Jolly: Are you still with her? Folio: We’re gonna come get you if you don’t answer lmao Folio: jk Folio: Nick for real

Jolly – Separate:

Tell me you’re not dead But more importantly Please tell me you did not sleep with our new manager

Not a single one from Noah

I glance over at Vallie to check if she’s still asleep. She lets out small sleeping noises with long brunette strands shading over her face and nuzzles further onto the blanket. She looks so peaceful, and it makes me maybe it had been a while since she’s slept next to someone too. Truthfully last night was the best sleep I’d gotten in a long time, especially between touring and traveling. I barely sleep and the only time I do sleep is in the rarities of getting hotels with plush beds. The best sleep I ever get is always next to someone else. When we were younger, Noah and I would sleep next to each other often. Especially after Noah’s difficult breakup, he’d always ask me to sleep next to him, even just to ward off night terrors. Since we’ve been friends for so long, that sort of intimacy feels normal. We only had each other for so long. You really let yourself be vulnerable with someone when they’re all you got.

I already know the situation with Vallie is going to be an uphill battle with the band, but Noah is the one I’m dreading the most. I understand his frustration but my god he’s acting like a goddamn child. I hope this party will be a way to show them that she’s not the overly corporate monster they think she is.

Quickly but quietly, I tip-toe to the kitchen to read the messages and formulate cohesive responses.

Group chat – Me:

“Yeah, I’m good.”

I look at the time, it’s later than I thought. “See you at rehearsal.”

When I go to reply to Jolly, I pause, “No, it’s fine. I’ll explain later. See you at rehearsal.”

I scramble around her kitchen til I find a notepad and a pen,

“Off to rehearsal Thanks for the safety from the rain Will talk to the guys about this weekend! -N :)”

When I step into our rehearsal studio, the energy immediately shifts. I heard them joking and laughing before I came in but now, they were dead silent. “Hey guys.” I say timidly as I make my way over to my guitar. They track me and I can tell they were dissecting me – my demeanor, my disheveled appearance, the day-old outfit. All which doesn’t exactly reinforce my innocence. “What’s up?” I ask as if nothing happened. Noah burns holes into me with his glare but uttered nothing. To say he was unhappy would be an understatement, he seems furious.

Jolly clears his throat to break up the silence. “Let’s just start, shall we?”

-

There’s tension throughout the entire session. We were fucking up on the same songs, Jolly and I were missing cords, Nick was missing beats and Noah was forgetting lyrics. We haven’t had rehearsals like this in a long time.

Finally, we were wrapping up and they were all busy organizing their areas.

“So, um,” I clear my throat nervously, “I suggested to Vallie that we should have a get together or…something, to kinda get to know each other?” I practically wince and prepare for impact.

“Are you fucking serious?” Snaps Noah while the other two fade into the background. “You fuck our manager and now you’re all buddy buddy?”

I sigh at the accusation I’ve anticipated all day, “I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Then what did you do? Since you never fucking came home.” He questions and steps towards me. The space between us feels enclosed, foreign and unnecessarily extreme.

I furrow my brows in offense, “Not that it’s any of your fucking business,” I shoot back, “It was raining too hard for me to drive, so I just crashed on her couch. That’s it. Calm down.”

He gets even closer to me, practically in my face. “You’re sleeping with the enemy and you want me to calm down?”

“Whoa, first of all, back the fuck up.” I step forward matching his intensity. “Second of all, stop being so fucking dramatic. She’s not our ‘enemy’, she’s just a fucking manager. She wants to help us.” I narrow my eyes at him, “And for the 700th time, I didn’t fucking sleep with her.”

“Okay so you want to sleep with her.” He stated like a fact.

My jaw nearly drops that he would , “No, I don’t Noah.” I close the gap between us as aggravation flowed through my veins. “Do you?”

I swear I can see fire behind his eyes and steam seep out of his ears. He balls up his fists at his sides, clearly trying to restrain himself. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him that angry before, at least not over something so trivial. He says nothing then he turns and storms off, which seems to be becoming a new hobby of his.

The room is silent for a bit before Nick perks up with an over-enthusiastic smile, “I think a party would be great!”

The four of us, alcohol, and our manager? What could possibly go wrong,

Saturday finally comes after an excruciatingly long week of going back and forth with the other three. I at least got Nick and Jolly here. Noah barely spoke to me the rest of the week and made no promises of coming tonight, in fact it was quite the opposite, he promised not to come. He vowed to stay out all night – doing god knows what – just so he didn’t have to be here for any of the party.

It hadn’t occurred to me just how awkward a four-person party would be, especially when half the party hates the guest of honor. And so, the “party” consisted of Folio and Jolly across the kitchen from me and Vallie. They’re keeping each other company and cracking jokes while smoking a dwindling blunt. I don’t mind the separation much as Vallie and I stand next to each other talking about anything. The more I learn about her, the more I want the guys to know her too. I want to believe what she says is true, that she really does see potential in us.

I know the others don’t exactly feel the same, but we worked so hard for so long to only now start to gain any real traction, I mean… isn’t this what we’ve been working towards this whole time?

The awkward tension is beginning to gnaw at me, so I clear my throat gaining the attention of the small kitchen, “How about we play some sort of game?” I suggest and by the positive reactions in everyone’s faces, it’s evident that they too think it would be a good distraction.

I glance over at Vallie, who has a slightly nervous look to her; her smile is restrained, and her hand is fidgeting around her red solo cup. Her maroon-painted fingertip tracing the rim of her cup and her eyes are locked on some drawer across the kitchen.

“Hey,” I whisper after the guys leave the room and gently reach out to grab her arm. “It’s gonna be fine. They’re gonna like you, I promise.”

She gazes up at me with deep forest green eyes. At first, they are sweet and shy, but they soon flip to defensive. She softly pulls her arm from my grasp and straightens up, “I don’t need your reassurance.”

She makes a sharp pivot on her heels and exits the kitchen on her own then sits at the head of the table with the other two across from her. It occurs to me that every time I’ve been in a room with her, she was different. I have no idea who she really is at all – but she doesn’t know us either. With a deep inhale, I reach for the liquor and pour extra into my plastic cup and I take it with me through the doorway to the dining room.

Halfway through a game of Cards Against Humanity, Vallie was winning. And every time she won, we all took a shot. We were on our 7th and final round. We’re shooting tequila, which I can mostly handle, while the other two… not so much.

“Fuck,” Mumbles Folio behind a scrunched face of disgust at his last shot, “Jesus Val.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Didn’t expect you to be so fucking funny, what the fuck.”

She grins proudly, straightening up in her seat with a subtle victorious dance as she organizes her cards into neat little stacks, using the wooden table to flatten the edges.

They didn’t hold back or put on a show for her, they acted exactly the same as if it was the 4 of us, if anything, they were amping it up to spook her away. She handled it all like a pro; the crude jokes, the sexual innuendos, the unnecessary overly graphic description of what a bukkake is, even though she said she already knew what it was.

I don’t know if it was the fact that they were acting out or if maybe I’m outgrowing the behavior, but every fucked-up comment they said made me uncomfortable.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a wasted Nick elbowing Jolly and discretely gesturing to Vallie. When I follow their focus, I find what they were drunkenly gawking at. It was exactly what I had been avoiding all night. I quickly stack the other game boxes in front of her chest to obscure their eye-line. “So, what should we play next!”

Folio snaps me a furrowed look that reminds me of toddler getting his candy taken away. Jolly too gives me a funny look as if he just figured something out then leans into Nick and whispering something that caused them to giggle like schoolgirls. I narrow my eyes at them, telepathically scolding them to cut it out.

Vallie peeks up from her organized cards, “What’s so funny?” She asks innocently with wide emerald eyes lined with dark lashes.

“Nothing they’re just drunk.” I answer for them.

“Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me that you’re drunk off just a couple shots?” She teases with a sly smile.

“Easy for you to say winner! You’ve been sippin’ the same drink this whole game!” Jolly’s laugh fills the cramped dining room while he leans back in his chair.

“This is my third drink for your information.” She clarifies with sass while stuffing the playing cards into their box.

“You should take a shot!” Jolly suggests, over-enthusiastically.

Before she could even answer, Folio interjects, “Without your hands.”

I feel like lasers are shooting from my eyes when I look over at his smug intoxicated expression. “You don’t have to do that V-”

“No, I’m fine.” She says contently before taking an empty shot glass and pouring it full of clear liquid.

“No really, you don’t have to.” I assure her quietly.

“Oh Nicholas,” Her own voice is tangled with alcohol, “I was in a sorority, I think I can handle a couple of men being men.” She stands up and smooths out the ribbed buttoned top that hugs her full chest and lands above her small waist. She hasn’t even bent down yet and they’re whooping and hollering like… well like college boys.

Before I could stop myself, I shoot up from my chair, “Enough!” My voice booms through the tiny dining room, more than I had ever intended. All three of them look at me, their faces mixed with shock and slight apprehension.

Unexpectedly, the front door swings wide open and slams into the wall behind it, probably leaving a dent behind. A visibly wasted Noah stumbles into the living room, leaving the door wide open behind him.

I sigh, already knowing the direction this night is about to take.

“Oh Jesus.” Groans out an already annoyed Folio, rubbing his temples, “I’m gonna need a fucking joint to deal with this.”

“Ditto.” Agrees Jolly.

“Well look who it is!” Noah slurs and flails a long-sleeved arm to gesture to the whole group. “My so-called band, who fucking left me!”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes with a heavy exhale. “Noah, we didn’t fucking leave you.”

In the background, Jolly brings a metal tray of green over to Folio who quickly but precariously begins rolling green flower into a brown paper. Within seconds the roll is plucked between his index and thumb with the end sizzling red.

Between Noah stumbling around like a town drunk, the two in the corner getting stoned and Vallie witnessing everything, I suddenly feel like a single parent trying to police 4 rambunctious children.

“Yeah, you fucking did!” Noah mumbles from the kitchen facing the dining room. “You gave up on everything we fucking wanted,” He hiccups, “For money,” He says the word with utter disgust, and lazily points a hand at Vallie. “Because of her.”

I quickly glance over to her, to see if she was alright and she didn’t even hear him, she was busy leaning across the table to take the lit blunt from Folio’s hand. For some reason, the sight of them frustrates me.

Noah leans against the granite counter looking utterly depleted; dark purple circles beneath heavy bloodshot eyes, his long hair a mess from having walked through whipping wind, and his clothes covered in dirt.

“Noah, stop being so fucking dramatic.” Jolly gets up and walks past me over to him, probably knowing that I’m not good at playing the parent. “We’re just…” He looks back at Folio and Vallie who were now sitting next to each other watching the scene intently and passing the joint back and forth like it’s popcorn. “We’re just doing some… team building.”

“I’m-” He begins before covering his mouth and quickly makes his way to the sink to release the contents of his stomach into it.

A grossed out, “Ooh.” Comes from the two still sitting behind me at the table.

I glare at them then sigh and hold out my hand for the little bit that was left of the roll. Vallie stretches over the table to hand me the burning stub, I put it to my lips and inhale deeply, letting the thick smoke fill my lungs completely. I lean my head back against the door frame and exhale an opaque white cloud above me. A visceral relief spreads through my chest like spilled ink. I cough a bit as I hand it back over to the peanut gallery.

Jolly holds Noah’s long hair back while he gathers himself over the sink. “I think maybe we should get you into the bathroom.” Jolly advises sternly. I can tell that Noah doesn’t want to listen by the way he grips the counter hard until his knuckles are white, then releases in defeat. We’ve been here too many times for him for him to defy us.

“Fine.” Noah grumbles and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jolly gives me a look that means it was time for me to hook Noah’s left arm around my shoulders. We make it not even 2 steps forward before Noah coughs up vomit all over himself and Jolly.

“Fuck!” Yells Jolly, practically dropping him to go wash off his shirt.

“Oh god.” Folio immediately covers his mouth after seeing the throw up and ran off to the nearest bathroom.

I decide the best course of action is to set Noah down on the tiled kitchen floor before he had the chance to ruin anything else. He’s so gone that he doesn’t even seem to notice that he was set on the floor. I run off to grab some towels from the laundry room and when I return, I stop in my tracks.

Vallie is there on the floor with him, kneeled next to him and gently wiping the vomit off his face. Noah held a giant empty neon green salad bowl in his lap to catch any future accidents.

“Oh,” She notices me in her peripheral, “Uh, I found that bowl in a cupboard,” Using her pinky to point to the navy-blue cabinets above her, “It’s the only thing I could find.”

Noah’s brown eyes are nearly black and completely glossed over, his cheeks flushed with alcohol – and thank god, because he wouldn’t let her anywhere near him if he was fully coherent.

“Do you have a water bottle?” She asks in a sickeningly sweet tone. “And maybe bread?”

“Uh- Yeah, yeah, of course.” I strategically step over his lanky legs to the fridge to get a water and pull a loaf from the counter, handing them to her. She cracks the bottle open for him and when he doesn’t take it, she softly grabs his jaw and slowly pours a thin stream of water into his mouth.

“You’re pretty good at this.” I comment quietly as to not make too much noise.

She glimpses up at me with a small kind smile, “I told you, I was in a sorority. You learn how to take care of drunk people really quick.”

I nod and cross my arms, “Right.” then rest the length of my body against the door frame as I watch them in front of me.

She takes out a slice of bread, splits it in half and holds it up to his mouth. His heavy-lidded eyes lift to meet hers, “I just don’t want to lose them.” He croaks out, melodramatically.

“You won’t.” Vallie reassures curtly.

“They’re all I have.” He states clearly, probably the most coherent thing he’d said all night. His brown eyes watch her closely, but his focus was waning as sleep is begging to pull him under. “Don’t take them from me.”

She presses her lips together seemingly processing his request. “I won’t let it happen.” She says as if she’s trying to convince him that there are no monsters beneath his bed. Her voice is lucid, but I can still hear the tequila she’s hiding under her words. She carefully places her hand on top of his, “I promise.”

He blinks up at her surprised and raises his brows, “Pinky?” Then weakly lifts his arm to poke out a shaky pinky.

She chuckles at his drunken innocence, “Sure.”  And hooks her pinky with his, which resulted in a giant cheesy grin plastered across his face before slumping further.

There’s an odd heavy swirl in the pit of my stomach of something vile; for a moment, I think I might need to vomit too. But the more I watch them, the more the feeling spreads. Then, I realize this pit has been growing since the card game earlier. Her winning over Folio and Jolly annoyed me. Even Noah getting along with her, at least to an extent, made me sick.

I wanted them to get along, I thought it would make things better, less complicated. I don’t understand how it somehow made everything murkier or why it’s bringing this churn to my intestines. Something about it all that makes me wonder if Noah was right all along. Maybe we are in danger and maybe she is the threat.

Next Chapter -> 06 - Whiplash*

a/n: thank you so much if you took the time to read this! I'm extremely appreciative of those of you who are reblogging or commenting on previous chapters 🥺

i thought of stopping posting here bc i've seen some fanfic slander within the fandom and idk it just made me sad? guilty? idk. but tumblr is my safe space & i love writing fanfic so... here i still am lol

lmk if you liked it 🖤

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

Mornings with you (Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong)

Cross posted from my ao3 

warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, smut, fluff and smut, morning sex, game resident evil 6, post resident evil 6, they’re both kinda switches, it gets very smutty

Word count: 3426

Summary: Just morning sex with Leon and Ada with a bit of longing fluff and also Leon just having morning wood.

Notes: resident evil 6 leon and ada are in mind when thinking about character designs/mannerisms etc. I tried to write it as in character as possible but that's hard lmao

I was reading about morning wood on something lmao probably reddit and was liek okay. so this happened. lol

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Mornings were the purest moments. The proverbial slate cleaned and minds fresh and clear from any adversities. The clear crystal shade of nothingness as opposed to a complete day. A tired, stressful, exhausted and brutally beaten down from the world kind of day. As the sun rose each day, the mornings were unclouded from any adversities. The world untouched and untainted from anything. Their states of being; vulnerable and innocent. With their hearts cleared from any prior hesitancies or indiscretions.

Leon gently blinked his eyes open, noticing the sun filtering in from the cracked open window. A low yawn erupting from his body, his hearing tuning out and in before he could hear Ada’s gentle breathing next to him.

“You don’t have to leave yet, do you?” He would want to blurt out, almost reflexively and immediately as he would wake. A habit he would have a bit of trouble breaking.

Ada’s routine was exact every morning, down to the minute. She would always wake before him, sometimes gently and delicately caressing his face until he’d lazily rise from his slumber. Soft presses of her fingertips drew lines against his skin, tracing little constellations of his freckles and marks. Some scars still haven’t faded; soft and faintly coloured line against his cheek she’d press her lips against. On lucky days the scent of coffee made its way into the bedroom, his nostrils flaring at the aromatic smell that would lead him towards the kitchen. And finding Ada standing against the counter. A creamy colour mug with light speckles of colour, one handmade from one of those farmer’s markets in her hand. The matching pair on the counter with steamy coffee already in it. Ada’s gentle tilt of her head as she greeted him in the morning.

Often times in the beginning, he’d wake and she’d be gone already. A gentle linger of her sweet perfume and warmth still in the bed. His hands would inevitably feel the empty void next to him. Waking him with the question of where she was. The answer, a delicately hand written note left on the nightstand explaining her departure. And on the odd occasion, if he woke with her still tangled around him. Already awake as she laid, simply waiting for him to wake as well. A sigh of relief would escape from his lips, not needing to plead for her to stay.

Somehow she knew he’d be more affectionate that she was. Always wanting to be against her during the night. Touching or grasping onto a part of her as he slept, unconsciously needing a part of her. She would tease him sometimes, how heavy of a sleeper he could be sometimes, completely unaware of his attached he was. No matter how much he’d try to deny it, on occasion a flush formed on his cheeks at his unconscious yearning for affection.

But this morning she laid still tucked between the sheets, seemingly having fallen back asleep after her normal waking. Her face almost fragile and frail, the smallest amount of expression in between her brows as she slept. A large exhale of breath lowered Leon’s chest as he let out a quiet sigh. His arms felt loose and at ease from his peaceful slumber, a slight pop sound released from his shoulder as he circled it. Feeling Ada’s back still next to him, he raised onto his left arm to look over at her. His roughened fingertips were still gentle as he parted Ada’s short wisps of hair away from her cheek, revealing her soft skin. Ada was mostly a light sleeper, easily stirred and required sleep as a form of self preservation more than for anything else. It was rare for her to sleep in, albeit the inevitable reasons of a cold or ailment, to which Leon always profusely babied her for. He was quick to want to check her forehead, the back of his hand pressing against her neck to see if she were feverish, her temperature perhaps a bit more warm than usual. But it was the same, perhaps even a bit more on the chilled side as he leaned in to press a warm kiss against her temple. The soft fragrance of her shampoo filling his nose as he leaned in.

Still not stirred from her sleep, a soft smile grew on his lips as he admired her sleeping form. So rare to see, he couldn’t help but stare. Like a flower that only blooms once, he cherished these soft moments. Memorizing it and tucking it away. She was much more spared from any scars from the world than him, perhaps it was just her ability to always slip away that kept her more unscathed from the world they lived in. She was perfect to him, despite knowing that she was far from perfect from everyone else’s eyes. Her flaws he always seemed to overlook, found them to be endearing somehow. Guess that’s how love works.

Ada softly tensed in her sleep, her form mostly moving as if her body finally realized she was colder than she thought, her body scooting closer to him and his warmth. Shivers. An unexpected groan slipped from Leon’s lips as he felt her almost innocently rubbing up against him. To this day he could still feel his body flushing at the thought of her, his mind going painfully blank as his fingers stilled against her cheek, and then all his thoughts going in between his legs.

Great.

He let out another sigh and laid his head back down on his pillow, the soft feather down cushioning the blow. With his back flat against the bed he could feel the rush of cool morning air as it circulated around him. A slight shiver from Ada resonated from her side of the bed. With swift hands he grabbed the blanket to tuck her back in, shielding her back from the exposed air. The back of her head still showcasing her soft sleek black tresses. Her silhouette slowly rising and lowering with each of her soft breaths.

His soft blues stared at the ceiling of their shared bedroom. Not too long ago it was simply his own bedroom. The inevitability that is Ada slowly morphed into his life, and he could hardly tell when it happened. When it was just her. Another throb just at the thought of her, again. He tried to clear his throat quietly, one of his hands slipping underneath the sheets as he forced himself to relax. The noise that slipped from his throat was fairly quiet, a bit more pathetic sounding than he expected.

Two simple blinks and his stare was no longer at the ceiling and was back at her. Tracing over her form underneath the blanket. His warm hands making their way, slipping below her navel towards her warmth. His eyes imagining the soft sliver of her creamy skin in between her top and panties. He was sure she would wake at his point, his hands slowly roaming over her, moving the way that she always liked. Trailing and caressing over her curves, moving slowly but with intention. A gentle grasp surely would stir her, and yet only another simple exhale slipped from her. His hand still on her breasts as they heaved with her breath. Leon’s eyes narrowed, wondering at this point if she was simply feigning sleep. Pretending that she were in a deep slumber to see what he would do.

More forceful this time, he lowered his lips towards her thin neck, pressing a warm kiss before nipping at her skin. He knew she rarely liked it when he got too rough, only in the heat of the moment would she encourage him to continue. His breath ghosted along her lobe as he laid a multitude of kisses on her temple, cheek and neck. His hands moving in tandem as his hand grabbed and fondled at her breasts underneath the sheer camisole she wore. A creamy dark red that complimented her skin tone and with a v shaped cut that accented her feminine form. He was known only to Ada to be a bit possessive as he slept, grabbing at her in his sleep some nights, whispering little nothings before his body would go limp again. The brief thought that he could being doing this in his sleep already had his mind running again.

The peaks of her breasts pebbled against his touch and his sharp senses caught the flutter of her lashes. Her soft pink lips parting once his hand grabbed at both of her breasts in a single handful, spilling a bit from his grasp as he tried to manage them both. His toned chest pressed against her backside while his other hand slipped further down to the soft lace hemline of her panties. Tracing the lace against his finger towards her hips and lightly tickled her there. Now she must be sleeping if she wouldn’t wake from his tickles. A confident motion struck him as he grabbed at her ass, chuckling to himself a bit as he felt the handful and went back towards the lace of her panties. Back and forth. Back and forth a few more times. His eye twitched just a fraction, second guessing if she was still asleep or not. Wondering if he should continue, trying to think with his head instead of letting his body win.

His thumb pressed on her pubic bone and two fingers sank lower to her warm folds. Stickiness spread between his fingertips as he dragged his fingers up and down. A light smirk grew on his lips as he ghosted another press of his lips against her. Watching as the smallest flutter of her dark lashes caught his eye again, and the smallest upturn at the corner of her lips.

A soft noise rumbled from her throat, not missed by Leon as he worked his lips against the delicate parts of her neck. Feeling her pulsing heart beat all the way down to his fingertips as he worked her open. Swirling his thumb at a snail’s pace at her swollen bud, her warmth spreading throughout his palm. Coating him in her warm slippery slick. The way she felt was intoxicating to him sometimes, all rational thought leaving his body, replaced by only desire.

Ada tried her best to keep her smile at bay, flattening her expression almost too much at the feeling of the head of Leon’s cock pressing against her backside. His hips desperate to plunge inside, rutting against her as softly as he could as to ‘not wake her.’ She wasn’t sure when he had shed his clothing. Or if he had put any on from the night before. She couldn’t remember as her mind focused on the two of his thick fingers thrusting inside, curling upwards as his palm forced pressure against her. Making sure she could feel him scissoring his fingers deep within her. Her hand finally left the spot from the bed. No longer her fingers splayed apart delicately as if still asleep on their soft sheets. And was now gripped firmly around his wrist.

“You awake now?” His voice was gravelly yet still laced with honey, low and smooth with a hint of rasp at his question. She lightly shook her head, her lips now tightly sealed yet her smile couldn’t be ignored anymore.

“Alright,” he exhaled a laugh. His hand left from her breasts to wrap around her body, keeping her tightly against him and tangled her up on top of his chest as he positioned the both of them.

A more audible noise akin to a gasp sharply left her chest as she felt herself situated on top of him. His strength often reminding her of how much smaller she was compared to him. The blanket slipped from the frictionless surface of her camisole, exposing them both to the cold air. A tight hold kept her pinned on him, her thighs falling apart and spread while his coated fingers plunged back in. Slick sounds filled the room each time his fingers went back in, coated more each time with her arousal. Twisted angles of their head kept their lips close, playfully and desperately nipping at each other. Parting from his lips briefly to catch her breath, her gaze fell down towards her body. His muscled arm wrapped around her, her breasts exposed to the air, bouncing a bit as she lazily rocked her hips onto his fingers. Her camisole shamelessly pulled down to sit underneath her breasts, the thin straps lowered down her arms. And Leon’s hand buried in between her thighs. The image of it already flooding her core with more of her essence.

Her delicate fingers grabbed at his, pulling them upward towards her soft lips. A kitten lick from her tongue and her arousal was filling her taste buds as she cleaned up his fingers. Leon’s eyes darkened as he watched her, her head slightly tilted to finally catch his gaze now, her eyes half lidded. His mouth lowered to hers, capturing a warm desperate kiss. His hips almost instinctively thrusted upward at their kiss, the shaft of his cock positioned between her warm wet folds. Inviting him in while coating each other with their warm wetness.

Another rut of his hips, the head of his cock caught at her opening, the bulging tip easing into her and spreading her open. Ada’s lips parted against his kiss, a low whine and whisper of his name as he stretched her open. Ada would be lying if she didn’t think that morning sex was her favourite. He felt harder than normal, thicker even, as if she could feel every inch of him. A feverish warmth spread through her cheeks down towards her breasts and directly lower in between her legs. Morning sex was always primal, no other thoughts other than reaching climax. Pleasure being the only receptor being reached.

He loved whenever she was vulnerable like this, no front to put up. No distractions or facade to pick apart. Another throaty whine vibrated against his lips as he felt himself slowly plunging himself into her. Warmth enveloping his entire cock until he was finally firmed planted inside of her. The perfect feeling. Thrusted inside of her. Her ass pressed tightly flush on him. His hand against her torso lowered to feel himself at her pelvis, right above her sex as he gave a tentative thrust. Drawing back just enough to shove himself back in, groaning as he did so. The small tentative thrusts were mostly to tease her, but also for himself as he already felt himself being close.Teasing her was one of his strong suits, at least whenever she wasn’t mercilessly teasing him back.

Her hands grabbed at his arms, keeping her steady as they worked together. Hips moving in tandem as their lips chased each other for more kisses. Desperately panting for air as the finest bit of sweat formed on their bodies. Leon’s left arm slid closer back down to the bed as he positioned the both of them on their sides. Allowing her to rest more comfortably, her head propped back up on her pillow. Angled just enough to still place kisses on the underside of his jawline to which she did. With his arm wrapped around her, the other tightly gripping her hip, using that leverage he eased her back onto his cock. A grunt released from his throat, followed by a soft whiney whimper as he forced her all the way onto him again. His thighs already twitching with anticipation. Sliding her back and forth onto his cock, feeling her wet velvety walls hugging every inch of him. His thrusts grew more desperate for a moment before her tongue clicked, catching his attention before he slowed and pulled back. His hips almost stuttering as to hold himself steady.

“Please Ada,” he whined against her throat, his dirty blond fringe falling against his forehead and shielding his eyes as he buried himself into her again, unable to hold himself back for a second. Leon’s thighs tensed, each muscle flexing tightly. With the smallest bit of resolve he looked up at her, raising his head to catch her eyes. They were half lidded and filled with affection, simply gazing at him lovingly and she nodded softly. He jutted forward as much as he could, angling her head so they could kiss. A harsh one that was desperate and longing. Leon crying out for a quick breath as his hips thrust forward again. Regaining a faster pace that made Ada move a bit forward each pass. Her soft breaths turning into more desperate airy whimpers as his thrusts grew more powerful. His arm feeling her breasts moving against him, bouncing along with the bed as he forced himself into her at a furiously passionate pace.

His cock was heavy, dragging back and forth inside. Gruff groans released from him as he felt his entire length with each pass in between her legs as her thighs pressed together. Angling her hips, she nearly let out a loud trembly whimper once she felt him hitting that one spot inside of her. Over and over again. Leon was always an attentive lover, noticing the smallest changes and noticing each time she was desperate for more. Positioned exactly how she wanted him, his hand released her hip and dove back down to her pussy. Heat radiating off of it as his two fingers spread apart her engorged folds. His thumb returning to gently circle at her clit. He only wished he could see his glistening cock plunging in and out of her.

A soft mewl managed to release from Ada, more of a whining pur as she snapped her eyes shut. Her body tensing and relaxing in rapid succession at the ministrations of Leon’s fingers and cock. One of her hands grabbed at her breasts desperately clinging onto herself as her other hand grabbed at his arm. Keeping her stationary and rooted tightly to Leon. He knew he wasn’t going to last long at this rate, his cock throbbing and heavy, nearly ready to burst. His mind almost going blank and his vision blurring. Ada knew it too, and thankfully she wasn’t going to last long either. Her hips grew more forceful, causing his cock to hit inside her perfectly. His fingers stimulating her all too well, her legs twitching all the way down to her toes. Her body involuntarily curling inward as her back arched into him. Warning him of her the point of her climax. The rough force of her slamming onto his cock triggered his own orgasm. A breathy moan erupting from him as his cock twitched wildly inside, feeling himself spilling inside of her. Her warm walls quivering as they milked him of his cum. The warmth of his seed setting off her off as the sensation of heat bloomed inside and spread throughout her entire body. Losing just a bit of consciousness as her orgasm flooded over her. Seeing stars and hearing ringing and her own pounding heartbeat in her ears. Leon still panting for breath while his hips still moved forward into her as the rest of his cum filled her, spilling a bit as it oozed out. A heavy load filling her up entirely.

His normal instincts was to inevitably reach over to the nightstand. Pulling open drawer and grabbing one of the towels to clean up. Instead he remained inside of her, relishing in the soft twitches of her thighs and her little exhales of breath that filled the room. Bathing in the afterglow of pure perfect morning sex. Their bodies somehow more relaxed than they were before.

“You awake now?” He asked again, his voice staggered as he reached over to grasp the underside of her chin. Twisting her closely to him to place a kiss against her lips.

“Maybe," she hummed a low tone, her lips still lightly pressed against his. "You may have woken me from my sleep,” she finally said as her lips parted from his. Her entire face brightening up as her smile grew on her lips. His eyes softly blinked at her, keeping this image of her in his memory. Simply staring at her he felt his thigh twitch a bit, his hips instinctually giving her a teasing thrust as he stayed pinned inside of her.

Leon exhaled a short breath and hum, new vigor still in him, “Should I check? Make sure you’re awake?”

//

Notes:

he's such a dork i love him

and then they fucked all day long-

also it's canon that leon has a night stand with a little fuck drawer of towels and a bottle of water and mints and condoms and lube and shit. and in ada's drawer she has like the strap-

[mybiasisexo]

Entangled - Part 4

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader

Chapter Warning: Language

Word Count: 5.5k

Author's Note: There's a lot that happens here lmao. Like I feel this is like 3 chapters jammed into one. I hope we can get a bit of insight on Channies thought process here, and maybe even OCs?? Also I LOVE this friend group and will add so many irrelevant scenes just to see them interact 🥺.

Also.... pls lmk if you would like to be tagged! There are a couple people who I want to but... dont wanna bother anyone haha. So, if you'd like that, just lmk 🙃

Also also.... have y'all listened to beyonces new album?!??!???????!? Was DEF listening to it HEAVY while editing this (Virgos groove was hitting a bit too hard christ she's done it again 😔 we stan forever)

Okay, I'm rambling (shocker) as always, don't be afraid to lmk how you feel about the story so far!!! I appreciate all interaction!!! Have fuuuun~

“Ah.” The calm that overtakes you as you lay back on the blanket separating you from the powdery sand is welcomed after the morning you’ve had. Just as you predicted, the sun is helping your hangover just as much as the food digesting in your belly.

It would’ve tasted a lot better without the bitter knowledge of Chanyeol’s apology, but the heat kissing your skin is enough of a distraction from that fact. “This is the life.”

“If I could, I would live a life strictly on the shore,” Seulgi agrees. She already sounds drowsy as she sprawls out like a starfish beside you.

Yerim is somewhere splashing along in the water, finally enjoying the crisp waves instead of taking pictures for her Instagram. Poor Seulgi spent the first ten minutes out as her photographer and is now finally having time for herself.

You aren’t sure how much time passes when Yerim joins you both. Cold drops of sea water drip onto your stomach alluding to her presence. You wince, eyes springing open to give the young girl a glare.

“Oops.” She shrugs innocently, her smile dazzling. You huff before rolling onto your stomach, evening out your tan. Yerim checks her phone and sucks her teeth, tossing it angrily aside before plopping onto her stomach across from you, so that your heads now huddle together.

“Still no word from Loey?” Seulgi asks. Her eyes are still closed, and she hasn’t moved an inch. Honestly, you thought she had fallen asleep.

You hate how your ears perk at the mention of your ex.

Yerim’s mouth tightens. “Nothing. We were supposed to get breakfast this morning. He had promised me that while kicking me out, to try to make up for what he was doing. But he hasn’t replied to any of my texts or calls!”

Her words trigger something in the back of your mind. Little fragments from the night before come to you in flashes, images of a pissed Yerim in front of your hotel room.

“He kicked you out?” You ask.

The sisters share a look before turning their attention back to you.

“What?” You snap. “I told you I blacked out.”

Yerim sighs dramatically and falls onto her back, blocking the sun with an arm draped over her eyes. “Yes, well, he did. Suddenly sharing a bed made him uncomfortable.”

“You two haven’t… you haven’t had sex yet?” You push out, swallowing the bile the question has rising up your throat.

She pauses and then bursts into laughter, saying your name conspiringly. “I had no idea you would be interested in my sex life.”

Oh, it isn’t hers you’re curious about.

You shrug non-committedly, glancing away.

“No, we haven’t,” she reveals. “This trip was the first time we’ve hung out outside my job, actually. Our first date. It was kind of funny. We both thought of coming here together at the same time. It sounded like the perfect idea then. Now? I’m starting to see how much it wasn’t.” 

Relief floods you, relaxing your tense muscles. You wonder briefly how you would have reacted if they had slept together. Most likely seen red.

You halt those thoughts instantly. This is not your place anymore, not your right. You have zero claim on Chanyeol and whatever you are feeling right now is unwarranted.

Pushing away all that, you focus back on the conversation. “Because he kicked you out?”

She hums as she ponders your question. “That. And he’s in the wedding. He’s a groomsman, and that’s his main focus on the trip, not necessarily me. But also….”

She sighs and shifts around, getting comfortable. “He warned me, but I didn’t think he was being serious. At least, I didn’t think it was actually going to matter.”

“What did he warn you about?” Seulgi asks, voice quiet.

Yerim is silent for a breath before huffing, laughing mirthlessly. “He was engaged once.”

Your heart drops.

“He told me that he was engaged a few years ago, and that he was a bit worried that being in a wedding might… hurt.”

Just like you.

You honestly didn’t know what to think of Chanyeol going through the same thing as you, although this new perspective made your conversation from this morning make a bit more sense, made you understand his actions and words. 

He was putting up a front, just like you. 

“I told him to not worry about it too much,” Yerim continues, unaware of the epiphany you’re having. “Because I am here now. I’ll stay by his side. I’m not going anywhere. He laughed when I said that, and said he thought it was cute. To me, that sounded like that was enough for him. But, something changed after dinner yesterday. He was different, and well, I guess he was right about being worried after all.”

“Engaged, huh?” Is all you can say.

Yerim pouts. “It’s not like he was married and got a divorce. It’s only an engagement. Like…get over it?”

Her words sting. It feels like she’s speaking to you directly.

“Yerim….” Seulgi chastises gently, probably aware of how her statement might affect you. You can’t bring yourself to feel hurt, she’s right afterall. Plus, you can hear the hurt in her voice, the disappointment.

Reaching out, you touch her hand reassuringly. “Would you like me to beat him up for you?”

That brings out a bright laugh and you grin at the sound. “Apparently, you gave him a piece of your mind last night.”

You blink. “I did?”

“You weren’t very happy with him once you found out what he did to me, so you went to his room and confronted him.”

Chanyeol’s words from earlier echo in your brain. ‘We already had this conversation last night’.

“How did that go?” You question, hoping they can’t hear the rising panic in your voice.

‘Because you missed me’.

“Not sure,” she answers.

“We heard you banging on his door for a minute,” Seulgi informs.

You came knocking on my door like the police’.

You gulp.

“It got really quiet afterwards for like ten minutes or so. Then you started banging on our door because, of course, you didn’t have the key. You were pretty incoherent, mumbling something about him being an asshole, I think. Then you stumbled right to bed. Out like a light.”

You take in this newfound information warily. “So, you aren’t sure if I actually talked to him or not?”

“No. It could’ve been Sehun’s door. Hell, it could’ve been a damn wall you were hitting, you were that fucked up,” Seulgi says, chuckling at the memory.

So, there is still a chance Chanyeol was lying. Your certainty crumbles even further when a fresh memory from last night unlocks. It isn’t an image, but a feeling. Hands–fingers–ghosting up your stomach, your cheek.

You blink. Will you remember this? A whisper.

“Either way I appreciate it.” Yerim leans her head back to smile at you upside down, pulling you out of your reverie. “I love you, Sis.”

You smile in return, hoping it reaches your eyes as you pat her round cheek. She giggles, the sound should ease your heart. Instead, it brings another wave of guilt over you, making you shiver despite the heat of the sun overhead.

She readjusts, no longer staring up at you, and starts going on about something else, missing the way Seulgi and you lock eyes, worry and apprehension shared between you both.

Oh, how the knot tangles.

You spend a few more hours at the beach. Play in the water, take a nice afternoon nap, and just lounge around until you get a text from Sehun letting you know that the rehearsal is almost over and that they will all be eating lunch in his suite.

With that, you head back to your own room to get ready.

While in the elevator, Yerim’s phone pings. She checks the text and immediately lights up and starts squealing in excitement.

“What is it?” Seulgi asks, reveling in her sister’s delight.

“Loey just texted me!”

“What did he say?” You ask, playing as nonchalant as possible.

“He said that he’s sorry for not getting back to me this morning and missing breakfast. He said he overslept and woke up right before he had to go to rehearsal. He was wondering if he could make it up to me with lunch!”

“That’s… cute.” Seulgi’s smile becomes forced, and she turns to you with widening eyes that say, ‘what the hell’. You purse your lips as an unwelcoming bout of jealousy makes you consider telling the sisters that Chanyeol was indeed awake early enough to get breakfast this morning.

Not your place.

“I’m going to invite him to Sehun’s…. If that’s okay?” Yerim checks for confirmation. You both agree reluctantly.

She bounces on the balls of her feet excitedly as she types away. The doors open and you leap out, feeling trapped in the confines of the small metal box.

“Aw man. He wants it to be just us two. I hope you don’t mind me skipping out on lunch with everyone.”

“It’s no problem,” you reassure her, meaning it completely.

“Yeah, I’m sure you both have a lot to catch up on,” Seulgi adds.

That is that. You all take turns showering and start getting ready for lunch. You’re rushing a bit, wanting to see your friends and ask about the rehearsal, plus you’re starving. Chanyeol hadn’t given you much in his apology plate.

And, you hate to admit it, but you need a break from Yerim.

When Yerim is in the shower, Seulgi enters your room, sits on the corner of the bed, and watches you put your makeup on.

When your name finally leaves her mouth, you know you’re in trouble. It holds an authority you rarely hear her use. Slowly, you put down your mascara and turn in your chair, giving her your undivided attention.

“I love you,” she starts, voice deceivingly calm. “But Yerim is my sister. I can’t keep protecting you and Chanyeol. It’s not fair to her.”

“I know,” you say.

“We have to tell her,” she proceeds.

“I agree.”

Seulgi inhales deeply. “She’s going to be furious, but she has a right to know about you two. Especially since it seems you’re the reason why he kicked her out of their room.”

Her statement shocks you. “What?”

She throws you an incredulous look. “Are you telling me you didn’t see the way he was watching you throughout dinner? Not to mention how he would, like, study you whenever he touched Yerim? Like he was trying to get a reaction? Trying to make you jealous? I don’t know. Neither one of you have ever really told anyone why you broke up. It’s been a mystery for all of us, you know. We’ve been trying to solve it for years. I was hoping that seeing you both together would solve everything. But, to be honest, it’s only making things more confusing because….”

Her hands rub together, as though she’s putting on lotion. Her eyebrows furrow and her eyes are far away as she thinks about what she has seen. When she refocuses on you, you gulp, hating the distrust in her gaze. “I think Chanyeol is still in love with you.”

“Seulgi.” You don’t–no, can’t hear this right now, not when everything has become so much more complicated.

Her eyes pool with sorrow, for who you weren’t sure. “If Yerim is going to get her heart broken during this trip, I would rather it be from Yeol alone. I don’t want to hurt her, and I know you don’t want to either.”

You didn’t. Yerim is like a little sister to you. Damn Chanyeol for putting you in such a predicament.

“So, when do we tell her?” You ask, filled with a new resolve. You wanted to be done with all this unnecessary drama. “Right now? After lunch? Tomorrow before the wedding? When is the right time?”

“I think now is better than later. I can’t keep lying to her face.”

“I don’t want to lie anymore either. This is Chanyeol’s mess. Let’s tell her, and have him deal with explaining everything while they’re out.”

A couple knocks at your door cuts your conversation short. You both share a glance, not expecting guests.

“Maybe it’s Sehun?” You guess before getting to your feet to answer. “Lord knows he’s always so damn impatient.”

You trudge over and tear the door open.

“Dude, I swear we’re on our way….”

The height is expected. Chanyeol’s face? Not so much.

Speak of the devil….

He is wearing a cocky grin on his face, that swiftly falls the moment you grace his presence. 

“Oh,” slips out of your mouth, expressing all the disappointment you feel at seeing him instead of your best friend. Although your heart begins racing, you find it a bit easier to be confronted with him this time around. Actually, the conversation you just had comes back to you, and you realize that you’re annoyed with him. “What are you doing here?” 

He jerks back from your tone, probably shocked by how bored you sound. “I was just, um, I’m here to, uh, pick up–”

“Yerim,” You finish for him, nodding in confirmation. Right. Of course. His girlfriend.

With her name hovering between you, the atmosphere thickens awkwardly. You’re still mad at him, but it’s overwhelmed by a different disappointment than you felt prior. It takes a second, and then it clicks as to why you feel this. Wow, you really are stupid, huh? A foolish part of you had hoped that he was here to see you. But at the reminder that he has someone else, you are embarrassed to think something so delusional. You don’t know where to look–eyes jumping around randomly, only passing his face every few seconds. Your hands dangle uselessly at your sides, and all you can think is ‘abort, abort, ABORT’. 

“I–right. Let me go get her.” Your voice betrays your disappointment. 

You turn stiffly to do just that, but get pulled to a stop before you can even take a step into the room. Chanyeol’s strong hand curls posessively around the pit of your elbow, thumb resting on the sharp bone. You gasp and hold your breath, still as a statue as you anticipate his next move. Once he senses your attention, he lets his hand slither down the soft skin of your arm to wrap around your wrist. 

“Wait.” Your name leaves his mouth in a gravelly whisper, causing your stomach to roll nauseatingly. Hesitantly, you turn your body back around to face him, and once your eyes lock, they hold on steadfast, as if that is where they are always meant to be. 

“I….” His sentence gets caught in his throat as he continues staring at you. It’s as though your face is distracting him, rendering him the ability to even speak. There’s a question in his glittery orbs, but you can’t decipher what it is he’s asking.

“What is it?” You ask gently.

That seems to draw him out of his trance. He shakes his head in an attempt to clear it. 

“Did you get my gift?” The way he asks makes your conversation feel more intimate, a private thing between only you.

You know instantly what he’s referencing: the food from earlier. Confirming your suspicions that it was indeed him, although you never had a doubt. 

“I did,” you admit, albeit reluctantly.

His eyes narrow suspiciously. “Did you eat any of it?”

Even more reluctantly, “I did.”

“Good. That’s good.” And he does appear very relieved, knowing you accepted his ‘gift’. “I was worried.”

“Worried about what?” You push.

His eyes cut to you and you almost recoil from the intensity burning within them. “That you wouldn’t eat it, even though you were starving, because you knew it was from me.”

Ah, he still knows you well.

“I’m not that petty,” you mutter.

“Yes you are.” He grins before a thought occurs to him, causing the smile to fall just as quickly as it formed. “At least, you were.”

That kills the peace you two had created.

“Anyways,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I wanted to apologize for the way I acted earlier. It was wrong for me to say all of that. I just, I don’t know, wanted to try to be normal, for Junmyeon’s sake, but….”

He shrugs helplessly, and you feel that–the helplessness. Despite digging this hole, Chanyeol is just as stuck as you are.

“What about this morning was ‘normal’?” You ask, feeling the anguish from earlier take over your body. “You were trying to upset me. Is that what all of this is? One big ploy to make me feel like shit?”

“That’s not….” He lets out a heavy sigh and runs a hand over his face. “I’m really bad at this. I don’t want to fight, I want us to start over. To be friends.”

You give him an incredulous look that he meets earnestly. Looking at him, at that angelic face that was once your whole world, you realize that what he is asking is impossible. There’s too much history here, too many unresolved issues for you both to move forward on friendly terms.

“I don’t know, Chanyeol,” you say quietly. “I think we’re far from becoming friends, and I don’t really want to be. We only have a few more days here, so let’s just keep pretending we don’t know each other. Hell, we don’t even have to pretend. I don’t know you anymore.” 

“And who’s fault is that?” He asks, voice rising in a sudden anger that makes you flinch. “I wasn’t the one who called off the wedding, remember? That was you. You were the one who decided I wasn’t worth forever anymore, not the other way around!”

“Is that what you think?” You hiss, just as upset. “That’s never what I meant! And why would you even care anymore? You’ve moved on, haven’t you? Do I have to keep reminding you that you have a girlfriend?” Who isn’t me, you want to add.

“Why do you keep calling her that?” He asks, exasperated. You’re sure that if he wasn’t still holding onto your wrist like a leash, he’d be pacing the hall. “She’s just my date! We aren’t serious!”

“Does she know that?” You question. “I have a feeling that if I asked, she’d say differently.”

His eyes bounce back and forth between yours, searching for the right answer. He deflates, knowing what it is. “I already told you, I don’t want to fight. I didn’t come here for that.”

“No, because you came here for her.”

You both hear it, the pain that rips from your chest. It causes you both to pause. You’re mortified, and it skyrockets when he seems to soften. He stares down at you fondly, and his stance straightens. 

“I came here to make things right,” he reveals, voice just as tender as his expression. 

“And how are you going to do that?”

“I’m going to take her to lunch as promised.”

You slowly nod at that. “As you should. It’s for the best.”

“Is it?” He questions.

Seulgi’s words echo in your head, “I think Chanyeol is still in love with you.”

And with the way he is admiring you, you can see it. Your heart quickens at the idea of him still wanting you. You want to relish in it, in his affection, his touch. Your attraction for him never completely ceased, no matter how many times you have told yourself otherwise. If you are around him for much longer, you are going to give into the temptation that is his mouth, his big hands, his unbreaking steady gaze.

You want to believe what he just insinuated. He came here to make things right, he said. Not just with Yerim, but maybe with you too. You want to believe that the girl getting ready, oblivious to what’s happening only a few feet away, isn’t the only reason why he is standing before you right now, that you still have a claim on him.

“It has to be.” You tell the both of you, drawing the line in the sand for both not to cross.

And yet he still pushes. “And why is that?”

Because I’m terrified of what will happen if we keep meeting like this.

“Because she’s your date.”

He nods in agreement just as you had before. 

“You want to know the real reason why I brought her,” he asks suddenly.

You should say no. You should walk away and forget the man before you. To keep pretending he means nothing to you. But, the most selfish part of you wins. You need to know. So you nod, allowing him to destroy all pretenses between you both.

“As an excuse,” he whispers, gauging your reaction. “To stay away from you.”

You think you should probably feel angry by his confession, but you don’t. Maybe you’re reading a bit more into it, but you find it has you swooning.

He takes a step forward, causing your head to fall back to keep looking at him. His hand finally falls from your wrist, lifting to cup your jaw, making sure you can’t see anything but him. 

Still in a whisper, he continues. “But since last night, the excuse has changed.”

His thumb caresses your cheek. “Now I’m using her as a way to see you. To talk to you. Because that’s the only way you will.”

“That’s not fair.” 

He smiles ruefully. “It really isn’t, is it?”

You can’t help but scoff. “You’re such an–”

“Asshole?” He finishes with a smug grin. “I know.”

A silence falls over you, and you’re observing him so closely, admiring him in a way that feels so familiar it’s nearly effortless, that you catch the shift. His eyes darken with intent as they latch onto your slightly open mouth with laser focus.

You stiffen in his grip, holding your breath as you wait for him to close the distance. So much for that line in the sand.

His head tilts slightly, hair tickles your forehead, nose brushes against yours.

You can’t.

“I’ll tell Yerim you stopped by,” you let out in a shaky breath, lips nearly brushing against his.

His eyes have fallen shut, and he keeps them closed as he briefly rests his forehead against yours, catching his barings. 

“Right.” Reluctantly, he pulls away, taking steps back so that he’s in the middle of the hallway, and you get a bout of deja vu. You were in a similar situation before, were you not? Only now the roles have reversed.

“Tell her to come to my room when she’s ready.” His tone is professional, no ounce of emotion can be heard, as if he weren’t seconds away from kissing you. 

It makes you cold.

With that, he swiftly turns and heads the two doors down to his own suite.

You stand there for a moment, collecting yourself. You can’t seem to shake off the frigidness that chills you with the lack of his warmth. Your hands go to your jaw, fingers touching  the parts Chanyeol had cradled, fighting the overwhelming need to scream.

You need to tell Yerim her date is ready for her. Right. You slip back into your suite to do just that.

Only to be stopped by Seulgi standing a few feet away, expression hard to read.

A staring match commences. It feels like she’s your parent having caught you red handed trying to creep back into the house after sneaking out.

Yerim comes out of their room, ready to go.

“I thought I heard knocking. Was someone here?” She asks, unaware of the silent battle going on in front of her.

“Chanyeol,” you answer, attention never leaving her sister.

“Who?”

You grit your teeth, growing more agitated with her. How can she not know the name of the man she claims to be falling for?

“Loey stopped by,” Seulgi speaks, voice steel, eyes unwavering. “But you were still getting ready. He asked us to tell you to head over to his room when you were finished. Right?”

The question is aimed at you. She lifts her eyebrow, challenging you to correct her.

“...Right.” You lose the staring contest as you agree, guilt casting your eyes down.

“Oh shit! I need to hurry then!” Yerim runs off.

Your wrist and jaw still burn from the ghost of Chanyeol’s touch.

“The food got here before you did,” are Sehun’s first words when you trudge into his room fifteen minutes later. Seulgi hasn’t spoken a word to you since Yerim left your suite, and you can’t blame her. Although, you wish she’d actually communicate her feelings towards you right now.

You can’t stand her being angry with you.

This is not your first disagreement. You’ve argued numerous times. That doesn’t make it any easier though, especially since you can’t really defend yourself.

“Sorry,” you say distractedly as you search the room for someone in particular. There he is! You march right over to Jongin and throw your arms around his slender torso, burying your head into the crook of his neck.

He freezes only for a second, surprised, and then he’s returning the hug, swaying you back and forth comfortingly. 

“God, you give the best hugs,” you mumble against his warm skin.

He chuckles into your hair. “You seem like you really need one.”

“You have no idea.” Satisfied, you pull back, stewing in your bad mood. He clips your chin fondly and then leads you over to the counter that’s pouring over with food.

You all huddle in the living room, sitting in a circle on the floor. All the groom’s men are present except Chanyeol.

“Oh! I have important news!” Jongdae begins excitedly, gaining everyone’s attention. “Eunhee is pregnant.”

“WHAT?!” You all yell. Eunhee is Jongdae’s longtime girlfriend.

He’s glowing from joy. “I know. I should have told you all yesterday, but there was already a lot going on and Junmyeon was the main event. I didn’t want to take away from him. But, yeah, I’m going to be a father!”

“Is that why she’s not here?” Sehun asks.

Jongdae nods. “She’s not that far along, but we didn’t want to take any risks.”

“Oh, gosh,” Seulgi coos. “I’m so happy for you.”

“I’m going to be an uncle!” Jongin cheers.

“You already are an uncle!” Jongdae points out, reminding Jongin of the fact he has sisters with children.

“Okay, but this is different!”

“So, we have one friend getting married, and now another having a kid.” Baekhyun says, shaking his head in disbelief. “Boy, are we getting old.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you mutter bitterly. Your comment causes the others to chuckle.

“It was bound to happen eventually,” Sehun says, reaching over to pat your back. “But hey, we’re not doing too bad on this life thing. I’m proud of all of us.”

“Do you have any secret lovers or children we should know about?” You ask the proud best man with narrowed eyes.

Sehun rolls his eyes. “As much as I love Busan, I haven’t found anyone that I feel particularly connected to yet. The restaurant keeps me busy. As for children, I have Vivi, and I enjoy spoiling that boy too much. I don’t think I’m ready to have another one.”

“Vivi?” Seulgi asks skeptically. He merely shrugs.

Vivi is his dog.

“I know it’s a rather touchy subject,” Jongdae begins. “But you haven’t been with anyone since Chanyeol, have you?”

Just hearing his name causes your palms to sweat. You have to actively avoid glancing at Seulgi to gauge her reaction.

“I mean,” you start carefully. “I have needs. But, no. I haven’t been with anyone seriously since. To be honest, I think it’s been a year since I last humored anyone.”

“It’s the same for him too, you know?” Baekhyun reveals.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Seulgi abruptly asks Sehun, who shows her. She excuses herself and it’s silent as you all watch her disappear. Once she’s gone, all eyes are on you.

“Chanyeol told me about bringing a date,” Baekhyun admits in a hurry, sensing that you’re on borrowed time. “He told me it was because he couldn’t face you alone. I told him that was the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. But you know Yeol, once he’s made up his mind about something, there’s no talking him out of it.”

“I know,” you answer quietly. He couldn’t face you alone? Well, it does line up to what he revealed earlier, that he brought Yerim as a way to avoid you. God, what an idiot.

“He’s an asshole,” Jongin speaks up. You lift an eyebrow at that, Jongin isn’t one to be so… vulgar. “And just so you know, we’re all on your side.”

“Hell yeah, we are.” Jongdae agrees, holding up a fist. “Fighting.”

“He shouldn’t have pretended to not know us,” Baekhyun frowns. He must still be hurting over his best friend’s rejection.

“It wasn’t smart.” Sehun turns to you. “Did you talk to Yerim?”

“I was going to,” you start and he groans. “Sehun, really! I was! But then Chanyeol showed up and whisked her away. That’s why she’s not here right now.”

“He really has a lot of balls, bringing another girl knowing you were going to be here,” Jongdae seethes. 

“Guys,” you’re quick to defend. “It’s been years. He’s allowed to bring whoever he wants. Allowed to date whoever he wants. We’re no longer together.”

They all scoff.

“I know it’s not my place,” Baekhyun, king instigator, begins. “But you and Yeol were perfect together. You complete each other, and neither one of you have been the same since the breakup. I genuinely hope that the two of you can work it out.”

“As soon as he gets rid of that high schooler,” Jongin adds.

“She’s in college,” you correct weakly.

Conversation finally turns to something else, and it’s perfect timing because Seulgi rejoins right after.

You spend the next hour chatting and goofing off. It feels so good to be back with your closest friends. You can’t help but get nostalgic, comparing the people you all are today to the carefree group of kids you were when you all first got together.

Unfortunately, time flies by while having fun, and the boys have a bachelor’s party to throw.

“I wish I were a boy. That way I could tag along,” you say forlornly.

“Junmyeon wants you both there!” Jongin says, swinging your hands in his. “Just come.”

“We can’t,” Seulgi declines. “It wouldn’t look good. Watch over our boy though. Show him a good time.”

“I told him we should’ve gone to the states,” Baekhyun sighs dramatically. “We could’ve gone to Las Vegas, gone to a strip club!”

At the mention of a strip club, both Baekhyun and Jongin start doing body rolls. Jongdae pretends to make money rain on them.

“Don’t get him fucked up!” You threaten, pointing at the kinky troublemakers. “Tomorrow is going to be the most important day of his life, and he cannot be hungover through it!”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,” Jongdae and Baekhyun salute before giggling to each other.

Yeah, that didn’t look good.

“I’m not drinking,” Sehun reassures, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “As best man, I have to make sure everyone makes it back to the hotel in one piece.”

“You sure it’s not because Junmyeon punished you for this morning?” You tease.

He shoves you away. “Just for that, you’re not coming.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “I wasn’t going anyway, Nerd.”

You all head out of Sehun’s suite. Seulgi and you wave them farewell as they make their way to the elevators.

Seulgi sighs once it’s just the two of you. “I’m jealous.”

“Same. They’re our friends too.”

You both share a watery pout and then Seulgi is pulling out her key to enter the room.

“Wait.” You rest your hand over hers. She lifts her eyebrows expectantly at you. “I’m sorry.”

She takes a deep breath and rubs her temples. “This is so fucked. I hate lying to Yerim like this.”

“I know,” you say. “You’re now caught in the middle of something that has nothing to do with you. I’m going to fix this. Yerim should be back now. I’ll tell her everything. I promise.”

She gives you a weak smile before pulling you in for a hug. “Thank you.”

“You’re my best friend,” you answer simply. “My sister. Both of you are. It’ll be easier on everyone once Yerim knows.”

“I love you too,” she replies. That brings a goofy grin out of you, knowing that you’re forgiven.

Visibly in a better mood, she enters the hotel room in a flourish.

Only for you both to stop dead in your tracks when you see Yerim sobbing in the living room.

“Yerim!” Seulgi rushes over to her sister. You join a bit later, apprehension slowing your limbs as you hover over the bawling girl. “What is it? What happened?”

“Loey!” She wails. You share a nervous look with Seulgi. “Loey broke up with me!”

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It's a day, post a wip

@tracingpatternswrites tagged me to do a sunday snippet, but it's monday so i'm a day too late. whoops.

anyway! here is a (very rough and unedited) snippet for chapter 2 of Love in Silence

The next morning comes early. Too early if Sirius has any say in it. His arms hurt, as does his head, and his throat feels as if it's laced with sandpaper. He groans as he stretches slowly, realising just how tense his muscles are. He blinks a couple of times as he tries to get used to the sunlight that peeks through the small gap between the curtain and the wall.

He stretches his hands, wincing as his fingers pop as if they haven’t been used like that in a long time [editing Britt needs to look this over] as he slowly turns to look at Remus, he startles a little to see the other man already up and sitting at his desk.

“Moon- oh fuck.” he grimaces as his voice croaks and his throat hurts as if he’s recovering from a nasty cold. Remus turns slowly at the sound, smiling as their eyes meet.

“morning love, how are you feeling?” his voice is soft and a little hesitant.

Sirius frowns at him, tilting his head a bit to the side as he tries to figure out what happened to cause this. You see, Remus isn’t a morning person at all. So for him to be awake before Sirius, and speaking full sentences means either two things.

One: This moon will be a rough one and he hasn’t slept at all;

Two: Sirius had a nightmare or a panic attack, and it was bad enough to worry Remus.

The moon has just passed last week, so I can’t be that. Meaning it’s most likely option two. The thing is, Sirius hardly remembers anything about the last 24 hours. That isn’t unusual, but it doesn’t mean that it isn’t scary.

I'm tagging: @r33sespieces (your widow remus fic has my heart.) @heartofspells (yes, again. i think you know what i want but i'll take anything lmao) @pinklume (more nice Lyall!!!!) @narcissa-black-supermacy (i love you and i just finished a prongsfoot fic you reccomended so your agenda is spreading!) Obviously, no pressure at all!

[skinimini80]

Ok so I purged on the special day when I didn’t want to right?

I really wanted to experience a full day of eating without any purging or whatever.

I ate breakfast, it tasted lame. I got some lunch, it was alright. Both meals were very nutritious and came out to 912 cals.

My calorie tracking app says my maintenance is around 1500 cals. My plan was to eat a dinner that fit those cals.

Unfortunately, calorie guilt. I was hungry, which happens when I eat early enough and frequent enough. My hunger made it hard to focus and I really just wanted to try to eat three meals without purging like i intended to the previous day.

So… i had a little drink to ease my worries.

Two little drinks actually.

I was plastered.

Plastered enough to eat without purging, though I was tempted.

Plastered enough to actually enjoy eating.

Plastered enough to eat beyond fullness but also to sleep with a distended stomach that would probably be painful sober.

I ate around 2194 calories (including alcohol cals).

I woke up at like 12 and had some water. I woke up three hours later and had some more water and then weighed myself to see.

119.2

That’s not my true weight ok? I know it. I drank a lot of water in the night AND had finished eating at like 9. I slept poorly and had sodium rich foods with rice and alcohol! Excluding a heavy workout, i did everything that makes me retain water weight, AND had a big meal in my stomach. I normally weigh in at 9-10 o’clock in the morning. Weighing myself so early, so full of food and water, is like weighing myself in the middle of the day!

Anyways i got up at 6 because I couldn’t sleep and made some breakfast to raise my blood sugar after drinking.

It’s 10:30 now and I’m having a latte. I’m not hungry at all.

These past two days have been estimated calorie guessing because I haven’t prepared my dinners for myself. If I’m accurate, and my calorie apps assessment of my tdee is accurate, i am only about 2203 calories over my maintenance for the past two days. That isn’t even a pound. If I can keep my cool and not overeat today, I’ll be back to normal soon enough. I’ve already had quite a few shits today (post weigh in). And I’m feeling better having had plenty of water and a decent breakfast.

I may or may not restrict today. This week is sort of a metabolism week i guess? I’m tracking how much i’m eating and trying to pay attention to my body. Weightloss has been slowing down lately and I don’t really know what my actual tdee is. Im not in quasi recovery, and I’m not mechanically eating three meals. If im absolutely ravenous for lunch today I’ll allow it, but if I’m not then I won’t bother stuffing myself. It would make total sense that I wouldn’t be hungry today. While i drink I feel hungry but google says that’s because alcohol can lower blood sugar. I had strawberries, granola, and a little bit of yogurt this morning (half the serving just for flavor). It’s been four hours and I’m still not even hungry.

Also at the end of the day, 119.2 as a bloated weight is not bad, even if I had slept and not had water and not eaten so late.

Also tmi but my shit lowkey smells like the food I ate. I can also see a good bit of it undigested in the shit. I may not even being breaking down and absorbing all the calories lmao.

[a-snowpoff]

LET ME KNOW IF YOU’RE FEELING COLD HUMAN, I’M HAPPY TO LEND YOU MY JACKET SHOULD YOU REQUIRE IT! THOUGH IF THAT IS NOT SUFFICIENT MAY I OFFER THAT WE SNUGGLE INSTEAD? I'D THINK YOU'D LIKE YOUR FRIENDS WARM AND CUDDLY... LIKE SKELETONS!!! VERY SOFT, AND FULL OF CALCIUM.

[sarah-yyy]

Hi, jiejie! What is this Cherry Magic show and where can I watch it with subs?

alright alright it’s been awhile since the last proper rec post, and i think if any show calls for it, it would be cherry magic, so. idec that i’m late to the party, and everyone’s probably already seen this, just. if you haven’t, please watch it.

links first so i don’t forget after screaming about why y’all should watch this: modern jdrama // eng subs (all 12 eps + 1 special; approx. 25 mins each)

long story short so you can immediately get your serotonin shot instead of having to read this post: cute virgin who thinks himself unloveable gets mind-reading powers on his 30th birthday, and lands himself a cute coworker boyfriend (who! has! been! pining! after! him! for! years!) after some Panic. that’s it! that’s the story!! 

(OH and before i forget, i feel y’all’ve got to be prepared for this, because i definitely wasn’t and i SCREECHED when it happened: THERE IS A FOREHEAD!! KISS!!! SCENE!!!!! i lost like 5 years of my life from that tbh. also: 摸头杀 + 公主抱 + 英雄救美 scenes involved in this show. i can’t believe this show just gave me every single thing i wanted in life just like that)

this sweet boy is adachi! has some serious self-esteem/anxiety issues, but is so nice and so sweet!! he works hard!! and does his best!!! 

this babe has never dated/slept with anyone in his life, and wakes up on his 30th birthday with the ability to read the minds of people he touches!! he has a whole freakout about it (valid), but eventually decides the way to deal with it is to avoid touching people (babe), so he starts going to work early to avoid crowds.

he accidentally finds out through his mind-reading powers that his colleague kurosawa has a crush on him one day!! the whole scene in the elevator was so fucking cute omg kurosawa was going !!!!!! in his head about being so lucky to see his crush so early in the morning, and adachi was going lmao he has a crush on one of our coworkers, i wonder who-

you, babe. it’s you.

this also very sweet boy is kurosawa, the ace of the sales department, well-liked by everyone in the office because he’s So Nice. friendly heads up that his smiles are Lethal and will inflict Serious Damage. i recommend y’all have emergency services on speed dial while you’re watching, just in case.

ANYWAY kurosawa has secretly liked adachi for a few years! he observes adachi silently, notices the things he does and the things he likes, but has never made a move on him because he doesn’t think adachi likes guys. HE’S JUST. my god. the nicest person in the world. also the cutest. like adachi slept over at his place for ~reasons one night, and he was literally losing it at how cute adachi looked and couldn’t calm himself down enough to go to bed. 

he has very cute daydreams about being domestic with adachi and it’s just all so wholesome i almost went feral at so many points. when they get to crash at each other’s place, kurosawa cooks for adachi and he always looks so blissed out whenever adachi enjoys it, like: I DID A THING FOR ADACHI AND HE LIKES IT!!!!!!

the progression of their relationship is so good and so natural!! every episode made me yell because of how cute the both of them were being, and GOD!!!! kurosawa’s pining will Get You at so many points, he’s so heartfelt and earnest about his feelings for adachi, even if it’s just inside his head sometimes, and he wants so much to make adachi happy and give him everything he wants, even if he thinks he might not be what adachi wants. and adachi slowly getting over the mortifying ordeal of being known, and making friends! and falling in love!! and trying new things!!! was so, so sweet ahhhh. his character growth was so well done my god, i want to cry just thinking about it

ANYWAY just please watch cherry magic!! it’s a relatively short series, compared to what i usually watch, and very, very easy to start and finish. there will be some parts *cough ep 11 cough* that will make you :((( but overall? MAXIMUM SEROTONIN GUARANTEED. 

[sanzusbestie]

Hellooooo Can I request for away Shinichiro would show his affection? Have a great dayyyyy 💜

♡ How Shinichiro shows his affection ♡

Pairing : Shinichiro Sano x Reader

Warnings : none

A/N : Heyyyyy, thank you so much for requesting ! I hope you'll like it ! Have a nice day 💕

This boy is romantic af

You'll always feel loved

Not a day goes by without him proving his undying love for you, even if you don't notice

First of all, he'd often buy you flowers

And then he'd brag about knowing their meaning when he doesn't (he always ask the florist for help)

He'd buy you food

He once called you and told you to come by your window like Gabriella

There he was, in your parking lot, with a heart shaped pizza 💀

Sometimes, he'd pretend it was his

"Since I have such a big heart, we'll share. Oh wait, you know what ? You can have it all."

Tbh he just likes to watch you being happy with your favourite snack

Talking about watching you, you'd often catch him looking at you

He looks at you with so much love, you'd wonder how you got this lucky

He made a playlist for you two and an album photo <3333

He's always taking pictures of you

You're smiling ? Pic. Sleeping ? Pic. Doing nothing ? Pic. Falling ? Pic.

This boy has a lot of things that could be used to blackmail you lmao

But he loves you so much, so he doesn't

He takes you out on dates, as often as he's able

He'd always hold the door for you and he'd always try to pay everything but you don't let him

Shinichiro would always be there for you, oh your appointment finished late ? You don't even have to ask for him to pick you up, hell do it

If you're sick, he would immediately come to your place after closing his shop at the end of the day with some medicine and food

If he's not working that day, he'd spend it lying with you in your bed

He tells you that you're beautiful every day <3

He'd also make you feel loved with physical contact

Either he's petting your head, stroking your hair, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles

Kiss, kiss, kiiiiiiss

Takes every opportunity to kiss you

It's so cute when, in the morning, he's late and he goes out without kissing you he stops everything and run back even if it's just for a peck

You once went on a trip for the week-end and the only room left had a single bed and he told you "and there was only one bed" 💀

Like you haven't slept in the same bed already

But it's also this very night that you caught him at 3 am whispering in your hair how much he loves you and the feeling of your fingers intertwined makes you feel at peace

Bonus : he tried to write you a love poem once on a napkin as you two went for a coffee, it was so bad 🗿 actually funnier than anything but you smiled and kissed him cuz he deserves it. You kept this napkin forever

[ethereal-engene]

Thursdays with Jaeyun

pairing: jaeyun x gn!reader (uni-student) & established relationship

genre: fluff // warnings: mentions of food

summary: Thursdays mean just one day from the weekend. On Thursdays, Jake takes you to different cafes to study at!

wc: ~2.1k

taglist: @soobin-chois @goldenhypen @linoragi @k-library @misfitsjy @lodestardreams @yvesismywife @bluesoobinnie @koakyuu @haoreo​

spending the week with ENHA m.list & taglist form

Mornings

Waking up with Jake is an easy thing to do but getting out of bed is not.

Something tells me that he’s the type of person to be on his phone while in bed. Making sure that he doesn’t wake you up because the night before, you slept late again studying. 

He wishes you wouldn’t sleep so late and tries his best to stay awake but fails. You can’t blame him when you know how busy his schedule & day is. As a way to repay your gratitude, you drape one of the many blankets y’all have over him. 

If you’re lucky, you’ll nudge him awake to move into bed & sleep. Most of the time, he’ll shake his head insisting that he’s still awake - even though you know that Jake is on the verge of falling asleep. 

While he’s catching up on things with his members, he’ll take notice of the time. Even though he loves to cuddle and stay in bed with you, he needs to get up eventually. 

You weren’t fully awake but you felt the shift when he was moving to get out of bed. Not wanting him to leave yet, you tug on his shirt. 

“Just 5 more minutes.” You softly said while still grasping his shirt. Not letting go until you feel the weight of him next to you. He’ll slowly make his way to you and kiss your forehead. 

“You know you have to wake up soon, right?” 

“Yeah I know but that doesn’t mean I want to.” Groaning and pulling the sheets above you in an attempt to shield the sunlight. However, that darkness doesn’t last very long because Jake pulls the sheets away from you. The sun and Jake have one thing in common, they shine regardless if you want them to or not. 

“I’ll make you coffee and after we freshen up, we’ll go to our first cafe!” 

Hearing the word cafe is all it takes for you to get up. You picked up your phone and surely enough it was Thursday. If you had to pick a favorite day out of the week, it’d be Thursdays. 

Studying by yourself wasn’t that fun but with one of your favorite people & the reasons why you haven’t given up makes the task easier to do. 

When you’re freshening up and getting ready, Jake over here has already changed and made coffee for you. Along with that, he packs your things into your backpack. 

You’ll never know how he knows what you need. The secret behind it, he somehow got a hold of your schedule and keeps up to date with what you’re studying for. Jake believes in the power of the small and big gestures when it comes to showing his love. 

Stepping out of the bathroom to the smell of coffee was amazing. Not as amazing as Jake though. You love seeing him dressed to the nines but nothing beats him dressed casually.  

You had accidentally eyed him too long and hearing

“You like what you see, babe?” 

“Of course, I do. My man looks mighty fine!”. And just like that, you’ve made the tables turn in your favor. Taking the coffee out of his hands to drink it. 

You gulp down your coffee and hastily place in it the sink. Reminding yourself that you’ll wash it once y’all are back home. All that is left to do is lock up the apartment and the day ahead of y’all begins. 

Click is heard as he inserts the key to lock the door. Y’all walk hand in hand to the first cafe. Each week is a new cafe. Since these study dates were proposed by Jake, he’s the one that finds these cafes. 

The first place is a dog cafe! Along with that, it’s also where y’all get breakfast together. You and Jake had to resist the urge to not stay here the entire day. Knowing you two, if you did stay, there would be no studying to be done. 

Watching Jake play with the dogs made your morning. He was like a puppy too (affectionate tone lmao). You had to record it and send it to his parents. Somehow, he managed to find a dog that looked similar to Layla. 

Now it was even harder to get Jake to leave. You guys shared a dish as the serving size was at least for 2 people. Breakfast was a meal that you guys made sure not to skip. It’s the most important meal! 

Prior to departing the cafe, you bought some treats to give the dogs and a keychain for Jake to keep. It was similar to the emoji that represented him. 

- onto the next cafe! -

Afternoons

The next cafe is where y’all spend most ,if not all, of your day at. Walking into the cafe, a bell rings when you push the door open. 

The ambience of the cafe is amazing. The speakers are playing lo-fi music and it’s not too loud or soft. Just enough for you to hear Jake signal that he’s found a place to sit together.

It’s a booth in the corner and even has an outlet nearby! As y’all settle into it, not long after a waiter comes to take your’s and his order. 

You had already set up your laptop and little space to do work. All that was left was to start it... Now Jake has been dating you for a good long while - meaning he knows that you don’t want to start your work. 

So you’ll look around the cafe to observe others and eventually go back to staring at your laptop. Closing the screen to look at your boyfriend, he was out here doing whatever on his phone. Not noticing that you were looking at him, you just kept looking at him until he’d look at you.

It didn’t take long. He titled his head up and kept eye contact with you. Then he eyed the laptop and back at you. Moving one of his eyebrows to ask you why you weren’t doing your work. 

To which your facial expression told him that you didn’t want to. In an attempt to get you to do your work, he left his side of the booth to side beside you.

“For every assignment you finish, you can take a break with me and I’ll give you a kiss too. Seems like a fair deal?”

Nodding your head in agreement and you went to work. Getting a break and his kisses is a win for you both. True to his proposed deal, he kept his word. Managing to get through at least 2 assignments in a day wasn’t bad!

During the breaks, you would watch random videos or talk to him about your assignments. It was also spent eating what you guys ordered. Occasionally ordering additional dishes when y’all are there.

Jake knew that it would be a good pick if the cafe both served sweets and actual meals as y’all would be there for long. When it’s close to the clock hitting 12′o clock, he’ll order food!

You’re typing away and eating food wasn’t on your mind. That was until he slowly shut your laptop. You were about to yell at him but stopped when you saw the food. 

It seems like the timing was perfect because your stomach growled. It didn’t give you a chance to refuse that you weren’t feeling hungry. And you knew you couldn’t disagree with the offer of food especially when it was freshly cooked!

Thanking him and digging in was a great choice. The dish was bursting with flavors and spices. Honestly, it was greatly appreciated after having some sweets. He takes great pleasure in seeing a smile appear on your face as you eat.

Jake wants to make sure that you enjoy yourself and the food then tasting it for himself. Plus he lives for your reactions when you eat. It’s simply one of the cutest things that he gets to see. 

After y’all are done, you clean up the table along with throwing away the trash. Returning to the booth, you see that he’s set up your work space again. Before going back to your seat, you glide into his seat. You put your head on his shoulder and tell him 

“Thank you for coming with me as I study. I know it must not be the funnest thing to do with your partner but I appreciate you a lot.”

He’ll lift your face so you can see what he’s about to say next

“I think that getting to see you work hard for your dreams is important. Besides, anywhere and doing anything with you is fun for me!” 

Chuckling to yourself because you know watching someone study isn’t that fun but you admire his take on it. Now all that is left is to finish up some more assignments until you guys get to return to the comfort of y’all’s apartment. 

The time passes by as you finish more work. The sunny day that lie before your eyes has started to fade into the night sky. Painting it with the stars and the moon. 

All it took was one glance at the time on your computer and you started to collect your things. It seems like Jake took a nap and you had to nudge him awake. 

“Come on, Jake! It’s time for us to head back now.” Whispering softly to get him awake. Only for a groggy looking Jake to meet your eyes. Even when he was just waking up, he looked so cute. You almost didn’t want to wake him up more but you knew you had to.

Poking him continuously till he was conscious to walk. You guys waved goodbye to the workers along with expressing your thanks. This cafe was easily one of your favorites. You took a mental note to come back again. 

- onto the walking to & arrival to the apartment -

Evenings

Something tells me that once you guys safely arrive, he ends up running a bath for you. After a long day, he wants to shower you in relaxation since you’ve worked hard today and therefore are deserving of a reward. 

He’ll lead you to the bathroom and leave you to soak up. The bath must have some magic in it because you start to feel the stress & worries in you float away with bubbles. 

It almost makes you fall asleep until you’re interrupted by Jake’s voice calling to you about how dinner is ready. 

A pleasant disruption if you will. As you’re getting out and drying yourself, you can’t help but wonder how in the world you scored him as your boyfriend. On the flip side, Jake has his fair share of moments where he’s like wow I’m so damn lucky to have y/n. 

Putting on your clothes to meet him in the kitchen, your eyes are met with two plates - one for you and one for him. Around the plates, there were vegetables and meat all cooked for y’all to enjoy.

Whoever said that a way to someone’s heart is through food knew what they were talking about. Taking your seat, you gawk at all of the food and proceed to see Jake with his million dollar smile. 

He was really proud of it and was hoping to impress you with it. Waiting silently for you to start eating, he started to put food onto your plate first and then his. One bite into it and you couldn’t help but say yummy after it!

It was so good and that was more than enough for Jake. Enjoying meals together is one of his favorite things to do. 

In return, you wash the dishes and it’s his turn to shower. In the meantime, you decided to brew some sleepy tea. Pouring into y’all’s respective mugs and taking in the taste of tea. You hand his cup and finish yours. 

All that is left in the day is to say goodnight to the world, each other, and the day. He’ll pull you in closer once you guys are in bed. He claims that your warmth is better than the blanket. You’ll complain even though Jake knows that you love it too. 

Actually there is one last step in the day - that would be saying thank you and the I love yous before drifting away to dreamland. 

It is in these Thursdays spent with Jake that you realize that having someone support you as you chase your dreams is just as important as loving them. Having your efforts go places and being backed by your loved ones is one of the greatest things you could ever ask for. How lucky you are to have found Jake as one of your loved ones as he is. 

I need to stop being so critical of myself 😭 I don’t love this fic but I would love to imagine Jake being a huge source of comfort and support when it comes to you working hard to make your dreams come true.

As always, thank you so much for reading this! Please do leave feedback and reblogs or comments <3 they mean the world to me and it lets me know honestly how you feel about it!

Take care of yourself - so drink enough water, please eat good food, and take breaks. If someone hasn’t told you today, I’m proud of you!! 

signing off with love

- ash