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Critical Fail at Flirting, Success at Getting Laid

synop: You've returned home after you latest semester at college and are meeting up with your childhood best friend, Chance. The two of you tiptoe around your feelings for each other, afraid of ruining your friendship. You learn some surprising information, but have to discuss it after your G&G session. Will-they-or-won't-they confess and fuck?

words: 6.7K

includes: chancexfem!reader, childhood friends to lovers, tickling, loss of virginity, oral, ttrgp gaming, fluff and smut

a/n: The Date Everything hyperfixation has begun. If you want more stories you can request them! This has smut! No minors!

“Honey I’m home!” You shouted as you entered your best friend’s home.

After over a decade of friendship, you were practically part of Chance’s family, thus you were able to go to and from his home whenever you pleased. 

Receiving no response, you walked into the house. Slipping your shoes off before padding into the kitchen that wafted the heavenly smell of freshly baked cookies. Said items were on a platter right on the island. Right as you snatched one, it was snatched out of your hand. Whipping around stood your bespeckled bestie with a smug smirk on his face.

“Chance!” You reached for the cookie, as he lifted it way above his head.

“Nuh uh! These are for game night.” 

You struggled to reach up, the cookie just out of your grasp. Plopping back onto your heels you stuck your tongue out at the man in front of you.

“Since when did you get so tall?”

“Since I had a growth spurt four years ago?” He huffed, then took a bite out of the cookie with a grin.

“Hey!”

“Since when did not seeing me for six months make you forget what I looked like?” He teased. 

“Oh, I could never forget a face like yours.” You pinched and wiggled his cheek like a fawning grandma.

“Glad to see you two are still the same.” A voice from behind you caught your attention. 

Chance’s mom shook her head with an amused smile then opened her arms as an invitation. Taking the opportunity you rushed into an embrace, appreciating the homely warmth the woman brought to you.

“Linda! Oh how I missed you!” You gave her a big squeeze. “You were really the person I came to see, I couldn’t go another day without your famous cookies.”

She gave an airy laugh at your dramatic antics.

“As much as I appreciate your fondness for my recipe, you’ll have to thank Chance today. He’s the one that baked him for you and your friends’ reunion.” 

Turning back to Chance, you gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Oh so you made these delicious smelling goodies.” Quickly you snatched another cookie from the plate. “Then you shouldn’t mind if I check them for poison.” 

Chance gave you an incredulous look as you took a big chomp out of the treat. You gave a hum of approval then skipped away, waving to his mom.

“I’ll be upstairs. It’s so great to be back!”

Leaving Chance and his mom alone in the kitchen. The two of them shaking their heads with smiles. 

“I bet you’re happy she’s back.” His mom said knowingly. 

He gave her a look of warning.

“What? She’s your best friend. That’s all…” She gave him a wink, to which he rolled his eyes. 

Chance made his way upstairs to his room. Inside he found you getting comfortable, chilling on his bed. Belly down, with one of his comic books in hand. The sight made his heart swell, bringing back the memories of all of the good times you have had in the room. 

Looking over your shoulder you gave him a bright smile and patted the spot next to you. Joining you, he flopped onto his stomach pressed up against your side. Sighing, you leaned your head on his shoulder. Attention no longer on the comic in your hands. 

Turning to look at him, you felt your heart jolt. While you were always so used to being near him, it seemed that distance truly makes the heart grow fonder. Your affections for the man had been around for a long while, but you had managed to keep them under wraps to protect your friendship. Having been away for so long made you long for him. Both missing having your best friend close by and the person you had been yearning for. 

If you weren’t so stuck in your own head, you might have noticed Chance’s response to your close proximity. Heart racing and cheeks growing red. You weren’t the only one that believed you had an unrequited crush. While you both went away to different schools, he missed you desperately. Every chance he could, he took the opportunity to call you to chat into the late hours. Oftentimes finding you falling asleep on the other end, only making him wish he could be there beside you. But he couldn’t, lest your friendship be completely destroyed. So he did what he could to drown out the feelings. Only allowing himself to enjoy being your best friend and pushing away any thoughts of a budding romantic relationship out of his mind. 

“You doin’ alright?” Chance asked, worry furrowing his brow.

“Uh yeah.” You waved him off, hoping that the heat in your cheeks wasn’t developing into a blush. “Just surprised to see your ugly maw so close to me is all.” You teased. 

Immediately, you regretted the comment. Chance’s eyes grew dark and calculated, a mischievous smirk on his face. Looking down, you spotted his hands slowly creeping up toward you. Leaping up, you held up your arms in defense. 

“I-I mean, your beautiful, lovely maw. How I adore it so… pleasedonttickleme.” 

“It’s too late for pleas, my dear.” 

Yelping, you tried to hop out of the bed, but it was too late. The man had you pinned against the wall with no escape. Warm hands reached for your hips, tickling at your sides making you cackle out unwanted laughs. 

“Chance!” You screeched out, trying to push him away. “Uncle! Uncle!”

“Nuh uh! You’re not getting out of this that easily.” He managed to grab both of your hands, pinning you down onto the bed. The man straddled you, using his free hand to still tickle at your sides. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as involuntary laughs spilled out of you.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry!” You cried out, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “You’re not ugly,” you gasped out more giggles, “No, you’re so handsome!”

“Ha, that’s better, continue, worm.” He paused tickling you, chuckling when you gave him a glare.

“Let me go!” You tried pulling your arms from his grip. He pressed harder against your wrists, pinning you down further.

“Keep apologizing, what else do you got?”

“You’re insufferable.” You spat.

Your eyes widened as his hand returned to your waist. Fingers not tickling you yet, but the threat was still there. Above you, Chance looked at you expectantly with a cocky smirk on his face. It had your face growing hot, realizing the compromising position you were in. Turning your face away, you willed your blush to subside. 

“Insufferably, attractive. Aphrodite herself blessed you with good looks.” You gave him a pleading smile. 

“I suppose that will suffice.” He released his grip and slid off of you. “Looks blessed from a god huh?” He cupped his chin with his hand giving you a dazzling smile. 

“I only said that to get you off of me.” You said, rubbing your wrists.

“Is that so?” He raised a brow at you.

“I-I mean, everything I said was honest and not because I didn’t want you to keep tickling me.” You gave him a sweet smile, batting your lashes at him. 

“That’s what I thought.”

It was cruel, Chance knowing your one weakness. Discovered when you were six years old after he poked you in the side, leaving you in a fit of giggles. The man used it to his advantage, getting you to cave to his whims. Though all in a friendly nature. He never actually used it to hurt you, which was appreciated.

“You’re so lucky you don’t get ticklish.” You groaned.

“Guess I’m just built different.” 

“Uhuh, sure…” You rolled your eyes jokingly. 

Standing from the bed, you stretched your arms up with a groan. Arching your back as you stretched out any kinks. The action allowing Chance’s eyes to trail over your body without you noticing. His gaze landed on the lovely globe of your ass. A secret guilty pleasure of his when you had started… developing. 

In high school you became quite the looker, and still maintained that now. Chance did his best to be polite, but he was just a man after all. A man whose best friend just so happened to be the hottest person alive, to him at least. 

Looking over your shoulder, you just barely missed him checking you out. A light blush dusting his cheeks as he felt you caught him. Giving him a confused look, you continued your conversation. 

“Speaking of being built different. When did you get so strong?” You couldn’t help feeling a bit hot and bothered at the strong hold he had you in earlier. 

“Oh, guess you noticed. I started lifting this year.” He flexed an arm. “It’s really helped me, mentally at least. Bonus is I’ve gotten in much better shape.” 

“Nice, cool, cool.” Your face was growing red again. 

Now that he had shared that information, you realized that his build was slightly different than you remembered. While he was still quite stout, you could tell his form was tighter. Bigger biceps stretching out the sleeves of his t-shirt and a strong chest peeking through the fabric. 

“Yeah, you, uh, look really good.” Snapping your mouth shut, you blushed furiously. You didn’t know why you said that. 

A blush bloomed on Chance’s face at your words. Rubbing his neck he chuckled awkwardly, unable to look at you.

“Thanks, you look good too?” He did not know how to do this.

“Anyways…” You decided to move this conversation elsewhere. “How was your last semester?”

Feeling a weight off his shoulders, Chance let out a sigh. 

“It was alright. Nothing crazy.”

“That’s all?”

“What do you mean?” He gave you a confused look.

“Just ‘nothing crazy’? What else? Make any new friends, enemies, lovers?” You waggled your brows at him.

“Haha. No lovers. No enemies either. I do have a group of folks that I played G&G with. They’re pretty cool.”

Draping an arm over your head you gasped dramatically.

“Folks that play G&G? Are you cheating on us?” You giggled, referring to your group of friends. 

Chance chuckled at your display, standing up and walking towards you. Grabbing your hands, he brought them to his chest. 

“Oh they mean nothing to me.” 

“So a side chick G&G campaign?” You giggled.

“If that’s what you want to call it, sure. Besides, I’m not even the GM. No one else hears my stories but you guys.”

“How charming.” You pulled your arms back, not noticing the flash of disappointment on Chance’s face. 

“What about you? Any friends, enemies, or lovers?” He almost didn’t want to know.

“I’ve got a fun group of friends. We hung out most weekends. I think they want to plan a summer meetup. I think you’d like them.” 

“I’m sure if you’re friends with them, I’d like them.” 

“And no real lovers.” 

“Real lovers?” He questioned.

“Yeah, a couple of flings. None of them good, if I’m being honest.” You scrunched your face at the thought of the piss-poor hookups you had during your last semester. 

The words slightly pierced Chance’s heart, but he didn’t let it get to him. By this point he was used to it. Hearing of your lackluster love life and your hopes to have something better. Doing his best not to come off as a “nice guy”, he avoided telling you how much better he could be. However, both of you knew that Chance would be better. It was just you did not want to ruin anything with him. At this point, Chance was so deeply intertwined with your life. Losing him was unimaginable. 

Trying to avoid talking about your love life, you examined the man’s room. Almost nothing had changed, until something new caught your eye. New books on his bookshelf. The man had impeccable taste in fiction, and you gladly borrowed from his ever-growing library. Trailing your fingers over the spines on the shelf, Chance had a sudden realization hit him. However, it was too late when you plucked one of the shiny new books from the shelf. You spotted some sticky pads sticking out of the side, then you read the cover.

“Wait not that…” 

Red bloomed on your face as you looked at the title. She’s the Man: Focus on Feminine Pleasure Before Men. 

Shaking off your brief embarrassment, you turned to Chance with a cheeky smile. His face was bright red, adorable. Waving the book teasingly you began to press.

“Didn’t take you to be one for non-fiction, Chance.”

He came up to you, plucking the book out of your hand. Sighing when he looked at the cover then back at you. Cheeky grin still plastered on your face. 

“It’s just…” He sighed, not knowing how to continue.

“Some light reading?” You plucked the book back from him. Flitting through the pages till you landed on a random bookmarked page. 

“The measure of a man is not that of his length or girth, but that of his willingness to please his partner. Whether it is through clitoral stimulation or penetration, how much work you are willing to do is what truly matters.” You grinned as you read it out loud, looking back up at Chance. His face appearing to be ten shades darker now. “That’s a sweet sentiment. Were you able to put it into practice?”

Again, he snatched the book back from you with a huff. 

“No, I haven’t.” He said quietly.

Now your interest was piqued.

“Is there someone you have in mind when you picked up this book?”

“Maybe.” 

“Who?”

“Do we really need to be discussing this?” His eyes pleaded with you, but it was too late for you to stop.

“Oh c’mon, Chance. I’m your best friend, and a pretty good wingman. If I do say so, myself. I bet we could get them with you in no time. I just need a name.” 

“I’m not telling.”

“Well, what’s the point in reading it if you can’t put it into practice?” You huffed, hands on your hips.

“I just want to be ready.” He gave you a sad look. “You’re the one that has told me, in a bit too much detail, how terrible your experiences have been. So…” He waved the book.

“You make it sound like you haven’t had any experience.” While you were pretty open about your relationship and sexual escapades, Chance was typically tight-lipped.

“I haven’t had any experience.” He let out a heavy sigh, clearly embarrassed. “I’m still a virgin.” 

Eyes widening, you couldn’t find a response. Before you could say anything, the doorbell rang. 

“That would be the crew.” He sighed again, giving you a sad look. “Let’s just forget this happened, kay?”

Nodding, you walked up to him giving him a tight hug. 

“All forgotten.” You did a zip-lip and throw-away-the-key motion, granting you a chuckle from the man. “Now, let's get our G&G on!” You pumped your fist. 

You and Chance headed downstairs to greet your friends. As soon as she saw you, Dasha immediately lifted you in a strong bear hug. You laughed, returning the embrace. 

“Look at you, it feels like years since I’ve seen you!” She gave you a squeeze before letting you down. 

“I’ve missed you too Dash.” 

Dasha was a transfer from Russia after her father got a job in the states. You and Chance were the first friends you managed to make when she had just moved in. The three of you discovered she had actually played G&G when she lived in Russia. All of you bonded over the game, giving Chance his first real campaign that wasn’t one-on-one with you. Ever since, you’ve remained close. 

Eventually others joined your posse. The cousins, Penelope and Jerry, and the wild-child, Parker. All of you a bit quirky in your own ways, but still making up the perfect G&G party. Now that you had all returned from college for the summer, Chance decided to continue where you left off in your campaign. 

“My love, you have returned!” Parker exclaimed, pulling you into a hug.

In Chance’s game your characters had a will-they-won’t-they romance that ended with Parker’s character confessing to yours when they thought they were going to die. 

“Oh, darling, how I’ve missed you so!” You returned the hug. 

Chance clenched his jaw at the display of affection. He knew that you and Parker only saw each other as friends, but couldn’t deny that there was a lot of chemistry when you played out your romance. Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts away. This was supposed to be a fun reunion. Not a time for him to wallow in jealousy. 

After all pleasantries were exchanged, your group headed to the basement. The space had been pretty much claimed by Chance. Outside of some storage and laundry machines, it was full of G&G stuff. The table was all set up with his GM screen at one end. It looked like his mom had been nice enough to have brought the snacks down before she left. 

Chance had mentioned that she would be out for the weekend, so he had the house to himself. So you and your crew could be as rowdy as you pleased.

Your GM got his computer set up, connecting the audio to a speaker. Conversations were suddenly hushed as tense music blared through a bluetooth speaker. Chance sat behind the screen, looking over you with a dark gaze. The game night had begun.

“Welcome back, dear travelers. I take it you all had a good break?” His voice was low, sending shivers up your spine.

All of you nodded, a bright smile on your face as you buzzed with excitement. 

“Good. But be warned, the world you are returning to is not for the fainthearted. Last time you had managed to defeat the plague demon army. However, in your haste to escape the dungeon, you forgot one thing.” 

“Shit,” Penelope said. Immediately she flipped through her notes, then gasped. Turning her journal around, she pointed to a note. 

Deep in the dungeon lies a stone. No one knows what it does, but it might be powerful. (Cryptic, but okay?)

You chuckled at her little side comment, but then dropped your smile when you realized that you had left a powerful artifact behind. 

“I’m assuming you have realized your mistake?” Chance chuckled darkly, fingers pressed under his chin. 

“The stone.” You said.

“Precisely.”

“No! What does it do?” Dasha exclaimed. 

“Patience, dear Aradove.” Chance always used your characters names when in GM mode. “You escape the dungeon, all of you having the sudden realization hit you. The stone was still inside. At first you think you might be able to go in, but the entrance crumbles before your eyes.”

“I use stone shape to stop it from collapsing!” Penelope exclaims. 

Chance tuts. 

“I won’t have you roll for it, it would be useless. As you stare at the remains of the entrance, the ground begins to rumble. You watch in terror as the earth before you splits in two.” Chance rolls some dice, sucking in a harsh breath. 

“All of you, but Olyra, manage to stay on the same side. Would you like to try anything?” He turns to you. 

Biting your lip, you concentrate. You were a rogue, so your agility was pretty high, but you had no idea what was within that crack. 

“How deep does it look?” You ask. 

“You glance below and see that where the earth has split has become a canyon filled with molten lava. If you fall, it’s game over.” Again, he chuckles darkly. 

“How far away is she? I can cast enhance ability to help you cross.” Parker chimed in, sweat formed on his brow at the suspense.

“You have to be touching her to cast the spell.” Penelope chimed in. 

“Shit.” Parker said under his breath, then he looked up at you. “You can do this Olyra, I believe in you.”

Nodding solemnly, you turned to Chance.

“I’m going to try and jump.” 

“Wait! You should be able to add your lover bonus with Parker, I mean Nicholas.” Jerry blurted out, clearly the most nervous out of all of you.

Chance huffed, then looked through his notes. Jerry was right, once you had got into a relationship with Nicholas, both of you received a bonus if you comforted or inspired each other. 

“Very well, you’ll be able to add plus two to your roll.” He waved his hand. 

Sucking in a breath, you shook your D20. Praying to the gods that you could pass this. All of you held your breath as the die clattered on the table. It landed on a 14. You added your bonuses.

“19 babee!” You exclaimed.

From behind the screen you heard Chance roll his own dice. 

“Nicholas’ words fill your soul and you gear up to rush across the split earth. Taking a running start, you leap right as your foot hits the ledge. It looks like you’re going to make it, but you are suddenly stopped mid-air. Yanking you back, something has grabbed the hood of your cloak. Looking behind you, you see lifting you into the sky, a large black dragon. Roll initiative.” 

Everyone at the table gasped at the reveal. You had to do your best to get out of the dragon’s grasp and not fall into the abyss. Penelope, Jerry, and Parker were able to hit the dragon the easiest as they were ranged fighters. You and Dasha had a rougher time getting hits in. 

Finally, Parker managed to severely wound the dragon’s wing, making it fall to the ground. With it finally in range, you and Dasha were able to bring in major damage to the beast. 

As you thought you were nearing the end of the battle, Chance came back with a new surprise. 

“The dragon isn’t looking too hot right now. A broken wing, bloody stump leg, and multiple stab wounds. Realizing how injured it is, it’s turned to its last resort. With a loud roar, you feel the ground rumble again. From the canyon, you see familiar creatures. More plague demons have arrived to aid the dragon.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Penelope exclaimed, her eyes flew over her spell sheet. Everyone was running low on health and spell slots. 

Suddenly, Parker’s face lit up with a smile.

“Bingo!” He scanned over his sheet. “The rod of mass healing!” 

“Yes!” Chance exclaimed, giddy at the realization.

“I pull out the rod, reading the runes along it. Healing the team by…” He rolled some dice. “45 hp!” 

“And 45 hp is syphoned off of the dragon!” Chance was grinning from ear to ear, so excited that Parker had finally used the rod. An item that was given to him ages ago that he kept forgetting to use.

“The dragon is really not doing well. You see its breathing has become extremely labored. Olyra, it’s your turn.”

“Since I’ve hidden as my bonus action last round I can use my sneak attack. I’m taking my rapier of speed and going for a jab.” You roll your D20 and add your bonuses. “Twenty-five!”

“That’s a hit, how do you want to do this?”

You gave a loud cheer, pumping your fist in the air.

“I race around the dragon, rapier in hand. Dodging the demons left and right, my eyes on my target. The soft spot right under its chin. Sliding under the dragon’s neck, I take my rapier and jab it right into its throat.” 

The rest of the party cheered with you. Chance smiled, loving the joy on your face. His gaze filled with adoration, a look that you caught when your eyes met. 

“With the final stab, the dragon slumps forward. Claws reaching for its throat as blood spurts out of it. It breathes a last breath then goes limp. All of the demons suddenly vanish, and the earth closes back up. Congratulations, you killed the dragon.” 

Your party members give you a round of applause. Dramatically you bow as they give you praise.

“Oh thank you, thank you. It was nothing.” 

After the session your group spent another hour together catching up. You and Dasha were chilling on the couch together. Talking about your studies and looking ahead to the next semester.

“So now that you’re back, are you going to actually talk to lover boy about how you feel?” Dasha asked you pointedly, eyeing Chance.

“Dasha!” You hissed. “Keep it down. And no, you know how I feel about doing that.”

She was the only person you had confided in about your feelings for Chance. 

“My dear friend, you do not know unless you try. Yes?” Her Russian accent adding a lilt to the question. 

“Oh you do not get to say that, hypocrite.” You jabbed back.

“Hypocrite? Who? Not I?” She chuckled awkwardly, pink dusting her cheeks.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I asked Able out for you?” 

She gave you a chilling glare, jabbing a finger in your face.

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Try me, Dash.” 

“You’re having quite the intense conversation!” A bubbly voice grabbed both your attention.

Parker plopped beside you on the couch, a boyish smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Whatcha talkin’ bout?” He leaned toward you.

From across the room, Chance saw as Parker cozied up to you. Feeling jealousy bubble up within him again as his jaw tightened. 

“Excuse me.” He nodded at Jerry and Penelope before striding over to where you were sitting. 

The jealousy grew stronger when he realized that you were blushing at whatever Parker had just said. Chance’s appearance drew your attention forward. The man loomed over you, a look of irritation on his face. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Chance did his best to appear friendly.

“Oh, our friend here has a crush on someone, but she’s too chicken shit to ask them out!” Parker nudged you with a chuckle.

“Parker…” You warned, shoving him away.

Chance huffed, shaking his head.

“And you were giving me shit earlier about my relationship woes.”

“Oh, do you have someone you’re interested in?” Dasha asked, a smile growing on her face as she realized the tension between you and Chance.

“Uh, well, not exactly…” Chance was taken aback. 

“Really?” Dasha pressed.

“Alright, this conversation is over.” Chance pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. “Why don’t we all go home and get some rest, eh?” 

“Very well, keep your secrets.” Dasha pushed up from the seat, then placed a hand on Chance’s shoulder. “Though, I think you should go for it.” With a wink, she walked off and headed home. 

Everyone else dispersed leaving you and Chance alone. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air. 

“Are you heading out?” He asked softly.

You gave him a confused look.

“Obviously not. I haven’t seen you in ages dude, and we always sleep over after a session.” You hopped out of your seat. 

“You sure you want to spend the night?” He couldn’t help but feel the jealousy return. 

“Yes. I’m confused. Do you not want me to stay?” 

“No, I just thought maybe you would prefer someone else’s company tonight.” The look in his eyes was cold, taking you aback. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh c’mon, I see how you act with Parker!” He immediately regretted the words when he saw the hurt on your face. It quickly turned to irritation. 

“Parker? Seriously?” You let out an incredulous laugh.

Instead of stopping, Chance dug his heels in. 

“I see how you act around him, flirting and blushing.” 

“We’re playing pretend, Chance!” You were getting very irritated now. “And besides, why would it matter to you?”

“Because…” He stopped himself. “Nevermind.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Your voice wavered.

“Just go home.” He said your name quietly.

“No. Chance, what is going on? You’ve honestly been off all day. Did I push you too hard?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” He couldn’t look at you, knowing that you would be giving him that sweet concerned face.

“Then what is it?”

Fine, you wanted the truth. He would give it to you. Looking up, he steeled his resolve as he met your gaze. Heart jolting at the way it looked like you were about to cry.

“I love you.” 

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. Brain short circuiting at his words. 

“W-what?”

“You heard me.” He sighed. “And I know you like someone else, but I just needed to tell you.” 

You let out a soft laugh.

“Chance, what makes you think I like someone else?”

Realization dawned on him, his mouth hung open in awe. There was no way…

“I couldn’t imagine..” You stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Fuck, I’m so stupid.” You looked down shaking your head. 

“You’re not stupid.” 

“I don’t know, I think being secretly in love with the guy in love with me is kind of stupid.” 

Your words struck his heart, making him tear up. A warm hand cupped your face, pulling you to face him. He pressed his lips to yours. Eyes fluttering shut, you pressed a kiss back. Your hands reached around his neck. Softly, you flicked your tongue over his bottom lip. He groaned into your mouth, allowing your tongue to tangle with his. 

When you pulled away, your eyes met his. Both of your gazes sparkling with adoration. He pulled you to him, pressing his forehead against yours. A soft smile playing on his lips. 

“What now?” He asked quietly.

Biting your lip, you gave him a mischievous look. 

“We could put what you learned from that book to the test?” You asked coyly.

“Seriously?” He gave you a wide eyed look of surprise.

“Seriously.” You pressed another kiss to his lips before grabbing his hand and rushing upstairs. 

Bursting into his room, Chance found your hands all over him. Fingers curling through his hair and you pressed deep kisses against him. Pushing him against a wall, your lips trailed up his neck. A whimper escaped his mouth. 

No one had ever made him feel this good, and he did not want it to stop. 

Nibbling at his ear sent shivers down his spine. Hot breath tickled at him as you whispered.

“Let me know if it’s too much.” 

Pulling away he gave you a serious look.

“With you, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” Red painted his cheeks. “You’re perfect.”

Your heart stuttered. Using the pause, Chance decided to take over. Flipping you around to press your back against the wall. His lips found their way to your neck. Trailing up softly, making you shiver and whine. The sound made him groan. 

“You sound so sexy.” He huffed against your lips before kissing you again. 

Eventually, you found yourselves on his bed. Your thighs straddling him as his hands trailed over your body. Every so often you felt him slightly push them right under the hem of your shirt. Pushing off of him, you pulled your shirt off. Smirking at the awestruck look on his face at the action. 

“Your turn, hot stuff.” You pointed to his shirt. 

He leaned up, reaching for the hem of his shirt. As he lifted it over his head, you let out a small whine. Fuck he was hot. A sculpted chest and arms with just a peek of abs, but there was still that bit of softness that you loved about him. You didn’t say anything as you looked over him, making Chance nervous.

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s more than okay.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re perfect.”

He blushed at your comment, then pulled you against his chest as you kissed. His hands fumbled at your bra clasps, so with a swift motion, you pulled it off. Throwing it to the floor, you sat back up to give him a full view. 

“Can I touch you?” He asked, to which you nodded. 

His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs trailing over your nipples making you jump. You let out a soft moan as he teased them. 

“So soft…” He said to himself. 

Pulling himself up he shifted you onto his lap. He gave you a deep kiss as he continued to tease at your nipples. Deciding to experiment, he pinched his fingers together. The action eliciting a yelp of surprise followed by a whimper of pleasure. His lips trailed down till he reached your breasts. Looking up, his eyes asked for permission. When you nodded, his lips latched onto one of your nipples making you cry out. 

Beneath you, you could feel the tent growing in Chance’s pants. One of your hands trailed down his sculpted chest till it reached the bulge. You gave a soft squeeze, making Chance moan. His hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. Soft eyes giving you a pleading look.

“P-please don’t. I’m not sure I’ll last long if you do that.”

You nodded and gave him a kiss. 

“So, do you actually want me to try what I’ve learned?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, if you want to.”

“Oh I very much do.” He nodded enthusiastically, making you giggle. 

“What have you learned? Or I guess what things have you learned that you want to do?” 

“Pretty much everything, but that would take awhile.” He paused, thinking. Finger tapping his chin, then he smiled. “Could I eat you out? I bet you taste so good.” 

That had you blushing. You nodded, slipping off of him. Before you could start taking your pants off he stopped you.

“Actually, could I take them off?”

“Of course.” You laid back.

He popped the button of your pants, then slowly pulled them off. Letting out a hiss as he saw the lacy pair of panties you had on. Tentatively, he brought a hand to your core. Groaning as he felt how wet the fabric was. 

“You’re already soaked…” He said in awe.

His fingers pet you over your panties, making you squirm. You let out a frustrated huff, wishing for more friction.

“Chance…” You whined.

He gave you a smirk, obliging in your wants. Pulling your panties down and moaning as he watched a string of your slick snap between your pussy and the fabric. Large thick fingers trailed over your sex making you moan. He dipped a finger between your folds then brought it to his lips. The taste made him let out a delicious moan. 

“I was right, you taste amazing.”

With that, he moved to the edge of the bed. Spreading your thighs and pulling you toward his face. The scent of your sex made his mouth water. He so desperately needed to taste more of you. Without a second thought, he dove in. Tongue sliding through your folds, and meeting your clit. A burst of pleasure rushing through you. Flicking his tongue in circles around your clit had your body jolting. 

Oh that book really did teach him…

His eyes watched your response to his ministrations, cataloguing every jolt and twitch his mouth and tongue brought you. Moving from your clit, he dragged his tongue through your folds. Lapping up your slick with a deep groan. 

Faster than you expected, you could feel a familiar heat burning in your belly. As he continued to lick at you, your moans grew louder and louder. The pleasure building more and more. If he could hear you moan like that all the time, Chance would die a happy man. 

All of his focus was bringing you absolute bliss. And bliss did he bring. The heat continued to grow in your core. Little gasps and loud moans continued to escape you as his tongue memorized you. Tongue flattening then thinning to bring precise licks right to your clit. The fast speed bringing you closer to climax. 

“Chance… ah! I-I’m…” Your sentence ended in a moan as he groaned against you. 

“Please, cum for me.” 

His words sent you spiraling. With a cry, you came undone on his mouth. Your pussy gushing over his lips and chin. His tongue continued to lap at you as you spasmed. When your climax dissipated, he didn’t stop. Your thighs tried to close from the over stimulation, but strong arms pinned them apart. 

The man was pussy-drunk out of his mind. Desperately needing to please you more. All you could do was whimper and take it. Feeling another orgasm growing within you. Warm tongue continued to lap away between your folds. His lips occasionally catching around your clit and sucking, making you cry out. 

This time, your orgasm hit you like a train. Seemingly coming out of nowhere with a well placed lick to your clit. Your slick squirting out, spraying on his face dripping down his chin. He moaned at the feeling, then pulled away.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He said, wiping his chin. 

He stood up, loving the sight of you shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. 

After a moment, you composed yourself. Shifting to your knees, your hands reached for his pants. This time your eyes were asking for permission. He nodded, licking his lips in anticipation. Your fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then you pulled them down, gasping at the size of the bulge in his boxers. The other article joined his pants, revealing his very hard cock. 

It was about average size, but extremely girthy. You almost wondered if it would fit inside you, but decided that you wanted him regardless. Wrapping your hand around his length had him groaning. You gave him two pumps before he whimpered a warning at you. 

“Can I ride you?” You asked, eyes filled with want.

“Yes, please.” He breathed out. 

Both of you shuffled around on the bed, with you straddling the man. Before you could move he stopped you. 

“I-I just realized, I don’t have condoms.” His eyes were wide with concern.

“That’s okay. I’m clean and on the pill.” The way you said it so nonchalantly had him taken aback. You bit your lip, embarrassed. “Or we can stop and I can blow you.”

“N-no. I just want to be sure you’re cool with me going raw.” 

Leaning down you gave him a deep kiss, tongue tangling with his. 

“I am very cool with it.” 

With that, you slid your wet heat against his cock. The man below you groaning at the feeling. 

Everything hit him at once. This was happening. You were happening. He was about to have sex, with you, the woman he loves. His heart soared at the realization. 

Before his thoughts could race, they blanked out. You slid yourself down his length, groaning at the stretch. Yeah, he was big. Deliciously so.

Beneath you, Chance moaned loudly. Wet soft heat enveloping his cock, made him twitch inside you. There was no way he was going to last long. Already his balls were tightening, ready to release their load deep inside you. The thought had him shivering. 

“Am I good to move, Chance?” You asked softly. 

He responded with a nod. His warm hands landed on your hips. 

Slowly, you lifted up, then slid back down on his cock. As you built up the pace, all Chance could do was moan and whimper. Your own voice joining his as he hit the perfect spots within you. Your clit rubbing against his torso sending pleasure coursing through you. The softness of you walls moving against him was becoming too much. 

Just a few more slides against him had him gritting his teeth with a moan. Inside you felt warmth fill you as his cock twitched. Spurts of his cum filling you with a satisfying heat had you moaning. You could certainly get used to this. 

Falling back onto the bed, Chance caught his breath. His hands absentmindedly trailed over your torso and hips. 

“I’m sorry I finished so fast.” He gave you an apologetic look.

“Chance, you made me cum already. Twice, might I add.” You gave him a sweet smile that had his heart jolting. 

“Besides, there’s plenty more where that came from.” You purred against his lips before giving him a soft kiss.

“More? Really?” He seemed surprised.

“Of course, Chance. I told you, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled brightly at you.

“So, how was your first time?”

“I’d say, a critical success.” 

[fennopunk]

I think I might have done something extremely ADHD...

I tried nålebinding once something like ten years ago, and gave up after about an hour. Since then, it's been on my kilometer long craft to-do list to try learning it and obviously haven't tried it since. I never gave hope though, I even kept my nålebinding Pinterest board and the needle I made!

So, this morning obviously I woke up full of confidence that today's the day when I will nålebind again (because I'm avoiding another task on my more pressing craft list). And apparently I have retained more info from my short stint 10 years ago and/or have acquired information by osmosis because I have managed to do this with only couple pics on Pinterest as my guide:

Yes, it not great, but considering I haven't really done this before beyond a quick try, it's weirdly good.

My actual theory is that the stitch I'm using doesn't differ from sewing blanket stitch all that much and I've done A LOT of hand sewing in the past decade... Plus, I've also gotten pretty good at knitting and crocheting too and so far the increase has worked very similarly to crochet.

[zevrra]

𝐢. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

synop: you and vik get caught “messing around” in the lab by jayce; who surprisingly wants to join in on the fun.

wc: 1.8k

includes: straight smut, p w/o p, fem!reader, jayce x reader x viktor, slight vöyeurism, oral (m receiving), slight dirty talk, threesome, bottom!viktor

extra: part 2 is here! reblogs are appreciated <3

“don’t worry,” you whisper, fingers twirling along a red tie before smoothing down the front of viktor’s vest. “i sent jayce out on an errand run and he won’t be back for a little bit. just enjoy this v.” you add with a hum.

viktor looks up through his pretty lashes at you. he leans back against his desk, practically sits on top of it to keep weight off of his leg, as you two stand inside of the lab. he had been working far too hard recently and the only way you could keep him distracted long enough not to think about anything involving his work was to pleasure him. it was the same way trying to get him to sleep every once and awhile, when he would sneak into your room. you had never suggested doing it in the lab though…and the thought thrilled you just as much as it thrilled him; even if he thought it was a terrible idea.

“w-we shouldn’t. not here in the lab and what if—” viktor mumbles but his words end in a soft gasp as your fingers begin to untuck his shirt from his pants.

“viktor,” you chirp as you fall to your knees in front of him, unbuttoning the front of his pants and pulling them down ever so slightly. “you need to take a break. be a good boy and just relax.”

your fingers are just grabbing the hem of his underwear when the door to the lab is being thrown open and jayce’s large figure enters the room. “hey, i was looking for this thing you asked for but i—“ jayce had begun to speak, his eyes pointed down as he entered the room, before he finally looked up and caught the two of his friends in the act.

you freeze in your spot, eyes widening as you stare at jayce from the floor. a scarlet red blush is spreading across your face, you can feel the heat on your cheeks in an instant and you’re sure you match not only jayce’s shocked face but viktor’s as well; and you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him. you probably stay like that for a little longer than you should’ve until jayce clears his throat and you and viktor alike scramble from each other.

“we!” you start as you stand up straight and as quick as you possibly can. “wait it’s not what it looks like! we were uh just uhm—“ you ramble before looking at viktor to help dig both of you out of this hole. but he’s busied himself with trying to zip his pants back up, making it far more obvious if it hadn’t been already. you sigh, turning your face off to the side to stare at a small spot on the floor, unable to look jayce in the eye.

“do…you do this often?” jayce’s voice cuts through the built up silence in the room like a knife.

you shake your head quickly but viktor speaks up for you instead. “never in the lab.” he mutters.

“it’s unprofessional, we get it, let’s just drop it and forget this—“ you begin to add but the sound of the door closing with a lock interrupts your rambling. when you finally bring your gaze to jayce, his eyes are soft but clear in their intentions. and it was his turn to no longer be able to look at the two of you.

“can i…watch?” he whispers under his breath.

and with three little words, everything changes between all three of you.

now, jayce leans against the lab’s desk as viktor leans back against his chest. jay’s strong hands fully support viktor as you’ve returned to your spot in front of him. you had never in your life thought jayce might have been interested in whatever you and viktor had going on. maybe you just assumed he already had a lover and never brought it up again. but now his hazel eyes stare down at you, just as viktor’s amber eyes also watch you, both with a hunger to their eye. it almost made you nervous, being watched, but your fingers once again hook around viktor’s underwear and pull down, ignoring the jitters that hum under your skin.

your hand wraps around vik’s semi hard cock and you give it a soft tug, rubbing right up the shaft until the tip. there was a new feeling in the air around all 3 of you. breaths being held, eyes watching ever so closely, the slight tremble to your hand. it had been different when it was just the two of you enjoying midnight meetings but now with jayce there too…it felt far more scandalous and naughty.

“tell me what it feels like.” jayce whispers, purposely placing his chin into the crook of viktor’s neck, as his hands slowly run up along vik’s chest.

your own hand continues to move against viktor’s shaft, stroking him slowly up and down, moving to press your lips against his head.

“mmph, her fingers are a little cold,” viktor replies with a low groan. his chest rising and falling in quicker succession as he begins to get turned on. “but it feels good.” he adds. and his honesty makes you smile a little.

you move your hand faster in return to his praise. trailing your fingers along his head, pressing your thumb into the slit of his cöck, where he’s growing sensitive and causing him to gasp softly. you take the moment to lean forward and capture the head of his cock inside of your mouth. drinking in the sight of viktor’s eyes fluttering, his fingers tightening onto whatever he can grasp, as your mouth wraps around him.

“keep going viktor.” jayce instructs as you watch him place hot, heavy kisses against vik’s throat. one of his hands groping his thin chest and waist.

“w-warm! it’s so warm and wet,” vik breaks. he’s fully hard now as you suck on his head, making him whimper at the feeling. “feels—ah—really good.” he adds with a groan as his eyes return to watching you.

you can feel his thighs tighten as you swallow more of his cöck, continuing to use your hand to stroke up to your lips. you watch every expression that crosses viktor’s face along with jayce’s fingers that slowly begin to take off his vest. strips him of his vest and then works on unbuttoning his brown shirt underneath.

jayce keeps laying hot kisses along the back of his neck and on his throat, slumped over and threatening to swallow all of viktor’s thin frame.

the sight makes you somewhat giddy and excited to see what jayce does. but it never distracts you from making viktor feel good as well. sucking a little harder, spit bubbling up at the sides of your lips as you sink further down onto his lengthy shaft. your eyes are almost falling close to help you focus as you swallow more and more of him, but jayce’s voice catches your attention once again.

“she looks so pretty like that, doesn’t she, vik? makin’ you feel so good.” he whispers against just as pretty, pale skin. his words cause vik to stutter, hips lifting up and forcing you to swallow the rest of him. and you do so with ease.

you truly wouldn’t have guessed jayce was so good at dirty talk but you welcomed any surprises at this point. viktor simply whines in response, head hanging low, gaze still on you as you continue your routine of sucking him off.

jayce stands to his full height then, hanging over viktor just enough so he could turn his face and capture his lips. viktor’s eyes widen in response but he does nothing to stop jayce; no, instead he’s melting into the kiss. you watch with eager curiosity as their tongues clash together, jayce easily winning in the battle of dominance, as one big hand of his moves up to gently caress viktor’s throat.

fuck, was it hot watching them. you can feel your pussy throbbing at the sight just as you can feel yourself growing wet against your panties. you squeeze your thighs together, slipping a hand down below to press your fingers into your core. the best you can through the pants you wear for the moment but the pressure is enough to make you groan. you move your lips faster along viktor’s shaft, sucking harsher and sloppier to bring him closer to his end.

the change of pace and jayce’s tongue surely has viktor coming undone quicker than usual. for he breaks the kiss with a harsh whine. “i’m close!” vik gasps, tossing his head back onto jayce’s shoulder.

jayce presses a quick kiss against his jaw before his hazel eyes return to watch you suck viktor off. his eyes are hazy and full of lust as he fixes his intense stare on what you do; which makes you shiver with newfound pleasure under his sight. his strong gaze makes you press your fingers into your pussy once again, seeking any form of satisfaction you could get for the moment.

“look viktor,” jayce instructs as his hand smooths over viktor’s lower abdomen. “she’s touching herself.”

viktor’s breath hitches in his throat but he moves his own lust filled gaze down to stare at you. with both of them returning to stare at you, you palm yourself harder through your pants. moving your hips in sync to every bob of your head, needy and desperate as things evolve, all the while you moan around vik’s cock.

it’s all too much for viktor as his hips lift and he thrusts wildly into your mouth. “going to—!” he cries softly, body tightening, throwing his full weight back against jayce.

but jayce is quicker. one hand grabs your hair and pulls you off of vik’s twitching cock before he takes his hand and wraps it around where your mouth had just left. “stick out your tongue. i wanna see the mess he makes all over your face.” he grunts, pumping his fist quickly along vik’s entire shaft. his hand is much bigger than yours and it wraps entirely around viktor with ease, and it makes vik lose all control he might’ve pretended to have.

but you do as your told and swiftly stick your tongue out to catch whatever you can. all it takes is viktor staring at your tongue and jayce’s hand jerking him off to finish his orgasm. viktor forces himself to watch as he comes, fingers grasping and gripping onto anything he can that’s near him as he tumbles over the edge with a sharp cry.

your name, along with jayce’s name, leaves viktor’s lips in a pathetic whimper as he comes. can feel the sticky substance coat your tongue, cheek, and chin with each rope jayce rubs out of him. all the while viktor and jayce watch as he makes a mess across your lips and face, never once looking anywhere else.

not until vik is completely spent, limp against jayce who holds him up effortlessly. the only noise now in the room is the shared panting between all three of you. you lick your lips, trying to clean yourself up just a little, before it was your turn to break the silence.

“let’s keep going.”

[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS SLEEPING WITH YOU

FOR THE FIRST TIME

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )

warning : none, full of fluff

note : cutest thing I've ever written (I say that to every fics I write)

─ OSCAR PISTRI

Boy is half excited and half nervous. He's already dreading the moment, imagining all the possible scenarios in his head. What is he supposed to do? Stay on the side of your bed? Wrap his arms around you? Tangle his legs with yours? He's beyond stressed, and the very idea that you don't feel comfortable makes him panic even more. But the relief he felt when you just snuggled up to him. It was just... natural. His arms naturally wrapped around you as he gently stroked your hair, your head on his chest. He was soothed, and couldn't hold back a slight smile, feeling his body warm up, feeling his heart overflowing with love.

─ LANDO NORRIS

He plays it cool, confident, but inside he can't deny the fact that he's slightly panicking. Since the very day he met you, being head over heels for you, he has imagined this scenario hundreds of times. Obviously, he dreamed of finally sleeping with you, feeling your body fit perfectly with his and just being able to cuddle you all night. So when the day finally arrives, he tries to act as he imagined in his head. Both lying on the bed, he didn't wait a single second before pulling you against him, holding you tightly so that you couldn't escape. His cheeks are probably very pink, but it's adorable, just like the way you fell asleep. In each other's arms.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

He comes out of your bathroom after changing into his pajamas, and ends up finding you already ready for sleep, lying in your bed, which is now getting ready to be shared with your boyfriend. This is the first time you're going to sleep together. This information seems to paralyze Charles, who remains planted against the doorframe, not knowing if he should come join you now. You giggle weakly, seeing him completely lost and... a little embarrassed. When he sees you open your arms to encourage him to come join you, he is already nestling his head in the crook of your neck the next second, his arms around your waist. Oh and, no need to add that it was the best night of his life.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

You are already lying in bed, side by side. It must have been a good 5 minutes since you moved, not really knowing what to do. You would love to snuggle up against him, but maybe that's too much for a first night together? That's definitely not what Carlos thinks, who noticed that you were, well... not comfortable in your own bed. He slowly turns towards you, smiling softly at you, as if you were the most beautiful wonder in the world, before pressing your head against his chest, with a gentle gesture. Your body presses against him naturally, as he begins to caress your back lightly. He places a quick kiss on your hair, wishing you both a good night.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

His heart melts just at the thought of finally being able to sleep with you. To be honest, you were looking forward to this moment, and he too could only think about that. He can't help but think about it every second, until your bodies are finally inches apart, under the warm duvet. Lewis can't wait any longer, sleep already overtaking him. Just your simple presence soothes him. Then, it is in a peaceful silence that your bodies finally touch each other, seeking each other's affection. You quietly close your eyes, relaxed, as he inhales your scent, already feeling himself slipping away into dreams. Best night ever, for sure.

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

The bed is all ready, the sheets are clean and the duvet freshly laundered. You burrow under the covers first, smiling softly at your boyfriend, who in turn slips under the duvet. You are neither too close nor too far, a reasonable distance but your faces close. Enough that you felt the heat coming from each other's bodies. You don't dare disturb the other person, or make the situation uncomfortable, so it's in these positions that you fall asleep. However, George's body ends up unconsciously searching for you in his sleep. His arms ended up wrapping you in a comforting embrace, his head finding a place in the crook of your neck. And a little smile appeared on his face during the night.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

He was the one who practically begged you to sleep together. He wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, and above all he wanted to be able to hold you in his arms as long as possible, even at night. So when you were finally free from work and could sleep with him for the first time, he almost jumped for joy. As soon as you set foot on your bed, he had already trapped you in his arms, peppering your face with kisses here and there. It's not even embarrassing, it's just pleasantly adorable and warm. As if you had always slept together since the start of your relationship. And now that your first night together has passed, there won't be another night where he sleeps alone. It's him and you, or he doesn't sleep.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDO

This man is literally always in a good mood, and never really seems stressed. Except when it comes to you, and especially your first night sleeping in the same bed. His heart is pounding, and he can't hide his nervous expression no matter how hard he tries. You can't deny the fact that you're also somewhat stressed. After all, this is one of your first intimate moments. He could tell you were nervous just like him. And that's why he immediately knew how to lighten the atmosphere, by joking about the situation. All your stress is gone as you laugh until you cry, and your boyfriend laughs out loud, savoring the sweet melody of your laughter. And so, tired from laughing too much, you fall asleep deeply, snuggled up warmly against each other.

[nanamisbbygirl]

uv index

type: nsfw minors dni

includes: pervy best friend gojo + geto x afab!reader

summary: it was a big mistake to ask for help applying lotion at the beach, especially when you’re with geto suguru and gojo satoru.

cw: threesome, fingering, unprotected p in v, oral sex (m!reciving), cream pies, lots of fondling, public indecency and gooner behaviour lol

a/n: come get your dinner y’all i put my whole pussy into cooking it up.. enjoy!

the beach was perfect this time of year, especially with the way your skin felt as it soaked up the summer sun. you laid on your belly, as you shared the abnormally large towel with your friends, suguru and satoru.

suguru was sitting to your side, staring out at the ocean as satoru reemerged from the water, droplets dripping down his body. he met you both with a pout on his lips.

“are you guys coming in or what?” he was disappointed in the fake he seemed to be the only one enjoying the beach for what it was.

“soon,” you hummed, “let me tan a little longer.” you reached for your beach bag, pulling out some tanning lotion.

“you know that stuff isn’t good for you,” suguru grumbled.

“yeah neither is smoking” you remind him, causing him to scoff a little. although your next question appears to snap them out of their grumpy moods. “can one of you rub this on my back— i can’t reach it myself.”

both boys perked up, fighting over who would go first. suguru held the bottle in his hand, squirting the lotion along your back. they looked down at how suggestive it seemed to be, gulping, he reached forward to touch your skin.

his large hands caressed your back, massaging the tenderness of your flesh. you let out a relaxed sigh, as suguru’s hands made their way down your body.

you felt him stop at your mid back, teasing the hem of your cheeky bikini bottoms, wondering how far he should go. that’s when you felt a second pair of hands— satoru had joined in, apparently itching to have a turn.

he had lathered his hands with the tanning lotion, creeping his way up your legs, his fingers faintly lining your inner thighs.

suguru took initiative, lowering his grasp, making sure to coat every inch of you with the lotion. his fingers slipped under the thin straps that were holding your bathing suit in place, tempted to untie them.

before satoru got the chance to, his friend had claimed his spot hovering over your butt, palms pressing into your perky cheeks. his hands moved carefully in circular motions, being sure to pull at them, allowing him little peeks at your lips — you wanted to tan everywhere, right?

the black haired boy was drooling over you, once again leaving satoru to feel left out. although; he didn’t whine this time, instead leaning towards your ear while his free hand met the spot where your top tied together.

“you might want to take this off— wouldn’t want to get tan lines.” he whispered delicately, as though he wasn’t fulfilling his devious desires. you didn’t have the chance to protest as he undid your top in a blink of an eye. you hugged your breasts, hoping that nothing would slip out.

“we’re in public guys!” you squealed, as both their hands temporarily stopped. suguru and satoru looked around them.

“no one’s around, don’t worry and don’t fuss.” suguru declared, but it still put you on edge. it was hard to think straight with the stimulation they were providing you with.

satoru begins to reach for your breast, hoping that you’ll easily comply with him.

“cmon don’t you want your front side to tan a little, too?” just like that he was able to flip you effortlessly, leaving you to cling to your now ill fitted top.

you get a look at both of them, how they’re glowing in the sunlight, their swim trunks becoming extra tight. you can trace the outlines of their dicks with your eyes, holding your breath at the situation you managed to get yourself into. they both stare back at you, an animalistic urge in their eyes.

suguru splashes the lotion against your stomach then placing some into satoru’s greedy hands. it’s almost too much to take in all at once, you feel yourself wiggling around trying to pick who to focus your attention on first.

satoru rubs his hands together, making the most of the lotion suguru provided him with.

“move your arms, peach.” he laughs with the pet name. he nudges your arms and judging by the look on his face he wasn’t gonna let anything stop him from having his way.

so, you complied with satoru’s demand. you removed your arms, placing them to the side of your head, causing the bikini top to begin to slide up, revealing more of your tits. this made satoru grin.

while all this was happening, suguru was still working away, making sure every part of your body was oiled up, reflecting the sun. his hands carved out your body as if he was a sculpter, rubbing his thumbs against your hips before pressing down on your lower stomach. he continued down, outlining your cunt, carelessly running his hands under your bottoms and groping your soft butt.

he pulled you into him, forcing you to straddle his waist as he rests you on his thighs. you can feel his bulge against your pussy, it’s driving you crazy how close you are but how distant your pleasure seems to be.

you can no longer pay attention to suguru, as you feel your nipples being gently rolled around in satoru’s fingers. he gives them cheeky little pinches before kneading your breast, squishing them with his huge hands.

“fuck you’re so hot,” suguru mutters, grinding up and drown, chasing the friction between the two of you. you whimper as satoru fondles your breasts, flashing his friend a mischievous look.

“she seems pretty desperate doesn’t she?” satoru asks suguru. “as if this wasn’t her plan the whole time. do you think we should give her the attention she wants?” he says this without missing a motion, taking as much of your boobs into his hands as possible. you can tell by the way he licks his lips he wants to put them in his mouth, but he’s holding back, as if to get suguru’s opinion on the matter.

“depends,” he huffs, holding onto your hips, “how bad does she want it?” they talk about you like you’re not even there, as though you’re not already in such a vulnerable state for them.

“whaddya think, peach? what should we do?” satoru looks down as you, holding your left breast tightly as he anticipates your response.

“i.. i want more,” you say, but it’s not the response he’s looking for as he pinches your nipple.

“gotta try harder than that: be specific.”

you take a shaky breath, looking back at suguru to see if there’s any sympathy and maybe he would be kinder without having you embarrass yourself more in front of your friends.

“you heard what he said, peach, tell us what you want.”

throwing your head back, you gulp: “please fuck me.” you start, “use me however you want.” you say it quietly the first time, which again, was not to their liking.

suguru leaned forwards, slapping your one breast, “say it loud and clear, or else you get nothing.” his stern tone make a chill roll down your hot back.

“i want you to use me,” you say, choking back a whimper, “to fuck me— both of you. please?” your lip quivered, making satoru let out a deep chuckle.

“well how can we say no? considering you asked so nicely.”

with that, suguru pushed your bottoms to the side, starting out with a single finger. he started at your hole, making his way up to your clit and then back down again.

“shit satoru, she’s so fucking wet.” he circles your open, making you twitch. he sinks the first finger into you, feeling just how your cunt clung to him, gushing all over his wrist.

“greedy girl,” he mumbled under his breath, adding a second finger. his hand flicked up, pumping in and out while satoru finally locked his lips against your breasts.

pecking them with kisses, his groans vibrated onto your skin, as he licked his way towards your nipple.

“feels so good,” you moan, feeling how your walls pulse around suguru. it was pure bliss, basking in the pleasure that was crashing over you like a wave.

“m close” you informed them as that familiar knot began forming in your stomach. just as you prepared for the best, suguru’s rhythm stopped.

“not yet, you haven’t even felt my cock yet.” you let out an embarrasing whine. suguru takes one of the fingers that was just inside you and glides his tongue across it, humming about how good you taste. “try it satoru.”

the white haired boy listened, detaching his hungry lips from your nipples and reattached them to suguru’s finger.

“mm—you’re right, so sweet!” he began a palming at his swim shorts, tired of the built up tension. suguru feels the same, and you hold your breath as they reveal what they’d been hiding all along.

both of them having their bathing suits pulled down just enough to expose their dripping cocks. both of them are long, although suguru’s seems to be a little bit thicker. their tips are flushing, sticky with precum, anticipating just how roughly they’re gonna use you.

suguru flips you on your stomach again, and you’re face to watch with satoru’s cock. his angry head stares down at you, making your mouth water with the way he strokes it.

from behind you, suguru drags his dick against your pussy, rubbing a circle into you swollen clit.

“please fuck me su, please” you beg, and they both laugh at how needy you’ve become for your friends.

“looks like she’s already learning how to be a good slut,” suguru exclaims, lining himself up with your tight cunt.

he slams his hips into you, grabbing your waist and driving you deeper and deeper on his cock. your eyes feel like they’re rolling behind your head, and your mouth falls open only for it to be filled by satoru.

he starts with his thumb, like he’s checking just how wet your mouth is. you swirl his digit on your tongue, fluttering your eyes open in order to look up at him. he can sense your hungry eyes and only juts his hips forward, giving you unfiltered access to his dick.

kissing his tip, you hear how much he’s enjoying it. saying your name softly under his breath, like he’s ready to crumble already. you stroke his cock carefully until he orders you to open wide, and you follow directions to a tee.

he paused for a moment, watching his friends steady pace, trying to match it. while suguru has pulled back a bit from your sloppy pussy, satoru fills your mouth. his dick as a slight upturn, hitting against the top of your throat.

both litter the air with their curses, praising how sexy you were, a cheeky little peach, a slut just for them. their thrusts soon become synchronized and while satoru is pushing your head closer to the base of his shaft, suguru reaches around you, stimulating your clit.

“her pussy’s so tight right now,” suguru tells his counterpart.

“trying to make me jealous?” satoru grunts.

“maybe,” suguru snickers.

they both intensify the speed at which they fuck you. geto slaps your ass as if bounces, swallowing his cock with every backwards motion. being in the position that he’s in, he can feel how you’re tensing up, your insides are tingling— you’re close. he can feel his own release building up, but he can’t finish before the two of you.

“are you gonna cum around my cock?” he asks, placing kisses along your back.

satoru groans; still not wanting to be left out of all the fun. he continues from where suguru left off: “are you gonna cum with my dick in your mouth?” he lets out a breath, “are you ready to have two holes filled with cum at the same time? wouldn’t that be fun?”

at that moment your toes curl, your back arching, tearing rolling down your face. as you unravel, the boys follow behind you. when they ask you about it later, you can’t remember who finished first, as every thought in your mind had vanished, all you could think of was how stuffed you felt.

cum gushed from your pussy and your mouth, swallowing as much of it as you possibly could.

satoru’s hand pet the back of your head, watching in delight as he cleaned up the last drop from the corner of your lips.

suguru let his cock rest inside you for an extra moment, groaning as you removed himself, eyeing the trail of semen that was slipping down towards your slit. he brought your swim bottoms back to their original positions, giving your cunt a pretty little tap.

“maybe we should come to the beach more often.” suguru laughs, seeing how you lay against the towel, surrendering yourself to them.

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or the first time they meet.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ not much chatting in this part but rafe and reader finally meet! vivian parker thank you for being the comedic relief and extrovert friend this series and reader needs.

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

"are you sure this isn't too much?" you asked as you stood in front of the body-length mirror, looking at the skin-tight black dress that was basically the least amount of fabric you'd ever had on your body; including a towel, your tits basically bursting out of it and calling out for freedom.

"come on, it's sexy." vivian hummed as she took another chug out of her white claw, her hands snaking around you waist, the girl wearing a matching dress, just in baby pink, "you're just not used to looking hot, that's all."

"hey!" you chide, "i wear hot things."

"like that maxi skirt with all the flowers? c'mon, you didn't even show a bit of ankle." vivian grinned, pulling away from you, grabbing a mini-bottle of fireball from her bag and handing it to you, a small grimace on your face, "just down your beta blockers with this and you'll be good."

you took the orange pill bottle you kept at your bedside, twisting the cap off and shaking two pills into the palm of your hand, before cracking the cap off the bottle of fireball, you downed the cinnamon whiskey without thinking, shooting the two white pills into your mouth, washing the slightly tingling liquid into down with your medication.

"atta girl!" vivian grinned and clapped her pink, manicured hands together as you felt warmth creeping up your neck to your face, letting out a squeal when you felt the palm of viv's hand make contact with your ass in the form of a smack. "now, let me do your makeup."

"i'm still pissed you insisted on... that." vivian noted, referring to the long, dark green cardigan you'd worn over the dress she basically put on you as she took another sip out of her flask, offering it to you. when you accepted, you took a sip and nearly immediately coughed it out when you realized it was vodka, a grimace on your face, "i mean, you're supposed to look hot."

"dancing on a table and popping a titty in front of a bunch of random frat boys is definitely hot and wouldn't make me the subject of ridicule for the next year." you chuckled sarcastically, still trying to gain your bearings on the four-inch heels your friend had insisted you wear, feeling the slight burn of the vodka at the back of your throat.

"... alright, that's a low blow. it was freshman year."

it wasn't long enough until the frat house for the infamous sigma phi came to view, music blaring so loudly you knew you couldn't be able to even hear your thoughts inside, a few people outside chatting. vivian took your hand in hers, tugging you closer to it until you were both at the entrance.

"wow, viv!" one of the frat guys standing at the door exclaimed, looking your best friend up and down, "didn't think you'd show up. you-know-who's been bitching about you all night." the boy's words causing an exasperated groan to leave your friend, before his eyes trailed to you, the tall brunette looking at you up and down as if you were his next meal while you crossed your arms in front of your chest as if to pull into yourself, lowering your gaze, "who's this?"

"that's my best friend." vivian's arm snaked around your waist and tugged you into her, "and if you try anything with her, caleb, i'm gonna scratch your eyes out until there's nothing left but holes. y'know i'm capable of it." she winked.

"don't i know it." the boy, caleb, tsked, cocking his head to the side and shaking it, before turning back to vivian, "shame. be sure to show some girl-on-girl action later, yeah?" he winked, less smoothly than vivian.

your best friend rolled her eyes, tugging you by your hand into the kitchen, "ignore him. ignore most of these guys. they're dicks." vivian carelessly poured vodka and a small splash of diet coke into two red solo-cups, a breath of a chuckle leaving your lips when you realized it reminded you of all those high school/college party movies you'd seen. "here's to girl-on-girl action." vivian snorted, holding up her cup and handing you yours, "and if you don't chug it down, i'm telling everyone you like to sniff your socks after using them."

you laugh, rolling your eyes as you let the top of your cup make contact with vivian's, "cheers." you mumble, knowing the girl couldn't even hear it over all the commotion, only following her lead as you took the cup to your lips and downed the liquid down your throat, ignoring the searing taste of vodka that was poorly masked by the coke, a slight trail dripping from your mouth down your chin.

"whooo!" vivian shook her head of long, pink locks, looking to you with a grin as she grabbed your now-empty cup, already starting to refill both of them, and as soon as they were full once again, she pulled you to make your way through the crowds of sweaty people grinding against each other.

honestly, you were starting to understand why people drank. your head felt so empty of everything, of worries, of thoughts, of anything that usually plagued, haunted you. all you could focus on was swaying your body and bobbing your head along to the music. that was, until you noticed that your best friend was nowhere to be seen. you might've been drunk, but you were sober enough to worry.

"vivian?" you called out, your lips twisted into a pout as you took a sip from your drink, wandering through the vast hallways of the fraternity house, the floor underneath you shaking with the force of the bass. "viv, this isn't funny."

you took out your phone, your head down as you were going through your contacts in search of the contact 'pink slut ♡' (affectionately set by your best friend), only to feel the top of your head hit something solid. you let out a slight yelp, looking up and seeing a boy who was basically the height of a tree looking down at you.

"you good?" the boy asked with a slightly humorous expression on his face. "yeah. yeah, sorry." you sighed, taking a step back, your lips pursed in thought, "this is probably a long shot, but have you seen vivian parker? girl with pink hair-"

"viv?" the boy sucked in a breath, "yeah, her and topper just went into his room."

"unbelievable." you groaned, putting your phone back into the pocket of your cardigan and running a hand through your hair, "i was supposed to stop her from doing that."

"good luck with that." the boy snorted, taking a swig straight out of a bottle of jack daniels before looking at you up and down, "you're the best friend, right? the mouse?"

"the mouse?"

"y'know, all shy and shit. viv sometimes hangs out with us, and she talks about you guys." he scratched the bridge of his nose with his thumb, "this is a shitty first introduction. i'm rafe." the boy said, and you told him your name, making him nod, "y'wanna go outside for a bit?"

the two of you were sitting on the patio connected to one of the rooms in the frat house, passing the bottle of jack daniels back and forth, the music blasting downstairs almost drowned out.

you looked up at the stars, a small smile on my face. "as much as i love to look at the stars, are you sure we're allowed to be here?" you asked with a small chuckle, taking a swig out of the bottle before it passing it back to rafe, pulling your cardigan closer to your body. "pretty sure that's someone's room."

"it is." the boy chuckled, taking a large swig out of the whiskey before placing it down on the space between you two, taking his backwards cap off and fixing his hair before putting the hat back on. "it's my room."

"damn, you're not afraid i'm gonna go rummage through your underwear drawer?" you snorted, rafe letting out a laugh along with you, "you have a lot of trophies. you're on the football team, right? nine?"

"well, i'd like to think i'm at least a nine and a half." rafe grinned, making you roll your eyes and nudge him, "kildare university football captain, at your service."

"maybe you'd be a nine-and-a-half if you didn't wear this ridiculous hat." you grinned, snatching the backwards cap off his head and placing it on yours, only the right way. "this is an awkward moment to tell you i have lice." "that's even better. i can tell people to let me rub my head against theirs for a chance to get one of the bugs that used to live in rafe cameron's scalp."

rafe threw his head forward in laughter, shaking his head before turning to look at you with a smile, "jesus. i can't believe that i actually thought you were like a mouse. your brain is so fucking weird, in the best way possible."

"alcohol lowers your inhibitions and all that crap." you chuckled, "in reality i'm afraid to talk to anyone, let alone some frat god football legend. can't even complain when i get my order wrong."

"frat god." rafe shook his head and looked forward, taking a swig of whiskey. "how come?"

"i've had social anxiety since i was little. i didn't have that many friends when i was a kid, so when i came to college and vivian saw me and decided to adopt me as her introverted friend, it was like a godsend. if it wasn't for her, i'd probably be known as the weird hermit in the corner of the room."

you took in a deep breath, looking up at the stars up in the black midnight sky, and rafe could see them glimmering in your eyes as you quoted, tracing some of the constellations with your finger, "from childhood's hour i have not been as others were, i have not seen as others saw. i could not bring my passions from a common spring, from the same source i have not taken my sorrow, i could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone. and all i loved, i loved alone."

"edgar allan poe." rafe said in thought, pursing his lips, and you turned to look at him, eyes slightly wide in surprise, "you read poetry?"

"not usually. but lately i've been getting into poe." rafe said, a fond smile taking over his lips. "it reminds me of someone special."

you looked at him, your mouth opening slightly in surprise, "you have a crush on someone." the boy turned to look at you with wide, blue eyes, "viv was wrong. she basically said you'd never touch commitment with a five foot pole, but you're totally into someone!" you softly smacked his arm, "tell me about her."

rafe rolled his eyes, "it's not a crush. it's just..."

"a girl who you can't stop thinking about, who you read poetry for, who you get all blushy and smiley when you talk about her... that's a crush, my guy."

rafe shook his head and took a large swig of whiskey, "she's... special."

"so whipped. that's a good thing. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna have to bribe someone to marry me by giving him a piece of what's basically an atomic bomb that my mad-scientist father created and left to his kids when he passed." you snorted.

"calm down angela hoenikker." the boy chuckled and shook his head, "cat's cradle. a classic."

you were about to express your surprise at rafe's knowledge of kurt vonnegut, only for the patio door to be opened, revealing a familiar pink-haired girl, pulling her white fur-coat closer to her body, strapping one of her heels on "whew, there you are." she sighed, "we gotta get out of dodge. topper's trying to ask me what we are and i said i'd answer after i get out of the bathroom."

you snorted, standing up and brushing off your skirt, "guess that's my cue." you looked to the boy who'd stood up with you, "thanks for the drinks. and the company."

"you too. get back safe, mouse."

"sleep well, lover boy. dream of your special girl." you saluted rafe with a small smile, the boy shaking his head as you and vivian left him on the patio, making your way inside, starting to make your way out of the party.

and only when you were halfway on your way to the dorm did vivian purse her lips, looking at your head, "what the hell is that?" the girl's words immediately making you remember snatching rafe's hat, "it's a souvenir. now let's get you to bed."

when you finally got to your dorm and to bed with vivian snoring blissfully next to you, you took your phone out, pulling up KILDAREUCHATS and messaging MalachiConstant.

YOU: alright, i admit it. i actually had a good night.

the response came almost immediately.

MalachiConstant: i told you that you would. i'm glad you did.

YOU: goodnight, vonnegut boy.

MalachiConstant: sweet dreams, poe girl. dream of me.

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Golden Hour

₊ ⁺ pairing: Jay x reader

₊ ⁺ genre: soulmate au, angst, slight miscommunication and teeth rotting fluff that’ll make your heart hurt because you’ve never been loved like this

₊ ⁺ wordcount: 3.9k

₊ ⁺ note: ugh i love these two so much as always let me know if you wanna be added to thr taglist

₊ ⁺ Jake ₊ ⁺ Jungwon ₊ ⁺ Jay ₊ ⁺ Sunoo ₊ ⁺ Heeseung ₊ ⁺ Niki ₊ ⁺ Sunghoon ₊ ⁺ Masterlist

When Jay discovered his mark, he didn’t even realize what it was at first. But by the stroke of midnight on his 13th birthday, his dream changed.

Instead of battling Pokémon’s he was suddenly in school. He had groaned and tried to go back, there was no way in hell he’d be staying in this class. He however quickly realized that he was indeed stuck here.

When he had looked around he noticed that the classroom wasn’t his, nor was his friends anywhere to be found and even the teacher was one he didn’t know. No one even acknowledged his existence, it was as if he was invisible. But most importantly of all, no one even spoke korean.

In his bones he knew what this meant, and the girl he was currently sitting right behind could only be one person. You.

He followed you throughout your day, learned your name, your likes and dislikes in the cafeteria, the name of your friends and teachers, and he clung to every bit of information.

And when he woke up, it was as if the most important parts had slipped his mind, and that unfortunately included both your face and your name.

He had with one of his pillows trying to force the information out by slamming it against his head. But after a conversation with his father, he was told that that was just how the mark worked. It couldn’t and shouldn't be that easy to find one’s other half.

The next couple of days he could’ve sworn someone was watching him, but whenever he looked over his shoulder, no one was there. He did however feel a presence there.

It took him a couple of days, or nights he supposed, of you to continuously looking over your own shoulder. Looking at him, but not really, until he realized that that presence was you, following him around while you slept.

He was happier than ever, and he swore that he would do all he could to be the best version of himself. He did his best to be a good friend, to listen and be kind to those around him. He started joining his parents in the kitchen, just as he had done when he was a child, wanting to be able to take care of you one day, by cooking you food.

It didn’t take more than a few weeks until the emotional maturity and overall kindness was second nature to the teenage boy, and you were so proud of him being yours.

Jay had always enjoyed dancing, and now he had an audience, and knowing you were watching along made him wanna be even better. He danced and he sang, and in the end that took him all the way to BigHit, a company you could never remember the name of when you woke up.

His overall passion inspired you, and even though you didn’t really have the voice for it, music had always been dear to you, so it seemed like the obvious thing to follow in that direction when it became your time to pick schools. Hopefully the love for music would bring the two of you together in the end.

One afternoon on your way home from your classes you had fallen asleep on the train, and as you slipped into the dreams that was his world, he never showed. All that was there was a mist of grey all around you.

You were in complete denial, and refused to accept that he was gone, but after a few minutes the constant flow of no’s you muttered to yourself became sobs and in the end you were nothing more than a ball on the ground as you screamed into the grey abyss.

Was this how it felt? To lose your soulmate before the bond was really sealed? An empty ever stretching room of nothingness?

When your breathing stilled and you finally removed your hands from your mouth, you heard an almost muffled sound coming from somewhere within the mist.

He had just like you panicked when everything around him had slowly disappeared, when he was no longer next to you. The train cart had become what to him almost looked like grey clouds.

Instead of panicking he tried easing his mind, his breath was faster, and all he heard was his heartbeat, but he knew he needed to calm for him to be in any kind of position to figure out what had happened.

A small voice inside his head told him to run, to hurry, to yell out for you, and he had nothing to lose so he listened.

No more than a few minutes later he heard you scream and he had thought he already ran as fast as humanly possible, he was wrong.

He called out for you, called your name because as long as he slept he could remember it.

In the distance he saw a figure and he knew in his heart it was you. “Darling!” He yelled out, breathless and tired, but it didn’t matter, you needed him, you thought he was gone.

“Jay?” You whispered in shock as he was finally close enough for you to see through your teary eyes.

He flew the last few steps and dropped to his knees without really stopping, and therefore crashed right into you. And for the first time, he was able to hold you.

His arms snaked around you, pulled you as close to him as humanly possible, all while he kept repeating two words “I’m here”

The two of you had cried together, finally able to touch and hold one another and to ask and answer questions. It didn’t matter to the two of you that you’d forget the most important parts, because he could finally take a walk with you through the grey clouds. He couldn’t care less about the lack of view, because to him you were the most beautiful view he had ever laid his eyes on.

His arm was snaked around the small of your back, always pulling you back to him in a polite but somehow possessive nature, and it made your heart flutter.

He was almost gone as quickly as he had arrived, and as you woke up in the train cart, you still felt him right there by your sides and your heart had never been fuller.

After having finally held you, Jay made it a part of his routine to nap whenever he could. It didn’t matter where he was, if it was possible he was asleep in seconds.

The two of you had started to talk out loud whenever you were alone, you both knew that the only person who really mattered was right there listening.

And every now and then you were lucky and fell asleep at the same time, and those minutes and sometimes hours were the most presious to you both.

When Jay joined I-land your interactions changed, you knew he was doing something different than usual, the background had changed from his usual training room, and instead of him training with the same few people, others had now joined.

You could feel how stressed he was, how afraid, and you hoped your presence helped him just a little.

You did your absolute best to scour the internet for whatever this place was, and then one day at twitter you stumbled upon it.

Kpop was nothing new to you, you had a few friends in your circle that were ARMY’s and when BTS joined for an episode on I-land, clips of those oh so familiar backgrounds were everywhere on your feed. And that’s when you found him.

You started the first episode and when he popped up on screen it was as if every memory you had forgotten whenever you woke came rushing back. It was almost as if you had opened a door in your mind that held the rest of information you knew about him.

He had told you about him being a trainee, of him wanting to debut, how he hoped it would lead you to him one way or another. He had sung to you in the grey clouds, and you had complimented him every time, you were in fact his biggest cheerleader and number one fan.

You cheered him on, voted for him and did your absolute best to make sure he succeeded with his dream.

That didn’t however stop you from having fun once in a while. You and your best friend had been wheezing when your presence was noticed not only by him but by the remaining boys, and you were suddenly not just his soulmate, but also the ghost of I-land.

After Jay debuted his whole world was turned on it’s head and he was from one day to another no longer just Jay, but Jay of Enhypen.

As proud as you were it also stung. You saw and heard how every woman around him talked about him, how people much more beautiful and successful than you all wished for him to be theirs.

He felt how you had distanced yourself, and he begged on his hands and knees that you would open up, but you never did.

There was a constant fear that he would find your jealousy and possessiveness of him off putting. But what you feared the most was that he would rather have you as a platonic friend instead of a romantic partner in his life.

You hated the feelings, hated that it all got to you. But how could it not? There was no guarantee with soulmates, you could choose to work on a relationship, but it wasn’t a given that it lasted. Some would turn out to be better friends with one another than they ever were partners.

Despite him showing you affection, despite him paying attention you couldn’t shut down those thoughts, they were all consuming.

What you didn’t know was that he too hated seeing how people around you reacted to your beauty and overall presence.

He knew you didn’t notice, you were just walking through the world blind to those who gawked after you on the street. Blind to the boys in the back of your classes as they fought one another to be the one to ask you as their date for a school dance.

There was no way in hell you would say yes if they asked, he had thought to himself.

So when one of them finally did muster up the courage, he smugly watched as you stumbled for the right words to let him down easy. Or so he thought.

You had looked over your shoulder and sighed, as you finally had said that one word: yes.

When Jay woke up he was fuming, and it was clear to everyone who lived with him that something had gone terribly wrong that night.

“Soooo…” Niki said as he took a sip of water in the kitchen, all while Jay was throwing around pots and pans, making enough noise to wake the entire block.

“Don’t poke the bear you idiot!” Sunghoon said before hiding behind a chair dramatically.

“What happened?” Sunoo asked as he gently rubbed his friends back in a soothing manner.

Jay had gone still at the motion, and they all watched him as his shoulders started to move. He was crying.

It lead to a chain reaction as they all formed a protective circle around him, a safe space for him to express his emotions.

“She’s going on a fucking date” he spat out the last word as if it had been poisonous.

“Wow, wow, wow… a date?” Heeseung said as he looked to the others for any kind of explanation. But they were all a mirrored image of his own surprise.

Jay took a deep breath. “Yeah, this low life of a so called ‘man’ asked her to a dance, and she said yes” he ran his hands through his hair a few times as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Dude that’s messed up” Jake said as he plopped down on a chair. Jay nodded in response.

“You have to talk to her” Jungwon said in that stern leader voice.

Jay smiled a sinister smile. “I honestly don’t even wanna see her”

Jungwon shrugged. “I don’t care, you’re not letting this misunderstanding ruin what the two of you have build”

“Who says it’s even a misunderstanding?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back on the kitchen counter.

“Uhhhh mom and dad are fighting” Niki said in an unserious and teasing tone. He was instantly shut up by the look his two hyungs sent his way. He raised his hands in surrender, earning a laugh from Sunghoon.

“The two of you have known each other for close to ten years, you know each other better than anyone. And from what you’ve told us about her, she is not one who hurts people for sport” Jungwon had too crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“He’s right Jay, you two are lucky you can even communicate, the rest of us have no idea who’s waiting for us, what they’re doing, if they’ve dated people or not. When it comes down to it, none of us have any claim on them” Heeseung echoed.

The rest of the boys both nodded and sighed at the oldest words. It was a harsh truth, one that hurt them all.

“Talk to her, stay up or take a nap or whatever it is that you do” Jake said with a somewhat reassuring smile.

Jay rolled his eyes. “Fine” he said before he skammer the door to his room.

He had stayed up all night until he felt you were finally there. He had been so tired he had fallen asleep within seconds.

“What the hell was that?!” He yelled as soon as you were in front of him.

You had stumbled back in shock. “W-what?” You asked with surprise over his anger.

“Why the hell did you agree to go out with that douche?”

He watched as you rolled your eyes in annoyance, and he had never been more annoyed, disappointed or mad at you.

“How are you surprised? We’re nothing to each other Jay! We’re basically stalkers appointed by the universe itself, we’re nowhere near one another for fuck sake!” You yelled at him, up until now you had never done that.

“I don’t understand any of this… how could…” he ran his hand over his face as he felt how his voice was close to breaking. He was heartbroken, and it was your fault.

“I know who you are okay, I’ve known since I-land. I follow you everywhere, I see the people who thirst over you, I see the young women who would die to be in my place, and honestly? I’m pretty sure you’d much rather be with one of them than with me…”

He saw your tears stream down your face as you admitted everything to him. He didn’t know you knew, he had seen no indicators whenever he was with you. But what he failed to understand was how you would think so little of yourself.

His hand grabbed yours and he pulled you into his chest. His other laid on your cheek as he forced your eyes to meet his.

“Listen to me carefully when I tell you this darling. I want no one, but you. Every moment I’m not here with you, a part of my soul, my heart, is missing. Don’t ever think that you’re not good enough, not beautiful enough. There is no one but you. I scan every crowd, every concert, every fanmeet for your face. It’s you or no one else”

You stared at him as the tears fell, he had managed to wipe away every insecurity in a matter of seconds.

He sent you a shy smile. “I love you darling, you and you alone . And trust me when I say I will continue to love you until the day I die”

You had pulled him into an embrace. “I love you too” you had whispered.

He still smiled when he woke up. You loved him, and he loved you.

“So, I’m taking everything went well?” Sunoo said as he stood in the door.

Jay sat up in the bed with a grin. “Yeah it did”

“Good” Sunoo said before he opened the door wide and his room was suddenly flooded with his brothers.

“She loves me” he said and was instantly knocked over as they all screamed and tackled him into the mattress.

“Of course she does” Jungwon said as he ruffled his hair.

“Thank you Won” he said as he pulled the younger one in for a hug.

“Any time”

“I’m coming” you said as your head was in his lap. You felt him freeze beneath you.

It had been almost a year since the two of you had said those three little words to one another, and hearing about both Jake and Jungwon finding their other half’s had been the last push you had needed to buy the plane ticket without a return date.

“Don’t lie to me” he whispered.

“I’m not, I’m currently on my way” you said with a small smile as your hand came into contact with his cheek.

“How am I going to find you?” Jay said as he leaned into your touch.

“I don’t know… I can’t tell you where to be, or even where I’ll be but don’t stay too much in the dorm or at work okay? Go out and search for me”

“Darling as I’ve said, I always search for you”

You smiled, you knew he was. Instead of telling him you had considered surprising him, and had he been any other man that might’ve been possible.

“I can’t wait” you said.

He took your hand and kissed your knuckles. “Me too”

Jay did exactly as he had promised, he walked around the city, ate every meal outside the comforts of his home. He even attended some of their own lucky draws just to see if you were there.

As the days went by he became more and more desperate. It helped that you were now on the same sleeping schedule, the two of you had never spent this much time together. But he wanted you with him.

He sat by the Han river on a bench, as he tried to calm himself. Usually bodies of water had that effect on him, but it seemed that that wasn’t the case today.

He ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. He closed his eyes as he let the sun warm his face. It was getting late, and soon it would be pitch black, but the golden hour was so beautiful from here.

In the corner of his eye he saw someone sit on the other end of the bench. Whoever they were, they too seemed smitten with the view and the golden colors.

“It’s beautiful” you said as you looked at him.

Jay gave you a small nod and polite smile in return, never taking the time to actually look your way. You laughed. “My love, look at me” you said and the sound of that laugh, of that voice finally made something click inside of his very soul.

He whipped his head your way so fast that he fell from the bench and onto the ground. You laughed, unable to figure out how to process all of these emotions.

“You… you’re here” he said in disbelief. Instead of pulling him up you sat down on the ground next to him.

His breaths were quick and shallow, his eyes were big in chok and despite the warm colors of the sun it almost looked like he had gone completely pale.

“Is this a dream?” He asked between breaths, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hear your answer by the frantic beating of his own heart.

He saw you smile at him, that wonderful wonderful smile. He took you in, all of you, he knew every little part of your face, of your hands of your body. But up until this exact second it was as if he couldn’t remember, as if the precise details had been lost in his memory. But now everything came back to him.

You reached out with your hand and he hesitantly took it, almost as if he was afraid that you would disappear if he made any sudden moves.

“You’re actually here?” He asked, and you nodded in response.

“Yeah. I’m actually here”

“Oh darling” he said as he pulled you as close to him as he physically could. The interaction reminded him of that first time he had had you in his arms. When the two of you had finally met in those grey clouds that were your mind. But this time you were actually here.

He could smell your shampoo and that sweet scent of vanilla from your perfume, he felt the heat from your hands where there usually were none, and the fast beating of your heart that matched his own so beautifully.

“I love you” three words he kept repeating, three words you repeated back to him over and over again.

He had both of his hands in your hair pulling you away from him to really look at you. “Gosh you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. How did I get this lucky?”

“Just kiss me already you fool” you said with a flicker of your eye. God you would be the death of him.

He closed the distance between the two of you, and finally his lips met yours. He was gentle but you could feel the desperation, the need to claim you right then and there.

He groaned into your mouth as his hands snaked around your waist and pulled you into his lap. Your hands flew up into his hair as you combed through the soft locks, earning small whimpers from him.

You smiled at his reaction. Smiled into the kiss and felt how he did the same. “You’re never leaving my side ever again” he said before losing himself in you once more.

“Never” you echoed.

He rested his forehead against yours with closed eyes and you saw how a tear slid down his cheek. You made a little hum, and he looked at you with such love you thought you’d be able to write love songs about this, about him for the rest of your life.

You started to stand but he pulled you back to him. “Where do you think you’re going?” He said in a teasing tone.

“I was thinking now might be a good time to go home.”

Home, home with you. You did not have to tell him twice. The two of you stood and he pulled you close to him, a hand resting on the small of your back as you walked back to his car.

Everything around you looked as if it had been dipped in gold, even that bond inside your chest seemed to be the color that the sun painted the world in. It was singing, humming a tune more beautiful than anything you had ever heard, with exception of your soulmate's voice of course.

Your walk finally had a view, and you had never been happier than in this moment. But you knew there was much more happiness to come as the two of you embarked on this journey that would be the rest of your lives.

And when you fell asleep in each other's arms, only to meet each other in your dreams once more, the grey clouds had been substituted for golden ones. Just as they had been when you had met.

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[puckinghischier]

Choices

Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary: jack proves that he will always choose reader, no matter what anyone has to say

notes: so, the first part of this is literally my favorite thing i’ve ever written. the ending? meh. i don’t hate it, but i definitely think it could have been done better, i just struggle so hard with endings 😭. i also lowkey don’t like the title, but literally couldn’t think of a different one. anyways, i hope you enjoy!! happy reading! 🫶🏼

can be read as a part 2 to this fic, but can also be read by itself

request: Could you write something with Jack getting defensive/choosing her? Maybe he gets cornered by an ex flame or someone about what makes reader so special to get him to commit to a serious relationship when he didn't with her

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“Are you sure I don’t need to dress up tonight? I know you said they’re just some old family friends, but I want to make a good impression,” you question Jack, standing in front of the full-length mirror propped against the wall.

You’re wearing a pale, yellow sundress with daisies imprinted all across the fabric. Jack insisted the Lawsons were just old friends of the family, having owned the house down the street since he was just a kid.

Since meeting Jack’s family last year, you’ve been his plus one to every single trip he’s made home. At thanksgiving he brought you home for a quick, two day trip to meet his grandparents and a few pairs of aunts and uncles, before having to fly out again because of his game schedule. Around Christmas the two of you split your time, spending the actual holiday with your family, then flying to meet Jack’s family for New Year’s activities, where you met several cousins and old school friends of Jack’s.

This year, you’re celebrating the Fourth of July in Michigan, finally getting to experience the infamous Hughes lake house. Jack was able to convince you to spend an entire month here at the large house, telling you the trip was for the Fourth festivities, but suggesting you leave a few weeks beforehand, wanting you to get the full lake house experience.

You had spent your days switching between joining his family on the large pontoon boat sitting at the end of their dock and going out on adventures with Jack alone on the pair of Jet skis Quinn had bought after his first paycheck came in during his rookie year. A few nights a week, Jack would tell you to put on something nice, showing you around the small town a few miles away from the house, taking you to each of his favorite childhood spots for dinner.

One night he had told you to put on the nicest dress you brought, then proceeded to take you to an old, beach themed bar. He sat across from you at the high top table in a collared shirt and khakis, the rest of the patrons around you in their bathing suit cover ups or shorts and t-shirts.

You scolded him, telling him you two looked like fools in there, all dressed up to eat fried seafood. He laughed, telling you the only fool in the room was him, because he was “foolishly and wholly in love with you.” You rolled your eyes at his mushy-ness, a blush making its way to your cheeks at the same time.

That memory, however, is the reason you no longer trust Jack when he tells you to either dress up or dress down for dinners. Including tonight.

“I promise, you don’t have to dress up. You could wear your bathing suit for all I care,” he calls out from the bathroom where he’s ‘fixing’ his hair, which usually means brushing it and then ruffling it around with his hands. “I mean, mom might not be too happy if you’re sitting at the dinner table in just a bikini, but I’d sure enjoy the show.”

You scoff at his words, turning to go and stand in the doorway of the ensuite, crossing your arms.

“I’m being serious, J. I want to make a good impression on these people. They’re really good friends of your parents. Your mom was telling me how you all used to spend almost the entire summer together, constantly over at one another’s houses for dinner and fire talks,” you remember how excited Ellen was to be having her friends over for dinner tonight, claiming she hadn’t seen them in years because of how busy their lives had gotten.

Ellen also mentioned they had a daughter around your and Jack’s age who was in with her parents for the summer. Her name is Sarah and she’s a department director of some big advertisement company in New York. She stopped coming around as often around the same time Jack got drafted to the Devils, according to Ellen. Her job being too demanding for her to make the trip every summer.

You were excited to meet yet another person that knew Jack as a kid. You were hoping to rope a few stories out of her over the course of dinner, wanting to know as much as you can about Jack’s childhood from those around him. Sometimes you really hate the fact that you haven’t known Jack his whole life. You count yourself one of the luckiest people alive to be able to share his life with him now, but you’re always picturing him growing up, wanting to know every detail of what makes Jack, Jack.

Quinn and Luke are always eager to tell you anything you want to know about Jack, from the time he wanted to be “TP man” for Halloween and proceeded to wrap his entire body in toilet paper, wearing the empty rolls on his hands, to the time he wanted to ask his eighth-grade crush out on a date, but instead blurted out that he had to go home to massage their dad’s feet.

You always enjoyed hearing stories about him from people that weren’t his mischievous brothers, though. Like when his grandma told you about the time she got home to see that Jack had rearranged her kitchen cabinets, placing everything he saw her use on a regular basis closer to where she could reach it after watching her drop her favorite mug while trying to put it away on the second highest shelf that morning. Or when his best friend from high school told you about the time Jack gave him a ride home from practice, stopping in to say hello to his parents when Jack heard his little sister crying in her room because she couldn’t figure out her math homework. Jack stayed over for nearly two hours to help the little girl with her multiplication table and gave her words of encouragement the entire time.

You knew Jack was someone special, his calming energy easing your nerves from the first time you ever spoke to him. Hearing the stories that confirm he’s been this way his whole life, from the people that have known him far longer than you, though, makes you burst with so much love for the man you think your heart might actually explode one day.

“And I’m being serious, Sunshine, what you’re wearing is fine and won’t change the fact that they’re going to absolutely love you, just like everyone else does,” Jack walks over to stand in front of you.

You uncross your arms, letting them fall to your sides. Jack reaches down and takes each one of your hands into his, stepping forward slightly.

“I just…I care about how the people that know you view me. It’s important to me that the people important to you know that I love you, not that I’m just trying to ride on the back of some hot shot hockey player,” you whisper, referencing a blog post you were sent by one of your coworkers back in Jersey, asking if the girl in the picture was, in fact, you sitting on Jack’s lap in a crowded bar you went to for a post-game celebration.

The post talked about how you had been seen with Jack at a few games and were seen leaving several bars with him over the course of a few weeks early into your relationship. The blog site was a silly, hockey gossip blog, more concerned about who the players were sleeping with than any of the games themselves, but the accusation made your heart sink nonetheless. You knew you were with Jack for no reason other than you love him and he makes you feel safe, comfortable, and loved. Jack knows you’re not with him for his money, and anyone close to him knows you’re not with him for his money or fame.

He could quit hockey tomorrow and it wouldn’t change even an ounce of your feelings towards him. With or without hockey, he’s still your Jack. The Jack that makes you honey lavender tea every night because he knows it helps you sleep. The Jack that somehow manages to bring you flowers after every home game, no matter how late it is. The Jack that insisted you move in with him after your lease ended because his apartment is closer to your new job, but really because he was tired of not coming home to you every night. The Jack that showed up to your graduation this spring, bringing nearly his whole team and his family, the group cheering so loud when you walked across the stage everyone in attendance laughed, the person handing you your diploma commenting “sounds like you have a few fans out there.”

Even though you know that Jack knows, and his family knows, each time you meet someone new from his life, you feel the need to prove yourself. It’s part of the reason you were so anxious to meet his parents all those months ago. You worry that each person you meet has seen or read an article like the one you were sent. You worry they’ll think you’re not right for Jack, or that you’re only with him to get a taste of the popularity and lifestyle that comes along with his job. All you want is to show them how much you love him for him, and how you never want to leave his side.

Jack looks down at you, bringing your joined hands up to his mouth, pulling them together and kissing your knuckles.

“I promise you, no one here thinks that,” he starts, his words oozing with sincerity. “There is not a single person that matters to me in my life more than you. And absolutely no one’s opinion of you matters to me other than your own. Do you think you’re with me for the wrong reasons?” He asks you, waiting for you to answer him.

You shake your head no, breaking his eye contact.

“Hey, look at me,” he squeezes your hands that are still resting near his mouth, bringing your eyes back to his. “Then absolutely nothing else matters, okay? I know who you are, and you know who you are. Last time I checked, we’re the only two in this relationship, so that’s the only two people I’ll ever be looking to for opinions concerning my choices in this relationship, got it?”

You nod, a little embarrassed you were ever worried in the first place after his small speech, but still needing the hear his words nonetheless.

You’re still looking up at him, opening your mouth to tell him how much you love him when your stomach growls between the two of you, loud enough you nearly jump back.

Jack’s eyes flicker down to your stomach and back up to your eyes, the amusement in them making the blue shade shine even brighter.

“On that note, let’s go get you something to eat,” he chuckles, kissing your forehead before dropping one of your hands, the other still intwined with yours, pulling you out of the room behind him.

Jack led you down to the kitchen, digging around in the fridge to sneak you a snack before everyone sat down for dinner, knowing the meal wouldn’t be ready for at least another hour.

After he was satisfied that you weren’t going to starve, thanks to the small bowl of fruit he found, the two of you walked out to the back deck, joining everyone else.

The Lawsons had already arrived, Jim and Ellen standing on the other side of the large deck, conversing with Mr. and Mrs. Lawson separately.

Mrs. Lawson is a short, slim woman. Her hair is flawlessly styled into a ‘looks lazy but really took an hour’ up do, wearing a light purple, short sleeve pleated dress that fell just above her ankles, a simple pair of sandals on her feet.

Her husband is a tall man with salt and pepper hair, wearing a matching polo shirt and khaki shorts, a pair of Hey Dude brand shoes on his feet.

As soon as the two of you walked out onto the porch, Ellen was immediately halting her conversation to introduce you to the guests.

“Oh! There they are! Aren’t they just dolls? Look at them!” she gushed, walking over to greet the two of you.

You smile warmly at her, your relationship with Jack’s mom almost as dear to you as your relationship with your own. The two of you were able to sit and talk with one another during the hockey game her and Jim had come into town for the first time you met them. You both were invested in the game itself, considering all three Hughes boys were on the ice that night, but the intermissions were full of conversations and stories. You left the rink that night feeling like you had gained another mother, exchanging numbers with Ellen and promising to keep in touch. You now have weekly phone calls with Ellen, her interest in your life and well being matching that of her interest in her son’s.

“Mom, we literally saw you an hour ago on the boat, calm down,” Jack tells her, earning soft smack to his chest from you.

“Don’t be a grump, Jack. She’s telling us how good we look and you choose now to suddenly act like you don’t love being told you look pretty,” you scold.

Jack looks down at you with his mouth slightly open, putting on his best fake offended face.

“See, I told you she keeps him in check for me. Now I don’t have to carry the burden all by myself anymore,” Ellen tells Mrs. Lawson, earning a laugh from the woman standing just behind her.

You and Jack continue to have a small stare down until he conceded, choosing to flash a smile at you instead, sticking his tongue out like a child and earning a small giggle from you.

“Y/N, this is Deborah, but we all call her Deb. Deb, this is Y/N, my new baby girl,” Ellen breaks up yours and Jack’s moment, introducing you to Mrs. Lawson.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you Mrs. Lawson,” you say, removing your hand from Jack’s so you could step forward and give a small, greeting hug to the woman in front of you.

“Oh honey, Mrs. Lawson was my mother-in-law, please, call me Deb,” she tells you as she pulls back from the hug.

“Okay, Deb is it,” you laugh, stepping back beside Jack.

“C’mere, I need a hug from you too, Jack,” she motions Jack over to her, your boyfriend walking over to give her a slightly longer hug than you shared with her. “My, you’ve grown up, haven’t you? Last time I saw you, you were just getting ready to declare yourself draft eligible. Now look at you, the real deal.”

Jack blushes as he steps back towards you, knowing how shy he gets when complimented.

He may be cocky on the ice and in interviews, but you’ve learned that when it comes to the people that are close to him, Jack is extremely humble. He turns a light shade of pink any time you compliment how well he played after a game, or when his mom calls to tell him she watched his game on tv and cheered so loud she woke their cat up anytime he scored a goal.

“Just enjoy playing the game, is all,” he slips his hand back into yours. You give it a light squeeze.

“Ron, quit talking golf and get over here! Come say hi to Jack and his girlfriend!” Deb turns and shouts to her husband behind her. Both Mr. Lawson and Jim leave their spot by the heating grill and walk over to join your small group.

“Jack, how are ya, boy?” Mr. Lawson walks up, pulling Jack from your hold, bringing him in by his arm for what you call a ‘guy’ hug, each having one arm slug over the other’s shoulders, their clasped hands trapped between their chests.

“Getting by alright. Happy to have a bit of a break. Couldn’t wait to show Y/N here the ways of the lake house,” Jack motions to where you stand slightly behind him.

“Oh gosh, where are my manners. Hi, sweetheart, I’m Ron,” Mr. Lawson sticks his hand out towards you, shaking it softly.

“Hi, Jack’s told me a lot about you two. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Lawson” you reference both of the Lawsons, repeating part of your greeting to Deb.

“Oh, no, Mr. Lawson is my father, I’m just Ron, dear,” he mirrors his wife’s earlier statement, stepping over to place his arm around her waist.

You chat with the couple a bit longer, noticing after a few minutes that Quinn and Luke are nowhere to be found. Neither was their daughter Ellen had mentioned earlier.

“Not to interrupt, but where are Quinn and Luke?” you ask just as Ellen finishes telling Ron and Deb about a recent cruise her and Jim had been on.

“Oh, they took Sarah out for a spin on the boat before dinner. She said she missed the water, so away they went,” Deb explains, looking over to Jack. “She’s so excited to see you again, Jack. She always talks about wanting to get across the bridge to see a game, but you know her, a workaholic and all.”

You sense a slight rigidness in Jack’s body language at the mention of Sarah. He responds with a simple “Yeah, that’s a shame,” not offering any other words about the mystery girl.

You were confused. You had thought Ellen said the boys were friends with Sarah growing up. Why did Jack tense up when she was mentioned? Had there been some sort of falling out? Was he not excited to see her? He hadn’t mentioned anything when you brought her up earlier, causing you to assume he just didn’t know much about her, having lost contact after they both were busy and didn’t have as much time to spend at the lake anymore.

As soon as Jack had finished speaking, you heard loud laughter coming from the long deck at the end of the house’s yard, seeing three figures quickly approaching the porch you were standing on.

“See, told you I could still beat you, just like when I was a kid!” you hear an unfamiliar voice call out, footsteps coming up the wooden stairs leading to the porch.

“Not fair, you didn’t tell me it was a race until you were already at the end of the deck,” you recognize the voice this time, Luke uttering his words between fast breaths.

As you look towards the stairs, you see one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen in your life step onto the porch.

She had jet black hair that fell to her mid back, perfectly pin straight. She had the greenest eyes you think you’d ever seen, and her tan skin was a shade that people usually had to be photoshopped to achieve. She was wearing a sundress similar to yours, but hers was a baby blue color, complementing her skin tone and hair perfectly. It fell right at her mid-thigh, and had a floral print running across the fabric.

“Hey, everyone. Hope we didn’t miss dinner,” she said, waltzing over to the wet bar to grab a bottle of water as Luke and Quinn make their way up the stairs, coming to stand a few feet from you and Jack.

“Oh, not even close, honey. You’re just in time. Your dad and Jim were just about to put the chicken on the grill,” Deb tells her daughter, beaming at her.

She walks over to join everyone, not stopping until she’s stood right in front of Jack.

“Oh, Jacky! I’ve missed you so much! It’s been so long!” she wraps him in a hug. His arms stay pinned to his sides, his body going rigid with discomfort. You notice the looks from Quinn and Luke, confused at their wide eyes.

He coughs, causing her to detach herself from his body, but not removing her hand from his shoulders.

“Well, that hockey training sure has been good to you, hasn’t it Jacky,” she continues, squeezing his biceps with a smirk before dropping her hands, completely ignoring you.

The second her hands leave his body, Jack is stepping back over to you, placing his hand on your waist.

“Uhh, Sarah, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, Sarah,” Jack says, squeezing you to his side.

“Oh! You’re the new girlfriend my mom was telling me about. How sweet!” she coos, placing her hand on her chest. “Jack, she’s so pretty. But, what happened to Macey? You know, the one with the pretty blonde hair? Oh, and the absolute insane body. Seriously, I need her personal trainer’s number,” she asks, looking around at everyone.

You think about your brunette hair and know exactly what she’s trying to do.

“Not in the picture anymore. Didn’t really like the fact that she kept sticking her tongue down some Philly player’s throat when she came to visit me during an away game,” Jack spat out, grinding his teeth.

“What a shame. I liked her,” Sarah waved it off, making a small pout with her lips. “But, I’m sure you’re great too!” she added as an after thought, flashing the fakest smile you’ve ever seen.

You feel a presence step up behind you, Quinn slyly whispering “ex-girlfriend” in your ear, suddenly making Jack’s body language and her backhanded warmth towards you make sense.

“Okay, well, time to go get the food on the grill. Food will be ready in around thirty,” Jim claps his hands together, sensing the need to break up the awkward moment.

“Oh great, I’m absolutely starving,” Sarah exaggerates her last word, turning and walking towards the sliding glass door leading to the kitchen.

You stand there, not knowing how to process what just happened, Jack’s grip on you as tight as ever. You look over to Ellen, who gives you a sympathetic look.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Deb sighs and shakes her head in amusement, completely oblivious to her daughter’s fake niceness and obvious flirting with Jack. “She’s something else, isn’t she? Such a little firecracker,” she reflects, nothing but adoration in her tone and on her face.

“Yeah, one that backfires into the innocent bystanders,” Quinn mumbles under his breath, earning a snort from Luke. Ellen shoots them a glare, darting her eyes towards Deb to see if she heard, but the older woman was still staring adoringly at her daughter in the kitchen through the glass doors.

Thirty minutes later, just like Jim announced, everyone was sat at the large outdoor table, food covering the large surface.

The food was amazing, the bowl of fruit from earlier long gone as you sat down to fill your plate, wanting seconds of almost everything.

“Jack, will you hand me the potato salad, I swear, I can’t get enough of it,” you ask your boyfriend who’s sitting to your right.

He reaches over and grabs the bowl, scooping a spoonful on to your plate for you. “That good? Or you want more?”

“No, that’s good. Gotta save room for dessert,” you tell him, picking up your fork to dig in.

Jack places his hand on your thigh, smiling over at the little happy dance you do when you scoop the potato salad into your mouth.

“Oh, I’m so full,” you hear Sarah say, raising her voice to make sure the whole table hears her. “I wish I could be like you, Y/N, I’d love to have seconds, but I just cannot hold another bite, I’m already so bloated as it is,” she places her hands over her stomach to emphasize. “You’re so lucky you’ve already snagged a man and don’t have to worry about watching what you eat anymore.”

You stop mid-chew, her words sinking in.

You look around the table, everyone looking at you. Deb and Ron are smiling at you, not at all reacting to their daughter’s words, likely not even understanding the connotation of what she just said. Ellen and Jim are looking at Sarah, their eyebrows raised in shock. Quinn is glaring at her while Luke’s mouth is dropped open.

Jack’s hand is digging into your thigh, his other hand closed, clenches in a tight fist on the tablet next to his glass of water.

You finish chewing your food and swallow thickly, placing your fork down and sliding your plate away from you.

“Oh, no, don’t stop on my account. I’d kill to be able to be as comfortable as you are. Not having to worry about impressing anyone anymore, just being able to know you’re loved, no matter what you look like,” she continues, taking a sip of her water to hide her smirk.

You bow your head, your face a shade of red you can physically feel, refusing to meet anyone’s eye.

Luke coughs, a faint “bitch” heard by your ears.

“Okay, I think it’s time we clear the table for dessert, shall we,” Ellen pipes up, her own smile strained.

“Great idea, let me help you,” Deb, either still oblivious or intentionally ignoring the hurtful nature of her daughter’s words, starts to stand.

“No, I got it,” Jack surprises you by standing, taking everyone’s plates and quickly stomping off of the porch.

You could feel the anger radiating off of him when Sarah was talking, probably choosing to leave the area before he said something he would regret.

“Here, let me help, too,” Sarah stands, taking a few food dishes in her hands and stepping inside behind Jack before anyone could protest.

The table is silent after she leaves. You sit there, debating on just sliding out of your seat and under the table, wanting to hide. Luke, who was sitting next to you, brings his hand over to rest on your shoulder, trying to provide some comfort.

You look over at him to see a concerned look as he mouths a silent “You okay?”, nodding your head yes, despite the heavy feeling in your stomach.

You look up again, straight at Sarah’s parents, wondering how they can be so ignorant about their daughter’s malicious words.

You meet Ellen’s eye, seeing a sad, pleading look, begging you to forgive her with her expression. You give her a small smile, shaking your head to tell her it’s alright.

Ron is the one to finally break the silence, looking around at everyone with a genuine smile, once again proving your suspicion they’re unaware of the shift in atmosphere.

“Ellen, please tell me you made your famous cheesecake. It’s been too long since I’ve had a slice,” he speaks, unable to read the room.

Ellen partakes in empty small talk with Deb and Ron about how she makes her cheesecake when you decided you need to go check on Jack.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go help Jack,” you say flatly, standing from your seat and all but running inside, the urge to walk over and shake the Lawsons while shouting “your daughter’s a bitch!” in their face your cue to leave the table.

You enter the kitchen, seeing the dishes both Sarah and Jack brought in littering the counter, but neither one of them was to be found in the spacious area.

You walk through the house, calling out Jack’s name softly as you pass the stairs, making your way to the small sitting room at the front of the house.

“Jack, I don’t get it. What does she have that I don’t? What about her makes her any better than me?” you hear the sound of Sarah’s voice coming from the foyer.

“What the hell do you mean? Everything! She has everything you don’t!” you hear Jack exclaim, stopping in your tracks.

Were they talking about you?

“Jack, we were good together! We had fun. I don’t understand why you ended things between us. Hell, I took a job in New York because you said you were probably going to New Jersey to play. We could have been the new it couple of New Jersey!” it was Sarah’s turn to raise her voice.

Jack shakes his head, a dry laugh making its way out of his mouth. “What part of I didn’t want to don’t you understand?” Jack spits out. “You had fun. You chose to move to New York. You thought were good together. There was never any we in any of that.”

You can practically see the veins popping out on Jack’s forehead through his tone, even though they were out of view.

“All you ever cared about when we were together was the fact that I was about to play professional hockey. You didn’t care about me, you just cared about what I could offer you!” he shouts again. “The fact you just admitted you cared more about being the “it” couple more than you cared about wanting to be with me proves it.”

“Well, sue me for wanting to live the life of the rich and famous,” Sarah says, scoffing.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about,” Jack huffs out. “Y/N doesn’t care about living the life of the rich and famous. She just wants me. She wants Jack, not ‘Jack Hughes, star forward, number one overall draft pick’,” he puts on his announcer voice.

“All my life, people have only ever cared about how well I played hockey. Every coach, every teammate, every girl. They all saw me as a hockey player. They wanted me on their team, or in their bed, because they wanted what came with me: attention and popularity,” Your heart breaks at Jack’s voice, never having heard him sound so deflated before.

“Hell, you introduced me to people as a future professional hockey player before you ever introduced me to them as your boyfriend,” he continues. “With Y/N, that’s far from the most interesting thing about me. When she first introduced me to her family, she told them I was her best friend’s brother,” he refers back to the first time you took him home to meet your family, the subject of hockey not coming up until your dad asked if he liked sports, only to berate him for not being a football player. Later that night he asked him how hockey worked. Your dad has never missed a Devils game since, either in person or on tv.

“Her favorite fun fact to tell people about me isn’t a stat, or how many hat tricks I’ve scored,” he keeps going. “It’s that I love to sing Shakira when I’m in the shower. Or that I’m the only other person other than her dad that has ever made her laugh so hard water has come out of her nose,” Jack lightly laughs.

“Hey, Y/N, everything okay-“ you hear Quinn’s voice rounding the corner.

Cutting him off with a “shhh” you place your finger on your mouth to tell him, and Luke who trails behind him, to be quiet, pointing to the sitting room where Jack and Sarah are arguing.

“So, yeah, I would say I’m sorry you didn’t get what you wanted out of me, but I’m not. I’m not sorry that I broke things off with you. I’m not sorry that I found someone that actually loves me for who I am. And I’m not sorry that I brought the woman that I plan on marrying here with me, and you just so happened to be here too,” Jack tells her, his voice still holding a slight trace of anger.

“I am sorry that I never told my parents what really went down between us, telling them we just agreed it would be too hard and we needed to go back to being friends, because maybe they wouldn’t have invited you over tonight. I am sorry that I didn’t take Y/N out for dinner, trying to avoid what’s happening right now. I am sorry that you can’t begin to fathom someone can see through your forced smiles and backhanded comments, seeing how cold and rotten you really are on the inside. And I am sorry that your poor, sweet parents were given such a malicious bitch as a daughter,” He finishes.

“You know, my mom said Ellen told her you showed her a ring, but I thought it was just a gift. You’re really going to propose to her?” Sarah asks, annoyance clear in her voice, spitting out her last word with unmistakeable disgust.

“Of course it’s true. Bought the ring months ago, been carrying it around with me every since. Showed mom the night she met her, told her I was serious about her and that she’s the one. I think part of me knew that from the moment I met her,” you hear Jack say, hearing the tenderness in his voice when the subject turns to you.

Your head whips over to Luke and Quinn, your eyes wide and your mouth handing open. The panicked look on their faces is all the confirmation you need to know that you heard Jack right. He bought you a ring. He bought you a ring and showed his mom. He bought you a ring and showed his mom and was going to propose to you.

Before you know what you’re doing, your body is leading you to the entryway where your boyfriend is arguing with his ex-girlfriend.

“Y/N, no, wait,” Quinn tries to stop you, but it’s too late.

“You bought me a ring?” you ask as you enter the room, seeing Jack and Sarah standing several feet apart from each other.

“Oh, great, the woman of the hour,” Sarah rolls her eyes at you, throwing her arms up and letting them fall to her side.

You shoot her a glare, not at all concerned about her comments from earlier anymore.

You turn your head to Jack, who’s face looked as panicked at Luke and Quinn’s.

“Jack, you said you bought me a ring. Is that true?” you ask him, begging him to answer you.

Jack gulps, nodding his head yes.

“Right…” is all you can say, trying to digest what’s happening.

You look back and forth between Jack and Sarah, your gaze finally landing on the unimpressed one of Sarah.

“Listen, I don’t care what happened between you and Jack however many years ago, but I don’t appreciate you coming to his family’s house and acting like a nasty bitch to me because you got dumped and I’m the one getting the ring,” you tell her, earning a shocked scoff from her. “So, if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you took your nasty attitude and sad insecurities out of this house and elsewhere. I have something I need to discuss with the man that chose me .”

You hear the faint snorts of Quinn and Luke behind you, while Jack’s face moves from panicked to shocked as he looks between the two of you.

“God, you don’t have to ask me twice. All of this melodrama is giving me a headache. You’re not worth this. I can get any guy from the Knicks roster, I don’t need to waste my time on hockey players anymore,” Sarah says before she storms out of the room.

You watch her go, giving her a sweet smile and a wave on her way out.

“That was…the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” Jack tells you, walking over to where you stood.

You roll your eyes at him, hitting him in the chest once he gets close enough to you.

“Ow! What was that for?” Jack asks you, rubbing where you thumped him

“For not telling me that Sarah was your ex-girlfriend when I was telling you how excited I was to meet her earlier” you exclaim while looking up at him, poking him in the chest with each word

“I didn’t want you to feel like you had anything to be worried about and get even more in your head about this dinner,” he tells you, grabbing your finger and pushing your hand down to your side.

“Yeah, well a lot of good that did,” you roll your eyes, bringing your hand up to softly smack his chest again.

“God, woman, stop hitting me!” Jack yelps again. “What the hell was that one for?”

“For buying me a ring only a few months into our relationship! And then for not telling me you were going to propose, you idiot!” you exclaim, throwing your arms around.

“Well, I don’t know if you know this or not, but most proposals are usually a surprise,” he tells you, grabbing your arms and holding them apart, preventing you from hitting him again.

“Still. Why would you buy it so soon into us dating, Jack? What if you ended up hating me once we hit six months, or you found out I snored and decided you didn’t want to share a bed with me for the rest of your life?” you ask him, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.

“I knew that you were it from the moment I met you. There’s absolutely no chance of me ever getting sick of you, or hating you,” Jack tells you honestly, the intensity behind his eyes causing you to believe his words. “Also, you do snore, and I think it’s cute, don’t worry.”

You try to hit his chest again, but your arms are still being held by his hands.

“So, is this a good time for me to say I never really liked Sarah,” Luke chimes in, reminding you that him and Quinn are standing in the entrance of the room.

“Luke, you’re such an idiot,” Quinn tells him, flicking him on the back of his curly head.

“What? It’s true. I liked Y/N the second I met her, but Sarah was always just a bitch,” Luke rubs the back of his head as he speaks. “Why do you think Quinn and I took one for the team and took the wicked witch out on the boat so we could keep her out of your hair for as long as possible?”

“Thanks, Luke,” you chuckle, shaking your head.

“Well, I guess it’s time to tell mom that she knows you’re proposing,” Quinn says, looking towards Jack.

“Oh, no, no one is going to know that she knows. I had this whole thing planned out, and I’m not letting Y/N ruin her own proposal,” Jack says, finally letting go of your hands.

“Do I at least get to see the ring?” you ask him, hopeful.

“Nope,” Jack shakes his head, popping the ‘p’.

You huff, crossing your arms and looking at him with a pout, until you remember his words from a few minutes before.

“Wait, you told Sarah you carry the ring with you everywhere, does that mean it’s here? In this house?” Jack’s face falls, eyes looking anywhere but your own.

“No…”

Your face lights up, looking towards the stairs before back at Jack, turning and making a run for your room.

“Oh no, you don’t!” he runs after you, catching up to you in no time.

He grabs you by your torso and swings you around, sitting you back at the bottom of the stairs as he guards them.

“Not fair, your stupid hockey speed and reflexes can shove it,” you pout again.

As you stand at the bottom of the stairs, Quinn and Luke watch the two of you, admiring how perfect the two of you are for each other.

Luke thinks back to when he decided to introduce you to his older brother, knowing he made the right decision, the two of you bringing out the best versions of the other.

And when he stands, hidden with his family as he watches his brother get down on one knee, proposing to the girl that stood at the bottom of the stairs, demanding to see her ring, he knew sneaking into Jack’s room and moving the ring to his own room was the right move, the shock on your face worth the two week long silent treatment you gave him when you found out what he had done.

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Can you write a full length fic of boyfriends!sanhwa reminding the reader who she belong to after someone tried to flirt with her at party and she was too oblivious to understand and went with it?

Can you include overstim and them having the reader on their lap. And a bit of size kink on sanhwa's part.

Do not include: mxm, misogynistic terms like whore and slut.

too sweet

san & seonghwa x fem!reader

words: 1k

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warnings: overstim, punishment, soft doms!sanhwa, kind of innocent!reader, reader is smaller than sanhwa, big size kink (you’re referred to as small, tiny, little etc)

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“Do you understand now?”

Seonghwa’s voice is low and teasing in your ear, making you squirm in his hold; he has you on his lap, your legs spread apart and held in position by his own strong thighs. His arms are wrapped around your torso, stroking your flushed skin as you sob through another orgasm.

You don’t know how many you’ve had now, nor how many you’re yet to endure; San’s fingers pump in and out of your pussy relentlessly, his other hand holding a vibrator firmly against your swollen clit. You writhe pathetically in Seonghwa’s arms but you all know it’s pointless; they could overpower you in your sleep, and when they’re this determined to teach you a lesson, there’s nothing you can do but take it.

“Yes, Hwa,” you hiccup. Your voice is tiny and pathetic, hoarse from screaming and begging for God knows how long. “Hwa, m’ sorry, please.”

He laughs softly into your skin, lips trailing across your neck. “Oh I know, honey,” he coos. “It must hurt so much, huh?” His voice drips with condescension and you know he doesn’t actually care if it hurts; he wants it to hurt, wants you so drunk on pleasure that you can’t think of anything except them, their hands, and how sorry you are for being so bad.

And you were really, really bad—or so they said. You don’t think it’s fair, honestly, to be punished for something you didn’t even know you were doing, but you’re not silly enough to protest; Seonghwa in particular hates when you try to weasel out of a punishment, sees it as the ultimate form of disobedience—so trying to talk yourself out of this would only have made it worse. For the nth time tonight your safeword dances on your tongue but you have no intention of using it. They know as well as you do that you absolutely adore being used like this.

Still, it would be better if this wasn’t happening as a punishment; then you’d be able to ask San to take it slower, or to pull his fingers out and fuck you instead. But if that’s what you wanted, then maybe you should have been more careful.

They knew they shouldn’t have taken you to that party. A company event filled with other artists and staff, it was all too easy to lose you in the crowd; you were smaller than most of the people, a social butterfly, and endlessly optimistic of people’s intentions. For just ten seconds San had looked away from you to chat with one of his stylists—but that was all the time it took for you to slip away.

It was Seonghwa that found you chatting happily with one of the choreographers. To be fair to the guy, he was new and didn’t know the nature of your relationship to them yet; but that didn’t make the sight of him leaning against the wall with his hand on your arm any more pleasant. And you, sweet thing that you were, had no idea what he was doing.

He got you out of there quickly, both of your boyfriends bundling you into the car despite your protests; Seonghwa nearly broke the speed limit trying to get you home before he snapped and took you right there on the motorway.

You’re just too sweet for your own good. And the noises you make as you approach another orgasm certainly are.

You can’t bear to look at San anymore; the focus on his face and the bulging muscles of his arms as he works you open are only turning you on more, so you bury your face in Seonghwa’s neck, crying pitifully into his hair. You shudder through your next orgasm, barely in control of your limbs anymore and San kisses your cream-covered thighs. “Pretty girl,” he croons. “Naughty girl.”

“M’ sorry,” you whine. “Sannie, please, I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” Seonghwa says with a sweet smile. “You’re gonna, baby.”

San hums in agreement as he resumes his assault on your aching cunt. “Such a pretty pussy,” he purrs. “So tiny for us. Only for us, right?”

“Y-yeah,” you whisper. “Only for— only for you. Only for Sannie and Hwa.”

“Good girl,” Seonghwa says. “Such a sweetheart, learning her lesson so well. Isn’t she, Sannie?”

“She is, yeah. One more orgasm, baby, then I’ll fuck you, alright?”

You nod dizzily, barely aware of what’s going on; just as your last orgasm approaches, San pulls the vibrator away and attaches his mouth to your clit, sucking harshly at it and it’s all takes for you to come crashing over the edge, releasing onto his face. He comes up with a grin, mouth and chin wet with your juices as he pulls you out to Seonghwa’s arms and into his own. He pushes you down on the sheets, hovering over you. “Hi, tiny,” he smiles. “Want me in your pussy?”

“Yes,” you say breathlessly. “And— and Hwa?”

San’s smile widens and you hear Seonghwa laugh from next to you. “Silly girl,” he says. “How am I gonna fit in there with Sannie? You’re too little, baby, we’d tear you open.”

“Don’t care,” you say. Your voice is stubborn and San pinches your thigh in warning.

“Be good,” he mumbles. “Hwa’s right, honey. We’re too big to fit in that little pussy. But if you ask him nicely I’m sure he’ll fuck your mouth, right?”

“Right.” Seonghwa grabs your chin gently, turning your head to face him where he’s kneeling at the side of the bed. His eyes are soft and impossibly aroused as he looks you up and down. “Want me in your mouth, pretty?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Please.”

“That’s not enough.” There’s a stern edge to his voice now that makes you shrink into yourself a little and his lips quirk amusedly when he notices. “You were really, really naughty tonight, baby. If you want me in your mouth you’re gonna have to beg for it, aren’t you?”

“Please,” you say. “Please, Hwa, I need— I’ll be so good. I won’t be bad again, I won’t let anyone flirt with me again, I swear I learnt my lesson, pl—”

“Sh, sh,” San soothes you with a chuckle, rubbing your pussy gently; the wet sounds make you blush. “We know, baby, good girl. Always so good.”

“You are,” Seonghwa smiles.

As you feel San start to push into you you feel the bed dip under Seonghwa’s weight as he climbs onto it. His dick is already leaking when he presses it against your lips.

“Open up, baby.”

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in the morning light

[part 2 here]

synopsis - what it's like sharing a bed with them

includes - aventurine, gallagher, sunday, robin, boothill

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, i have no clue what im doing, might be ooc, wc - 1.2k

a/n: i have absolutely no clue what this is... im trying to write requests but i feel weirdly rusty and so i needed to do something random and well... this is it i guess?

aventurine ★↷

↪he has settled for a very long time to have bare minimum as his bed, practically nothing in some cases, and so now he over indulges himself. we've all seen the official art and the animation, he has one of the comfiest beds known.

↪anything you need, he's got it for you no questions asked or thought about. he does care quite abit about how he presents himself so he has quite the nightly routine but it's not that extensive, so if you wish to do yours alongside he wouldn't mind one bit.

↪naturally a light sleeper - the slightest sound or movement can wake him. aventurine is also quite prone to frequent nightmares which cause him to wake up in a cold sweat everytime. he doesn't wish to burden you however and so he tries to keep his movements to a minimum when your beside him.

↪he doesn't say anything but he always loves it when you wrap your arms around him and let him rest his head on your chest. it's very comforting to him. he feels safe in your arms and listening to your heartbeat brings him that reassurance that you are real and there for him.

↪unfortunately due to his work he can get very early morning calls which cause him to wake up early and begrudgingly leave you behind - he'd never wake you but places a kiss on your forehead before leaving. however if he has the day off, he becomes extremely clingly and refuses to move and further intertwines his body with yours.

gallagher ★↷

↪as a bloodhound, he doesn't normally stay the whole night as he might be called out to deal with whatever problem penacony has then. this can feed into a reluctance to join you in bed as he knows he wouldn't be able to leave if he did so.

↪he isn't one that cared about comfort or a good night sleep, so his bed was always bare minimum with one or two pillows and a blanket. although if you're one for more than he wouldn't mind buying anything you wanted to add.

↪doesn't really have a bedtime routine. most of the time he gets straight home from work and is very content to just collapse onto the bed beside you without even changing. most of his routine is spent in the morning trying to make himself look a bit more presentable for the day - he is very prone to drastic bed hair.

↪if he knows he wont be called out or has the next day off, he will happily join you in bed and becomes dead to the world. can be a very heavy sleeper if he knows he can allow himself to be.

↪gallagher can also be extremely clingy - on purpose. he enjoys holding you in his arms knowing that he can protect you and keep you close. so good luck if you have places to be because gallagher will have you in a tight bear hug which he won't let up any time soon.

sunday ★↷

↪he is normally very busy as the head of the oak family but he knows how important it is to keep up with things like sleeping to be able to actually function, so he tries his hardest but does has a tendency to put work first.

↪that being said, he does have a very high standard when it comes to his actual bed - he's sort of a mix because he likes having the comfiest things but he wouldn't complain otherwise. therefore he can be very accommodating to your needs.

↪he cares about his public appearance very much and so he has a very quick but efficient nightime and morning routine, he doesn't like spending time on such trivial matters but he needs to look pristine. sometimes if you're lucky enough you can see his wings looking very disheveled in the morning.

↪he probably didn't like the idea of sharing a bed to start with but he'd warm up to the idea much further into the relationship. although he isn't exactly one for cuddles, he much prefers that you have your own seperate sides of the bed - he'd be rather insistent on having his space.

↪sometimes you'd forget he's sleeping beside you. he barely moves at all and stays way too still to the point that you get a little weirded out, the only sign that he's still loving is the occasional flutter of his wings.

↪gets up super early. like way too early but he doesn't press you to get up at the same time unless you have somewhere to be. even if he doesn't have anywhere to be he gets up early because it's a habit for him.

robin ★↷

↪she can be equally as busy as her brother but most of the time she'd love nothing more than to end her day cuddled up beside you - her daily schedule can be much more accommodating to having a healthy sleep schedule.

↪as a very popular singer, she does need to keep up her appearance and so she has a very extensive and detailed nightime routine that she doesn't mind you joing her for if you wished. same goes for her morning routine.

↪robin is quite used to having many things and that translates into her bed as it has very fluffy blankets and lots of pillows. although she doesn't mind changing a few things if that isn't exactly your style.

↪a surprisingly light sleeper but she can move around quite a bit in her sleep. not exactly drastic movements but more small scale actions to readjust herself very often. she can be a massive cuddle bug so sometimes she does accidentally move you around with her.

boothill ★↷

↪chasing one bounty after another doesn't leave much room for somebody to lay low and have a proper rest. being a cyborg doesn't really help that case either as he doesn't exactly need to sleep to function - does he even need to recharge?

↪boothill really only started caring about sleep or 'recharging' when you came along. that being said, he doesn't exactly have a permanent place to stay so you might have to accommodate a cyborg into your room - but he is very adaptable and respectful of your space.

↪it becomes a moment for you two just to relax and unwind, he no longer has to worry about anything and can spend his time holding you. he probably can 'sleep' as a way to recharge but he becomes like a log and doesn't move at all until he's ready to go.

↪he does have a love hate relationship with having care routines, i do believe that he probably values his hair alot as it's the only remaining part of him from his life as a human but other than that he only looks after the rest of himself to make sure he doesn't malfunction.

↪he doesn't dare wake you unless you've specifically asked him too. so sometimes you may wake up to see him staring at you but you would learn to deal with that...

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Note: Just wanted to make sure you guys understood something about Blythe, your daughter. I have her speaking “incorrectly” on purpose because she’s just a little baby. I didn’t want anyone to be confused. And please, please, I strongly advise listening to the song (only if you’re able to, of course) because it’s SO you and Caleb in the end and it makes it even more immersive when you think about the feelings. As you read, it’ll be there to play during the part I felt it fit best.

Creds to @/roseraris for the dividers!

Part One • Part Three • Part Four

Warnings: None. A little angsty toward the end. Not proofread, but I’ll get around to it.

Word Count: 4,241 (I’M SORRY)

Summary: Part two of Ex-Husband!Caleb

Ex-Husband!Caleb/Reader ~ Part 2

You have a big day ahead of you. Between all the chores you have lined up and your son’s basketball game after school, you don’t anticipate having a second to sit down and relax. But when it comes to your kids, doing things for them and being there for their achievements is what keeps you going.

After that night with Caleb, the dynamic between you two had already begun shifting. Instead of only contacting you when he’s on his way to get the kids, when he’s dropping them off, and when he’s added money to your account, he now messages you every morning to tell you to have a good day and sometimes including how glad he is that you’re giving him a second chance.

It was shortly after New Year’s when you called him to give him your answer—that you were willing to try again when he expressed how much he wanted you back. He nearly left his job to come see you in person, but when you told him that it was good to try and take things slow, he reluctantly accepted that. He didn’t want slow, but he wouldn’t scare you off. If baby steps is what you want, then that’s what he’ll do.

The first thing on your to-do list is grocery shopping. Jonah and Blythe are already at school—courtesy to Caleb—and that gave you time to actually get more sleep and have some grace to doll yourself up today. As you applied some lip gloss, your phone dinged.

Caleb: Hey. You free today?

Your eyes widened. Yet, you couldn’t help but smile like an idiot, but it didn’t last long when the reality set in of what you had to do.

You: I’m not, actually. I’m sorry. I have to get some shopping done, I have a nail appointment, and Jonah’s game later.

Caleb: Don’t apologize. I would like to join you, for everything. If that’s okay.

You: Oh.

You: Well, if you’re up for it, I don’t mind.

Caleb: Perfect :) What time did you plan on leaving?

You: In about ten minutes.

Caleb: I’ll be there in five. See you soon.

You officially felt like a lovesick school girl. It’s because the emotions and feelings for Caleb never left that you’re experiencing this already, but it still feels so surreal.

You make haste to perfect your hair and your clothing, opting for something comfortable. White long sleeve top and some dark blue jeans with sneakers—classic and simple, yet cute and admittedly, one of Caleb’s favorite outfits on you.

He was a minute early in his arrival and you were ready in shorter time too, but you didn’t want to look desperate, so you waited an extra few minutes. He’d never know that you were waiting by the door so that you could leave when the short timer on your phone went off.

When you stepped outside, Caleb was leaning on the passenger side of his sleek black car, scrolling on his phone. Once he heard the door shut, he looked up with a beaming smile. The man was so happy to be with you right now.

You softly reciprocate, offering him a shy one and a wave the closer you got. “Hey, good to see you,” you greet.

“It’s good to see you, too. You look great.” His eyes scan over you swiftly and you couldn’t help but wish he did it for much longer. You also notice that you two were basically twinning. He’s sporting an almost carbon copy of your outfit, only he’s wearing his jean jacket and yours is slung over your arm.

“Why, thank you,” you playfully curtsey. He chuckles, getting off the car to step a little closer, but making sure to keep what he believes you would see as appropriate distance. He tucks his hands into his pockets.

“I’m taking you everywhere you need to go. Just tell me and we’ll be on our way.”

You nod, sliding into the car after he held the door open for you. As you watch him round the front to get into the drivers seat, you inhale deeply. There’s that mix of his signature cologne and the pine car freshener that has always made your skin prickle with goosebumps, and you’re not surprised that it has the same effect on you now.

As you make your way to the supermarket, you’re thankful for the radio playing music to ease the unintentional silence between you and Caleb. You wondered, should I start some conversation? Should I say thank you for the millionth time? Should I—

“I’m excited for Jonah’s game,” he interrupts—thankfully—your frantic thoughts, turning the volume down so you can hear him. “Been a while.”

You look over, entranced by his strong hand and its veins as he maneuvers the vehicle with ease. Shaking yourself out of it, you finally speak.

“I am, too. He’s been waiting for you to come to another one. He’ll be so happy to see you there.”

The last time Caleb was able to attend one of your son’s games was over six months ago. Even if he didn’t tell you, you knew why—work. But he always made it up to Jonah, taking him out to buy new things and or food to celebrate. Although you wished he would’ve just been there, you’ve experienced enough to know that life doesn’t always allow you to have the things you want. You’ve learned that things don’t always work out how you anticipated.

“I bet he’s gotten really good.”

“For an eight year old, he’s a beast,” you laugh, thinking about all the times your little boy would fly across the court like he owned it. Jonah has always showed a great love for the sport of basketball, so when his school offered a team for the younger kids, you didn’t hesitate to sign him up. While he’s only been playing for a little over a year, he’s made such good friends and memories, showing such great talent that you were so proud him for.

His determination to improve, to become the best, it all reminded you of Caleb.

Once you’re in the store, Caleb offers to push the cart while you fill it to your heart’s content. Of course, he’s paying for it—no if, ands, or buts about it. The domesticity of the experience and the causal conversation flows naturally between you both.

It makes him think of how you used to do things like this together before he screwed up. But it’s showing him what he’ll gain it back if he gets it right this time.

“Remember how much you used to love the roast I made?” You point to the one in the freezer as you walk by. After the divorce, you couldn’t bring yourself to cook the dish again. Too many memories, good and bad. All the times he kissed you so hard when he came home because he was so excited. And all the times you had to eat it alone because he didn’t come home in time.

“Used to? I still love it. If you ever cook for me again, that’s the first thing on the wishlist.” He groans dramatically, but with your back to him, you smile sadly at that. You used to love his reactions to your cooking, to your attempts at dishes he’s created and made for you himself. You haven’t been able to have that in a long time. You miss it.

“We’ll see,” you tease, knowing that not if—when you cook for him again because another failure between you is not an option, you’re going to make it the best damn roast he’s ever had.

After you checkout, he drives you to the house to drop everything off. Then, when he told you he didn’t mind helping you put everything away if you felt comfortable with him coming in, you didn’t know why it almost made your knees buckle. But what made your heart sting?

It was when you gave him the okay and he was putting everything away in all the places he remembers where you stored certain items, even down to the order in which you did it. Seeing him move with such familiarity nearly brought you to tears. It reminds you that there was a time where this was his home, that this is what life looked like for you before you lost the man standing in the kitchen of the home he bought for your family.

“Alright, your nail appointment is next, right?” he huffs out a breath after putting all the bags into one.

“You don’t have to come with me for that. You already know how long that can take.”

The corner of his mouth tilts up and your body shudders when his hand comes up, his finger gliding against your skin to brush some hair away from your cheek. “I intend to get as much time with you as you’ll let me until I get our first date together. Is that alright with you?”

“First date..?” you question breathlessly as you stare up and into his eyes.

“Earning you back isn’t just about putting another ring on your finger or telling you I do again. I have to make sure you know your worth and how much I’m willing to do for you because you deserve to know how special you are. I’m doing what I should’ve continued to instead of letting the rift form between us because of my faults.”

“Caleb…I don’t know what to say,” you admit.

“You don’t have to. Just let me do all the work.” Your eyes dance across his face and the urge to kiss him again is so strong. He feels it too, it’s why his thumb brushes across your bottom lip.

Self control, you remind yourself.

You lower your head and his hand falls back down, taking the hint. You think back on his words. “You intend to marry me again?”

“There’s a lot I intend to do with you. Some old, some new. All of it—us.”

“You’re so corny,” you blush and shove his arm. “Let’s go, we’ve got 20 minutes.”

Caleb loved being in the nail salon. Correction, he loved being with you at the nail salon.

Seeing you do the things that make you feel pretty, how you pick out what you like, and pridefully being able to swipe his card to pay for it all? He was more than willing to make sure it was a privilege you always had.

Everyone was shocked to see Caleb with you when you came in. You’re fairly close to the women who work in and run the salon, so you did tell them about the divorce when it happened. The look on your favorite technician’s face when she saw Caleb walk up to you with the book that had all the colors made you have to suppress a laugh. All she wanted to do was step on your toe because she couldn’t ask you questions when he was here.

Caleb had waited patiently, even coming up to you and showing some designs he figured you might like. He’s always been involved about things that revolve around you, no matter what it is and no matter who he is to you.

And because he was paying for it—not because you wanted to make him smile or anything—you went with one of his favorites picks. He already knew before this, but it was that moment when he saw your nails that he knew there will never be an ending for either of you because forever is your only option.

About an hour and a half later, fortunately time had been on your side when you were done because it was only ten minutes until your daughter Blythe, needed to be picked up from school. Passing all the other parents waiting for their children, you stood next to Caleb as all the kids filed out of the building with their teachers.

Blythe saw you first, her apple cheeks round and raised to show her happiness. But she became the epitome of joy when her eyes landed on her dad.

“Daddy?” Her little eyes grew like large orbs. Once her teacher noticed you, she nodded and let Blythe go. Her hair bounced with each grand step she took on her run into his arms. The excited six year old girl nearly knocked him to the ground when she wrapped her little arms around his neck.

“Hey, baby girl,” he cooed, kissing her head. “You ready to go see Jonah?”

She quickly separated from her father to hug your legs while Caleb peeled her bright pink backpack to sling over his shoulder. She nodded enthusiastically, having you and Caleb hold her hands as you made your way to the gymnasium in the back of the school for your son’s game.

Your kids go to the same school and since Jonah’s on the team, his coach picks the kids up from their classes at the end of the day to get them ready to play on game nights.

“Mommy, can daddy spend night againnnnn?” she begs. Caleb looks at you and you shake your head at his goofy smile. But like a saint, he answers for you to break the news a little easier.

“I can’t, princess. But I promise to make sure you have something yummy before I leave. Sounds like a plan?”

She frowns, but ultimately accepts defeat and nods her head twice. You see all the parents coming for the game flock into the gym and you follow suit, holding the door for whoever is behind you as the familiar smell welcomes you. Caleb holds Blythe in his arms to keep her close and safe, warming your heart when she rests her head on his shoulder.

As you enter and get ready to follow them, a hand is on your shoulder. You turn to see Carson.

“Oh, hi!” you smile at him. Carson is a single dad and his son is new to the school. He moved into town a few months ago and gravitated toward your kindness when he sought help after being confused about how he should handle the game schedule. You made him feel at ease with your support and understanding and so at every game, he sat with you. Caleb hasn’t been to one in so long that he didn’t even know this was happening.

“Hey.” His dark green eyes crinkle in the corners. “Where’s Blythe?”

You always brought your daughter with you, so you’re not surprised about his question. “She’s with her father,” you confirm. “Up on the bleachers.”

Carson’s eyebrows furrow and his head tilts, looking up to find little Blythe in who he assumes to be her dad’s lap. And Caleb’s eyes were already on you before he even found him. Caleb, to say the least, was irritated. Today was about you and him, about you and his family. He didn’t know what was being said because of all the boisterous chatting, but he knew he didn’t like the familiarity. The way you laughed, the way the man looks at you.

Caleb knows that look, he’s had that look in his eyes since he first laid eyes on you. Infatuation. And that was a look only reserved for him.

“I didn’t know you guys were…together,” Carson says with a confusion. “I’ve never seen him at a game.”

“We’re…not.” You don’t need to explain your situation to him or Caleb’s absence, but you felt like you needed to for some reason. Still, you kept it to yourself.

Before you can say anything else, a hand is on your waist and a kiss is pressed to your temple. You feel Caleb’s thumb rub against your shirt, the gesture tender and beyond what two people who are supposed to be separated, should be doing. Carson looks down at the same time you do, but his jaw clenches when he looks back up and behind your head.

“Blythe is calling for you,” Caleb whispers in your ear.

Now, your ex-husband doing something like this used to always make your body hot. The way he’d stake his ownership and claim over you. But because of your circumstances at the moment, he didn’t have the right to do any of it. Especially not in front of Carson.

“I’m sorry, Carson. I’ll see you around, okay? We’ll talk soon.”

He’s quick to leave, and you snap your head to Caleb. “What the hell is your problem?”

He just looks at you as if he’s done nothing. “I don’t have a problem. Not anymore, at least.” His eyes narrow. “You and him got something going on that I should know about?”

You’re ready to cuss him out. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“I’m not trying to start anything. Just wanted to know since we’re supposed to be working things out.”

You take a deep breath, refusing to cause a scene because of his fucking audacity. Caleb’s jealousy had its pros and cons and right now, the cons were outweighing all of it. That’s what you try convincing yourself.

You push past him and your mood is soured for most of the game. And so was Caleb’s. The day was going so good, everything felt like maybe trying again really isn’t a bad idea, only for him to do something that made you believe you should rethink. This incident wasn’t isolated, he’s done things like this before. Sometimes worse. But you stuck with him because you loved him, because you know he just loved you so much that it consumed him. He just hated when anyone had the nerve to show any signs of the same thing.

And now that you aren’t together, despite “trying to work things out” as he put it, you wondered if you should tell him you need more time.

You tried to engross yourself into Jonah’s plays, watching your son with pride. Seeing all the little ones take this so seriously was always fun to watch. It seemed that Caleb got into the groove as well, standing with Blythe and cheering loudly for Jonah’s victories.

When Jonah’s game was finished, he didn’t hug his team after they won. He didn’t jump for joy as he made the final basket. Instead, he ran with tears in his eyes, up the bleachers and to his dad. He jumped into his arms, silently weeping as everyone clapped at the sentimental scene.

“Hey, little man,” Caleb soothed, his voice nearly breaking. “I’m so sorry it took me so long to see you play again. But I promise, I’m gonna be around more.”

Jonah just nodded as his father squeezed him. Blythe couldn’t help but join the hug and you were brought to tears witnessing the moment. After Jonah finally separated from him, he hugged you and his little sister before running back down for his team to be formally announced victorious.

He and Caleb, along with several comments from Blythe, conversed all the way to the car about everything their little hearts could think about. And Caleb refused to let you dwindle behind, so he made sure Jonah held your hand while he carried Blythe. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself how completed you felt, despite the uneasiness in your chest.

“Dad, did you see when I passed the ball?!” Jonah said in the backseat once you were all buckled in the car and on your way. Caleb got the kids some pizza slices, but you told him you didn’t want anything for yourself. He got you something anyways, but noticed how you distanced yourself from him. And he fucking hated it.

“I did,” Caleb encourages. “Mommy told me you were getting good. I can’t wait to see more.”

“I can pass ball, too!” Blythe yelled, just wanting to be included. But you were so in your thoughts, you couldn’t bring yourself to chime in.

After he got you all home, you told the kids to head inside and to wait for you in the living room since Caleb said he wanted to talk when he parked. He gave them big hugs, wishing them a goodnight before they scurried inside, ready to eat.

“You’re mad at me,” he says simply when you leave the door cracked to keep an eye on them.

“You can’t just do things like that because you’re jealous, Caleb. That used to work when I had your ring on my finger, it doesn’t now. He was just being friendly and you had to touch me? Kiss me?”

“What, I can’t touch you now? You didn’t say anything when we kissed on Christmas Eve,” he scoffs.

“That was different and you know it,” you retort. “You can’t touch me like that. Not when I just said that we weren’t together only moments before and then suddenly you’re all up on me, making me look like a liar.”

He lowers his head, pressing his lips together. “How was I supposed to know that? Besides, you should know me well enough to get that I wouldn’t even have cared had I did. I don’t care what anyone may perceive and I don’t regret it. He wants you, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“As of right now, that’s not your problem. And I know you don’t.”

“Like hell it isn’t my problem—”

“Watch your mouth when you talk to me,” you check him and he shuts up because he knows you’re right. He’d beat his own ass about it, if he could.

“Look, I don’t want to leave with you being upset. I promised to do better, I know. But I’m losing my mind,” he voiced your name like it pained him to say it without his last name attached to it. “Seeing him talk to you so freely, making you laugh like I used to be able to, it bothered me.”

“All I want to do is kiss you. I want to skip all this, if I’m being honest with you. There’s no one else for me, I already told you. Because I know that, trying to act like I’d be okay with you telling me you need more time or more space, it’s something I’m incapable of. So when I saw how you tried to cower from me, I couldn’t leave unless we spoke.”

“You promised that we’d take it slow,” you shake your head.

“Because it’s what you want!” He closes his eyes, reminding himself to calm down. “I don’t even deserve the opportunity to stand in front of you right now, but you’ve given it to me, you’ve given me the chance to make this right, to make us one again. What was it? The kiss, My hand on your waist? I’d do it again, that’s how much I don’t play about you, baby.”

“I want to get the kids ready for the night,” you dismiss. But he’s not allowing it.

“No,” he braces his hands on the door beside your head. “Tell me you’re not going to pull some shit on me to create distance. Tell me…I can’t go to sleep not knowing.”

“I’m not going to run, Caleb,” you say gently. He looks into your eyes with hope. For a moment, there’s an internal battle in your head. Should I tell him the truth? What I really felt?

“Let me know what you’re thinking,” he pleads. He’s always been able to read you effortlessly. “Please don’t shut me out. Work with me.”

“I wasn’t mad at you…” you push out, your heart thumping erratically in your chest. “I was mad at myself.”

“I don’t want slow either, but we shouldn’t rush it if we want it to be right… I was mad that when you touched me, when you kissed me, I felt like yours again. I felt like everything that happened, never did. And it scared me because I felt weak. I felt like I’m not able to stand on my own.” He listens without interruption. “But I don’t want to do it on my own.”

“I’m supposed to be upset, I’m supposed to have boundaries, I’m supposed to not want you so easily after what you put me through! All the times I was lonely in my pregnancies, all the times I went without seeing you, I should be so livid with you. And yet, even when I signed those papers…All I wanted was you. I love you so much that I hate myself for it.”

“Oh, baby…” he says breathlessly, sadness, love, hurt, and wanting taking over his face all at once. “Let me come in,” he kisses your neck, making you press into him. “Let me make you feel better. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

You shake your head, pressing your hands to his chest. “I can’t. I said I wouldn’t run, but I can’t cave so easily. Not yet..”

He respects that and you enough to pull back. “Okay. I won’t push. We’ll get through this. We’re gonna get it right. I’m gonna get it right. You won’t have to do anything by yourself, I promise you that.”

You smile sadly. “Goodnight, Caleb.”

“Goodnight, pretty,” he kisses your nose. “And…I love you, too.”

With a heavy heart, you don’t look back and walk inside. For your babies, you bear a faux grin but you know when you get into bed tonight, all you’ll think about is him All your body will think about is him. But you can’t deny the fact that this is the most you’ve felt in a long time. And it scares you beyond belief.

A/N: Okay, WHAT ARE WE THINKING?!?! IS IT GIVING SLOW BURN!!?! LOLLL IDKY I AM SO NERVOUS ABOUT THIS!!

@mcdepressed290 @calebapplepie @xcelfer

Part One • Part Three • Part Four

[bloomness]

⋆˚࿔ capes and crayons

turns out the mha boys make pretty good fathers.

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: f!reader, established relationship, fluff, pet names, kids LOL

authors note: i missed writing these

word count: around 450-570 for each

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

“i love you.” your husband whispered, placing a kiss on your neck. it was nothing sexual, rather something similar to a relevant secret shared through the wind’s breeze. 

you giggled, hands combing through his hair as his breath ghosted over your skin. it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to wake up this way. your husband lips on your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear in a way that recharged you more than eight hours of sleep could.  

“can’t we just stay like this all day?” he muttered. his grip on your hips tightened as he leaned closer to your body. you could feel the smile on his lips against the crook of your neck. 

you ruffled his rose dyed hair and sighed, “eiji, baby, you know we can’t. the gir—”

and like most mornings, your moment of bliss was cut short. “MOMMY! DADDY!” a shrieking voice exclaimed from the near distance. 

eijiro peaked up at you and you shot him a knowing look back. 

before either of you had time to move your bedroom door creaked open and in came mei and hana; your four and seven year old daughters. 

“DADDY!” mei, the younger of the two, ran up to the edge your queen bed, hands splayed over your covers as she attempted to lift herself up. 

eijiro peeked himself from you and sat up. he immediately picked her up, large hands on either side of her torso as he lifted her high. “good morning my beautiful girls!” mei giggled as eijiro brought her close, drowning her face in affectionate kisses.

hana followed close behind her, arms crossed as she found a spot on your side of the bed. “were you guys kissing?” she asked, face displaying a not-so-pleasant expression.

your eyes widened momentarily before you hooked your arm around hana’s and pulled her close. “what? of course not.” you laid a firm, cradling hand on the back of her head and tilted her head down, placed a sweet kiss on the crown of her head. “how’d you two sleep?” you redirected the conversation, giving your husband a playful sideway glance before bringing your focus back to the young girls. 

“awesome!” mei’s hands shot up as she excitedly bounced in eijiro’s lap. you always wondered how that girl always had so much energy in the morning. “in my dream, daddy let us have ice cream before school!”

a breath escaped your nose as you tilted your head, “really?” you asked. 

you could already imagine the conversation the two girls had before entering your room: hana coaxing mei into asking for ice cream for breakfast, telling her to bat her eyelashes and give dad that sweet smile that she knew he always folded to. 

“yup!” mei chirped innocently. 

you held back a laugh and putting on a serious ‘mommy face’, your brows furrowed, ready to tell the girls that ice cream wasn’t something you eat for breakfast. but when you glanced over at eijiro, you only found a grin that mirrored mei’s.

“mommy, can we really have ice cream for breakfast?” hana asked, hand clutching onto your wrist as she also attempted to bat her eyelashes at you.  

“yeah, can we?” eijiro joined in, smiling face undeniably charming under the sun's morning glow.

you sighed, shaking your head. but there was a smile creeping up on your lips. “alright. what flavor do we want?”

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

“guys! we’re going to be late!” you shouted. 

it was a beautiful sunny day in musutafu, which wasn’t rare alone. what was rare was the fact that you and denki are both off of work. and it being a weekend meant the kids had no school. so, beautiful day plus no work and no school equals family outing!

but you wouldn’t be able to have a fun family outing if you couldn’t even leave the house on time. 

with your youngest son— kenji, who recently turned two years old —hoisted up on your hip, you walked over to your six year old twin daughters’, emi and mio, bedroom. 

the door was slightly open. you could hear soft giggles coming from one of the girls and the quiet murmur of your husband's voice. 

quietly, you pushed the door open. you are met with the familiar shine of your daughters’ sunflower painted bedroom walls— which was nearly blinding on a sunny day like this. there were a couple of articles of clothing scattered across the light brown wooden floor. 

denki was politely sitting in the middle of the room, legs crossed over each other and his back facing you. 

“i think kenji was wearing a blue shirt like this!” denki held up a light blue shirt to mio’s chest. it had a flying dolphin printed on the front and ruffles along it’s perimeter. 

mio grinned, hovering her hands over the shirt as her eyes glistened in admiration. “i like it.” her voice was soft, almost a whisper. 

emi on the other hand was bouncing on her bed without a single care for the dolphin decorated shirt. she hopped off her mattress and approached denki, “but mommy is wearing a pink shirt! i wanna wear a pink shirt too!” her face scrunched up, as well as her hands, as she stomped her foot.

mio glanced at her sister with a judging look and denki just laughed. he took both emi’s hands, unraveling her fist and squeezing her palms. “you can’t match with mommy because i’m matching with her.” i pointed at his light pink shirt unapologetically, “see?”

emi’s eyes grew wide and— “BU— BUT WHY CAN’T I MATCH WITH HER TOO?!” she cried out, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to spill out. 

“denki!” you stepped into the room and your husband immediately whipped his head around, guilt written all over his face. he jolted up as you walked past him and to emi. you crouched down to her level, and using the hand that wasn’t holding up kenji, you wiped the single tear that had fallen down her cheek. “hey, hey,” you shushed. “you can wear pink to match with me, okay? don’t listen to daddy.” 

emi’s expression was quick to change, “yay! i’m matching with mommy! i’m matching with mommy!” she cheered and ran to the dresser, already looking for a shirt to replace the one denki had previously picked out for her. 

you smiled and turned to pat mio’s head, silently thanking her for behaving, before standing back up to face your husband.  

you adjusted kenji on your hip and brought your eyes up to denki’s golden ones. “really?” you prodded.

“what?” denki smirked, slipping a sly hand on your hip as he leaned close to your ear. “you’re still mine, right?” 

you scoffed as he placed a kiss on the outer shell of your ear. 

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

you pretended to not hear the soft click that came from the front door of your house as you silently finished drying off the dishes. maybe if you stayed quiet enough he wouldn’t notice; he wouldn’t pester you about it. 

but you knew better. 

“babe? where are you?” hanta called out. you listen as you hear the telling sounds of him taking off his boots, then his jacket, and finally putting his duffel bag down.

you remain still and silent. 

“y/n? baby?” he calls again. after a second he finds his way into the dimly lit kitchen where you were standing. immediately, his voice drops from the sweet tone it was previously dripped into something more serious. “y/n.” he deadpans. 

your body stiffens as you hear him step toward you. “i can explain…” you bite your lip as hanta comes up behind you, head falling onto your shoulder. 

he hands climb up to your stomach, caressing the eight month old bump that laid heavily attached to your body. “explain why my very pregnant wife is doing the dishes when i specifically told her i’d take care of it?” his tone is low. he isn’t mad but it was clear he wasn’t joking either. “come on sweetheart. doctor says you shouldn’t be doing this stuff. that’s what your husband is for.” he murmured, rubbing his nose against your neck. hanta was unable to hide his affection for you, even when he was ’upset’.

you titled your head back in his direction, accepting his warmth. “but hanta, i can’t just sit here and do nothing.” you whined, “it’ll kill me.” 

it was true. laying in bed all day made you feel uncomfortable and stiff; your legs aching, and your back hurting. 

the only thing that could keep your mind off the pulsing pain was work. but of course hanta didn’t agree with that. 

“you’re killing me.” hanta whined back. he lifted his head, placing a kiss on the back of your head before saying, “come on, let’s get you two to bed.” he caressed your belly once more and you sighed. 

“fine.”

“don’t get all moody with me.” he teased and gave you another kiss, this one being sloppier and on your cheek. “want a foot rub ma?” he asked.

“god, yes. please.” you falter. 

“come on then.” he takes you by the shoulders and guides you towards your shared bedroom. 

when he flicks on the lights, rina— your four year old daughter —groaned softly. after a second she flipped over and sighed, seemingly falling back asleep.

“she’s been out since ten.” you whispered. 

“yeah?” hanta nods as he seats you down on the bed. he moves to your closet to change into his pajamas. 

you push the loose strands of hair laid on rina’s forehead back. her hair has been in dutch braids for two days, hanta having done it during a family movie night after endless pleading. and because she had asked politely and ate all her vegetables, hanta complied. (but you’re sure if she didn’t do either of those things hanta would still do it)

hanta appeared at the foot of the bed, tapping your foot. you position your legs on top of his lap and he lets out a content sigh as his hands move to message your feet with slow and intricate motions that were so full of love. “she’s so well behaved. we got lucky.” he says quietly. 

“or maybe she got it from me?” 

hanta lifts your leg up to kiss your ankle. “yeah, probably.” he smiles. “but this one?” his eyes fall on your bump and it’s as if his eyes are reflecting a sparkling night sky. “he’s gonna take after his daddy.”

you laugh at your husband's reference to himself as ‘daddy’ and let your head fall back onto the pillow as he pressed small circles into the soles of your feet, feeling the most comfortable you have all day. 

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

“hey babe, did you buy food for kumo?” you yelled from behind the kitchen counter. you bend down, searching through the grocery bags that were scattered throughout the kitchen floor.  

hitoshi emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his wet lavender hair with a towel. “‘course i did. what kind of father would i be if i didn’t?” he titled his head as he focused on drying one side of his head. 

“the same father you were last week.” you said through gritted teeth, rolling your eyes as you stood up. 

he scoffed. “can’t find it?”

you shook your head.

hitoshi dropped his towel onto his shoulders and walked into the kitchen. he crouched down, skimming through the bags like you had been moments earlier. 

he searched through one bag, then moved to another, then another. you watched with your hands on your hips, an amused expression painted on your face. 

then hitoshi coughed, “hey— uh, y/n?” he hands slowed down, but didn’t stop. 

“yeah?” your brows furrowed at his unsure tone. “what? don’t tell me you forgot it.” you squatted down besides him to help look again but before you could touch the bag hitoshi spoke. 

“no, no. it’s not that. i know i bought it.” he shook his head. “it’s.. something else.” 

you were more confused now. “what is it?”

hitoshi sucked in a breath through his nose and looked at you. “can we.. have another one?”

your mouth immediately fell open. “what?“

“look. i know we said we’d only have one, but kumo is lonely. did you know that? she practically cries every night for company.”

“babe that’s— i…” being too dumbfounded to form a proper sentence, you closed your mouth and thought. 

“please?” 

it wasn’t normal for hitoshi to get like this, all pleading and desperate. 

“toshi… can we really handle that right now?” you said cautiously. you didn’t want to get his hopes up, but seeing the way he was so persistent and seemed to mostly want this for kumo’s benefit, you couldn’t shut the idea down just yet. 

“why not?” his brows raised in reason. there was a glint of something in his eye, something that showed that he knew he’d already won.

though before you could confirm your decision, kumo crawled into the kitchen. she stopped at the bags near the archways threshold, sniffling them before skipping to the bags near the oven. she smelt the bag, then pawed at it. the bag folded under the weight and out rolled a can of cat tuna. a low purr rumbled from kumo’s throat. 

“kumo, you’re a genius.” hitoshi shuffled towards the oven and opened the can of tuna, letting kumo eat straight from it as he pet her. “great older sibling material.” he pointed out, glancing towards you briefly as he continued to pet her spotted head. “kumo! you're getting a little sibling!” he crooned, taking both his hands to run her hands over her ears and then scratch her chin.

you swore there him and his cat antics would be the death of you.

[jinx-xxed]

Wriothesley Headcanons

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A/N; Something simple while I work on pt. 2 of “sweet mornings” (and some other ideas lol)!! I hope everyone’s pulls went well :)

Content; NSFW 18+ headcanons included

Wc; 1.6k

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☆ Outside of the Fortress, Wriothesley refrains from big shows of PDA, always concerned somebody may target you because of it, because of him. Even if you can handle yourself, he can’t help being too careful.

☆ He’ll always hold your hand or take a quick kiss on the cheek though.

☆ When you’re in the Fortress, Wriothesley can’t seem to leave you alone except for when he’s working. If he has any free time, he’ll immediately come find you and be all over you. Unless you’re the one working of course, then he’ll merely sit nearby and enjoy your presence.

☆ If you visit him while he’s working, you’ll usually find yourself in your comfortable spot curled up in his lap. Wriothesley certainly doesn’t mind, it’s quite easy to keep reviewing and signing documents while you doze off with your head tucked nicely beneath his chin, one arm wrapped snugly around you.

☆ You spend every meal together, either in his office, in the cafeteria, or out in the overworld when you two can sneak away for lunch. It’s something he always looks forward to, those simple moments with you where he can set aside his duties for a little while.

☆ Wriothesley can read you like a book, no matter how well you think you’re hiding your emotions. He’s gotten a knack for it after having to read the faces and body language of all the prisoners that come through the Fortress.

☆ That’s why he finds himself able to trust you more than anyone else. He feels inexplicably at ease around you, your honesty in all senses calming something within him.

☆ It took Wriothesley almost a year of knowing you before he let you finally investigate his gauntlets after your incessant asking. You’d said you were fascinated by the machine work and whenever he brought them out you were always staring with wide eyes. The ecstatic grin you gave him when he agreed at last is something he won’t forget.

☆ Wriothesley loves to listen to you talk, your voice is one of his favorite sounds. He thinks it’s adorable when you get excited about something you’re passionate about, going on and on about it with this sparkle in your eye. You always share new discoveries in your research or the plot of the latest book you’ve been reading (he never has time to read so he likes hearing you tell him the story instead), and it couldn’t make him happier.

☆ Sometimes old memories get the better of him. Sometimes he’ll wake with a start, his heart beating too fast and a thin layer of sweat on his skin. When that happens, you’ll brush his hair out of his face, tell him he’s okay, and take him upstairs so you can make him some tea. You’ll sit with him in silence until he feels better, until his mind has calmed and those dark memories are beaten back to where they came from. You know he’s alright when his hand finds yours, a whispered thanks falling from his lips.

☆ Wriothesley comes to bed late most nights, slipping under the covers so carefully to try not to disturb you. It’s usually futile, your brain subconsciously waiting for him to join you and so when he’s finally there, you immediately cuddle into him. He’ll put those strong arms around you and it makes everything right in your world. You both are out like lights a minute later.

☆ He’s in constant disbelief that you’re his. He never expected to find someone like you, someone who fits with him like his missing puzzle piece. You’re so perfect that he sometimes feels guilty about it, about keeping you down in the Fortress with him, deep under the sea. You’re always quick to reassure him, promising you’re there purely of your own decision. You’ll tell him how much you love him again and again until any trace of doubt is washed away for good.

☆ You adore caring for Wriothesley, when he’ll let you. You can tell he’s been independent his whole life, eager to do things by himself, so you try to help with the small things. Brewing the hot water for his tea, delivering paperwork, fixing up any kind of busted machinery. Then, in the later hours, you’ll hold him close and run your fingers through his black and silver hair, reveling in the way you feel his body relax against yours, his content sigh tickling your skin.

☆ Wriothesley is always holding you at night, your warmth being the best way to chase off the cold he feels creeping in his bones. He enjoys when you snuggle right into his side the most, not even a hairsbreadth of space between your bodies.

☆ Sometimes he’ll stop by your office just to see what music you’re listening to. You always have something unique playing, something he hasn’t heard before in any of the operas or shops around Fontaine. It’s vastly different from the classical he has playing in his own office, but he’s quickly come around to the pumped up beats and vocals.

☆ Sigewinne is beyond grateful that you showed up in the Fortress. She’s never seen the Duke so consistently at ease and she knows she has you to thank for that. She’ll giggle to herself over the way he follows you like a dog sometimes.

☆ You’re very flexible with his work schedule, knowing how unpredictable or brutal it can be some days. There’s been a few instances where your dates have consisted of just sitting quietly in his office while you both work, enjoying each other’s company. Wriothesley thinks himself unbelievably lucky to have found someone like you who’s actually happy simply working beside him when the papers pile a bit too high.

☆ He’s always sure to take you someplace nice after days like those.

☆ You box together! He originally scoffed at the idea when you suggested it, but decided to humor you after seeing you were dead serious. He tried to go easy on you, holding his strength and thinking this was just something for you to get out of your system, but very quickly had to switch up when he realized you were extremely intent on knocking him on his ass. Now you two go blow for blow without a second thought, much to Sigewinne’s dismay.

☆ Your boxing matches are a great way to release tension or to get warmed up. More often than not, they result in you pinned under Wriothesley after he got a little too hot and bothered by your sweaty body and displays of strength.

☆ Being in your arms is Wriothesley’s safe space. When something’s troubling him, or he’s had a rough day, or when he just needs you, that’s where he’ll find himself. It washes away all his worries, even if for only a little while.

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☆ Wriothesley very much enjoys using his full body weight against you, pressing into you and pinning you to the bed so that all you can feel is him.

☆ Trust that he will be using those sharp canines. He loves to nip at your skin and hear the noises you make.

☆ He’s put his handcuffs to use more than a few times. It all started when you offhandedly asked about them, trying to be sly, and as a response he locked them onto your wrists and watched as your face turned red. It was a long while before they finally got taken off.

☆ Morning sex is one of his favorites. Fucking into you first thing is a great way to start his day and keep him going, your quiet moans and soft body so perfect for him.

☆ Wriothesley is big on praise, giving it to you whenever he can. Saying how good you are, how well you take him, how much you were made for him, how much he loves you. He can’t degrade you unless you ask, but even then he has to make up for it with plenty of kisses afterwards.

☆ There’s times where he’ll tease you relentlessly, bringing you up and down again over and over until you’re begging and in tears. He can’t help it, you look pretty when you cry.

☆ If you’ve been gone for a while, like on a trip for work, it’s impossible to get him off you. He’ll take you wherever he can; in bed, on his desk, on the couch, in your office. He can’t get enough of you and he missed you so much. His nights were so lonely without you, spent with his face buried in your pillow while he rutted against the sheets, having to use his hand to get off.

☆ Wriothesley is very cuddly after sex, pulling you in and encasing you with his big, warm body. Even if he has somewhere to be, he’ll take at least a few minutes to just bury his head in the crook of your neck and breathe you in. You think he does it to ground himself.

☆ He’s always ready to try new things with you when you suggest it. He’s eager to please you, to let you use him the way you want. Seeing you lost in your pleasure is something he takes great joy in. It’s a two way street of course—you always return the favor.

☆ You’re constantly amazed by his body, his strength and all his scars. You see that and think of how gentle Wriothesley is despite it all, how much he cares for those around him, your wonderful man. On quieter nights, you’ll take your time kissing each of his scars, of which there’s many. You love doing it because it’s the one thing that makes him flustered, a pretty blush on his face when you’re only halfway through.

[yuons]

⟡ out of limit — ot7

when they find out you’re secretly liking them (and they are secretly liking you too) — minor drawback, you are their best friend’s sister

pairs members + reader content petnames fluff wordcount 1632 — find my other works

note i love writing prompts, this was supposed to be a short-ish headcannon hence why hee's is kinda short. but i got carried away lmfao

LEE HEESEUNG

“thanks, pretty”

heeseung would relentlessly tease you once he finds out. calling you petnames and complimenting you all the time just to get a reaction out of you.

 he finds it adorable when you would blush and dismiss his flirting with a mumble. 

of course, he knew that he wouldn’t even get the chance to confess his feelings back to you before his head gets chopped off by jay. but he found his way around. 

sneaking into your room when jay’s back is turned or sneaking in a few kisses when you all watch movies together. he loves the way you would get red from his words, looking away out of embarrassment.

he loves the thrill of meeting you, getting to hold you and savor you even if it was only for a while. 

he would take risks if it meant being able to hold you and be beside you. snuggling his head into the crook of your neck chasing the comfort you gave him.

PARK JONGSEONG

he’s quiet. he already was before, much more now when he found out. 

jay was never really a talkative person to people who weren’t his friends. but he has always felt comfortable with you, talking about his days and anything he’s thinking about.

that was what brought you to like him. at first, you thought that he was quite intimidating and would be really hard to talk to. but since he was your brother’s best friend, jay had warmed up to you from the countless visits he’s paid to your house.

you’d realize his abrupt silence towards you. you thought he was avoiding you, thinking you’ve said something wrong to him. 

however, the only reason he’s gone silent was because he was scared you’d find out he likes you back. his heartbeat speeding like crazy when you put your face so close to his in attempt to make him break character and start talking to you again.

of course, you won and he ended up mumbling nonsense to you while hiding his face afraid it was going to turn red if he continued to see your pretty face so up close.

“stop doing that… you look too pretty”

SIM JAEYUN

“i like you too”

the absolute worst at keeping secrets so the moment he finds out he’s just going to have this dazed look. he was in love with you. that much, all of his friends knew, except for heeseung of course. 

you didn’t even know of jake’s existence until you were waiting for your brother to pick you up and he was there in the passenger seat. he and your brother talked a lot and you just tuned them out. 

what you didn’t expect was for him to turn around and talk to you. you thought he was about to ask the basics; your name, age, whatever. however, jake started including you in their conversation. asking for your opinions about something they were talking about.

since then, you’ve always liked whenever jake would hang out with your brother. knowing that he would ask if you wanted to join them every single time. he was so sweet and caring, and really good looking. how could’ve you not fallen for him?

so when you and jake were left in the ice cream parlor as your brother went to the bathroom. jake was observing your rigid figure. your eyes trained on your phone for dear life, scrolling up and down your contact list just to avoid awkwardness.

that’s when jake said it, gazing at you with a soft smile, “i like you too, you know?”

PARK SUNGHOON

you knew sunghoon purely from gossip. everyone had different opinions about him, most including the words ‘cold’ and ‘quiet’. you’ve only ever seen him whenever he had to receive trophies from the principal for winning competitions.

you were an average student. your grades were’t horrible, but they weren’t stellar either. so imagine your surprise when you got paired up with sunghoon for an end of year project worth 60% of your grades.

truthfully, you were scared of him for a while. thinking he would be strict with schedule and meetups. sunghoon however proved you wrong when he started chatting you first asking when you were free to do the work and not minding the place of meetup. 

you worked with him for 3 months until the project was finally complete and perfect. during those times, you both had met up plenty of times each time getting to know the other more by exchanging stories.

sunghoon found out when he forgot to take his bag in the class and overheard your friend convincing you to confess. you sat slumped across her, your hand on your head.

sunghoon was just battling himself at this point. he harbored feelings for you that he’s been denying for months. he’s known you for way longer than you thought. having his eye on you way before the fated project pairing. 

he took an interest in you, finding it fun to observe you in silence and trying to come up with a way to approach you.

however, all of it went down the drain when he found out your brother, jake, is quite well known to be protective. and what’s worse is that he knew your brother, not personally but well acquainted enough.

sunghoon didn’t really know how to express the feelings he had for you. even after hearing you confess, basically. so he attempted to do it without words. listing all the things you liked and disliked in his head for future reference.

“you said you were craving ice cream” showing up at your doorstep, his body soaking wet from the rain, panting. but the plastic bag he grasped tightly was completely dry, filled with much more snacks than you would ever need.

KIM SUNOO

“wasn’t it obvious?”

you knew sunoo was a very cheerful and chatty person. it wasn’t weird that you two had become well acquainted despite him being your brother’s best friend. 

he was a really friendly person which drove you to become comfortable talking to him, even if your brother wasn’t around. his kindness and concern for you made you take an immediate liking to him.

you knew however that that was sunoo’s nature so you really didn’t have your hopes up. labeling anything he does as just him being his own friendly self. it took sunoo quite a while to figure out you liked him. 

almost immediately after finding out sunoo’s chattiness towards you grew tenfold. meanwhile, you were trying to avoid him. 

sunoo caught on and one day stopped by your apartment unexpectedly, “i thought you liked me” he says with a faux pout.

at first you were scared he didn’t like you back but rest assured, he gave you the biggest hug and peppered kisses all over your face right after. 

“you’re adorable when you’re flustered”

YANG JUNGWON

“i don’t want you to walk home alone”

you barely knew jungwon. yet from how he acted towards others, you’ve always looked up to him.

he was entirely selfless and loved helping people.

the lines between fascination and like quickly blurred when you were the one being his object of affection.

because jungwon and your brother became close friends, jungwon took it upon himself to take care of you too. meaning, when your brother wasn’t there, jungwon was.

somewhere between all the after-school hangouts and him taking you out to watch movies together, the mere closeness of jungwon made your head dizzy.

he always hugged you alot, it was all friendly. but now his smell overtakes your senses, his warmth circling every inch of your body.

and by the time you tried to distance from him, he never let you out of his sight. 

when you refused to let him drive you back home and would rather wait for the rain to stop, jungwon went and sat there with you, draping his jacket around your figure.

“i’m waiting here with you” he says smiling so sweetly, those dimples in view. his hand went to pat your head and you unconsciously leaned to his touch.

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki was your own best friend along with your brother’s. when you two first met, you both immediately clicked, much to your brother’s dismay.

he had always liked you a bit more than your brother, teasing you yet giving you everything you want. 

put simply, he’s wrapped around your finger. you just didn’t know that.

any smart person can see that he’s head over heels. i mean, who would willingly run to your house in the middle of the night just because you said you were hungry other than riki?

you usually went out with your brother, though the begging would take somewhere within half an hour, but you won most of the time nonetheless.

however, with riki, you had just shot him a short text that seriously didn’t mean as much. only a small ‘i’m kinda hungry’ and you find him outside your door minutes later, holding his car keys.

you both end up in a 24 hour convenience store at midnight, slurping up warm ramen together. 

when someone opened the door and the wind from outside hits your face, you didn’t expect riki to hold your hair back as you continued chewing. 

you might be weak willed here, but after that day he kept bringing a hair tie on his wrist. specifically on days you two would hang out and with much denial, you knew you had feelings for him.

not to worry though, because he’s been in love with you for the longest time. 

you just couldn’t catch the gaze he had when he held your hair, or the smile he has when you cracked an unfunny joke.

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[alotofpockets]

Finding comfort | Katie McCabe x Teen!Reader

Where you're always very timid, but open up to Katie

Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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You had never been great at new environments. It always takes a long time before you are able to warm up to people you don’t know. So, being called up to Arsenal’s senior team and being surrounded by a whole new team definitely wasn’t an easy task.

The first few weeks had flown by, but you hadn’t really spoken to any of your teammates, besides giving short answers to their questions.No one seemed to mind that you were so timid, never pushing you. 

Behind your back they had spoken about it, not in a bad way, more so that they were worried that you weren’t comfortable here. They tried in different ways to make you feel more included, hoping you would start opening up more, but despite their best efforts not much changed. However, your teammates were patient with you, and you were grateful that they weren’t pushing.

“Good morning, are you ready for training?” Kim said as she sat down besides you in the locker room. You smiled timidly and nodded. Your team captain smiled and quietly got ready besides you. Around you the room was buzzing with the chatter of the rest of your teammates.

Training today was a gym session. You enjoyed gym days because for the biggest part of it, you were working individually. While yes football was a team sport, so that part was very important, the individual work made you feel more comfortable with the new environment.

You started with biking, as that was usually the equipment that everyone liked the least, so you would have the space to yourself. After a few minutes of cycling, Katie walked up. “Hey Kid, mind if I join you?” In response you nod. She sits down on the bike beside you and starts cycling with you.

After a few minutes of silence, Katie turns her head your way with a serious expression. “I’ve got an important question for you.” You turn to her, worried about what she might ask. Katie McCabe wasn’t known for being serious, so this must be something big or important.

“Do you think cereal is a soup?” You look at her in disbelief, definitely not having expected that question at all. “That’s your important question?” Your lips curl up slightly. “Yes, I need to know where you stand on the matter.” She says just as seriously as she started.

This time your smile breaks out and you start laughing. Katie smiles proudly before she joins in on your laughter. “So,” She says when the laughter dies down. “Is it soup?” You shake your head. “Definitely not and you can’t convince me otherwise.”

Katie gasped, her face filled with shock. “Not soup? Unbelievable. I thought you had better judgement, Kid.” You felt the walls you had up crumble bit by bit every time she joked around. 

The sound of your laughter caught the attention of a few of your teammates in the gym. They looked at the intersection between you and Katie with smiles on their faces. Who would have thought that Katie would’ve been the one to get you to open up more?

“I will let you off the hook this time. Everyone is allowed one wrong opinion, and you have just used yours.” You shake your head with a chuckle. “Good to know.”

The two of you continued chatting throughout your bike session. The team occasionally looks over, happy to see that you are feeling more at home. Wondering what kind of magic Katie used to get through to you. 

“Do you maybe want to join me and toss the ball around?” Katie is quick to say yes, happy that you want to continue opening up to her. “Right behind you.” She says as she gets stopped by Leah on the way.

“I’ve never seen her like this. How did you get her to open up?” The blonde asks full of wonder. Katie shrugs, “I told you that I am funnier than the rest of you.” She walks off proudly, leaving Leah standing there dumbfounded.  

You had picked out the weight that you wanted to use right as Katie walked up. “Alright, show me what you got, Kid.” She stood a few steps in front of you and got ready to catch the ball. You held it at chest height as you squatted down and in your movement up, you threw the ball her way. She did the same movement before tossing the ball your way again.

Just like on bikes, the two of you were chatting. It seemed like you were getting really comfortable with Katie, and there was just one thought on the older players' mind. “Why me?” She asked out loud before thinking.

“I eh, I mean you’re opening up to me and I was wondering what made you do so with me?” She threw the ball back your way. You catch it with ease and as you squat down you answer her question. 

“You just made me feel safe.” You toss the ball back but Katie is so caught by surprise with your answer that it just falls to the ground in front of her. “I win.” You say with a proud smirk.

“Yeah yeah, well done, Kid.” Katie tries to shrug off the loss, but ultimately she’s feeling very good, because she had created a safe space for you without even realising it. Growing up with younger siblings had unintentionally prepared her for youngsters joining the team.

“I want a revance on this next training.” You shake her reached out hand. “Deal, but don’t be upset if I beat you again.” Laughter erupts in the room. Your cheeks turn a bright red when you realise everyone was looking at you. 

Katie notices and puts her arm around your shoulder. “Get used to it Kid, that humour will get you far with these girls.”

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[malacandrax]

Cliff & Father Eugene refresher and timeline

I wanted to make a more proper introduction, for people that missed the first comics! 

I know it's hard to keep up in the fast paced internet, and investing in new characters and stories is difficult, but give it a go. Companies are sucking our souls away with engagement driven content and a great way to combat that is to connect genuinely with the creators who want to share their passions with you.

I also made a loose timeline below that you might be interested in!

Set in 1983 (...ish) London

Intros

Cliff is a raised catholic gay guy living in the outskirts of London who is struggling to find himself, he ran away from home as a teenager and did sex work to make a living. He moved back home for his mum after his dad killed himself, but still does sex work for the thrill. His mum has leant heavily on the church and alcohol after her husbands suicide. Cliff is reckless and impulsive, he drinks to excess, gets into fights, and generally cares very little for his wellbeing. The more dangerous something is the more it makes him feel alive.

Eugene is a closeted Irish catholic priest who’s recently been transferred to Cliffs local church. He has promised Cliff's mum that he’ll pay special attention to her son, who has lost his way. Eugene joined seminary as a young man to escape rural Irish life, and to try and bury his same sex attraction. He’s since come to terms with being gay, but tries his best to live in the closet to protect his position. Eugene is sensitive, softhearted, and more than a little fruity. He has few close friends and even less he sees regularly, and having a promiscuous young gay man in his parish is proving to be quite the challenge.

Their dynamic together:

Cliff sees a challenge in scandalising the priest at first, but is taken in by how genuine Eugene’s care for him is. He finds himself wanting to be better to impress him, and finds some reconciliation with the church after many bad experiences in catholic school. Mostly though he’s into Eugene, not God.

Eugene is secretly flattered to have drawn Cliffs attention. Being with Cliff makes him feel young again, and allows him to express his stifled sexuality without fear. He also sees how Cliff looks up to him, and thinks he can use that to nurture his potential and also help him become closer to God. He doesn’t account for how tempted he is to stray from the path himself. 

Voices, actor inspo 1 , 2

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Timeline

I’m working on them roughly chronologically but I have skipped ahead sometimes, and there are gaps I’d like to fill. It doesn’t read like a complete linear story, but like a series of snippets.

I know a list with links isn't ideal, but it's the easiest way for me to be able to add things in as I go. Honestly though just going into their patreon collection or tumblr tag and scrolling from the bottom is a fine way to read it, and the story isn't going to be ruined by reading some bits out of order, but still I hope this timeline will be useful or interesting for some people. God be with you if you aren't on desktop.

I will one day make a pdf once I'm done with their story.

Also! It’s a little sillier at the start before I realised I wanted to develop them properly.

[Patreon links are in red. That includes some early access, and a Lot of the 18+ work. I share parts on twitter/bsky but not usually the whole thing]

Beginning:

Designs and Meetings- link

Eucharist (18+) pt1 | pt2

Cliffs confession (cinema hookup)- link

Eugene’s imagination (cinema hookup 2) (18+) twitter/bsky

Kelly Green (Eugene meets cliff on the streets) link

Christmas Party (Indirect kiss) link

2AM (Cliffs genuine confession) link

Moment of weakness (18+) link

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Cliffs penance:

Penance (Cliff shows up at the rectory) link

Church boundaries (Cliff helping with Eugenes duties) (18+) twitter/bsky

Poof (Cliff consults a friend) link

Laundry (Eugene smells good) link

Hugs (Cliff decides they hug now) -link (images 2+3)

Takeout (Eugene vents about the bishop, Cliff causes mischief) link

Prayer and dreams (18+) link

Bridge (Cliff shows blatant disregard for his life) link

—- here is where I’m currently adding the major comics to! Everything onwards is a little choppy.

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After Cliffs penance is over:

(basically all the real plot is yet to be added)

Subway (they get close)- link (image 5)

Coming out (Eugene opens up) link, extra

Sports-link

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After they’ve gotten together

(this is where I’m loosely drawing most of the 18+ stuff, there’s less plot here.)

Snowstorm (Eugene rescues Cliff) link

Thunderstorm (18+) pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 (in progress)

Blasphemy (18+) link

Church office (18+) pt1 | pt2 | pt3

Afterglow- link

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Extras

Neck kisses- link

Clothes swap- pt1 | pt2

fav animals- link

Cliffs hair- link

Lick- pt1 | pt2

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Non canon

Confession booth (18+) pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5

Eugene ride and drag alt (18+) link

Nun outfit link

Nun sequence (18+) pg1 | pg2 | pg3 | pg4 | pg5 | pg6

Short shorts (18+) pt1 | pt2

Naughty list (18+) twitter/bsky

This was quite a complicated undertaking, so let me know if anything is broken.

Making this made me realise I'm insane I think. I've only had these guys for 6 months where did all this art come from, there's like 100 pics of them...haha... ;;;;