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you're losing me 02 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 5k

genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance

rating: 18+

warnings: pregnancy scare, mean possessive jungkook 😾, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, fingering, choking, oc gets her hands tied bc she's a brat ! ☝🏼, blowjob, cum eating, car sex, teasingg, tipsy oc, v vulnerable oc :(, dirty talk, daddy kink, crying, one boob bite methinks

summary: having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.

a/n: it's finally here !! i hope u like it hihi <3

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Chanyeol never misses with his Halloween parties.

And usually, you never miss with your costumes too, but given the circumstance you’re glad to even attend.

Truthfully, it was entirely your own fault, and you hate to admit it because you had been extremely excited to wear your customised Barbie doll outfit, but one spill of your wine and the dress was disastrously ruined.

So you had to come up with a spontaneous Plan B.

You finally found usage for the small Victoria Secret wings from their special collection you received during a fashion show. Cinching a lace-embellished corset from Dolce & Gabbana, you paired it with a flirty ruffled miniskirt from Chanel. Your hair was crowned with crystal-embellished hairpins by Jennifer Behr. And oh, those satin heels by Jimmy Choo, adorned with dazzling crystals, added the perfect dose of sparkle to the outfit. You think you might’ve redefined last minute-magic.

“You’re trending on Twitter.”

As you sit on the couch, reaching down to retrieve the ping pong ball for Eunwoo turn at beer pong, Chanyeol abruptly shoves his phone in front of you. His screen is showing the trending page on Twitter.

“Didn’t realise my costume is that cute.” You look down on yourself. It’s a basic costume, but you would have thought that Chanyeol’s vampire look gained more attention.

“Your outfit’s cute, but everyone’s talking about what you posted on your Story,” Chanyeol remarks. He taps on your name trending and scrolls through a myriad of Tweets, with people reposting the picture.

“Oh.”

Eunwoo peeks over Chanyeol’s shoulder and reads the Tweets. He chuckles. “Everyone’s just talking about how hot we look.”

You giggle, swatting his arm.

You didn’t expect a little mirror pic creating chaos to this extent.

It was just a funny coincidence seeing Eunwoo dressed up in a matching costume to in a devil costume, complete with fitting horns and wings, creating an impromptu couple costume. It was his idea to take a picture.

You probably should have considered that Eunwoo is a rising idol and actor. Everyone adores him. And seeing him photographed next to a girl off-screen, especially when it’s not for a highly anticipated KBS drama, might not sit well with everyone.

“Has your hubby seen it?” Chanyeol asks.

You shrug. “I dunno. Maybe? He does regularly check what I post.” But he told you how busy he is today, so you’re not sure if he saw.

“Have you thought about my offer, by the way?” Eunwoo asks.

“What offer?” Chanyeol curiously chimes in.

“The lead role in my next drama. They're srill looking for an actress and honestly, I think ___ would be incredible for this one.”

Chanyeol’s eyes grow wide. “You two in a drama? That’s insane.”

“I’ve never tried acting. Not sure if I’d be any good,” you confess,

“I feel like you’re good at anything,” Chanyeol assures with a grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

They both resume playing beer pong with the others while you watch them as you drink.

As you take a sip from your drink, the weight of lingering gazes persists – less intense than in the beginning, yet a subtle scrutiny remains.

The curious looks undoubtedly trace back to the headlines two weeks ago, when pictures of Jungkook and you in his car near the gynaecologist’s building surfaced online. Captured in a vulnerable moment, perched on Jungkook’s lap with tears streaming down your face, you know how it must’ve looked like to the public.

You couldn’t stand those pictures making the rounds, especially with you in tears.

~

2 weeks ago

“You don’t need to worry.” Jungkook gently traces his thumb over the back of your hand.

You huff, frowning at your interlaced fingers. “But I do worry.”

“Love, if you are potentially-”

“Don’t say it!” you cut him off. “Hearing the word makes me more anxious.”

You hear him utter an exhausted sigh. “You said yourself that your period has been irregular in the past.”

“Yeah, minus the morning sickness.” Your tone is a bit sharp, maybe even sassy, and you don’t actually want it to come off that way and in another circumstance you’d feel guilty, but you’re too drained from your emotions and the conversation to care.

“But the tests you took were negative,” he tries again.

“It’s just plastic. I can’t trust it.”

You took countless of pregnancy tests weekly, filled up the bathroom bin with those stupid little things until you finally acquiesced to Jungkook’s persistent suggestion to schedule an appointment with your gynaecologist.

The slow traces on your hand come to a halt. His fingers lightly squeeze your chin, directing your gaze at him.

“I promise you, whatever the outcome is we’ll make the best of it.”

“I don’t understand how you’re able to stay calm,” you say, eyebrows arching at his composed demeanour.

In truth, this is an authentic depiction of your relationship dynamic. You deal with lots of anxiety, always have been, and Jungkook stands as the serene counterbalance – tranquil and calm, akin to a gentle, silent breeze sweeping over your arms just as it gets unbearably hot in summer and you’re out of options to cope with the temperature.

But this is concerning you both and you can’t grasp the ease with which he handles the plaguing situation.

“Either outcome won’t change anything drastically.”

You head turns to the side and your stare out the windscreen, a hint of pique evident as your tongue pokes your cheek.

“I don’t want a baby.” It’s barely a whisper under your breath. “But you want one.” Your eyes flutter back to him.

Thinking about it, it dawns on you that a potential pregnancy would undoubtedly bring joy to everyone in your life. Especially your dad, who has been eagerly anticipating it for years – bugging you about it almost every time you see him. However, at 24 you have dreams beyond motherhood. The thought of being tied down to it now fills you with a quiet sense of unease.

You know that Jungkook views it differently. It’s understandable; he is 31, and despite mutually agreeing to wait for a baby, for him it’s not the end of the world. His calm demeanour, shaped by having navigated through a previous marriage and bringing a wealth of life experience, contrasts with your apprehension.

Jungkook hesitates. “I do want a baby,” he confirms, a shadow of regretful longing crossing his face. “But it doesn’t matter. Whatever the result is, I will support it – I will support your decision.” Upon squeezing your bare thigh, he realises how cold you are. “Love, you’re freezing.” He fetches a fuzzy blanket from the backseat that he keeps there just for you. He tucks you under the comfy blanket.

“It’s ‘cause I’m scared,” you mumble, leaning back in your seat.

“Come here.” He softly anchors his hands on your hips and guides you to his lap. “It pains me to see you like this.” He wraps the blanket around you tighter. “You don’t wanna go in there and get this done quickly? Avoiding the inevitable messes with your headspace.”

“Just a few more minutes.”

Jungkook mindlessly cups your cheek, tatted knuckle skimming over your skin.

Maybe it’s the way he peers at you. With a gentle shimmer reflecting sheer fondness and poised to unfold the world at your feet, build a home for you wherever your finger points to without having to ask. Maybe it’s the way he is holding you to himself, his hands serving as a protective embrace, a shield warding off any harm that would dare come your way. Or maybe it’s the tall, daunting building on the side of the road, towering over you like a spectre of uncertainty.

But something brings tears to your eyes – making you grow smaller and younger and suddenly fragile.

“My love,” Jungkook utters tenderly. It fills you with warmth and so much love.

Worry contorts his face. His hand around you holds you tighter.

“I’m not gonna cry.” It serves more as a reassurance for yourself than for him.

“You know you can when you’re with me.”

You refuse, adamantly shaking your head. But when you lose control over the tears stinging your eyes, you bury your face into his neck.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, adding a small peck to your temple. “It’s okay to feel this way.”

“Don’t like it,” you murmur into his now tears stained skin.

“But there’s no point in denying it.”

“There’s just...so much. All at once.” You lean back a bit, finger pointing right to your heart.

“I know, love.” He gingerly caresses your back. He softens at your trembling bottom lip, a piece of his own heart falling apart upon seeing you vulnerable on his lap. “I’ll carry everything you can’t, remember?” It’s a vow that formed the foundation of your shared existence. In the quiet assurance of his voice, he continues, “I’ll carry your worries, your fears, your doubts.” His promise is a soothing melody in the symphony of your shared moment. “As long as we talk – communicate properly, this won’t be difficult.”

“But we do talk,” you reply, scrunching your stuffy nose. “No?”

“Yeah, I know.” He nods, thumbing away the tear from the corner of your eye. “But I need you to be honest with me regarding this. No hiding your thoughts from me.”

“I won’t.”

“You’re ready now?” Jungkook asks. As much as he comforts you, traces of curiosity glimmer in his eyes.

“I think so.”

“There’s nothing to worry.” Jungkook smiles in that boyish and lovely way that it coaxes a weak smile on your face.

~

Jungkook had been right the whole time. You weren’t pregnant.

There had been nothing to worry.

You’re still in awe at how he never doubted his feeling. He just knew you weren’t pregnant – typical Jungkook, always has this uncanny grasp on things, like an innate ability.

Your gynaecologist attributed it to a lack of vitamins and advised better hydration.

Jungkook, feeling more than a tad guilty, bombards you with constant reminders to take your vitamins, drink and eat even more than he used to.

“Is that Jeon Jungkook?” A hushed female voice utters to the person beside her.

As you gaze upward, your eyes lock onto Jungkook in the back of the crowd. A flutter dances through your heart at the mere sight of him.

Jungkook’s presence demands every ounce of attention as people instantly recognise him. He’s draped entirely in black. His pants temptingly cling to his thighs, the buttons of his shirt straining across his chiselled chest and strong arms. His Rolex sits prettily around his wrist, it’s gleam harmonising with the brilliance of his wedding ring.

And you find it so funny, silly almost, because this is just Jungkook in his work attire, you see him like this every day, and yet people’s eyes morph into tiny hearts as he effortlessly strolls by, leaving a trail of heated admiration.

Sometimes Jungkook has a way of teasing your sanity. He turns your life into a whimsical romance, making you wonder if you’re living in a silly, sappy romance movie with the dreamiest guy as the lead. Because in this fleeting moment, the world around you dissolves into a blur, and you see nothing but him. Everyone fades, except him.

“Jungkook!” You stand up, a bit wobbly on your heels. He immediately wraps his hands around your sides.

“Hi, love.” He kisses you softly.

You missed his sweet, gentle voice when he talks to you.

He rakes a stare over you, one brow arched. “You’re already drunk? Who’s been giving you drinks?”

You deny his question with a dragged out “no”. “Just a bit tipsy – if even.” Before he can comment anything else regarding how many drinks you’ve already had, you ask, “Where’d you get these cute horns from?” Your hand reaches for the hairband with two attached red horns on them.

“Don’t know the brands name. Just a cheap store down the street from the company.”

You tilt your head as you ponder. “I don’t know of any cheap store close to the company.”

A ping pong ball rolls towards you on the floor. As you bend down to retrieve the ball, Jungkook’s hand pulls you back by the waist and he picks it up himself. His possessive hand travels to your butt and he slides his palm over the ruffles of your skirt.

“You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” he whispers into your ear. He throws the little ball towards the other end of the table. You shake your head, not really comprehending what he’s implying. Your more focused on how he effortlessly threw the ping pong ball straight into the cup.

“Yah, Jungkook! Come here, I need you in my team right now!” Chanyeol yells.

Jungkook lets out a humourless laugh. “Has Eunwoo not been good enough?”

Eunwoo sends a glare his way. “Chanyeol’s just taking everything too seriously.”

Jungkook rolls up his sleeve. “Too good that I’m also competitive.”

~

When Jungkook has enough of beer pong after carrying his team every round, he sits down next to you, pulling you to his lap.

You were just talking with Jisoo about the newest Dior collection, but she leaves the two of you alone with a knowing smile.

Jungkook swiftly takes the partially filled cup from your grasp and places it on the table. “You’ve had plenty to drink tonight.”

“I didn’t drink that much.” You don’t know exactly how much you drank because maybe you had too much to count, but you won’t tell him.

Jungkook cocks his head. He doesn’t need you to tell him to know.

“Get up.” His palms push your lower back.

“Huh?” You play with his necktie, leaning closer to his body. “For what?”

A crooked, entertained smirk crosses his face. “For what?” he scoffs.

His tatted arm snakes around you, his rolled-up sleeve flaunting the pretty inked lines adorning his skin. Jungkook grips you close to him. He angles your face down, his lips brushing over the sensitive part of your neck until he reaches your ear.

“Gonna fuck your brainless in my car. That’s why.”

His voice has got that pretty husky rasp you love so much. Tingles spread everywhere, especially your pussy. Jungkook sucks your earlobe between his teeth, and you think you can feel his smile when an unintended moan bubbles up your throat. You squirm in his lap.

“Someone’s got excited,” he teases as his hands run up your thigh, thumb disappearing underneath the white material of your skirt.

“Don’t.” Your fingers fly to his wrist. “There are people.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Now you care about people watching?”

Your lips pull together in a confused pout.

“You never notice, do you?” He decided against sneaking his finger further between your legs. Instead, he smoothens the hiked-up fabric of your skirt, though there is not much to adjust. It’s a skimpy skirt, it barely covers you.

“Notice what?” Your sparkly heels distract you and you move your feet around, watching every crystal glitter. “You’re being confusing, Koo.”

“I’m not being confusing,” he denies.

“Yes, you are.” You shift your gaze to him. A subtle crease appears between your brows. “You told me you didn’t have time for a silly Halloween party and yet you showed up.”

Jungkook dislikes seeing you upset. He really does. It creates this unexplainable feeling of protectiveness that sits right behind his rib – annoying and intolerable, coupled with a hint of guilt. But seeing your tipsy form upset delights him the tiniest bit.

“I was able to finish off early,” he explains. “Thought I’d join you, ‘cause you wanted me to.”

“And you were pretty mean to Eunwoo.”

“He can fuck off. I really don’t care about him.” His tongue peaks out as he swipes it over his bottom lip, teeth biting at the skin with furrowed brows.

“You’re such a meanie sometimes.” You run your fingers over his eyebrows, relaxing them.

“Want me to show you how mean I can be?” He tilts his head, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“You can’t be mean to me,” you say, shaking your head as your fingers settle on his broad shoulders. “Been good today.”

“You’ve been driving me insane tonight.”

“Me? What did I do?”

Jungkook rises to his feet with you, and you stagger a little at the sudden movement, but he keeps a safe arm around you. “Always so clueless,” he mumbles as he leads you through the crowd.

“___!” someone yells your name.

You stop when you see Karina rushing towards you.

“I’ve been looking for you all night!” She hands you a drink

You look at her through apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m leaving already. I’ll see you soon!”

Jungkook takes the drink from you after you had a sip and downs the whole thing. He tosses the cup into a near trashcan as you step out of the house.

“Oh, no. I told Eunwoo I’d give him my number,” you remember. “Lemme go back.”

But Jungkook’s hand on the small of your back remains firm.

“He’s not stupid. He’ll find a way to contact your manager.” Jungkook is pissed and you’re not quite sure if you heard it right, but you think he adds a small “Doesn’t need my wife’s number.”.

“Can you imagine me in a drama?” You giggle as you think about it. “Would you watch it?” You turn your head. “You don’t like watching dramas.”

“Of course, I’d watch it. Immediately.”

Your eyes spark up and Jungkook wants to have this image of your forever ingrained in his memory. A literal angel staring at him as if he was the one that hung up the stars.

You stumble over your heels when you refuse to look ahead, pretty eyes still admiring him. “Careful, love.” He quickly steadies you.

He unlocks his car when you reach it and opens the door to the backseat for you. But instead, you pull open the passenger door and bend over to open the glove compartment.

“Are there condoms left here?”

You search for the familiar package, but Jungkook hurriedly pulls you back, shutting it closed along with the car door.

“Nothing left,” he replies. “Get in the backseat.”

As you get into the car and settle on your back, you ponder, “Didn’t realise how many times we’ve fucked in the car.”

You're not particularly interested in cars, but in rare – or apparently not so rare – moments like these, you appreciate the spaciousness of Jungkook’s G-Wagon.

Before Jungkook joins you in the car, he scans the surroundings, vigilant for any lingering onlookers. He doesn’t need you on the front page of every media outlet again. You’ve had enough of that lately, and that darn Instagram Story of yours likely fuelled the gossip mill again.

Jungkook barely uses social media. You’re the only reason he has the apps on his phone. He doesn’t follow anyone except you, only has your notifications on. During a short break he mindlessly clicked on the Instagram notification, expecting a cute picture of your angel outfit – you had texted him complaining about your ruined Barbie dress and he suggested you could use the angel wings he once saw you carrying into your wardrobe.

Safe to stay he expected everything, but a picture with fucking Eunwoo wearing fucking matching costumes.

As hours passed by, his anger didn’t simmer; instead, it prompted his decision to make a swift trip to the dollar store and join you at the party.

“You tend to conveniently forget when you’re a needy brat.”

“It’s ´cause I’m not a brat,” you reply with a huff, yanking at his tie. “Just a bit needy sometimes.”

“Hmm, just a bit needy?” His knuckle follows along your jaw, teasing you with his gentle touches and the mock sympathy seeping from his tone.

You look so cute lying here for him, with the angel wings peeking from your sides and the little sparkly pins adorning your hair. He just wants to fuck you silly.

You nod pliantly. An innocent smile blossoms on your face.

Jungkook’s hand disappears under the ruffles of your skirt, middle finger sliding over your pussy. You gasp, body twitching at the sudden touch.

“So wet already?” he sneers. “All for me?”

You grind your pussy against him, hungry for more.

“And so greedy for me.” He spreads your pussy lips, gently rubbing the pad of his finger over your sensitive clit. Jungkook moves your skirt up and an immediate glint surfaces in his eyes. “So pretty.” He slips two fingers in, smirking when you shake beneath him. “Baby’s sensitive, huh?”

He pumps his fingers into you and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. The alcohol running through your veins heightens your sensitivity to his touch. Everywhere he touches leaves a shimmering trail of tingles, enveloping your body in a cloud of euphoria, a sensation both fuzzy and dreamy.

“I want you.” You reach for his cock, but Jungkook seizes your wrist.

“Did I say you could touch?” His voice drips with condescension.

You weakly shake your head, a frustrated whine accompanying it.

“Use your big girl words.” His fingers stop moving and he completely removes them when you remain silent. “C’mon,” he urges, growing more impatient.

“No, you didn’t,” you sulk. Even dare to look at him through a frown.

“You don’t get to do anything," he tells you. He loses hie tie, wraps it around your wrist in a swift, practiced motion and ties them above your head. “Just lie there and look pretty for me.” He pulls his pants and briefs down, stroking his hard cock before he teasingly nudges his tip against your clit.

You watch him play with your pussy and you’re unable to keep the desperate moans from leaving your mouth, eagerly waiting until he aligns his cock to your entrance, slowly filling you up with his entire length. A throaty moan reverberates when he’s all the way in.

“Pussy’s so good at taking me.”

A gasp leaves your mouth as he stretches you out. “So good,” you mumble.

Jungkook waits until he knows you’re used to h is size before he starts moving his hips.

Your tits move in the confines of your corset. Jungkook’s head dips down and you feel his tongue slide over the swell of your boobs that peek out, teeth slightly grazing over your skin.

“Don’t bite,” you utter between moans.

But Jungkook does exactly that. Even sucks on your skin a little bit.

“You think you have a say on anything?” His hand squeezes your face. Traces of petulance lie in your eyes. His other hand grips your hips, fingers buried in your skin to fuck you fast.

It’s almost ridiculous how fast Jungkook gets you to your high. He knows exactly what to do to get your walls clamp around his cock, begging him to give you just a little bit more to push you off the edge.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, eyes falling closed as you the pleasure builds up in your tummy.

But then Jungkook suddenly stops moving. You open your eyes to find Jungkook smirking at your trembling body, amused when a shaky breath escapes you.

“Why would you do that? I was close!”

He pulls his cock out, tapping it over your clit.

“Hmm, no idea why I would do that?” he asks, pushing his cock back into your pussy in one swift motion.

“I haven’t done anything,” you say meekly, staring at the way he slowly fucks you. He could make you cum so easily.

Jungkook sniffs a laugh. “Can’t recall anything bad you did?”

He picks up on his pace and you can’t think at all, barely able to shake your head as more breathless moans fly past your lips.

“Posting a couple costume picture online? Fuck, ___ what were you thinking?” He hooks his hands underneath your thighs, pulling them up to fuck deeper. “Wanted everyone talking about you two? Wanted to piss me off?”

“No,” you whine. “Didn't mean it that way. We- we didn’t plan on it at all. Just – when we saw each other it was really funny, and I just took a pic of it.” You’re a babbling mess at this point, the ability to form comprehensible sentences gone once Jungkook sticked his cock in you.

“I don’t fucking care,” he curses. “You know how people perceive this stuff.”

“You don’t... don’t think it was a silly coincidence?”

Jungkook is flush against you. Your nails dig into your palms at how deep his cock is buried in you.

“I should find it silly?” A deep glower settles on his face and in a sick, naughty way it turns you on, making your pussy involuntarily squeeze around his cock. “Fuck, ___, do you wanna cum at all?”

“No, please,” you fuss desperately. “Wanna cum.”

“Then start behaving. Quit being a brat.”

“I am good,” you try to convince him.

Jungkook shakes his head in dismissal. “Put on an angel costume and yet you’re such a dirty girl.”

While you may not encapsule the right persona regarding the angel outfit, Jungkook undoubtedly fucks you like the devil. So mean and selfish, teasing and cursing at you.

“Wanna be – wanna be good for daddy.”

“Yeah?” he breathes, hand travelling up your body until it reaches your throat. “Then don’t disappoint me.” With his shiny Rolex around his wrist, he wraps his fingers around you, squeezing the tiniest bit. You feel the familiar outline of his wedding ring press to your skin.

Your legs wrap around him and you try not to poke him with your heels, but tears obstruct your view and you can barely control yourself, the aching feeling to come undone is back in your tummy.

“Jungkook,” you utter between little desperate puffs. “Wanna cum so bad.”

“Only when I allow you to.” Jungkook looks down at your defeated, crushed face with a smug smirk. “Can do that, right? My wife’s capable of that, hmm?”

Your eyes flutter shut. A single tear rolls down the corner of your eye. “Yes, I – I can wait.”

“That’s my good girl.” He leans closer, whispering it into your ear. “Cock so good it’s making you cry, huh?” His lips press to the corner your eye and he kisses your tear away.

The more he talks and whispers dirty word into your ear, the harder it becomes to resist the temptation to pull yourself back and cum on his dick. But you want to be good for Jungkook, want to hear him praise you for being a patient girl.

“Slow down, please.” Your bound wrists unconsciously attempt to free themselves, but Jungkook’s knot is too tight for you to undo it. You’ll cum soon if he continues at this pace.

“Nuh-uh.” He denies firmly. “You can take it. Show me how good you are.” His fingers dig deeper into your throat and your eyes open again. His brows are furrowed, an angry flush tinting his cheeks. “That’s it. Look at me – look at me when you cum.”

It crosses your mind to secretly cum, but Jungkook’s got a knack for spotting your telltale signs, so it wouldn’t be that sneaky after all. You did try to do that once though. You couldn’t properly sit the next day.

Jungkook swipes his tongue over his thumb before he slips his hand between your legs and starts to slowly circle your clit. A devilish grin sparks up his face.

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?”

“Please.”

“Wanna cum all over my cock?” His thumb moves faster. “Make a little mess?”

“Yes,” you pant. Pleasure seeps through your entire body and the effort to ignore the feeling becomes so exhausting, more tears fill your eyes.

“Then cum for me,” Jungkook demands, keeping a gentle trace in his voice. His gaze remains on your face and he watches you with greedy eyes as you come undone beneath him.

It happens almost instantly, like a string that snapped. You’re body shakes as your orgasm rumbles through you and you’re so sensitive you want to yank his hand away fromyour clit, but Jungkook enjoys seeing your writhe way too much to stop playing with your nub.

Shaky breaths escape you. Jungkook fucks you slower now, still rolling his hips into you with precision to hit your sweet spot.

“Doing so good, love.” The hand on your throat moves to your face, swiping away the tears. “So good for me.”

And just as you’re about to tell him you’re too sensitive, Jungkook removes his finger from your clit and pulls his cock out. He sits down and pats your thigh. “Come here.”

Despite being tired from just cumming, you’re hungry for him just by the sight of Jungkook stroking his cock. You move to sit on your thighs, tied up hands on your lap.

Jungkook gathers your hair in his hand before he moves your head down. “Open wide,” he instructs, guiding his wet cock into your mouth.

You taste yourself on his dick as your slide your tongue around him. Jungkook is close to cumming. You can feel it in the way his he impatiently pushes your head further down his cock.

“Gonna cum in your mouth.” Tiny moans fill your ear and you take as much of him inside your mouth as you can. “Fuck, just like that.”

Your mouth fills with hot, salty cum and you continue bobbing your head up and down, getting every drop of it.

“Good girl.” Jungkook pulls you away from his cock. You swallow his load as you look at him. He hums approvingly. “Wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, untying the know from your wrists. He rubs his fingers over the red marks.

“I’m fine. Didn’t hurt.” Your eyes close when he pecks your forehead.

After he pulls up his pants and briefs, Jungkook checks his phone. His fingers are quick as he types something.

“Who’s texting you at this hour,” you ask, curiously peeking over his arm.

“Just work. I left a bit abruptly.” He tucks his phone away before you can read anything.

Before more questions can leave your lips, he meets yours in a sweet kiss.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, patting your hair to tame the mess on your head. “Once we’re home, I’m gonna give your ass the attention it hasn’t got yet.”

[moonstruckme]

hiiii !!! i hope ur having a good day :) i was wondering if u would like writing smth with tasm peter or remus x reader where reader has some specific exams that r very important for her (peter/remus doesnt have them) and shes just so anxious about it and has a lot of academic anxiety overall and isnt good at talking about it and peter or remus just comforts her and stuff? sorry if u dont like it tho u dont have to do it !! :)

Thanks for requesting ml!

cw: academic anxiety

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Peter’s not sure if you’ve realized how dark it is outside. He comes back from dinner with his Aunt May to find you in the exact same spot he left you, the bright light from your laptop beaming onto your face and making your features look severe and ghoulish. It’s the only light in the apartment. 

“Hey,” you say dimly. 

“Hey.” Peter stoops over the back of the couch, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and smooching your cheek. He squints into the glaring white of the practice questions on your screen. “How’s it going?” 

You hum, noncommittal. 

“Mm.” Peter squeezes your shoulders sympathetically, then gets up to grab the leftovers he’s brought from May’s. “Did you get something to eat?” 

“Yeah,” you say distantly, clicking something. 

“Really?” He turns to look around. There’s no evidence of cooking, no takeout containers on the coffee table, no dishes in the sink. It’s not that Peter doesn’t believe you, but he doesn’t. “What’d you have?” 

“Sounds great, babe.” 

He blinks. “Huh? I asked what you ate.” 

“Yeah,” you scroll a bit, clicking to the next page, “I’m sure May loved that.” 

A laugh startles out of him, and that’s what gets your attention. You look up, bemused. 

“Sweetheart.” Peter looks at you meaningfully, a smile still tempting his lips. “Have you eaten dinner yet?” 

You shake your head. “No. Why?” 

“Because I brought you leftovers,” he says, going to the microwave and popping them in. “But when I asked a second ago, you said yes.” 

“Oh.” Peter punches a minute into the microwave, and when the buzzing starts he looks over at you. You’re looking a bit embarrassed, but your gaze is already migrating back towards your laptop. “Sorry, I’m not great at splitting my focus.” 

“That’s okay.” He crosses the room to you, sitting on the coffee table so your knees are bracketed by his. “You’ve been studying for a long time today, huh?” 

Really, you’ve been studying for an ungodly amount of time every day for the past few weeks. It had started manageable, an hour a day to help prepare for this big exam you’ve got coming up, but as the date of the test grew closer Peter could sense you becoming almost frantic. You steadily increased your study time in what seems to him like a fruitless quest to become one hundred percent prepared by the time of the exam. These last few days, you’ve hardly let your laptop out of your sight. He’s convinced you must be dreaming of practice questions. 

You nod, looking exhausted. Peter reaches forward to rub a thumb under your eye. It’s tinged slightly red, and he’s willing to bet it burns from staring at your screen for so long. 

“You ready for a break?” he asks. 

You nod with a sigh, shutting your laptop screen. The microwave beeps, and Peter sets a hand on your leg to tell you to stay sitting while he gets it. The plate is warm in his hands. You inhale the steam as he passes it to you, eyes shutting contentedly. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe May did her brussel sprouts and I didn’t even show.” 

“She missed you,” Peter admits, “but she got that you had to study.” 

“Thanks,” you tell him, situating the plate on your lap and skewering a brussel sprout onto your fork. 

The first few bites go down greedily, but soon you slow your pace. Peter sits while you eat in silence. This reticence is unusual for you, but he knows there’s any number of things it could be attributed to; hunger or exhaustion are at the top of that list. Still, there’s a look in your eyes that tells him you’ve gone somewhere else. 

“Hey,” he says, and you turn. “You wanna talk about it?” 

You give him a puzzled look, hand coming up to cover your full mouth. “About what?” 

“About the test,” Peter replies patiently. He sets a hand on your shoulder, rubbing at your tensed muscles. “You’re flipping out, pretty girl.” 

You scoff, but it’s weak and you know it. “I am not flipping out,” you say.

Peter could point to about a dozen things which indicate that you’re wrong, but he’s not trying to argue with you. “It’s okay if you are,” he says instead, wincing when his thumb digs into a sensitive knot in your shoulder and you flinch. “Sorry. Just, I know this is a big deal for you.” 

“It is a big deal,” you agree, looking down at your plate as you chase another brussel sprout, “but I’m fine. It’s normal to get nervous about big exams.” 

“Just because it’s normal doesn’t mean you have to deal with it,” he tells you. 

You don’t respond, maintaining your quiet even after Peter sees you swallow. He squints, ducking his head to look you in the eye. It’s obvious by the way you avoid him that you hear the faults in your own logic. You start to worry you lip. 

“I’m not trying to criticize you,” he says gently, thumbing it from between your teeth. “I just want you to tell me what you need. Do you want to talk about it? Or we could talk about something else, or watch a movie or something.” He juts further into your eyeline, and this time you look back at him. His thumb drops down to your chin. “Let me help, bub.” 

You look suddenly cracked open. More vulnerable than he’s seen you in awhile, and for a second Peter worries you might cry. “Can we watch a movie?” you ask. 

“Yeah.” Relief makes the word breathy. He punctuates it with a kiss to your forehead. “That sounds great. You wanna cuddle too?” 

You nod and eat some more of your dinner. “I might fall asleep,” you warn.

Peter grins. He always teases you for falling asleep during movies, but secretly he loves it. There’s something intrinsically peaceful about holding you against him, warm and heavy, while he watches, only to fill you in on what had happened to every character when you wake up and start asking questions. 

“I think you’ve earned it,” he says. 

You shrug like you don’t disagree, and set to finishing off your brussel sprouts while Peter gets up to make popcorn. You do fall asleep, not even ten minutes into the movie. Peter pulls you closer to him and watches the rest with his cheek resting atop your head

[mydearesthrry]

i loveddd the musician reader blurb 🥹🥹 would loveee to see more

a/n: I LOVED WRITING IT THANK U FOR THIS ANON. enjoy my babies <3 i have an fc for musician!yn x har and its gonna be gracie abrams :p

warnings: nonesies, fluff!!

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“hey, h?” Y/N called from her spot on the sofa, her laptop on her lap as she scrolled through the files for her next project, entitled five seconds flat.

“yeah, baby?” he shouted back, his footsteps soon following his words as he walked through their house, sitting next to Y/N when he arrived. “whats wrong?”

“um, to be honest, i- i don’t even really know. i just think something’s missing from here,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “like, i love it so far, but it’s missing something. i think it’s missing it’s ‘overarching love’ song. which is really stupid because this album has so many love songs.”

“not really.” he replied simply, shrugging and looking at her.

“what do you mean? there’s tons!”

“really? like what? go through the tracklist, baby.”

she rolled her eyes, mumbling a ‘fine!’, before pulling up the tracklist. “see! um, all my ghosts, what a shame? kinda?”

“exactly.” he stated, giggling at his wife.

“you’re so annoying. can you help me? please?”

he scoffs playfully, “as if i didn’t produce nearly the entire thing f’you, but sure.”

“okay, so i’m thinking of a poem that i wrote a long time ago called lame, and i wanna work on that. it was right before i told you i loved you.”

after cracking open y/n’s journal and flipping through the pages, they had finally had a song.

“fucking finally, holy shit!” she shouted, clapping as she collapsed on harry who laid sprawled on the couch.

“y’still gotta record it, m’precious wife,” he giggled. “and find a feature. since we decided that’s what we’re doing, f’some reason.”

“fuck my life,” she groaned, twisting in her spot to attach her cheek to his chest, hair fanning out around her and nearly tickling his nose. “why can’t you do it with me?”

“no.”

“harry,”

“no.”

“harry!”

“no, dude!”

“harry,” his wife stressed, holding the ‘y’. “pretty please? i’ll do that thing you like with my mouth?” she offered, knowing he wouldn’t refuse that.

“oh my god, fine! but this is the first and last collab im doing!” he grumbled exasperatedly.

“thank you, oh my god!” she squealed, running over to him and jumping, legs wrapping around his legs and her arms crossing around his neck.

“whatever. better hold up your end of the bargain.” he rolled his eyes, his hypocritical hands coming down to rest on her waist.

she grinned, jumping down from him and placing her hands on his chest. blinking up at him owlishly, she ran her hands down his torso and murmured, “i plan to, handsome. i’ll even start right now.”

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[mosaickiwi]

Hi again! Hope you've been doing okay!

First off I just wanna say that you always deliver, I mean "Fall Unto Me"?? Four part+an epilogue of me being torn between wanting to baul my eyes out and wanting to melt into a puddle from the feels :')

But as for the request, could I ask for Angel and [REDACTED] redecorating his appartment? Getting rid of the gaudy furniture once and for all!

Don't forget to drink water and take breaks whenever you need to! My brain is also 105% filled with this skrunkly but the trick is to keep two neurons in a cell reserved for this >:] /silly

HEHE I’ve been ok! Hope you are too!! <3 thank u for appreciating my (deranged) brainrotting fic c: the suffering is my favorite part. I’m drinking lots of water cause summer hates my ass. 💖 Also sorry this is long I am clearly not winning at the "be normal" challenge.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Redecorating

“This one?”

The dark haired man peered at the laptop in your hands for a long moment. “It's… nice.”

“Yes…? You called the last three couches nice, too. Any other thoughts?” You gently goaded your partner.

Choosing new furniture with [REDACTED] was supposed to be easy. You'd pick something, and he'd agree. Except you wanted it to feel like home for both of you. He didn't have to say the mushy, obvious line: as long as you were there, it was home. So progress was challenging with some things. You were sitting together on the current couch—the ugly, lifeless one that came with his apartment for some reason. 

His brow crinkled as he searched for different words. Those soft blue eyes went back and forth across the screen until he said, “It’s cozy yet functional.”

“Did you just summarize the description to me?”

He confessed to the crime with a sigh. “Angel, all I think when I look at it is you. And how cute you'd look sitting on it. Like y’do right now.”

“I'm always cute. Focus on the couch, please. Not me,” you insisted.

“No promises.”

“Let's see…” You had to find some way to get through to them. An idea came to mind that you knew he wouldn't like very much, but you had to try. “Pretend we're not dating. Or maybe I don't exist? You come home—don't make that face! I said pretend—so, you come home after a very terrible day and you see this couch. Is it nice then?”

[REDACTED] still made that face as he answered you. “Annoying as fuck to clean.”

It was progress. You didn't want to dwell on why that would be what they thought about after getting home. “Did the first one I showed you seem annoying to clean?”

“Mm... a bit.” They reached forward to change the webpage back for another look. “Y’never showed me these.” 

You leaned over to see what he was talking about. There were a few humongous bean bag chairs on the furniture wish list you’d made. “I just thought they looked fun to take a nap in. But I’m not sure we’d both fit, so it’d be silly," you explained and tapped the mouse to continue skimming through your other selections. “We can think about the couch later. I found some wall art that doesn’t look like it came from a dentist’s office.”

His eyes carefully followed the scrolling page until the bean bags disappeared at the bottom of the screen, but he didn’t protest.

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The new furniture had arrived—and been efficiently assembled by your boyfriend, despite your protest—while you were at the library, so you were excited to get home. [REDACTED] held one hand over your eyes as he unlocked the apartment’s door.

“I already know what all the furniture looks like, Ren.” Even so, you didn’t wave their hand away.

You could hear the door click as he guided you into the foyer. “I may have added a few extra things,” he hummed while you blindly struggled and failed to take off your shoes. “Actually… close your eyes f’me.”

“O—kayy?!” Just as you closed your eyes the floor slipped away under you, replaced by familiar arms cradling you to their chest. His quiet footsteps barely echoed against the marble as you got your wits about you. The living room wasn’t that far, so you were certain where he took you without seeing anything. You just didn’t know where exactly in the room.

They turned and came to a stop, rooted in place for a moment as if thinking to themself. “Y’gonna scream if I drop you?” 

“...Yes. Maybe.”

Without another word he let go. There wasn’t enough time to scream as you immediately landed against plush fabric with the faint crinkle of something below it. The fabric crinkled some more as you felt your shoes being taken off.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” you asked. You could already tell what one of the ‘extra things’ was. It felt like heaven.

“Sure, love.” Their voice was a little farther away than you expected. Probably from hurrying to put your shoes in the closet.

You found yourself nestled on one side of the room, with a perfect view of his handiwork.

A couch that was easy to clean, in a color you insisted he decide on, draped with a luxurious looking blanket that wasn’t in your list. A coffee table with rounded corners so they wouldn’t keep hitting their leg on it. Some wall art of Attack on Giants—with extra pieces from a show you sort of recognized, but definitely suited the man's tastes. A few shelves to show off merchandise from another of your favorites. And the enormous, navy blue bean bag he’d so rudely dropped you in moments ago.

Your darling hacker stepped in from the foyer and tossed their hoodie onto the new couch. “Everything good?” he asked, piercings pulling up in a smile.

“I think I love it.” Your eyes scanned the room again and eventually landed on the pictures. “And I love that you added your own stuff.” It didn’t seem to be a clone of your apartment that he just happened to live in, like you worried about. “What about you?”

“S’better than before. ‘Course, the best part is that I don’t have t’see some shitty couch when I open the door—I get to come home to you, trapped in a bean bag.” He stood up and walked over, eyeing you playfully from above. “Comfortable?”

You nodded, then immediately yelped when he fell forwards. Just before you were squished, he caught himself on tattooed arms, caging you in the crinkly, soft material. You only felt some of their weight on you like a heavy blanket. A soft laugh slipped past your lips as he got comfortable himself, clinging to you as best he could while you both sank further into the depths of the bean bag. It’d be impossible to get out.

You wiggled your legs, straining to even find the damn floor. No doubt a futile effort, you had to sigh, “At least we both fit on it."

[REDACTED] didn’t speak, already yawning from the exhaustion of setting everything up before meeting you at work. The walk to and from the library certainly didn’t do him any favors, either. In a matter of seconds, he was fast asleep in what surely felt akin to a nest, all four lanky limbs wrapped around you like a snake.

[pepsiboyy]

HEARTSTRINGS. - p3

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pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: after moving to massachusetts from florida, y/n lives with her half brother, nathan doe, who is part of a small garage band. their sassy guitarist, chris sturniolo, can't help but get on her nerves. but there's something about him. warnings: use of y/n lol, cursing, angstttt a/n: i hope u guys enjoy this part a lil bitttt <3 thanks for all ur love and support !!!

"should we run it again?"

i looked at nate as he removed his hat from his head to fix his hair and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

a soft groan left my lips as i pulled out my phone and began scrolling.

"if you're that annoyed, you can leave. we aren't holding you hostage or anything." chris responded, and i blinked a few times as i stuck out my tongue in response. "wow, very mature of you." chris chuckled.

i turned back to nate and hummed as i sat up, gently brushing off my pants as i stood from the dusty seat. "i'd love to keep listening. i'll just need a tylenol before i come back out. where could i find that?" i turned to nate, who nodded and smiled softly.

"there's some in my bedroom in the second drawer on the right side."

"awesome, thanks. i'll be back." i waved at them all, and made my way out of the garage and up the stairs to nate's room. my dad and his wife had definitely fallen asleep, so i made sure to stay quiet.

gently, i pushed open the door to nate's room and smiled softly at the warm and homey appearance. yes, i had been in his room, but not much, and it reminded me of my room at home in some ways. it's just very... him.

i stepped towards the drawer he mentioned and took out the pill bottle, carefully pouring two into my hand and shutting it. i set the bottle back into the drawer, but before i could leave, my eyes lingered on the extra items laying on nate's fully made bed.

after staring at it for uncomfortably long, i realized the pile was chris' belongings, as he spent the night here last night. hell, the kid practically lived here.

but what i couldn't seem to take my eyes off of was the fully opened notebook that sat against the pillows with a pen sitting between the pages.

don't do it, y/n.

but nate said chris writes amazing lyrics, and i had been curious ever since.

and last night chris wrote a ton, right?

maybe he would want a second opinion.

no he doesn't.

but curiosity.

i stepped towards the book and gently took a seat against the comforter, pulling the book into my lap and biting my lip.

upon turning to the pages with the pen tucked between, the last thing i expected to see was decent handwriting. but chris' was nice.

i stared blankly before i sighed and began reading a few of the lines.

beneath the surface, where the truth hides, lies a story of betrayal, where love dies. your words cut deep, like a jagged knife, but i'll use the pain to fuel my fight.

i'm a phoenix in the flames, rising from the ashes, broken but unbroken, as my spirit clashes. no longer chained by your deceitful game, i'll scream my truth, reclaiming my name.

i narrowed my eyes at the lyrics as i felt something in my chest turn. who hurt this kid?

i turned the pages and blinked a few times, beginning to read again.

in the silence after storms, we find peace, a fragile truce, where conflicts cease. you push me away, yet pull me near, in this tangled web-

"nate sent me to see if you got-"

i shot my head up as my eyes went wide, slamming the book shut in my lap and fully sending it behind me.

"what are you doing?" chris questioned as he stepped towards me, his eyebrows knitting closer.

i took a deep breath and quickly shook my head. "nothing," i squeaked out, as i stood up.

"were you looking through my book..?" chris questioned, but something about the tone of his voice.. i couldn't really pinpoint what he was feeling.

i had seen him jokingly upset, sure, but this was... something about his tone was so..

genuine.

"i'm sorry, it was opened, and i was just-"

"didn't you ever learn not to snoop in people's shit?" chris stated firmly as he stepped towards the book that was now on the floor. he picked it up and gently brushed it off, his bangs now covering his eyes.

i blinked a few times and frowned. "well, it was opened, and.. i don't really know, i was curious-"

chris gritted his teeth as he stepped towards me, his eyes such a pale shade of blue. i blinked a few times as our faces were now inches apart, guilt running through my body.

"there's shit in this book that i don't even let nate read, you know that?" he mumbled as he stared at me.

i felt tears in my eyes. i never really took being yelled at too well.

"keep your nose out of my personal shit, y/n. i fucking mean it."

chris stated before he grabbed his things and left nate's room.

and by his things, i mean his entire bag with his belongings.

he was going home.

i stared at the door for a few minutes as i felt myself crumble. why am i so stupid? i looked at the tylenol that was in my hand the whole time and tossed it into the trash, as my sweaty hands kind of made it all gross anyways.

i figured nate would get the hint that i had decided to go to bed, so i went to my room and bit my lip, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to escape my eyes.

carefully i shut and locked my door before laying in bed, covering my self in my blankets.

why did this bother me so much? why did chris yelling at me, genuinely, get to my head so badly?

normally, i would have snapped back and probably said something i would have regretted in response, but this was my fault. and i knew it.

i had caused chris to become angry, and that was my fault.

i shakily sighed and stared at my ceiling.

how stupid of me.

well, at least today is friday. i wouldn't have to see chris again until tuesday, unless he decided to come by again. but i doubt it. not after my snooping ass got caught reading his heartfelt lyrics.

three knocks on my door took me out of my thoughts as i lifted my head and scrambled to my feet to unlock it.

"hey," nate stated softly from the doorway, and i smiled at him. "you look fucking gross, did you end up taking anything last night? i wanted to make sure you were still alive in here."

i scoffed and looked down as i shook my head and opened the door a bit more. "mmm... sorry. i just got really tired last night and-"

"have you been crying?" nate questioned as he leaned a little closer to me, which i quickly shoved him and shook my head.

"no, i just.. haven't slept much."

"you said you were tired last night, right?"

i bit my lip as i looked down.

"y/n, what happened?" nate questioned softly, and i shrugged as i looked away.

"i um.. upset chris i think?"

i think. what are you even saying, you literally got screamed at.

"how so?" nate asked as he gently took my hand and guided me to sit down against my bed, where i did and he sat beside me to listen closely.

"uhh.. well i was getting the tylenol, and i found an open book and got curious and read it-"

"oooh y/n-" nate chuckled and shook his head. "you don't do that. but i'm sure chris will get over it."

i bit my lip and looked at him. "well, i don't know, nate. he kind of cussed me out for it."

nate's expression altered, just slightly, as he thought of chris even doing such a thing. "man, i'm sorry. i never took him as a guy to react that way." he moved to rest a hand on my back.

i quickly shook my head and smiled reassuringly. "no, there's no reason for you to apologize. it's my fault, i just think he was shocked, and i'm sure there's personal stuff in there. and i don't know him that well."

nate nodded with each thing i had mentioned, listening closely as he sighed and stood up. "well, you'll be okay. you don't have to see him again until tomorrow anyways."

"tomorrow?" i stared at nate in disbelief, my jaw now hanging.

"tomorrow." nate smiled brightly. "you get a day to yourself!"

"can you two even go a weekend without seeing one another?" i scoffed as i stood up and stretched my arms.

"not at all."

"get out." i chuckled as i pointed to the door, which nate walked towards with a cheeky smile.

chris pov

my eyes remained closed as i allowed my hat to rest over my eyes, my legs crossed and my hand against my chest as my other allowed my pointer finger and thumb to pinch the bridge of my nose.

"chris, i'm telling you. you overreacted. you need to apologize." nick stated, his eyes glued to me as i groaned and sighed deeply.

"nick, she read my book. what would she have done if i hadn't caught her?" my eyes remained closed.

"i don't know, chris, maybe she would have just set the book back down. most she would have done was told you they were well written. you want her to stick it up her ass or something?"

"nick!" i scolded, sitting up as my hat flung into my lap, my hands now rubbing my face.

"you'll regret it more and more the longer you keep this going. it'll make things worse every time you go over there. she lives there now, chris." nick stated as he scoot closer to me, rubbing my back gently.

truth was, the moment i saw this girl i was fucking in love with her.

from the way her hair looked, the way she dressed, her attitude (while it got on his nerves sometimes) was fucking adorable.

i admire the way she talks, the way she acts, and i can't stop thinking about her. genuinely.

her brother is my best friend. i never expected this cliche shit to happen to me.

"chris."

i turned to nick and sighed as i shook my head quickly. "yeah whatever," i mumbled quickly after realizing i had tuned out an entire rant from him, "i'm getting a pepsi."

y/n pov

happy saturday.

or something.

i sat at the kitchen table with my fingers in my lap. i didn't want to sit in the living room with nate and chris with the fear that chris would say something to me, or even worse look at me.

nate knew how i felt, and even told me i could go upstairs if i wanted. after all, i live here too, and it's up to me what i do, he said.

chris stood from the couch and made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. i kept my head down. i noticed nate leave to use the restroom and mentally started cursing at him.

this is so fucking awkward i can't take it.

"can we talk later?"

chris' voice ripped me from my aggressive thoughts towards nate and instead caused me to focus on chris.

i never really got a good look at him today.

his hair was a bit messy, but looked great. he had on a baggy tee and some baggy jeans, his converse tied loosely.

he looked great.

shut the fuck up, y/n, are you crazy?

"yeah of course," i quickly responded, and chris stared at me for a moment before nodding. he seemed unsure about something, but i quickly shrugged it off as he made his way back to the living room to sit and wait for nate to come back.

what did he have to say? was he going to scream at me more? apologize?

i shook my head and turned to my phone, where i allowed myself to doomscroll in the meantime.

the pit in my chest began to shallow with each thought and hope that chris would clear things up with me later.

and through it all, i can't seem to stop thinking about him.

this is terrible.

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[slytherinshua]

CALM IN THE STORM

genre. fluff. comfort. warnings. crying. thunderstorms. ig anxiety mention? pairing. jungwon x fem!reader. wc. 2k. a/n. happiest birthday to @edensgardenn, this fic is for u ml 🫶 i hope u like it!! ^^

“It’s supposed to rain tonight— are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back now? We can end the study session early.” Jungwon asked from the doorway. You were seated at his desk, filling in a practice test for your chem class. 

“No, it’s fine. I want to finish this.” You replied without even glancing away from the page, careful to not disrupt your perfect flow of concentration. After weeks of review and studying, the questions were finally making sense, and you wanted to be sure to get at least a 90% right on the practice test before the real thing in 2 days.

Jungwon wanted to insist, but he also didn’t want to interrupt you. The forecast really was calling for rain, a thunderstorm even. He didn’t like the thought of you walking back home in those conditions, even if it was just a couple blocks away. But, you were also so cutely focused on the piece of paper in front of you, flipping your pencil around to erase and adjust the model of an atom you were drawing.

Jungwon, in general, was timid, and maybe a little bit of a pushover. This definitely showed when he was around you, to the extent that his friends Jake and Sunghoon said that he was positively whipped for you. A little crush was all he was willing to admit to, but deep down he knew he was willing to do practically anything you asked. He liked to see the smile on your face when your plans worked out.

He liked to see you smile because of him.

Jungwon went back into the kitchen to finish cutting up apples as a snack. He knew you were prone to forget to eat when you were focused on something. It was these little habits that he loved to take note of and try to help with.

He arranged the slices of apple with care, lips pursed as he looked at the plate. Then he shook his head and started to rearrange them again before he was satisfied. He was quiet walking back to his bedroom where you were working, making sure that if something broke your concentration, it wouldn't be him.

You smiled and mumbled a small thank you as he placed the plate down— a reaction that Jungwon would never get tired of. As you sighed and stretched your arms to work out the aches from sitting for hours, you first noticed that the apples were arranged in a heart shape around the plate, and that there was a small dollop of peanut butter in the centre of the heart.

“You’re so cheesy…” You whispered with an amused scoff as you bit into the piece of apple.

Jungwon's lips turned up into a giddy smile hearing your whispered comment, but he tried to hide it behind his phone. The room became quiet as you went back to studying and Jungwon started to scroll through his phone on the bed.

You quickly lost track of time as you went back to your notes, and Jungwon slowly dozed off when he got tired of looking at his phone. You finished studying for science and decided to review your unit in social studies before finally calling it a day. 

You let out a satisfied sigh. You had been incredibly productive during your study session and the payoff of your effort was an overflowing feeling of confidence when you thought about your upcoming exams. You stood up and stretched, a grin growing on your face at the sight of Jungwon sleeping on the bed.

You crouched beside him, admiring his pretty features even when he was sleeping. You reached out your hand and then hesitated. A piece of hair had fallen over his eye as he shifted slightly and you instinctively wanted to move it back into place. After a little consideration and a warm buzzing feeling growing in your stomach somehow urging you on, you reached forward again, this time gently brushing back the piece of hair to its rightful place.

You smiled— the last moment of peace and calm before a loud strike of thunder made you startle. The sound made you jump and a yelp of surprise escaped your throat. The commotion was loud enough to wake Jungwon up from his slumber. He sat up abruptly, blinking his eyes in shock before asking what happened and if you were okay in a hurried jumble of words. 

“I’m okay,” You nodded, a little tense, “I think.” 

“Get off the floor.” Jungwon said sheepishly, holding out his hand for you to grab onto to pull yourself up.

You sat next to him and relaxed your shoulders. You should have taken his advice from before and gone home early. You weren’t sure how you were going to walk home in this weather.

“Maybe I can… hail a taxi?” You questioned, glancing out the window to watch the ongoing storm before taking out your phone to check the time. It was already almost midnight. You stood up, “Either way I should try to get home quickly.”

Jungwon grabbed your hand to stop you. “No,” He said sternly, “Being outside during a storm like this isn’t safe.”

“But-” Another loud flash of lightning sounded and you tensed again.

“You hate loud noises, Y/n.” Jungwon reminded quietly, “Wouldn’t it be better if you stay?”

“Stay?! As in sleep over?” Your eyes widened as Jungwon nodded gently.

“I have a guest room for a reason…” 

You would've protested if it weren’t for the violent thunder that continued to rage outside. You gave in to Jungwon’s idea, and he started to run around the house to get you everything you could possibly need with the brightest smile on his face.

“Anything in the kitchen is up for grabs if you’re hungry. There’s new toothbrushes in the bathroom cabinet as well as untouched toothpaste and mouthwash if you don’t want to use mine- oh! And you can shower or take a bath if you need to. I washed the tub this morning, I promise it’s clean.” He rattled off as you dropped your backpack on the floor of the guest bedroom.

“Thank you, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You told him nervously. You couldn’t quite differentiate if your anxiety stemmed from the loud storm or the fact that Jungwon was gazing at you as if you hung the very stars in the sky— his lips curved up into the most breathtaking smile the heavens had ever witnessed and his adorable dimples taking their place on his cheeks to complement it all.

“Sleep well, Y/n. Just knock on my door if you need anything. Goodnight!” He grinned and walked back to his room.

You showered and did your usual nighttime hygiene without any problems. It was only when you laid down with the intention of sleeping that you faced your first predicament. 

The thunder was scaring you more than you had thought before.

When Jungwon was still in the room, you merely tensed a little when there was a particularly loud strike. But now that you were alone in the dark and unfamiliar guestroom, you felt frightened. 

The room somehow seemed 10 degrees chillier than Jungwon’s comfortable room. Maybe it was him and his warmth that made it seem that way. You tossed and turned, trying to wrap the blanket around your body to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. But with the storm in the background and nothing else to focus on, your anxiety built up until you were close to tears.

You tried one last time to close your eyes and escape into your dreams, but again, you failed as another strike of thunder reached your eardrums. It became impossible to hold back your tears anymore, and as they slipped down your cheeks, you slowly got yourself to walk down the hall to Jungwon’s room.

You knocked 3 times on his door, promising yourself that if he didn’t answer you would just go back to bed and force yourself to make it through the night. You were already staying over unplanned and you didn’t want to cause any more inconvenience to the boy you liked than you already were.

As soon as the door opened and a sleepy Jungwon stood on the other side of it, you were already moving to hug him. Jungwon, in his still drowsy state, was taken by surprise with your sudden closeness, but as soon as his foggy brain registered that he wasn’t dreaming and that you were in fact hugging him right now, his heart melted on the spot.

“W-what happened, Y/n?” He gulped, somehow gathering the courage to wrap his arms around you as well to reciprocate the hug. He had barely even held your hand before, let alone hug you so closely, and he felt as if he should’ve been given time to prepare for this.

It was hard to hear you completely since your words were getting muffled by the fabric of Jungwon’s hoodie, but he was able to make out “storm” and “scared” and “couldn’t sleep” and put the pieces together from there.

He smiled and lifted you up in his arms so he was carrying you. You let him, burying your face in the crook of his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you carefully to his bed, setting you down on it as if he was scared he would crack you.

“You don’t have a sweater, do you?” He asked. He had noticed the goosebumps on your arms and how cold your skin had felt moments earlier. You shook your head.

“Hm…” Jungwon hummed, looking in his closet amongst the hangers of jackets to find a crew-neck sweater. He tossed it to you once he found a suitable one and your cheeks burned once you realized that he had given this to you to wear. His sweater for you to wear.

“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep if I stay with you?” He questioned shyly.

“You mean sleep… together?” You asked, slipping into the sweater.

“Uh- I… I didn’t mean it like- Well-” Jungwon’s cheeks had never flushed such a bright red before.

“I don’t… mind.” You whispered quietly. You smiled at him, hoping that he might actually join you because the hug had ended too quickly and you had a need to stay cuddled up to him where you felt comfortable and safe for hours.

“Is this okay?” Jungwon asked, experimentally scooting a little closer to you, at a distance where he could hold your hand without having to reach at all.

“Yeah.”

“What about uh…” He questioned you with his eyes as he lifted the blanket to slip under it. You nodded again, ignoring how both of your cheeks are red as tomatoes, and the butterflies in both of your stomachs are having little dance parties.

Jungwon repeated those steps, always asking you before he does something, making sure that before anything else, you’re comfortable. And you continued to nod and give him affirmative answers until eventually you’re curled up against his chest again.

Being so close to him came with all the comfort the world could offer. Nothing could dare to touch you when you were wrapped safely in his arms, cheek resting against his chest, listening to his heart race from having you so close. 

You felt comfortable, and safe, and happy.

And even though the storm continues to thrash outside— raindrops falling heavily on the roof and thunder crashes startling you every couple minutes— you were able to close your eyes and eventually fall asleep.

When Jungwon noticed that you’d drifted off to sleep, he smiled and hugged you closer. He concludes that he must be on some sickenly-in-love high, because he swears he’s never had this much confidence in his life; but he somehow finds the confidence to bring his face down slightly, just enough to press his lips to your forehead for 3 short seconds, 3 seconds that felt like an eternity.

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Caregivers for age regressor Listener HC's

Was wondering if you could do some hcs of the boys (Charlie, Alphonse, Seth and Auron) being caregivers to their age regressor listeners?

When I started this I sent it to the person who asked! So I was able to see if I did it correctly. I hope this post does the ask justice!

Alphonse

Tries to not give in and give you snacks when you ask everytime. Bc you already ate so much but you ask so nicely and he crumbles

Your on a candy limit bc one time he accidently gave u too much in your little space. Hearing you whine about the tummy ache made him feel bad

Color pencils are at his house, and yours. Tries to find cute color pages online if you wanted a specific one when your in little space.

He's right next to you watching the kid cartoons while your snuggling up to your favorite blanket he got u.

Since there isn't a lot of shops in town he gets most of the toys u own online. Making sure to get your input!

When you try and speak in little space you messing up while saying a word has his heart.

He's sitting there trying not to giggle as he watches you whine. Bc you didn't want to take a nap. (But you ended up taking one bc u were sleepy)

Seth

Is panicking if he is doing his part correctly. But chills pit when you tell him he's the best

Is good at telling you no if you kept asking for more snacks after eating too much. Says you'll turn into a snack monster and get tummy aches.

Seth was able to get some plushies for you! There's one you really like and it's a mothman one. You use that when you take a nap in your little space.

Finds weird coloring pages online. Makes sure to stock on coloring utensils bc u make lots of drawings for him. He keeps a lil folder of them.

When putting on cartoons he uses that time to go and prep your snacks for tomorrow. Tries to be productive bc last time he didn't and u cried bc he didn't have the snacks ready.

Loves listening to you ramble about your day. Then go off on how u saw a butterfly and thought of Seth. You messing up your words makes him smile bc it's so cute.

He actually made you a toy one time! It was a wooden one and was happy when you said u liked it.

Charlie

Charlie was lowkey suprised when you trusted him enought to be your caregiver. Now he's panicking trying not to accidently give u a snack u hate. (The long story short? You gave him the silent treatment for like 5 minutes)

Another one who folds when you ask for more snacks. He's trying but the puppy dog eyes are a critical hit to his heart

Has playful arguments with you, one time u told him he was mean (he didn't give u another snack) he said well ur short. You got offended and ignored him for 2 minutes. Then at a later time he gave u gummy bears and u forgave him.

Has a lost of shows u like om his phone. Ranked 1 to 5 bc your fans changes every so often. One time u whined that I didn't want to watch that one the OTHER one! Charlie was searching for 20 minutes and then finally found it.

You have a big hoodie he bought, it's soft and it's your favorite. One time u threw a tantrum bc Charlie had to wash it.

You threw yourself on the couch and cried for a little. Then Charlie gave it back saying 'see? I only needed it for a little I'm sorry honey.'

He tries to get lots of different things for u to play with. You really liked playing cars with him, bc he made silly sound effects for when they crashed.

Auron

Will say no. Don't try puppy eyes he's immune (in his head he's saying don't fold they'll get a tummy ache) he's strict on what he gives u.

Has to be careful on what to buy for u or he says fuck it and buys a lot. So he buys a few toys at a time, like if he's scrolling online and sees one you'll like he'd buy it.

Speaks softly to you bc he knows his voice sounds like he's pissed off 24/7. If you do act bad or get sassy he raises his voice a bit.

Enjoys having you draw on the floor as he gets a couple things done. Complements your drawings as he adds it to a wall he has for u. One of the rooms in the penthouse is a play room for you.

Reads to you when u don't know what to do. His voice sometimes lures you to take a nap so he does it at a specific time. Ends up being a little scheduled for you and if you don't take it you get cranky.

Has a limited screen time for you, since at work your staring at a screen a lot. So he tries to give you like 2 hours, then let's u play with your toys.

When ur in little space ur always clutching on one of his shirts. He had to spray a bit of cologne on it bc 'it needs to smell like youu!' You whine when it doesn't smell like him anymore. He finds it cute and makes sure to resent it at a certain part of the day.

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please....can u speak on the conspiracy

So the conspiracy (more like a theory, really) is that Kimi was pushed out of the team starting in 2008 to make way for Fernando, who was more appealing to the big sponsor coming in. Before you click out thinking "Max, that's stupid, no team would throw a championship for a sponsor." I agree! But keep in mind that they didn't throw the championship, they fully expected to win the WDC with Felipe (and almost did) and did in fact win the WCC in 2008 with Felipe and Kimi despite everything. But there were really suspicious things going on. So with that in mind...

It's 2008. Kimi has just won Malaysia, the second race of the season. Three days after his win, there's this:

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Ok, kinda weird, but whatever. F1 runs on rumours, right? Suggesting that Kimi might retire when he's doing so well is silly. And in the article they seem to be pretty ambivalent over whether it would be Felipe or Kimi to leave.

Fast forward to Spain two races later. Kimi scores his second win of the season and takes the championship lead. The season is shaping up pretty well for the defence of the title, you’d think this would be a good time for him, but again, the story du jour is Ferrari wanting Alonso in Kimi’s seat for 2009.

[x] I guess now we know at least Massa's seat is secure...?

If you’re like me, that sounds stupid. The reigning champion just won the last GP and his contract runs until the end of 2010, so this media narrative makes no sense. Something pretty catastrophic would have to happen for that to ever come to fruition, right?

So anyway, he gets a first row start in Monaco. Great, that's almost a surefire win/points, right? Wrong, he got a drive-through penalty due to the team not fitting the wheels to the car on time before the race start. Not a great race and he ends up outside of the points. Lewis is now ahead in the WDC by 3 points. Not really a disaster, but...

[x] what on earth...

[x] again the talk of retirement.... I mean, it's weird, right?

Zero points in Canada due to being rear-ended in the pitlane, which the team can’t control. Then he’s back to being neck to neck with his teammate and Lewis by the time the British GP is done in early July, with all three drivers on 48 points. Good news, right? Just gotta stay on track and not fuck it up somehow.

[x] sigh... (this one's a little harder to source as it was printed media, but I've seen this exact interview quoted in different pages)

So anyway, they change his front suspension for the next race in Germany. Kimi has always been very sensitive to changes in the car, so he knew something was wrong. Ferrari (via Michael, who was then head of development) say he's just not adapting well to the upgrades. Maybe, sure, but why aren't you bringing upgrades that are geared towards your world champion?

(an interesting remark from Mark Hughes here if you scroll down to the comments, which adds weight to Kimi not being listened to when it came to car development in 2008)

Bar a podium in Hungary, Kimi scores 0 points in 4 out of the next 5 races. It takes until either Monza or Singapore (hello crashgate!) for Ferrari to put his suspension back as it was.

He proceeds to get 3 podiums in the remaining 3 races but it’s not enough to catch up. By Singapore he was already 27 points behind his teammate (reminder this is the old points system) and very much expected to play the supporting role. In the penultimate race in China he very obviously gave up P2 to his teammate:

"I know what the team expects." [x] / [x]

Yet the narrative in the media and from Ferrari themselves is that his motivation is bad and he's not assertive. It was so pervasive that to this day people still parrot it and say he just didn’t care after 2007, despite Kimi always stating he was fully committed and clearly getting annoyed whenever journalists asked about his motivation even years later.

Montezemolo at the end of 2008 even 'joked' that "Kimi in the recent races was replaced two or three times by a friend, but next year he'll be back." Basically saying that Kimi wasn't really present, you know? An interesting thing to say when this absent driver scored 18 points in the last 3 races (three consecutive P3s), while the one who was amazing and had the team's full backing scored 20 (P7, P2, P1).

A whole 2 points' difference, maybe someone should hire that "friend"...

So why did they do this?

Well, the theory is that Santander (I promise this isn’t like the dumb Sainztander takes) wanted a Spanish-Brazilian lineup due to financial interests (Spanish bank, big market in South America with a looming IPO in Brazil), so Kimi was basically being pressured out of the team from early 2008 onwards. Like I said at the start, the team weren’t really throwing away 2008, as they expected to win the WCC with both drivers (they did) and Massa to be able to win the WDC, which would of course be beneficial for their new sponsor. And he almost did. Almost.

[x] they're not in charge of driver selection but this specific driver line-up would good for them. (this archived copy of the article is from 2010, but the text makes it clear it's from 2009)

Of course at this point we have to wonder if a team like Ferrari would bow down to a sponsor's demands. I can't tell you what the internal considerations were or how much money was on the line, but it's also not like Santander were telling them to get rid of Kimi for a bad driver, you know? Fernando is a great driver, so from Ferrari's perspective they were just trading a great driver for another great driver who also appealed to this huge sponsor, and an Alonso-Massa line-up would be solid. And with the previous talk that Ferrari and Alonso had already inked a deal in 2008... It's just difficult to believe there isn't a grain of truth here.

So the alleged initial plan of having Alonso in 2009 was foiled when Kimi activated the renewal option in his contract. It was then that he was bought out of his last year (apparently paid for by Santander).

[from the book The Unknown Kimi Raikkonen]

As we can see, by the end Kimi was also fed up with what was going on, especially people pointing the finger at him and at his motivation, and his frustration is very clear in interviews like here at 2.35 and here:

Publicly, Ferrari said they wanted someone more in line with how Michael used to be (ironic since Montezemolo allegedly didn’t like how Michael made the team his), who could communicate with the team and give better feedback (ironic when Todt, Dyer, Stella and others said Kimi was very clear and precise.) Kimi himself has always stated that he wasn’t the issue, that his motivation was never lacking and that the real reason he was pushed out was politics and money.

[x]

[x]

If it had only been the mechanical stuff, I’d be willing to chalk it up to just bad luck and incompetence. Shit happens. But with all the rumours around it even before things went bad on the track and Kimi stating that his work and performance weren't the reason he was let go it becomes impossible for me to think there wasn’t an actual push going on to replace him.

Hell, even famed Ferrari fanboy Sebastian Vettel didn't think it was realistic for Kimi to return to Ferrary in 2014 precisely because Kimi isn't one for "bullshit" and "politics". Why would he choose to say that specifically? And according to Finnish media Kimi’s 2014 Ferrari negotiations included Montezemolo personally apologising to him. Now why would he apologise if they hadn’t done something wrong?

Personally I think Kimi's "certain people did certain things" refers to this. He never trashed anyone and always said he had no ill-feelings. And I believe him. But it doesn't mean nothing happened, lest we forget how well he handled Lotus not paying him.

The thing that really bothers me is that Kimi got the reputation for having low motivation and not caring about what he was doing (I heard that take just last month from an F1 youtuber, how Fernando was hired in 2010 because Kimi had mentally checked out 🙄), when obviously someone who wasn’t motivated and didn’t care would have simply called it quits under these circumstances. Instead he got P3 in the standings in 2008 (I know he’s talented, but he must have been trying at least a little), trained hard to lose enough weight to use KERS in 2009 (why would he do that if he didn’t care) and took the team’s only win that year despite the car being shit. Interestingly, pundits acknowledged his good performance complicated things when it came to Ferrari’s rumoured hiring of Alonso. So imagine how much more complicated things would have been had Kimi done better in 2008?

Anyway, this is long, but if you want something longer then I definitely recommend this post here. You might not agree completely with the original authors (there are parts where I wish there was more info), but I think they offer a lot of good research and information regarding the overall situation back in 2008/2009, and it's a good jump-off point for your own research.

But yeah. 2008 could have been everything. Or at least better.

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Ked Photos

A Sonic Unbreakable Bond Fic

Tails goes through Sonic’s phone and is embarrassed to find millions of photos of him.

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Skyblue8: Hi

Kit: Hi Tails : )

It was just another lazy day at the Hedgehog/Prower residence. Sonic had just gotten home from a week-long adventure, and Tails, as usual, wouldn't leave his brother's side after being away from him so long.

And that's how the two found themselves scrawled over on either side of the couch together. Sonic flipped the page of his book as Tails stretched out some more, resting his feet in his brother's lap and his head on the arm of the couch.

He yawned as he tapped on his Miles Electric some more, a mischievous grin on his face.

Skyblue8: wyd?

Kit: nothin' u?

Skyblue8: hanging with dork older brother

Skyblue8: don't tell him, but I'm the one who sent Amy flowers in his name

Kit: lol

He ignored his feet moving as Sonic shuffled around underneath him.

Kit: nice

Skyblue8: you wanna sneak out tonight and toilet paper houses?????

Skyblue8: my brother sleeps like a hog. he won't notice

Kit: IDK...

Skyblue8: I'll let you fly the tornado

Kit: :O deal

Kit: Meet you at 10

"You know I can see your messages, right?" Tails' dinner plate wide eyes snapped to Sonic, who had put down his book and was now holding his phone, scrolling down at a familiar chat log.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

A month ago, Sonic had hired some other tech wiz (Tails sure as hell wouldn't have done it) to install parental controls in the Miles Electric after what happened last time. Tails shuddered, remembering how mad Sonic had been over what happened last time. And now his brother could, among other things, see all of his chat logs.

He had meant to make something that could bypass it. He had meant to make some code between him and his friends. Sonic wouldn't think anything of it that way when they communicated their plans. But he hadn't. And now he was in deep shit.

"Uhh," He wracked his brain for an excuse. What good was having an I.Q. Of three hundred if he can't come up with a good excuse at the top of his head. "We were joking?"

Sonic held out his paw, "Come on, ked. Give it." Tails groaned and handed him the Miles Electric.

"What am I supposed to do nowwww?" He whined, huffing and crossing his arms.

"Well," Sonic put a paw to his chin as if thinking. "You could watch TV- Oh wait, you're grounded from that too." Tails stuck his tongue out at him and shuffled his feet in his brother's lap.

"You're such a pain."

"Yeah, I know," Sonic replied nonchalantly, grabbing his book from the coffee table.

"Whatever, Imma take a nap."Tails turned so that his muzzle was in the crook of the couch, blocking out the light from the living room. He felt Sonic gently push his feet down from where they had lifted to his chest.

He felt Sonic gently petting his tail as his mind drifted away into slumber.

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Tails woke up to the sprinkling of the shower echoing from the bathroom in the hall. He turned; face pressed against the couch cushion with a groan, disappointed to find the lap his feet had been laying on to be gone, replaced by a warm spot.

He got up and crawled over to the other side of the couch, curling his body around the circle of warmth. Grumbling when he felt cold glass pressed against his side.

Getting up to glare at the perpetrator that interrupted his precious slumber, the familiar sight of Sonic’s deep blue phone greeting him.

The mischievous grin Sonic was always wary of crept over Tails’ muzzle. He turned the phone on, no lock screen, figures. Smiled at the Home Screen of him, Sonic, Amy, and Knuckles hanging out under a palm tree.

He tapped into messages and onto Knuckles’ contact. His eyes scroll through the previous messages, nothing but sending each other coordinates and the occasional message from Sonic checking in on him. Tails rolled his eyes, board then his grin widened when he tapped on the keyboard.

Sonic: Hi Knux

Sonic: I have a confession. I’ve always had a HUGE crush on you.

Sonic: wanna go out sometime?

Some dots appeared as Knuckles started typing, Tails was lucky enough to contact him during his downtime when he would be checking his phone.

Knux: wtf

Knux: have you been possessed?

Sonic: no just really wanna date you <3

Some more dots appeared and then disappeared. He deleted the evidence and blocked Knuckles so Sonic wouldn't figure out what’s happening until it’s too late. Tails chuckled to himself. That was sure to get Rogue knocking down their door later.

Next was Shadow. Tails couldn’t figure out what to text him so he opened up the gallery, expecting to find some sort of embarrassing photo to send him. He's sure the dark hedgehog would appreciate that, might even make him smile for once.

But when he looked through the photos, he found something completely different. A familiar yellow-orange kit with white-tipped tails filled the screen, eyes shut, a blanket draped over him, paws wrapped around the orange fox plush Amy had gotten him for Christmas. The one he only ever slept with when he was sure Sonic was away or in deep sleep to hide from the embarrassment.

Tails gasped at the betrayal. His own brother. Took an embarrassing photo of him while he was unconscious and helpless.

He rolled his eyes and swiped to the next one. This time Tails was scrawled over his desk, head in his arms and tails wrapped around him like a blanket.

Another swipe. This time Tails was in Sonic’s lap, curled up with his muzzle in his brother’s chest.

Another swipe. He’s in bed again with the blanket knocked onto the floor, he’s sleeping with his mouth just barely open, tongue out slightly. Blepping is what it’s called. Something he'd only seen pictures of cats on the internet do. It took all his willpower not to delete this particular photo.

Another swipe. He’s stretched on a checkered picnic blanket on the beach. A beige arm coming out from behind him, two fingers above his head making bunny ears, pink quills barely visible on the edge of the photo. Amy too? The betrayal! The audacity! The outrage!

Huh, Amy was right, he was picking up Sonic's dramatic flair.

He kept swiping right. Almost the entire gallery was just pictures of him sleeping, his fur got browner the further back he went. A few of him awake looking mildly annoyed which he vaguely remembered, more of him blepping, and even fewer of just the two of them or all of his friends together hanging out.

He scrolled until he couldn’t scroll anymore. The last/first picture is a dirty fur-matted kit sleeping in an oversized sleeping bag. It was four years old. God, you’d think Sonic would upgrade his phone after four years.

Just as he was about to set the phone down, the bathroom door slammed open. Sonic came out, shaking the water out of his fur, walking over to the living room whistling.

“At least the ked’s getting some actual rest right now. God knows he needs it the way he overworks himself.” He grumbled as he scrolled over to the couch, eyes widening at the very awake fox who had his phone in his paw.

“Is that my phone?”

“Nooo.”

He put his paw out, “Give it.” There was that authoritative voice again, commanding his poor little brother to his every whim.

Tails grumbled and handed it over, then crossed his arms. “Why is your gallery full of pictures of me sleeping?”

Sonic’s ears perked up alarmed, “Ummmm…”

“Why huh? Is this a blackmail scheme? Because I’ll let you know I have way worse things on you- “

“What? No! I take them because I think it’s cute." Then he got nervous, "Wait what do you have on me- "

“Kinda creepy Sonic.” Tails scolded, ignoring the previous question.

“Don’t tell me what’s creepy Mr. send our mutual friend flowers in my name.”

“Hey, I'm just saying," He teased, "I don’t take photos of you sleeping.”

“Well, that’s different.”

“How?” Oh, he was going to have fun listening to this explanation.

Sonic grumbled something under his breath that Tails barely caught, “What was that?” He turned his ear towards him.

“ ‘Cause you’re my ked.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re my ked, Tails.”

“I’m your brother, not your child.”

“Sure, but I’m also kind of your only parental figure.”

“Am not!”

“Tails, I literally grounded you a few hours ago.” Tails grumbled. Wait, a few hours? How long had he been asleep?

Then Sonic moved his paw to scratch that special spot underneath Tails’ ear making him reflexively move his foot to scratch himself.

“Hey!” He reached over to move Sonic’s paw, who just chuckled. “I’ve known you since you were four. I practically raised you.”

“Yeah, but you were eleven.”

“And if I’d been any older, I’d tell people I was your dad.”

The kit’s eyes softened, “You would?” Someone actually cared enough to want to be his parent? He guessed if that someone would be anyone, I’d be Sonic. Still, it was surprising.

Sonic wrapped his arm around his brother and lifted him up to his chest. “Sure would.” Then he blew raspberries into the kit’s forehead like he used to when the kid was even younger. Tails screeched, giggling, kicking at Sonic until he dropped him back on the couch.

The kit smoothed down his fur and then looked at Sonic, an idea forming in his head. “…Do you want me to help you put these on a cloud?”

“Sure, ked.” He ruffled Tails’ head, ignoring the look the kit gave him since he just fixed his fur.

Then Sonic squinted his eyes and tapped his foot as Tails realized he was thinking about something. “Wait a second…did you do anything else with my phone?”

“Noooo.” Tails said innocently, clutching his paws behind his back with his fingers crossed. His older brother sighed, giving up. “Guess I’ll find out later.”

“Mhhmm.” He looked away, ears folding back guilty as thought about how mad Knuckles and Rogue were going to be. How confused Sonic was going to be. His brother seemed to notice as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

“I am so putting a Lock Screen on my phone.”

“We both know I’d hack that in less than a minute.”

“True, true.” Sonic laced down on the couch, dropping his back over Tails as the kit scrambled to get out from underneath him. “Hey!”

Tails huffed, “Can I have my Miles Electric now?”

“Fine. But no chatting, especially with Kit.” Tails rolled his eyes, Sonic never liked the fennec for some weird reason. Maybe because he'd tried to kill them? But then again, a lot of their friends have tried in the past.

“Deal.” He said, fully intending to anyway. Then the kit flew up to the high shelf where he knew Sonic had hidden everything he had taken away from his brother. He grabbed his device and sat himself back on the couch. Wedging himself between the cushions and Sonic, laying halfway on his brother’s chest. His heartbeat resting against his right ear.

He felt his brother wrap an arm around him before the room was full of loud sleeping noises. Tails could swear Sonic did it on purpose, only snoring at home just to annoy him.

He scrolled through his device and tapped onto Fall Guys, fully intending to play it until he drifted off to sleep as he had been doing lately when a thought popped into his head. He’d installed a camera on the Miles Electric months ago thinking he might need it on a mission, he never had but this was the perfect chance to put it to use.

He slowly sat up and pointed it at his sleeping older brother. Turning off the flash before snapping a photo. It was only fair after all.

[bathomet-writes]

bursting at the seams

summary: When Raph reveals that he's been wanting a super exclusive, super expensive plush, it's up to you to go on a journey to a not so distant land of horrors to retrieve it for him...New Jersey. Contending with secret crushes and unspoken feelings should be a cakewalk.

relationship: Raph x GN!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, love confessions, allergic reaction and epipen/needle use (raph eats a peanut..he’s fine tho), sfw

word count: 4,785

author's note: it took a hot sec but here’s the gift fic for @/casualjagodek!! thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to write this adorable fic, i hope u all enjoy!

“That’s it?” You squint your eyes.

Raph looks at his phone screen then back to you. “Is the brightness too low or somethin?”

You breathe out a chuckle. “It’s just that I didn’t know you were getting all worked up over…that.”

It was some kind of stuffed animal of indeterminable origin. It had the head of a cow and the ears of a rabbit. Unconventional, but cute.

You knew Raph had a large collection of stuffed animals. Some from childhood, some he bought only months ago. Recently, he had been subtly dropping clues about how excited he was about something. He’d frantically check emails and ask you what the date was occasionally. Asking him about it outright just made him retreat back into secrecy.

Just last week, you caught him on your way out of the lair. The two of you passed each other in a particularly narrow subway tunnel. You stared expectantly at him while his eyes were glued squarely on his phone screen. You’d never seen Raph this…distracted? Whether he liked it or not, you paid attention to stuff like this. He was your best friend, acting cagey and suspicious for no reason.

You try clearing your throat and kicking at a random piece of trash on the ground to rouse his attention. “Texting someone hot?” You joke.

“Yeah.” Raph responds nonchalantly before blinking his eyes down to you. “Wai— No! No, I wasn’t—“

With a quick wave, you turn to head out again. “See ya.”

You figured even Raph kept a secret or two of his own, so you didn’t pry after that. Living with four brothers and Splinter, you’re sure he never got to have much of a private life.

When he finally (inevitably) let you in on the secret thing he’s been obsessing over, you tried to go in with an open mind. It could have been anything, so the potential of Raph confessing that he had been texting someone hot was miniscule. Maybe they were only sort-of attractive, or better yet, less attractive than you.

You didn’t know why, but the possibility of this hot mystery person existing just didn’t sit right with you.

“Let me see—“

Grabbing his phone from him, you scroll through the webpage. The image of a strange stuffed animal made you mildly more interested. The quality was actually really good, as far as stuffed animals go.

“What is it?”

“It’s, y’know…” Raph hums to himself, trying his best to cover up his embarrassment. “I just thought it was cute.”

“Huginn and Muninn.”

Your eyes widen as you scroll to the top of the page. The logo proudly displayed little gargoyle mascots that you knew you recognized from somewhere. Excitement replaces the jealousy that was festering in your mind just a few seconds earlier.

“Yeah! They started their own company a couple of years ago. I didn’t think they were still around either.” He shrugs.

“That’s crazy!” You hand the phone back to Raph and ramble on enthusiastically. “Well, now I see why you were so nervous. It’s expensive as hell.”

Without thinking, you grab at Raph’s wrist and use your other hand to zoom in on the plush. Once Raph got to the third digit, his heart dropped into his stomach. You were right. Even for his budget, it was steep. Raph didn’t like to splurge too often on himself, but this was a rare exception.

“You’re right, it is crazy,” he chuckles. Your grip on his wrist was also starting to dampen his spirit.

Not because he didn’t like you holding his wrist, or his phone, or his hand for that matter. He actually liked it a lot.

Which was the real problem.

Raph has been massively infatuated with you for months. He lost track of just how long it had been. Whenever he was around you, he felt off. Usually it just involved a lot of fumbling over words, being generally clumsier. He knew he wasn’t as confident as Leo, or smooth like Donnie, or even as honest as Mikey. He was just him.

While Raph anguished internally, you were practically none the wiser. You don’t seem to notice how sweaty and flustered he was all of the sudden, but you go back to innocently staring at him.

You raise your eyebrows. “So?”

That familiar, playful lilt in your voice makes all time stop for Raph. It really wasn’t fair— the amount of power your smile and your presence had over him.

Raph tosses his phone away into the far reaches of the lair before crossing his arms defiantly. “No, don’t try to convince me. It’s literally the most expensive one.”

As you calmly move your head to miss the flying phone, you smile to yourself. “Come on. This is what you’ve been obsessed with for months now. When was the last time you did something just for you?”

“Even if I did have the money, why would I spend it on something so impractical. I mean, I’m not embarrassed about liking stuffed animals or anything.”

While Raph continues ranting and pacing around, you’ve secretly pulled out your phone and looked up the plush. Without hesitation, you add it to your cart and type in your credit card.

“Sure,” you lazily nod. “You’re very secure in your masculinity.”

“Exactly!” Raph spins around to face you again. “I knew I made the right decision.”

“Funny, I was just about to say the same thing. Boom!” You take a confident step forward and reveal the check-out screen to him. At first he seems similarly excited, if a little confused.

“What?” His tone is light at first, before he realizes what you just did. “You didn’t.” A small frown tugs at his mouth.

“I did. Consider it an early birthday present.”

Raph winces, wringing his hands together. “Awesome! No, that’s great. Thank you.”

You purse your lips. “What happened? You were just all—“

What was the big deal? Did you accidentally offend him somehow?

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that the plush is…kinda not in New York.”

“Right. There’s this thing called mail, where people can send you stuff from all over the world.” You smirk, giving him a friendly pat on the cheek. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Didn’t you read it?” He shakes his head ruefully. “It’s pickup only.”

You glance to the side. “Oh. Well, then I’ll just grab Leo’s anime swords— I mean, Leo?”

Shit. You didn’t mean to let that slip out.

“You’ve been using Leo’s odachi to portal places again, haven’t you?”

Feeling cornered, you give a quick nod.

Silence.

You knew Raph must be giving you the most disapproving look right now. You turn around and find yourself to be correct.

“It was just to pick up food! And I am not buying a car.” You huff, trying to hide your shame.

Your shoulders tense up and relax as you give up. “Fine, I’ll just do it the old fashioned way.”

Your compromise doesn’t seem to ease Raph much. In fact, he seemed sad. You stop to watch him fall face-first into the couch. A couple pizza boxes stacked beside it topple over and fall as he lays there.

“Raph!” You frown. “It’s my treat. Is that what you’re worried about? Money?”

With his head buried deep in a pillow, he groans pathetically. “No.”

If only you knew.

Carefully, you kneel down to be eye-level with him. “If you’re worried about travel, it’s fine. I’ll just go to…” You check the email for the shop’s address. “New Jersey.”

Raph shoots up from the pillow with a seriousness that surprises you. “Absolutely not.” Grabbing your shoulders, he gives them a protective squeeze. “I wouldn’t let you do that.”

Because I like you too much.

“Then what?” You mimic Raph by placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking gently. “It’s not that big of a deal, okay?”

“Yes it is! Just—“ He moves away from your hand and sits up.

Don’t make me say it.

Okay, now you were officially worried. You quietly watch, only a little hurt that Raph pulled away from your touch.

Raph sighs, similarly ashamed at how he retreated from you. Slowly, he scooches over and silently invites you to sit beside him. You look at him, then back at your phone.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me,” he frowns. “It’s just hard to talk about this kinda stuff sometimes.”

Politely, you ease your way onto the cushion next to him. “It’s okay, I get it.”

“You do?”

You finally force yourself to meet Raph’s gaze. As you turn your head to look up, you nearly fall over at the sight of him mere inches from your face.

“Ah, yeah,” you manage to get out. Covering up your bashfulness with a half-hearted smile doesn’t make you feel any less vulnerable though. You really didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, but you want to understand.

You felt lightheaded and nauseous, like the moment right before a roller coaster plummets you into the earth at 80 miles per hour. You didn’t like roller coasters very much.

You also didn’t like it when you were so moved by Raph’s handsomeness and kindness that it rendered you speechless.

Raph searches your face as you sit dumbstruck. “I just don’t want you to go through all this trouble to get me some silly stuffed animal or anything.”

He smiles at you, but you can tell he’s still holding something back. You don’t know what it is, and you don’t know what you could say that wouldn’t ultimately embarrass the crap out of the both of you. All you can do is smile back.

“If that’s what you want.” You reel back and push yourself off of the couch. “Honest?”

Raph pauses, feeling torn. He wasn’t being honest, but now didn’t feel like the right time to crack open that emotional can of worms.

Nodding resolutely, he smiles again. “Honest.”

“So, I’ll just get a refund and we’ll pretend this whole thing never happened?” You feel a bead of sweat fall from your brow, and you pray Raph doesn’t notice.

“Perfect.” Similarly, he gets up and turns to hide the remnants of blush coloring his face. “I gotta go…punch a wall or somethin’.”

And like that, he disappears into the shadows of the lair, leaving you bereft with his departure.

“Well,” you announce to the empty room. “Good thing I’m a liar.”

How bad could Jersey be anyway?

—

It was worse.

“Next stop for Hackensack. All passengers for Hackensack.” A canny voice chimes in through the speakers. They seemed just as thrilled to be here as you did.

Like the genius you were, you decided to go over Raph’s head and book a train ride to the store. You’d used the subway plenty of times before, so slow-ass public transportation was no stranger to you.

But this…this was something else.

What was supposed to be a simple round trip turned into hours of sitting still on the tracks, waiting for other freight trains to pass by. The sweltering heat of the summer also made any sort of travel as slow as molasses. ‘Go to Jersey,’ you said, you’ll get together with Huginn and Muninn, have a few laughs.

A few passengers file down the aisle to exit the train. It takes your brain a few extra moments to register that this was also your stop. As you lean up from your spot against the window, a careless businessman bumps against your knee trying to get out with all his fuck-you suitcases and laptop bags.

You’ll have to apologize to Raph for unfortunately being right.

Oh yeah, Raph. You almost forgot why you came here in the first place. He’d been texting you about this and that today, and you usually responded to his texts immediately.

A frantic buzzing in your pocket makes your heart nearly stop. A phone call? You fumble around trying to grab it and your things as you try and get past a large family blocking the aisle.

You unlock your phone and bring it to your sweaty face. “Yello?”

“What kind of pizza do you want for later? Mikey said you just like plain cheese, but that didn’t sound right, so…” Raph’s voice is light and casual. You do your best to mimic it.

“Oh, yeah. He’s right, I’m kinda boring— AH!” A loud kid from earlier runs by you, barreling right over your left foot. It takes all your willpower not to scream directly into your speaker, but it’s no use.

“Ey, are you alright? What was that?”

After a second of quietly fighting back the manly tears, you recover. “Just…dropped my laptop on my foot. Ouch, ow.” Not your best performance, but it seems to do the trick.

“Ah.”

“Listen, I’m gonna call you back. Now’s not a good time.”

Before you realize it, the train lurches forward in earnest. A cold chill runs up your spine as you nearly trip backwards when the floor shifts again. “Fuck!”

You missed your stop, of course you did! A stern attendant ushers you back to an open seat, and you flip down defeated.

Raph’s voice cries out from your phone again. “Are you okay? Hello?”

“Would you like a complimentary snack?” The attendant’s annoying voice only frustrates you further. “We have pretzels, peanuts–”

“Thank you,” you spit, grabbing at the baggie in her hand. With one last terse smile, she finally leaves you be. You don't even care about the couple of peanuts that explode from the bag as you tear into it.

“Sorry. But actually, I’m gonna be a little late today. Y’know, busy with…” You glance around to try and find a worthy excuse. “Stuff.”

All of the sudden, Raph seemed strangely undeterred by your obvious lie. “Oh, sure. Stuff!”

“Yeah, but I should be back–”

As you turn your head back to the empty seat to the left of you, your heart nearly stops. It seems that in the time it took for you to come up with your phony excuse, Raph had just used Leo’s sword to portal himself directly beside you. On a train. The blue glow of the mystic portal illuminates your shocked expression.

“Ha! I knew it!” Raph points an accusatory finger as he ducks through to sit across from you.

“Uh– I…” Your voice stops in your throat. You wish you could say this wasn’t what it looks like. He doesn’t seem to be angry, more so just vindicated. You imagine he probably knew all along.

“Wait. You just used–”

Raph, for a brief moment, becomes sheepish. “W-Well, Leo was out doing–” He waves at the air. “Not the point. You’re out getting that plush, aren’t you? You lied.”

Raph clutches at his chest with both hands in a purposeful show of melodrama. He knew from the second you two parted ways that day. Sometimes it got a little frustrating dealing with how stubborn you could be. But then again, he was just as bad. Maybe even worse.

In all honesty, he wasn’t even mad. Mad that you lied to him, sure. But ultimately, it just made him flattered. It almost made him want to confess right then and there, but he holds his tongue.

After mulling around your answer, all you can do is shrug. “I’m…sorry?”

“Wow,” Raph smirks, leaning back against the uncomfortably tiny seat.

“What?” You blush. “You want me to apologize for getting you a gift? A gift that’s all the way over there now?” You point vaguely into the space behind Raph before burying your face in your hands. You don’t really know if it’s more from the embarrassment of getting caught or the fact that there was no denying it anymore.

You liked Raph. You liked him enough to travel to the most wretched hive of scum and villainy there was, apparently. You didn’t really mind Jersey, but at this point it was sort of a weird in-joke. You’re sure if you and Raph just took a trip out here yourselves, without all the deceit and unspoken awkwardness, you’d have fun.

Just tell him. It’s so obvious, isn't it?

“What, you mean…?” Raph turns to follow your hand, and puts all the pieces together. “Oh, Y/N. You didn’t have to–”

You interrupt. “Didn’t have to what? Buy a stupidly overpriced train ticket to get a stupidly overpriced stuffed animal? From some stupid little gargoyles? For some stupid, dumb…” You stand up suddenly, trying to get out all the pent up energy you evidently had bubbling just beneath the surface. You pace around the empty area at the back of the train for a second, ranting and babbling to yourself.

“For some stupid, dumb turtle dude. For a turtle dude!” The slight absurdity of the whole situation seems to dawn on you, and you can’t help but smile a little. The small smile widens into a grin and you start to chortle. You turn back to Raph and finally collapse back into your seat, absolutely spent from just that momentary show of emotion. Life would be so much easier if feelings didn’t get in the way, or turtle dudes. But, here you were, a pathetic, bumbling human trying their best not to make their amazing, strong, talented, funny, sweet best friend know what’s so blatantly clear.

You love him, idiot!

While you fall back down into your seat, Raph takes the opportunity to really analyze the situation from all angles. Leo was always better at this kind of stuff than him, but he needed to think carefully about this. He was usually prone to jumping headfirst into everything, for better and worse. Right now, his gut feeling was telling him the same thing as yours.

Just tell them. They went through all this trouble for you, so what’s the problem? What a loser…

Absent-mindedly, Raph picks up the bag of snacks you had and starts popping a couple into his mouth. Eating usually helped his brain slow down enough for him to focus up again.

You look up and stare out into the rapidly-changing environment outside of the train. You always liked sitting near a window whenever you traveled. To stay still while the world moved at a break-neck pace, it felt euphoric to watch the trees and buildings zoom by. It made you calm for a moment. After a charged couple of seconds, you catch your breath again. You didn’t realize you hadn’t been breathing.

“I really am sorry. I just wanted to do something nice–” You force yourself to turn your body back to Raph, and you look up in slow motion. You stare on in horror for what feels like hours as you watch him swallow a singular peanut.

Raph looks down at you curiously. It seemed like you were about to say something important. He leans down instinctually to get more eye-level with you. “What? What is it?”

He bites at the inside of his cheek, waiting for you to say what was just sitting at the tip of your tongue.

In a panic, all you can think to do is slap the bag of poison from his right hand and scream. “AAAH–!”

“Wha–?” Raph’s hand opens up. Lying on the ground, he reads the letters slowly, speaking them aloud. “Honey roasted…peanuts.”

“YOU’RE GONNA DIE! RAPH!”

“Spit it out! Throw up!” You don’t really know what you’re saying at this point. All you see is Raph and the panic in his eyes. “Stop the train!”

“S-STOP–! Choking–!” His voice comes out broken and frantic. “The pen!”

His hands move immediately to his belt, fumbling around for the epipen he’s never had to use until now. How could he be this spectacularly dumb? Not only were you probably about to pour your heart and soul out to him, he was about to do the same. In the background, a small crowd of confused employees and passengers turn to look at the weird scene unfolding at the back of the car. The same passive-aggressive attendant creeps up slowly next to you to try and de-escalate.

“Excuse me, is there a problem folks?” Her sickly, saccharine smile makes your blood boil.

Without thinking, you turn and snap back. “Yes, there’s a problem– My boyfriend’s freaking dying and you’re standing there handing out peanuts? Are you insane?!”

Raph’s eyes somehow go wider than they already were.

Glancing back down, you realize that he’s been trying and failing to communicate to you that you need to stick him with the pen. You snatch Raph’s belt clean off of his waist and riffle through all the annoying little pockets until you find it.

“Here! Here it is Raph!” You nearly cry from relief. Smiling, you grab ahold of his right hand and close his fist around the pen. “You’re not gonna die!”

Thankfully in doing so you release Raph’s neck, allowing him to speak again. “G-Great! Thank you…”

In the background, you can already hear the employees start to circle around you and Raph. You might not ever get to ride a train again after this, but you didn’t care. Fuck trains.

Raph’s hand stills, suddenly overcome with fear.

“Raph?” You frown at him.

“I’m scared.” He peeks over at you, his face twisted with shame.

“UGH! Fine!” You take the initiative and grab the pen, removing the cap with your teeth like a badass. With all your strength, which you figure you’ll probably need to fully pierce Raph’s thick, leathery skin, you reel back and stab it into his upper leg.

You close your eyes, content with having finally ended the nightmare. “Phew…”

Meanwhile, Raph waits rather impatiently. “Sometime today would be nice!”

Oh, you didn’t actually do it. “Right.”

You repeat the same motion with your hand, pulling back before jamming it in. Surely you didn’t chicken out a second time.

“Y/N!” Raph shouts, exasperated and confused.

“Goddamnit!” You grit your teeth and pull back again, looking at him tearfully. “I can’t do it! I’m a liar and a coward.”

Looking at your utterly terrified face, Raph can’t help but comfort you. Even as he feels his throat begin to tighten up, he takes his free hand to lay it over your trembling one. “No you’re not, you’re–”

“No, I am a liar. I lied to you, I’ve lied to Leo and Donnie and Mikey, I’ve lied to April and Splinter.” You try to wipe away the tears before looking back at Raph’s leg. “I lied because I was scared.”

While nobody’s come to you per se and asked you to your face, you know they knew. They all knew. Maybe you could have gotten over yourself for once and just come clean to everyone, but you knew you couldn’t. The idea of potentially ruining a friendship that’s been built for years with one awkward confession or less than charming moment, it made you absolutely terrified. You thought you would rather die than confess.

But, if all this secrecy and denial was going to literally kill him, that terrified you even more.

“Raph…” You swallow your pride and steel yourself.

To both of your surprise, the train comes to one final stop. The breaks screech to a halt, making the car lurch forward and back with incredible force. You lock eyes with Raph just as the train launches you forward, forcing your hand to push on the epipen’s plunger and jam it into his leg.

“Woah–!” Raph then catches you as you land squarely on his broad chest.

The pain of the needle didn’t even phase Raph. Though the effect of the pen took an immediate effect, his throat still felt tight. His heart was thundering in his chest, his hands felt cold and clammy. Was this still an allergic reaction?

“Sorry for the delay folks. We just have a minor…mutant medical matter to…mediate.” The canny voice of the speakers makes everyone else on the train groan in annoyance.

The two of you continue to stare at one another. Weirdly enough, neither of you feel the anxiety or weight of the unspoken words you both felt before. The feelings you both shared that forced you to stay silent, to laugh off the odd comments or blushes that threatened to expose you to each other. There was no fear anymore.

There was just you and him.

–

Raph gives one last ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’ to the conductor and the ambulance people who were brought in just in case. The train dumped the two of you off at a random stop before moving on, leaving you both in the empty indoor waiting area of the train station.

You stare blankly ahead as you feel Raph sit next to you again. The bench you’re both on feels cold on your hand as you drum your fingers against it.

You guess you’re the one who needs to talk first. “So…”

“I like you,” Raph finishes.

You blink, raising your head up slowly. “I...like you.”

For a moment of silence, you each look off into the distance and melt into laughter. It’s an enormous relief to finally realize that the two of you have been harboring the exact same feelings and being afraid for the exact same reason.

But at the same time, it all seems so silly now.

“Why did we wait this long?” You chuckle, feeling the tears coming back.

Raph bumps your shoulder affectionately as he tries to fight back his own. “Why was I such a coward?”

You gather yourself and look up at him. “I can just see the obituary. Raphael Hamato, death by 1 (one) peanut.” You hold up your index finger.

Raph guffaws and breaks out into a full-belly laugh, and you can’t help but egg him on.

“I should’ve known. Only in Jersey.”

The two of you exchange a heartfelt smile as you unintentionally lean in. Raph’s concentration gets interrupted however when a couple of unexpected figures fly by outside. It looked like a weird, fat bird or something.

“What the…” Raph stands up to investigate.

As he pushes open the doors to look around, he almost trips over a mysterious bag sitting on the ground. He leans down and picks up a sticky note attached to the handle.

Here you go Red! Hope this makes up for all the times we helped Draxum try to kill you and your family. Also, how’s he doing? He won’t answer our texts, calls, or letters. Love, Huginn and Muninn <3

Raph smiles and shakes his head. “No way.”

Sure enough, inside the bag was the weird cow-rabbit plush that kicked off this whole crusade in the first place. He supposed he should be happy to finally have it.

Sneaking up behind him, you peek around Raph’s shell. “Wow, what service.”

“To be honest, I don’t really know if I want it anymore.” Raph smiles down at you warmly, putting the plush back in the bag and handing it to you.

“Oh no, don’t do that.” You grin and push the bag back to him.

“Come on, you deserve it.” He hands it back.

“You almost died from a peanut.” You push it again.

Raph’s sunny disposition doesn’t falter. “I want you to have it.”

Your eyes darken and you give the bag one final push into his stomach. “Just take the damn plush.”

Raph’s pouts bashfully before he relents. “You really are stubborn, you know?”

Smirking, you grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder. “And you’re so perfect? I sure know how to pick ‘em.”

Before reaching for his phone to text Leo, Raph watches on curiously as you change your mind and grab for the plush. “Hm?”

In an impulsive move, you hold the plush up to your face to give it a good once over. It was even cuter in person. You close your eyes and give its snout a tiny smooch before handing it back to Raph. You don’t try and hide the deep red your cheeks have turned.

Picking up on your invitation, Raph gingerly takes the plush into his hands and plants a kiss of his own on the same exact spot.

Though his heart felt full to the point of bursting at the seams, he didn’t mind the feeling. He felt bigger, more complete.

I love you too.

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[amethystfairy1]

Hi Amethyst! It's been a hot minute since I sent an ask in, but I have been reading both fics every day (still obsessed lmao) (also I name changed btw, used to be ElenaLoo)

Anyways, I had written a whole ask waxing eloquent on all the wonderful things going on in ttsbc, but I accidentally shut off my computer partway through and frankly I can't be bothered to write it all out again lmao. Just. It's beautiful (wow isnt that so meaningful and deep? im sure you're feeling very complimented rn)

The REAL thing I wanted to talk about was Traveling thieves (which is by far my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME), and all the amazingness in ttsbc made me forget it even existed for the past few weeks. But the other day I was just like "oh yeah. Traveling thieves." and then i reread the whole thing. whoopsies.

Ummm anywyas there's so many thoughts in my head about all the little guys, but recently I've been on an Imp and Skizz obsession (just scroll on my page for .2 seconds and you'll see) and YOU. You left them on a CLIFFHANGER. >:((( (not actually mad btw). I just. so excited for them. They're out alone in the woods right now and Skizz is going to have the perfect opportunity to kill Impulse and get away and I just am falling apart thinking about them. (I drew them to cope lol, posted on my blog but also later here so that I can talk about it more). I can see this playing out a few ways. Obviously Skizz isn't actually going to kill Impulse, so he's either going to 1) make up some excuse as to why he can't do it right then, but still plans to do it eventually, or 2) he does it. but he doesn't. Skizz attacks Impulse when he's not expecting it, there's a scuffle, and Skizz comes out on top---BUT THEN HE CAN"T FINISH IT!!! and it's a whole thing where even tho skizz tried to kill him, imp is still so understanding and skizz cries and impulse just freaking gives him a hug and

sigh

Whatever you do will be beautiful, I'm sure. I think you mentioned you're switching to tt after this fic, so crossing my fingers it's imp and skizz. (Though, would also be very happy with Martyn and Ren :P) (or anything really i just love tt)

Anyways, I had the art on my blog but I'm also putting it here so i can say things about it to you

Mostly I'm just very proud of their expressions, with Impulse being all concerned glancing over at Skizz, meanwhile Skizz is completely deadpan staring forwards, also looking very tired bc he needs a break from this universe. Also I switched up my Impulse design a lil bit from last time (if u even remember that lol it was months ago now). you would think, just looking at them, that Impulse took way longer to design, but nope, I was messing around with Skizz for at least double the time, trying to figure out how to have him facing forward whilst still showing some of the scars on his back. I gave up eventually xD (all that means is that im gonna have to draw him again later, from different angles)

actually that made me remember a question I had: are you planning to ship Imp and Skizz? Ik you said Zed and Tango are going to be a thing far in the future, but... skizzpulse? plzzzz plz pretty please haha im not obsessed

aaaaaand that reminds me of another question, is skizz going to be in ttsbc? (pretty please also same question as tt, if he was in ttsbc, are him and impulse together? Im addicted to them all i care about these days is some good imp and skizz shipfics, and you're such a fantastic writer, both with plot and the vibes of the words themselves. u could write such good imp and skizz. just imagine the possibilites! (am i selling it?))

aaaaaanyways. im gonna go reread the old tt skizz fics because theyre delicious and painful, like eating knives. u have a good day :))

HIIIIIII

I ADORE THIS ART SO MUCH! I gave you all my rambles on the reblog but it's SOOOOO COOL!

I'm sad the waxing eloquent about TTSBC is gone 😭 but that's ok!

I'm so glad you're enjoying TT and all the drama going on in there! Imp and Skizz are definitely having a time and a half with all of this nonsense going on...I love all your theories! I won't confirm or deny anything of course, but I'm so happy you're excited for them!

I will not be shipping Imp and Skizz, sorry! I just personally don't ship them, so they're gonna remain platonic...I mean, in TT who knows what the hell they're doing to be fair 😆 but yeah, Zedango is going to be a thing in the distant future, but no Skizzpulse! Sorry!

Skizz is not in TTSBC at the moment, that doesn't mean he never will be! Just haven't found a spot for him yet...and no, he also would not be with Impulse, I'm so sorry I just don't ship them personally! I think it's a very cute ship tho!

Enjoy rereading the TT Skizz fics!!! Thank you again for the gorgeous art!!!! I love it!!! 💖

[abiiors]

if u need any more suggestions u could do smtn short where u pick up his phone while hes sleeping and just post all sorts of cute stuff of u guys on his social media

Thanks for the suggestion! I hope you like it. It was so cute to imagine 😭

Also, I've literally just woken up an hour ago and now I'm jealous that I don't get to wake up like this.

Instagram Stories

You’ve been scrolling through your Instagram for the last fifteen minutes waiting for him to wake up. He’s been snoring away while holding you in a death grip and you know there’s no wiggling your way out of this one. 

So scrolling it is. 

Your explore page is full of fan edits and concert videos. There’s some memes, some book recommendations, tattoos. It’s all the usual things, really. But then your eyes land on the next post - “A weekly roundup of the Good Morning Guys posts”

You swipe through, it’s mostly stills from the infamous black and white “emo” video, combined with some others. As you near the end, an idea appears; he hasn’t posted these stories in a while.

Stretching your fingers you try to reach his phone. You’re not worried about being able to unlock it; he’s added your face to the face unlock as soon as he got this phone. So step one goes without a hitch. 

Next, you scroll through his gallery to find a suitably low-quality, grainy, weirdly cropped meme. Again, he has a whole folder full of these. You giggle at the organisational skills he has for the silly Instagram stories but hey, it’s made your life easier. You start selecting them at random, posting them to his stories with appropriately Matty-esque captions. 

Step three, and this stage has to be strategic. You open the front camera, point it at you and start recording. It’s just a vain little thing really. Matty has his face hidden in your shoulder. His hair is all over the place and you can barely see a sliver of cheekbone peeking through. 

‘Good Morning Guys’ you mouth to the camera. You know you have to keep the movement to the minimum because this man has some freakish sixth sense about the camera being pointed at him. 

He lets out a tiny moan and your eyes widen. You’re so sure that he’s caught you that you don’t even bother pressing stop on the recording. You just freeze in place. Luckily, he only readjusts his chin on your shoulder and goes still once again.

‘That was a close call,’ you whisper. ‘Can you hear how he snores like a bear?’ 

There’s a moment of stillness where his soft breathing fills the room. Then, his grip on your waist tightens and before you have the chance to move, he cracks one eye open and,

‘Boo!’

You startle so violently that the phone almost flies out of your hand. He’s just busy laughing at your reaction, at your spooked face that’s slowly turning the shade of a tomato. The phone is left somewhere between the folds of the blanket as you press a hand to your chest. 

‘You’re going to give me a heart attack, Matthew!’

‘You’re the one who’s sneaking around,’ he flicks your nose. His voice is scratchy from disuse and his body is all warm and soft. He picks the phone back up and notices that the recording is still going on. 

‘Well, well, well…’ he raises an eyebrow and at last, stops the recording. 

‘This is a breach of my privacy,’ you grumble as he presses play on the video. 

You scrunch your eyes shut as the phone repeats your words back to you. It’s like a sudden wave of shyness has crashed over you as you turn around and bury your face in his chest. The chest in question only reverberates some more with laughter. 

There’s a bit of silence once the video is over. ‘And…sent,’ he mumbles and suddenly you’re wide awake!

Your eyes go round as you scramble for your own phone. 

trumanblack has a glowing orange-and-pink circle around it and you instantly know what he’s done. There’s no way he’s letting you delete that video from his stories now. All you can do really is watch as the #mattysmorningvoice posts start flooding in.

[altraviolet]

Hiii this is wildstreak !! (Not sure if you recognise me from the comments on TEG recently 🤭🤭🤭)

I would like to ask more about your writing process if you don't mind! I understand that you write scenes out of order and that you wrote as you posted instead of preparing a full manuscript start to end before even posting the first chap, but I was wondering if you still keep your first drafts and if you would be able to share more snippets from it and outline how you edited it to obtain the published version (if you have time)

I write too and my biggest struggle is being overly critical about my first draft and hating the way the words flow awkwardly, but I found the segment you shared in TEG's afterword where you showed us how you improved your own writing very inspiring and helpful so I was hoping you would be able to do more of it 🙏🙏🙏

It's perfectly alright if you don't feel like sharing the naked baby that is the first draft though! Thank you so much regardless for your time and effort to contribute so greatly to the fandom (beyond just writing the fic itself)

Hi wildstreak! Yes, I recognize you :) Thanks so much for all the comments as you read! They were really nice to receive ^u^ I'm glad you enjoyed the fic so much!

SOooooo about your questionnnn... I have a .doc of 133 pages of scenes that are either (what one might call) first drafts, or were brainstorming mixed with first draft, or scenes that went into the fic basically unchanged. This .doc is where I threw scenes as I thought of them: I organized them chronologically and cannibalized/improved them as I got to them in the story. I scrolled through the .doc and I think the easiest scene to show change in is the very last scene. Let's give that a try:

I wrote the epilogue very early in the fic's creation and it didn't change too much by the time I got to the end (which surprised me, tbh, heh). This is the original, very end of the epilogue:

The false horizon of the room brightened. Crystals flashed, catching the light. Rodimus's helm tilted back into a sunbeam, setting his crest momentarily ablaze in brilliant yellow. He wrapped his arms around Soundwave. Tentacles wrapped around his waist in kind. “You're beautiful. Did you know that?” Rodimus kissed him deeply, his field flaring with love and lust and adoration. “Mmm! Need to clear out the rest of the day.” Another kiss. “Spend it here with you.”

Soundwave smiled. “I am hap-” “A SMILE!” yelled Rodimus, spoiler bouncing upwards. “That's the first time I've ever seen you smile!” “I smiled every time we were together.”

“Hah!” “Together: superior.” “Together: hella superior,” said Rodimus. He pushed Soundwave back against the soft ground. Soundwave's lines flooded with joy. Laserbeak's biolights went white. Soundwave stroked his lover's heating body, relishing his moans. A nearby blue crystal tinged, resonating with Rodimus's energy. Golden light crowned the horizon and fell across their frames.

The sun was rising for the thousand-thousandth time in the echo garden.

Sounds pretty nice! And probably sounds familiar, too. The basic ideas and feelings are there.

Here are some notes about what I changed and why:

The line Rodimus's helm tilted back into a sunbeam, setting his crest momentarily ablaze in brilliant yellow was moved to the last paragraph, because I wanted it to be the penultimate line- the line right before the sun rose. Moving the line to this new place does several things:

-places more emphasis on Rodimus being illuminated by the rising sun, aka visually intertwining Rodimus with the sun...

-...which itself is a callback to the beginning of the fic, where SW was alone, so we're emphasizing that SW is no longer alone because he's with Rodimus...

-...which brings/shows SW and Rodimus closer together in every sense: physically, emotionally, etc. This is a more emotional sentence than Golden light crowned the horizon and fell across their frames, and it is also a stronger sentence. Note the words tilted, ablaze, brilliant in the final version. Much more interesting than fell across their frames.

I changed the penultimate paragraph in other ways, too. The original penultimate paragraph places emphasis on Soundwave's emotional expressions and his togetherness with Rodimus, which are good, but I decided it was more important to showcase what Soundwave had built, because the garden is a symbol of his emotional expressions, perseverance, and recovery. The original paragraph remains in the final, but is followed by another. In the new penultimate paragraph, crystal colors are listed. This list is a callback to the long, sad description SW gives in a flashback where he was made to destroy his cave garden. By re-listing these crystal colors, the story reminds the reader that SW lost things, but he has rebuilt them... just as he rebuilt himself. There is also emphasis on the light bouncing off these crystals and scattering over SW & Rodimus's intertwined bodies.

Here is the final version of the above excerpt:

The synthetic stars faded as the false horizon of the room brightened. Rodimus wrapped his arms around Soundwave. Tentacles wrapped around his waist in kind. “You're beautiful. Did you know that?” Rodimus kissed him deeply, his field flaring with love and lust and adoration. “Mmm! Need to clear out the rest of the day.” Another kiss. “Spend it here with you.”

Soundwave smiled. “I am hap-” “A SMILE!” yelled Rodimus, spoiler bouncing upwards. “That's the first time I've ever seen you smile!” “I smiled every time we were together.” “Hah!” “Together: superior.” “Together: hella superior,” said Rodimus. He pushed Soundwave back against the ground.

Soundwave's lines flooded with joy and his biolights flowed pink. Laserbeak trilled softly. Soundwave wrapped his lover's heating body in tentacles, graphing and relishing his moans. A nearby cobalt blue crystal tinged, resonating with Rodimus's field.

Golden light crowned the horizon. It flashed across hundreds of crystals: pinks, magentas, reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, purples, blacks, whites, silvers. Facet-shaped reflections speckled Soundwave and Rodimus's intertwining frames. Rodimus's helm tilted back into the light, setting his crest momentarily ablaze in brilliant yellow.

The sun was rising for the thousand-thousandth time in the echo garden.

You may note what didn't change: the dialog. Rodimus collects smiles, so I always knew that would be important to have in the last chapter- Rodimus seeing SW smile :)

I emphasized the synthetic sky/stars/sun in the final version (which Mirage and Skywarp had installed) because it seemed too subtle in the original version. I didn't want the reader to forget that the stars were fading and the sun was approaching. So there are a few mentions of that throughout the epilogue. That's why we see:

The false horizon of the room brightened.

Change to

The synthetic stars faded as the false horizon of the room brightened.

Which is a little bit clunky, but I knew the reader would be concentrating on Rodimus and Soundwave, so I wanted to make sure "THE SUN IS GONNA RISE!" got hammered in there xD I read the original epilogue over and over and over, and it was very easy to lose the details of the approaching rising false sun, so that's why that is emphasized so much.

I hope that helped :) Not as much of a transformation as the example in the Afterword, perhaps, but hopefully still helpful.

re: my biggest struggle is being overly critical about my first draft and hating the way the words flow awkwardly

I'm sure you've seen this around but: it's totally normal and okay for the first draft to flow awkwardly. My 133 page document is FULL of extreme awkwardness. And that's ok! You just shove it into a .doc (or delete it) after you move on from that segment and you never have to show it to anybody.

Remember: the only thing people will see is the final product. You can mess around all you like during the writing process. No one has to see the awkward stuff. In fact, another reason I picked the epilogue to share above is that I'm not embarrassed by it xD there is plenty in the 133 page doc that I would feel weird/embarrassed sharing. So I don't have to. And that's ok :)

LOL I found a note from 2022. Maybe this will make you feel better:

-7/10/22 I'm so fucking writer's blocked, and in the prev chapter (30), SW realized he could hurt Rodimus because he wants to know everything. So you know what. Fucking. Put it in Ch 31. I need to fucking yolo this thing to the end.

That note was preceded by 4 paragraphs of me trying to figure out what to do with the "baby SW stabs the sparkling" bad dream/flashback.

So tl;dr? It's okay to be REALLY messy and awkward during first draft/brainstorming. Honestly, it's really, really okay :) You don't have to be critical or hateful of your work. Being messy and awkward helps get the ideas out so you can then shape them into the final draft.

In other words, I give you neither orders nor permission to struggle, but am living proof that you can and still have a good outcome :)

[muzzlemouths]

ok so i was just scrolling through your page and found out that DEAD MALL DARE HAS BEEN UPDATED?????? NO JOKE I STARTED CRYING WHEN I SAW I WAS IN SHOCK its been soooooo long since i last read it and now i get to experience it all again!!! Im so excited!! Me after reading everything (incl. Ch. 1): wow. we are so screwed. THEYRE GIVING US A SECOND CHANCE WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS AGAIN NOOOO I DONT WANNA DIE MOON WILL KILL US FOR SURE moon's violence and being "dangerous" and our realization that sun is no longer safe doesnt have anything to do with a certain *virus*, no? the "burrow code" totally wont be important either eating this up just so u know

YOU STARTED CRYING??? I'M ABOUT TO START CRYING FR I'm thrilled to hear you enjoyed it so much ;_;

also LMAO yea most of the commentary I've received on the most recent chapter has essentially amounted to "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? SIT BACK DOWN!!!!" it cracks me up.

And noooooo I'm sure his abrupt bouts of aggression has nothing at all to do with the burrow code Sun mentioned, nothing at all..

[koishiro]

Ermmm quick question… HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE A BEAUTIFUL AF BLOG?? Like pls share and help me out bc my blog is BARE and empty and looks nasty af, I wanna make my pinned posts and moodboards and just pfp and theme look pretayyy ☹️☹️

Awe thank youuu!!! >.< I think bc I’m such a minimalist in rl it’s easier for me to pick and choose. But here’s a tutorial that’ll hopefully help :33

NOTE! I do everything on my iphone (writing, editing, decorating my page etc just in case ur wondering if I do all this on a laptop/computer,,,I don’t :p)

ʚ The way I work is I’ll choose 3 main colours; a light colour, an in-between shade and then a dark colour. Mine for example : light colour: white, in-between shade: grey, dark colour: dark grey. It’s up to you whether you want ur dark or light colour to be ur main colour but I’d keep ur in-between shade as an in-between. (Think of ur in-between shade as a gradient, helping to blend ur light colour with ur dark colour)

AND CHOOSE COLOURS THAT WORK TOGETHER! Even when picking pictures like for example ur navigation or pinned page make sure the pics have the same three colour combo you used through ur whole blog even if its minuscule it’ll make a huge difference I promise u (so like I’d personally look out for white, grey and black accent pics for my blog on Pinterest) :

ʚ Even with moodboards I still work with the same mindset! :

SET YOUR THEME! Once you’ve figured out your colours and where they’ll go, set your blog’s theme from the editing page!!! (hint : I’d use your mid/gradient/in-between shade as your accent but it honestly depends on what ur after) :

ʚ What really helps is when you have a pic theme and what I mean by that is maybe use ur fav character from somewhere (like mines megumi from jjk) or maybe it’s a sanrio character like my melody. (I grab my pics from this Pinterest board if that helps which I also use for my moodboards)

Example :

⤷ I also found it helped my aesthetic when I added links into my bio to help find my carrd and navigation (here’s the link for the tut) it helps fill out ur bio especially if ur not sure what to put there :) — I know earlier I said I do everything on my phone but I’m not entirely sure if this is able to be done on a phone (android or iphone) so I’d use a laptop with this part if you can :))

Miscellaneous things you can add!

ʚ You can also customise ur ask page title (like mine is : send me a love letter ︎♡)

ʚ Keep ur writing post themes consistent — this helps readers actually remember ur work while also tying ur blog together.

For example, I always use this draft for my writing :

ʚ Fonts really help! I personally use the app : keyboard + + for free fonts (u just have to watch a few adds to unlock them)

ʚ I find it important to make sure whatever picture you add to your blog has a transparent background — not everyone has the same colour palette (like mine is permanently on Dark Mode while others will have theirs on Gothic) :

(I use Picsart for this)

ʚ Tags make a difference on your posts too! A separate tag index can also help ur followers know where to find certain posts for easy scrolling or maybe posts they want to avoid (like smut) :

ʚ For my pfp I chose a bright main colour like yellow to stand out against the dark grey of my blog and I usually leave this as the last step in my “blog decoration” just because I find it easier once all the main construction is done and then I can see what colour(s) I need to add back to tie my blog together.

ʚ I also like to hide my pfp/avatar from my bio bc it looks a bit too much and too big for me personally and it can sometimes clash with the colours you already have going on, I like a minuscule pfp but again that’s just preference :

Anywhoooo I think that’s it! Hopefully this helped and if you (or anyone else) have anymore questions or if you want me to personally help you with decorating your blog pls pls pls message me and I’ll be happy to help! ,,,Mwah! <3