#but we can snuggle on the couch and talk until all hours of the morning

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

I think a lot about what my ideal situation would look like with a girlfriend for someone who is never going to get a girlfriend

[eddiesxangel]

Im gonna need u to elaborate on that post abt Eddie holding ur vibrator 'what kinda microphone is this'

You say elaborate… I say I’ll write a whole fic about it 😅😅

But You Don’t Even Like Karaoke? | virgin!eddiemunson x bestfriend!reader

WC 3.3K

CONTENTS WARNING: SMUT

You invited Eddie up for the weekend to your shabby student apartment. You've been away at Indiana State while Eddie was still stuck at Hawkins High complaining about how life in Hawkins has been so shit without you and needed to get away, coming to see you would be the perfect getaway.

Eddie and you had always been close, so when you told your roomies that he was coming to stay they were okay with it, as long as he slept in your room. They didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night to get something and have a random guy on the couch, which was reasonable because they hadn't met him before. They were excited to finally meet your best friend and you planned to go out to the bars tonight after a very long week of midterms.

Eddie arrived late afternoon, you introduced him to your roommates and he settled in.

"It's so sweet you have your own space, we can finally hang out without worrying about Wayne or your parents judging us" Eddie laughed while plopping on your double bed.

"Do you wanna shower before we head out?" You ask.

"Nah I did this morning, I'm okay." He tells you.

"Ok I'm going to pop in, You can entertain yourself until I'm back" You give him a wink and leave him to his devices.

Eddie scanned your new collage room, it reminded him of your old room at your parent's house. You had pictures of you and him framed along with other friends he didn't recognize. He was always a little nosey when it came to you, there weren't any boundaries in place when it came to privacy around Eddie. You had been friends since the 7th grade, growing up together in your awkward years really bonded the both of you.

You'd told Eddie earlier that you had gotten a new strain of pot from one of the guys you're friends with and that he could light up whenever. You'd left out the baggie and your grinder but Eddie left his bong at home and didn't see yours lying around so he searched for some rolling papers. Rifling through your bedside table is where he looked first. He shuffled through your hair ties, random articles, condoms...

Eddie had known you were no longer a virgin like he still was, he has had zero experience, not even a handjob. Needless to say, Eddie doesn’t get any…. Like ever. Poor thing tries his best but most of the girls he’s surrounded by are in high school and he wants nothing to do with them. He wants a grown woman. He really wants you if he is being honest but he never thinks that would happen in a million years.

He still was riffling deep in the drawer now, he felt something soft but firm, round and long. He picks it up to move it out of the way. He looks at what is your black vibrator. Why would she have a microphone? Eddie moved on quickly because he spots what he is looking for buried under all your crap.

Hours go by and you’re stumbling into your apartment laughing around 1:00am. You offered your room for Eddie to get ready for bed while you took the bathroom. Once you're finished you walk back into your room to see Eddie tucked into his side of the bed.

"I meant to ask you earlier but I forgot because we got too high" He laughed.

"Ask away" You crawled into your fresh sheets and snuggled into bed with Eddie.

"Why do you have a microphone?" He asked. You look at him quizzically because you have no idea what he's talking about.

"Are you sure that weed didn't alter your brain?" You laugh as your head hits the pillow.

"What do you mean? I saw it" He laughs.

"Dude I have no idea what you're talking about? Why would I have a microphone? I hate karaok- oof" Eddie cuts you off by leaning all his body weight over you to reach into your nightstand and pulls out your vibrator.

You start laughing uncontrollably, partly because you're a bit embarrassed, and partly from the alcohol.

"What?" Eddie questions inspecting it, once more. you grab it from his hands and turn it on. The object comes to life and a low buzz fills the room.

"Why is it buzzing?" Oh, your sweet innocent Eddie.

"Ummmm think of it more like a massager..." you turn it off and place it back on the nightstand you turn back to Eddie and can see the wheels in his head turning but no gas.

"Ugh, Eddie don't make me say it out loud" You bury your face in your hands and pillows not wanting to look at him when you say it.

"I don't get it, you're going to have to spell it out for me, Ms.University" he nudges your arm with his elbow.

"It's a vibrator Eddie, you know... like for sex"

The room was still dimly lit, enough for you to see Eddie's eyes go wide.

"It’s… it’s a sex toy?" he reaches over you once again to grab it off the nightstand.

“Eddie!” you shout then cover your mouth remembering the time of night.

“Give me that!” You try and grab it out of his hands. This whole situation was weird. You guys never spoke about sex, it just wasn’t that kind of friendship.

Yes, you liked Eddie, you’ve been crushing on him for years but you would never act on it, or at least you don’t think you would? Like a child, Eddie reached his arm up over so you couldn’t get it.

“No come on I’ve never seen one before” he pouts.

“Ok you’ve seen it now give it back!” You weren’t afraid to crawl over him to get it, you straddled his chest, enclosing him between your bare legs.

Your tiny sleep shorts were barely covering your cunt that was practically pressed into Eddie’s face.

“Ah ha!” You say victoriously grabbing it from Eddie’s grip.

Eddie can feel the blood rush from his face and into his cock. He shifts and clears his throat.

“Oh shit, sorry!” You hike your leg over him accident exposing your pussy even more to him.

Eddie’s eyes don’t break from your core. You’re blissfully unaware you just flashed your best friend.

“Sorry Ed’s didn’t realize” you joke.

“Uh yeah, it’s fine” You see Eddie shifting under the covers.

“So you always sleep without panties or is that just because I’m in your bed.” Eddie asks.

“Eddddddddddie oh my god” you burry your head in the pillows debating on sleeping on the couch at this point.

“I love when you moan for me baby” Eddie laughs, you try and hurry yourself further into the bed but Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you into him.

“You know babe, out of the two of us I should be the one mortified. I’m the twenty-year-old virgin not knowing what a sex toy looks like.” He grips into you tighter and you bury your face into his neck.

The alcohol is slowly leaving your system but you still blame it for what happens next.

“You don’t have to be” You timidly kiss into the hollow of where his neck and collarbone meet.

“What are you-oh that feels good” Eddie sighs into your touch, his chest raging and falling at a quicker pace.

“Will you let me take care of you Eddie?” You graze your hand lower down his bare chest, across his stomach down the the waistband of his boxers.

“Yes,” he nods frantically.

You shuffle back over him so you’re once again straddling him. You look down at your best friend, taking in his features, he is so pretty. You lean in timidly to kiss his lips for the first time. His plush lips felt so soft when they connected to yours.

It quickly heats up, you ground your hips into Eddie, you could feel his hard length pressing into your slit and you wiggled your hips on him. You hear a wine come from Eddie’s throat as you disconnect and start to kiss down from his neck to his happy trail.

“I’ve been dying to know what’s under here for years” You graze your hand lightly tracing Eddie’s tented boxers.

Eddie’s hips shoot up at the connection. “Eager aren’t we?” you giggle slowly revealing his length.

“Well you would be too if you’ve waited this long for you.” He sighed.

He was waiting for you.

You’re stomach flops, at his words and your eyes bulge out of your skull at the size of him.

“You’ve been hiding that you have a horse penis from me this whole time?!” You don’t really give Eddie time to answer because you latch your mouth into his tip, not sure how much more you’ll be able to fit into your mouth.

Eddie is in heaven, he isn’t sure what karma he is getting but he knows he must have done something right to have your head between his legs at this very moment.

It’s a feeling that he’s never felt before, the warmth of your mouth, the wetness of your lips mixed with the softness of your tongue was all-encompassing. You felt his hand rest on the back of your head, you looked up at him through your lashes, his face blissed out. Your core was dripping already at the feeling of Eddie in your mouth.

The way you were making him feel good was only making you wetter. You reached up to cup his hand on your head, coxing him to push you down.

“Oh fuck baby, please” he whimpered.

You took in more of him opening your throat for him. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft while using the other hand to move in tandem. You had Eddie whimpering “Oh my god just like that! Fuck you’re taking me so well”

For someone with no experience he sure wasn’t shy about praising you. It only made you want to pleasure him more. You were the first one to ever touch him like this. You were the first one to ever make him feel this euphoric.

“Fuck I’m not going to last long fuckfuckfuck” You were enjoying yourself too much that you didn’t care about what Eddie was telling you, you wanted him to cum, he deserved to cum.

“Wait wait I wanna…shit, I want you to be my first” he gently pushed you off him.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yea… I mean.. if you wanna?” he pants.

“I do Ed’s” but I gotta get myself ready, will you help me? Eddie nods enthusiastically as you lay beside him and he climbs on top of you.

You walked him through what to do, he was a quick learner. He kissed you down your neck like you did to him earlier. He touched you over your shirt at first, a bit shy. You told him he could touch you, and begged him to touch you as you lifted the big sleep shirt over your head. Eddie’s hands immediately latched on to your breasts kneeling them like stress balls.

“Softer please, you’re pinching me” You place your hands on the backs of his to guide him. You tell him that you like it when your nipples are touched.

He bowed his head lower, and tenderly he kissed the swell of your breast

“Is this ok?” He asks.

“Yes Eddie, more of that” he brought his warm mouth around your perked nipple.

“Oh yes,” you arched your back making your breast squish into Eddie’s nose.

Your head spun as he hummed into you, the vibration jolting to your core.

“I uh, don’t know what to do with my hands.” He admitted.

You took his right hand in yours and guided it past your waistband and overtop of your mound.

“Feel me Eddie I’ll tell you what feels good” Eddie’s thick fingers explored your pussy lips, slipping his fingers through your folds he grazes your clit and you jerk at the touch.

One thing about Eddie is that he is very receptive. He does it again to test the waters “oh fuck” you moan.

“You like that baby” his confidence was showing.

“Yes Eddie, fuck keep going”

“So this is what that little toy is for? This spot right here?” You nodded your head not able to speak.

Why was he so good at this?

“Can I try?” He sheepishly asks you.

“Yes, Eddie please” he reaches over to get the vibrator you had left resting on the bed.

“Hold down on the button to turn it on”

“Which one there are three? Why are there three?” He turns it finding the buttons.

“The bottom one, the others are to change the pattern and the speed” You point to the power button.

“Oh,” Eddie smirks.

“Ok playboy let’s not get ahead of ourselves, we will start on level one” The low buzzing filled the room once again.

“I should take off my shorts…” you awkwardly suggested.

You hook your fingers into the waistband and wiggle your hips up and out.

“Ok so, just put it where you put your fingers before” you guide him by the wrist.

The vibrator makes contact with your swollen clit. “Oh god yes!” You arch your back in pleasure.

The feeling of the buzzing on your clit shot waves of euphoria through you. Eddie couldn’t wipe the Cheshire Cat smile off of his face. Having you at his mercy could have him busting a nut here and now.

Eddie kissed you while holding down the vibrator like his life depended on it. You were starting to get squirmy, your hips gyrated into him

“More Eddie, you moaned into his mouth.

“What do you want?” He asks

“Your fingers, please” you wine.

He stops kissing you, you can see the nervous look in his eyes.

“It’s okay Eddie you won’t hurt me.” You brush a piece of hair behind his ear.

A shaky hand grazed your slick folds and pushed up slowly and back out again, he repeated that until you showed him what to do next.

“That’s it Eds” you sighed into his mouth.

“Now go like this” You wiggled your index and middle finger in a come hither motion.

The coil in your lower stomach was getting tighter with each pump of his fingers you were being wound up until it snapped, Eddie feels your walls clench down in him and the thought of you doing that with his cock inside you only got him even more excited.

“Oh fuck yes Eddie!” You cried out with pleasure. Your heavy breaths and the low buzz of the vibrations filled the room.

“Woah” Edd breaks the silence,

“It’s-too much Eds” You push his hand away that was still holding the toy to your sensitive clit.

“oh shit sorry” he throws it to the side of the bed and captures your lips into another kiss.

You break the kiss to reach over to the nightstand and grab your condoms.

“Holly shit this is really happening,” Eddie says under his breath but you hear him.

“If you still want to yeah” You sit up on your knees and tell Eddie to get on his back.

“I’ll be on top to start you off ok, Then if you want to switch let me know.”

He nods his head like a kid who was asked if they wanted their favourite ice cream. You push Eddie’s shoulder back so he is propped up just a little on the pillows you straddle him again getting yourself situated.

“You wanna put it on or do you want me to?” You raise your brows at him.

“I’ll uh-I’ll do it” he clears his throat. You pass him the blue foiled pack and he expertly slips it over himself.

“You practice this before?” You giggle, he tells you to shut up and you raise up to your knees you grip his solid length in your hand.

You slowly sink down onto him, and Eddie lets out a guttural moan. You cup a hand over his mouth, you don’t want to wake up your roomies.

“Shhhhhhh” you sink down slowly, the way he is stretching you out makes you feel so full. You finally make it all the way to the hilt.

“You okay” you ask Eddie. That was a silly question, of course, he is okay. You start by grinding your hips releasing your hand from his mouth.

“Yea, more than ok baby.” You started to bounce on his cock, the way he was stretching you felt otherworldly.

“Fuck that’s it, so good f’me” he grits out.

He really had confidence for someone’s first time, but that was because he was with you.

“Fuck Eddie you’re so big” You let your head fall back.

The sight in front of Eddie only brought him closer to the brink. Your tight, hot cunt swallowing him, your tits bouncing in his face, he was so close.

Eddie remembered what you said about your nipples being sensitive, he leans forward and latches on. Your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. The room is filled with the sound of pants and skin slapping skin.

“Yes! Eddie yes yes yes” You grab the back of his head and tug on his hair.

He lets out a moan, so you do it again. Eddie loves it when you tug on his locks.

“Fuck baby I’m not gonna last much longer.” He tilts his head up to kiss you, he slips his tongue in your mouth.

You are all-encompassed by Eddie, no one else on earth matters but him in this moment.

You let out a small yelp when Eddie unexpectedly flips you on your back. He was feral, he never had felt this before in his life he had to hold on a bit longer, needing to savour this feeling forever.

The new position forced his cock to hit your walls at a better angle. He bends your legs so they are by your ears. The look in his eyes has you swimming, he is consumed by you, and he watches his cock disappear in and out of your walls.

“Fuck Eddie I’m close, touch me please” Eddie didn’t think twice about grabbing the vibrator.

The memory of your velvety walls clench his fingers and drove him to make sure you were the first to cum. He needed you to cum on his cock like he needs air in his lungs.

Eddie hammered into you at a pace much faster than you were capable of while riding him. The tingling of the vibrations shook through your core, in less than a minute you were cumming on his cock.

You open your mouth to scream with pleasure but nothing comes out, your body shakes with pleasure as your second orgasm consumes you.

The second you clenched down on Eddie he was cumming with you. An animalistic groan leaves Eddie’s throat as his hot ropes of cum spill into the condom.

Eddie collapses onto you with a breathy laugh.

“Oh my god why did I wait so long to do this” he giggled into the crook of your neck.

“Because you never made a move!” You joke back. Eddie pecks your face with a million and one kisses.

“Fuck, sweetheart can we do that again?” He rests his head on your chest, looking at you with those baby cow eyes.

He grabs your hand and brings it to his chin.

“Sure Eds we can do that as many times as you want” Eddie didn’t give you a chance to to recover before he pounced on you for round two….

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[anadiasmount]

imagine having an argument with jude and giving him attitude all day but he’s just so patient and so during your night routine while doing skin care or smth he’s all “darling im so sorry…” blah blah blah but then lectures you in a loving way to not ignore him and instead talk your feelings out 💋

okay but why would this be me?? i will hold onto that grudge until i feel time is right 😔🤞🏻this is slightly longer, and not proofread!! but like always hope you enjoy😘

your hands are interlocked together. well… kinda. his is fully locked with yours, fingers wrapped on your knuckles as your hand is just in place and fingers spread out. he’d been begging for your attention. a small smile, tiny meep, or even a small nudge from you. but you refused to even look at him. saving whatever you had to say in you to further cause tension in the car.

“y/n?”

“don’t talk to me. you might even forget what i’ll say the second i’m done speaking…”

“i want to talk it out! i wanna communicate that with you!”

“yet you didn’t care when i did… i don’t care jude!”

you forgot what you were even arguing about. it was just now you being petty and paying back like all those times he had done to you. clearly it was affecting him as he started to send you text messages to get a reaction. once again he was met with nothing. jude frowning and looking away like you were.

he knew if he removed his hand from yours he maybe would’ve gotten something at of you, but he knew how close and attached you were so jude retreated the idea, not wanting to face an even more upset and angry y/n. if there was jude one thing hated was seeing you mad, sad, upset, anything, because of him. knowing he was the reason he hated it.

of course jude hadn’t forgot what you were arguing about. you had insisted and told him repeatedly about the brunch date you had in morning with some other friends, to take out the trash out before the next day so it wouldn’t pile up, and to simply put away the clothes he had laying around.

jude knew it was to forget about the planned brunch date, but the other stuff he found slightly immature, even though he wouldn’t ever admit that to you. it obviously wasn’t okay to you, and the tone of voice he also spoke didn’t sit right with him. he was under a lot of pressure but if he had done what he was asked at first he wouldn’t be in the position.

jude got out quickly, opening the door for you as you stepped out and walked into the house. jude was about to pay the driver when he told him you had done so already. jude thanked him, rolling his eyes once he saw the front door open and you taking your boots off and heading upstairs.

“y/n? can we talk now?” he asked sighing and covering his face with his hand. “i don’t know? are you going to remember what i’ll have to say? or is it gonna be forgotten like our plans from today? the chores i laid for you? hmm, i vote yes! so no. i don’t want to talk to you,” you say sarcastic, crossing your arms and walked off, ignoring the plead from jude.

jude huffed in his place, becoming frustrated with your attitude and side remarks. it was clear you weren’t going to let it go. so now he was faced with also ignoring you cause he was mad or let you have you’d raided space and talk it out later.

jude being the inpatient and clingy boyfriend he was, gave it an hour before going into the living room where you scrolled on your phone. he couldn’t but you did, so you got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing a snack and sitting in the island. jude of course threw his hands in the air frustrated. you had to hold back the laugh paying attention to the get ready with me video on your phone.

later on when you went upstairs he followed up a few minutes after, seeing you snuggled up in your soft blanket reading a book with your glasses on. he approached you, but you then got up and walked off again on him, going downstairs and laid on the couch. jude clenched his jaw and laughed loudly. he had enough, all he wanted was to apologize and make it up to you.

he watched from afar, as your eyes kept shutting and opened again, many time before yawning and walking up the stairs again. jude had taken you silent treatment and showered, got ready for bed. not because he want to pay you back, but to finally talk with you. one thing you both agreed on was never going to sleep when either one was upset.

you had heard jude come up after setting the alarm system and ensuring everything was cleaned, locked, and lights turned off. you placed your book back on the shelf, your hair going into a messy updo as jude came to the door, bring to waters and your cup of tea. your heart warmed up, feeling bad for ignoring him the entire night when it was the only night together.

in all honesty you felt like he deserved it. it got to the point where he was clearly forgetting about you and what you said around him, feeling like a presence rather than his actual girlfriend. you didn’t want to seem like a bother but he was making you feel like one, and you hated it more than anything.

jude sat on the bathroom countertop, biting his nails as he watched you change out from your day clothes into your pjs. part of him felt like he won when you grabbed his shirt and put it on, the quickly remembered you were still mad at him. you looked down the entire time, a sad flint in your eyes as you started to take your makeup off.

he watched you rub and rub the cotton pad along your face, the water running as you used your nightly cleanser, the jiggle of the towel rack to pat your face dry. “i refuse to go to sleep knowing you’re still mad at me…” jude said making you stop brush your teeth and look up in the mirror. “okay then. all forgiven…” you shrugged, spitting out the excess hearing jude groan.

“please y/n! i’m trying to talk here. i’m being serious when i say i refuse to get on our bed, and you not even spanking a glance at me,” he said upset, getting up from the counter and over towering you. you said nothing and finished brushing your teeth.

you grabbed your last step of your skin care routine, looking up and breathing a bit deeper than before, controlling your emotions because you hated crying in front of people. “you really upset me today jude… for the first time ever i was starting to question if you ever paid attention to me or if i was being clingy…” you softly chucked.

jude immediately winced and got soft, going behind you and hugging your waist. the tight hold almost making you break down in tears before you could even speak. “i hate when you do that to me. it’s not the first time but it makes me feel like i’m not even there! i’m just a ghost or unwanted person in my own home!”

“i never ever, want to make you feel like that. especially in our home y/n! i can’t describe how incredibly sorry i am for making you feel that way. i had no idea and it’s absolutely horrible i know i know. i never wanted to make you feel uninvited or like you couldn’t say anything around me,” jude said behind your, his thumbs stroking the material of the shirt.

“i get you have a lot going on, believe me i do, but you have no right to embarrass me like that jude,” you say with eyes closed, jude nodding his head and then turning you around. “i know darling, i know. i can promise you right this second it won’t ever happen again! it was incredibly selfish and overall i hurt the person that means the world to me,” you felt his trembling hands and lips to your forehead.

“please don’t ever make me feel like that. like i have to overthink what i say, wear, think! nothing hurts more in the world then getting ignored by the person you love most,” you spoke softly, voice still laced with a tint of pain. “i understand baby. i promise i do pay attention and i do hear you,” jude spoke.

“did you really or is-”

“y/n please…”

“okay i’m sorry, i swear i’m done!” you giggle, jude bringing you impossibly closer to him. “i want you to talk to me rather than ignore me. i would rather you scream and yell angrily at how mad you are than have you say nothing to me for the whole evening,” jude said making you look up and nod, agreeing with him.

“i kid you not, i was ready to buy you the full bookstore and bring you a serenade to apologize,” he exaggerated making you laugh and look up at him once again. “not knowing how you’re feeling is the worst stress, especially cause of me… so please don’t make me go through that again…”

“don’t give me the reason too and i won’t,” you remind him, pointing your finger in his face to make things clear. jude saluted letting you know he understands and will play from the rules from now on. “okay now kiss me, because i really really really missed you today…”

“it would be my pleasure. i’m going to take you to bed first, show my beautiful girlfriend why she deserves every ounce of my attention…”

[pupkashi]

to love is to linger

a/n: i read this in a tiktok comment and i burst into tears, love is such a beautiful thing and i hope every single one u gets to experience this kind of love bc u absolutely deserve it <3

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if there’s anything satoru hates more than being away from you, it’s leaving your home after spending time with you. he can’t help the way his stomach drops and the frown that settles on his lips, the slump in his shoulders and the sparkle that seems to die in his eyes.

“i cant find my keys! guess I’ll have to stay the night” he smiles, already pulling you into his embrace, you don’t resist, not wanting him to go either.

“we both know you already hid them in your jacket pocket, lover” you smile, eyes fluttering shut and melting into his chest a bit, breathing in deeply before pulling away.

satoru is quick to keep you firm in his grasp, pulling you slightly so you wouldn’t move too far from him. “maybe i can help you clean up a bit more? didn’t you wanna sweep?” he asks, hope glittering in his eyes as you look at him with an incredulous smile.

it’s a beat of silence before you place your hands on his chest, pat twice and sigh, “okay yeah, stay for a bit more and help me clean up.”

there’s a giant smile on satoru’s face as the words leave your lips. he’s bounding over to you like an excited puppy, sweeping you off your feet and twirling you around, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek before setting you down.

“should we put some music on?”

this seems to happen every time satoru had to leave, starting up a conversation just as he was about to reach for his car keys, stringing you along until you’d tell him to sit on the couch again, he could spare 30 minutes right?

there was countless times where he was already out the door, saying goodbye when he’d turn on his heel, eyes wide as he proclaimed, “oh my god i almost forgot to tell you!” before dropping the juiciest gossip known to man.

“are you serious? wait come inside we have to unpack all of this” you’d immediately say, ushering him back in and preparing some coffee or hot chocolate for the two of you.

it would work every time, satoru would practically skip back into your home, snuggling into the couch he’d grown fond of as you began to talk again.

he’d do everything in his power to linger around, even when he’d eventually stay the night with you, having to say goodbye in the early hours of the morning.

“i could stay and make breakfast,” he’d suggest softly, the sun on barely making its way into the sky, the moon bidding the world goodbye.

“toru it’s 6 am,” you mumble, “you’ve been late enough this week,” eyes closing already as you feel your body giving into the clutches of sleep.

satoru pouts, he knows you’re right but doesn’t care that much. “what’re they gonna do? fire me? kill me?” he chuckles at the thought of them trying, kissing your forehead as you open your eyes just to scowl at him. “alright, fine I’ll go, just say you hate me,” he sighs dramatically.

you smile a bit, “cmere,” you mumble, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer to you. satoru wastes no time in plopping himself back into bed, cuddling up to your side. he lets himself relax in your arms, sighing and closing his eyes, not moving for another 10 minutes before he decides he actually does have to get to Jujutsu tech.

“I’ll see you tonight?” he asks, stretching as he stares at you, cozy as ever in the warm blanket he’d bought you.

you nod your head, “and don’t be late, angel boy” you smile, blowing him a kiss as he walks out the bedroom door, catching it and bringing it close to his chest, smiling ear to ear until he’s closing your front door.

even when the two of you move in together, he still lingers as anytime he has to leave, roping you into a conversation, convincing you for just ‘five more minutes’ when your alarm goes off. he’s chasing after your kisses in the doorway, mumbling a quick ‘one more!’ before he’s grabbing you by the waist and deepening the kiss, smiling into it when you easily melt into his touch.

gojo satoru does everything in his power to linger around you when he has to leave. to him every second with you counts, every moment is fleeting and every minute without you seems a minute wasted.

it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, melting your heart when he makes up a blatantly obvious lie to spend even a mere second longer with you.

to love is to linger.

to spend every moment you can with those you love. to do anything in your power to lengthen the time you have with them. to love someone is to spend all day and night with them and dread the moment you have to leave their side.

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dad quinn with some angst

Just Disappointed | Q. Hughes

warnings - none, just some angst with dad!quinn

note - this probably wasn’t as angsty as you wanted but I had to give it a happy ending! still hope you enjoyed it!

You had just put your four year old daughter down in her bed after a long day of running errands, cleaning the house, and keeping up with her. You and your daughter finished the day, before laying her down, with watching your husband, Quinn’s, game on tv.

Your daughter had been fussy for the whole game, wanting her father, even though she could see him on tv. It had taken thirty minutes alone to put her down for bed after the game, since she didn’t want to go to bed unless she saw her dad.

Quinn had texted you after the game that he would be home in an hour, so you kept her up till then. However, an hour later he wasn’t home yet, so you decided to put her to bed despite the fussing.

Sitting on the couch, thirty minutes after he said he would be home, Quinn walked through the door. Spotting you, he says, “Hey, baby. Did you guys watch the game? We won!”

“Yes, we did,” You mumbled, not making eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong?” Quinn said, making his way towards you on the couch.

“‘What’s wrong’? What’s wrong is that you said you would’ve been home thirty minutes ago, and you weren’t! Our daughter stayed up to see you, and wouldn’t go to bed until she saw you, and you weren’t here! I had to just go ahead and put her to bed without you with her crying for you! Where even were you?!” You say, trying to keep your voice down so you wouldn’t wake up your daughter down the hall.

“I know what I said when telling you what time I would be home, but one of the guys asked if I wanted to stop for food so I did! I didn’t think it would be a big deal, I didn’t think she would still be awake!” Quinn says, while turning to wake towards to the kitchen to put his food up.

Following him into the kitchen hot on his heels, you say, “Not a big deal! You didn’t even tell where you were, if you did I would’ve understood. But I had to tell our daughter that you weren’t home yet and that she has to go bed. She cried for a good fifteen minutes before falling asleep!”

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to. She wanted you so bad tonight, and my own heart broke for her. She missed her dad. I understand that you wanted to stop for food with your teammate, and you should’ve let me know that, but in the morning you need to talk to her,” You say walking towards him.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him. Laying his head on your shoulder, he says, “She’s gonna hate me.”

“Quinn, baby, she could never hate you. For one, she’s four years old. For two, she thinks of you has her whole world. All she wanted was you here since that game started. She just missed you, when she wakes up in the morning, she’s going to be so happy to see you, so she could never hate you.” You give him a kiss on the cheek, while rubbing your hands up and down his back. “Now let’s head to bed, and you can talk to her in the morning.”

-

The sun is shining in through the curtains when you roll over expecting Quinn to be right next to you but your hands just run over cold bedsheets. Sitting up, you hear noises in the baby monitor. Making your way out of the bed, you throw on a hoodie of your husbands and make your way down to your daughters room

Upon entering, you stop and take a look at the scene in front of you. Quinn is sitting in your daughters bed, holding her while she playfully messes with his hair.

He says to her, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here last night baby. Daddy made a mistake, but I couldn’t be anymore happier to see you.”

Your daughter, with a big smile on her face, says, “Its okay daddy! I still love you!” She instantly snuggles into Quinn, and he hugs her extra tight.

“Do you guys have room for one more?” You say shyly from the door which has them both looking at you with smiles on their face.

“Mommy! Daddy’s here!”

“Yes, he is! Isn’t daddy the best!” You say as Quinn pats the spot next to him on the bed.

Wrapping one of his arms around you, while keeping hold with one arm on your daughter, he kisses you on the cheek. “I think mommy gets all the credit for being the best! She can calm us both down,” he says. Then your daughter gets distracted by wanting to show her dad her new stuff animal that was sent by Uncle Luke, you take this moment to talk to Quinn.

“See I told you she would never hate you, she loves you so much,” as you lay your head on his shoulder.

Quinn sighs, “I know, but I guess I just needed to see it first to believe it. I wouldn’t make the same mistake as last night. I hate knowing she was sad over something I did.” He reaches down and gives you a kiss.

“Daddy! Look at the stuffed animal Uncle Lu-Luke sent me!”, as she gets back onto the bed holding the new giraffe stuffed animal.

“Aw baby I love it! Why don’t you bring it over here and we can all snuggle up for a few minutes before we eat breakfast?” The mention of snuggles has her instantly moving to get In between you and Quinn.

As Quinn wraps his arm around the both of you, he knows he will never disappoint any of his girls again.

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 14

Finnick x Y/N

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A fluffy/angsty chapter for you all :)

Content Warnings - Panic Attack

“Good morning Fiesty!” Johanna barks as she enters your room. You had just finished the bland breakfast the doctors gave you. “I brought someone for you!”

Finnick shuffles in after Johanna, still avoiding getting close to you.

“Finn!” you exclaim. He looks at you with sad eyes that make you want to cry.

“I’m not going to hurt anyone,” you sniffle. “Please believe me.”

Finnick just stands there, not responding. Johanna on the other hand, walks right up to you and slaps you in the face.

“Ow!” you shout at her. “That hurt!”

“See!” Johanna states proudly. “She’s harmless. She didn’t even fight back.”

“I can scream and she won’t do anything about it!” Johanna states before screaming. You cover your ears, but don’t panic. The doctors enter your room to see what all the noise is and you tell them it’s fine. Johanna just screamed at you to show that you wouldn’t attack anyone.

Johanna’s demonstrations ease Finnick’s nerves a little. Maybe they did fix you.

He slowly approaches your bed and you hold out your hand to him.

“Why would they fix you?” he asked. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

You shrug. “Honestly I don’t know but I don’t really care. All that matters is I’m fixed and we can cuddle without me trying to kill you!” you grin.

“Gross,” Johanna mutters. “I’m out of here. Keep it PG you two.” You laugh as she leaves.

Finnick sighs and crawls into bed with you. Despite still being cuffed to the bed, you’re able to snuggle up into his side quite comfortably.

“I missed you,” you sigh, stifling a yawn. You only woke up an hour ago but your lack of exercise has made you lethargic.

“I missed you too,” he hums, stroking circles onto your arm. You don’t even mind that he’s pressed up against you in his District 13 jumpsuit, while you wear nothing but your underwear and a hospital gown.

“I can’t wait to be free,” you tell him. “No matter where I go I always seem to be locked up in a cage.”

“When the war is over we will both be free,” he replies. “Snow will be dead and we can do whatever we want.”

“What do you want to do?” you ask him.

“I want to go back to four and live in a house on the north end of the district,” he states. “I want to have a big garden that overlooks the ocean, and a big couch I can nap on.”

“Do I get to come with?” you ask, wondering where you fit in to his plans.

“Of course,” he grins. “I still need a roommate. Who else would tell me to pick my dirty clothes up off the floor?”

“Ah,” you sigh. “So I’m the roommate?”

“For now,” he states but he knows exactly what you are hinting at. “Can we just focus on getting out of here for right now and worry about whether or not you are the roommate later?” he asks.

“Of course,” you respond, looking up at him. “I don’t care what I am as long as I get to be with you.”

He smiles as his lips approach yours, leaning in closer until your door opens and a doctor walks in.

“Mr. Odair,” she states, seemingly unenthused about the scene in front of her. “You are not supposed to be in here unsupervised.”

“Right,” he grumbles, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“Miss Y/L/N has some visitors from command,” the doctor states.

“I’ll come back later,” he states, brushing your fingers with his as he leaves your room.

The moment he leaves, Haymitch and Boggs enter your room.

“Wow Haymitch you look sober,” you tell the victor.

“And you’re speaking!” he chuckles. “Guess we both changed.”

“Miss Y/L/N we need to ask you a favor,” Boggs states.

“Sure, what is it?” you ask.

“Peeta has been having a hard time since we rescued him,” Haymitch explains. “We were wondering if you would go in and speak with him, as a friend.”

“I can do that,” you nod. Haymitch sighs in relief.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Boggs states. “There are a few rules regarding your visit. One, absolutely no mentions of Katniss or anyone close to her. If he starts talking about her, just nod your head and don’t aggravate him. Two, don’t talk to him about what they did in the capital. It might set him off. He’s restrained in his room but we are letting you in unrestrained. If at any point you feel unsafe you can leave.”

The doctors bring you a jumpsuit and you get ready for your visit to Peeta. It feels great to no longer be stuck in your room, even if this is just a quick break.

“Remember, you can leave at any point,” Haymitch reminds you. You nod and step into Peeta’s room.

“Hey Peeta,” you grin. “I missed you.”

“Y/N!” he smiles. “I was so worried about you!”

“How are you feeling?” you ask him.

“Not great,” he sighs. “I can’t tell what’s real anymore.”

“Yeah,” you sigh in return.

“Has it happened yet?” he asks you.

“Has what happened?” you ask him, a bit confused.

“Has the timer gone off?” he asks, confusing you even more.

“I’m not quite sure what timer you are referring to,” you tell him, slowly taking a few steps back. Your brain didn’t like this.

“Your timer,” he states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “The one the capital gave you.”

At his mention of the capital, you freeze. You couldn’t do this. Your hands start to sweat and your face turns pale as you do your best to back away from him.

Boggs must notice your sudden change of mood as he enters the room and tells Peeta to excuse you two while you went to do your treatment. You hadn’t been receiving any treatment, he just wanted to get you out of there.

“Y/N, what was he talking about?” Haymitch asks.

“I don’t know,” you respond. “I think I need to go lay down for a bit.”

The doctors run every test on you imaginable with the technology they have available to them in 13 but they found nothing. Maybe Peeta was wrong. Maybe he made it up.

After monitoring you for another week, President Coin finally sets your release date for three days from now. They would release you immediately but they weren’t expecting you would ever be released so they need to figure out your living situation and what monitoring you will need first. You asked to live with Finnick but they said no.

“Finn,” you whine, sitting in his compartment. The doctors let you out of your hospital room supervised as long as you returned for meals and to sleep.

“Why won’t they let me move in?” you ask. “You don’t even have a roommate.”

“Because we aren’t married,” he replies. “In District 13 you have to be married if you want to live with someone of a different gender. I already asked if they could make an exception for us because we’ve been living together for years now but they won’t allow it. I think they’re gonna put you with Johanna when she’s released.”

“Well then let’s get married!” you state, catching him off guard. He laughs at this suggestion, causing you to frown.

“Oh,” he states, noticing your reaction. “That was a serious suggestion?”

“Yes,” you respond.

“We aren’t even dating!” he replies. “And you want to just skip to getting married?”

“Uh yeah,” you respond. “I don’t think they’ll let us live together if we’re just dating so marriage it is!”

Finnick groans and puts his head in his hands.

“Y/N marriage is a serious thing,” he states. “People get married because they’re in love, not to become roommates.”

“So you aren’t in love with me?” you frown. Boys are so confusing.

“No that’s not what I’m saying,” Finnick responds. “I’m saying that getting married just so District 13 lets us live together is not a good reason to be getting married.”

“So you are in love with me?” you grin.

“Shut up,” he replies.

“Make me”

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OKAY have you heard of letting someone cry themselves to sleep if theyre having sleep problems and can't sleep without their caregiver😅😅? Would you be willing to write something like that for little!reader with daddy!stucky? Maybe they had a nightmare and cant sleep by themselves so steve wants to try this but bucky doesn't want to? idk if that makes sense hahaha

𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

warnings: FLUFF, mentions of nightmare and sleep problems, daddy!stucky x little!reader

a/n: I AM SO SOFT FOR THIS, I'm struggling to finish my assignment that's due tmr morning so I wanted to work on something else to get my mind off it, and what is better than stucky taking care of little!reader hahah

Ever since you had a nightmare a few weeks ago, you refused to go to sleep unless either Bucky or Steve were with you. For a few days, Steve was by your side whenever you asked him to cuddle you during nap time or bedtime. It was a good thing that their work schedule was so flexible that they could work from home sometimes and be there to take care of you. However, Steve soon realized that if they continue to do this then you would never be able to go to sleep by yourself.

Steve decided that they would start by only cuddling with you during bedtime, but for nap time they would leave after tucking you in, and if they were weren't home then you'd have to get yourself ready for nap time. Of course, Bucky didn't agree with this. He found it impossible to just let you cry it out until you fell asleep. Steve eventually convinced him by telling him they need to be sure you can take care of yourself if they ever have to leave you alone for a few days because of work or an emergency.

After a week or so, Steve noticed that whenever they weren't working from home, Bucky would always go home for lunch and then come back after an hour or so. At first, Steve thought that maybe Bucky was just checking up on you. However, he decided to check up on Bucky one day and caught him cuddling you during nap time. You were asleep and didn't need Bucky there but he wanted to stay just in case you woke up. He didn't even notice Steve until he called his name.

He groaned, getting out of bed and walking into the hallway to talk to Steve, "Look I know-"

"Bucky, I already told you she needs this."

"But what if she has a nightmare? Or what if she's hurt? Maybe it's not such a bad idea that one of us is here all the time." He shrugged, looking down at the ground.

"We're not having this discussion again." Steve mumbled, dragging him downstairs to drive him back to work.

Once they returned to work, Steve felt good about their talk on the way there. He made some good points that they need to be sure you can take care of yourself in case they're not around. He also pointed out that this might help you get over the nightmare, and perhaps get over your fear of sleeping by yourself. Bucky nodded along and agreed that those were all good points. Steve was proud of him. He didn't think Bucky would agree to this so quickly.

Steve decided that maybe they would go home early today, so he stopped by Bucky's office to get him, he wasn't there. His stuff wasn't there so maybe he already left but he never leaves without telling him so that was a bit odd. He tried to call Bucky but he didn't pick up. He decided maybe he should go home to check if he's already there.

When he got home, he noticed both you and Bucky watching a movie on the couch. You were lying down on top of him, all snuggled up while he had his arms wrapped around you. Bucky groaned as he noticed Steve standing in the living room next to them.

"Oh for God's sake Bucky, we just talked about this!" Steve exclaimed, as he picked you up.

Bucky quickly sat up and tried to explain himself, "No no it's okay, she couldn't sleep so we're just watching a movie until she feels sleepy again."

"Bucky we talked about this..." Steve carefully put you down on the ground before bending down next to you, "Hey bubba I think I saw Ellie Bunny sitting at the table by herself, why don't you go grab her for naptime, huh?"

You quickly smiled and nodded, running over to the table to grab your beloved plushie.

Steve sat down on the couch next to Bucky, groaning, "Look we can't keep doing this. She needs this."

"I can't help it, if I hear her crying I'm gonna go make sure she's okay." Bucky said, getting up from the couch to turn the TV off.

"I know you only wanna comfort her, and these mama bear instincts are adorable," Bucky opened his mouth to interrupt as soon as he heard the words 'mama bear instincts' but Steve continued "but she needs to be able to sleep by herself. She'll never be able to do that if you just keep coddling her. You think it doesn't break my heart to hear her cry and not go to her?"

"I-"

"This is for her own good, okay?" Steve sighed, getting up from the couch to help you get tucked back in for nap time.

After dinner, Steve decided that since you had Bucky next to you for nap time, maybe they could try to have you sleep on your own during bedtime. Bucky flat out refused as soon as heard the idea but Steve wouldn't budge.

Eventually, you tired yourself out from all the crying and fell asleep. Bucky decided that if he heard you crying at any point during the night then he'll bring you back to bed. Steve told him that that wouldn't be necessary.

In the middle of the night, Bucky reached over to Steve's side but found it empty. He quickly got up and walked over to your room. He quietly chuckled to himself when he noticed Steve next to you, humming softly and brushing his fingers through your hair. Steve groaned lightly as he noticed Bucky,

"What happened to-"

"Not a word. We'll discuss it tomorrow, go back to bed."

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Bang Chan & Felix 💚

fluff

"well fuck you too," you said a little too enthusiastically

felix: baby what's wrong?

y/n: i just got my period i'll be fine, i'm gonna take a shower.

with that, you got in the shower and luckily the hot water was helping soothe your cramps.

you were only a few minutes but when you walked back into the room both felix and chris were awake waiting for you to come back.

felix: there's advil on the nightstand but i wasn't sure if you were nauseous yet.

y/n: awww thank you lix, you guys didn't have to stay up for me

chris: yeah but we wanted to

you quickly took the painkillers so you could beat the nausea. and you did fall back asleep cuddled between felix and chris but low and behold you were back up and awake at 5:03 with nausea.

so you decided to make your way to the couch and watch tv since you knew that you weren't going back to sleep anytime soon.

it's not like you're going to throw up but it's a very uncomfortable sensation.

a/n: can anyone else tell the difference from then they're going to vomit and just have the feeling of it or is it just me?

you were only out there by yourself for an hour before chris came out with his phone.

chris: princess, you know you could have woken me up to be with you. you know i don't sleep anyways.

y/n: i know but i need you to have some type of function in the morning.

chris sat down on the couch so you could snuggle up next to him.

you started scrolling through the same 4 social media apps when felix came out of the room

"so you guys are gonna move the party out here and not tell me, ugh rude," he says with a smile

you playfully roll your eyes

"uh huh, sorry lix, you wanna come here?"

"i guess i could"

felix slides right behind you and tucks his head into your neck while chris's head is on top of yours.

felix: ah i missed my pillow

y/n: is that all i am to you?

felix: yup

y/n: chris come get lix before i fight him

chris: no fighting in this household, please

felix rubbed his hands together and placed them where your cramps are to soothe them a bit.

y/n: thank you, you guys are the best

felix: just wait until we cook for you later

as it was 7 in the morning. you, chris and felix talked about the most random things as you watch the sun come up through the balcony window.

they're the best caretakers you could ask for

[second-axis-point]

WE NEEED MORE FLUSTERED JOEL 🤲🤲🤲PLEASE SIR JUST A SCRAP

Well since you asked so nicely. 

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Slight use of a nickname, No use of Y/N

Content: Fluff, Flustered Blushy Joel, Nightmares

I wanted to add a bit of fatherly instincts to the reader. So reader comforts Ellie after a nightmare and Joel watches him. Joel gets all flustered and weird when reader turns his attention to him.Thanks for the request! 💙

Calm Your Mind

You had been torn from a peaceful rest when you heard your front door slam followed by a string of frantic swears. It wasn’t uncommon for people to just walk in and you had gotten used to it a few weeks into living with Joel in Jackson. But it was almost three o’ clock in the morning so surprise visitors were uncommon.You looked over at Joel who was still sound asleep next to you. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness as you slipped on a pair of sweatpants and walked out of your bedroom, 9mm in hand. You see Ellie pacing by the couch, seemingly deliberating if she should leave or not.

“Ellie? What’s goin’ on sweetheart?”

You set down your gun and slowly make your way to her. She snapped her head up and stilled as soon as she heard your voice.

“Tex? Shit I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to wake you or Joel I just didn’t know were to go and-”

She made a b-line to you as she rambled, burying her head into your torso.

“Okay, okay. You're alright El I promise. Now take a breath and tell me what happend.”

She took a second and backed away slightly. She looked a bit embarrassed.

“I had a nightmare.”

She wouldn't meet your eyes.

“I know It’s stupid and childish but it seemed real and I just wanted to talk to someone.”

She trailed off.

“It’s alright. Nightmares aren’t childish Ellie, you know that. Joel and I both get nightmares sometimes but that’s all they are. Nightmares.”

You bend down slightly and she looks up at you. She looked exhausted. You wondered how long she had been awake.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

She asked you quietly.

“Course you can.”

You smiled softly and motioned toward the couch. You sat down first and she laid her head down on your lap. You grabbed the book you left on the coffee table and started to read out loud. She asked a few questions about the story but fell asleep only a few minutes in. You pulled down the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over her. You put a hand on her shoulder and prepared for your back to ache something awful in the morning. It was all worth it though. This little girl who you’d only known for about a year had full trust in you. She trusted you to protect her from the monsters outside while she slept.

You let your head lull back but pricked up your ears when you heard a pair of footsteps. Joel’s footsteps got closer and closer until you felt him sit down next to you. He sort of burrowed himself into your side, leaning his head on your shoulder. He brushed a strand of hair off of Ellie's forehead.

“Sorry if we woke you. She had a nightmare and came to us.”

Joel sighed.

“You didn’t wake me up. I rolled over and you weren't there.”

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and you could feel his cheeks go red. You adored how easily you could fluster him. A few sweet words paired with a light touch to his arm could make him fumble over his words for an hour. You moved your arm from the back of the couch to drape it across his shoulders. He snuggled closer and the three of you slept on the couch that night.

—

Morning came and of course, your back was sore. You woke to find that Joel was still sleeping on your shoulder but Ellie had her eyes open and was fiddling with the fabric of your sweatpants. You nudged her slightly and she rolled to look up at you.

“Breakfast?”

You asked quietly and her eyes lit up. He hopped off the couch and towards the kitchen. You leaned Joel back on the couch so that he was lying on his back and joined Ellie. You made pancakes and bacon while she tried to remember some of the stupid jokes from her joke book. The sun started to come up and Ellie was invited to go do something with Maria and Tommy. She gave you a quick thank you and waved goodbye as she trotted off to join the others.

You went back inside to find that Joel had slept through it all. You sat on the floor by the couch and started rubbing his back. You kissed the base of his neck and moved your hand into his hair. He groaned and started to stir.

“C’mon handsome, I made breakfast.”

He rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes. You hopped up onto the couch and straddled his hips. He sat up with you on his lap, his head buried in your chest. You could see his ears turning red. You put both hands in his soft hair and lightly scratched his scalp. He groaned and hugged you closer. You somehow slipped out of his grasp and made your way back to the kitchen. He followed you and sat down at the table.

His hair was mussed and his clothes were ruffled but he looked amazing. He still had a blush dusting across his cheeks and his eyes were still adjusting to the light. You pressed a kiss to his temple as you set his food in front of him. He thanked you and dug in as you cleaned up from Ellie. You and Joel had a quiet day in.

[wifey-ohara]

I'll fill the silence for you

Sick hobie& younger sibling! Reader

So in my hobie hcs i said that we took care of him after the spider bite soo i just wanted to write it out, because nothing else was moving along, hope you enjoy this little drabble

Notes: platonic, Siblings love, comforting hobie, painful spider bite, reader can sing, lyrics and verses from don't speak by no doubt because ive been listening to it none stop, proof read by my friend angel(thx love), probably gonna add to it

@randomaddict1 asked if i have more hobie and sib reader and the answer is, always

"and if it's real i don't want to know~"

And you sang along what songs you remember..

It was 5 am in the morning, and the sun started to shine in you and your older brother's little speace you called your home, unfortunately, you haven't had a blink of sleep that night.

Not that the timing was unfamiliar to you, you two were all too happy with staying up late and even skipping a whole night sleep before going to living your lives, doing your jobs as if you rested the night before, spending those sleepless nights partying, hosting concerts, singing and having fun, or just on some roof you two climbed, staring at the stars, talking about life, the future, your plans, or running in the rain, playing as if you were children again.

But tonight,your voice echoing around the quiet place, arms creating random shapes in his arm, the other on his back, repeating a mindless tapping motion on it, you were doing everything in your power to keep yourself awake.

You haven't dared to stop holding him and singing ever since you almost fell asleep after him and he started whispering in pain and kicking slightly two hours ago.

You don't think you'll ever forget the image of him on the floor, back arched forward, chin to his chest, jaw so tight you're suprised his teeth are still intact, eyes sealed shut yet cheeks wet from sweat and tears, loud grunts of pain escaping him.

You ran to his side, looking for any gunshot wounds, stab openings, any proof of the intruder that your dagger was drawn out for, yet none were apparent, actually, he seemed perfectly fine.

"it was a spider!" he yelled, gasping before he drew his lips shut again.

You're still confused about it, but you held him through it all, whispered in his ear comforting words, rocked him back and forth, let him squeeze your hand, encouraged him to scream it out, until he tired of it and began to take deeper breaths, eyelids fluttering shut, snuggling to your shoulder.

"sing f'me... Please" he sobbed "of course" you replied.

And thats how you two ended up like this, his head on your shoulder, both arms around you, finding safety in your touch and yet protecting you at the same time

..

He woke up to your humming, feeling your hands hanging by his shoulders, as your head was dropped back on the couch.

It was soothing, never failing to ground him and put him at ease, and now, it makes the needles running under his skin somewhat softer, and the heaveiness of his head lighter.

"don't tell me because it hurts" he said matching your humming, lifting his head off your shoulder to take a look at you.

And any soothing feelings he had when he woke up disappeared into thin air.

You lifted your head as well, smiling at him, Your eyes were red and puffed out, covered in sweat and tears.

"don't speak, i know just what you're sayin' " you replied, voice raspy and it sounded like it hurts you to talk.

"trouble what the hell is this, why you lokin' like that?" he asked still tired and sick but he has other matters to take care of, like knowing why his sibling looks like they walked through hell and back.

And then he remembered.

"little one, did you sleep?" he asked, voice softer this time.

"i couldn't.." you said, and he frowned at you.

"Comeon then" he was still sick and every not fit to change positions with you in his arms but he did anyway, ignoring the sharp soreness the consumed him whole,and the wave of dizziness that came with it ,turning to the side so he could put you on top of him, feeling that urge to throw up fading a bit to the back of his throat.

He reached up and started playing with your hair, messaging your scalp gently, already scolding himself for letting stay up watch over him all night and halfway through the day, planning on calling whoever you had scheduled a job with today and tomorrow and tell them that you won't be there.

It took him awhile to go back to sleep but he did, eventually.

[sadboi-writer]

Could i request a regulus black x fem!Potter!reader smut-ish? Like not fun smut just spicy almost smut

Reader is James’s sister and secretly dating regulus in secret in fear that James would beat the ever living hell outta him or something like that but the two of them have been a lot happier and bubbly than normal and James and Sirius notice the changes in their siblings and start to put two and two together before catching them making out in the empty common room

Thank you <33 🪲

Just Until Friday

Regulus Black x Fem!Potter!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Making Out (very non-descriptive since I’m writing this ten minutes before I have to go to school)

"Potter!" The clear voice rang out

Both James and Y/N whipped around, and there he was. Regulus Black.

"The hell do you want, Regulus?" James spat

"Not you, James," Regulus replied with a smirk, "I was talking to my potions partner."

James glanced at his sister.

She waved him off, "Go on, James. I'll meet you at dinner."

James got all huffy, but continued on his way. Once James was out of earshot and eyesight, Regulus pulled Y/N into a tight hug. His face nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

"I missed you." He sighed, pressing a kiss to the junction of her neck and shoulder

She smiled, "I missed you too, Reg."

"Why don't we chill in the Slytherin common room on Friday? Everyone will be at the quidditch match, it'll just be us." He suggested, tracing small circles into Y/N's back

She pulled back from the hug, "I think that sounds like a perfect idea, I'll tell James and Sirius that I have to look after our exam potion."

He smiled and kissed her cheek. She giggled.

"I have to go, or else James'll start a search party for me." Y/N sighed

Regulus groaned, "Just one kiss?"

She smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. When she pulled away he chased her lips, causing her to laugh.

"Only one." Y/N teased, "Maybe you'll get more on Friday, though."

Y/N sauntered away, leaving Regulus to slump against the brick wall of the deserted corridor. Friday couldn't come soon enough.

When Y/N entered the Great Hall with a wide smile, James knew something was up. Y/N sat down next to him, grabbing some pasties and potatoes.

"So, what'd he want?" James asked, mouth half-full of food

"He just needs me to watch our exam potion on Friday. He has to write a Divination essay."Y/N replied, grabbing a fork to eat

Sirius' head whipped around, "We play against Slytherin on Friday! You can't miss it!"

"Yes, I can. And I have to," Y/N replied, "I have to get a good grade on this exam, or else Regulus will kill me."

"Why does he care?" James pressed

"Because he's my potions partner, if I get a bad grade, so does he."

Sirius nodded, "If he gets a bad grade in Potions, mum'll flip her shit."

Y/N nodded and pointed her fork at Sirius, "Exactly."

James rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

That Friday, Y/N's stomach was leaping in anticipation Just a few more hours before she could spend time with her beloved. There was more of a spring in her step as she entered the common room from her dorm that morning.

"What's got you all peppy?" Remus asked with a yawn from his spot in the arm chair

"I'm just ready for the day!" Y/N lied, "I think it's going to be a good one!"

James huffed from his position on the couch, his head rested in Sirius's lap, "Well take your pep somewhere else. It's too early for this."

Y/N rolled her eyes and leaned over the back of the couch, giving James a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll see you after the match?” Y/N asked as she headed to the door

James nodded and yawned, closing his eyes.

Y/N was quick to make her way to the Slytherin common room. She knocked on the door. Regulus was quick to open it with a smile before engulfing her in a tight hug.

“Darling!” He mumbled happily into her shoulder

He pulled her in and to the couch, snuggling her close. They stayed that way for the better part of an hour. Until Y/N looked up at Regulus, she pecked his lips. He deepened the kiss.

It quickly turned into a make out session. Y/N straddled his lap as the two kissed furiously. 

Unbeknownst to them, the Quidditch match had ended and when Y/N didn’t turn up to talk to James. He followed Lucius Malfoy to the Slytherin common room to look for Regulus to ask about Y/N.

“What. The. Fuck.” James shouted

[mimikittysblog]

Lazy Valentine's Date with TXT

Pairing: TXT x gn! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: How would TXT spend their valentines with their significant other when one of them or both are feeling a little bit lazy?

Word Count: 1,8k words

A/N: Hi everyone! Happy Valentine’s Day! Whether you’re single or have a significant other, I hope you’ll still have a wonderful day filled with love from the people you love! Anyways I hope you enjoy this imagine I made. This is actually a re-upload of an imagine I made for instagram before I moved to tumblr. I wrote it as just a casual lazy date but changed it up or I guess I just added some Valentine’s Day elements to fit this holiday. Still hope you like it! Please give me some feedback by replying or reblogging! Thank you! Once again! Happy Valentines!

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Soobin

You and Soobin being quite the introverts found going out for a date after a very long week to be quite exhausting. So the both of you for this Valentine’s planned a stay in lazy date in the comfort of your own shared apartment. “Wanna just stay here be potatoes and not do anything for valentines?” Soobin asked you that morning with a cheeky bunny smile. You’ve never nodded so enthusiastically before in your life!

In the living room, you have a set of extra pillows and blankets (Kinda made a small yet very comfy fort) with an order of take out and iced coffees + extra snacks on the way and an array of movies and animes to marathon watch. “How could this be any more perfect?” You thought to yourself while smiling at the set up you’ve created.

“Oh baaabyy~~” Soobin called over for you, holding up two pairs of matching sweats and hoodies. Right then and there you realized, THATS how things could be more perfect! (In addition he purposely gave the biggest size for you). As planned you two spent the whole day and night cuddling while watching countless movies and animes. Munching and sipping on drinks and snacks plus the takeout. Then it ends wonderfully with the two of you snuggled up and sleeping on the couch.

Before you dozed off though, Soobin gave you a sweet and loving kiss on the top of your head. “I love you darling” he whispered. “I love you too Soobinnie” you whispered back with a wide smile. For the last time tonight you really thought to yourself “This couldn’t be a more perfect Valentine’s Day”

YeonJun

You and YeonJun had planned a picnic for this years Valentine’s Day but unfortunately the weather had different plans. YeonJun was peeking out the window from the kitchen with a soft pout. "I don't think it's going to stop soon..." He sighed and sat back down in front of your frowning self that’s when you got an idea. "We can still have the picnic! It’ll just be inside! And we can even cuddle up and take a nap right after!" You exclaimed with a smile. YeonJun blinked at you in surprised then smiled at the idea, “My pretty love is such a genius!” He exclaimed then quickly got to work.

So the both of you set up a picnic blanket in the middle of the living room and placing all sorts of foods and drinks you both made together and had planned to bring with you on top of it. Then once everything was set up for the next a couple of hours you talked, laughed and ate. Also had a little debate of who should have the last piece of food. The room filled with whines, giggles and “No! You!”’s. It finally ended when you just shoved the food in his mouth, with him whining with his adorable pout and promising to give you the last piece next time.

Cuddling for a bit more, you continued to talk about everything and anything completely forgetting about the time ticking and the world outside your home. It was only until you both got sleepy that you both decided to clean up and go cuddle in layers of blankets with mountains of pillows and nap.

The rain still has not lighten up. Raindrops were hitting the bedroom window softly. Eyes started becoming heavy and you started to drifted off not but not without you hearing a soft "I love you, Baby. Happy Valentine’s Day" from YeonJun that followed with a sweet kiss. He followed it by singing you a sweet song to help cap off an amazing Valentine’s.

Beomgyu

After a long week, miraculously Beomgyu has been worn out and has gone silent. However still being as caring as he is, he wanted to do something with you for this Valentine’s Day. However since you didn’t want to wear out your sweet boyfriend anymore than he already is, you both decided to have a date inside the house, barely doing anything and just be together. 

So you two have been cuddling on the couch mindlessly talking about anything that comes to mind while also scrolling through different shows that might be interesting for a good couple of hours and eating a heart shaped pizza that was available for this time of year. While it was a bit boring at first, being in each other’s arms was still very comforting and you two enjoyed each other’s presences very much. Then an idea came to mind to make this day a bit more interesting and might even be a pretty good Valentine’s Day gift for him.

“Hey, why don’t you teach me a bit on how to play your favorite video game and we can play together.” You offered him. The boy was too stunned to speak, he wasn’t really expecting that. “Really?!” He exclaimed, excited at the thought of his partner being intrigued and taking time to learn his interests. “Yeah! I wanna bond and have fun with my boyfriend of course!”

In the speed of light, he gave you a big SMOOCH being incredibly happy. That won’t last long though, as after teaching you and playing just a couple of rounds, it has come to the attention of both of you, that you are somehow a natural gamer and has gotten better scores than him each time. Boy got seriously grumpy.

However it was nothing some extra kisses, cuddles, affirming words that he is the best player ever and  “I love you”’s couldn’t fix . Plus a promise that he would win the next round. Although he was genuinely very happy that you two now have something else to bond over and happy you gave his interests a chance, he couldn’t have asked for a better Valentine’s Day gift. When the day finally came to an end the boy wasn’t so silent anymore. 

Taehyun

For Valentine’s Day, Taehyun planned to take you out the movies, the arcade and a nice restaurant for dinner, he really wanted to go all out this year. However when he saw how late you got home that night and how exhausted you were, he realized you most likely didn't really want to go out at all and exert anymore energy for the next day (maybe even for the next couple of days). So the next morning he let you sleep in as he cooked a late brunch for you then walked to the bedroom with the tray of said brunch.

Setting it down on the bedside table he softly whispered, "Sweetheart, wake up baby. You have to eat now and I have a surprise for you!" You whined but sat up byway once you smelled the food, which made him chuckle. Once you opened your eyes, you were at awe at how good the food looked, followed by feeling your heart melt at the sweet gesture from your boyfriend. “Happy Valentine’s Day love! Enjoy!” He told you as you thanked him and ate the food happily. He even occasionally fed you.

Once you were done with your food he brought you out to the living where the couch was covered with fluffy blankets and the coffee table had so much of your favorite snacks and drinks on it. The tv had Netflix already on, ready for you to select a show or a movie. And for some extra flare he also hung up some light valentine’s decorations and adorable fairy lights. You gasped in excitement and gratitude “Tyun! This is amazing!! Oh thank you!!" You then flopped onto the couch and cuddled yourself into one of the blankets.

Taehyun smiled at your cuteness as he sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you. "I originally planned on taking you out to the movies along with some other things, But.. I noticed you were exhausted from such a tiring week. So I decided that we have a movie marathon here instead." he explained with a smile as he looked at you with so much love and care. You pouted at his words, thinking of how much a wonderful boyfriend he is. You pulled him in a sweet kiss and kissed his cheeks as well. "Tyunnie! You're so sweet!! I love you so much! Thank you! Really! I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect date and boyfriend. Happy Valentine’s Day" He laughed as you kept rewarding him with kisses. He giggled out, "Anything for you my beautiful partner! Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you beyond words.” While he couldn’t execute his original plan this Valentine’s he was thankfully still able to go all out.

HueningKai

After what felt like forever you two finally had a day to where you could do anything together. What’s even better was that day happened to land one Valentine’s Day! The problem was... You both were kinda worn out and quite lazy to leave the comfort of your shared bed filled with soft and cuddly plushies. After an hour of you two being awake and just snuggled into each other in silence you piped up. "Should we go out today? To spend Valentine’s Day maybe?" After a moment of silence, Kai just gave a very disapproving noise as he just cuddled into you tighter.

“Let's just stay like this the whole day! Order food or something, it's too warm to leave... And who said you have to go out for Valentine’s Day hmm? We can spend it here! …Unless you really want to go out! Then of course we can go." He mumbled as he nuzzled into your neck. You giggled loudly, knowing your boyfriend must’ve been worried he could have upset you with his response as to why he uttered that last statement. When truthfully you couldn't have been happier with that answer. So you hummed and nodded in agreement and snuggled closer to him. “I think thats a wonderful idea.”

So for the next hours you two just cuddled , softly talking about things that happened through your busy schedules and giggling at random jokes. You two then decided to order some food. Then like you two agreed upon, you ate in bed while watching a movie on Kai's laptop, still snuggled up with the abundance of blankets. Of course his plushies watched with you. Though Kai had to cover their eyes during some not so very “plushie appropriate” scenes, according to him. Even though it was just some light kissing from some of the characters.

Once finished with your food, you cleaned up after yourselves then resumed your snuggle session. As the both of you drift off to sleep Kai whispers, "I'm so lucky to have you lovey. Thank you for the wonderful Valentine’s date, Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you" and a soft peck was then placed upon your lips. You then muttered a soft “Thank you too darling, and I love you too.” As you both then fell asleep with warm smiles and warm hearts surrounded by warm plushies.

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

© mimikittysblog 2023

[mothxmoons]

One enthralling night

“Well, it would be weird for me to return home now, this late at night.” You said, and you could see Wesker grin as you thought about it. Would it be weird to say yes to this? I mean, you hardly know the guy and you don’t even know what he could be capable of-

“I have a spare room so you don’t need to worry about falling asleep on the couch or anything.” He said quickly, seemingly worried about you thinking less of him.

“Oh. Thank you.” You replied softly, rubbing his hand with your thumb as you two walked back to his car. He smiled at you and opened the car door for you. You two talked quietly the whole ride to his home, smiling softly, a nice relaxing drive.

His house was nice, definitely what you wanted similar to when you got around to buying a home. Wesker was nothing more than a gentleman with you, showing you around his home, showing you your room for the night and then the two of you spent some more time talking to one another. Or enjoying the company you two gave each other.

“I have some clothes you can borrow for the night so don’t worry about that either.” He said, holding you close to him.

“You’ve been so kind to me.” You replied, leaning into his neck, practically breathing him in.

“Of course, I want to make this a common arrangement. If that’s alright with you.”

“I’d love nothing more.”

He smiled again and rested his head on your shoulder. You two wouldn’t need the extra room or the extra clothes it seemed, as you two fell asleep right next to each other. Curled up in his arms, his head on your’s, arms wrapped tightly around you. Waking up was an experience, you were nestled in his neck, laying down on your side, chest to chest. One of your arms draped over him, his hands on your waist. It seemed like a dream, and you’d much rather indulge in this comfort while you can.

He seemed to hold you tighter as you snuggled in deeper, he might be awake but you didn’t want to look. You were too comfortable.

It was about an hour later when you’d wake up again. The smell of food made it easier to wake up.

“Good morning, my dear. We…sort of fell asleep on the couch.” Wesker said, watching you enter the kitchen, his shirt was open as he made a simple breakfast of eggs and hash browns. You made your way over to him and rested your head on his arm, still sleepy. It felt so strangely domestic, but it felt right.

He chuckled and let you lean on him. It was a nice breakfast, the two of you having a nice conversation before he drove you back to your apartment. Chris was passed out on the couch when you came home. He was wearing last night’s clothes as well, you guess Jill drove him back home.

Days passed, days turned into weeks. You and Wesker were still going on dates every time he had the time. With your schedule it seemed easy to do, although you often found yourself in his home staying the night. Talking until you both fell asleep and it was too late to go home. Chris assumed you found a boyfriend and didn’t push anything but did tease you a lot. You never said anything but your boyfriend or your relationship with his captain, he never asked but you don’t think he thought to ask.

These months with Wesker really showed you that you really liked him. You always found a reason to go to a public function of Chris’ just to see him. You’re pretty sure Jill knows. She gives you a look every time you turn up. It did come as a shock to Chris when Wesker agreed to come to a party in the apartment, but all for the same reason. To see you. To see your room, your space.

However, one evening was different. Chris was out on a mission and wouldn’t return for god knows how long, so when Chris came home looking tired, bloody and dirty, you were shocked to learn that Wesker was planning on killing him and his team, and almost succeeded. Him and only four other survivors. It took a while for you to come to grips with that information. Someone you loved wanted to kill your friend and his coworkers. To kill his own teammates. But where did that leave you? What would have happened if he had succeeded? Kill you? Would he have done that?

Chris was going out of the apartment again. He only said he was going to find out more about Umbrella and left. To say you were lonely was an understatement. Sure you had Jill to talk to as she had always suspected that you and Wesker were involved with each other, but it still felt lonely. And you never wanted to burden her more. She was already dealing with PTSD from the betrayal, and she was moving away, with STARS disbanded there was no reason for her to stay here. Damned Irons, greedy bastard.

The home phone rang one day, you paused whatever you were doing and turned to it.

Who the hell would be calling?

[a-crumb-of-whump]

A New Beginning #14: Adoration

Masterlist | AO3

Content: Vamprie whumpee, recovery, multiple caretakers, human caretaker, PTSD/trauma, meltdown/panic attack, [implied] self harm (for the sake of food), blood (once again, for the sake of food), fear of being alone.

I am exhausted and haven't actually proof read this or anything, but i promised myself i'd post something before i fell asleep LOL.

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It was only a few days after the gathering they’d had that Carlos heard from his new friend again. He hadn’t really thought much of it at first - Ryker was often getting calls from his employees and other important people that Carlos had never met, so it came as a surprise when the human called him into the living room and held out the phone to him with a polite smile. 

“Hey, man,” he greeted, already beginning to get out of his seat to make room for the vampire to sit down instead. “Charlie’s on the phone. Said he wanted to see how you were going. Would you like to sit down and talk to him while I get your breakfast ready?” 

Did he? What kind of question was that? 

“Yes please!” he chirped, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he took the phone from his human’s hand and sat down on the couch Ryker had just been sitting in. It was still warm, and he found himself snuggling further into the seat as he greeted the other human on the phone. “Good morning!” 

“Good morning to you, too,” Charlie spoke warmly. He still sounded a little groggy, like he hadn’t been awake for long, but Carlos could still hear the faint smile on his face regardless. “You’re sounding rather chipper. How’ve you been?” 

The vampire brought his knees to his chest and began to fiddle with the fabric of his pyjama bottoms as he talked. “I have been well, I think! I’m a little restless today, but Ryker said I just need some mental stimulation. So, he’s gonna set up some stuff for us to do later on.” Then he jumped all of a sudden, feeling as if he’d already forgotten his own manners. “Uhm- and how are you, Charlie?” 

“I’m okay, thank you for asking.” The tone in Charlie’s voice hadn’t shifted, instead remaining light and friendly, despite the fact that he clearly wasn’t all that awake just yet. “I have work today, unfortunately, hence why I’m awake so early. Though, I was actually thinking about dropping by for an hour afterwards, if that’s okay with you?”

Carlos found himself mildly confused. Why was he asking for permission from him to come and see Ryker and Adam? Were they even going to be around today? He thought he recalled the two of them informing him that they wouldn’t be around all that much this week. Had they not told Charlie?

“Uhm…” The vampire didn’t even really know how to answer. “Y-yes?”

Thankfully for him, Charlie seemed to catch on to his confusion pretty quickly. “You sound a little unsure? What’s on your mind?”

“...I guess I don’t really understand why you’re asking for my permission to come visit Adam and Ryker?”

He blinked cluelessly at the sound of Charlie’s light laugh. He didn’t think he’d said anything funny. Did Charlie not realise he was being serious? Though his cheeks flushed red at the embarrassment of being laughed at, he chose not to say anything else.

“You sweet thing. I meant I wanted to come see you. They’re both out this afternoon anyway, aren’t they? I think Ryker said their work schedules are pretty similar this week.”

Oh. It made sense now. However… it also didn’t. 

“You- you want to see me?” the vampire tilted his head. His fingers clutched the phone a little tighter as his heartbeat picked up a bit. This was so exciting. “Really? I- I’m not very good at talking to other people. People, uhm… they scare me.” 

“They scare me, too, buddy. You’re all good. Look, we can give it a miss today if you want? I’m happy to wait until a time where you’re feeling more comfy or one of the guys is around. I totally get it.” 

Carlos could have sworn he felt his heart stop for a moment. 

“No!” he practically cried, leaning forward in his seat as if it could possibly make his point any clearer. He had a death grip on the phone pressed to his ear while his other shaking hand dug Its nails into the leather that made up the couch. “N-no, please, I’ve only ever had two friends in my life. I love them so- so much b-but I don’t wanna be alone anymore. I want friends s-so much. Please come over? Please? I can make some human food for you if you’d like! I swear, I’ll do whatever you want!”

He knew he was being downright pathetic. He knew there was a good chance he was actively scaring his potential new friend away with his intensity, and yet he would have thrown himself onto his knees and begged like that if he were in front of him in that moment. 

Having heard his frantic voice, Ryker was by his side in an instant; resting a hand on his knee while the other arm held a paper towel to the cut on his arm. He’d clearly been in the middle of draining Carlos’ morning breakfast into a cup, and that only made Carlos feel all the worse. 

What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? Those same two questions repeated in his head over and over again.

“Carlos, you’re all good, man. It was just a suggestion,” Charlie was quick to reassure him. Nonetheless, Carlos could still feel the weight of his own panic creeping up on him, threatening to slowly push him into suffocation as if something was holding him against the wall by his throat. “It’s okay. I’ll come visit you this afternoon, then, yeah? Just like I suggested before. No one’s leaving y’alone.”

“I’m so-orry,” the vampire quietly hiccupped into his sleeve. “I’m sorry… I’m…” Behaving like a fucking toddler? Yeah, you are. 

He silently scowled at the voice in his head. It was so loud and so mean. Why couldn’t it just be nice to him? Why did it have to point out all his flaws and mock him as if he didn’t already know they were there? He was trying so hard to like himself just that little bit more. It was so hard…

Ryker squeezed his leg, seemingly trying to draw his attention away from whatever was bothering him. The vampire immediately glanced down at him distractedly, still holding onto the phone so tight his hands were shaking. 

“Sir?” he quietly whimpered. “I’m… I need… need…” He didn’t know what he needed. Didn’t know how to put how he was feeling into words because he’d never had to think about it before. Feelings didn’t matter. Hell, he hardly mattered. 

He guessed it was different now, wasn’t it? 

“I- I di’nt mean t’pressure you,” the vampire whispered in between more hiccups. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I told you I can’t speak to people…”

He was so grateful that Charlie had stayed on the line with him all throughout his little meltdown. Hearing his voice, knowing that he was still there only caused him to cry even more. 

“No, no, you’re doing good, man. I’ve been there before, yeah? I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve struggled to find the right words or lost friends because I’ve said insensitive things without realising. Though, I’ve learnt that the more you do it, the easier it gets. So, what if we practiced together this afternoon?” 

“You- you still wanna come over?” The vampire nearly couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He glanced down at Ryker who was still kneeling by his legs, and the human gave him a comforting smile that silently assured him it was real. “You’ll be my friend?” 

There was another laugh. “Any friend of Adam and Ryker’s is a friend of mine. Look, I gotta finish my coffee and get ready for work but I’ll message Ryker with a time and you can expect to see me then, alright?” 

Carlos sheepishly wiped at his wet eyes, accidentally pricking his bottom lip with his fang as he bit it. “You mean it? You’ll really come?”

“Yeah, man. I promise. See you then?”

“O-okay.” Carlos nodded, somewhat more confidently this time. “Yeah. I will- uhm, see you then?” 

Ryker grinned the moment Carlos had hung up the phone. He took the phone from him and placed it down on the floor before taking his hand into both his own to squeeze it reassuringly. 

“You did it!” he exclaimed, the loud sound of his excited voice causing Carlos to jump a little. “I’m so proud of you for persisting!” 

“Tha-ank you?” He couldn’t tell if the human was being sarcastic or not. “I… I embarrassed myself, didn’t I, sir? I didn’t mean to…” 

Reaching up, Ryker affectionately ruffled the vampire’s growing hair with a smile. “Not at all. You’re doing well. I know Charlie very well - he’s one of my oldest friends, and there’s no one I’d trust more with someone I love than him.” 

That caused Carlos to look up from his lap. The wording was not lost on him, however clueless he usually found himself being. A small smile curved on his lips despite the wetness in his eyes, and he leaned forward to press his forehead to Ryker’s for just a moment; savouring the closeness between them before Ryker had to leave again. It was the only way he knew how to express his gratitude for him in that moment. Words were hard and he just did not have the strength to speak them anymore. 

He could only hope that Ryker understood the meaning behind his simple gesture. Otherwise, he’d be sure to find the words for it later. 

He needed Ryker to know how much he loved him, too. 

-

Carlos spent the entire day watching the clock on the wall and cleaning vigorously before his friend arrived. He’d made what Ryker had said earlier in the morning were his favourite sweets - cookies, cupcakes and a few store bought foods as well. Adam was even kind enough to do his makeup again and help him pick out an outfit for what must have been his very first visit from a friend ever. His friend, no less. Someone who was here for him, not his owners or the people around him. He wanted everything to be perfect. Wanted to prove that he could be a good friend to people, not just some dumb pet for them to take their anger out on.

He could do this. He could do this. He could do this.

When Charlie finally arrived at the designated time - right on time, might Carlos add - he had to let himself in, given the sun was looming right outside, threatening to attack the vampire if he so much as stepped an inch into the light. 

However, the second he had closed the front door, Carlos was already by Its side with his plate of cupcakes in his hand and a warm, excited smile on his face. “Thank you so much for coming,” he chirped as he held out said plate towards the human. “I made- uhm, your favourite cupcakes! Ryker gave me the recipe and helped me find all the ingredients for it. I hope you like them!” 

“He did, did he?” the human grinned as it slipped off Its shoes and placed Its bag down by the shoe rack. It leaned over to examine them before carefully taking one off the plate to bite into. “Boy knows me so well. These are excellent, Carlos.”

Carlos couldn’t help but feel amused at the way he spoke with his mouth stuffed with food. It reminded him so much of Adam. 

“Thank you! I worked very hard on them. Uhm, would you like to sit?” he asked, motioning to the living room where all the furniture was. “It’s just you and me this time, so… so you don’t have to sit on the floor. If- if you don’t want to, of course. Sir- I mean, Ryker said you might prefer the floor over the couch? I do sometimes, too.” 

The human shrugged. “The floor feels less formal, but I’m happy wherever. You’re looking wonderful today, might I add. Did Adam do your makeup for you?” 

“He did!” Carlos nodded, desperately trying to ignore the furious blush on his face as he plonked himself down on the couch and pulled his knees up to his chest for Charlie to sit down as well. As he did so, the human took another cupcake off the plate and began to eat that one, too. He likes them, Carlos realised with a giddy smile. “He purchased a practice makeup kit for me to use when he’s not around, but I’m not very good at it yet. I aim to get better, though.” 

“It’s a fun thing to learn. Can’t say I’m all that into it myself, but I see what It’s done for Adam. He loves it.”

It got Carlos wondering. “Well, what sort of things are you into, then? You said we could, uhm… pr-practice talking? So… is that a good start? You didn’t tell me all that much about yourself at the gathering…”

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t, did I?” Charlie offered him another smile as he shifted himself into the same position Carlos was in, but on the opposite side of the couch so they were facing each other. “Like I said, I suck at talking to people, too. I’m awkward and blunt and suck at reading body language and social cues. A lot of people don’t really like that. So… I tend to keep my distance. Keeps me safer, y’know?” 

Yes. Carlos knew exactly what it was talking about. 

“So… It’s not a vampire thing?” he asked quietly with a small tilt to his head. “That happens to me a lot, but I always thought I was just not smart enough to understand them, or- or that’s just how they treated vampires. Humans treat other humans that way as well?” 

He was saddened to see the human nod. “Unfortunately so.”

“That’s so sad.” 

Charlie shrugged. “I guess so. I have my little group of people who love and understand me regardless, so I don’t concern myself all that much with what the rest of the world thinks of me.” 

Carlos admired that. He cared far too much about what everyone else, particularly humans, thought of him. It was ingrained into his brain that his purpose was to please them, therefore he had to care, right? If there was one thing all the humans he’d lived with agreed on, it was that. 

“—but hey, fuck the rest of the world, right? Let’s talk about me.”

It surprised the vampire to hear himself laugh at the human’s rather vulgar language. 

“Yes!” he agreed, and the both of them eagerly leaned forward with their arms still tucked in their laps as if they were two gossiping school children. “Tell me everything there is to know.”

-

It turns out, the two had a lot more in common with each other than they thought. Charlie happened to be right into his digital art - something Carlos had no idea even existed until then - along with cooking and movies. He also mentioned that he loved the dark - that there was something calming and peaceful about it in a way that the day just couldn’t bring. He said that he often went on night walks along the beach when he couldn’t sleep, or relaxed under the stars in his backyard with a picnic blanket beneath him. 

It all sounded infatuatingly wonderful to Carlos. He didn’t feel safe enough to go outside anymore. Not without another person there to keep him company, but the idea of it made him more than a little giddy. He hoped there would come a time where he could enjoy the stars and the dark again, just like he had as a child. 

The human also came to mention that he was a collector of sorts, too. He had a collection of rocks and leaves he found fascinating sitting on his coffee table for people to admire when they came over, along with the more “common” stuff, like Pokemon cards and little figurines. He’d apparently been collecting for years - ever since he was a child, and had plenty to show for it. 

Within just a few hours, Carlos had grown to adore this human so much it hurt. It was living, breathing proof that there were other people just like Carlos. That he wasn’t alone, even if many people had tried to convince him otherwise. 

—and as the human prepared to leave again rather late in the afternoon, Carlos hugged him tighter than he ever thought he’d be able to grip someone, fingers digging into his back and his head buried against Charlie’s shoulder. He was grateful that it didn’t seem to mind, and instead held him just as tight. 

“Please come back sometime,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut out of sheer desperation. “Please. You’re… you’re like me. I like you so much!” 

There was, once again, a laugh as Charlie stood with him in the doorway. He could hear and feel Adam and Ryker’s presence behind him, presumably moving things around and giving the place a quick clean after their day at work, but he didn’t care. Not right now.

 “I like you so much, too! I’ll be back very soon, man. Promise.”

Carlos couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he hid it against the human's shoulder even more.

It was official. 

After ninety years of living on this god forsaken earth, Carlos Emrick had finally made a friend outside of Ryker and Adam.

He cried out of pure joy as he told his humans about his day that evening. It was easily on his list of best days ever, right underneath the day he met Ryker and the night he finally got to move in with him.

-

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Ours | Chapter Seven

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: Discussions of a dead parent/abusive parent (Col tells Presley about his dad...it might not all be accurate so don't come for me), smut (18+), fingering, car sex, making loOoOve

Colson

Ever since I put a ring on her finger, I can’t bear to be away from Presley for long.

She’s been coming with me to the studio every day since I proposed. Just having her there is nice. I trust her opinion as a fellow musician. She has great ideas. Sometimes, she just chills and reads her book and other times, she’s engaged. I’m debating on putting a song on the album featuring her, but I haven’t brought it up to her yet. 

Today, it’s just the two of us in the studio. I’m making a few changes and fine tuning some of our songs that have already been recorded. Pres is curled up on the couch with her book, looking beautiful as always, and I just want to snuggle up to her, but I try to focus on my work. 

After a while, I feel Presley come up behind me, sliding her hands over my shoulders, and I spin in my chair so I can pull her into my lap. “You look a little tense over here,” she says, rubbing her thumb between my eyebrows. I hadn’t even noticed my brow was furrowed but as she rubs, I realize I have a slight headache and I relax my face, eyes closing.

“Just focused,” I murmur, realizing how tired I am all of a sudden. “I think I’m done for the day.”

“Yeah?” Presley says softly, replacing her thumb with her lips. I melt into her touch, feeling soothed, and wrap my arms around her. “Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Deal,” I say. “Do you want to go for a drive?”

“Sure,” Presley says, eyes lighting up a little. I smile and kiss her softly, then pat her ass so she’ll get off my lap.

An hour later, we’ve had dinner and we’re driving as the sun slowly sets. I’m not going anywhere in particular, just taking back roads until we’re ready to go home. We’re driving along the coast, and at some point, there’s a little side road with a view of the ocean. I veer onto it and park the car. 

Presley reaches for my hand, squeezing. “Hey,” she says.

“Hm?” I reply, looking over. God, she’s so beautiful. No makeup, hair messy in a claw clip, sweats and a sports bra. I love her just like this.

“Will you tell me about your dad?”

Surprised, I blink. “Uh, what do you want to know?”

She shrugs. “Anything. I know he’s a touchy subject for you.” She’s right. We haven’t discussed him since we’ve been together, other than a few mentions of him here and there. She knows how emotional I get every single time I perform Lonely, and I know she’s heard the lyrics about him in my songs.

I sigh softly. “We didn’t get along great when I was a teenager,” I start. “He was fine when I was a kid, but when my mom left, he hit the bottle pretty hard.” Presley listens closely, her eyes on me. Her smile is soft and encouraging. I swallow and go on.

“I was kind of rebellious as a teenager, if you can picture that,” I continue. Presley giggles and I can’t help but grin a little myself. “He would…he would hit me sometimes. Looking back, I deserved that shit.” Presley opens her mouth but seems to think better of it. I rest my hand on her thigh and squeeze gently.  

“He kicked me out when I was sixteen,” I continue, brow furrowing at the sour memory. “He found drugs in my bag and he’d had it. I got a job and moved in with Slim. We were distant for a while. Barely talked. And then…and then my aunt basically told me her dying wish was for my pops and I to get closer. I blew her off.” My eyes sting a little at the memory. It’s my biggest regret, hanging up on my aunt. “She passed the next morning,” I croak.

“Cols.” Presley’s voice is almost a whisper and she touches my cheek. Her jade eyes are glossy. I cover her hand with my own and sigh.

“It’s not easy to talk about,” I confess, meeting her eyes, “but it’s important.” Pres relaxes a little and keeps her eyes on me. “Dad and I finally reconciled. We never got super close but he started to come to my shows and stuff. I think we were on a good path and then…and then he died.”

A tear rolls down Presley’s cheek. I reach out and thumb it away. “It’s okay,” I say softly, my voice gruff. “He died knowing I loved him. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever gone through. But then my mom and I got in touch again, and I’m doing okay. I really am. It gets easier every day. But god, I wish you could’ve met him.”

“Me too,” Presley whispers, squeezing my hand.

I take a deep breath. “That’s the short story,” I tell her, smiling weakly.

Presley considers me for a second, then leans over and kisses me softly. She starts to pull back but I put my hand to the back of her head, keeping her close. She pauses, then kisses me again, slow and tender. I slide my hand to her lower back and guide her into my lap. 

“Pres,” I mutter into her mouth. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, Colson,” she murmurs, pressing her plush lips to mine again. “We’ll create our own family, babe. You’ll know nothing but love for the rest of your life.”

My throat tightens and I study her face, listening. Does she mean it?

“You deserved better as a child,” she says. “You’re going to be an incredible dad someday. Okay?”

My eyes start to water and I swallow hard, trying to keep my shit together, but I just nod. If I talk, my voice will crack or shake. Presley nods, too, and then, at the same time, we surge forward for another kiss.

Before Presley, I had sex when I was horny. In a good mood or maybe pissed off. I never had sex when I was feeling vulnerable. I didn’t make love before Presley. But my emotions are raw right now, and somehow, my closeness with her is melting into arousal. I need her as close as possible, need to be inside of her to feel connected. But she gets it. 

She peels my shirt over my head and lets her hands wander my skin, tracing over my tattoos. She dips her head and gently kisses along my collarbone, making me shiver. I let my head tip back and close my eyes. I never would’ve let someone admire me like this. Of course I always made sure I came, but I put so much focus on my partner’s pleasure and never really my own. I do that with Presley, of course, but she doesn’t let me make my own pleasure secondary. And I love it.

I groan softly as she skims her hands down my biceps, kissing as far down my chest as she can reach. Her fingers graze over my happy trail and I shiver, hands tightening on her hips. “Love your body so much,” she murmurs into my flushed skin. She lifts up again and I push down the straps of her sports bra. I press my lips to her shoulder and she tips her head to the side as I take my time moving my lips over her skin. Pres gasps when I grip her breasts and press them up, kissing across her chest. 

Slipping my hands beneath the band of her bra, I lift it over her head and her perky tits bounce as they fall from the bra. I whine a bit in my throat and hold her breasts in my hands, grazing my thumbs over her nipples. She shivers and arches her back, brows knitting together. “Cols,” she wheezes as I bring her breast to my mouth, brushing my tongue over her hardened nipple. She whimpers and lets me take my time on her chest, switching sides before sucking a mark onto her flesh. I let my hands glide down her sides, feeling her soft skin, and as I hold her hips, my thumbs skim over her belly. She’s perfect.

Her eyes are dark as they land on mine, and I shove her over to her own seat so we can shed the rest of our clothes. I push my jeans and boxers down around my ankles and pull her back into my lap once her sweats and panties are on the floor of the car. “Lean back for me a little, baby,” I tell her, kissing her neck, and as she does, my hand slips between her legs.

She’s definitely turned on, radiating heat right where I know she wants to be touched, but I need to tease her a little, need to work her up until she’s trembling. I brush my thumb over her clit and her hips jerk as she whimpers. “Col,” she begs, gripping onto my shoulders. “Baby…” I bite my lip and watch her face as I dip my fingertips into her entrance, gathering her arousal and sliding it up to her clit. She shivers and tenses, biting her lip hard as I rub her clit in slow circles. She whines and her head falls back. 

I bring my fingers back to her entrance and slide my middle finger inside her hot walls, all the way until I feel her g-spot against my fingertip. Presley’s breath hitches and she clenches around me, her eyes popping open. “Fuck.” She shudders, her nipples getting harder as her pupils expand. I pump my single finger until her breathing deepens, and then I add my ring finger to the mix.

“Colson,” she moans, arching her back as I start to pick up my pace. I’m silent, just watching her come undone above me. I beckon my fingers inside of her and she cries out, hips jerking and legs starting to tremble. “Yes! F-fuck,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my shoulders. “J-just like that, baby,” she encourages me.

I growl and lean forward to kiss her neck hotly, loving how wet she is around my fingers. I want inside of her, but I want her worked up. I want her edged. So when I feel her start to flutter around me, when her eyes start to go glossy and her jaw goes slack, I slide my fingers out of her with an obscenely wet sound that urges a bead of pre-cum out of my cock. 

“Colson,” she whines, slumping a little. “Baby, please.”

“Come here, love,” I say gruffly, gripping her ass to pull her closer. She reaches down and grabs my cock, sinking down on me expertly. It’s hard to believe she was a virgin just a few months ago. We both moan together when she sinks all the way down, our foreheads pressing together. 

Presley starts to grind her hips and I nearly choke. My dick is absolutely desperate for her and my balls are already aching. Fuck, I need to keep it together. “Presley,” I rasp, pulling her closer. Her chest settles against mine and I pull her face close so I can kiss her. God, I love kissing this woman. I could do it until I die. I never used to kiss girls during sex. It felt too intimate. And that’s why I love it so much with Presley.

After a bit, she slows her hips and pants. “It’s hard to ride you like this,” she admits with a breathless chuckle. 

I nod in sympathy. The backseat is small, but I’ll make it work for her. “Get in the back,” I tell her. She crawls over and I carefully move from the driver’s seat to the back, leaving the door open. My legs are way too long to try and cram myself inside. I cover Presley’s body with my own and we both sigh in relief as I press back inside.

“Much better,” I say with a little grin as I start to rock my hips.

“Fuck,” Presley whines. “Y-yeah, so much better.” She clings to me, looking up into my eyes with so much love. I can tell it feels good for her, so good that she looks almost anguished. “Colson–”

“I know, baby, I know,” I say through gritted teeth. It briefly crosses my mind that we’re not exactly in perfect privacy and that a car could pull over any time, but I’m too far gone to think too hard about it. I don’t think I could stop even if I needed to.

“Ah, Colson, I’m gonna come,” Presley says urgently, and I can feel it, can feel how close she is, squeezing my dick hard. 

“Yeah baby, that’s it,” I moan. “Let go for me, c’mon.”

Presley’s eyes close and she wails, straight white teeth flashing as she comes, hips spasming against mine. Her thighs tremble against my hips as her orgasm rips through her. “Shit, doll,” I rasp, brow furrowing. “So good, Pres, fuck.”

Presley comes back down to earth after a bit, her glossy eyes meeting mine. She starts to meet my urgent thrusts, lifting her hips. I know I have to pull out; it would be cruel to come inside her and let it drip out all the way home, but it’s so hard to pull away from her, especially when I’m this close, my hips working almost of their own accord.

“Oh fuck,” I choke out, pressing my forehead to hers as my hips pull back just in time. I move my hand quickly as I come, covering her stomach in my release. It’s so good, so intense that my head spins a little, and I breathe hard as it finally starts to ease. “Oh my god,” I breathe, panting hard.

“You’re so sexy, Col,” Presley murmurs, pushing back my sweaty hair. She smiles softly at me and I smile right back, pressing my lips to hers.

“You too, baby,” I manage breathlessly. I pull away and reach into the glove compartment for some tissues. I clean her up carefully, then help her sit up. We dress as quickly as we can and get back into our seats. 

“Let’s go home,” she says. I nod and drive her there, her hand in mine the entire time.

We strip naked as soon as we’re home, crawling into our bed and finding each other immediately. I never saw myself being this clingy, but I can’t help it. I masked any emotion for so long and now that I don’t have to hide anymore, it’s all a little much. But Presley doesn’t seem to mind. She snuggles in close to me and I breathe in her calming scent, stroking her hair.

“Hey,” I say against her forehead. “Thank you.”

“For what?” she asks, rubbing her hand gently over my chest. 

“For listening. For making me talk about my dad,” I say. She looks up at me and smiles softly. “I think it’s important that I keep talking about him.”

“Me too,” Presley agrees. “I’ll always listen, Col. Always.”

“I know,” I say. “Me too.” 

Presley is quiet for a moment. “Are you going to post our engagement online?”

I want to, more than anything. I want to show off Presley to the world. Our relationship is public but neither of us has posted anything about getting engaged. I rub her back and look down at her. “What do you want?” I ask softly. Last time we posted something about us, Megan dug her claws in. I’d like to think she learned her lesson but I know her better than that.

Presley shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says. “Eventually people are going to notice there’s a ring on my finger. You didn’t exactly get me a subtle ring.” She grins as she holds up her left hand. The ring basically takes up an entire third of her finger. Pres loves opals, so the main stone is an opal. Diamonds sparkle around the stone. She’s right, it’s a huge ring and it’s not exactly simple.

“Then maybe we should post about it,” I say. 

“If you want to,” Presley replies quietly. 

I take her hand in mine and kiss her knuckles. “Pres, I want to show you off,” I assure her. “I love you, baby. I want the world to know.”

I watch her face as she smiles, and after a moment, she nods. “Okay. You can post about it,” she says. 

I grin and tilt her face up to mine for a kiss. “Good. I will.”

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Chasing Shadows | Crime & Punishment

↳  Jungkook x f.Reader ⤜ Best Friends Brother/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 5,632 ⚠️ guns, scare tactics, talk of car accident from drunk driving, minor injury, mention of blood/wound, allusion to mild depression/self-reflection

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Waking up with Jungkook’s arms still around you feels really good. You luxuriate in it for as long as you dare before forcing yourself back to reality. It’s just supposed to be a one-time thing, just a night…only a taste. But, you can’t seem to get your mind to wrap around that fact, if you’re being honest with yourself. The way he touched you, worshiped your body, and called you baby is something you feel on a deeper level than you intended.

You do know, though, that you need to focus on one thing at a time. Figuring out what’s going on and who’s behind it is crucial. There are only so many hours left before whoever is threatening you is expecting to see their manuscript published under your column at The Scarlet Informant. Whatever this is with Jungkook, if it’s anything at all, will have to wait; despite how anxious that makes you.

Jungkook stirs behind you. His warm, soft breath puffs against your neck as he snuggles in closer. “Morning,” he whispers.

You’re both still naked. This should make the very apparent morning boner pressed against your ass awkward, but…it isn’t. If anything, you feel completely content to wake up naked with your best friend’s brother wrapped around you. On second thought, you cringe internally at how Enola would react to that. Something to worry about later.

“Sleep okay?” you ask. You try to start untangling yourself from his embrace but the more you wiggle around the tighter he holds you.

“Mmm, I did.” There is still sleep lacing his tone, which makes his voice deep and gravely in a way that has you wishing the sun would go back down. “I’ll contribute that to an excellent cuddle partner.”

That butterfly feeling from last night comes back with a vengeance. You know you need to get out of this bed and this man’s arms before you do something you’ll come to regret. Like, embarrass yourself by asking him to give you another orgasm or two for good luck. Your window is narrowing and you could use all the luck you can get.

“I should grab a shower, I need to be at work in an hour.” Jungkook finally relents and lets you wiggle out of his arms. You can’t help snagging a look of him over your shoulder as you head to your small en-suite bathroom. He’s relaxed back, one arm over his eyes and the other spanning the bed where you just were. His chest is bare, the blankets sitting just below his belly button. It’s a dangerous thought, how good he looks in your bed, but you can’t help how it lingers even after your hurried shower.

Jungkook has on his clothes from last night and is sitting on your couch when you come out of your bedroom. “I’ll drive you to work, as long as it’s okay that we stop by my place first?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you begin, but he holds up a hand to stop your protest.

He stands up from the couch and stretches his arms over his head. The black hoodie rises, exposing a small slip of his skin. Your eyes lock onto it until it disappears again when he lowers his arms. “I want to. I’m still going to stick by your side today. We have more time to figure this out and we’re going to. Namjoon was running his programs all night, maybe he’ll have something for us this morning.”

He doesn’t. Or, not quite, at least. When Jungkook got off the phone with him last night, Namjoon told him he would be running checks on security and traffic cameras surrounding the local skatepark where Riley was approached to see if anything could be found out about the mystery woman. The good news is, Namjoon has the woman’s face on video. The bad news is, it’s taking a really long time for facial recognition to provide results.

Jungkook hangs up with Namjoon as he leads you out to his ride.

“You drive a motorcycle?” you ask, eyeing the sleek black and chrome bike he approaches. He parked in the visitor's area of the parking garage attached to your building.

“Only when it’s not raining.” He shrugs, grabbing two helmets out of one of the saddle bags. “Is that okay?” Jungkook flicks his eyes over the slacks and blouse you’re wearing.

“That’s fine. I just didn’t peg you for a bike guy, is all.” Though, the Jungkook before you is clearly quite different from the Jungkook of your past.

As if he could read your thoughts, he says, “Well, I’m not the same guy I was in high school. If you base everything you think about me on who I used to be, you’re going to be sorely disappointed or maybe pleasantly surprised.”

“You’re right,” you agree. “All I really know is who you used to be and what little Enola has told me.”

His eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief. “All good, I hope?”

You roll your eyes playfully, taking the helmet he holds out to you. “Good enough, I suppose.”

Jungkook steps close, taking the chin straps from between your fingers and begins to adjust them for you. His fingers ghost over your jawline as he works the straps before clicking the buckle beneath your chin. A knuckle hooked under your chin tilts your head up. His eyes flick over your face and down to the chin strap. “Just so we’re clear. Last night was amazing. It wasn’t just a distraction for me. We don’t know each other at this point in our lives…but, I want us to.”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, turning and pulling on his own helmet instead. You’re not sure what you’d say anyway. From those words, you’re starting to think perhaps those feelings of butterflies and the heat shared between the two of you isn’t just you overreacting. Jungkook wants to get to know the you that you are now, even knowing what today might bring…even knowing what’s on the pages of the manuscript you have rolled up in your bag. You wish you could get lost in the feel of his body pressed between your thighs as you hold tightly around his waist, the hum and vibrations of the powerful machine under you, but the weight of those papers in your bag keeps stealing your attention.

Jungkook told you to leave it at home, but you couldn’t. You know you’ll publish it before you let anything happen to anyone. At this point, you don’t care about what happens to you…your bigger concern is the impact this could potentially have on Enola. Just because her report isn’t in the manuscript doesn’t mean it won’t eventually surface afterward. All someone would have to do is connect a few small dots and the domino effect would be impossible to stop.

What happened on graduation night is not something you want to think about. Mistakes were made, and accidents happened, but nothing can be done to change what happened. Lives were changed; maybe even ruined as the manuscript so eloquently states. But, none of it was intentional. You didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt.

Jungkook pulls onto a familiar street. Enola has never mentioned the fact her brother also lives on Baker Street. The bike slows in front of a stretch of townhouses and Jungkook pulls into a narrow access way that leads to a small garage on the backside of two units.

“I didn't know you lived on Baker Street, too.” You swing a leg over the bike and slide off. Unsnapping the chinstrap, you tug the helmet off and wait for Jungkook to reach for it before handing it over. He balances it on the seat along with his.

“221B, home sweet home. I’ve lived on this street longer than Enola has, actually. My landlord, Mr. Park, is the one that suggested she move into one of the other units at the end,” he explains, leading you up to the backdoor of the townhome.

“Does your brother live here as well?”

You mean it to be more of a joke, but Jungkook answers all the same. “Nah, Yoongi keeps a penthouse above his club, Decadence.” Oh. You’re not familiar with Decadence. All you know is it’s a high-end gentlemen's club. For that matter, you’re not all too familiar with Enola and Jungkook’s older brother except for what the news outlets have to say about him; he has some sort of government affiliation but you’re not sure exactly what. He’s several years older than Jungkook and had left home when he was a teen, so you only remember bits and pieces. “He comes by often, though, always sticking his nose in my business.”

“Protective older brother,” you muse with a smile.

“More like a prominent pain in my ass. Don’t let his club fool you, Yoongi has his hands in more power jars than is probably healthy. He helps me out from time to time. I thought about calling him about your situation and I just might if it comes down to it.” 

The inside of Jungkook’s place is comfortably masculine with deep colors and smooth lines without feeling too uptight. Books and papers cover a lot of the flat surfaces. You see stacks of medical books, journals, psychology study compilations and any number of other educational and research materials. Before he can disappear upstairs to change there is a knock on the front door.

Jungkook’s lips purse and you can tell he’s tempted to ignore the knock but he moves to the door a moment later and glances through the peephole. He lets out a soft sigh before opening the door.

“Never thought I’d see the day you bring a lady friend over!” a pleasant voice states before the door is half-open. “Were you trying to sneak her in through the back door?”

“No, Jimin, I wasn’t sneaking. I just stopped here to change clothes and then I’m leaving to take her to work.”

“Changing clothes? You’re in the same clothes you wore yesterday. Oh my! You slept at her place, didn't you? How intriguing!”

Jungkook gives you an apologetic look before introducing you to the bubbly personality that practically pushed through the door to get inside. “This is my landlord, Mr. Park— Jimin.”

“I live next door,” Jimin explains, grabbing up your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. “Pleased to meet you. It’s about time Jungkook found himself a woman.”

“Oh whoa, whoa. Not the day for this conversation, Jimin, come back tomorrow and maybe we can talk about it.” Jungkook shakes his head, fighting a smile, while pointing toward the still-open door. “Come on, I don’t have time for your antics this morning, I really do need to get her to work soon.”

Jimin huffs, narrowing his eyes at Jungkook before turning and giving you a sweet smile. “Again, it was a pleasure. I hope to see you again real soon. Dinner tomorrow maybe?”

“Out!” Jungkook insists, ushering Jimin to the door by his elbow.

“Grumpy,” Jimin grumbles as the door swings shut.

Jungkook turns back to you and blows out a breath. “Sorry about him, he can be a bit much sometimes.”

“No, it’s fine. He seems sweet.”

“Ha,” Jungkook laughs. “I’ll be right back. Five minutes tops.” You watch as he disappears up the stairs.

With a few moments to yourself, you try to breathe through the small sliver of panic that has begun to beat through your chest. It’s really happening. Things are about to explode in just a few hours. You’re not sure how to even begin to approach damage control in a situation like this. You’re certain you’ll probably lose your job. Rigby is a wonderful boss and very forgiving but you’re not certain he’ll be thrilled about not only an unauthorized piece being published to The Scarlet Informant but one that is so utterly demeaning to you, too.

It’s a small mercy that you have things to fall back on. There are always more opportunities out there, other doors you can open. It’ll just be quite unfortunate to have to try to start over. Maybe move to a different city, state, or country. That’s a sobering thought, packing up your apartment and moving to the other side of the world in order to start over. But, if that’s what it takes…

Jungkook appears a few minutes later, his heavy footfalls pounding down the stairs. He’s traded his black hoodie for a leather jacket and you can smell the distinct clean linen scent wafting from him. He smells good. His hair is mildly damp, making you think about him being naked in the shower, which leads to thoughts of his naked body last night.

“Sorry,” you begin, “if I’ve somehow given your friend the wrong idea by being here. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

Jungkook cocks his head to the side and gives you a small smile. “As far as I’m concerned, he has the right idea. You make me anything but uncomfortable, trust me. But, let’s just focus on what’s going on today and everything else will come later, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” you agree. You begin to turn to head toward the backdoor in the kitchen, assuming that’s where you need to go in order to leave, but Jungkook stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, though, okay?” His hand turns you to face him and he brings his other hand up to cup the side of your face. “I’m so far from being done,” he whispers, his eyes focused on your lips. “By the increased rate of your breathing and the erratic way the pulse in your throat is hammering, I’m going to assume you’re okay with me kissing you right now?”

All you can do is nod. Jungkook leans in, eyes moving from your lips to search your face for any signs he might be wrong in his deduction, despite your nod of agreement. Satisfied by the openness he sees in your face, he presses his lips to yours. There’s a lingering mintiness there that takes you back to the first kiss you shared with him. His lips move against yours in a delicate way, not too demanding but with enough assurance that you can tell he wants more.

“Enola is going to kill us,” you murmur against his lips, finally breaking away from the kiss.

Jungkook laughs, pressing his forehead against yours. “Maybe. But, also a worry for another time. Let’s get you to work and see if Namjoon has an update.”

You’re only a little late getting to the office after Jungkook insisted on stopping and grabbing some breakfast sandwiches and coffee. You appreciate his attentiveness, it’s nice to feel taken care of by someone other than yourself or Enola. Everyone is already at their desks and you enter to a chorus of ‘good mornings’ from your team. Tae raises an eyebrow and nods at Jungkook who follows you in. You smile and give him a subtle shake of yourself, mouthing a ‘don’t even’ at him. He pokes his lips out in a playful pout but goes back to his work, a smirk spreading on his face.

There is soft chatter in the office space, everyone getting ready for a typical Friday. It’s the day when most new columns go live and you can’t help but see the irony of your deadline. For some reason the update schedule of The Scarlet Informant doesn’t seem like a detail Nuavez would particularly know or care about and you don’t like coincidences.

“You’re welcome to take a seat if you want,” you tell Jungkook, indicating the empty seat beside your desk that you normally have people sit in when you’re having one on one’s with them.

“I’m going to make that call to Namjoon real quick first. I’ll be right back, just going to step out into the lobby where it’s quieter,” he says, giving your shoulder an affectionate squeeze as he steps toward the door.

You watch him go, feeling forlorn and a bit helpless. Jungkook’s done a lot for you in such a short period of time. Namjoon’s help has been paramount in connecting the dots. It just doesn’t seem like any of it will matter in only a few hours. The manuscript still sits in your bag, waiting to bring your shame and guilt you’ve lived with for so long into the light.

You were barely given forty-eight hours, that’s not enough time to figure out who is behind this and discover a way to stop them. Looking around your office, you take in the faces of your co-workers, the ones being threatened if you don’t follow through. With that in mind, you pull out the manuscript and begin to prepare it for publishing. It’s the only thing you can think to do at this point.

An anxious-looking Jungkook jogs back into the office and right up to your desk. “What is it?” you ask in a hushed voice, not wanting to disturb those around you.

“Namjoon got something. He knows the identity of our mystery woman,” he presses his phone to his chest, leaning in so close you get a lungful of his fresh scent with your next breath. “Her name is Katrina James.”

That breath turns sour in your throat. “What did you say?”

“Katrina James. She’s a local. Has a clean record which is weird, but Namjoon is digging a little deeper to see if there’s anything the initial search missed…what’s that look for?”

You’re sure the color has drained from your face. There is a static tone to the sounds in your ears, punctuated by the harsh thump of your heart as you struggle to process the name Jungkook just gave you. “Katrina James works here. I— she…is in this office.” That puts Jungkook on high alert. His posture changes and you see him reach behind him and you know he’s checking that his pistol is loose in its holster.

“Don’t panic. Look at me,” Jungkook talks in an even tone, directing you. You look up, locking your gaze with his. “Which desk is she at?”

“Jungkook, it doesn’t make any sense,” you try to begin reasoning but Jungkook raises his brows at you, giving you a look that silences your words.

“Just tell me which desk, okay, baby?” He smiles, acting like you’re having a completely normal conversation and not discussing how one of your co-workers might be working with a known criminal and threatening people in your life. “Don’t look,” he urges, when you begin to turn around, “just tell me in relation to yours.”

You take a calming breath and try to put on your own smile. “Her desk is the one closest to the supply closet at the back of the room.”

“Brown hair? Glasses?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, confirming.

“She looks agitated,” he comments, only keeping his eyes on her long enough to assess but not lingering in a way that would be suspicious. He brings his phone away from his chest and lifts it back to his ear. In the quietest tone, he relays information to Namjoon, whom you realize must still be on the line. The way he acts, you’d think he was having a pleasant conversation with a friend with the way he smiles and periodically hums.

You’re wracking your brain, trying to figure out what the connection is when your own phone goes off from inside your pocket. Slipping it out you see that it’s Enola calling. Jungkook glances at your phone screen and he nods to answer it.

“Hey, E, what’s up?” you try for your most relaxed and unassuming tone. It half works.

“Namjoon has been keeping me in the loop but I only just now got all the updates. I called as soon as I could. The Nuavez thing, it can’t be him, I’m almost certain.” That makes you pause, you glance at Jungkook as your eyes go wide. “He did escape from custody but his body was discovered yesterday and he’d been dead for several days. There’s an ongoing investigation into what happened to him, all I know is he was shot and his body was discovered in an abandoned car.”

“None of this makes sense,” you admit, muffling your words with your hand as you turn to focus on your keyboard. Jungkook steps closer to you, standing right at your back. He’s still talking in hushed tones to Namjoon. “Did Namjoon send you the most recent bit of information he uncovered?”

“Katrina James? Yeah. That’s what I was going to mention next. He sent me the photo of her and there’s just something about her that seems so familiar. I just can’t figure it out.”

“She works in my department,” you tell her.

Enola lets out a colorful curse. “Fucking hell. Jungkook is there with you, right?”

“Yeah, he hasn’t left my side,” you assure her, not caring if she figures out that means he stayed the night at your place, too.

Jungkook knocks into your chair a moment before all hell breaks loose. There are screams, shouts, and the sound of people clambering at their desks. “Don’t even think about it!” Jungkook bellows.

“You’re ruining everything!” The scream comes from the back of the office space, echoing in the sudden silence. “I can’t stand aside and watch this bullshit farce any longer!”

You dropped your phone when Jungkook bumped into your chair, it lies forgotten on your desk. Enola’s frantic yelling barely registers from the small speaker. “That’s not happening, Katrina. That’s right, I know who you are and what you’ve done.”

Jungkook is large and impossible to see around with how close he’s standing to you, effectively caging you and your chair under your desk. You push back and he steps away ever so slightly, giving you enough room to turn and take in the scene in your office.

Most of your coworkers are cowering below their desks and some are huddled together on the front sides of their desks. The only people standing are Jungkook by you and Kat— Katrina, at the back of the room. They both have guns out, pointed directly at one another.

“You know nothing about me,” she tells Jungkook. Her arm trembles as she slowly pans her gun to point at you instead. “But, you…you know so much more than you think, you fucking monster.”

Monster. Just that one word is confirmation enough that she’s involved in what’s going on. “Kat, listen, I’m not sure what you think I did but whatever it is, we can figure it out, okay? No one needs to get hurt. Just put the gun down and let’s talk.”

Jungkook tries to move further in front of you but you put a hand on his arm, preventing him from covering you completely. This is your fight, he can’t protect you from this; at least, not like that.

“It’s not what I think you’ve done wrong, it’s what I know you’ve done wrong! You ruined my life and you don’t even care!” Kat screams, angry tears now maring her reddened cheeks. “Was it really that easy for you to move on? Was he really that forgettable that you could just go on living your life like nothing happened?!”

“He? Who’s he, Kat? I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

You go to step around Jungkook but he refuses to let you go that far, latching his free hand on your arm. “Don’t be a hero,” he hisses at you. “Namjoon is calling Hoseok, locals will be here soon,” he adds low enough so that only you can hear.

Kat takes several steps forward and everyone cowering around their desks screams in alarm. “My brother!” She brings her other hand up to the gun and uses it to cock back the hammer. It looks like it’s just a small caliber revolver, but you still don’t want anyone to get hurt.

“Who’s your brother, Kat?” You want to try and keep her talking, buy some time for Hoseok and his team to get here. Jungkook tightens his grip on your arm when you try to step closer to Kat. His gun is still trained on her as she advances a few more steps. She’s now only half the office away. You can see her eyes are red-rimmed and her face is blotchy. Her normally prim and orderly appearance is disheveled. The soft pink dress she’s wearing has a few stains down the front and several strands of her hair have escaped the bun at the nape of her neck. There are smudges on her glasses and she keeps pushing them up her nose with the hand not holding the gun.

“Robert,” she sobs, “Robert Harper! My Robby!”

It all clicks into place. “Oh, Kat.” You can’t help the empathy that infuses your voice.

“Don’t act like you give a shit!” she counters, baring her teeth in a silent snarl. “If you would have just done the right thing that night nothing would have happened! Robby would have gone off to college, he would have been a football star!” A choking sob hiccups around her words. “You ruined his life and now I’m going to ruin yours! Even if you don’t publish the truth, I’ll make sure everyone knows what a horrible person you are, I swear I will. I’ll hurt you just like you hurt him, like you hurt me!”

You can see it now, the similarities between Kat and Robert, in the slight upturn of her nose and the roundness of her eyes. It’s a wonder how you missed it to begin with. But, Katrina’s last name is James, and Robert’s is Harper. You’re not sure you would have ever made the connection.

“Katrina, it was an accident,” Jungkook says. “I know Robert, he’s a good guy. He wouldn’t want you to do this, not for him.”

“You shut up!” she yells at Jungkook. “I know who you are, you’re not about to psychoanalyze me! You can shove your deductive reasoning up your ass! This is between me and her.” Kat adjusts her grip on the gun, finger flexing around the trigger.

You try to convey just how sorry you are with your words and your eyes, keeping them locked on hers. “I know I should have taken the keys away from Enola. I never should have let her drive. It was late, there weren’t many cars out…I know that’s not an excuse but it was an accident. It’s a decision I’ve had to live with for years now, something I’ll never forgive myself for. I never meant for Robert to get hurt.”

“You’re not sorry, though! Look at you, going about your life like it’s nothing!” Kat uses the gun to jab in Jungkook’s direction. “Flaunting your life here in the office. You’re disgusting! Robby will never have a life like that…because of you!”

There is a moment of clarity before time inevitably runs out. It’s a moment of reflection, when you think about things you should have done, could have done, and never will get to do. Just like that night of graduation, when you knowingly let Enola get behind the wheel while intoxicated, there was what seemed like a lapse in time right before the car t-boned into Robert’s where you experienced a similar moment of clarity. You know that regardless of your life choices prior, things will ultimately be different on the other side of this moment.

The crack of a gun firing drowns out the horrified screams echoing through the office. Pain lances through your right shoulder before the air is completely knocked from your lungs and you hit the ground with a large weight covering you. Another reverberating crack of gunfire follows, filling the small space for a moment before deadly silence falls.

“Fuck, you’re bleeding,” Jungkook exclaims, ripping at the sleeve of your blouse to expose your shoulder. “Just a graze,” he murmurs with a sigh of relief.

There are still cries and sobs filtering through the ringing in your ears. “Kat?” you ask tentatively as Jungkook shifts his weight off of you.

His brows pinch together and he shakes his head. “Not sure.”

“Everyone else?”

“Fine, I believe. Come on.” He pushes himself upright and reaches down to help you to your feet.

“All clear!” You hear Hoseok’s voice bark over the din of noise. “Hey, are you okay? We got here as fast as we could. Received several calls from others in your building about the screaming. The whole city block is on lockdown now.”

You wince, peeking at your shoulder. The bleeding is sluggish but it still hurts like a bitch. “I think I’m good,” you respond, feeling like you’re on autopilot.

“She’s still in shock. Pulse is erratic and pupils are dilated,” Jungkook assesses, the fingers of one hand pressing into the crook of your elbow while he tilts your chin up with the other. “What questions do you have so I can get her home?”

Before Hoseok starts with his questions, you watch as a team of EMTs lift Kat onto a gurney. Her face is pale and you can see a blood stain spreading over the top of her dress.

“Clipped her in the shoulder,” Hoseok offers, clearing his throat. “She should be okay.” You nod, feeling a sudden wave of relief knowing that despite what she’s concocted and thrown at you, she’s going to be okay.

He goes through a series of questions that you answer to the best of your ability. Jungkook helps fill in where you can’t, offering up more information than you thought he’d have. You’re grateful for him and his ability to stay calm and collected in a situation like this.

Enola eventually got through on Jungkook’s phone and informed him that Director Connor is letting her come home from Singapore early. Taehyung clings to you for nearly fifteen minutes as you both whisper assurances and shed a few tears. As soon as things went sideways with Kat, Taehyung gathered as many of your coworkers as he could while the attention was on you and made sure they were all in hiding places or made it out of the office. You hadn’t even noticed, but you’re all that more in awe of his bravery.

A melancholy feeling sets in as Jungkook gives you a ride home. Rigby advised every one of a two-week break for The Scarlet Informant while the office is put back to rights and all legal proceedings take place. You’re going home without knowing for certain if you’ll be returning and that leaves you feeling defeated all the same.

Things do change. Over the next few weeks, you work through the mess that was left behind. With the help of Jungkook, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Enola all the pieces finally fit together. There was a lot of incriminating evidence in Kat’s home, apparently. More than enough to put her away in a state facility where she’ll hopefully get the help she needs.

The morning she requested off from work she was the one that broke into your apartment, using a copy of your key that she lifted from your desk at work. She used her knowledge of the Nuavez case to make it look like he was the one threatening your friends and family. It seems she’d been planning this for a while now but the last straw was your promotion. She couldn’t stand seeing you happy any longer.

It’s still being investigated, but Enola confirmed there are some strong points that are leading the FBI to believe that Katrina paid off the guards transporting Rico Nuavez and she’s the one that killed him. The ballistics on her revolver match the bullet pulled from his body. That made you shiver, realizing that you could have been met with the same fate…if it wasn’t for Jungkook.

Jungkook. Now, there’s the real light in this crazy bit of darkness. He’s stayed true to his word and hasn’t left your side; even though you no longer need to be connecting the dots to figure out who your stalker is. To the surprise of both you and Jungkook, Enola is one hundred percent team you two. It’s endearing and gives you hope.

“You ready for court tomorrow?” Jungkook asks, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Mm,” you hum. Turning over in his arms, you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “Ready for all this to be over with.”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy,” he teases, butting his head against yours until you look up at him.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it, smartass.” You roll your eyes, playfully nipping at his chin. Snuggling in closer, you sigh contentedly.

“We should work together,” he surmises, full of confidence and assurity. You laugh. “Start our own investigation firm. We’d make a great team.”

“Wait, you’re being serious?” You lean back so you can look him in the eye. No twinkle of mischief, no teasing gleam…he’s completely serious.

Jungkook nods. “I enjoyed working with you, solving your case. I want to keep doing that, chasing shadows with you.”

You lay there for a moment, contemplating the best way to tell Jungkook how you feel about his offer. Words seem terribly inadequate to convey how it makes you warm, how you can feel the heat rising over your chest and the flutters sweeping through your belly. They say actions speak louder than words. So, you touch your lips to his and begin to tell him exactly what it is you’re feeling.

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