#honestly I'm nervous about this cause of the fucking fluff

[quimichi]

-ˏˋ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ CRUSH HDCS ࿐ྂ Pt. 1.....

WARNING: × pure fluff in my opinion

SUMMARY: just some idiots with a crush...you :)

CHARACTERS: Aether, Albedo, Al-haitham, Amber, Arlecchino, Ayaka, Ayato & Baizhu x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.537

AETHER

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Paimon is so done with his constant ranting and crying about you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She had to stop herself from telling you so often like "Just PLEASE date him already" because she couldn't just fall into her besties back like that

ᯓᡣ𐭩 you would think he doesn't really like you cause he's all quite. Wrong, he actually jusz tries to cope with his rising heat and nervousness around you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 did he once tell you that you smell nice even tho you were sweating lile a sinner in church? Yes

ᯓᡣ𐭩 did he also tell you that you look a bit different and like you haven't slept good after a haircut?...yes

ᯓᡣ𐭩 listen, he was concerned for you-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 everything was so embarrassing for him he thought you hate him now--- well, you didn't. Its hard not to find this weird and awkward ball of sunshine nice

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he also helps you out a lot, no matter whats the issue he's ready to help. And Paimon is the third wheel

ᯓᡣ𐭩 sometimes when he's nervous and talks to you he like suddenly needs to swallow down spit cause it gets stuck in his throat?? Idk how to explain it but i have this issue lol and its so hard to cover up the swallowing cause then people know youre nervous-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 literally once walked into a wall because he was looking at you. Luckily no one saw...except Paimon--she won't let him forget that ever

ᯓᡣ𐭩 speaking of Paimon, bro literally asked her for advice, and she was useful? Hey, look. Shes more than just emergency food-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she was like, "If you truly love someone, you cook them something good! Love goes through the stomach!"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and thats why he desperately cooks for you every day---just put Paimon out of her misery and kiss him already

ALBEDO

ᯓᡣ𐭩 has no idea how and why it happened but he won't complain, you are pretty so-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 kinda takes it as an opportunity to study love a bit lol. Its not like he's dumb, far from that, he knows what hes feeling and why he feels attracted to you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 but somehow he can't tell you, words fail him to explain why although he knows

ᯓᡣ𐭩 is confused and is irritated lol

ᯓᡣ𐭩 did tell Succrose about it and my girl can hardly keep secrets-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 oh and like around a week after he noticed his crush on you he confessed

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's pretty blunt and honest, straightforward if you will.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 there's honestly not much to say, he knows he likes you, also probably knows it's mutual, logic conclusion would be that he confesses so you two can consider a relationship after some time

ᯓᡣ𐭩 easy??? Like what's not to get???

AL-HAITHAM

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the strongest feeling he ever had for someone else was a book character-and that's also pretty rare cause he doesn't read fiction he only reads facts-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 treats you normally with a sprinkle of kindness

ᯓᡣ𐭩 you don't notice, no one would notice. Good for Al-Haitham cause ew what if people realize hes just a regular human being?? Can't have that

ᯓᡣ𐭩 would tell you to take breaks and eat an apple or other fruits in those breaks so you can concentrate better afterwards. Oh and take a breath of fresh air

ᯓᡣ𐭩 keeps the bitch face on. Only drops it when you're not looking.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 finds it incredibly cute when you play with your hair or bite your lip. Your concentration is adorable...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you read like him, he would consider reading one of your favorite books, even if it's stupid and not his thing at all. He wants a good reason to talk to you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 has no idea how to get out of the "I'm so fucking cool" bs to actually get closer to you without seeming cringe or needy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 feelings aren't his thing but hey, he trys. Just pay more attention and maybe you make it easier for him by doing the first step

AMBER

ᯓᡣ𐭩 nah cause she's so honest about it-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 probably all Mondstadt and their granny's know that Amber has a crush on you, except for you....dumbass

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she always asks you if you wanna join her on god knows what adventures

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she also always packs lunch for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 like i said, she is pretty vocal about it and shows it quite well that she has an interest in you....and youre just brushing it off as kindness

ᯓᡣ𐭩 always ready to help! And she doesn't even need a thank you. Helping you is enough to make her happy, seeing your relieved is all she needs.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 gifts you flowers on a regular basis because they're just as pretty as you ♡

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she's so straightforward about her crush on you it's insane. People think she's dating you already, well wrong--

ᯓᡣ𐭩 big talk and actions but when it comes to beinh very vocal about her feelings she shuts down-she would stutter and blush not knowing what to say-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 like, pls stop being so oblivious to her attempts and just tell her you like her--then she'll confess too!

ARLECCHINO

ᯓᡣ𐭩 look, she's a busy woman (father), she doesn't have time for stupid crushes. She'll either tell you immediately once she figured it out, or just waits till the feelings disappear over time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 why? If she is uncertain that this would work out with a fatui harbinger, then she wouldn't confess at all. You won't notice a thing.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 but if she does feel like it could work out, maybe not immediately because you need time...and yeah maybe she needs to know a 100% too, she would court you (??)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 presenting you the finest things from all nations. Also giving you ifts from your home region cause...well maybe you miss it? And if you're from Fontaine she gives you only the most expensive shit hidden from all normal ordinary people-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she sneaks her way in your heart ngl-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and if she ever sees you with one of the things she gave you, she would make sure others know. Who knows who might have an interest in you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 would also make some space in her schedule just for you. Lets you know too. No, not to make you feel bad, nahhh. She wants you to know how important you are to her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and that she will always have time for you no matter what.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she's kinda advertising herself. "Look, I'm the baddest bitch around."

AYAKA

ᯓᡣ𐭩 also makes space in her very busy schedule just for you. And if she can't find the time so you both can be alone, she takes you with her to her appointments and everything.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 wants her brothers 'ok' for it all. She wouldn't feel quite comfy if Ayato wouldn't like you. Thomas opinion is also very important to her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if she every plays this weird cooking game with you, she trys to make it tame. She doesn't want you too disgusted or near throwing up cause then she'd feel bad

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and also trys cooking for you normally. She trys ok, she's getting better and better. Takes this as an excuse to cook your favorite meals.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 dances with you! She's shy about it but she does. Ayaka teaches you her favorite dances and moves, and would get quite close to you by doing this...plus for her

ᯓᡣ𐭩 but besides this she's very shy about her crush on you and won't admit it very fast. Even after months she wouldn't dare say a word about it to you or hint anything to drastic.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 tbh, it has to be you who would need to make the first step lol

AYATO

ᯓᡣ𐭩 very obvious...I mean...he gives you flowers, jewelry, new clothes. He takes you to events or dinners, important meetings. Lets you stay in the Kamisato estate for free. Bitch you even have your own room??

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ITS SO OBVIOUS

ᯓᡣ𐭩 i can't tell you more, except, just...just talk with him about it. Confront him and say, "yes" that's all he wants to hear from you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and see you happy ofc

BAIZHU

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if Chansheng can keep her mouth shut he wouldn't tell you at all. Or at least not so fast.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you know, you know. Baizhus story is...something. i won't spoiler tho

ᯓᡣ𐭩 because of that he needs to be very sure about it all. He can't just jump into something that might not work out at all or have no future in the beginning.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he would show his interest with nice little gestures. Giving you medicine for free, helping your loved ones when sick also for free, smiling just a bit more at you or teaching you about herbs and all.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's very gentle with you, scared he might break you. In truth it's actually him who would break--

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Qiqi would notice, she's a smart girl ofc she would. Yeah she knew you two were a thing before you two knew lol

ᯓᡣ𐭩 oh yeah and Changsheng blew it all-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Your hands wouldn't shake so much if you wouldn't love her"

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[thexsilentxwordsmith]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C10hCCZRjVR/?igsh=NjljbTg3OXp6NnJj

Seeing Simon holding his 3month old baby girl like this around the house and doing the koala one when he's burping the baby

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(Pics included in case you don't want to watch the short insta video)

No, no, don't do this to me. This is too fucking cute I can't stand it!

Anytime I think of Simon with a little baby of his own I immediately melt and want to give that man all the babies he wants, especially a little girl. Girl Dad Simon is at the top of my list of favorite things to think and write about with him. I just want this man to enjoy some softness.

I think at about the three month mark he is going to be a lot more comfortable with the baby and honestly, he finds that he is a natural at taking care of her. When she first came home, I can see him being really nervous and apprehensive to be around her, not that he doesn't absolutely adore her, but he is afraid he's going to somehow hurt her and he never wants that.

But after a bit of time he becomes more comfortable and is able to be very hands on in her care. And he finds that he really, really likes to be the one to hold her, burp her, ect. She is his little princess after all and his love for her just grows the more he interacts with her. I mean, she is the best of you both put together, why wouldn't he cherish her?

Oh my heart is melting.

But wait... can you imagine the baby like tracing her little fingers over his tattoos as he koala holds her? I think she would love to look at them, all intrigued about how they are just there, and Simon just lets her stare and touch as long as she likes. He says he's doing it because it's keeping her quiet, but you both know it's just so he can hold her longer.

I'm thinking this might need to be a fic involving something where some of the guys from the 141 see him being so natural just handling the baby like he was made to do it. Like big ol stoic Simon being gentle with this tiny little being, a side of him they didn't know possible.

Oh yeah this has to be a thing, my heart needs it!

Keep a look out for the massive amounts of fluff this is going to entail cause it's gonna make your teeth hurt with how sweet it is.

[roosterforme]

Always Ever Only You Part 30 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley's excitement over the first set of ultrasound photos is unparalleled. He has never been so happy and so overwhelmed in his life, but at times he feels ill equipped to process everything that's happening. And the last thing he wants is to make you feel like he's growing tired of you.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, pregnancy topics, doctors, angst, fluff

Length: 6600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

Bradley wanted to be able to explain it to you, but he wasn't really sure he could. Sitting in the waiting room with you and anticipating an ultrasound to see the baby was honestly more than he ever thought he could have. You were more than he ever thought he deserved, and you wanted him anyway. But a baby? 

He barely had a baseline to build off of. His dad died when he was young enough that he only had a handful of fleeting memories. The sound of a laugh. Two big hands lifting him up when he fell. A lullaby sung softly as he drifted off to sleep. Besides the photos that you and he collected from his storage unit and the stories his mom recounted when he was younger, that's all he had.

But he could practically hear his mom telling him how excited Nick Bradshaw was to be a dad. Bradley could remember the joy in her voice whenever she told him about the way she would catch father and son goofing off together. She was adamant that Bradley cried almost nonstop the first day his dad was gone for a deployment. And now Bradley desperately wished he could remember these little details that made up their relationship. Because soon, god willing, he was going to be on the other side of things: the parent who loves goofing off and singing, but who also gets deployed and causes tears to fall.

It was all too overwhelming for him to put into words, but as he laced his fingers with yours, he knew he didn't have to figure out how to do everything all at once. 

"Are you nervous?" you asked.

Bradley looked at your open expression and immediately felt better. Talking through things and sharing his thoughts was the best way to keep from driving himself crazy while also letting you know how important you were. "Excited," he replied, kissing your cheek and ear. "Just really fucking excited. I've been thinking... about starting a notebook. Kind of for the baby? Like how sometimes I like to write down what I'm thinking and feeling for myself."

He still felt silly at times for sharing the notebooks with you, but you nodded with a little smile on your lips. "I love your deployment notebooks. I love what you wrote about me."

He reached for you and kissed you without hesitation. "I think I want the baby to be able to read about how much I was looking forward to meeting them. When they're older, I mean. They can read about how I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest right now. And how I can't wait to hold them and give them a name. All about how much I love their mom."

Bradley let you bury your face against his neck. It didn't feel like you were hiding from him so much as giving him a taste of the kind of response he'd get if the two of you were alone. "I like that idea." You kissed the side of his neck and said, "I adore you, Roo. You'll be the best daddy."

Bradley almost laughed when you jolted in your seat after the nurse called your name. "Come on back, you two," she said with a smile. "Hopefully mom and dad can leave with some new family photos."

"Holy shit," Bradley replied, palms suddenly sweaty. Baby photos. He was on his feet in an instant, ready to go. And maybe this was what his dad felt like. Perhaps his parents didn't know what they were doing either, but rather they just counted themselves lucky to go along for the ride. He wished one of them had left him a notebook.

You were smiling up at him as he reached for your hand again, and your fingers felt sure and steady all wrapped up with his. "I'm excited, too," you whispered, answering your own question from earlier while he ran his thumb along your rings. "And maybe a little nervous."

"I'm right here," he promised as the two of you followed the nurse into a room filled with equipment. "I'm not going anywhere."

He kissed you and then begrudgingly let go of your hand when the nurse gave you a hospital gown to change into. As she left the room with the promise that your doctor would be in shortly, Bradley dragged his palms across his khaki covered thighs as he sat down and watched you change. Even though you were suffering from near constant nausea, he thought you looked incredible. Your face was glowing, and you kept looking at him with adoration in your eyes. 

"Jesus," he grunted when you removed your bra. Was it possible that today he was the hornier one for once? "Sweetheart. Your tits," he whispered as he ran a hand over his face while you giggled. "Unreal." Then your underwear went sliding down your legs, and he reached down to help you out of them. "Hand me the gown," he told you as he folded your underwear across his knee.

You slipped into the gown when he held it open for you, and then you stood between his legs while he secured the ties and kissed you through the fabric. Your laughter filled the small room, and when the doctor walked in, she found you sitting on Bradley's lap while he ran his knuckles gently across your belly. 

"I'm Dr. Morris," she said, shaking hands with you as you stood and then reaching for Bradley's. "I love it when partners show up for appointments, too. It's a lot more fun."

He watched Dr. Morris help you up onto the table, immediately missing your warm body next to his. "I plan on being here for every appointment unless I'm deployed." Your smile faltered a little bit at his words, so he added, "And even then, I'd steal a jet and fly in for a few hours. This is that important to me."

Your smile was restored and then some. Bradley scooted the chair a little closer when you reached for his hand as Dr. Morris started to ask you some questions and enter them into the software. "Do you recall when you last menstruated? I'd like to calculate a due date assuming we find a healthy fetus."

Once you told her the date of your last period, Bradley blurted out, "Why wouldn't it be healthy?"

Now he had two pairs of eyes on him as you squeezed his sweaty hand. "It's very early," Dr. Morris said. "Complications are more likely to occur in the first trimester than in the second or third. And your wife is just between seven and eight weeks along based on her cycle."

"Oh," Bradley said, swallowing hard. You'd tried to tell him all of this information before, letting him know it was too early to inform your parents or Nat or any of your other friends. But it felt somehow wrong coming from someone else. He didn't like this information when it was laid out before him in the exam room. 

"It's okay, Roo," you told him, a sweet smile still on your face. So he nodded and watched your lips and the curve of your cheek as you answered a few more questions and asked about prenatal vitamins.

Then eventually Dr. Morris said the only words Bradley really wanted to hear right now. "Let's see what we can find with the ultrasound."

He was sitting on the edge of his seat, elbow leaning on the exam table as he gripped your hand for dear life. As excited as he'd been, now he was on the verge of being sick. What if he'd been too rough with you in bed? What if the football at the beach really did hit you in the wrong spot? What if all of the vomiting had been worse than either of you considered?

One thing was for certain. Bradley was going to love you no matter what, until his dying day. So he held onto your hand and kissed your knuckles as Dr. Morris squeezed lube onto a wand that looked a bit like one of the vibrators you had at home. "Is that for the ultrasound?" he asked, watching you spread your legs wider. 

"Yes," the doctor replied, and a huge computer monitor lit up. "We need to get really up close at this stage to be able to see anything, so we're doing a transvaginal ultrasound today. The ones you're thinking of that use a paddle on the belly will come later."

"Right," he replied, and as soon as she slipped the wand inside you, he watched you purse your lips in slight discomfort. "You okay, Sweetheart?" he whispered, eyes glued to your face for any sign of pain. But your pinched expression melted away, and your lips parted softly as you sighed and stared at the computer monitor. 

"Oh. Oh, Bradley! Look!"

When he turned toward the screen, he slowly stood as you pulled his hand closer to your body and held it with both of yours. Everything looked a little fuzzy at first, just some gray and black shapes. But then a cute little bean started to take shape as Dr. Morris adjusted the wand, and Bradley rasped, "Is that the baby?"

"Yes," she replied evenly, also watching the monitor. "And everything looks great."

Warmth spread through his entire body as Bradley huffed out a laugh while you giggled. He wasn't sure if his hand was shaking or if it was yours, but he leaned down and kissed your wrists before finding your lips with his. "That's our baby," he whispered, kissing you once more.

"It's adorable," you said, smiling nonstop. "Like a little bean, or a chicken nugget."

Bradley leaned on the table, keeping as close to you as he could. "I'm already so in love." He could feel tears in his eyes as Dr. Morris froze the screen. "Is it over?" he asked in a slight panic. In all honesty, he could happily spend the rest of the day right here with you and the baby, and he wasn't prepared to say goodbye yet.

"Just capturing some images," she reassured him. "Baby's first picture."

"Oh my god," Bradley groaned softly, and you ran your fingers through his hair as he ducked his head against your shoulder. "That's the first picture, Baby Girl."

"The baby looks just like you, Roo," you told him with a laugh, and he kissed you until the doctor cleared her throat.

"Let's see what we can find if we zoom in a little more."

With rapt attention once again, Bradley stared at the screen. It looked like the baby was bouncing around a bit, wiggling to an unknown song. "Is that movement good?" he asked. "And what's that little flickering spot?"

"Very good," she replied. "And the flickering is the heartbeat."

"The heartbeat?" That was inexplicably what threw him over the edge as a tear managed to squeeze its way down his cheek when he blinked. "Holy shit."

He just let his head rest against your chest and basked in the feel of your fingers in his hair as you whispered, "I love you." Bradley had no idea if you were talking to him or the baby. Or maybe both. Or maybe you loved Dr. Morris, because in this moment he certainly did as she snapped more photos. Maybe you loved everything right now just like he did.

"I love you, too."

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Bradley was falling apart as you ran your fingertips along his scarred cheek. Or perhaps he was completely keeping it together. You weren't really sure. He had some tears in his eyes even though he was smiling, and the two of you were holding onto each other. 

"Do you want to listen to the heartbeat as well?" Dr. Morris asked, and the two of you responded at the same time. 

"Yes!"

She laughed and adjusted the ultrasound wand inside you which was actually extremely uncomfortable, but you were starting to think Bradley would cry harder when she removed it. And then you heard it. Dr. Morris adjusted something on the control panel, and set a device on your belly, and you could hear the heartbeat. 

"Why is it so fast?" Bradley asked, squeezing your hand. "That's like really fast."

Now your heartbeat was picking up, but Dr. Morris said, "One hundred and fifty two beats per minute. That's perfectly where it should be."

"Oh, okay," Bradley sighed, eyes transfixed on the monitor. "That's good then. That's a strong Bradshaw heartbeat right there. Can you take another picture? The nugget looks really cute like that."

You laughed and reached for him when she eventually shut off the equipment and removed the wand. At Bradley's request, she printed out enough copies of each image that you'd be able to give them to your parents, all of your friends and even Bradley's cousin Brenda in Virginia. 

"This seems like overkill," you whispered as the printer just kept going and going.

"It's not," he promised. "I need all of them to wallpaper my locker and fill my helmet bag. Just a bunch of pictures of you and now the baby, too."

"We'll get more ultrasound photos at the next appointment. And the next one after that," you reminded him. 

"Good. We'll have enough to wallpaper at home, too." Eased himself back down into the chair as you sat up a little bit while Dr. Morris cleaned up her workstation. 

"When is the due date?" you asked suddenly. 

"March 24th," she replied, and you and Bradley shared a smile. "Do either of you have any other questions for me?" she asked as she handed a massive stack of ultrasound photos to your husband who looked like he just won the lottery. 

"When can we find out if it's a girl or a boy?" he asked, looking through the images with a crooked little grin on his face. 

"In the second trimester," she assured him. "You'll make a special appointment for an anatomy scan."

You cleared your throat and said, "So... I've been really quite... I'm sure it's the hormones and everything, but I've been extremely aroused for the past few weeks." Bradley gave you a wide eyed look as you asked, "Basically, I want my husband around the clock right now, and I want to know if that's normal?"

He let out a strangled choking sound, and his cheeks started to flush pink as Dr. Morris said, "That's totally normal. Have at it."

You pressed your lips together before you quickly asked, "And rough is okay? Like pretty rough."

"Yep," she replied, completely unfazed by your words as Bradley looked like he wanted to run out of the room with his stack of baby pictures. "Anything else?"

A smile crept to your lips, one that Bradley would have probably found alarming if he were looking anywhere else except the door at the moment. "Actually, yes. I do have one more question for you, Dr. Morris. Based on the size of the baby and the date of my last period, can you tell me when you think the baby was conceived?"

"Sure," she replied, turning the monitor back on and scrolling through all of the information in your electronic file. 

"You did not just ask her that," Bradley whispered, his voice deep with annoyance and maybe a little bit of desire as you grinned at him and bit your lip. 

"I would say you probably conceived right around June 27th."

You squealed with delight as Bradley groaned. "Thank you so much, Dr. Morris. We'll see you again in a few weeks."

When she left the room, you hopped off the table and started to untie your gown, pausing to pump your fist in the air while Bradley held his forehead in his hand. "Okay, okay. You win," he whined as he laughed. "You win."

"I told you the baby was conceived in the Honda!"

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Later that night, Bradley kept reminding himself that Dr. Morris said rough sex was okay. That seemed to be the only way you wanted it as you got on all fours on the bed and said, "Fuck me hard, Daddy." And Bradley was never going to be one to deny his wife anything she asked for. 

Beads of sweat were rolling down his face, occasionally dripping onto your back as he leaned over you. He was panting next to your ear as he went as hard as he could, fucking you until your knees buckled and he had to hold you up. "You know, I used to have a wife who liked it sweet sometimes. I wonder what happened to her?"

"You knocked her up," you gasped as he rubbed your clit with his fingers. 

Fuck, he was getting close, and your words were not helping in the least. "Come on, Baby Girl. Come for Daddy." 

A few more swipes of his fingers and a little more dirty talk, and you were coming. Holy hell, you were coming hard, which was a good thing, because Bradley needed a break. You released an unholy moan as your legs gave out again, and this time, he let you sink down to the bed as he grabbed his cock in time to come all over your ass and your back. 

"Roo," you gasped as he painted you up, and you met his eyes over your shoulder. "That's so fucking hot!"

"I'm glad you think so," he grunted before he sprawled out on the bed next to you on his back. "I got nothing left in the tank, Sweetheart. Do not ask me for more tonight."

You crawled over to kiss his sweaty face and whispered, "You did so good," as you patted his abs adoringly. "You're already the world's best Daddy." Then you leaned down and cleaned his cum from the head of his cock with your tongue, and Bradley moaned as you climbed out of bed. "I'm going to shower and get ready for bed."

He raised his hand in a wave or surrender, he wasn't quite sure which. Forty-five minutes of nailing you until you screamed his name was the most intense workout he'd had in weeks. He needed to hit his home gym in the garage a little harder. Maybe he could invite Jake over to lift weights with him, and then he could sneak away and take a nap while you and Jake had one of your gossip sessions. That actually sounded pretty great.

Bradley managed to get out of bed long enough to let Tramp out and brush his teeth. By that point, you were getting out of the shower and drying yourself off,  humming and sighing softly. 

"I know what you're trying to do," he said with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "And it's not gonna work."

You looked at him with one eyebrow raised as you ran the towel across your chest. "I'm sorry. What exactly am I trying to do that's not going to work?"

He spit out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth, sending a glare at you in the mirror. "Look at your fucking tits, Sweetheart. Now you're just flaunting them."

"I'm literally just standing here."

He shook his head and kissed your forehead as he walked past. "You know what you did."

When you slipped in bed next to him, he pulled you close while you laughed softly. You were wearing nothing except for his old UVA shirt, and when you curled up next to him, he pushed you gently onto your back. Then he yanked the shirt up and shimmied under the covers so his lips were next to your tummy. 

He kissed up and down your side before laying with his cheek on your hip and one hand on your belly. "Listen kid, I don't know what you're doing in there, but I need you to chill, okay? Someday soon, you'll get to see how pretty and perfect your mommy is. Yes, I think about her all day long. Yes, I love her, but I can only take so much. Your old man is an old man."

You lifted up the covers, and Bradley felt your fingers in his hair. "No, you're not."

He kissed the spot just below your belly button before returning to his pillow. "I'll be close to thirty-eight when this little nugget arrives."

"That's not old."

When you curled up on him this time, he collected you in his arms. If you were surprised by his words, you didn't let on. "My dad died when he was twenty-nine. My mom died when she was forty-two. You're a bit younger than me, not that I mind. But my age is something I think about a lot. I'm older than all my friends. I like to be prepared for things before I jump into them. I like to feel out my surroundings. Except when it comes to you, apparently."

You snuggled in a little closer, voice soft as you asked, "What do you mean?"

Bradley kissed your fingers before lacing them with his in the dark bedroom. "I was all in with you as soon as you looked at me. Zero hesitation. No turning back."

You buried your face in his chest and moaned. "You can't just talk about me like that. It makes me insane for you," came your muffled voice, and Bradley laughed. 

"I guess I never had any hesitation about us having kids either. And I'm just saying... it's nice to have time to think about the baby before the baby actually gets here. But I'm also in my head a lot right now about my parents and how much more flying I've got left in me and how I don't actually know how the fuck to take care of a baby."

"Bradley!" Your voice was scolding as you propped yourself up on him. "We're a team. And I wouldn't lie to you. You're not old, and I'm pretty sure nobody actually knows how to take care of a baby until they have one in front of them. Then you just kind of do it, I guess. The fact that you are so excited about this pregnancy is at least half of what's turning me on so much. You will be the best dad imaginable, because you love me so well, and I don't doubt you have more of that to give."

He was exhausted, and your words settled over him like something he could physically feel. "I really am so excited. Today felt like a dream. I just want to cover the whole house in the ultrasound photos, and I can't wait to get another smaller paper airplane tattoo."

He felt your fingers trace his tattoo in the darkness. You knew exactly where it was without guidance just like he knew exactly where yours was. "You'll get it right here? With the baby's name on it?"

"Yeah," he whispered, starting to feel like he was going to doze off.

"I have a question," you said, and he squeezed your hand softly. "Earlier you asked when we can find out if it's a boy or a girl."

He smiled at the hesitation in your voice. "What's your question?"

Bradley could feel your heartbeat against his body, and he thought about how he had been able to see and hear what the baby was doing just a few hours ago. The beautiful sound of that rapid heartbeat that belonged to his child. 

"Do you care? If it's a boy or a girl?"

"No," he answered honestly. "Not one bit. I just care that it's ours."

"Me too. I'm happy either way." Your words sounded soft and dreamy, and he believed them.

"I love you both. Now let the old man sleep."

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The rest of the week felt like a bit of a reality check. You tried taking the prenatal vitamins from Dr. Morris, but you threw them back up almost instantly every single time. "Just skip them," Bradley said on Friday morning as you threw up in the toilet when you were trying to get dressed for work. 

"I can't," you practically wailed. "They are supposed to keep me healthy so I can keep the baby healthy." You looked up at him from where you were sitting on the floor.

He sighed and checked the time. "Why don't you just stay home today? You're looking pretty green, and it's Friday anyway. Text Bickel."

Anger flared inside you. He was standing there looking nice and tidy in his khakis while you were on the floor turning yours into a wrinkly mess. And the reason for that was the fact that you had to deal with all of this shit. He just got to enjoy your libido while being excited about the baby. You really didn't want to start resenting him right now when you were leaving for Maryland soon.

"I can't just skip work on a whim like what I'm doing isn't important," you snapped. "I'm trying to get my presentation ready for Annapolis, in case you forgot you offered to help me with that."

He was on his knees in an instant with your chin in his hand. "Hey, that's not what I meant. I just don't want you overexerting yourself, especially since your work is important and you'll be traveling soon."

You still felt bitchy, even though he made you peanut butter crackers and took Tramp for a walk while you stayed curled up in bed for an extra twenty minutes. "That's right. I'll be gone for a week. I'm sure you're looking forward to having a break from the near constant sex."

You used the vanity to pull yourself to your feet while your stomach lurched, even though he was holding his hand out to help you. "Look at me," he demanded without touching you at all. You didn't want to, but you shifted your gaze to his face as he stood too. "If you really think that's true, then we have a serious problem. I'm going to assume that you feel the need to take your nausea out on me, and that's fine. I don't really mind. That's what I'm here for. But do not accuse me of ever wanting to be separated from you."

You pressed your lips together and just nodded as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. You didn't want to be away from him either, but you felt another wave of sickness rolling through your body.

"I need to go, Sweetheart. I'll stop and get you some of those ginger pills on my way home. Maybe they'll help. I love you."

After he left, you threw up again and fought the urge to throw the bottle of prenatal vitamins across the bathroom. Even now you were horny enough that you considered climbing back in bed with your vibrator to take the edge off, but you knew nothing would be as good as the real thing. And you'd have to apologize to Bradley before you could have that, and it would undoubtedly make you cry when you did. 

When you finally made your way back out to the kitchen, you found more peanut butter crackers arranged on a plate in the shape of a heart with one of the ultrasound photos next to it. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you tried to call your husband, but it went to voicemail. You listened to his raspy voice before ending the call and texting him instead.

I'm sorry. If you want Marry Me Rooster for dinner, pick up some chicken along with the ginger pills.

After you tucked the ultrasound picture in the new Bronco, you spent your whole morning sitting quietly with Cat, the two of you going over each presentation slide with a fine tooth comb. "Is that calculation correct?" she asked, pulling out a calculator. 

"It fucking better be. I did it myself. Months ago."

She looked at you with wide eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you lied, anxious that Bradley hadn't responded to your text. Two days ago, you were having the absolute time of your life with Dr. Morris, and now you wanted to scream. "Can we just finish this?" you said through gritted teeth as Cat checked your math which was obviously done correctly. 

"That's what we're working on," she said smoothly, using her mom voice on you and making your nerves prickle. "Finishing the slides so we can spend next week practicing and getting our notes in order for all of these meetings and cocktail receptions."

The last thing you wanted to do right now was pretend you were drinking alcohol while trying not to vomit. Nothing about this trip to Annapolis seemed appealing. And you didn't want to have to try to hide your pregnancy from your parents if you drove to see them one night. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" Cat asked, and you had to steel your spine as you nodded. 

"I'm perfect." There was no point in making her mad at you when the two of you would be in close quarters for several days, so you rolled your shoulders and got back to work.

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Asking Jake if he wanted to workout actually wasn't the best idea Bradley had come up with recently. It would be nice to have someone to spot for him at the weight bench, but if you were making his favorite dinner, he'd rather spend the time with you. 

"Fuck," he groaned as Jake followed him to the grocery store on his way home. Apparently he needed protein powder and didn't mind that Bradley had to stop for chicken. Of course now he had to try to discreetly grab the ginger pills that you wanted to try for your nausea. 

It ended up being easier than he thought since Jake took fifteen minutes to decide which flavor of protein powder he wanted. He was still looking at them when Bradley went back to that aisle. "Are you almost done?"

Jake shot him a nasty look from where he was squatting at the bottom shelf. "Listen, it would go faster if I didn't get hit on constantly when I'm wearing my uniform."

Bradley rolled his eyes so hard, he was afraid he'd get a migraine. "Keep it in your fucking pants. I'll meet you at my house."

Jake grabbed a container and followed him to the registers. When they passed a hot sauce display, he grabbed one and handed it to Bradley. "Get this for Angel, and maybe you'll get laid. Sounds like you need it."

"It's literally the last thing I need," he mumbled, but paid for it anyway along with the ginger and the chicken. When Bradley slid his credit card back in his wallet, he saw the corner of the ultrasound image he had tucked in there last night. He unfolded it and took a peek as Jake paid for his powder. You were everything. And the baby was everything. And he should have been a little more patient with you this morning. 

"You coming?" Jake asked, and Bradley shoved the nugget photo back inside his wallet before slipping it into his pocket. 

You were already home, and Bradley parked the blue Bronco next to the red one. Jake came careening into the driveway, stopping about two inches from the back of the new Bronco. "Show her a little respect, okay?"

Jake snorted as he climbed out. "You literally fucked the other car to bits. I didn't do shit."

Bradley groaned as he walked inside with Jake on his heels. The first thing he saw was you in the kitchen, feeding Tramp a treat. You had on some skin tight yoga pants and a little shirt without a bra, and you turned to him and said, "Can we talk?" He opened his mouth to tell you that you could have any damn thing you wanted, and then you said, "Hi, Jake," with a look of surprise on your face. "I didn't know you were coming over."

"Hey, Angel," Jake crooned, walking into the kitchen and pulling you in for a tight hug. Shit, Bradley forgot to text you and let you know he wasn't going to be alone. "Didn't see you at lunch today."

"I worked through lunch," you replied, your eyes on Bradley. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Nah, just going to lift weights out in the garage with Rooster for a bit. I'll be out of your hair after that."

"You can stay if you want," you told him, but he was already heading toward the hallway bathroom with his gym bag. "Why didn't you tell me he was coming over?" you whispered. "I'm not even wearing underwear, and you left one of the ultrasound photos on the fridge."

Bradley quickly pulled it down and stuck it in the freezer on his way to get to you. "I'm sorry. I meant to text you, but then I got in the Bronco and forgot." Tears welled up in your eyes; he should be used to this by now, but he was not. "If you're horny, I'll take care of you as soon as Jake leaves."

You scoffed at him. "It's not that. I don't just want that. I wanted to talk. You're not just a gigantic, walking dick to me."

Jake cleared his throat, and you and Bradley both turned to see him standing there in his gym clothes. "I'll meet you out in the garage," he said with a smirk. "Take your time."

"I'll just be a minute," Bradley called over his shoulder, but you'd already started to open the chicken he set on the counter. "Do you want to talk now?"

"No." Great. You were giving him one word answers now. 

"Would you like me to get changed and get out of your hair?"

"Yes."

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As soon as Bradley walked through the sliding glass door and headed for the garage, you broke out in tears. What the fuck was your problem? You didn't mind if Jake was here or if he stayed for dinner. You didn't want to completely discourage Bradley from hanging up the nugget photo. You just couldn't control your emotions, and you had zero patience today. And you couldn't stop running to the bathroom to pee. 

You decided to fill up some travel mugs with water and take them out to the guys to smooth things over. Tramp ran around in the grass as you walked across the yard, and you could already hear the two of them talking over their playlist as you approached the doorway. 

"Is Angel's ass bigger now?" Jake asked, pointing to the dirty calendar that Bradley hung on the wall and strategically covered part of with a post-it note.

Your husband shook his head. "Stop staring at my calendar," he replied as he added weight to one side of the bar. "And stop talking about my wife's ass."

"She's in a feisty mood today. You probably didn't even need that hot sauce to get laid, old man." Based on Jake's response, you were pretty sure neither of them had seen you in the doorway yet as you stood there awkwardly. 

Bradley's brow creased. "She's been a real handful, actually."

Jake hooted with laughter. "In the bedroom? Never mind, I don't want to know."

It took Bradley a few seconds to respond. "Can we talk about anything else other than my wife? Please? Literally any other topic would be great."

You turned on your heel and carried the waters back toward the house as soon as you heard Jake say, "Speaking of asses, you know who has a great one..."

They were out there for a full hour. You made what turned out to be perhaps the most incredible looking batch of Marry Me Rooster of your life while you stewed. Even your husband was already sick of you. Soon you'd gain so much pregnancy weight, your ass would probably be enormous. He'd probably have to close his eyes just to have sex with you. 

You froze as you were putting the chicken onto a plate. What if he couldn't stand the sight of you with a belly at all? All stretched out and weird? Bradley had probably glorified it in his mind, but you knew it wasn't going to be all that appealing when you were nine months along in the middle of March with stretch marks galore. You were already bloated enough that Jake noticed.

You were turning and looking down at your body when they both came walking back inside, out of breath. "Smells good in here. Are these for us?" Bradley asked, pointing at the waters on the island. 

"Yes," you whispered, afraid to meet his eyes. As soon as you heard his voice, you were horny again, but you didn't want to keep forcing him to have sex with you just because you couldn't help yourself.

Jake kissed you on the cheek, and when you told him he was welcome to stay for dinner, he said, "I'll take a raincheck. See you for golf on Sunday, Rooster," and headed out to his car.

"Do you think you can eat dinner?" Bradley asked you softly. When you turned away from him and nodded, he said, "You didn't have to wait for me if you were hungry. Do you want me to shower first?"

You burst into tears once again. "I don't know if I'm hungry. I don't ever know. Sometimes I just grow up. And I can't stop fucking crying! And I don't want you to be so sick of me that you'd rather talk about literally anything else with Jake, including someone else's ass."

"Whoa, whoa," he said quietly, spinning you around again. "I don't want to talk about anything else besides you, Sweetheart."

You shook your head and covered your eyes with your hands. "I tried to bring the waters outside. I heard you."

When you were pulled snug against his sweaty shirt, you felt slightly better. "Baby Girl. I was not about to get into a conversation with Jake about how I can barely keep up with you in bed. In order to keep my pride intact, I would at least want him to know you're pregnant if I'm admitting that you're wearing me out." He kissed the top of your head over and over.

"It feels like you're getting sick of me," you sobbed softly. "And you brought me hot sauce even though I can't eat it right now, and that made me so sad."

"I couldn't be less sick of you if I tried. I just needed to keep Jake off my back rather than let slip that you're pregnant, so I got the hot sauce. And it's completely my fault I forgot to tell you he was coming over, but I had a lot on my mind today."

"Like what?" you asked, inhaling how delicious he smelled even compared to the dinner you made.

"Like possible baby names and the look and feel of your pussy when I fuck you. Do you need me right now? Because I'm ready to go when you want me."

"So badly," you squeaked. "I'm sorry, Roo."

"Don't ever apologize again for wanting to have sex with me. I will be the one to apologize if I don't last as long as you need me to."

You nodded against him. "Well then I'll apologize for having a bad attitude."

"Do you need me to fuck the attitude out of you?" 

"Yes, sir."

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Imagine how excited he'll be holding that baby in his beefy arms. Just stay calm, sweet Roo. The hormones won't last forever. Up next, we're going to Annapolis. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 31

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[mattslolita]

lunchbox friends - n. sturniolo ( 001. )

in which ... they meet at a melanie martinez concert and become best friends. platonic!nick & platonic!black!fem reader

warnings ; cussings, mentions of vape, mostly fluff!

"𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

nervousness flooded your body as you walked up towards the venue to see your favorite singer — melanie martinez.

since 2017 when you first began listening to her, she's resonated with you deeply. her lyrics which spoke poetry about real life situations, and how her song titles were innocent but the song went deeper — the cry baby album would always be your favorite and hold a special place in your heart, but when melanie dropped portals you literally had it on repeat since that day. it's safe to say nymphology was your favorite song.

unfortunately, you didn't have many friends that listened to her on the level you did, so it resulted in you not having anyone to go with. your anxiety increased due to this, because you didn't particularly like going places alone.

your hands adjusted the bands on your wrist then you smoothed your earth green long skirt from your outfit in confidence — the line was finally starting to move as you could see the arena ahead of you, causing your nerves to cease slightly as you realized you'd be breathing the same air as your favorite singer in some minutes.

when you reached the front row just behind the barricade, you found yourself next to people already — your excited nerves flowed through your veins as you looked up at the stage in anticipation.

"oh my gosh, i love your outfit!" a male's voice says from beside you, prompting you to turn to the source.

he was brunette and taller than you, a nose ring that complimented his face nicely — the kind smile on his face caused you to smile at him.

"thank you!" you said to him, your eyes traveling down to his shoes and your smile widened, "i love your shoes so much."

"thank you," he says back to you, "i really liked this whole outfit, i devoured honestly."

"period, you did that!" you giggled at him, both of you sharing another laugh with one another.

"i'm nick, by the way," he tells you, holding his hand out for you to shake.

you look at him like he's crazy before pulling him in for a hug. "i'm y/n! it's nice to meet you."

"i'm kinda nervous, this is my first concert alone," nick tells you, and you nod knowingly, "my brothers aren't really into melanie so i didn't pressure them into coming with me."

"i'm an only child, i wished i could've had siblings to come here with me," you tell nick, and he grins.

"we should definitely hang out after this, then," nick suggests, and your eyes light up and snap your fingers at him in agreeance.

"yo brothers are finna be sick of us with the way i'm gonna blast melanie all the time," you giggle, causing nick to laugh along with you.

right off the bat, you know nick matched your energy really well — he was exactly what you looked for in a friend, and it was like a breath of fresh air when all that surrounded you in the past was toxicity.

suddenly the lights dimmed, causing both you and nick to share a grin as you clamp onto his wrist excitedly — a beautiful, earthy escape came on the screen and your eyes wandered around it as you marveled at the pretty mushrooms and butterflies that littered the scenery.

"bitch oh my gosh," nick gasps quietly, tugging on your arm to capture your attention, "she's here."

"oh my fucking word."

low and behold, melanie emerges from the stage causing everyone including both you and nick to go wild upon seeing her — alot of people shamed her for the prosthetics she wore, but you thought it was one of the most creative and bravest things she'd ever pulled off. it was definitely different, but that's why you loved her so much — she never limited her creativity, always going outside of the box. and she ate every time.

"MELANIE, I LOVE YOU!" you yelled, cupping your hands around your mouth as she lets out a giggle into the microphone.

"la, how are you guys tonight?" melanie announces, and the crowd immediately whoops and hollers for her.

"girl, cause what do you mean we're breathing the same air as her right now?" nick whispers to you, causing you to laugh as he holds his phone up towards her to capture the moment.

you follow suit, also discreetly taking a few pictures of both you and nick together ( mostly of you freaking out ), before the first song comes on, her dancers coming out as well — death.

an excited squeal comes from your mouth as you and nick are now both recording each other singing along to the song silently.

"when you aren't around," you narrate with your hands, recording you and nick, "i sink into the ground. i try to pretend i'm closer to you!"

"never understand it, you're always on my mind, i cannot help it," nick sings along with you, the both of you watching as melanie and her dancers perform in front of you.

as your favorite part draws closer, you find yourself beginning to dance, feeling this song so badly as you and nick continue singing with melanie.

"BACK FROM THE DEAD, BACK FROM THE DEAD!" you both sing, holding each other's hand as you sing, "I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD, BACK FROM THE DEAD!"

you're hyping each other up at this point and you're pretty sure there's other people giving you both crazy looks, but you could care less as you're both relishing in the amazing time you're having.

pretty soon your favorite song starts playing, and you squeal at nick in excitement as you grab his shoulder. "bitch, this is my song! i'm gonna teach you to shake ass to this one!"

"bitch i'm so excited, don't fucking play with me!" nick yells back to you.

"CALL ME YOUR NYMPH, PRAISE ME FOR MARTYR, PRAISE ME FOR SIN!" you both sing to each other, "CALL ME YOUR MUSE, A SPRITE OR AN ELF THAT YOU CRY TO AND USE!"

"i will not suffer, cry under covers," melanie sings into the microphone, swaying along and you feel yourself about to get crazy, "i'm not your mother, oh oh, oh oh-"

"IT'S NYMPHOLOGY, NOT PSYCHOLOGY!" you and nick scream, and you begin throwing it back slightly, causing nick to hype you up as he records you, "BE THE MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL BITCH YOU FUCKING OUTTA BE!"

"damaged audity, bought by sotheby's!" melanie sings, dancing on the stage causing you and nick to cling onto each other, "auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy!"

"you can't even spell that you're an expert in nymphology!" nick sings as he records melanie.

he remains blissfully unaware as you quickly open your small purse and duck your head to take a quick hit from your peach mango watermelon elfbar, blowing the smoke downwards so that nobody could notice you.

"girl let me hit that real quick," nick whispers to you and your eyes widen before you giggle and pass it to him, watching as he ducks down the same way you did to take a hit.

the rest of the concert was magical — you couldn't believe the energy that melanie produced and the amazing show that she performed, and the newest friendship that you made. even the smallest moments like when melanie giggled into the mic again whilst singing moon cycle, or the way nick gave you water when he noticed that you were running out of breath meant, that meant the most to you.

when the concert was over, you and nick were still attached at the hip as you both gushed nonstop about your favorite singer and her abilities to make this one of the best nights you've ever had.

when you both exited the venue, you two were so engaged in conversation that you almost didn't notice a group of three girls slowly approaching the both of you.

"hi, i don't mean to interrupt you guys," a brunette girl said shyly, messing with a bracelet on her wrist as she and her friends smiled at you both, "i love you guys' videos nick, and you're one of the most gorgeous girls ever."

"thank you!" both you and nick smiled at the same time, causing the girls to giggle.

"i was wondering if i could get a picture with you both?" she asked, looking between the both of you.

"are you okay with that, y/n?" nick asks you, and you beam at the girl with a nod.

"did you guys wanna be in it too?" you asked her friends sweetly, both of them nodding with shy smiles.

the brunette girl gets in the middle as you and nick gather around her, one friend next to nick whilst the other stands on the other side of you — you smile into the camera as the girl quickly snaps three photos, and your heart could melt at the way she gushed in admiration.

"thank you guys so much!" she said to the both of you, "have a great night!"

"you too, love!" nick tells her, and you wave to them kindly.

"videos?" you querie nick with a smile, "what kind of videos do you make?"

"me and my brothers have a youtube channel together, we do vlogs and car videos," nick explains, and you nod in intrigue. "this is actually one of the first nights where i get to relax and have fun like this, honestly."

"i love that for you, then," you tell nick, then you wriggle your eyebrows with a grin, "and i would love even more to meet these brothers of yours."

nick rolls his eyes at this playfully. "girl, they're gonna wanna steal you from me!"

"that's not finna happen, cause you were gang before they were!" you tell him.

"do you live in la by any chance?" nick asks you.

"i do!" you smile, pulling your phone out and going to contacts, "give me your number and shit so we can text each other!"

"we need to plan to hang out again, too!" nick adds, as he puts his number into your phone.

"lemme call an uber before it gets too late," you pout slightly, not yet wanting to stop talking to nick. "it was so amazing meeting you, nick!"

"girl, it was great meeting you too!" nick smiles.

you bring him in for yet another hug, then ask him various times if he had a ride home to make sure he was safe — after finally reassuring you, your uber had pulled up not long after and with one final hug to nick for the night, you hop inside, waving him goodbye.

when you got home, the first thing you did was turn on the heater since it was cold in your house.

you slipped your sandals off and put your purse on the foot of your bed, going into your bathroom to wash off your makeup. a text from nick caused you to grin as you got your makeup wipes and began with the blush on your face.

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

girl tell me why i accidentally sent one of the videos to my brother and he IMMEDIATELY asked for your instagram👀

twinn🤞💜

nick😭😭😭😭

is he cute tho ?🤣

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

🙄 y'all haven't even met yet and it's already starting

i'm disappointed.

twinn🤞💜

BYEEE

no but don't give him my gram yet, i wanna meet in person😝

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

do you wanna come over sometime next weekend ?

we can go out to eat somewhere then come back and hang out!

twinn🤞💜

absolutelyyyy !

i'm so down & i'll text you to let you know !

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

goodnight girl❤

twinn🤞💜

goodnight stinkaa😘

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you exited out of your messages with a content smile, finding yourself extremely excited for the next time you both would hang out. you could tell this friendship would be a good one, and you were hoping it was better than the type of friends you had in the past.

lil 💌

cause this been in my drafts for TOO long, & i love my fav so yk i had to make a best friends series for him😝 for my twinnie @thenickgirl happy early birthday to us🤭.

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[chloeillustrates16]

NSFW Sugar Daddy!König x Civilian Sugarbaby!Reader

Summary: König being a sugar daddy was no one's business at KorTac; that's why when you came to tap him out, they were shocked to see how eager König was to go home.

Warnings: Swearing, bad German to English translation (sorry), p in v, face riding, Spanking, dirty talk in both English and German, rough sex, fingering, Aftercare, fluff, dom!König, Sub!Fem!Reader

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You were nervous to see König again, but also excited. You got dressed in his favorite outfit; which was expensive looking, yes. Honestly, you didn't care. The stares that you got all the time were nothing new to you.

You and the other family members of KorTac were waiting to go out and greet family members. You and Horangi's girlfriend were talking, "So, you and König, huh? Last I heard from Horangi, he said that König didn't have a girlfriend." You smile nervously,

"Well, König is very secretive about his personal life."

"Makes sense, the hood and all," before Horangi's girlfriend could say more. You smile spotting König his back to you. You ran up to him, glad that you didn't wear heals. You tap him on the shoulder, the moment he turned around, his blue eyes lit up with excitement as he wrapped you up in a big bear hug.

"Kleines Mädchen," König whispered under his breath.

"I missed you too," he grip got a little tighter as he glanced around. Everyone else was too busy.

"Lass uns hier verschwinden, ich will die Muschi schmecken, die ich so sehr vermisst habe," shivers ran down your spine as you led him to the car that he bought you. "Get in the passanger seat."

I nod, getting in the passenger side of the car after handing him the keys. The moment they were on the road, König spoke. "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"

"No, Daddy." He raised an eyebrow at that, he didn't believe that for a second. You knew that too.

"If you're lying, I'll spank you."

"I know, I'm not." You argue, his hand squeezed your thigh,

"Spread your legs," he ordered. You swallow thickly as you did, his fingers sliding up your thigh and into your panties. A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers played with the bud of nerves of your pussy.

"Hmmm, you weren't lying. I'm proud of you, Baby."

"Daddy," you gasp, your hand covering your mouth.

"Here's what's going to happen, I'll play with you all the way home. Do. Not. Cum. is that understood?" All you could do was nod through your moans.

Throughout the drive home was agonizing. The bumps in the road were making it hard for you to keep a grip on orgasm. His fingers were penetrating your pussy so much that you almost begged for him to let you cum.

The moment that he pulled into the driveway, you felt relief as the grip on your orgasm was slowly slipping; however, his fingers pulled away making you whimper.

"You have 10 seconds to get that door open, or I'm fucking you outside." A thrill of excitement shot through your spine as you grab the keys from him. You sprinted, mentally counting to 10; König was slowly reaching you, when you got the door open, he sprinted inside. Slamming the door shut and throwing your body against the wall.

His hands pulled at your dress, causing the black fabric in his hands to tear in half along with your bra and panties. Your shoes came off with ease since they were flipflops. His head was in between your thighs, his tongue licking thick stripes across your abused cunt.

"Daddy!" You shriek, your head fall back against the wall beside the door. His thumb played with your clit as his tongue spread your folds. His voice was muffled as groans escaped his throat,

"Ah, Das ist es; mein Gott, du bist so nass!" Somehow, the more he spoke in his native tongue, the more wet you got. Your toes curled as he kept his rough licks inside your cunt. "Come on, cum baby, I know you can." Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your orgasm hit. It was so heavy it made König moan; the bulge in his pants barely being hold by the zipper and button.

Pulling away, he licked his lips before wiping his face off with his hand. "Very gut, now; go to the bedroom and lay down. I'm not done with you yet."

You stumble, your legs shaking so much that you could barely walk. König realized this and helped you towards the bedroom. "Was I too rough?"

"No, just shaky." He hummed, kissing your neck leaving a small mark. He laid you down on the bed, his lips attacking your nipples first, his mouth sucking harshly on one and his fingers pinching and pulling the other. As if you couldn't get enough, your eyes roll back again; König knew every single one of your buttons and he knew how to drive you mad.

Once he was done teasing your nipples; his kisses led up to your lips. After two pulled away for air, you pulled off his hood; you were met with that handsome face you've missed for months. "Hallo, Meine, Liebe."

"Hey," König pulled off his shirt; you could feel yourself drool at the sight of his body.

"You want to touch me, don't you?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Please."

"You have to earn it; get on your knees." You did what you were told, getting on your knees in front of König; he had pulled his pants down, leaving him in his boxers.

You waited, he nodded letting you pull his boxers down; his massive cock was freed; to this day, you didn't understand how it didn't rip anything even soft. The red tip poked against your cheek. You took him in your hand, slowly rubbing him.

"Ah, that's it." König moaned, "Be a gut girl, put my cock in your mouth." His dick barely fit in your mouth; you gaged as his hand on your head shoved you down more. "Scheiße!"

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes as he fucked your mouth. Your grip on the sheets tightened as your throat finally relaxed letting him fuck into your throats.

"You have such pretty lips," he moaned, his head falling back on the pillows. "Ah! Do you want to come in your mouth or on your pretty face?"

"Face," you managed to say through gags. König nodded letting you pull him out of the warm walls and stroked his cock. His seed hit your face; he chuckled, grabbing a towel and wiping your face off.

"You were so gut, you ready for my cock inside that pussy of yours?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Go lay on the bed."

König watched as you laid on your back, your legs spread; your drenched pussy begging for him to take you. König watched for a moment, seeing your pussy clench on nothing. He crawled on the bed, his tip lined up with your enterence and without warning slammed into you.

"Daddy!" you scream loudly.

"Shh, it's alright. Just relax." After you got used to his girth, he started to thrust into you. "Ugh! you're so tight."

Your legs wrap around his waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. "You're so big," he chuckled lowly under his breath as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. You lean over, kissing him; König's tongue slipped into your mouth, you could barely fight him as his tongue explored your mouth.

Your mind went in and out of consciousness, as he fucked you. He held you close as he pulled you up into his lap; you road him, your arms wrapped under his arms.

"Cum for me, cum." he whined as his hips bucked up to meet yours. Tears were already rolling down your tears as your back arched. König moaned as his face buried in your chest as you came around him. His eyes squeezed shut as he thrusted for his own release.

You were so tight around him that he started to see stars as he thrusted, "Baby." he whimpered against your boobs. Your fingers messaged his shaved scalp. He groaned as his seed coated your walls white.

"Awe, fuck." König laid you down on the bed as you two gasped for air.

"Holy shit," you laugh as he chuckled, kissing your neck leaving another mark.

"Rough enough for you, Meine Liebling?" You nodded as you turned on your belly. He chuckled, leaning over as peppering your shoulders with loving kisses. "I'll be right back," he walked out of the bedroom after a moment; a warm towel wiped across your soaked cunt. You moan in happiness as he cleaned you off with the warm towel. König lifted you up and took you to the bathroom so you could pee.

Meanwhile, König changed the sheets. After you used the bathroom, you stumble into the bedroom. Before you could say anything, König threw you over his shoulder, playfully slapping your ass. "Ah!" you laugh as your knees bent.

"Lay down, I'll get you something comfortable," König laid you back down on the bed, kissing your lips before turning towards his dresser where in one he had a few of your things.

He helped you into your panties as he kissed your shins, then into a pair of black yoga pants that made your ass look good. König's lips went from your shins to the valley of your breasts before he pulled a cropped sweatshirt over your head. Then he kissed your lips. "Comfortable?"

"Very," you mumble against his bare shoulder, littering it with kisses. König handed you a water bottle before grabbing a pair of sweats and boxers to put on. You snuck up behind him, your arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Your hands pressed against his abs.

"Mmm, baby~" He turned around, "I'd doubt that you'd want me to rip up those cute yoga pants you love so much."

"Not really," he chuckled giving another kiss before having you lay down.

"I've missed you while on deployment, next time; I'm making sure that I won't stay for so long."

"As long as you come back well and safe, that's all I care about."

"Ich liebe dich," he whispered against your lips.

"I love you too, König."

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I didn't know exactly how to end this, so fluff! This is the first time I've ever written a COD x reader fanfic; I really hope you liked it. I know it's been a while since I've posted anything on Tumblr other than reposts; this is because school and how busy I've been with classes as well as writers block which I'd been suffering with since my last story post.

[sturniolowhore]

☁️ MIDNIGHT DELIGHT

summary⎯  two best friends who so clearly want one another take their chances when the clock strikes 12 at a new year's party.

warnings ⎯  chris x fem!reader, use of y/n, third person pov, kissing, fluff, cursing

A/N ⎯  i thought this was kind of cute and definitely fit better than writing complete smut for the occasion. i'm aware this is a little late but i had no time to write over the weekend. happy (late) new years from me lovelies 🤍

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

the countdown for heading into the new year is approaching quickly and chris finds himself in a very difficult situation. okay so it's not that difficult but a lot is riding on it, for him at least. amongst all the chaos of the party and his excitement within the company of his closest friends, he's suddenly decided midnight is the best time to make his move on his best friend y/n.

he's god honestly liked the girl for years and he's sure there's something special between them because there's no way friends look at friends the way they look at one another. he's certain he can take things to the next level but when he gets almost a second away, his mind starts to race and he convinces himself that it's all in his head. it's this never ending cycle that he so desperately wants to escape but he just can't find the courage to do so. but tonight is different. it's all going to change.

he stares at her from across the room as she converses with madi, a shy smile on her face that he finds adorable. she just looks so beautiful without having to do much at all and it's an honest miracle he hasn't just blurted out his feelings because of the way she makes him feel. he's dizzy with his emotions whenever he so much as thinks about her. the smile on her face causes one to form on his face naturally. he can't contain his happiness when she's around. it's like a magnetic pull makes her happiness attach to him and as intense as it is, he sort of adores it.

he doesn't hear or see his brothers taking seats on the couch beside him, far too occupied with training his eyes on the prettiest person ever. it takes the clearing of two throats for his attention to be pulled away and so, he turns to the side sheepishly and offers his brothers a nervous smile.

they look at one another and laugh at how distracted he was because of her for a brief moment before they stop and look to him expectantly. chris raises his brows at them as he speaks, "what?"

"i hope you eye-fucking her means you're finally going to do something about your feelings," nick is blunt when he responds, the way he always is, and chris widens his eyes a little in shock, not expecting to be called out.

he rolls his eyes, "i'm not eye-fucking her idiot, i'm just watching her."

"creep," matt murmurs under his breath, making sure chris can hear him and the latter elbows him roughly.

"i might kiss her at midnight," he admits with nerves cursing through him and his brothers instantly light up at his revelation.

"fucking finally! you better change that might to a will, i swear to fuck chris," nick scolds him and chris sighs heavily; it's either now or never but he's just so worried something will go wrong, worried that his mind is playing tricks on him and that maybe she doesn't feel the same way as he does.

he huffs out a small breath again before he responds, "i don't know, i'm just scared like what if i try to kiss her and the kid is just like fuck no because she doesn't feel the same way?"

"chris... are we talking about the same y/n right now? the poor girl follows you around like a lost puppy wherever you go and looks at you like you gave her the world or some shit. of fucking course she likes you," matt shakes his head in pure disbelief that chris would even consider y/n not liking him.

"it's almost midnight kid, go get your girl," nick slaps his shoulder as moral support and so chris nods his head slowly before he gets up, walking towards the two girls that are still busy talking.

he's a little apologetic because he knows he's going to have to interrupt them and they seem so invested but he's sure madi is more than willing let her go for a little while, if it means something happening between her and chris. she's always on his case about making a move. he shakes his head fondly as he walks before he stops right in front of them.

they notice him instantly and as much as he loves madi, his entire focus is solely on the girl of his dreams. he doesn't have eyes for anyone else right now and he's not sure he ever does. wherever he goes and whoever he sees, there's a mantra in his head that just repeats her name. it should make him a little concerned but he knows why she stays on his mind all the time and he can't exactly steer away from it even if he tries, not that he is though.

he talks a little with the two of them for a while before he finally turns to the delight of the night, "want to get some air outside?"

she nods before she speaks, "yeah i'd love to."

and so, they excuse themselves from madi and head outside to one of the many balconies that are situated around the house. chris is more than content when he glances around and notices no one else is there, it's just the two of them they way he so deeply desires. the fireworks displayed before them aren't that frequent seeing as it hasn't yet struck midnight but it's a beautiful scene nevertheless.

"i love fireworks," y/n breathes out and chris can't help but agree but sometimes it feels like he would alter any opinion he has to suit hers if it meant seeing her happy with their mutuality.

"they're so fucking sick," he responds and she turns to look at him with this smile that is enough to almost knock him off his feet.

she is ever so beautiful and the illumination from the moon alongside the fireworks is only magnifying that factor. he looks back to her with amazement in his eyes, trying to swallow the sight in front of him because he'd be a fool not to. she looks at him like there's nothing else to look at and it makes him feel seen in a way like never before.

he's aware it's getting closer and closer to midnight and his head is spinning so fucking fast, he nearly goes to sit down to keep himself stable.

and that's when he hears it, the start of the countdown from ten. he breathes in and out with every passing number and tries his best to step closer to her as she watches the fireworks.

three, two, one.

she looks at him and he forgets every single worry he has when she smiles at him. he starts to lean forward a little and to his surprise and great reassurance, she follows. it feels like time is an illusion and seconds amount to eternity as he gets closer and closer until there's no place else he can go.

their lips intertwine in the middle and then they begin to move. from then, it's pouring every emotion he's kept hidden from her into the kiss, moving his hand to rest on her waist and leaning closer to minimise the distance between them. when her hands fly to his neck, he swears he's never felt better than he does.

he tugs on her bottom lip with his teeth and uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers in a connection of utter adoration. her tongue moves against his and her hand moves to his hair, pulling him closer and making him groan into the kiss. a particular movement makes her whimper and holy fuck, chris is in another universe entirely.

it's as though they don't want to pull away because their breathing is ragged but neither one of them comes up for breath. it's a feeling they crave and chase with everything inside of them. and when they reach the target, they pull apart and smile so fucking bright, it puts the fireworks going off around them to shame.

chris pulls her into him, her head resting on his chest and her arms wrapping around his torso immediately. for a few moments they're silent, regaining their composure and trying to make sense of everything that just happened within mere seconds.

chris is a little shocked when she breaks the silence rather than him but he's even more shocked with the words that leave her mouth, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to kiss you. i think if we didn't kiss tonight i would have gone crazy."

"yeah?" he grins as she pulls away from his chest, still clinging onto him, and looks him directly in the eyes.

"madi's been trying to give me the confidence all night," she confirms with a soft laugh and chris suddenly likes the fact that he was nervous because it means the two of them were nervous together.

"i've been watching you all night and trying to give myself the confidence too," he confesses and she breathes out a sigh of relief.

when he goes to add onto his words, she pulls him into a kiss again and he willingly goes. there may be fireworks in the air but the biggest sparks are the ones he feels as their lips touch. there was an explosion of emotion brewing inside of him and the moment they kissed, it erupted. he's a mess of flame and sparks and explosions but that's okay because it's her doing.

"sorry," her smile is sheepish, "i just wanted to make sure i could do it again and that it wasn't a one time thing."

chris swears he melts into a puddle on the floor. she is just so fucking adorable with everything she does. it's a relief to him that she wants it to be a more than once thing just like he does.

"my feelings for you aren't a one time thing," he whispers it even though they've just kissed; he's still a little scared he's going to step away from this with a result he doesn't want.

"good because i really, really like you chris," she tells him and oh my fucking god, he's on cloud nine and he's never stepping down.

"really? i've liked you for years but i've always been too much of a pussy to do anything about it," he laughs and she laughs with him; the sound ringing in the air in a tune of happiness.

"well i'm so fucking glad you kissed me," she laughs again but it sounds like one that exists because of joy rather than humour.

"me too, me fucking too. so you like me hm?" he teases and she slaps his chest as she rolls her eyes.

"could ask you the same thing idiot," the words may be mocking but the smile on her face says so much more than words can.

"so... does your obsession with me mean i can be your boyfriend?" he asks hesitantly.

"first of all i'm not obsessed, mildly interested at best but yeah, i'd love that so much," she scoffs before her tone settles into something gentler.

"good because i wasn't going to let you go after that anyway," he settles and then kisses her once more purely because he can.

she smiles into the kiss and then mumbles, "happy new year love."

love. his world stops and he can't wait to hear it for a lifetime. he's so fucking happy right now, he thinks he might actually implode.

"happy new year baby."

[dontaskmemybias]

The Fan Meeting

Pairing: Idol!Han Jisung x afab reader Request: No Theme: Strangers to Lovers Contains: Panic Attacks, Cursing, Unprotected Sex (don't do this), Loads of Fluff, Angst If You Squint. Word Count: 4,933 Note: MINORS DNI!!!! This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I was thinking to myself, what if my worst nightmare and one of my fantasies collided? Then this came out haha! I know some of the details aren't accurate, this is fiction so don't come for me! 😂

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You had been wanting to see Stray Kids live for forever. You were a huge STAY, you even (embarrassingly) wrote fan fiction about them on Tumblr. For your birthday your lovely best friends since childhood decided to get you tickets to see them live AND do a fan meeting. One of them said she would come with you (you had gotten her into the group and she is now a proud STAY as well) and it was all the two of you could talk about for weeks.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ARE SEEING THEM TOMORROW I'M GONNA PASS OUT AND/OR CRY I SWEAR TO GOD!" Your bestie had heard you talk about how your were probably going to have a heart attack or spontaneously combust for weeks so, being used to this dialogue, she just laughed and shook her head at your antics.

"If you pass out I'll just throw some water on you so you don't miss too much." She deadpanned. This caused you to crack up hysterically until she joined in and soon the two of you were clutching your ribs from how hard you had been laughing.

"Just 24 more hours and we will be front row watching my favorite boys." You sighed wistfully and your friend just chuckled.

"Yeah, 24 hours!"

~✨~

Your heart was racing as you lined up outside the venue. You had missed the last world tour because you had just gotten into the group and couldn't afford tickets, but that didn't bother you much seeing as this album was astronomy themed. You had worked at an observatory for years but you had just left the job and honestly needed a break from job hunting and what better way to decompress than seeing your favorite boys live.

You were fascinated with the sky so the first time you heard "Hall of Fame" and recognized Neil Armstrong's words you almost passed out. This was the perfect time to see your favorite boys live and you were seriously worried that you might ACTUALLY pass out at some point.

You and your bestie had dressed up for the occasion, wanting to look good for the fan meeting (Jesus the fan meeting you hadn't really thought about it too much, too worried you were going to embarrass yourself)

Once you got into the venue you were starstruck. There was merchandise and STAY's running around, excitement filled the air. You were in awe of it all and if it weren't for your bestie you would've stood there frozen taking it all in for way too long. Luckily she pulled your hand and dragged you over to the line for merchandise.

After spending WAY too much money on memorabilia you decided to head to your seats. You were absolutly buzzing with excitement as you continued forward until you reached your spots. So close to the stage you could practically see the flecks of paint on the stage floor.

"How are we feeling? Excited? Nervous? Pass-outy?" You laughed at your friends made up word.

"Pass-outy? That's ridiculous. But seriously I am just so fucking excited I cannot contain it!" You giggle-screeched and started hopping around a bit. Your friend joined you in your mini-freakout and you both started screaming when the show began to start.

~✨~

The show was AMAZING! Hands-down one of the best experiences of your life. The vocals, the rapping, the DANCING?!!?! You felt like you had died and gone to heaven. You were so star struck and in shock that you were able to be here at all that after the last song was over and they did their (adorable) goodbye speeches you felt glued to the floor, staring with your mouth open until your bestie pulled you out of it. Reminding you of the fan meeting.

The fan meeting.

Where you would get to MEET. THEM.

Excitement and nerves bubbled up within you as your bestie dragged you to the next location to wait in line to meet the boys.

~✨~

You had to wait for forever in line, you had gotten there late because your bestie had to use the bathroom so you were now literally the last people in line. Your nerves were at an all time high. What were you going to say? Your anxiety started to flare up but your bestie calmed you down before you could have a full blown panic attack.

Finally you were next. You'd see Chan first, then Changbin, Lee Know, Han, Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and finally I.N. You could do this, no need to be worried.

You moved a few steps, bestie in tow, and came in front of Bang Chan himself. You smiled and waved a little. He giggled a bit and waved back.

"Hi I'm Bang Chan! And you are?"

"H-hello, I'm Y/N."

"Oh don't mind her, she's nervous! Y/N here is a huge fan! She even writes fanfiction about you guys! She's Y/URL on Tumblr!"

You froze. She did not just tell them your dark secret like that. You two always teased each other but she had no idea how badly this freaked you out. Your eyes were wide, you didn't notice but all the guys were looking at you now with varying expressions from confusion to amusement.

You started breathing a little heavier. Your hand started shaking.

Fuck.

You were about to have a panic attack in front of all eight members of Stray Kids.

You tried calming yourself down but tears began to well up in your eyes. Your breathing got shallower and before you knew it someone was ushering you away from the crowd and into a separate room.

Someone was holding your hand, talking to you calmly. There were other people in the room as well, you couldn't really tell who, your brain was only at half capacity as you fought the urge to sink deeper into your panic. The logical part of your brain realized it was probably your bestie in front of you and security with her to make sure you were okay, but her hands felt a little bigger than normal. You didn't register that fact, you just laid down until your head was in her lap and you began to work through your exercises to bring you out of your panic.

Find five things you can see.

You focused on your skirt, the cute one you decided to wear tonight. The floor, white tile with black designs on it. The security guard, closer to you than anyone else other than your best friend. The plant on the floor next to you, in a cute ceramic pot. Finally the fan on the ceiling, not on but sitting stagnant.

You didn't notice but you were listing things out loud, your brain in too much of a haze to comprehend what was going on.

Four things you can hear.

Your heartbeat, a bit higher than normal but slowing down as you listed things. Your breathing, shallow but more steady than it was before. Your best friend, apologizing and explaining the situation to the security guard, she sounded farther away than you expected. Another voice, saying calming and reassuring things in a gentle low voice.

Three things you can feel.

Your hand on the cool tile floor, lowering your rising body temperature. Your skirt, you take it in your fingers to feel the fabric. A gentle hand running through your hair to calm you down.

Two things you can smell.

The perfume you put on today for the show, peaches, your favorite. Cologne, an unfamiliar scent, definitely not what your bestie had been wearing tonight.

One thing you can taste.

The remnants of the snack you and your bestie shared during the show.

After running through the exercise your brain slowly turned back on and the first thing it registered was that this was NOT your bestie who you were laying on.

You sat up quickly and looked at who had been comforting you for god knows how long and your breath hitched.

Han Jisung.

You were trying to think of what to say but he beat you to it.

"How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water maybe?" You shyly nodded your head and you saw one of the security guards leave and bring you back a bottle of water. You took a quick sip and looked back to Han.

"I-I am so sorry, I thought you were my friend, I-I didn't realize-" He cut you off

"No worries. I saw you get pale and start shaking back there and I knew what was going on. I get panic attacks too so I figured I might be able to help!" He flashed you a quick smile and ran a hand over the nape of his neck.

You stared at him for much longer than you would've liked, trying to figure out what the actual fuck you were supposed to say in this scenario. The only thing your stupid lizard brain could come up with was "Thank you for letting me use you as a pillow."

What. The. Fuck.

Jesus Christ you are worse than the oblivious girls you wrote about in your little delulu land on Tumblr.

Han just giggled a bit and flashed you his biggest smile.

"I didn't mind, anything to help out a fan!"

Right. A fan, who embarrassingly had a full blown panic attack in front of her favorite band.

Thankfully your bestie came over at that moment to break the awkward silence that had settled over you and Han. Dramatically sobbing she landed on the floor next to you and took your hand in hers.

"Jesus Y/N I am so fucking sorry, I don't know why I said that I didn't mean to freak you out so much-" You cut her off before she had a full mental breakdown too.

"Hey, hey it's okay! I'm okay now, no worries." You smiled at her softly and she took a deep breath.

You all got up off the floor and thanked everyone for helping you out. You figured you must have been out of it for a bit seeing as the room next door was pretty quiet now. Not wanting to waste anyones time you started to head for the door.

"Wait! Y/N, I feel bad you didn't get to say hi to the other guys, would you like me to at least sign something for you?" This boy was a literal angel. Here you were, making his day even longer than he had probably planned on it being and now HE wants to do something nice for YOU?

"You really don't have to do that, I feel bad for making you stick around so long." You sheepishly looked down at the floor. Han walked closer to you until his feet were in your line of vision. You slowly looked up and saw him less than a foot away from you and he smiled again.

"It's no problem at all! I really want to. Please?" Shit you weren't gonna turn down such a golden opportunity. You handed him one of the photocards you got with his picture on it and he kept his hand out, waiting for more things to sign. You giggled and pulled out the three others you got.

All Han. He was after all, your bias.

He chuckled and walked over to a nearby table to sign the fan cards. When he came back he smiled and handed them to you.

"It was lovely to meet you Y/N, I hope to see you again soon."

Then he winked.

He fucking winked at you.

What fanfic bullshittary was this?

~✨~

After security made sure you were okay you and your bestie left and headed back to the hotel you were staying in for the night. You let her have it over telling the band about your fanfic account and she kept apologizing until you finally decided that it was ultimately okay, especially since you got some signatures out of it.

You did not tell her that Han had winked at you. That was just for you.

Finally you got to the hotel room and she started squealing.

"Show me the cards! I want to see his signature!!"

You giggled and pulled them out. The first one was simply signed 'Han'.

The second one said 'Y/N's biggest fan'

You looked at your bestie, thoroughly confused.

"What the hell does that mean?"

Her jaw dropped and she pointed to the third card. It was signed not with his name, but a Tumblr URL.

Your jaw dropped.

No. Fucking. Way.

It was a URL you had seen on so many occasions. Commenting, liking, and reblogging every single one of your fics. Your biggest fan on Tumblr was FUCKING HAN JISUNG?!

You looked at the fourth photocard, it was signed 'Jisung' but on the back there was a note.

'Meet me at the Marriott on Fourth street tonight, room 461 ;)'

Your heart stopped.

You must be dreaming.

There is no way this is real.

Your bestie screams.

"Y/N YOU HAVE TO FUCKING GO OH MY GOD PLEASE GO AND TELL ME WHATEVER YOU CAN TOMORROW!!!!"

Before you can register what is happening she grabs your phone and orders you an uber before pushing you out the door and telling you to 'be safe!'

~✨~

Twenty minutes later you find yourself in front of room 461 at the Marriott on Fourth street. Your nerves are at an all time high as you hesitantly knock on the door half-expecting a serial killer to be on the other side because that would be more plausible than seeing Han Jisung open the door and smile at you before ushering you inside.

Once you get inside you have absolutly no fucking clue what to do other than fiddle with the hem of your skirt and stare at the floor. Han just chuckles and walks over to the bed before plopping down on the mattress.

"I am so glad you came, I have been dying to meet my favorite writer in person for ages now!" Your head snaps in his direction and he has a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"You seriously read my fanfics about you guys?" You are in shock, still half-believing this is all a dream.

"Hell yeah I do! The other guys sometimes read them too, we like to read all the stuff our fans write but you are by far my favorite, especially now that I know for sure I am your bias." Your face pales and you stare at him wide-eyed while he stands up and walks over to you.

"Hey it's okay, I won't bite, unless you want me to of course." And he winks at you again.

You could fucking die on the spot.

Han grabs your hand and leads you over to the bed to sit down. He keeps your hand in his lap and you see a faint blush take his cheeks. He starts to look almost as nervous as you are and you don't think you have ever seen him look so fucking attractive before.

"But seriously Y/N, you're an incredible writer and I am so happy you actually came. Your stories are so great and I honestly just wanted to talk with you about them. Like, where do you get the ideas for the stuff you write?"

It takes you a second to gather your thoughts and answer his question. All that you can about think at the moment is how Han fucking Jisung reads your stories and is currently holding your hand blushing like a god damn schoolboy.

"Well, a lot of what I write are recommendations sent in by other people, but the stuff I come up with honestly just comes to me randomly. Like, I read a lot of fanfiction and I take my favorite tropes and just think about who would fit best and then the story just flows as I go. Honestly half the time I don't even have an end goal in mind, I just write until it feels finished." Now its your turn to blush and look down at your intertwined hands.

Han starts rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb as he lets out a small hum.

"That's incredible, you must have an amazing imagination to come up with so many stories."

"Yeah, my mom used to call me a space cadet growing up because I always had my head in the clouds." You chuckled and Han did too.

"That's so cute! Space cadet, I'm definitely going to be using that from now on."

After the initial shock wore off from being in Han's room, the two of you continued talking. First just about your writing, but eventually about movies you both like, T.V. shows, anime, books, and everything else. It was insane how fast you got comfortable with him. Eventually you found yourself laying on the bed next to him, hands still intertwined as you told him about space and you guys talked about the vastness of the cosmos together. Once you had covered almost every topic you could he leaned over to look at you.

"Would you want to stay and maybe watch a movie or something? I really like your company. It can get kinda lonely in these hotel rooms."

"Yeah of course, I like hanging out with you too Han." You smiled at him.

"You can call me Jisung, it's what most of my friends call me." Your heart skipped a beat. Han Jisung just implied you were friends now?

Before you could fully react Jisung got up and grabbed the T.V. remote before settling back on the bed, sitting against the headboard. He patted the spot next to him and you climbed up to sit next to him while he scrolled through the channels to find something for the two of you to watch.

He eventually saw Howl's Moving Castle and looked over to you. You nodded and giggled as he pushed play.

The two of you watched the movie in peaceful quiet, commenting on the story here and there. About a third of the way through Jisung's hand found yours again and he pulled it into his lap, pulling you a little closer to him in the process. After a few minutes he switched the hand that was holding yours so he could wrap his arm around you, you settled into his side and rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as you heard him let out a content sigh.

The two of you stayed cuddled up like that for the rest of the movie. You started to get a little tired by the end but when would you ever be in this position again? So you pushed through the drowsiness overcoming your body and finished out the movie mostly awake.

Once the movie was over you shifted a bit to look at Jisung. "I should probably head out, its really late." Jisung looked a little sad for a moment.

"What if you stayed here tonight? I could get you a car to take you home tomorrow? We are in town for another show tomorrow, maybe we could even do this again?" He looked hopeful. You smiled and nuzzled into his side.

"Yeah okay, I doubt I could get a ride at this hour anyway."

Jisung absolutly beamed at your response and sat up stretching his back.

"Yay sleepover!" He started laughing. "If you'd like, I have some clothes you could change into to be a bit more comfortable?"

"Yeah that would be great!"

"There's some facewash in the bathroom too you can use!"

With that Jisung got up and grabbed you one of his big tee shirts and a pair of boxers to change into. You got changed in the bathroom and washed your face. Your mind was racing with so many thoughts but the moment you came back into the room and saw Jisung snuggled under the blankets all you could think of was how lucky you were to get this experience.

You climbed into bed next to Jisung and he turned to look at you. "Y/N?"

You turned to him and smiled. "Yes Jisung?"

"Can we- I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but can we cuddle?" You giggled at his bashfulness.

"Yeah Jisung, we can cuddle." He let out a cute squeal of happiness and scooted towards you so he could wrap his arms around you. You snuggled your face into his chest and he let out a sigh of happiness.

"Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight Jisung."

~✨~

The next morning went so quickly. You and Jisung had to wake up way too early for your liking. Jisung got you a car like he promised and made sure you were coming back later that night. You swore you would and he gave you a big hug before ushering you into the car so he could go do a million things before their concert.

When you got back to the hotel room your bestie was still sleeping so you just got into the other bed and crashed. Still exhausted from staying up all night with Jisung.

In your dreams you were a princess in medieval times. You were lonely until one day your knight in shining armor showed up (Jisung of course) and he swept you off your feet. You had a forbidden romance because you were engaged to some prince you had never met from a faraway land. But in the end Jisung was actually the prince! He had come early to meet you under false pretenses to judge your character and he found you to be the perfect wife and you lived happily ever after. Until an earthquake hit. The ground shaking, loud noises all around you. More shaking.

And you woke up. To your bestie shaking you awake. Out of your lovely dream and into reality.

A reality where you quickly remembered, you had stayed with Jisung last night.

Holy fuck that actually happened?

"BITCH TELL ME EVERYTHING, WHEN DID YOU GET BACK?!"

After a long ass conversation where you told your bestie all the details you decided (well really she told you you had to) go hang out with Jisung again that night.

You decided to stay in the hotel all day with your bestie watching shitty rom-coms and laughing about all the cringey tropes movies use to catch your attention. You were just about crawling out of your skin trying to process the last 48 hours and decided to have a chill day to prepare for the long night ahead of you.

~✨~

It was about 11:30PM by the time you got an uber over to Jisung's hotel and you still were convinced that this was all a dream, but as you walked up to his door you were sure that this was in fact reality and you were going to the Han Jisung's room at almost midnight in just a hoodie and leggings. You seriously considered going back to your hotel to change but you suddenly heard a loud thud on the other side of the door and you reached up to knock on the door to make sure everything was alright.

When Jisung opened the door he had that huge smile on his face again and he pulled you in for a hug immediately, letting the door shut behind you.

"Oh my god I'm so glad you came I was worried you wouldn't show!" you started giggling and hugged him back.

"Of course I came silly, I would be an idiot not to! Plus I'm excited to see what movie you have for us tonight!" He giggled back and pulled away from the hug to walk over to the bed.

"I am feeling a bit daring tonight, how about we watch a scary movie?" You walked over and sat on the bed next to him.

"Okay but if I jump you have to promise not to make fun of me!" He giggled at that and grabbed the TV remote.

"Of course not! I'll just laugh in my head." You playfully slapped his arm and he dramatically fell onto the bed like he had just been shot which caused you to double over and laugh loudly.

He finally got up and turned on the TV searching through the horror movies.

"See anything you like?" Looking straight at him you replied a simple "Yeah." He looked up and saw you staring at him and giggled a little bit before picking a movie and turning it on.

You both leaned back and Jisung moved his arm behind you to hold onto you. You smiled and leaned into him as the movie played.

After about 30 minutes you realized that Jisung was just as afraid of horror movies as you were. You would both jump at the same time, yelp, and hold onto each other tighter as the scenes played out.

By the time the movie ended the two of you were completely tangled on the bed. You were almost half in his lap from the amount of times you burrowed into him during the scary scenes.

"Y/N? You okay?" Jisung looked down at where you had burrowed into his chest.

"Yeah, I just won't be able to sleep ever again so there's that." You both started laughing and his grip on you grew a little tighter.

"Well, no worries, you can stay here with me, I can protect you." He said with a sheepish smile on his face.

"But what about tomorrow? You're leaving so I'll have to sleep alone again." You said somberly. You looked up at him and he had a sad smile on his face.

Jisung lifted his hand and pushed the hair out of your face, then he let his hand linger on your cheek. He looked like he was contemplating something until you looked down at his lips. Then he slowly leaned in and kissed you.

You let yourself fall into the kiss, your arms wrapping tighter around him. He pulled you closer into him until you both pulled away for air. He leaned his forehead on yours.

"Would it be crazy if I asked you to come with us?" He whispered. His breath tickling your face.

"Would it be crazy if I said I would?" You breathed out. You heard his breath hitch and before you could process what was happening he had flipped you so you were laying on the bed with him hovering above you, his forehead pressed against yours again.

"Don't play with me love, I'm serious. Come with us. You can stay with me every night and I'll pay for your plane tickets and everything."

Holy fuck he was serious. You thought about it for a moment. You didn't have a job, you were month-to-month on your apartment so you could leave pretty much whenever. It's not like you had anything tying you down.

But then...

"What if you get sick of me? I'd have nowhere to go."

"Baby I'd never get sick of you, and if you ever want to leave I would pay for you to come home. I just don't want this to end." He leaned down and kissed you softly. Then he whispered, his lips touching yours, "I can't say goodbye yet."

You sadly smiled at the desperation, the sadness in his voice. You didn't want this to end either.

Instead of replying you pulled him down to you in a searing kiss. He reciprocated almost immediately and the kiss grew more heated. The two of you were tangled together in the most heated makeout session you'd ever had. He pulled away just long enough to rip his shirt off and throw it somewhere in the room. You eventually did the same.

After that everything was a blur of clothes flying and messy kisses. Eventually the both of you were completely naked and feeling each other up, hands roaming across one another's bodies. Finally Jisung slipped inside you and you both let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding.

He stilled inside you once he bottomed out and looked into your eyes.

"You are so beautiful."

You let a single tear fall as he began moving. The two of you panting and moaning as he set a steady speed. Sex had never been like this for you, it was like you breathed as one. You were gripping onto him in any way you could, grabbing his biceps, his waist, his face.

His thrust started to become erratic the longer you went, his hips getting a little sloppy to signal he was close. His hand came down to rub circles on your clit to get you there faster. You cried out in extasy as you felt the band in your lower belly snap. Jisung followed after a few more thrusts and laid his head down on your chest, his dick still settled inside you, slowly softening.

You both looked at each other and smiled. He pecked your nose, then your cheeks, and finally your lips before getting up to get a washrag to clean you both up.

You didn't know how long this would last, but you decided that you wanted to ride out this feeling as long as you could. So after you were both cleaned up and he settled in the bed next to you, you turned to face him.

"I'll come with you Ji, anywhere you are is where I want to be."

[ceruleansx]

jack champion story inspired by bad idea right olivia rodrigo? the two broke up after issues from tabloids but can't two people reconnect?? AND NO. i dont mean they fuck lmfao i mean they end up getting cloer than what they planned

bad idea right?

-"i only see him as a friend ... the biggest lie i ever said."

✧. ┊ pairing : reader!actress x jackchampion!actor

✧. ┊ warnings : bit of angst, fluff

✧. ┊ summary : after a heartbreaking split between y/n and jack, they both separated their ways. y/n and jack later run into each other at the aquarium, not knowing they still have mutual feelings for each other.

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you admitted it. you obviously still had feelings for Jack Champion. to you, it honestly happened so quickly. you two played love interests in Scream, and after filming was over, he ended his real-life relationship. it was like he was faking it the whole time. and that thought just broke your heart completely.

you two still had to see each other at the premiers, and the tension was high. you really did have high hopes that he would approach you, but he never did. you were so hurt, that you blocked him on all socials, not ever wanting to see him ever again.

but now after 4 months, you have another boyfriend, Dylan. you hated to say it, but Dylan was nothing like Jack. he was cute and nice, but he wasn't Jack. at this point, you just told yourself that you were never gonna find someone like Jack.

and all you really wanted to do was to find Jack again.

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"babe look at those jellyfish!!" Dylan pointed to the jellyfish behind the glass.

"oh my gosh.." you exhaled, watching the jellyfish move around in awe.

dylan took your hand and walked you towards the big glass display with fish everywhere. you two sat down on the carpet, looking at all the fish in front of you. you two admired the fish, calling them different names and pointing out funny-looking ones.

then you heard it. that laugh. that laugh that you only heard when you made jokes. that laugh that used to make fun of you in a joking way.

your face froze, still facing the fishes. Dylan didn't seem to notice your change in expression. you slowly turned your head to the right, only to see Jack sitting down as well.

sitting with someone else. he was with a girl. he was laughing. what was he laughing about? only you made him laugh like that. the type of laugh that made his eyes scrunch up so much he couldn't even see. you leaned forward to see what she looked like, but she went forward too. you two caught each other's eyes, and her face lit up.

"oh my gosh Jack!!" she patted him in a fast pace, "it's y/n!"

you assumed that she didn't know about you and Jack's past was. she only knew about the fun friendship that you had before and during filming.

he turned, almost shocked that you were actually there. you two held eye contact, and you swear you saw his breath hitch. he smiled softly, looking away with a blush on his cheeks.

you heard his girlfriend say something, and next thing you new, she was standing next to you while you were sitting. you were surprised, but stood up anyway.

"hi oh my god! i'm such a huge fan, i'm Jessica." she said smiling.

you smiled softly, "thank you so much!"

you noticed that Jack and Dylan were now getting up too. Dylan went to your side, and Jack went to Jessicas. Dylan broke the awkward tension that you and Jack had.

"hi, sorry'm Dylan." he stuck his hand out to Jack, "I've heard so many stories about you from y/n." he smiled.

Jack shook his hand back. jack pulled his hand away, his gaze still on your face. you felt his eyes on you, causing you to feel nervous.

this was the first time ever that Jack made you feel nervous, but in a bad way. you started to sweat from the forhead, rubbing your palms together. Jessica, Dylan, and Jack were all talking. meanwhile, you started to panick and you started to loose control of your breath.

"um- i need to use the bathroom." you said quickly, "sorry i'll be right back."

you let go of Dylan's arm and walked towards the restroom. you can feel them watching you as you walked away with your palm to the forehead.

you bursted open the bathroom. thankfully, no one really goes to those gross bathrooms. you leaned against the sink - your back facing the mirror. you sighed deeply, replaying the embarrassing events that just took place.

did you really just ask so stupid like that in front if Jack? you were so embarrassed, you could feel your cheeks burning at the thoughts.

just then, you heard the door slam open louder than when you opened it. you heard someone panting, only to find Jack turning to find the sinks. he saw you there, eyes filled with tears and sweat on your face. the eye contact was tense, causing Jack to have a small tint of pink on his cheeks.

he walked over to the paper towels and teared a piece. he walked up to you and started to gently wipe of the sweat from your face. he held eyes with you.

he cleared his throat and pulled away, throwing the paper in the trash.

"Jack- if me and Dylan being here made your date awkward.. im sorry." you apologized.

"oh don't even worry." he chuckled softly, "they seem to be getting along fine."

you nodded slowly, now looking at the floor with even more embarrassment. great, Jack saw you all teared up in gross crIng in the bathroom like a baby.

"Jack I-" you looked up, starting to say.

"no y/n no. i messed up real bad. like really bad." he said, moving closer.

now your faces were inches apart, just like how it used to be in the past.

"whyd you do it..?" you whispered.

he shut his eyes, and sighed "i was scared. i was scared that - that after the shooting was over, you were gonna move or something and find a different guy" he ranted.

"and i don't know how i would be able to move on with life knowing that im not the one on your side. that-that i'm not the one who makes you laugh. i just didn't want to lose you."

"and i got so overwhelmed, and it was so so so selfish. i broke up with you, so then i didn't have to deal with the sadness. im honestly," he chuckled, "im honestly really embarrassed that i was so selfish."

he took both of your hands in his. "im so sorry y/n.." he whispered.

you watched him, you eyes going back in forth to his and his soft lips. the only thing that was going through your mind was his lips. you forgot how they felt against yours, and you wanted to feel that butterfly feeling all over again.

you grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face towards yours. your lips connected, and it was just as you remembered. soft, slow, and gentle.

but like always, Jack eventually made the kiss rougher and more passionate. your lips were in snyc, so perfect for each other.

you two eventually pulled away, lips swollen and dark pink. that kiss was amazing.

but that kiss was a bad idea. right?

[haechurch]

[8:54 pm] | lee haechan

suggestive, fluff, 1k+ words ‣ in which you're ticklish af.

you are weird. that’s what you think about yourself. ‘how can people have sex, or the most important thing: doing the foreplay, without laughing out loud?’ cause damn, you’re so sensitive about touching, it makes you genuinely itchy.

itchy from not writhing like a hot worm in a scorching summer. that many times when you’re making out with someone lead into things unwanted. the moment they reached for your waist or if they tried to touch you more, you squeal and eluding them which starting from there, they stared at you, confused (maybe pretty much in disbelief of that situation, most of them even think that you're weird..) and it just got awkward afterwards. and because you're stupid, you didn't even be able to explain or tell them that you're literally sensitive or whatever. god, you’re not gonna let that happen again-

“-but i can’t help it even when i'm trying. i know it’s just in my nature, but i feel like i can't healed from it." you let an exasperated sigh. don't know why're you look really frustrated because of this shit. "i don’t know,” you shrug. “honestly, i think i'm just weird.”

you rambled to haechan and didn’t realize that he was smiling against his red cup before he put it back on the table. he knows that it's your sexual frustration speaking.

“first of all, you don't need to be healed because you're not sick, second of all, i don’t think that you're weird. it’s not even a problem if you’re a ticklish person. you just still haven't gotten used to it.” he blinked with a smile. you just cock him an eyebrow with an expression that likely told him: ‘you think so? cause whatever you’re saying i think that’s a bullshit, because-’

"-haechan, i'm technically spent all of my life having physical touch with people i've met but i still can't get used to it. i think something's wrong with me." you pout.

haechan let out a soft sigh and kissed his teeth before he speak. “tell me, y/n, how many times you’ve been fucking around with someone?” haechan asked. you almost choked on your drink at his question. “what?” you look at him in disbelief for his blunt saying, meanwhile the red haired boy's just snickers. “like i said, maybe that’s because you’re just not used to it. of course you spent all of your life having physical touch, but the thing is, where were they touch you, right? but you have no one to try on.. or to learn from.”

your mind was answering him by a thought of 'uhh what should i probably learn?' but then remain silent, thinking for a while before you open your mouth to say something.

but he’s right. it’s actually not necessary to think when you don’t even have any memories of getting physical touch to the state of hooking up with someone. all you did in high school (until now) was just simply making out.. can't even get to the next stage because-you know why. 

haechan's smirking at your silence, knowing very well you’re that innocent. “you know what? maybe it’s also because you haven’t met the right one to treat you right. to make you feel good, not to make you feel that you're weird, because you're not. and for fucks sake, there's nothing wrong with you, babe. i promise.”

babe? fuck. what's gotten into him? you felt your cheeks burning, you never saw this side of haechan before. haechan leaned closer when he saw you bit your lower lip evidently nervous and whispered right into your ear, “wanna try something with me? i can get you used to it." you try to look at him with your peripheral vision, cheeks almost touched. "you can use me as you please, how's that sound?” he offered.

“h-h-what?” you stuttered, then he placed his palm against your neck and jaw to slide onto your nape, making you jolt and immediately sandwiched his hand between your cheek and shoulder. he chuckled and smirking so wickedly that you felt butterfly on your stomach, you didn't even realize you squeezed your thighs together as a reflex.

“it’s okay. i got you. you wanna feel good. wanna make you feel good. would you let me?”

he’s being fucking flirty! and he can't be looking this sweet and hot at the same time!!

ah, you're doomed.

you kissed him hungrily before he kissed you back. tucking his hair as the two of you making out with passion, tongue dancing with each other. in a second you’re already under him, lying flatly on the sofa. he started to nuzzle in between your neck, and you gasped as you closed your eyes, trying to relax albeit it felt very ticklish. haechan raised his head and saw you shut your eyes tightly and smile to himself, so fucking cute he thought.

haechan then attacks your neck again, licking a stripe before sucking onto the flesh, you shriek and fastly cover your mouth with a widened eyes, but what haechan did next making you moan in a heartbeat, feeling oddly good although you're currently wriggling like crazy. yet haechan is unbothered. with his strength, he keep you stay still and caged under him.

he then give butterfly kisses to your exposed shoulder and collarbone, painting a little bruises here and there. when he’s getting lower and lower, he hike your shirt up and giving your abdomen a kiss as he palm at the surface, you yelp and giggling out loud while arching your back in a flash.

haechan just laughed at you. you felt embarrassed, but you stare at him through your lashes and saw that he laugh at you so fondly, all while he finally saying out loud, "you’re so fucking cute," then he kissed your abdomen once more.

you jolt again. chest heaving from enduring all the electrifying feelings caused by haechan. "goddamn, lee haechan," you sigh in bliss, can't even stop smiling at this point.

and he keeps laughing!

"don't make fun of me!"

"i don't! you're just too cute." again, he just laughed heartily, and in this moment you realize that his smiling figure is just so pretty.

you brush his hair as you stare at him in awe, and then he stopped laughing. his gaze become intense, haechan then positioned himself between your thighs, spreading it all while you squirming and giggling extensively.

after getting eye level with your clothed pussy, he stare at you with half lidded eyes, a sneer plastered on his face.

“let’s make a new sensation you’ve never felt before, shall we?”

anyways haechan red hair

[iovetecchou]

Oblivious.

Part 5.

Oblivious Masterlist!

Pairings… Jouno Saigiku and Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

Contains… angst. no comfort. fluff (between tecchou and reader), sexual themes, jealousy, feelings are hard.

AFAB Reader she/they pronouns used.

2,181 words.

this chapter is filled with feelings and angst… sorry… a filler chapter so to speak! nonetheless, i hope you all are able to enjoy this part! (:

You never made it back to headquarters. Immediately taking a taxi home. Not caring about the scolding you were sure to get from Fukuchi tomorrow morning for taking a half day. Your mind was fuzzy. Still reeling from everything. You felt disorganized. You knew you loved Tecchou, there was no doubt about that. But Jouno… he was taking over your brain as well.

You never even explored the possibility of having romantic feelings for him. I mean yes, he was the entire reason you chose the profession you’re in now. And yes, he saved your life with no hesitation the first time you met. He was exceptional to you. But always in a way that you would look up to a mentor figure. And nothing more. Right…? You weren’t so sure. Uneasy about facing him tomorrow. Oh, you hoped he wouldn’t tell Tecchou. Would he hate your guts if he knew? After all the progress you both had made in… whatever it was that was going on between the two of you. Was that just squandered now? Ah, and you desperately wanted to see the look on Tecchou’s face when you were supposed to give him his lunch this morning. What a waste.

You went through the rest of your evening dazed. Disregarding your phone which was blowing up from your coworkers. Too nervous to read the message from Tecchou. You felt guilty, but this wasn’t your fault. Nor Jouno's. You quite literally would have died if you didn’t… so why were you plagued with so much shame? Maybe it was because you enjoyed it so much. You never came that hard in your whole entire life.

“You sound so precious when you cum… I didn’t take you for a squirter.”

Jouno's words resounded in your mind, causing you to flush. You didn’t take yourself for a squirter either! But his fingers, and tongue were beyond extraordinary. Ugh! What the fuck… this is so twisted. You and Tecchou were so close to making it official and now things just became much more… involved and confusing for you. As you got in bed, ready to sleep all of your troubles away and just focus on them tomorrow, you reached out for your phone. You were curious to see what the text from Tecchou said. You didn’t think you would be able to sleep tonight if you didn’t just bite the bullet. 

Two unread messages. One from Tecchou, and the other from Jouno.

Tecchou's message read,

Y/n, I heard you had to go home early, and that you got hurt on the mission. I'm sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. Please get lots of rest, I’m hoping i’ll be able to see you tomorrow. I miss you.”

Your heart ached. He’s so lovely and caring. And he misses you, this is exactly why you fell for him in the first place. You still wanted to be with him if he’d have you, after finding out what honestly transpired on yours and Jouno's mission. Speaking of the devil. Jouno's message read,

That imbecile is behind bars now, with a few missing teeth that may or may not have been caused by me. So you can put your mind at ease dear y/n. I also excused your absence with Fukuchi, so you won’t get chewed out tomorrow. Sweet dreams. 

Ugh! He’s so frustrating, sweet dreams. At least he didn’t tell Fukuchi the truth about what played out on that mission. You would never hear the end of it from Teruko if this got around. Ah, you couldn’t stress about this right now, you needed rest. And so, you closed your eyes and nodded off. Only to be awoken by the sound of your alarm the next morning. Taking in those first few seconds of bliss before your racing thoughts came back to you. Fuck. You genuinely didn’t want to go in today.

When you arrived at work, Tachihara immediately greeted you and insisted you follow him to the meeting room where everyone else was assembled. You reluctantly obliged, lugging your feet behind him. They were both already here, you just knew it. Your responsible superiors Jouno, and Tecchou were never late. Shit, you weren’t ready for this. Dread coursed through your veins. But the second you stepped foot through the door, Tecchou was on you. So much concern swirling in his irises as he got down to be eye level with you. Both of his hands clasping around your shoulders before speaking, “Y/n I was so worried. Are you feeling okay? Where are your injuries?” You blushed at his concern. Beaming up at him coyly before saying, “D-dont worry Tecchou! I’m feeling a lot better today, and I have a small cut on my neck but it's no big dea—“

Before you could complete your sentence, Tecchou was moving your hair away from your shoulders, scanning for the wound before his thumb grazed upon it and you winced. He gave you an apologetic look, before leaning down to your exposed neck. Leaving a lingering kiss against it. Safe to say Teruko and Tachihara’s jaws were on the floor at this public display of affection, baffled as to when you two even got this close with one another. But they kept it to themselves for now. Tecchou rose from your neck to face you once more, smiling at you with the faintest blush atop his cheeks before saying.

“A kiss, to make it all better.”

Your heart fluttered. Ah, you wanted to embrace him, kiss him all over until you were blue in the face. He’s so adorable! But Jouno clearing his throat snapped you out of your thoughts. You felt your stomach sink. You almost overlooked your final obstacle.

“Oh, not to worry Tecchou. I took great care of our dear y/n yesterday. I'm sure they're feeling as good as new this morning.”

He gave an amused smile Tecchou's way. That motherfucker. Took care of you? If he's implying making you come all over his fingers and face by taking care of you then yeah, I guess he did. Tecchou's words broke you from your thoughts.

“Then, I’m glad you were there Jouno. Thank you for taking care of them.” Jouno laughed softly to himself. Oh, Tecchou you fool. He really had no clue and Jouno was enjoying toying with him like this. The only individuals that knew what truly transpired on that mission were you and Jouno, so he was having his fun.

You were furious. Why was Jouno stirring the pot like this? What's his gain? Ugh! You were going to ignore him for the rest of the day. Yes, that was your plan. Dismissing Jouno for the time being felt like the best course of action. Usually, at the conference table, you would sit in between the two men. Jouno on your right, Tecchou on the left. But today, you took comfort in Tecchou's chair, but he didn’t seem to mind. If you wanted to sit there who was he to stop you? So, Tecchou took your seat as a stand-in for today.

Jouno didn’t appreciate that. Not one bit. Why the hell were you avoiding him like this? It's not like you and Tecchou were exclusive so what's the big deal? Jouno thought to himself. The meeting went on for about an hour, you kept your eyes forward the whole time. Not caring to acknowledge Jouno's presence when he spoke. And he knew, you were doing this deliberately. It made his blood boil. 

The meeting had adjourned, and all of you were dismissed for the day. It was your choice to continue muscle training or patrol the city for the rest of the functioning hours. Perhaps muscle training with Tecchou would be a good stress reliever. You rose up from where you sat before following Tecchou down the hall. Itching to ask him about it. But before you had the chance to do so, you were hauled into the coat closet by someone. That someone being Jouno.

Déjà vu.

You were irritated and bewildered, just what the hell did he think he was doing?! Before you could protest, he spoke up, voice coming out in a hushed whisper. “Y/n. why are you avoiding me? Have you forgotten that if it wasn't for me, you would have died yesterday?” His brows were knit, lips pulled to a straight line, Is he being serious right now? You were enraged. And so, you barked back. “Oh, so you want me to thank you? Are you serious?! You would have done it for any of the other Hunting Dogs members, don’t make it sound like you—.“

He clasped his hand over your mouth. Cutting off your sentence before he spoke once more. “Stay quiet, do you want the others to hear us from here? And you're wrong. I would have let everyone else die if I was paired up with them on that mission instead. I only did it because it was for you.” He shook his head in disbelief, you really could be dense at times. You tilted your head, Jouno's gloved hand still placed against your lips. Taking a moment to process his words. Would he really have let every other Hunting Dog die if they were in your place yesterday? Ugh. You didn’t have patience for this right now.

You yanked his hand away from your lips harshly. Reaching for the doorknob in an instant before saying, “Jouno. Stop, just- thank you? There is that what you wanted to hear? Now get out of my way. I don’t have time for this right now. Just forget anything ever happened between us yesterday. It meant nothing to me.” His face fell completely before he quickly concealed it with his signature poker face. He was slighted by your words, but he was not about to show it. And feel more pathetic than he already did right now. He doesn’t put up a fight, just moving aside so you could slip past and make your escape without another word being uttered between you two. He would have stopped you in any other scenario. But your words stung.

You slammed the door in your wake and he could hear your thumping footsteps becoming more subdued as you descended through the hallway. Jouno just stood there for a moment, absorbing what you just said. Did it really mean nothing to you? But he could've sworn he heard your heartbeat jump when he was towering above you yesterday.

Perhaps… he was mistaken. Your body was responding that way because of the poison, not because of him. He was surrounded by idiots, maybe it was rubbing off on him because he felt genuinely stupid at this moment. You moaned his first name so sweetly, Even going as far as to call him baby… and it just meant nothing? He’s been replaying it in his mind since the second it happened. He fisted his cock in the shower, before bed, and after breakfast this morning because your voice, your taste, and your touch were burned into him. And now he was presumed to just… forget it?

You caught up with Tecchou who was now in the muscle training room, stretching out his legs, looking as cute as ever. Then, an irresponsible idea came to mind, but you needed a change of scenery, and fast. “Hey Tecchou, what do you say we pass on muscle training today? Let's go back to my place and binge movies all night! That sounds nice, right?” You say, smiling up at him and offering him a pleading look, hoping he would just approve of playing hooky with you today. “But y/n. Fukuchi will be pissed if we leave work so early, I don’t know if it's such a good idea...” he paused before gazing down at your face.

Ah, you’re pouting. Tecchou noted to himself. Your eyes were glued to your feet now at the turndown from him. And it pulled at his heartstrings. Maybe it would be okay if it was only this one time, right? “On second thought, that sounds like a great idea y/n. We could pick up some snacks on the way to your place.” You brought your eyes back up to him, a big grin adorning your face, eyes gleaming with adoration. It caused his lips to tug up into a gentle smile of his own. “Really?! What are we waiting for? Come on, let's go!” You excitedly exclaim, seizing Tecchou's hand in your own. Before dashing through the training room, and out the front doors of HQ. Not having a single concern in the world at this moment. Preferring to forget all about your problems and Jouno.

Jouno was still sulking in the closet. He heard you and Tecchou run past it and out the front doors. Giggling amongst one another. Your heart was back to skipping a beat, but not for him. No. It was all for Tecchou. He genuinely felt so melancholy at this moment. He had gotten his hopes up once more. God, he was a fool for believing he could change your mind. Make your heart skip for him, and him alone. There's no conceivable way he would ever be able to forget. So, he would just resume what he usually did. Longing for you from a distance continuing to hear you loving someone else. Someone who wasn’t, and never would be him.

um…. jouno, baby, i am so sorry for doing you dirty like this…

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[thetopichot]

•°♧ Finn Fluff Alphabet ♧°•

6/7 of the boys. SHADYS BACK! I'm back from kicking sickness in the BALLS. Nothing can stop me from this challenge.

CW: Suggestive

A = Abundance Of Love (Are they a loud lover that loves to express their love in many ways or are they a quiet lover that loves those quiet intimate moments?)

I would say he's a bit of a quiet lover. He enjoys those special moments with you where you both are alone & just embracing eachother.

B = Brave (Were they the first to confess? If so, how did the confession go?)

He was going to be the first to confess, but you beat him to it. However, not in the way that you expect. He was actually planning on confessing to you until you came to him for a bouquet. You said it was for your crush that you were going to confess & that poor boy's heart was absolutely shattered, but WAIT, there's more!

As he was finishing up the bouquet & handed to you, you paid for it & told him to keep it. He was absolutely confused about why you would hand back the bouquet to him. This was a confession to your crush, wasn't it? Why are you handing it to him? Then, something flickered in his mind. DING! OH SHIT IT WAS HIM. 😳 He started blushing as red as a tomato.

C = Control (Do they take the wheel of the relationship or do they let someone else do the driving?)

Yeah, no. You're the one who does the driving. White boy is not the guy that takes initiative. Although sometimes he plans dates & he takes care of you, everything else he leaves to you.

D = Dreamboat (What do they find attractive in their partner(s)?)

THIS *SOBS LOUDLY* WHITEY. I love him so much bro oh my God. He couldn't even pinpoint what he finds attractive about you. You are just genuinely so beautiful to him. From your head to your toes. Inside & Out. He's just happy that he is yours & you are his.

E = Empathetic (If their partner(s) was in a not so good mood, how would they cheer them up?)

Hell yeah, cuddle time with the boy! He is holding you in his arms as he soothes you with his voice. You guys would be doing breathing exercises & you can hug him as tightly as you need to. You don't have to talk about whatever you're feeling as of the moment. Take as long as you need if you like. All that matters to him is that you're okay & that he's always by your side whenever you need him.

F = Forgiving (If they had a fight with their partner(s), how would they apologize? Or would they be petty about it?)

Honestly, Finn would NEVER. He doesn't initiate fights & he would fucking hate himself if he made you upset. Like he wouldn't let that shit slide. That's becoming a core memory, brother. Also to piss off Finn takes A LOT OF FUCKING WORK. Either you're the one being the dick or something REALLY pissed him off that wasn't caused by you but of course he will always apologize. Regardless who fault it is or even if it was nobody's fault.

Please let the boy know that not everything is his fault.

G = General (Random Fluff Headcanon)

I keep thinking about Finn hitting the fucking griddy but I feel like he's more cupid shuffle guy. Either way seeing him dancing would be fucking funny.

H = Home (How would they feel living with their partner(s)?)

Living with you is great, but expect him to out & about in his garden 5 in the morning. Ahem, ahem. TOPPLESS. Yeah, caught your attention, didn't I? Anyway, you would also be woken to the smell of some good ass food & honestly, hell yeah. He loves living with you & he gets to spend more time with you. Also, seeing you very sleepy when you wake up is adorable to him.

I = Idealistic (What's their personal preference in a special someone?)

Doesn't really have one.

J = Jealousy (Do they get protective of their partner(s) when someone flirts with them?)

He's giving that person a fucking side eye & a nervous smile to you. He's not much of a jealous type since he trusts you, but he does get a little emotional punch in his stomach when someone flirts with you. He shakes it off, but if it makes you uncomfortable that someone is flirting with you, he's holding your hand tightly & keeping an eye on the weirdo.

He doesn't resort to violence because he's not a violent person, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't politely go off on that person. He wants to make sure that you are safe.

K = Key To The Heart (What is something that will make them fall in love instantly?)

If you let him nerd out to his silly floral facts, that's enough to capture his heart.

L = Luxurious (Do they spoil their partner(s) rotten? If they do, how do they spoil them?)

I would say so. With baked goods & tea! He would make those specialized tea blends where each ingredient represents you. Of course, he's very careful of his ingredients & treats it with care. Also, baked goods basket only for you, pookie. 😘

M = Marriage (How would they feel about getting married?)

Honestly, he is so down for it. He would give anything to spend the rest of his life with you. He treasures you a lot. More than anything that you can imagine.

Proposing to you is the most romantic shit you have ever been in. He's on one knee in a beautiful butterfly garden & he's in a suit. Of course, he says the most important phrase of your lives.

"My dear sunflower. The sun that lights up my blue skies. It would mean the world to me if you were by my side. Will you be the sunflower in my garden for the rest of all time?"

FUCK. YES.

N = Nobility (How honest are they to their partner(s)? Do they hide anything?)

He's pretty honest. It's not like he hides anything bad. If anything, Finn is pretty shit at lying because every time he lies, he smiles.

O = Overwhelmed (If they were in a not so good mood, how can their partner(s) help them out?)

Hold him & please tell him everything is going to be okay. Bro is at his breaking point & he's like an inch away from just straight busting into tears. It's too much for him & he just wants to go home with you. Help him around the shop & then cuddle him when you guys get back home. There is nothing he wants more than just to be held right now.

P = Passionate (What is something to them that means a lot to them that only their partner(s) knows about it?)

Floral Facts, broski. It's what makes Finn, Finn! He worries about rambling about plant facts, history, & whatnot. You letting him nerd out about his passion makes him feel so free. Like he can talk about anything & you always seem so genuinely interested in what he talks about. HE IS CRINGE, BUT BY JOVE IS HE FREE‼️‼️

Q = Quirky (Something silly that they do.)

Finn messes up his speech sometimes. There was a time he messed up so bad with you where he just said something absolutely WILD.

"Hey, love? You would like some nuts in your mouth?"

"WHAT??"

Give him like 2 minutes & now he's on the floor crying.

"I MEANT THE WALNUTS, SUNFLOWER 😭"

R = Romantic (What is their love language?)

Quality Time & Physical Touch! He loves holding your hands or cuddling on the couch during a rainy day. Of course, him talking about his facts is his love language. Bro is gonna infodump the FUCK outta you & that's what we love about him. Mwah, mwah.

S = Sublime (What is the best gift that their partner(s) can give them?)

Honestly, you are the best gift that he can ever ask for. There isn't really anything he can ask for besides your love, concern, & your time. There is nothing more he wants than you.

T = Touching (How do they feel about PDA?)

U = Undeniable (Did everyone know about their crush on their partner(s)?)

Hell yeah, brother‼️‼️🗣🗣

He enjoys showing how much he loves you through hand holding & little kisses on ya face. He's just a wholesome lover & he just enjoys you very much.

V = Visionary (What do they want their future to look like with their partner(s)?)

BRO EVERYONE KNEW JANAJIANAKAK.

JACK knew, PATTY knew, & BITCH, YOU KNEW. Bro did not hide that shit well. HELL, EVEN THE CUSTOMERS KNEW. He can't hide his feelings for you for shit without smiling like a goober.

He wants to live together with you in a cottage & raise a garden together. Maybe you guys could run the shop together & be those cute old couples that love each other very much. Ya’ll are so fucking cute together, oh my god.

W = Wacky (General Fluff Headcanon. Again.)

He plays Animal Crossing & he's a fucking GOD at it. Like his island is fucking beautiful & well built. He doesn't do the time traveling technique either since he would rather take his time enjoying the game.

X = Xaroncharoo (Yes, that's a word. Look it up. In a domestic sense, what are they exceptional at in the home?)

Cooking. OH MY GOD. I shall emphasize this until the day I die. This shall be put onto my tombstone. Finn's food is probably the best fucking food known to man. I just KNOW if you were to take a bite outta of his food, tears shall fall outta ya eyes because it's just THAT good. Bro he put his love & devotion to you into that fucking omelet.

Y = Yearning (If their partner(s) went out to get something without them/went off to work, how would they feel about it?)

He would feel sad. Especially during the wintertime, he's quite needy & he will take a bit of your time before ya go. However, if you need to go, he would whine a bit, but he would eventually accept it. It's something that has to happen & he doesn't wanna keep you for long. When you do comeback, he's waiting for you on the couch for cuddles.

Z = Zonked (How do they cuddle?)

Speaking of which, I feel like it doesn't really matter to him. Although his two favorite positions would be you on top of him laying on his stomach as he rubs your back or the both of you just facing each other while his face is in the crook of your neck.

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - IM ALMOST DONE WITH THIS SHIT. ONE MORE BOY & I CAN LIVE IN PEACE WITH THE FACT THAT WROTE ALL 7 BOYS. I also wrote this in 1 whole day, lol. I just forgot to post it.

[fairysoobx]

how would txt confess

pairing: txt x gn!reader warnings: brief cursing in beomgyu's part genre: fluff, brief angst for beomgyu's part

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yeonjun

i feel like he would mentally prepare himself to confess for a long time

he is the confident yeonjun we know

but he'll probably feel a little nervous too

he wants it to be perfect

and honestly he just wants to give you what you deserve

so he'd plan it out and even write it down in some kind of code in his calendar

like, literally it will be planned from A to Z

until you once hang out unexpectedly

you had a horrible day and just wanted to see yeonjun

so you meet and everything's back to normal

you guys were joking and bickering again

just in general, having fun

and the moment just feels right

and then he looks in your eyes

everything for him suddenly slows down

he feels the well known warmth and just how good he feels next to you

and just like that, he says it unconsciously

"i really like you"

you obviously don't know what to do

and then he suddenly sobers up but, weirdly to you, doesn't change his mind

he repeats it, as if you were the one being in trance, not him

"you better like me the same way"

soobin

god i don't know what would have to happen for him to confess

well obviously i know, cause i'm here now but you get it

he takes the teeny tiny steps as i've talked about earlier

and with every step he becomes more obvious to you

but just as our boy kai, he's oblivious and thinks he's so smooth

soobin, you're doing great sweetie

okay, oh boy let's be real

he got drunk

yeah this is what it takes for soobin to be more confident

maybe almost yeonjun-level confident

so our boy gets drunk and suddenly teeny tiny steps turn into freaking sneakers marathon

put my sneakers on, hana dul ready get set go

he's so obviously clingy and just so cute i can't

so he just clings to you wrapping his long arms around you and burying his face in your hair

you obviously think he's very cute and kinda make fun of him being so wasted and clingy

and then it happens!

"don't laugh at me, i just like you so much..."

needless to say, both of you are speechless

but soobin is more speechless because of the amount of alcohol in his blood system so

"please don't hate me"

the rest of the evening is just him whining about how much he doesn't want you to be mad at him and hate him for this sudden confession

beomgyu

this bitch

literally through your whole friendship he won't even say a thing ab how he likes you

and he's a person that would probably never tell you if it wasn't for a fact you two were arguing

beomgyu is a hopeless romantic, but he never even gave you a slightest hint that he's onto something

well except for the fact that he literally treats you the way he never treats anyone else but ok let's say you're as oblivious as sookai

he doesn't plan on confessing to you, he just wants to die out of his love to you

cause he's literally a pisces so rip

but then you get into an argument over something so petty and beomgyu turns into an angry emoji and becomes cold again

so you ask him why is he so moody all the time

and then, you hear the most unexpected thing

"well, maybe i'm moody cause i fucking like you?"

what

you both look at each other without saying anything

and then you understand why he was so moody whenever you mentioned anyone else or wanted to hangout with someone whose name didn't start with b and ended with eomgyu

he likes you

damn that's a whole lotta confusion i bet

taehyun

mister steal-your-heart acts kinda like beomgyu

doesn't want to show you his true feelings being scared of destroying things

but deep inside he is planning everything out

he fantasizes about confessing to you

he obviously changes his mind every five minutes about how he wants to do that

and then decides to just not confess to you

but he still fantasizes about this

he will want to let it go on it's own living the "if it's meant to be it will be" mindset

and then one day you two are hanging out in his place

and start flirt-joking as always

you say something like "are you in love with me or something" while joking

and he, instead of laughing, looks at you all serious

and says

"and what if i am?"

jaw on the floor, i am dead, goodbye

his answer leads you both into a deep conversation and his "joke" turns out to be truth

hueningkai

we already know, he's whipped for you like crazy and his feelings to you are pretty much obvious

but this kid is too scared to confess anyways

even just thinking about it makes him nervous and stressed

deep inside of him he hopes that you will be the one confessing to him

even though he's a leo, he's just straight up shy

but don't worry he eventually admits he likes you

otherwise i wouldn't be there

he just needs a little help

you once met taehyun, kai's friend and he literally begged you to confess to kai or whatever cause he's so tired of hearing kai whining about how he likes you but doesn't have a courage to confess

so you take matters in your hands and invite kai over

you were extremely clingy and cuddly which made him really happy

but it still didn't make him confess

so you decide to go with the most stupid but also easiest way to make him confess

"why does no one ever like me:( i must be so ugly:(("

kai looks at you shocked that you don't think you're the most beautiful creature in the world like he does

"you're not ugly!! and that's totally not true!!"

you look at him and ask "why"

"b-because... i like you!"

JESUS CHRIST BINGO

he's all shy, his face is red and you obviously act all shocked like you didn't know that he likes you all this time

but our boy is also happy he finally said that:')

♡︎❀☆

sorry for any spelling mistakes hope you liked it <3! my requests are still open if you want to request something!! ~ jules

[hardstraykidshours]

show me

pairing: felix x afab!reader

genre: smut, kinda fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: felix suggests you both try something new.

length: 1.8k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, inexperienced!felix, experienced!reader, no clear sub/dom dynamic, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap) masturbation, use of vibrators, tit play, praise, creampie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

“but does it feel…does it feel a lot better for you?” felix inquires, staring at you from the opposite end of the couch.

"i mean…lots of things feel really good, but i wont deny that it feels pretty spectacular,” you respond with a nervous giggle.

since you and felix started dating, he’s been using your sexual experience to broaden his knowledge, trying to make up for lost time after his years of sexual inactivity. although a little shy at first, he’s been getting more comfortable asking you frank questions about how he could improve the experience for you both (especially once he has one or two drinks in his system), so it wasn’t shocking to you when he just straight up asked you about your vibrator.

you only own a simple bullet vibrator, and you really only use it when felix is out of town. he was so nervous when you both started having sex that you didn't want to use it when he was around in case he thought he was doing something wrong. sex with felix is incredible, but it usually takes you a while to cum (not his fault, that’s just how you’ve always been), and using a vibrator was a quicker way to get yourself off if you really just needed to scratch the itch.

“is it something you want to use...when we have sex together?” he asks, averting his gaze. there’s the cute, shy felix you love.

“if you want to use it, sure. i had never suggested it before, because i didn't want you to get insecure and think that i needed to use it for sex to be pleasurable, because i absolutely love having sex with you, it's incredible,” you say, seeing his cheeks grow a little more red with each passing second. “but if you’re open to it, i think it might make the whole experience a little more fun for us both.”

“honestly,” he starts. “i think initially i probably would have been pretty insecure about it, so i appreciate you not asking about it at first. but now that i'm a little more comfortable…i think…i think it would be really fucking hot. you always look so good when you’re having a good time, and to know that you could feel even better if we used a vibrator…wow-”

he trails off as the tips of his ears start to grow red.

“well then lets give it a try,” you suggest, scooching closer to him to kiss him softly on the cheek.

“how do you use it exactly?” he asks, voice still timid.

“um,” you think. “truthfully, you can use it however you want, it just kinda depends on what someone’s preferences are.”

“could you-” he starts before stopping himself, almost like he’s trying to gain his composure, breathing deeply through his nose. “show me how you use it. on yourself.”

a white hot jolt of arousal shoots straight to your core. felix has never been so bold before, it was almost like an entirely different side to him. but it was a side that you realize you really like. you suddenly feel shy at the prospect of masturbating for your boyfriend. but what’s the worst that could happen? it is for educational purposes after all, right?

“oh…um…ok,” you stammer out before standing up to head to the bedroom. felix follows silently.

you reach into your nightstand and pull out your vibrator and a small bottle of lube. you slip out of your shorts and panties before laying down on the bed, positioned so you’re sitting slightly upright, making it easier for felix to see what you’re doing. he sits down at the end of the bed, carefully watching your every move as you take a deep breath to calm yourself.

you spread your legs, and felix’s eyes immediately dart to your now exposed pussy, causing goosebumps to prick up on your skin. you, however, keep your eyes on his face, watching every facial expression he makes as he studies everything you do.

grabbing the bottle of lube, you place a small amount on your fingers and proceed to rub it across the surface of the vibrator. you take the remaining lubricant left on your hand and rub it up and down your pussy, breathing growing heavier as you work your fingers through your folds.

you click on the vibrator and start massaging yourself with it, anywhere that feels good. your gaze breaks off of felix’s face to glance down at the obvious bulge that has now formed in his pants. the effect you have on him is driving you wild, and you can’t help the moan that slips past your lips. you dip the vibrator inside your aching walls a few times before slipping it out to work on your clit. throwing your head back in pleasure, you keep a hooded gaze on felix, clenching around nothing when you see him take a nervous gulp. this is having a bigger effect on him than you thought, and the whole scene is devastatingly erotic.

even though you feel amazing, you don't want to finish by yourself, so you turn the vibrator off and set it on the bed next to you.

“so,” you state, not really knowing where to begin. “that was that. like i said, you kinda just do what feels good.”

“holy shit,” is all felix is able to respond.

“did you wanna try it out now?” you ask, raising in eyebrow.

“absolutely,” he says, lust and seduction is dripping in his voice

he makes quick work of his clothes, and you quickly rid yourself of your shirt and bra. you lay down fully on the bed as he crawls his way over you.

he places a gentle kiss on your lips. “believe me, i was more than focused on what you just did there, but if i do something wrong, let me know. you ready?”

“ready,” you respond with a nod.

without any hesitation, felix crashes his lips onto yours. you instinctively part your lips to allow him better access to your tongue. his hand works its way up to your tits while he begins to suck and kiss along your jawline. you mewl when he twists your nipple between his fingers. he continues to rub and massage your breast as he plays kisses all along your collarbone and neck.

you had worked yourself quite a bit with the vibrator, so you find yourself writhing under his touch, bucking your hips slightly to rub against his thigh that rests between your legs, desperate for contact.

he clearly notices, because soon after, his hand leaves your tit and makes it way south, reaching for where you need him most. he moans as he presses a kiss in the crook of your neck when he feels how wet you are, nimble fingers running up and down your dripping folds.

“so wet, so ready for me,” he growls into your ear. you feel your pussy clench as his words dance across your skin.

“lix, please. i need more. i need you,” you whisper in between ragged breaths.

“i’ve got you, baby,” he responds with a kiss to your temple.

he lines his painfully hard cock up with your core and slowly pushes inside. you both gasp when you feel him bottom out. no matter how many times you have sex, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to how amazing felix feels inside you, and he’ll never get used to how soft and warm you feel wrapped around him.

“please move,” you prompt him.

he starts to slowly pump in and out of you.

"when should i bring in the vibrator?" he asks, clearly still a little more nervous than his former confident self let on.

"i'm ready whenever, so just do it when it feels right. remember don't think, just feel," you reply softly.

felix learned pretty early on that you need a fair amount of clit stimulation to get off, so usually when he finds the right pace, he’ll start rubbing you almost immediately.

but this time is different.

taking what you said to heart, he doesn't think, he just feels, so once he finds his rhythm and starts hitting that sweet spot inside of you, he reaches over and grabs the vibrator. turning it on, he immediately makes contact with your clit.

“oh fuck,” you moan out, back arching as you grab onto his shoulders for support. you thought it might be intense, but this is more than you imagined. and it felt overwhelmingly blissful.

initially he keeps the vibrator in one spot, but once you get acclimated to the sensation, he experimentally begins to rub smalls circles on your clit with it.

“oh god. you're doing great. keep going. just like that,” you pant out.

with your words of encouragement, he continues to grind in and out of you as he rubs your clit with the vibrator. you haven't even been going at it for that long, but with the new combination of felix and the vibrator, you already feel your high soon approaching.

“lix, gonna cum,” your eyes roll back, mouthing falling slightly open as you throw your head back in pleasure.

“holy shit, you look so beautiful,” he moans out, drinking in the sight of you coming undone.

with hardly any warning, your legs shake vigorously, and you moan his name like a mantra as your orgasm washes over you. felix sets the vibrator aside, careful to not overstimulate you after such an intense experience, but he continues to pump in and out of you and rubs gentle circles on your clit with his thumb. he helps you ride out your high for as long as he can, but the feeling of your walls fluttering around him becomes too overwhelming. his thrusts become erratic as he spills himself inside you, moans of your name slipping past his lips between soft grunts.

he slowly pulls out of you before collapsing on the bed beside you while you both try and catch your breath.

“wow,” you breathe out.

“wow,” felix responds.

“i mean…wow,” you repeat. “that’s the fastest i've ever cum with someone else.”

“really?!” felix says, eyes wide in surprise.

“most definitely,” you reassure.

“well we should definitely use the vibrator more often,” he says with a slight chuckle.

“for sure,” you agree.

he suddenly turns to you frantically. “that’s not me saying it takes way too long any other time and that we should use it to get it over with faster. i'm more than happy to do whatever it takes for however long it takes to make sure you cum, but seeing as how i normally cum first and then you cum a little while later, it was kind of a nice change of pace being able to, you know, cum at the same time. but like i said-”

you cut him off with a kiss before he has any more time to overthink. “baby, don’t worry, i knew what you meant. that was fun, it's good to switch things up from time to time. plus it helps us learn a little more each time about what we each like.”

“you’re right,” he says, letting out a relieved sigh.

you kiss his cheek before standing up. “now lets go get cleaned up.”

you reach your hand out for felix to grab. he takes it in his own and climbs out of bed before you guide him to the bathroom.

“and…” you start quietly. “maybe once we’re done, we could look online for a slightly more powerful vibrator for us to use.”

you throw him a sly wink.

his eyes grow large as his cheeks grow a deep shade of red. a sheepish smile is painted across his face. “ok…if you insist…”

[banzaitaka]

Hello!! May I request fluff male reader headcanons that include Saeyoung Choi, Jumin Han, and Zen?

The scenario in which the headcanons would take place would be them reacting to the reader coming out as trans(ftm). Like you stated In your rules, only do It if youre comfortable with it :)

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You're talking to a ftm guy here I'd be stupid if I declined this :)

And since this is a brainrot, this won't be structured and Imma talk like I ususally would Might actually make it more fun for you to read too

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I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading! Tips are very appreciated!

TW: you gettin misgendered to list and example, I'll make them red and small so you can avoid them if you need. And it's only once in Zen's part

x male! reader

Headcanon: Hyun Ryu, Jumin Han, Saeyoung Choi reacting to their s/o coming out as ftm

Zen doesn't know what that is, honestly, so you're going to have to explain it to him

If you started dating when you were still presenting as female- well

He is really confused about it, wonders what will happen with your relationship, but he is quick to decide he doesn't want to lose you just because you're no longer presenting female

I can totes imagine him realizing he's bi once he thinks about you being a guy, and realizing that really relieved the both of you, cuz a reason why you didn't tell him right away was because you were afraid he would break up with you, right? And he's just happy he still loves you the same as ever

Like- he loves you so much, that's why he doesn't want to stop loving you, you get me?

But really, that one was actually obvious; he made it very clear in the very beginning that he loves you unconditionally, he loves you for you! So it really was just the attraction to your body that could've changed, but nope

It all takes a few minutes to click, and a few hours of talking for him to confidentally being able to say he is in love with another guy. That being because of his initial confusion and him feeling unsure

He loves seeing you relax more, slowly seeing you more happy and confident of yourself as time moves on

Caution though: he will slip up every now and then with nicknames. He is so used calling you female terms, please forgive him

"Princess, I'm ho- no. Fuck! Prince, I'm home! I'm so sorry, handsome!"

He tries to make up for it and shoo away any approaching dysphoria with male gendered compliments

If you already transitioned before you got to know each other, you, again, will have to explain what being trans means, but it will be much less confusing because of the lack of a sexuality crisis

And, well, Zen just stood there (you can actually imagine him looking at you like in the picture above, just with wider eyes)

One educational conversation later and he is all good, and he's actually amazed about that topic Like- Whoa! People sense that their gender assigned at birth is wrong? And there are multiple adjustment operations? Cool!

"I would've never guessed!", maybe not the best thing to tell a trans person, but he makes up for it by putting the topic aside once you're finished and said everything you wanted to say You know, to get back to your normal routine. The least thing Zen wants is you feeling like anything will change now just cause he knows now

Overall rating: 6/10, he's clumsy and needs a bit of time, but it's clear he does his absolute best

Jumin has basic knowledge when it comes to trans people due to Pride events in the company, but never looked into it more than he had to

And it certainly comes as a surprise when you tell him

Let's talk post transition first cause we wanna save our jokes for later, k?

So...you already transitioned and finally come forth to tell Jumin you're trans

...

There is not much of a reaction cause he literally doesn't care He's all like: "Alright, darling. Love you." and honestly, I love that But if, and only if, you look nervous or scared about it he will further talk about the subject

And an explaination of how he fell in love with a man (aka you) follows, a man who he swore to love forever. And Jumin was no person to break a promise, okay? He still loves you the same as ever

He really could not care less about how your body looks, you will always, always, always be ravishing in his eyes

And now pre transition hehehehe

Jumin looks at you in silence for a few seconds, raising a hand to his chin in thought

"Hmm..."

You could've never known what he was thinking about, no matter how agressively you were to look back at him

"I suppose I am gay after all.", and he cracks a smile

He doesn't even give you time to react as he mumbles on, telling you to leave a list of things you need on the table until tomorrow morning and it shall be aquired for you

"I will notify the workers here as well. If one of them slips up, please do tell me. I'll cut their payment."

And for the rest of the conversation he let's you decide what you want to be clear about

Overall rating: 11/10, I may be biased on this one, but come on...This man is so chill about it and will make sure you're in a safe environment

Now when I tell you Saeyoung knew, I mean he KNEW

He literally hacked into your social media and dug around in your phone, but you didn't say anything when you were called a girl, so he didn't say anything. It was either because you weren't sure about it yet or you didn't want to come out if they somehow found out about you ig

OR maybe you already transitioned during that time, then forget the part about you not saying anything to being misgendered, really just thought of the beginning of the game

Anyways, the man knew and he was like WhoA

Ehehe uvu cute boyfie, yes please Cuz this man is a raging bisexual, prefers men

His heart exploded the moment you told him, like- He is so proud of you you figured this out for yourself and trusted this info with him, in a world filled with homophobia and transphobia. Even tho he always supported the LGBTQ+ community and made sure you knew he did(and made hints he is part of it as well, but it seemed more like bromance jokes)

If you haven't started your transition, he'll lay down the questions: Who is allowed to now? Which nicknames are off limits? Where am I allowed to touch you? Things like that

Other than that, not much additional explainations are needed, he already knows at least the basic info and can easily find the parts he's lacking

Cuz now's not the time for talking. Let's get your measurements to buy you a binder! He offers you his socks to use for a packer, jokingly, but it felt too real dsfigodsifg

"Once we're getting married in space we can put a trans flag on the moon.", he muffles into your neck before leaving a trail of kisses on it

Overall rating: 10/10, pls, he is so sweet and loves sharing lgbtq+ memes with you and knows his stuff AND willing to run the extra mile for your comfort

[skeletalgalore]

𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader oneshot

Eddie is a bit of an apologetic softie at first, Fem!Reader is more angry - Angst to fluff to smut, I guess? So minors dni for the naughty content 👀 Set in a timeline where Vecna and The Upside Down are just D&D stories for the kids and Hellfire, and Eddie has actually graduated from Hawkins High. '86 indeed, baby! No use of Y/N or OC names, just in you in the third person.

word length: 4.8k

CW: bad language (I mean, is it an Eddie fic with no swearing?), smoking, drug use mention, dirty talk, heavy petting, foreplay and protected sex (always wrap it up!) - f receiving & m receiving, dom!Eddie I guess a lil bit?

"You got a light?"

You were leaning against the fire escape door on your break at the local convenience store, just sparking up a cigarette when you looked up at the voice speaking at you. You held out your Zippo at Eddie who walked over, leaned into the flame, and lit the cigarette between his lips. You clicked the lid closed and slid the silver lighter into your jacket pocket. Eddie brushed past you and sat down on the wall next to the fire escape. He looked at you with puppy dog eyes and patted the space on the wall next to him. Taking a long drag and exhaling, you gave a small nod and silently accepted his invitation to join Eddie.

"What brings you here, Eddie?"

He seemed to shift uncomfortably in his place, unsure of what to say.

"Just driving by, thought I'd pop in and say hi," he lied through his teeth. "I know you said it's boring as tits on Thursday nights, sooo I thought I'd come over,"

"Uh-huh, sure," you exhaled and flicked the ash from the end of your cigarette. "C'mon, man, why are you really here?"

Eddie took a long drag. His feet dangled only a couple of inches away from the floor and he didn't take his gaze off his sneakers when speaking to you.

"I... I just wanted to say I'm sorry," he sighed. "I was an ass. An absolute fuckin' ass. I didn't mean to upset you at all,"

"Well, you did. And I'm more than upset. I'm fucking pissed, Eddie. I have never been so humiliated in my life. What were you thinking?"

You could tell that stung. Eddie picked at the loose threads in his ripped jeans, not sure as to where he should start.

"Honestly, I wasn't thinking. And it's only after I said what I said that I realised it was too late. I want to make it up to you. Please. I hate seeing my best friend like this. Especially when it's because of me,"

You could hear the pain in Eddie's voice. He did sound remorseful. There was a painful silence between the pair of you as you both tried to think of what to say next. All you could hear was the sound of you both taking drags of your cigs, flicking away the ash, and the breeze making the shop sign creak around the corner.

"Okay,"

If anxiety was a person, it would definitely be Eddie at this moment. He finally lifted up his head to look at you.

"...Okay?"

"Okay. You can make it up to me,"

He breathed a sigh of relief, a small smile spreading across his face. He jumped down from the wall, put out his cigarette, and stood in front of you.

"Before you tell me what it is I need to do to make up for our thousand years of friendship, can I just please have a hug? Fuck man, I've been eating myself up about this for a couple of weeks and I've been a nervous wreck thinking that you wouldn't even speak to me any more and I've been biting my nails to shit 'cause I'm thinking the worse and--"

You cut him off by giving Eddie a big bear hug. His arms wrap around you softly and then begins to tighten his grip around you, as if he is scared of losing you again. He leans his head into your neck slightly, getting a small smell of your perfume. You pull away from the hug and hold his hands lightly.

"You can start making it up to me by giving me a lift home after my shift tonight, alright? I finish in about half hour if you wanna hang about for me,"

You could see Eddie's eyes glisten a little from tears in his eyes, which he quickly rubbed away.

"Yeah, sure. I need to pick up a couple of snacks and another 6-pack anyway. See you inside?"

"Yeah, see you inside," you squeezed his hand softly and watched him walk to the front of the store. You took a deep breath and ran your fingers through your hair before making your way back inside through the fire escape door.

Eddie was roaming the aisles already when you got back behind the counter, arms filled with Cheetos and pretzels, and a 6-pack of beer hanging from two of his fingers. You smiled to yourself as you could see it was his usual choice.

'And if I remember correctly, he's gonna walk down the candy aisle and fight an internal battle - Sour Patch Kids or Whoppers? And he'll always do the same thing...'

Eddie approached you at the counter and placed everything down.

"Couldn't pick between them again, huh?" you smiled at him.

"Look, one day I'll choose one for definite but until then, I get both. Both is good anyway, sweetheart. Get more snack choices during the munchies," he flashed you a cheesy grin. He also asked for another pack of smokes as you rung up his items on the till.

Your boss came out five or so minutes later to let you finish your shift early - 'You've done a helluva load of overtime lately, get yourself home' - so you walked to the van with Eddie. You both hopped in and he drove back to the trailer park where you both stayed.

You were just about to hop out of the van and thank him for the lift home before he stopped you.

"Do you wanna come inside? Maybe watch a couple of films with a joint like we used to?" he asked softly. His voice quivered slightly, scared of rejection.

You thought about it for a moment and you could instantly see the dread on Eddie's face for even asking. The falling out had clearly eaten him up badly.

"Just lemme get changed and I'll be over in ten, 'kay?"

You saw him breathe a sigh of relief and he nodded at your question. You both got out of the van, he went into his trailer and you into yours. You slipped out of your work uniform and into some comfy clothes which was usually a band t-shirt and some leggings. After a quick refresh in the bathroom, you headed towards Eddie's trailer where you could see him waiting for you at the door.

"After you, milady," he bowed as he held the door open for you. You laughed at his gesture and planted yourself on the sofa, making yourself at home.

"No Wayne tonight?" you asked. Eddie's uncle Wayne was always so sweet and had kept an eye on you when your parents were out of town when you were younger.

"Nah, the old man's working the night shift. Probably won't be back until like 8am," he replied passing you a beer he'd opened for you. "Look, I just wanna apologise again. I really hate how much I upset and embarrassed you. These past couple of weeks without my best friend were the absolute worst in the world and I don't ever want to go through that again. I'm so sorry,"

Eddie had sat with you on the sofa and held your hand tight during his apology.

"I missed you too, Eddie. It felt really weird not hanging out with you all the time, y'know? I accept your apology, just... Don't do it again," you winked at him and he playfully punched your arm to break the tension. "Right, so what's tonight cinema showing at Munson Movies?"

"I got A Nightmare on Elm Street to watch this weekend," he ran to put the tape into the VCR and turned on the TV. He grabbed his beer and sat next to you on the sofa, almost throwing himself into your lap. He pressed play on the remote and got comfy. You'd already made yourself comfortable in your usual spot on the sofa - curled up into the corner, cuddling one of the cushions, and one of the blankets covering up your lower half.

About 20 minutes into the film, Eddie reached into his discarded battle jacket for his joint. After lighting it and taking a couple of tokes, he passed it to you.

"It's not a strong one, don't worry," he said whilst exhaling. "I purposely didn't use my strongest stuff 'cause I knew I'd be watching a scary movie tonight. Didn't need to make myself any more paranoid than I already am,"

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..." you teased. He playfully hit your arm in response.

He scooted over closer to you so that he was leaning against you, so you put the blanket you had over the pair of you instead. He took the joint from your fingers and lifted his arm up to place around you, signalling you to scoot into a cuddle. It was normal practice for the pair of you.

You'd been best friends since kids and grown up together in the trailer park, been through all the shit he had with his parents and hid him in your bed fort when things were going awry at home. When his parents were no longer on the scene and Wayne stepped up to keep an eye on Eddie, you stood by his side when he got bullied for being different from the rest. He took a bit of a darker path than you at one point and got heavily into drugs and alcohol, and began selling weed and pills in high school. He never forced you to do any of it. You never wanted to try the hardcore stuff, but Eddie offered you weed one night when you had a really bad week at high school. So you made it a little bit of a tradition to share a joint together over a movie at his place.

You felt at ease. Things seemed to be back to normality. A slight high, a good film, beer, snacks, and good company. You ended up resting your head against Eddie's shoulder and he instinctively rested his head on top of yours. His arm that wrapped around your shoulders had slipped down slightly and his hand rested on your side, his fingers stroking up and down lightly. You let out a small content sigh.

"This is nice," you whispered.

"Yeah," Eddie whispered in response. "I've missed this,"

There was a small pause and you could suddenly feel some tension, but didn't know if it was good or bad. A little bit of fight-or-flight kicked in.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked. You sat up to face him, nervous as hell.

"Y-Yeah, sure,"

"Okay... Firstly I just wanted to apologise again for what seems like the hundredth time. I don't actually think I can apologise enough, really. But if I don't say this now I think I might regret it for the rest of my life,"

"Eddie, you're making me nervous. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," he then cleared his throat. "So, we've been friends for like, forever, right? And I was scared to say this 'cause we did fall out before and I don't want another fall out. But for a long time now, I think I've come to realise I have feelings for you. You've been there for me every step of the way during my shitshow of a life and never turned your back on me. And when we had that argument and we didn't see or speak to each other these last few weeks, it really put into perspective for me... I can't see my life going anywhere without you by my side. I like you, sweetheart. Really fuckin' like you,"

You were blushing hard. You never thought you'd hear Eddie say anything like this.

"So what I wanted to ask you was... If... If you felt the same way at all? About... Me. And it's okay if you don't, like I'd totally get why. I can be a bit of a fuckin' douche and arrogant and--"

"I do,"

The room fell silent. The movie had finished and all that could be heard was the static coming from the TV. I don't think either of you could believe what you said.

"W-What?"

"I do feel the same, Eddie. I just didn't want to say anything 'cause I was so worried about ruining what we had. I like doing this with you and I don't want to be away from you again. So yeah, I really fuckin' like you too,"

You were holding each other's hands at this point, staring into each other's glossy eyes. Eddie's thumb rubbed the back of your hand and you couldn't tell if it was to soothe you or him at this point. You let go of one of Eddie's hands to cup one side of his face, stroking your thumb across his cheek to catch a falling tear. He then lunged at you and held you in a tight embrace. Both of you couldn't keep back the tears now.

"Don't leave me again please, baby," he spoke against your shoulder.

"I won't, I'm here. Always," you whispered back to him, placing a soft kiss against his temple.

You both pulled out of the embrace to look at each other, only to realise your faces were only inches apart. There was a slight hesitation at first but Eddie made the first move and leaned in for a kiss.

His lips were soft just like you imagined, and a lot more gentle than you had originally thought. He placed his hands on your waist, rubbing up and down your sides. You mirrored his loving touch by placing both your hands on either side of his face, helping to deepen the kiss. Eddie slid his tongue across your bottom lip, silently asking permission to get a taste.

You both wanted, no, needed to be closer to each other. You adjusted yourself on the sofa so you could climb into Eddie's lap and straddle him, wrapping your legs behind him. He let out a shallow breath as you wrapped tightly around him, so it was his turn to mirror you by wrapping his arms around your body to hold it closer to his.

Things started to get a bit more frantic as hands roamed over each other's bodies, up t-shirts and gripping onto skin for dear life. You slowly began to grind your hips up against Eddie's, shocking the guy and making him release an unexpected soft moan. This made you smirk and want to hear him moan again.

"Huh, we playing that game?" he flashed a devilish grin. "I see,"

He bucked his hips up towards you this time which in turn made you make an almost identical noise. He laughed and then began to kiss your neck, and you couldn't stop the gasps escaping your throat. Hearing you like this sent Eddie wild. He seemed to find every perfect spot that made you moan with pleasure and grind more against him, feeling himself grow beneath you. You ran your hands up his t-shirt and gripped onto his shoulders, your nails making small indentations in his skin.

He kissed further down your neck to your collarbone, and all of a sudden licked all the way up to your ear, giving your lobe a quick suck and a small nip between his teeth. Your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head and you let out a noise that checked all of Eddie's boxes. You dragged your nails down his back in response, leaving red stripes from top to bottom.

He grabbed your hips and laid you on your back, your legs still wrapped around his waist. You began grabbing the hem of t-shirt and lifting it up.

"Take it off," you demanded.

"Magic word?" Eddie cooed as he kept holding the material down.

"Fuckin' take it off, please,"

"Good girl,"

'Good girl'... That made your stomach do back flips.

He lifted his t-shirt over his head and threw it over where his denim cut-off jacket lay. His tattoos were now fully on display and you traced them lightly with your fingertips. But you weren't distracted for long as Eddie swept back in for another deep kiss. His hips bucked into yours as you got back into grinding on one another. His soft lips left yours again to leave a trail of kisses back down your neck and collarbone. His hands had gone under your t-shirt and he was holding your bare waist.

"You can take mine off if you'd like,"

"I'd love to, sweetheart," and with one swift move, your t-shirt was off and with the ever-building collection of clothes. Eddie's eyes lit up as he realised you being in your comfy clothes meant you didn't wear a bra under your t-shirt.

His lips continued down from your collarbone to your chest, leaving a soft trail of little kisses as he went. He cupped your breast in one hand and licked your hard nipple in small circles. Soft little moans left your agape mouth which only spurred Eddie on. He began to suck your nipples with tiny intervals where he'd quickly give them a nip between his teeth, making you release short, sharp gasps. Once he was done, he continued to leave a trail of kisses down your body and stopped at the waistband of your leggings.

"May I?" he asked in a whisper. You nodded. "No, I need to hear you say it. May I take them off?"

You gulped at his demand.

"You can take them off,"

He took no time in doing as he was told and pulled down your leggings to expose your underwear. Again, discarding the clothing over his shoulder to the pile. He leaned back to take a full view of you. There you were, sprawled naked on his sofa in just your lace black panties... Just for him. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back down for some more kisses. You loved the feeling of his bare chest against yours.

He moved down to your hips, laying out his kiss trail from bellybutton to one hip to the other and down to the material covering you. He scooted further down the couch so he could get a better angle.

"Look at you, aren't you a dark horse?" he kissed the material that covered your entrance. "Do you wear sexy underwear like this all the time?"

He tried sucking at your clit through your pants. The thin material was the only barrier between you and his tongue.

"Please, Eddie," you pleaded at him, hips gyrating against his face. "I need you to taste me,"

"Seeing as you asked so nicely..." Eddie slowly pulled down the lace, exposing your lips which were already getting nice and slick from his teasing. "Just for me,"

He gave your slit a lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit, a manner of noises came from you which only fuelled Eddie's fire. He paid attention to your clit by running circles around it with his tongue, and slowly started to trace his fingers at your entrance. Every so often, he would suck lightly on your clit and made you squirm with pleasure. Eddie had eventually slid two of his fingers inside you in a slight 'come hither' position, setting a rhythm that he kept his tongue with too.

You had run your hands into Eddie's hair to help keep him in place. Every single second of this moment was perfect and you didn't want him to move away from his position. You heard and felt him moan whilst eating you out and the vibrations against your clit sent shivers down your spine.

"Fuck, Eddie, can you moan down there again? It felt so good," you asked between gasps.

He did as he was told and showed his appreciation to your cunt by lapping it up and moaning between sucks, thrusting his fingers at a good pace. He began to pick up speed as your moaning was a sure fire way of telling him you were close to the edge. Both of your moaning went back and forth until you felt yourself release. You let go of the tight grip you had on Eddie's hair, bringing your hands up to move your own hair out of your face. Eddie came up from between your legs, giving a kiss to the inside of your thighs. He wiped your essence away from his lips before coming to give you a big kiss.

"Don't think you don't get anything in return, baby," you purred as you tried to roll Eddie onto his back. He laughed at your attempt to move him, so he rolled himself into the same position you had yourself in. He still had his jeans on, so you went for the handcuff belt buckle and unfastened it. You pulled them off to expose him in a very similar situation he had you in. Eddie laid there naked apart from his plaid boxers.

"Shame," you began to say. He looked at you with a puzzled look. "I was expecting to see you in some sexy black lace panties too,"

He laughed and tried to hide his blushing cheeks. You straddled Eddie for a little bit, tongues dancing together in your mouths, before making your way down to his waist. You placed light kisses down his happy trail, making his hips buck slightly with how gentle you were being. When you got to the boxers, you kissed just above the waistband and palmed his bulge at the same time. A raspy moan escaped his lips. You smirked, loving that it was your turn in control.

"How much do you want my mouth around your cock?" you asked, voice thick with lust. Your face was inches away from his crotch and you looked at him with absolute desire. He was speechless with the sudden change in tone.

"Fuck, baby, so bad," he muttered.

"Louder," you demanded. "I can't hear you. How much?"

"I want you to suck my cock so bad, baby, please,"

You pulled down his boxers to expose him. His cock bobbed slightly from being released from the material. The head was already red and glistened slightly from the small beads of pre-cum which had already escaped. You took one last look up at Eddie before taking him in your mouth.

His head hit the cushion behind him, a large moan escaping his lips and his eyes had rolled to the back of his head. You hadn't even taken in that much of him, but Eddie had been dreaming of this moment for a long time and it was so much better than what he had hoped. You swirled your tongue around his tip and flicked the slit at the end, and you kept doing that every so often to take a break from taking all of him in your mouth. He was getting close so you decided to take him out your mouth and rub your hand up and down his shaft.

"C'mon, baby, are you gonna come for me?" you laced on the sweetness thick. You began to pick up pace.

"Yeah, fuck," his breath hitched as he tried to speak, and he unbuckled beneath you, spilling across your hand and moaning out your name.

You sat upright to see Eddie come back to Earth from his orgasm and you came to the sudden realisation of the mess on your hand. He seemed to clock it at the same time, reached over for his t-shirt, and gave it you.

"It's fine, I'll wash it," he shrugged. You cleaned your hand and his cock off with the top and threw it away from the other clothes. "Come with me,"

He stood up, grabbed your hand, and led you into his bedroom. He pushed you against his door ferociously, his kisses big and messy. You matched the energy as you wanted more of him and you wanted it now. It was clear Eddie felt the same way. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, still kissing you with such passion, and placed you onto his bed. He reached into his bedside table and put a condom on.

"You ready, baby?" he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss.

"Always,"

He placed himself at the entrance between your slit and pushed himself in gently, small moans coming from both of you. Eddie built up a pace that was just right and not too quick as you were both still quite excited from what just happened in the living room. You didn't care.

"Eddie, please, make me come again. You made me feel so good," you begged him.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," Eddie replied with a devilish grin. "Good things come to those who wait. You're gonna wait like a good girl, aren't you?"

"Fuck, yes, Eddie. I'm a good girl," you moaned in reply. You would complain normally, but this teasing was doing wonders for you.

Eddie kept the same pace up, and you began to play with your nipples. The view of you pleasuring yourself whilst he fucked you began to make him unwind. He couldn't tease you any longer, hell, it was like he was teasing himself at this rate with the slow and steady pace. He began to thrust faster and harder, moans falling out of each other's mouths. Eddie slipped his hand between the pair of you and began to rub circles against your clit. You threw your head back in ecstasy, the sensation becoming almost overwhelming. He managed to lean forward towards you a bit for a second taste of your nipples, sucking and rolling his tongue around them. You leaned forward to him for a sloppy, but passionate kiss.

"Eddie, I'm so close again," you whimpered.

His curls draped over your chest as he was still making work of your nipples. You began to grip onto his arms, getting closer to the edge.

"Eddie, please," you began to unravel. "Please make me come, baby, I'm so close,"

He loved hearing you plead for him. He detached himself away from your chest and he fucked you hard and fast. His hands gripping onto your waist and yours holding onto his forearms, your knuckles turning white.

Eddie was getting close to the edge too. His rhythm buckled slightly as he was reaching the end. He placed one of his hands on the bed just by your shoulder, gripping the sheets tightly in his fist. His face was close to yours again. His fringe slightly sticking to his forehead and curls hanging inches from your cheeks. You moved your hands around to hold his back, nails digging in slightly, trying to keep him close to you.

"C'mon, sweetheart, you can come for me now," he cooed in your ear. "I wanna hear you,"

Fuck. Your hips bucked and back arched. Head thrown back into the pillow again. It felt like the Fourth of July. Gripping onto Eddie's back for dear life and knuckles turning white, you moan his name loudly, coming hard. He wasn't too long to follow suit, thrusting hard with each moan and his body was shaking. Eddie moaned your name one last time as he reached his climax.

He moved to lay next to you in bed, both of you out of breath. You both turned your heads to look at each other. A small pause. Then you both let out a laugh.

"I didn't realise you were such a potty-mouth," he joked.

You rolled onto your side to look at him properly.

"And I didn't realise how dominating you were in the bedroom," you joked back.

"They don't call me a Dungeon Master for no reason, sweetheart," he winked at you.

Eddie pushed himself up off the bed to clean himself up and passed you a towel to do the same. As you went to the bathroom, Eddie quickly ran into the living room to pick up the discarded items of clothing and threw them on the floor at the bottom of his bed.

The pair of you climbed back into bed under the duvet, curled up against Eddie's chest. He stroked your hair as you concentrated on the rhythm of his breathing.

"God, if falling out with you leads to this every time, then I take back what I said earlier," Eddie joked. You laughed and elbowed him in the ribs. "I'm kidding... I did mean what I said to you though,"

"I know," you looked up at Eddie, moving small strands away from his face. "I do really fuckin' like you, too,"

You shared a soft and content smile with each other. You placed your head back on his chest and he continued to stroke your hair until you both eventually drift off to sleep.

Absolutely smitten.

[bippot]

Summary: Kevin's niece shakes up Jake's little peanut head, in the best way possible. For the first time in his life, he's nervous to even flirt with a girl cause, like, what if he fucks up? That would suck.

Despite how hard he tries, it takes Jake a while to get out of the dreaded friendzone because of overbearing Uncles, pigeons, drunken nights out and the famous Jake Martin reputation.

Tags: Idiots in Love, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Himbo, Slow Burn, Co-workers, Friends to Lovers

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Chapter 10: Hangover :(

Daytona had arrived. The crew were mere days away from the biggest race of the NASCAR season, and Jake was shitting himself. Like, what if he crashed and burned? What if he forgot how to drive? What if he got hurt and died? What if his heart stopped working altogether?

All kinds of scenarios ran through his head until he could barely think straight. He didn't even notice when he walked into the gym until someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Are you okay, princess?" he heard a familiar voice ask, making him snap out of his thoughts. He turned around to find Y/N smiling at him, her face seconds away from morphing into a concerned expression. He couldn't help but return her smile. God, she made him feel like a teenage boy all over again.

"I'm fine," he replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. "I just... I guess I'm nervous."

She laughed softly and gave him another one of those smiles that could melt any man's heart. "It's okay. You'll do great," she assured him, putting her hands on his shoulders and slowly massaging them with her thumbs, as if she could soothe every worry off his shoulders.

Jake closed his eyes for a moment and leaned into her touch. He felt her fingers slide through his hair and he tilted his head towards her, allowing her to continue her ministrations. When she finished, he opened his eyes again.

"You're amazing," he said, leaning in for a kiss. It happened so naturally, he wasn't really sure what prompted it, but it felt so good to finally be able to let go and relax and let his worries wash off somewhere where no one would ever find them. He never thought he'd be this happy about something so simple as sharing a kiss, but here he was.

Y/N looked slightly dazed after their lips met. She blinked a few times before pulling Jake closer by his waist and kissing him again. This time she deepened the kiss and it took everything in Jake not to moan into her mouth. He wanted nothing more than to keep going like this forever, but he knew he needed to wake up.

He couldn't dream forever.

Arriving at work that morning, he had a little spring in his step as he made his way into Y/N's office only to find it empty. Oh, fuck. He'd totally forgotten that she was picking his mother up from the airport whilst he got some final training in. Shit, he'd have to give Beth one of the coffees he'd bought on the way.

Taking her uncle's car, Y/N arrived early. Making a good impression was on her mind. Holding a sign that said 'Ms. Elizabeth Martin', she waited for Jake's mother to arrive. Jake had written it so there was originally an s instead of a z, so he scribbled it out and placed the correct letter above.

You could tell who his mother was just by the dimples. The woman, with her short, cropped grey hair and adorable face, exited the terminal and looked around, perplexed. When she caught sight of Y/N, she smiled brightly, making Y/N's heart skip a beat. Fully intending to introduce herself, Y/N began, "Hi, Ms Martin. I'm -" but was cut off by Liz hugging her tightly. Yeah, she definitely was Jake's mother.

Liz eventually released Y/N, stepping back to examine her closely. "Wow, it is you," she exclaimed. Her voice was light and cheerful, which suited her perfectly. "Oh my, what a beautiful girl you are!"

"Yes, it is me." Y/N nodded shyly.

Honestly, Y/N stood there dumbfounded as Liz went in for another hug. Once had hugged each other for a couple of minutes too long when suddenly Liz seemed to realise that they were both still standing awkwardly outside of the entrance to the terminal. "Would you like me to carry your bag for you?" she asked, gesturing to the large black backpack hanging from Liz's shoulder.

"Please!"

Together, the women walked towards the parking lot while chatting about the simple stuff. How was the flight? What movie did she watch? How often did Jake talk about her? How long was she staying? You know, the classics.

"Jake won't shut up about you. You know, you look exactly like the photos he sent me." Liz's smile widened into a grin. "He talks about you all the time. And I mean all the time! I can hear it in his voice: just before he mentions you, he does this sigh thing, like -" She did her best impression of the little sound he makes. "And once I hear that, I know the next sentence is going to start with 'me and Y/N' or 'Y/N said'."

At that, Y/N's cheeks became pink and she bit her bottom lip, trying hard not to laugh. Liz noticed and chuckled softly before continuing, "Don't tell him I told you that, though, please? He would kill me."

"Promise."

They reached the car and Y/N opened the door for Liz before taking the backpack and suitcase, placing them both inside the boot. As Y/N started the engine, Liz pulled out her phone from her purse. The older woman glanced at her with a mischievous expression before showing her a photo of Jake grinning cheekily at the camera, arms wrapped around Y/N. "That was taken a few days ago," Y/N pointed out, glancing between Liz's phone and the grinning boy on the screen.

"It's my favourite of the two of you." Jake had sent her enough photos that she had a favourite? Y/N felt her heartbeat accelerate and butterflies swarmed in her stomach. No, wait. This was not happening. It was definitely not happening. Jake Martin was not a relationship guy, everyone knew that. Everyone told her that. Or rather, they told her that Jake Martin™️ wasn't a relationship guy and she believed them.

As the journey progressed, Liz told Y/N many embarrassing stories about Jake. Stories about him doing stupid things, especially when he was younger, which earned him several disapproving looks from his mother. They both laughed and shared their own fond memories of Jake, reminiscing their days together.

This time also allowed Y/N to bring up some things she'd noticed about the man in question. Y/N told her about Jake's recent learning developments and even grilled his mother on whether she thought he had dyslexia. "I've never even thought about that," Liz announced, "That would make sense. He always used to jumble the words around when he was young. He used to hate it. Probably still does."

Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise, and a warm feeling spread throughout her body. It must be the effect of Liz's warm tone and gentle demeanour. Whenever she tried to bring it up to Kevin, he brushed it off. Nodding along, Y/N agreed, "Uncle Kev wants him to read a whole book a week. I tried telling them that it was too much for him, but they insisted." She tapped her fingers against the wheel as she explained, "I read to him. That's the compromise."

A soft chuckle escaped Liz's throat as she listened to Y/N speak about the man that she was 'just friends' with. She found it very sweet that Y/N cared so much for Jake. She wished her son could spend time with people that genuinely loved him, like Y/N did. He'd spent so long in a bubble of clout chasers.

Liz looked over at her and felt a swelling sense of something. Pride maybe. She just knew that her son had found someone who was willing to treat him as he should be treated. She had met some of his previous girlfriends before, and most of them were nice enough, but she could tell they didn't want to be with her son. He was a credit card to them. Or a way to gain notoriety. She was glad that Y/N was different. A mother knew what her son deserved. And after meeting Y/N, she knew that she was the girl to give him that. He deserved nothing less.

Letting herself into Jake's house with the key he had given her, she helped Liz unpack her belongings. He often forgot stuff and she would go and retrieve it for him. At least, that's the excuse he would give. It made him feel safe knowing that she'd be there if anything happened. She hung up her coat on the small wooden hook near the front door. It was immediately noticed by Liz how comfortable Y/N was in his house, how she easily knew where everything was.

After sufficiently settling in, Liz was transported to the garage as she wanted to see the crew again. And her son. Specifically, she was eager to see her son, and how he and Y/N interacted. (Interacting with Kevin again was not something she was joyful to do, but it had been years since she broke up with him.)

It took no time for Beth to rush up to them and greet Liz. She was so happy to see her. The conversation flowed easily, and soon Liz asked Y/N to go find Jake. "He's in the gym," Beth explained, pushing Y/N in that direction and knowingly winking at her.

Making her way through the building, she passed by Kevin to hand him his keys, playfully exclaiming, "I put a huge dent in your car."

Kevin looked down at the keys. "How did you manage to damage my baby?!" His eyes widened, but soon narrowed as he realised she was messing with him. "If you'd crashed The Beast, I'd kill you," he warned.

"So dramatic!"

Opening the gym door, she was presented with a very sweaty, shirtless Jake on the cardio wall with his AirPods in, softly humming. Y/N watched as Jake's muscles flexed under his skin, moving fluidly with every movement he made. For a moment, she couldn't help but stare. It was almost mesmerising to watch how smoothly his muscles moved across his torso. Before she got caught, Y/N cleared her throat and Jake finally turned to face her, removing his headphones. "Hey, stranger," he greeted, grinning widely. His hair was sticking to his forehead due to sweat, and Y/N briefly wondered if he would mind if she ruffled it slightly. But then she shook those thoughts away.

Jokily, she declared in an almost teasing tone, "Your mummy is here."

"Now?!" Jake exclaimed, grabbing his towel and wiping his face as she grabbed his shirt to throw at him. He caught it and slipped it over his head in one fluid motion. "How was the drive? Please tell me you two got on."

As a testament to how well they got on, Y/N got her phone out and showed Jake a video Liz had sent her. It was of a blonde boy on stage singing along to NSYNC as he waved happily at the camera. The moment Jake saw the video, his jaw dropped open and he tried to grab the phone off her hands, but she wouldn't let him have it. "Delete that! Delete it now!" Jake begged frantically, trying desperately to get his phone from her hands, reaching across her body in an attempt to get it. He was, to his own surprise, attempting to restrain himself. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she saw videos of him from when he was young.

With an amused chuckle, Y/N held tight to the phone, refusing to budge. "I think it's cute," she commented, putting her hands over her chest. Then she added with a sly grin, "And Liz agrees with me."

"You're on a first-name basis with my mom?"

Guiding him out of the gym by lightly pushing his shoulders in the correct direction, she jested, "Oh? Me and Liz? Yeah, we're going for brunch instead of going to your race." He stopped in place. "Jake, I'm kidding."

Thank god. He sighed in relief and allowed her to lead him once more.

Now, if it was obvious by everything about him, Jake Martin is a huge mamma's boy. As soon as he saw Liz, he rushed up to hug her, lifting her off the ground in the process. She hugged him back just as enthusiastically as she kissed him on the cheek. "Ew, mom," he whined, pushing her away playfully, but unable to hide the affectionate smile tugging at his lips. Did his mum have to embarrass him in front of Y/N?

"I missed you, honey." Liz kissed him on the cheek once more before gesturing to Y/N with a bright smile. "Y/N told me about this facetiming thing. We can do that from now on, right?"

"Of course." He wrapped his arm around Liz's shoulder and pulled her close to his side. "Anytime you want."

They talked more and more, an easygoing tone throughout. That was until they got onto the subject of the race. Liz asked, "How are you feeling before the big race, darling?"

And Jake had no idea what to say, so he shrugged his shoulders and tried to appear nonchalant. But truthfully, he was nervous. Sure, he knew he'd be fine, but he couldn't help but feel like something was going to happen, and he wasn't sure what. He tried to push those feelings down, knowing that his team would worry about him no matter what. "Yeah, yeah. I'm going to ace it."

Rubbing him on the back reassuringly, Y/N spotted his apprehension to answer the question. He had been working really hard, so he deserved to do well. He was going to do great. "Well, Y/N and I will be cheering you on from the sideline," his mother began, looking between the pair. "I've got some snacks that I'm going to bring, so if you need something to eat, you know who to come to."

Jokingly, Beth commented, "Don't tell Kevin that or he won't leave you alone."

Speak of the devil. Hearing his name, Kevin sauntered up and asked, "Do my ears deceive me or did I hear the name of a very handsome crew chief?"

Rolling her eyes at her uncle, Y/N decided that this was the best moment to excuse herself and actually get on with her work. She gave Jake a quick pat on the back and made her exit towards her office. Jake watched as Y/N walked away with a goofy grin plastered on his face and his focus moving downwards as she got further into the distance. When she was out of view, he looked back at his mom and Beth to raise an eyebrow. "What?" He questioned, crossing his arms and frowning at them. "Why are you guys laughing at me?"

"Darling, you look so smitten," his mother said. She reached over to squeeze his hand. "She must have a lot of pull if she has you swooning that hard."

Blushing furiously, Jake tried to deny any feelings he may have developed for Y/N, but that just brought more laughter out of them. Slightly embarrassed, he muttered a soft, "Maybe," and they continued teasing him until Kevin saw Catherine strutting towards them.

For the rest of the day, Jake attempted to come across like he didn't worship the ground beneath Y/N's feet. He even ignored the looks Kevin kept giving him when he thought he wasn't watching. But as much as he tried, he just couldn't keep up the facade, especially when he gave his mother a tour of sorts - she had been there so many times that she didn't need an actual tour, just a refreshing of the memory - and got to Y/N's School Room.

"This is where I, honestly, spend most of my time now," he stated as he opened her office door without knocking. He never knocked anymore. He just sorta barged in whenever he wanted.

All of his willpower went into not beaming like a fool as she moved her focus from her computer to him. And then he noticed the small wrapped box sitting innocently on her desk, and a smile appeared on her face. "What's this?" He grinned, walking towards the table to investigate. He picked up the box and glanced over at Y/N, waiting for her reaction.

"Why don't you open it and see?" She replied, leaning back in her chair with amusement written all over her face.

The excitement was evident in his eyes. "Okay..." He carefully tore the paper, careful not to accidentally rip the packaging the gift came in, and he gasped loudly when he took the item out. "No way! You actually got me a Bumblebee toy?"

In addition to that car, she pulled another box from one of her drawers and handed it to him, and he eagerly ripped the wrapping off with the same enthusiasm as the last. "And Smokescreen?" He looked from the car in his hand to Y/N, his eyes shining. He could barely contain his happiness.

She knew that Smokescreen was his second favourite even though he never explicitly told her. He'd just gush about how cool it was that that particular transformer looked like his racing car and she knew. It was a very educated guess. And one that clearly paid off.

Getting up and resting against the bit of desk that was next to where he was standing, she explained, "I was going to give you them tomorrow, but we've got a long journey and you will most definitely get bored. Soo... did I do good?"

He immediately jumped forward and threw his arms around her in a giant bear hug. She smiled fondly and wrapped her arms around him as he started rocking them side to side. "So good," he murmured quietly into her neck, still clutching her tightly against him.

When he finally released Y/N, his mother stood behind him, smiling brightly at the two of them. Liz was almost always smiling, but seeing her son and Y/N together was adorable. The two were practically attached at the hip, that was clear to see. But seeing the way that she looked at him, like he was all she ever needed in the whole world, filled his mother's heart with warmth.

"Don't think I forgot about you Liz. My parents sent me this fancy bottle of wine that I haven't opened yet, want to split it with me at his race tomorrow?"

Liz smiled wider and nodded her head excitedly. "Absolutely!"

Chapter 12: Daytona