#so i'm leaving that conversation open to those who are who would like to chime in

[lazyjellyfish300]

Can I request "watching a horror movie with Peter B. Parker"? 😳

Reader loves horror movies but Pete invites her over without knowing that

HIII. Sure, love! 🫶🏽 Wasn't sure if you meant to submit this as a SMAU request, since this idea seems to be more suited for a fic. My fic requests technically aren't open rn but since there is scarce material for Peter B., I will make ur dreams come true 🎃

I will open my requests for the entire month of October too as like a Flufftober thing so stay tuned for more information about that. 🖤

a horror movie night with peter b. 🎥🍿🎃🕸️🔪

CW: X FEM!READER, TAD SUGGESTIVE , MINORS DNI, DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD AND GORE, NAUSEA, KINDA GROSS. FLUFF AND CRACK. MINIMAL PROOFREAD.

WORDS: 2.6K 🔪

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer @spider-mon-de-parker @gltzpzy @pxtched

"Man, how are you about to have a Halloween movie marathon date night and no Halloween treats or decorations?!"

Margo Kess brings her fingertips together and leans forward, as though the absurdity of the situation was such that it required her full contemplation.

Peter B. quirked a brow, seemingly unable to grasp the seriousness of his offense.

"You're supposed to decorate?"

"Not supposed to, but you should." A new voice chimes in from around the corner.

Peter B. groans internally. He would be outnumbered this time. Enhanced spider hearing was both a blessing and a curse. And this time it leaned more towards a curse as it enabled the two spidergirls access to his private business.

2 versus 1.

Gwen saunters in, accompanied by a curious Pav.

Scratch that, make it three.

"It's kinda like returning your grocery cart in the parking lot. You won't get arrested if you don't do it. But it's a litmus test about whether or not you're a good citizen, or in this case a thoughtful boyfriend." Gwen hums.

Peter B. rakes his fingers through his hair, leaving the brown mop with flecks of silver disheveled.

"Oy vey, you ladies act like I'm not even going to feed the poor girl. I have snacks on the itinerary, you know this."

"Let me put it this way." Margo angles her clasped hands at Peter to lay down her point. "Your girlfriend is coming over to your apartment for the first time. Cool Ranch Doritos and Diet Coke isn't gonna cut it. And I say that as an individual who particularly appreciates those two things. Do you even have soap in your bathroom? Not counting the one you scrub your ass with in the shower? "

Peter groans, his mind suddenly plagued with an unchecked to do list of God knows how many items he was missing. And the movie date was to happen in t-minus 5 hours. He must have been out of the dating pool for longer than he thought.

But, they made a compelling point. Peter was crazy about you, and you deserved better than that. After a couple dates and a few intimate encounters that got a little bit, steamy, shall we say, your relationship was at a pivotal point. Teetering at the precipice between something serious and long lasting, or a fling that springs to a flame quickly but blows out with the winds of a couple fleeting months.

He sure hoped it was the former.

"We got you." Gwen assured, nudging his rib with her elbow. "Just give us your credit card and like... three hours?"

Pav strains his neck into the conversation. "I am correct in making the assumption that pumpkin spice flavored beverages and cake pops will be part of this excursion?"

Gwen sighs. "Yes, Pav."

Margo nods. "Yeah, you know, we could use your attention to detail, Pav."

Pav clenches his fist victoriously and Peter sweats a little bit for his financial stability by the end of this.

----

Peter can't recognize his living room as it's been transformed from head to toe into one of those rooms straight off some girl's Pinterest board entitled, "fall bucket list <3 🎃"

Festive orange candy corn and purple cauldron lights are strewn around his TV and from the ceiling to the floor, secured discreetly by spider webbing. His entertainment center is decked out in ghost shaped tea lights, casting decorative shadows on his empty walls. A large candle is burning on his coffee table that smells like a cinnamon pumpkin exploded in an apple orchard in the heart of October during a rain storm. Next to the candle is a large charcuterie board with assorted fruits, cheeses, crackers, and deli meats arranged to look like a spooky graveyard, next to a large tub of freshly popped popcorn with a mummy on it.

"The socks were all Pav's idea." Gwen hums in approval as she stands in front of her, Margo, and Pav's handiwork. Pav nods his head in acknowledgement, mouth full of a generous swig of his fall blended coffee drink in one hand with a half eaten cake pop in the other.

Peter notices the jack o'lantern print socks for him and the witches striped socks for you sitting next to some Frankenstein decorative throw pillows, along with an extra large plush throw blanket with black cats dressed up as trick or treaters, big enough for two people to snuggle underneath.

"Oh and do not forget to give her this!!" Margo holds out a spooky basket stuffed to the brim with all your favorite things straight out of a Target Halloween aisle.

"Hold on a sec, Burt's Bees, perfume, Ulta gift card...how much did you guys spend??"

"The pizza will be here in 10 minutes." Gwen checks her watch.

"Wait-hold on..." Peter B. is extremely particular about his pizza toppings.

"Oh, and we made some improvements to your bathroom. So it should be girlfriend-friendly." Margo shivers as she recollects the sad state of affairs they found it in before the trio waved their magic wands.

"Guys-"

Ding dong.

"Ope, that's her. Time to skaddadle. Anyways, good luck Pete!" Gwen webs to the outside window in the blink of an eye, Margo giving him the farewell salute close behind.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't dooo!" Pav calls in a sing-song voice before he's already gone as well.

Nothing like being thrown out a window without a parachute huh?

Peter straightens up and walks to the door.

Here goes freaking nothing.

He opens it and there you are, donning a comfortable crew neck Halloween sweater and eccentric earrings to match, a pan of brownies in hand.

Suddenly, the price tag of his Halloween apartment remodel is completely irrelevant.

You flash him a gorgeous smile. "Hi Pete."

"Hi, honey..." His lips spread into a charming grin. "Come on in."

You hand him the brownies and walk in, oxygen discarded in the entryway when you see the decked out, cozy movie setup for your date.

His apartment smells divine, first of all, and second of all, his living room looks like something straight out of your ideal version of a movie night if you could have planned it from scratch in your head.

It pulls you in like a freshly baked cinnamon roll with pumpkin cream cheese frosting with a blanket around your shoulders. You might just end up spending the night at this rate. You look over at Peter who's lost in your beauty like usual.

"All this for us? You shouldn't have, Pete! It's perfect."

"Y-yeah, hah. It was nothing, really. Just a little something. Wanted it to be festive, you know since it's Halloween and October and all."

He tried to play it off. You smile as he sets the pan of brownies down, almost catching his hoodie sleeve on fire on the giant candle in the process.

You weren't born yesterday. Peter must have some really sharp coworkers or something that did all this for him. He didn't seem like one with a knack or ability to be this elaborate. But, he was thoughtful, you'd give him that. He really was a man you hoped to be with for a long long time. And this Halloween date night, even if it was brought to you by the goodwill of the pumpkin fairy, you appreciated the gesture all the same.

"Make yourself at home." Peter gestures to the couch. The tense feeling in his muscles departs the moment you lean against his chest with a sigh.

"I missed you babe."

"I missed you, honey." He smiles, running a finger down the side of your face.

"What's this?" You take notice of the conspicuous Halloween gift basket and matching socks.

"Oh-those are for us." Peter leans forward, handing you your pair of socks. "And this is for you..." He hands you the spooky gift basket.

Your smile spreads wider and wider across your face as you unwrap each item. Who gives a damn if the pumpkin fairy was responsible? Nobody's ever done anything like this for you.

"Pete....you're so sweet. Thank you."

"No problem, beautiful."

Your gaze moves to one another's lips, both of your eyelids inadvertently becoming heavier when your eyes meet his.

"Um-" the apples of Peter's cheeks bloom a little red as he takes the remote hastily in his hand. "Let's get started, shall we?"

You nod, looking down with a smile as you shifted to get more comfortable on the couch, leaning snug against his chest, both feet tucked in your brand new socks and underneath the fuzzy edges of the Halloween blanket. There would be plenty of time for some action later.

"Why don't you choose the movie, honey?" Peter hands you the remote.

Honored with the power in your hand he was relinquishing over to you, you take it with a smile and begin to scroll through your options on his flat screen TV.

Peter kicks his feet up leisurely, already making a sizeable dent in the popcorn bucket. The doorbell rings again, signaling the arrival of the pizza.

—-

When Peter sets the plates of two generous slices for each of you on the coffee table with bottled root beers, he is a little surprised to discover the option you landed on while he was gone.

"Oh, what's this?"

"Psychological horror." You hum nonchalantly ,snuggling next to him and taking a large bite of the pizza, melted cheesy goodness warming your belly.

"I heard it's really good. It won an Oscar for the special effects, I heard."

"Ohh."

Peter gulps. He wasn't expecting you to make such a...bold choice for the first movie. You look up at him with those adorable big eyes of yours, a little bit of pizza sauce staining the corner of your mouth.

Well what was he going to do? Tell you no? Reveal that he's actually a huge pussy when it comes to scary movies? When he invited you over for movie night, he was expecting Tim Burton level horror. Not this hard core stuff.

Well, once again, here goes nothing.

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Movie number one is done, and Peter already knows he's having fucking nightmares tonight. It's gonna take a prescription of an episode of Friends, maybe 2 episodes of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air to cleanse his system before he can comfortably fall asleep, just to be safe.

And there you are, happy as a clam.

"That was crazyyyy don't you think??" You turn to him with an enthusiastic smile.

"Uh, yeah it was...it was something alright, honey."

Peter's white as a ghost, but miraculously you seem to remain unaware of his struggling state, possibly thanks to the dim light, as the sun has set below the horizon for quite some time now.

"Can we watch one more?" You ask, sitting up to help yourself to a brownie.

"Um..."

And once again, what is Peter to do?

"Sure we can, honey."

"Yay!"

Peter feels like he might have a little bit of hope as you start looking at some older films. Those cheesy horror movies could probably be much more manageable.

"This one!"

But oh no, he's not getting off the hook so easily. His heart sinks to his stomach as he realizes he's in for another long ride.

You chose some 80s slasher film. And yes, while it has that corny nature of old horror movies, there is no shortage of gore. Blood spurts everywhere, guts flying across the screen. It's detailed and it's quite violent.

Oh here we go...

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About an hour in and Peter feels himself turn a sickly shade of green.

This time, it's more obvious as you notice Peter seems to be fighting for his life next to you. He isn't digging the horror flick as much as you thought.

"Babe, you okay?" You look up at him, the expression on his face slightly unclear, as the glow of the TV's flicker shadows his face a bit.

He turns to look down at you tucked under his arm. "Y-yeah. I'm good, honey."

He gives your shoulder a squeeze but he's not winning an Oscar for his acting anytime soon. He chokes back a gag when the masked killer slices one of the character's throat and a blood squirt shoots up like a volcano of forbidden fruit punch.

"You don't like these?" You ask, raising a concerned brow.

"Well..." Peter winces as he watches the fake red sea of viscous blood fill up the screen as the killer held up the decapitated head.

"Not particularly, I mean..."

The guts on screen begin to look like his pizza toppings. Peter B.'s appetite flies out of the window quicker than the beginnings of his hairline at age 28.

"Yeah n-no, not really..." He chokes back a wretch.

"Oh Pete!"

You pause the movie, leaning over and turning on the lamp on the table next to the arm of the couch. Peter's discomfort is much more clear to you now as he leaned over, holding his stomach.

"Peter, why didn't you tell me you disliked horror films??"

"Why didn't you tell me you liked them?" He takes a deep breath, leaning over and laying his head on your chest.

You play with his hair, reclining back until you position your head on a pillow, his nausea slowly disappearing with each steady, calm thrum of your heart in your chest next to his ear.

"Silly man, I thought we were having a scary movie night." You tease softly, kissing his hair, subtle notes of his shampoo and Old Spice. The familiar scent of your boyfriend you've come to know and love.

"I was expecting Beetlejuice scary at most..." Peter scoffs, looking up at you, flashing you those most adoring, chocolate brown eyes. Sweeter than any Halloween candy on the shelves.

"Baby." You sniff air through your nose, shaking your head. "I love all that horror shit, but you should have told me." You smile, the feeling of his blunt stubble tickling the palm of your hand, his gaze liquifying as you caressed his face with your caring touch.

"We can watch something silly so you can fall asleep."

"Mm..." Peter's eyes close. If he was a cat, he would be purring. You smile, continuing to tangle your hands softly in his messy hair. He was so damn handsome, and you just wanted this Halloween movie night to end on a good note for you both. "Thanks, sweetheart." He sighs deeply.

He turns his chin, his hands finding purchase underneath your sweater, the heat from his bare palms cascading all up and down your body as he silently watched some 90s reruns with you, eyelids weighing heavier and heavier as the late hour dragged past midnight.

"Stay with me tonight?" He asks softly, some time later, sitting up and leaning over you so his body is pressing directly into yours, groaning, and your lips parting slightly as you took in the sight of him on top of you. A bit of that suppressed tension that was bottled up from earlier was fighting to be released at last.

"I don't wanna impose, Pete..."

The ending of your sentence fades into a muffled moan of surrender when he starts leaving slow, tantalizing kisses in a coaxing row on your jaw.

"You can sleep in my bed..." He whispers. "We don't need to do anything you're not comfortable with, baby..."

He kisses you gently, at long last. "Just stay with me, sweetheart. I don't want you going home alone this late..."

You gaze up at him, a sea of putty underneath him.

"Please?" He wiggles his brow in that adorably goofy manner that had you biting your lip.

"Okay, Peter."

You smile, your eyes screwing shut once again when his lips connected promptly with yours, sweeping you up into his awaiting arms, tucking you into one of his hoodies and pajama pants before he fell asleep with you cuddled in his arms.

Nightmares kept at bay thanks to your loving presence. Halloween couple's movie night a spookily romantic success.

[laurapalmerz]

i think we as a society should talk about audrey more. next to shelly and laura, she's one of the most mischaracterized throughout the entire show. an endlessly fascinating case of existing often just as ship material or stripped down to aesthetics instead of exploring the rather horrendous abuse that she and her brother have faced living in the horne household.

the fact that her father plays a pivotal role for a while in terms of her self worth is really depressing, especially given she doesn't receive much attention from him in the first place. her jealously of laura stealing the attention away from him at parties also foreshadows a lot of what she'll go on to experience as she gets older. it was unfounded, since it wasn't as though he was favoring laura as a "daughter" over audrey, but was attracted to her from that moment onward (as we find out in laura's diary when she's eventually hired at one eyed jacks). this lack of attention and care toward her might explain why she behaves the way she does and has a tendency to seek out comfort in the arms of older men (see her attraction to cooper and that one guy she eventually gets with, jack? i think his name is?). her family despises her. not a lot of people take her seriously. she's ignored and shoved off until she enters one eyed jacks and is used as leverage as blackmail against her father, who nearly has sex with her unknowingly. it breaks her further to know that her father had a relationship with laura, that it was potentially him that could've killed her (before her real killer is revealed) all because she was going to expose his secrets rightfully. there's layers of complexity to her that people blatantly ignore because "uwu aesthetic!! she's SO lana del ray coded". i cannot tell you how many times i've perused youtube edits or amv's of twin peaks and seen audrey set to songs by lana del ray (who is a known zionist and racist). one of which being "lolita" which just makes me wanna vomit because that song misses the ENTIRE point of the novel but that's a discussion for another day. she's not two-dimensional, her struggles are just as valid as laura's and she deserves to be respected as a character. she's not a sex symbol, she's not an aesthetic, she's a girl who just wanted to be loved by her father, but ended up in the margins as he sought power and relationships with underage girls at a business he and his brother ran off to the side illegally. no one loves her, and thus she acts out, even though she doesn't want to.

[birchleavesdawn]

Bitter Taste

Fromis_9 Saerom x Jo Yuri x m!Reader 4.2k words Warning: Watersports, Food play Authors notes: Fulfilling a couple of pretty old requests. The first one is a bit of a vague request and I don't really know what someone would be looking for for that so I hope this story is different enough. This will have at least a part 2 as I like the characters and already have the next part completely mapped out. Will see about anything beyond that. There is also a few easter eggs related to the title of the fic (song) in there, if you know the song maybe you'll catch them.

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Another night on your phone. Eyes exhausted from having the same empty conversations over and over, just for the tiny chance of spending a boring night with someone you'd never see again. Your finger tapped on the same apps you did every time, hoping it would be different, but knowing it would be the same.

Enough of this.

*Ring*... *Ring*...

"Hello?"

"Hey Captain. You busy tonight?"

"Why? Did daddy's luck run out on his dating apps? I knew it wouldn't be long before I was hearing from you again." You could hear her grin through the phone.

"I'm tired of those girls. I just keep swiping, I need something new."

"Well, I'm working right now but I get off in an hour. Why don't you pretty yourself up and come meet me here. I know how we can have a little fun."

*Click*

Saerom was a bit of a wild card. She had gotten you to try many things you would never have even thought possible on your nights together. You couldn't begin to guess what she had in mind, but you were looking forward to something, anything different.

She texted you the address, it was one you recognized and It wasn't very far. After a quick shower, you put on something nice and headed down. A short walk and a couple minutes on the subway and you were there.

Sweet Indulgence Adult Ice Cream 19+

So she was working at an ice cream place now? You wondered what the 19+ meant. Maybe they sold alcohol? The bell chimed as you entered the shop. Saerom was leaning behind the counter on her phone.

"Oh! Hey there handsome. I'll be with you in a minute." She smiled and walked into the back room.

You took a seat near the front, deciding to wait there for her return, taking a chance to size the place up. It was small but not too small. There were three tables in the middle of the floor and two booths on the left wall. A glass counter ran through the middle of the room, filled with various flavors of ice cream. Basically it looked like any standard ice cream shop, with the only difference being the big "19+" written next to the milkshakes on the menu.

Yea must be alcohol. You thought.

That's when you noticed Saerom's coworker pop up from below the cash register. A short girl with shimmering blonde hair tucked neatly into her hairnet. Large, expressive eyes and a smile that was warm and inviting. She looked cute. Like a puppy. "Yuri" was written on her name tag. You watched her, hard at work, unsure if she was even aware of your presence.

Saerom reemerged a few moments later, walking to the door, pulling the blinds shut and flipping the open sign to closed. She whispered something to the other girl who then promptly disappeared into the back where Saerom had just come from. Saerom then made her way over to you. You stood up from your chair to meet her. Without saying a word she grabbed your face and licked firmly up the side of your cheek before growling quietly in your ear. She lifted up her white tank top and flashed you her breasts, before pushing them into your chest. You could feel her erect nipples poking you through your shirt. They probably spent a lot of time like that in such a cold place like this.

"Wow I guess we're getting right into it?"

"You have no idea how badly I want you right now." She grabbed your crotch and gave it a firm squeeze.

"But..."

She let go of your crotch and pulled her shirt back down. Leaving you confused.

"I thought we could play with Yuri tonight. She's pretty cute right?" Saerom said

You turned to look towards the back, the young blonde girl was now standing there, a bright smile on her face, wearing a frilly white apron with nothing on underneath. Her perky breasts were on display, along with a clean shaven slit that peeked out from below the bottom. Her legs were slender and shapely. You turned back to Saerom, who had a big grin on her face.

"So, what do you say?"

"Well she seems pretty excited and you know I'm not one to disappoint a lady. Especially one that looks like that."

"Great, then pick a flavor and Yuri is going to begin preparing our milkshakes."

"Chocolate cookies looks good."

Saerom nodded to Yuri.

Yuri spun around, revealing her perfectly plump backside. You caught Saerom staring out the corner of your eye, her mouth open, a lustful gaze. You really couldn't blame her, Yuri's body was incredible.

Yuri bent over the freezer, sticking her ass out as far as she could, and pulled out the tub of chocolate cookies ice cream, before carrying it into the back.

Saerom approached you once again, now fixated on the tightness on display in the front of your trousers. She breathed hot air into your ear while playfully biting your lobe. Her hands going for your belt.

"I'll make this quick. But don't worry, this is just a taste of what's to come." She winked.

Saerom wasted no time. She dropped to her knees, pulling down your pants and underwear, exposing your stiff and twitching member to the cool air. She took your head between her lips. She bobbed her head, quickly and forcefully, sucking hard while swirling her tongue. Your hands reached down to hold her, feeling her silky black hair slide through your fingers. You moaned softly, watching her move her head, sliding her glistening lips up and down your cock. The sloppy sounds of her movements were only outdone by the soft moans she was making as she worked. She knew exactly what you liked.

"READY!"

You heard Yuri shouting from the back. And once again Saerom let go of you, your shaft slick with her saliva, now feeling exceptionally exposed to the frigid air. She rose and straightened herself out.

"We'll finish later. For now let's enjoy our shakes."

"You're really just going to leave me like this?"

"Of course!"

Saerom motioned to the back.

You walked in after her, following her lead. The back of the store also looked like any ordinary ice cream parlor. Stacks of boxes labeled cups, spoons, bowls. The freezers and mixers sat along the far wall, a large refrigerator filled with various types of milk on your right, and a large steel door that clearly led to the walk-in freezer beside it. What caught your attention though was the floor to ceiling curtain that was hiding another part of the room. On one side of it, there was a steel chute that came from behind it and then led to the countertop where several milkshake glasses stood. Each one was filled to the brim with a thick, creamy shake.

"Grab your shake and give it a taste!" Saerom said excitedly.

"It should be that darker one there at the end."

You grabbed the shake she pointed to, and gave it a taste. The rich chocolate flavor was sweet and delicious. You hadn't expected ice cream to taste this good.

"Mmmm." You hummed, taking another sip.

"I like it."

"Like it?"

"Love it!"

Saerom laughed, pleased by your reaction.

"That's so good." You said, wiping a bit of it from your lip.

"I've never tasted anything quite like it. That bitter taste. Is that the alcohol?"

She looked confused. "What do you mean? There's no alcohol in this."

"Wait, really?"

"Of course not, silly. I wouldn't do that to you." She was now grinning ear to ear.

"So then, why did she call this the '19+' menu?"

"That's because of our secret ingredient."

Saerom motioned to the curtain.

"Would you like to see?"

Your curiosity piqued, you nodded.

She took hold of the curtain and drew it back, revealing the real reason for the 19+ on the menu. Yuri was knelt down on top of a small wooden platform with a thin mattress atop, her legs spread wide, her hands resting on her thighs. The steel chute that you had seen from the other side of the curtain, now entirely visible, was attached to the platform between Yuri's legs.

"I think you've figured out what's going on here, but why don't you let me show you anyway. Yuri, are you ready?"

"YES MISS SAEROM" Yuri shouted, her voice dripping with excitement.

"Now the girls who work here will often do this part on their own, but for the sake of the demonstration, I'm going to help her."

You watched as Saerom stepped forward and took Yuri's chin in her hand, leaning in and planting a passionate kiss on her soft lips.

"I'm going to make you feel really good." She whispered in her ear, before taking a step back and slapping her ass.

Yuri yelped. "Thank you Miss Saerom."

Saerom then climbed up onto the platform and moved behind Yuri, squatting down. She pulled Yuri's ass up to meet her face, spreading her cheeks and sticking her tongue inside.

"Mmmmm." Yuri moaned, closing her eyes.

Saerom's tongue danced around inside Yuri's asshole. Spreading her spit and getting her ready. After a few moments, she stopped and stood up.

"I can still taste the chocolate cookies ice cream you asked for. Good choice!"

Saerom reached forward and grabbed a spoon and a small white tub off the shelf in front of her, opening it and placing it on the platform next to Yuri's leg.

"We're going with classic vanilla for this one."

She then scooped out a spoonful of the ice cream and smeared it on her finger, pressing it against Yuri's rear, and then pushing her finger inside with the ice cream.

"Hnnng" Yuri groaned.

Saerom continued, working her finger deeper and deeper inside Yuri's asshole until she had the whole thing buried. She then slid it out slowly, letting her anus tighten around it.

"How does that feel?" She asked.

"Mmmmmm" Yuri responded, unable to manufacture any words.

"Yuri is really sensitive. It's how she's able to produce so many drinks over the course of a day."

Saerom scooped another glob of ice cream, pressing it into Yuri's asshole. Once again pushing her finger inside.

She repeated the process a couple more times before deciding that that would be enough. Yuri was starting to tremble now, her body beginning to shake as the effects of the ice cream began to take hold.

"How are you doing, baby girl?"

"I'm doing good, Miss Saerom." Yuri whimpered.

The ice cream had already begun to melt from Yuri's asshole, coating her pussy and running down the back of her thighs before being collected by the chute below her. Saerom dipped her finger in the melted liquid, bringing it to her mouth and giving it a taste.

"Mmm. Just right." She said.

She then turned her attention to Yuri's cunt, rubbing her fingers over her folds.

"And what's going on down here. Is it time yet?"

"Yes... Miss Saerom, I think so."

She gave her lips another pass over before sliding her fingers inside, eliciting a low moan from Yuri. She then removed her fingers and brought them up to her own mouth, savoring another taste of her favorite girl.

"You taste delicious, Yuri. Like a little angel. So sweet and pure."

"Thank you Miss Saerom."

Saerom then turned her attention to you.

"Why don't you come up and get yourself a taste straight from the source?"

She motioned for you to approach. You eagerly climbed up onto the platform and crawled behind Yuri, her beautiful ass and pussy now just inches from your face. Her sweet smell was intoxicating.

"Come on, take a bite." Saerom encouraged.

You reached out, taking hold of Yuri's ass cheeks, squeezing them together and spreading them apart, the melted ice cream having left them looking glossy and inviting. You stuck out your tongue and licked along her crack. You could feel her body twitch slightly at your touch. You followed the trail of vanilla down the curve of her ass, the smooth skin sliding under your tongue. She tasted amazing. You pressed your tongue to her cunt, licking the melted ice cream from her lips before finally sliding your tongue inside. Her pussy was warm and offset the cold of the ice cream. The taste was even better than her asshole.

"That's it. Get nice and deep." Saerom cooed. One of her hands had found its way into the front of her pants, she was visibly getting off to the sight of you tongue fucking her baby girl.

You pushed your tongue deeper into Yuri's pussy, feeling her clench and squirm. You danced your tongue around inside her, her moans growing louder.

"Ahhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhh." Yuri had become a whimpering mess.

Saerom reached her free hand down and rubbed Yuri’s clit. Yuri's hips began to rock and sway as she fucked your face.

"I'm gonna cum, Miss Saerom."

Yuri's breathing was labored, her moans desperate. You felt her pussy clamp down on your tongue. Her legs were shaking, losing their ability to hold her weight. Before you knew it a stream of her nectar was pouring out of her, filling your mouth, splashing all over your cheeks and running down your chin then collecting in the chute between her legs.

"Good job, baby girl. That was wonderful." Saerom praised her. "Look how much we got!"

She ran her hand through Yuri's hair and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"You were a perfect little angel for our guest."

"Thank you Miss Saerom."

Saerom turned to you, seeing the mess Yuri had made on your face, a look of pride washing over her.

"Here, let me help you clean that up."

Saerom pulled you close and licked your face clean. Taking her time to lap up every last drop.

"Mmmm." She moaned. "God it tastes so good."

You could feel her hot breath on your face. She kissed your cheek, while her hand returned to your crotch, massaging your cock through the fabric.

"Alright I've waited long enough. It's my turn now."

She didn't wait for a response, instead she threw you down onto the mattress next to Yuri, who was still recovering from her orgasm.

"Clothes off. Now." She commanded.

You hastily pulled off your shirt, throwing it to the floor. Your pants and underwear following.

"That's it. You're always so good."

"Now get over here on your knees. I want you to look into my eyes the whole time... or so help me..."

She pulled down her skirt and kicked off her panties. Her pussy looked so inviting, juices had already begun leaking down her thighs. You wasted no time, crawling over and stopping before her feet.

"Wait. No touching yet. I've been holding this in all night."

You sat there obediently, your cock painfully hard. Saerom took a step towards you and lowered her folds to your face, an intoxicating scent of lilac and yearning emanating. Grabbing your hair with both hands, she tilted your head back, forcing your mouth open and giving herself full access.

Suddenly a warm stream hit your tongue, catching you by surprise. You made sure to keep your gaze locked with hers just as she directed, disobeying her when she was like this would only spell bad news for you.

Her golden liquid flooded your mouth. You swallowed as fast as you could but the stream was relentless. The pressure causing it to spill out over your chin, down your chest and falling onto your twitching member. You could feel her fluids warming you on the inside and out.

It tasted like heaven, sweet and bitter and everything in between. She looked down at you, satisfied. 

"Drink up, baby." She said between hitched breaths, her grip on your hair tightening.

She finally ran out and lifted herself from your face, leaving your mouth and nose drenched. She licked the sweat from her lips, taking a moment to admire her work.

"Fuck!" She exhaled.

She ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back out of her face.

"Look at the mess we've made. Tsk Tsk. You know I can't have you inside me all filthy like that."

Saerom stepped over and sat next to Yuri, who had managed to sit herself up and had been enjoying the show.

"Yuri, darling, could you do me a favor and clean our friend's cock for me? But do not let him cum."

"Of course Miss Saerom."

She got to work immediately. Her eyes grew wide at the thought of tasting Saerom's juices on you. She wrapped her small, soft hand around the base of your cock and gave it a firm squeeze.

"It's so big! And the smell..." She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "It's so good!"

She licked her lips, before leaning in and taking the tip of your shaft into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around, coating your head with her saliva. You let out a quiet groan. After the blue balls you'd been getting all night, the mere contact from her mouth was almost enough to push you over the edge already.

Saerom was clearly enjoying the show, a satisfied smile on her face. She leaned in and whispered something in Yuri's ear. Yuri's eyes lit up again. She nodded and went back to her task, wrapping her lips tightly around your shaft.

"Now that's a good girl."

The way she looked down at Yuri with such adoration, such pride, it was enough to make your heart melt. You could tell she cared for her deeply.

Yuri continued, bobbing her head up and down your shaft, her tongue working furiously to clean you. She was making quite a mess with her spit leaking down her chin. She didn't seem to care one bit.

Saerom leaned in and kissed Yuri on the forehead.

"That's enough, my sweet."

Yuri released your cock with a wet pop. Your shaft now absolutely coated in her drool.

Saerom turned her attention to you. "I think you've earned a reward, don't you?"

You nodded, the ache in your loins was getting completely unbearable.

"Go on then. Come and take it."

Saerom lay back and spread her legs, showing off her glistening pink slit. You crawled between her legs, and pressed your tip against her opening.

"That's it. Don't hold back."

That was all you needed to hear. Those words producing a feral response deep inside you. You thrust your hips forward, burying your cock inside her, causing a gasp to escape her lips. You were on top of her, your body moving entirely on instinct. Hands grabbing at her thighs, pulling her close, trying to get deeper. You could feel her nails digging into your back, her teeth on your neck. The sounds of her moans were enough to drive you crazy.

"Ah.. f.." She bit down on your shoulder, her moans muffled, unable to get any words out.

Your thrusts were growing more erratic and less controlled. You were both losing yourselves. The tension inside her was building. She clung to you, her arms wrapped around you tightly and her breath hot on your neck. Her walls were pulsating, clenching around your shaft . You could feel her orgasm approaching.

"Aaaah." She cried out, her eyes rolling back. "I'm going to ..."

"Fucking do it then." You growled. The feeling of her pussy spasming around you. You kept the pace steady and guided Saerom through her orgasm. Her body shaking and trembling beneath you.

"God damn you're beautiful." You whispered. "But I’m not done. Ready to go again?"

She summoned the last remnants of her strength to offer you a delicate nod.

You rolled her over flat on her stomach and pulled her thighs together, placing your knees on either side. You admired the sight of her glistening backside for a moment, the sweat beading down from her ass and her shoulders before coming to a rest in the small of her back. You took a fistful of each of her cheeks to support yourself, before slowly tracing one long line up the length of her back with your tongue. The saltiness of her sweat paired well with the bitterness of her piss that still lingered in your mouth.

"Ah..." She gasped, shivering as a reaction to the surprise sensation.

You pressed the tip of your cock against her asshole, feeling her muscles clench. You plunged forward, the pressure giving way and the head of your shaft slipping inside. She let out a loud gasp as you slid deeper, continuing until your hips met hers.

You began to thrust, her ass was clenching around you. The wet slap of your skin on hers filling the air. She was gripping the mattress with everything she had left, causing her knuckles to turn white. You picked up the pace, feeling her insides stretch around you. You reached under and took hold of her breast, squeezing and pulling at her nipple. She let out a low moan as you continued to pound her.

"Fuck me harder." She panted, her voice strained.

You did as you were told. Thrusting faster and harder, slamming her into the mattress. She was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath you. Her voice growing louder, the sounds escaping her becoming increasingly animalistic. She was reaching her limits.

"Fuck. That's it. Make sure you cum inside me."

Her body was tensing up, the pressure inside her growing. You could feel her muscles contracting around your shaft, gripping you like a vice. You could tell she was going to burst at any second. You picked up the pace. Thrusting even harder. You wanted her to explode.

Saerom's whole body began to shake. You could see the strain on her face. You continued to fuck her. You couldn't stop. She was cumming. Her whole body convulsed, her screams echoing off the walls. You continued to pound her, driving her body into the mattress, not letting up. She was lost in the throes of pleasure. The orgasm had completely consumed her.

Her voice was hoarse. You couldn't tell if she was even making any sounds anymore. She had stopped moving, her eyes rolled back and her body limp. You continued to pound her ass, until your own release finally came. You let out a loud growl and thrust forward one final time, burying yourself as deep inside her as you possibly could. You could feel the warmth of your seed flooding her insides, the excess spilling out onto her aching pussy.

Saerom lay there motionless, but breathing heavily. You could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her body. You gently pulled out, releasing your hold on her and letting her fall back down flat on her stomach.

You collapsed beside her, panting, both of you completely spent. The next thing you knew, Yuri was standing above you, smiling. She handed you each a glass of water, which you happily accepted and chugged it down.

"Thank you Yuri. You've been wonderful."

She simply smiled and bowed.

"Well, I suppose we should clean up and be on our way." Saerom said, having partially come back to her senses. “As much as we’d all like to sit here for a while, it’s getting late.”

"Yes. It's quite late and we have a busy day tomorrow." Yuri chimed in.

"By the way, I promised Yuri that you would take her home tonight. I'll tidy up here, why don't you two get going. I don't want to keep Yuri up any longer than necessary."

"Ahh.. what?"

"Don't worry, you've already made her cum so she shouldn't be any trouble. Plus she can make herself useful. Now shoo. Get dressed and get out of here."

Saerom and Yuri dressed while you did the same. Once everyone was presentable, you took Yuri and headed for the door. As you walked out, Yuri handed you a new shake in a to-go cup.

"This is the one we just made together!"

"I can't wait to taste it." You replied, smiling.

You held her hand and walked her home. You enjoyed the silence, not saying much on the way, but enjoying each other's company.

When you finally arrived back at your place, you unlocked the door and motioned Yuri in, following close behind. You both kicked off your shoes and made your way into the kitchen, where you put the milkshake down on the counter.

"I only have one bed, but it's pretty big. I'm assuming that after tonight you won't mind sharing one anyway. You go on in, 2nd door on the right, I need to find a spot in the freezer for this milkshake."

You watched Yuri walk away, admiring the way her hips swayed, before heading over to the freezer. You placed the shake in empty corner and shut the door. You then made your way to the bedroom. Despite only being about 30 seconds behind her, she was already fast asleep on your bed. You made sure she had enough blankets before crawling into bed next to her. A moment later, you were also fast asleep.

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"And who are you to judge him? It's not like you've tried to get to know him. You guys just don't know him like I do,"

"I don't get it" Rachel says to herself, staring at the couple. You're sitting on the island while Jason's head is buried in the fridge looking for another brew.

"Get what?" Gar chimes in, following where Rachel's gaze was at. "Jason and Y/N? What about them?", he quietly asks, not wanting the lovebirds to overhear their conversation.

"Yeah, I think I'm improving, but I still can't get the landing right," you say to Jason as he pops the cap off of the beer he finally finds. He replies with a simple hum of acknowledgement while taking a swig.

"He's so..." Rachel starts, trying to look for the right words to describe him. "Rude? Self-absorbed? He's not even listening to what Y/n's saying," she whispers back to Gar, finally turning away from the two.

Gar tilts his head to the side. "I don't know... They've been together for a good few months now, right? We don't see them together that often, we don't know how they're like," he tries to reason.

Rachel scoff, sitting on the couch. "That's another reason why he's a bad boyfriend. We never see them around. Does he not like showing off that they're together? Jason being a cocky-ass person, he's the kind of person to flaunt around his partner."

Rachel turns back to where you and Jason were standing just to see the two of you were gone as she scoffs once more.

Gar opens his mouth to speak once more as Kori and Dawn enters the room.

"What are we talking about?" Kori asks.

"Jason being an asshole of a boyfriend," Rachel almost laughs.

"How so?" Dawn questions.

"How could you not see?" Kori says. "Jason's always brushing Y/n off, blunt, short replies, puts missions before them, he's hardly ever acknowledging their presence," She laughs, listing all of Jason's flaws as a partner.

"I guess I've never really notice..." Dawn says, unsure.

~Meanwhile~

"Jesus, you drive me crazy," Jason says, his voice low, grinning at you like a school girl with her crush.

You're on his lap, hands cradling his face, his hands on your ass with a firm grip. You're placing soft kisses all over his face, a quick break from the hungry make-out session you both were so busy with.

Your soft kisses trail away from his face, down his jaw and onto his neck, kisses and nibbling all over. Biting a certain spot, Jason lets out a quiet gasp along with a held back whimper.

You let out a light chuckle while continuing to pepper kisses on his neck.

"I liked that," You softly say, kissing against the same spot. "Do it again," you teased.

Jason groaned. "You're trying to kill me, babe," he complains as he captured your lips against his once more.

You sighed in content, breaking the kiss and leaving another lingering kiss on his forhead.

"Don't let them get to your head, love," You tell him quietly. The both of you are well aware that the other Titans (maybe except Gar) don't see why you would date Jason. You're kind and considerate while Jason is... Jason. Jason has told you many times that he wants to be taken seriously by the other members, hence his cold demeanour. And along with those explanations, came affectionate apologies of him spending all his free time alone with you in either his or your room, cuddling, kissing, properly listening to your rants and more.

"They're right though," his reply is delivered rough and raspy, a change of voice that indicates to you that he's upset.

You sigh, arms wrapping around his neck, burying your face in his meck, breathing in his distinct scent of faint alcohol and strong cologne.

"No they're not," you say, just above a whisper. "I get it, Jay. You want to prove yourself. But you don't have to prove yourself to me. Okay? You're more than enough for me," One of your hands move down, grabbing hold of his own hand, bringing it up to your lips for another gentle kiss as your other hands cup his cheek.

Jason sighs, leaning into, your touch. "I love you, okay, Jay?" He nods in reply.

"I..." He tries to say it too, but fails as his gaze shifts to the ceiling in guilt.

"Hey, hey. I told you. Only say it when you're ready, you don't have to force yourself to say it, Jay," I assure him. "Now," You move yourself off of him, bringing him down to lie with you as you rest your head on his chest. "You're supposed to tell me about this book you were reading," You remind him. He smiles once more, his arms wrapping around you happily as he starts ranting about his new book.

~

"You guys got it?" Dick confirms with the rest of the group, finishing up a debrief with the other Titans. Everyone nod and murmur 'yes's and 'yep's.

"Alright, everyone get to training," He says as he departs.

You turn to Jason excitingly. "You wanna train together, Jay? You can help me with the new move I was telling you about!"

"Not today. I'm gonna train with Gar," Jason replies.

"Ah, okay! Have fun, teach me some new stuff you learn, later, kay?" You reach up to his cheek, giving him a quick peck and a short "Love ya!"

He responds with a grunt and a nod and leaves you with a quick caress on ur cheek as he goes to one of the training rooms with Gar. Oh how much he wants to just pick you up and kiss you and hug you and hold you for all eternity.

Hank scoffs at Jason's reaction as he walks off. Donna shakes her head in disapproval as she followed along too. The other women in the room have their eyebrows furrowed, judging looks towards your boyfriend and crossed arms as they looked at you with a lovesick grin and heart eyes, watching your love walk away til he disappeared.

You quickly turn around, smiling at the rest of the members. "Any of you guys wanna train with me- what? What's with the looks?" You ask, confused.

"What's with your boyfriend?" Rachel hisses.

Your face scrunches in slight offence. "What about him?"

"Honey, he's..." Dawn starts to say though her words trail off.

"You can do better," Kori states, her hands landing on her hips.

You lightly scoff "Why's that," You say lowly, eyes narrowing, ready to defend Jason.

"Y/n..." Dawn speaks up. "We're just looking out for you. We just think you and Jason... Aren't the best match."

"We think Jason is selfish, rude and annoying, is what she was meant to say," Rachel said quietly, but loud enough for all of you to hear.

You roll your eyes. "And who are you to judge him? It's not like you've tried to get to know him. You guys just don't know him like I do," you barked, almost wanting to cry for Jason.

"Y/n, we just-" you cut Kori off by putting a hand uo, refraining her from continuing.

"No. No, no. You can talk to me when you find some respect for Jason." You coldly say as you walked away to train.

The girls looked at each other with disappointed and worried looks.

~

The team was on a mission that involved Deathstroke. It was wild and messy to the point where everyone was split up, and only some of the Titans returned back to the tower.

Jason is pacing around, alone in his room. He's covered in blood and bruises, but those don't matter to him right now. The only thing in his mind was

Where the fuck were you?

It's been two hours since he came back with Dick, Gar, Rachel and Donna but there were no signs of you coming back. Or of the others coming back he guesses. You're comms weren't working and you weren't answering his messages.

To piss him off more, Dick forbade him from going back out, knowing that Jason's impulsiveness would bring further damage.

"He's not even worried," Rachel says, sitting in the couch cleaning the blood of herself, noticing Jason's absence of worry.

"He could be?" Gar shouts from the kitchen, trying to reason again.

"Why are you even trying to defend him, we know how he is."

"He's our teammate, Rachel. We can't go off judging him if we don't know him that well," He says softly, trying not to get a rise out of the purple haired girl.

She scoffs and reply with whatever.

Dick and Donna walk into the room. "We got a message from Kori," Dick says. "The comms were breaking up but they're all safe."

Rachel and Gar sigh in relief.

Around half an hour later, you, Dawn, Hank and Kori finally return.

You're cracking your back and stretching your arms. Parts of your hero outfit is ripped and some of your blood that escaped your skin was dried and dirty and bruises littered your face, but you were always in a bright mood.

"She's finally back and bird brain isn't even running out," Rachel whispers to Gar as his shoulders sink.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna need a lie down for the rest of my life," You groan, cracking your neck.

Even from his room, Jason heard your voice as he rushed out and saw you there all battered up.

He heavily sighed in relief, running up to you, lifting you up. You lightly shriek at his sudden appearance, wrapping your legs around his waist, hands on his shoulders.

"You're okay... you scared me..thought you weren't coming back," he admits quietly, but as the other Titans stare silently in shock, especially Rachel, they heard him loud and clear.

Jason lets you down slowly and litters your face with kisses before pulling you in closer, attaching his lips to yours, finally not caring about the presence of the other members.

"Hello to you too," you giggle, leaving a kiss on his nose.

"You're hurt," he says, looking at your scrapped body.

"I'm okay, Jay," You reassure him. But he shakes his head, carries you bridal style.

"I need to patch you up," He says, giving you another kiss on the cheek before heading to his room.

"Okay, that just happened," Kori said in amusement.

"They're cuties, aren't they, Hank?" Dawn asks, looking up at the lover of her own.

Hank rolls his eyes and answers with an "I guess so" before they leave the room.

"So?..." Gar grins in success and amusement as he looks at Rachels shocked reaction.

She sighs and leans back against the couch.

"Yeah, yeah you're right, I was wrong. They are good for each other," She admits.

~

"In front of them too?" You question, sitting on Jason's bed as he wipes away any dried blood before patching you up.

"I don't care," He says, keaving you surprised. Jason patches up your last wound, giving it a kiss before getting up and cradling your face.  "Your safety is more important to me"

You lean into his touch, your hand coming up to hold his. He leans into you for a deep, passionate and long lasting kiss.

Breaking it, he leans his forhead against yours.

"I love you," He quietly but confidently say.

Your eyes brighten and you couldnt helo but break into a wide smile, feeling giddy like a kid receiving a oresent from Santa.

"I love you too"

[echoedcrosshairs]

Those Who Fight Together - part four

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female continued story with The Bad Batch in 3rd person 🖤Smut with a Plot series🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude language, Violence, Battle Wounds, PiV, Self pleasuring, Angsty Angst Crosshair,

Word Count: 6.5

18+ NSFW NO MINORS

Part 3 Part 5

Story Master List

Tech looked at you doing nervously, aware if he's suppose to display manners or kiss you like regular people do before their about to they leave. He fiddled with his googles taking a small gulp, opening and closing his mouth. He didn't like the feeling of not knowing what to do, he turned to unlatch the door when he felt you against his back and your hands on his chest.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Nothing, just wanted too. I'll try to be quick."

Both of you walked out with a clear path, everyone was probably with Hunter waiting. You felt a pit start in your stomach, everyone's mind was loud and you could tell it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation when you got there. You held your head up high and your change of clothing under your arm as you walked your way into the bathroom. As much as a warm shower sounded the best thing in the Galaxy right now, you turned on the cold water to try to quiet your own distracting thoughts. You've been in a lot of compromising situations but this was definitely for the books. You took the soap, scrubbing every inch of your body but taking special care to scrub your lower bits a second time around just in case. You could feel the anger starting to boil over, starting it's count down until things broke lose. You hurried to dry yourself but your hair refused to, you kept your towel around your shoulders so if any let left over water would have something to drip on.

Crosshair leaned against the wall with his hairs crossed, "Are we seriously considering this?"

"Do you have any better ideas?"

"Have the regs pick her up and go on our merry way towards the temple."

"I kinda enjoy having her around" Wrecker admitted, "plus when's the last time we had someone around who wasn't a reg?"

"We've never needed someone else around," Crosshair argued, "Why start now."

"We're the only GAR squad with out a Jedi, it would be beneficial to have one especially one who isn't like the rest," Echo chirped at him, logically still combing over the idea of having her stay with them.

"To add, her connection to the force would be beneficial to us out in the field and she's work outside the scope of the Jedi council so taboo matters wouldn't matter. She does have a plethora of knowledge that clone intelligence does not which would also benefit us," Tech chimed in.

"Plus it's just nice having a girl around," Wrecker added.

"I'm surprised the smell of your bunk hasn't kicked her off the ship."

"Hey it's not that bad!"

"Are we all in agreement then?" Hunter asked eyeing each of this brothers who gave a small nod except Crosshair.

"Fine," Crosshair said flipping up a toothpick and sticking it in his mouth, "but it's a bad idea."

"What's a bad idea?" You said stepping into the room.

"We want you to stay here," Wrecker said looking at everyone, "you would be very beneficial to the team," Wrecker said attempting to immaculate Tech who rolled his eyes and covered his face.

"Isn't me being here the problem?"

"What he was trying to convey is that we've come to almost unanimous decision that we want you to stay here with us permanently."

"Sith's hell, they want you to stay here to fuck all of us and be apart of this squad," Crosshair said switching out toothpicks.

"I—."

"Crudely putting it yes," Tech said standing up attempting to hide his nervous leg shake "It's rather late, I am going to turn in for the night."

"I didn't take you for the running away type."

"I am not, but given I've been awake since before the rest of you."

"You brought this up, you should be the one to see it through."

Tech jaw tighten and rubbed the side of his face, leave it to Crosshair to find his one embarrassing moment; "Yes it was my idea however if I remember correctly," he said raising his index finger, "which I do, just wanted to leave her on a nearby planet which seems hardly fair given it was us, namely yourself and Hunter, who put her in this position not the other way around."

"I haven't put her in any position unlike you," he flung the gnawed on toothpick at him.

"More than you'll ever do ," he said smacking away the toothpick midair, noticing the sound of aggravation and bitterness between him.

"At least Tech kisses better," you deliberately pointed at him, murderous rage boiling across his face.

"Thank you."

"Who says I was trying," sneer covered in his voice.

"Tech kissed her?" Wrecker said smacking his arm knocking him forward with a laugh, "Ha, I thought you were different."

"And screwed her."

"Really" he said smacking him again, "I thought you were like a reg and didn't feel that stuff."

"Just because I don't express myself, doesn't mean I can't. Also regs can," he said massaging his arm.

"It's getting late, I'm going to catch some sleep before first shift" Echo said standing up, "Try to keep them from killing each other," he whispered  walking by.

"No promises."

"Do you want to sleep on the proposition?" Tech asked.

"Actually I'm exhausted."

"I'll drop you off."

"I can-" he already picked you up before you could finish your sentence.

He was warm, so very warm, your eyes started fluttering shut. Wrecker attempted to set her down she didn't move. He checked to see if she was still breathing but heard a soft snore answer him. He squeezed himself down to fit both of them under the door frame and laid her down on the bed and pulled the blankets over her. Wrecker may play dumb alot but he understood a great deal more then he lead on but he didn't quite understand why his squad was fighting over her. She's pretty and likes to fight, what so bad about her like them? He shrugged to him, with a big yawn and left the room. He found Tech standing outside pacing.

"She's asleep, night Tech," he said walking off the the bunk.

"Pathetic," Crosshair mumbled out of the shadows heading towards the pilot seat.

As soon as he passed, Tech quietly entered your quarters trying to wake you. His fingers quickly disconnected the armor and carefully placed on the floor. He put himself under the covers and put his arm around her, trying to make up for not being able to earlier.

"Good night, Tech.." she mumbled curling more into his arm before going back to sleep.

"Good night, Reaper."

Crosshair played with the toothpick by gently gridding his teeth against it. He put his feet up on the dash and crossed his arms over his chest. He doesn't run from anything, why did he run from her? That mistake not only humiliated him, it made him feel like a coward and gave raise to doubt that he could outdo whatever Hunter and Tech did to her. He could hear her moans and it was the only thing in his head causing his mind to wander about the faces she made. He stuck his hand down his pants adjusting his pulsating cock so it lay in a more tolerable position, his breath hitching against the cold touch of his hand. He quickly withdrew it, he wanted to relieve himself but didn't want to have to clean up the mess.

Crosshair thought about Tech standing outside your door, hearing it side open and shut knowing he walked in. Anger boiled up, he already had her twice by the sounds of it did he really have to rub it in their faces.

"You can relax, from what he said about what he was reading apparently sleeping next to each other afterward helps the oxytocin form emotional attachments. Although I think he was looking for an excuse not to be snuck in a room with you" Hunter said taking the co pilot seat.

"Wouldn't blame him, I would have slept with one eye open too."

"Would you have really jettisoned her out the air lock on an inhabited planet?"

"You tell me."

"Crosshair, I know you and the rest of us don't see eye to eye on the matter but you don't have to be apart of it if you don't want too; go find a brothel on the next planet and work whatever it is out."

"Like you worked it out on her?" He scoffed.

"At least I act on it instead of being consumed by it. Just think out it, ya?" He stood up putting a hand of his brothers shoulders before leaving.

Crosshair sat in silence watching worlds go by, ships pass by but let his eyes wanders to the planets below trying to imagine what domestic life would be like and that thought disgusted him.   They were the best soldiers in the army destined to be even greater, the thought of not being a soldier made his stomach contents threaten to come up then he realized they wouldn't have too. She wasn't like the Jedi fighting for peace because he saw the same look in her eye that every soldier does. She fought because it was fun.

"Maraunder, this is WolfPack One do you come in? Over."

"What can we help you with?" Crosshair said turning on the holo to find General Plo and Commander Wolffe.

"Meet us at these coordinates, highest speed possible with the cargo on board."

"Yes sir."

Crosshair got up, realizing he was going to have to walk in on her next to Tech in who knows what state. While it had been hours since since she went to bed, maybe they had learned to be quiet. Crosshair didn't want to keep thinking about the position he could Tech in you. His still semi hard dick moved, agh, he let out walking into her room. She was soundlessly asleep her back pressed into Tech and her arms curled around his.

"Get up."

"Go away."

"General Plo is meeting us on a moon not far away."

Crosshair mused as that caused her to sit up, swinging each naked leg over the bed. His eyes trailed up her perfect legs to a simplistic grey underwear covering her. He noticed Tech staring him, unamused with a concerned glint in his eye, probably thinking he was a nerve burner. She noticed the stare down between the two and shooed Crosshair from the room.

You rushed through it your armor together putting on your boots, by the time you were Tech was already dressed and waiting by the door unaware if he should have left or if waiting was the correct decision. You were excited to see Master Plo and the boys. You practically skipped your way to the docking ramp.

"What do you think this is about?" Echo asked appearing at your side.

"Not a clue, hopefully it's something fun."

"Thrill junkie," Crosshair purred.

The ramp went down, you made sure you were the first off the ship to meet the battle going on around you. A small handful of troopers on the ground with even more droids littered the ground. You looked out to see Master Plo in the distance engaged with several Magnaguards.

Drawing your lightsaber "Lock up the ship, no one goes in. Protect the cargo," you said running head first in the droids both yellow ends of your saber twinkling against the destroyed droids.

Keeping the saber spinning you deflected shots flying towards you, making your way to Master Plo. You sliced any droid who was stupid enough to get close to you. Blaster fire screams in your ear drowning out everything while your vision tunnels to your object. Blast reflect off your custom Beskar, but one manages to break the plastoid that covered your shins. Your leg faulters and you slam down on your knee with a small crunch. You forced your leg back up, twisting your saber and disconnecting the ends.

"Alright who did that," you yelled at the droids around you.

They stopped shooting to scratch their heads and look at each other.

"Didn't you do it?" One droid said looking at the other.

"Oh I think I do," you disconnected the head from the droid, kicking it across the field before it hit the ground.

The droids started shooting again, you jumped landing behind two of them and disconnecting them. You continued bouncing your way to Master Plo while you assumed Crosshair picked off the droids flanking you.

"Master-" you start to say as blast rip through your left arm, leaving it sensational-less the lightsaber falling out of your hand and rolling away.  Another blast hitting your back, going cutting through your side

"REAPER," Wolffe shouted behind you, sliding towards the still light saber using it to level the approaching droids.

"Get her out of here!" Plo shouted at him.

"Sir-"

"Protect the Cargo on her ship, we will rendezvous back on Kamino. Go Commander!"

Wolffe switched off the saber, quickly tucking them on his side and tossing her on his back and running towards the ship. Wrecker met them half way tossing the rocks at the droids while Wolffe got her aboard the ship, shutting orders to abort. Tech flew to the pilot seat taking off.

"Stop looking down at me like that, that was fun," he heard her mutter.

"For krikes sake, you might be more of a a soldier then us clones," Wolffe said with a small laugh.

"Speak for yourself," Crosshair said looking down, seeing red.

"It's just an arm and maybe a rib."

"Mother of Kwath Reaper!" Wolffe said relaxing the anger in his voice, "If you go down who's suppose to outdrink the boys with me?" he said exhaling.

"Don't worry mesh'la, it'll take a whole lot more then some measly droids to take me down plus who needs both are," you joked trying to keep the pain from being shown.

"Here," Hunter said running over pain patches.

"I'm not going to even ask how you have these without a medic," Wolffe said ripping down your sleeve and sticking the patches on, "How long is it going to take to get to Kamino without being able to punch it?"

"Days," Hunter gritted out.

"Don't have that, do you think you could hold a shield around it for a couple moments?"

"It's to risky-"

"Vencuy, can you."

"Fine, bring me and the bomb to Tech, we'll have to do it at the same time."

"I got her, get the cargo," Hunter said scooping her up while Echo dashed to get it.

"Change of plans, she's going to try to hold the bomb in stasis while you get us to us Kamino.

"The probability of that working is slim, I do agree we need to need to get her to a tank with haste but that could kill all of us."

"Fine. General Plo, do you come in?"

"We've made it off the planet with heavy casualties, is the cargo safe?"

"Yes sir, I'm recommending a ship to ship extraction we can't use the hyperdrive with the bomb on board please advice."

"We'll bring you both onboard, stand by."

"I'm going to take a nap," you said letting your eyes close.

"I just dragged this thing here," Echo said rolling his eyes, backing out of the room with it.

"You care to explain what the nicknames were about?" Crosshair said staring down at him.

"I don't need to explain myself to you."

"I also want to know," Hunter said.

"When I was a shiny, we're trapped in an AT-TE for twenty six rotations together one thing lead to another... and ended. My loyalty to General Plo and to the republic had to come first."

"Like I said, she's been with every Reg" Crosshair tried to sulk off, a fist colliding with his face.

"Disrespect your commanding officer again and I will have you striped of rank."

"Calm down," Hunter said stepping between them, "You're going to work it out like I told you before we get to Kamino. Get her here there safely."

Wolffe scooper her up and took her to the awaiting ship, "put her down for a moment," General Plo said, before she even touched the floor he force lifted her and pulled her over.

Wolffe jumped across, happy to be away from the crew how definitely had some screws lose, "She'll be alright. She's strong, I can feel how heavy your worry is, we'll be there soon."

"Not soon enough," Wolffe mumbled standing up and grabbing the rail.

"Patience."

It's going to be a long day, Wolffe thought. Upon landing the ship a medical crew was waiting to transport her. Doing his best to not worry about his dearest friend he followed General Plo who stopped him, "Go see that she's taken care of."

"Yes sir," he replied heading towards the medical crew starting to hook her up to their machines.

He stayed within a reasonable pace to stay out of there way but to be able to hear the reports. Mild internal bleeding but he sigh when the head Kaminoan said she'll make a full recovery. Taking her off the tank he stayed outside the room, waiting. Obi and Cody came shortly after.

"General," he greeted with a nod.

"How is she?"

"Wanted a robotic arm but much to her disappointment she'll make a full recovery."

Obi scowled, "Both of my Padawans ended up theatrical, brilliant."

The dreams that kept you conscious in the tank were images of remote planets you've never seen before, dark clouds spreading across a darkening sky. A planet covered in clothes, random battle fields and buildings but never in perfect clarity and slightly distorted.

You awoke to Clone Force 99 and Obi standing around you, Obi not even trying to hide his annoyance. Hunter's face read concern, Tech's was soft, Echo's was relief and Wreckers showed excitement but you realized Crosshair wasn't around.

"Where's Snarky?" You asked sitting up with a yawn.

"He was ordered to attend to some personal matters, how do you feel?" Tech asked.

"Like I want to sleep."

"You've been sleeping for three days, how was that not enough?" Wrecker asked confused.

"It wasn't restful."

"Oh?" Obi cut in.

"Yeah saw a lot and understand none, lots of planets and darkness. Anyway, where's the Artifact?"

"One of your sisters picked it up before you got to Master Plo, he was coming to bring you back before the Separatist ambush."

"That's a relief anything worth it?"

"Haven't been able to translate it yet, I'm just glad you're okay."

"If a droid takes me out, don't bother burying me in a temple," you said laughing, "I am being serious though," you said laughing more.

You kicked your legs over the med bay bed and stood up, twisting your arm and shoulder checking every muscle and tendon. Everything seemed in order, then you pulled up your shirt to check your ribs. Not even a scar.

"Nice," you said dropping.

"I'm glad you find this amusing, may the force be with you," Obi said leaving.

"So when we're you going to say something about that Mandalorian armor? That was awesome" Wrecker said.

"There's many things you don't know about me."

"Ha, we got plenty of time if you've thought about sticking around."

"Warning you boys though, I am a walking magnet for trouble."

"So are we," Echo smiled.

"I'll talk to my sisters later, don't think they'll care we all do our own things most of the time anyway. Mind showing me around? Never actually been here before besides a quick landing."

"We have to stop at our room first, don't mind the dirty looks."

"Don't think I get any? I get plenty for being a Jedi and a soldier, what's a few more."

He was right, every trooper who saw us walk down the corridor turned their heads and even disgust when we turned into their bunk rooms "That could have gone way worse," Tech mumbled heading towards the table in the middle.

"The smell," Echo said coughing.

"Eh it's not that bad," I said strutting in, while it did smell bad many animals smelled worse, "not as bad as I was expecting."

"See" Wrecker said slugging his arm.

You realized it was your armor on the table that Tech was messing with, you walked over to find the damage that he was trying to repair. The armor was a lot more banged up then you remembered which was probably why everyone was standing around because you were probably hurt more then it looked.

"Damn, I got banged up," you said tracing your fingers over the blaster marks.

"They were shooting at you close range with very diluted Beskar what did you think was going to happen?" Tech said looking up.

"She sure got a lot of clankers though!" Wrecker said patting your back walking off to his bunk, "Just try to be more careful next time. You worried us,"

"Yeah I've outgrown the armor, haven't been able to stop and get it properly fixed."

"Where you mandalorian?" Hunter said slipping his arms around your waist kissing your neck then resting his chin on your shoulder.

"That's complicated, but you could say I was. I don't really remember it before the order took me in."

"You came from Concordia, the moon of Mandalore," Tech said not meaning it as a question.

"Yes, my parents were from Mandalore but didn't agree with the politics."

"We can go sometime to get your armor fixed" Echo offered.

"I don't remember the last time I was even there, but I'd like that," Hunter started kissing your neck a couple more times, "it'll be fun," he whispered.

"It's as good as it's going to get without being remade," Tech said setting down his tools, catching a glance at a distracted Hunter, "I'm going to go to the mess."

"I know I'm starving," Hunter whispered.

"Let's go get some real food, I've been out for days and you can't tell me that stuff is food."

"Better then rations," Echo agreed.

Hunter let go of you in defeat, "Go hold his hand or something, he hasn't slept," he said guiding you towards an already walking off Tech.

A rosy blush spread across your face and a smile pulled on your lips, "A little birdy told me you've been worried," you said slipping your fingers into his.

"Are you sure that is a good idea?" He said messing with his googles, "Yes I have, part of the blast clipped your spine."

"Please get some sleep tonight," you said noticing all of the dirty looks upon entry of the mess, Tech attempted to drop your head, "Let them look."

"I'm not sure if that is wise. The regs are very vocal about their displeasure about us."

"Oh they'll be sorry for saying something," Wrecker said with a knuckle crack.

You followed them through the self service line, noticing every set of eyes taking a peek at you. You all sat in between Hunter and Tech which was not probably not a good idea, they each had one hand on your thighs.

"Oh look the sad batch and their... prostitute. Bunch of defects."

Echo groaned and Wrecker stood up, but Crosshair beat them to it hitting the clone as hard as he could one handed with his lunch tray, "Ever speak to a Jedi like that again and I think being decommissioned is going to be the least of your problems," grinning with full smug.

"A Jedi- I am so incredibly sorry General," the trooper stood at attention saluting.

I stood up and walked over to him, walking a circle around him looking him up and down, "Your heart is full of hate and you think your brothers are lesser than you. Just because someone is different doesn't make them lesser. All clones are not just copies. You all are unique with your individual personalities, how you style yourself, accents, so what if they look different? You bleed the same blood and you are brothers in this war now go eat."

The trooper swallowed, "Yes Sir," he said putting his hand down and walking over to a table.

"Aww I wanted a fight," Wrecker said sitting down.

"Didn't expect you to be back so soon" Hunter asked between bites.

"It was an easy decision," he said sitting down with the bowl of soup he saved.

"How much did you have to pay her to deal with your attitude," Wrecker said laughing, "probably a lot."

I raised an eye brow at them but Crosshair and Hunter wouldn't look at me. I didn't press the matter, what or who Crosshair does in his free time is none of my business. Echo tried to make conversation with all of them but no one was really chatty anymore, so you talked with him to fill the silence.

"Do you have a fond memory of this place" I asked him.

"There was this Clone 99, he was wise and caring. He helped pull my squad together and helped us passed our last test. We would have failed without him... Kamino came under attack and he died protecting all of us."

"He wasn't like the other clones was he?"

"No he definitely wasn't but he was definitely a better person than half the troopers here."

"That's beautiful."

"Do you have a fond memory?"

"Obi took Anakin and I to this planet which was entirely a library, it's when I decided I wanted more myself," you stood up with your tray noticing the drop off area, "I'm going to go back and nap."

"I'll go with you," Echo said getting up with you, "I'm not excited for that storm to blow," he added once out of the mess.

"It's none of my business but what was that about anyway?"

"Crosshair is always been insufferable at times but it's been exceptionally worse since you arrived and even worser since Hunter and Tech did what the rest of us especially he wanted too. So he got ordered to go get it out of his system..."

It stung but it was for the best "Wrecker was right, probably a lot."

"You can take my bunk if you want," Echo said pointing the nicest kept one of the bunch, "I have adjustments to make any way," lifting his data port.

"Thank you," a yawn escaping you.

Sleep was the idea, but it didn't last long once the rest of the squad came back. You kept your back turned to them, still pretending to sleep.

"Did you have to hit him so hard with the tray?" Hunter said.

"He's lucky that's all I did."

"She's decided to stay with us," Tech said fiddling  with her armor, "the reason why is beyond me."

"Wait so you thought of it but didn't actually think it was an option?" Echo said in disbelief.

"We didn't have long to discuss it before she walked in and I wasn't the one who brought it up nor was I the one who put it so crudely, I didn't expect her to actually consider it after that."

"I'll wake her up," Hunter said waking over to you, "I know you're trying to sleep, but might as well get this over with," he said gently caressing your face.

"Do any of you actually sleep," you mumbled sitting up, you sat yourself up on the edge of the bunk, "Yes?"

Tech motioned for a seat next to him,  with mild reluctance of leaving the warm bunk you went and sat by him, "As I was going to ask before someone's had to chime in the other night, yes, most of us, want you to remain here with us. As you are aware you've caused varying reactions in this squad and we would like to attempt to see how it goes; unless you have reservations which would now be the time to voice those."

"It would help to know everyone else feels," you ask trying to reflect being the center of attention a little longer while you're trying to wake up.

"Well, I like ya. You're definitely different. Oh and you don't mind blowing this up, that's an important quality."

"It's incredibly hard to quantify a feeling I have yet to understand, yet I might with time understand it."

"I don't really know," Echo said awkward rubbing the back of his head, "ever since Skako I haven't really thought about romance or women, but I think I like you."

"I think you were personally made for me, in more ways then one and I definitely wouldn't mind have you watch my back in a fight,” after a long paused Hunter arched an eye at the silent squad member “Crosshair?"

"I don’t care, we all collectively find her hot what do feelings have to do about it?.”

“I know that’s a lie,” you said walking up to him letting yourself feel the emotions, “I won’t make you say them but I know you didn’t care of that personal matter,” you smiled at him, bold and cocky.

He stood up and eyed you down, trying to size you down. Crosshair didn’t like his emotions being known or even talking about them. His eyes squinted down at you, his breathing deepened and his heart picked up the pace. You stared up him trying to match his intensity. His backed down, sitting back down on bunk. Which got a lot of raised looking glaring at him. He kept thinking about there was nothing that he could give you that they couldn’t and probably better.

“Is that why you wiped your mouth because you feel like you’re not good enough?”

He shot up so fast, spinning you into the wall with a thud, “Shut it” he growled.

“Like you shut your mouth and walked out?” You said poking at him.

“Shut it,” he growled, his nostril flaring.

“I don’t think you took care of that personal probably,” you said flashing your eyes down and than back up at him.

He backed down and walked over to the ration box, grabbed a snack and munched on it staying on the other side of the room. Everyone was taken back what they witnessed, Crosshair had always been the most composed person besides Tech but seeing him back down was a first for all of them.

“I think he’s embarrassed,” Wrecker jested.

“Oh shut up Wrecker,” he said taking another bite of his bar.

“Crosshair, it’s an order. Go take care of it with literally anyone,” you walking towards the table, your heart hurting but it had to be done, you watched as he lowered the bar from his darkening face.

“Is that an order from our General.”

He realized he said our, realizing their was nothing he could do to push you away because Sith’s knew he tried but you still chose to stay no matter how moody he got. His jaw tighten, it normally it wouldn’t bother him to go find a beautiful girl but this time it was different it made him feel physically sick. Even thinking about it made his stomach turn. His eyes trailed to you trying to gage the depths of reaction, the pain you were obviously trying to hide. It made him feel worse. He quickly walked over to the table, pinning you with one arm and blocking you in.

Crosshair grabbed you by throat and starred at you, "Don’t you dare ever tell me to go after someone else. I'm going to take show you what screaming in bed is like.”

"That was perhaps something all of us didn't need to hear,” Tech said messing with his spanner.

"Then you might want to leave now," he hands ripped the front of your shirt in two, pressing his mouth into you and his finger nail digging into your breast, “kair’ta,” he groaned against your lips, he quickly ripped down your pants picking you up and setting you on the table with one hand unlatching his codpiece letting it fall to the ground.

He pulled both of your arms around his neck grabbing you by the underside of your thighs standing up and slammed himself into you without a single care that the other were barely out of the room. He was panting, not because he was tired but he felt the animal in him stirring and you were going to be his prey. Crosshair grabbed the side of your throat with his teeth, sucking hard on it leaving the mark under your ears.

“No more Regs, your ours and that’s it… That’s all the sharing I think I can do,” he said slowly his pace letting his voice trail off.

“Ours,” the words left your lips in a moan.

“Ours,” he growled burying his cock inside you, “I hope you’re ready to be busy for the next couple hours.”

“Hours?”

“Or all night I haven’t decided.”

Still pumping into you he took you over to his bunk, removing his wet for a moment so he could set you down on the mattress before climbing back on top of you. You let your heel trail down his long slender yet muscular legs. Crosshair wasn’t gentle in any of his touches especially when he put your arms above your head pinned them in place with one hand definitely bruising your wrist bringing the other hand to your mouth brushing your lips with his fingers. Each stroke deliberately following his thumb across your lips.

He could feel you pulsing and he stopped with a grin, “You don’t get to cum yet, not with out jealous you made me. Fucking Tech after I left, I was ready to kill him” he started slowly sheathing himself again.

“Why didn’t you come back?” You asked softly.

“Because I decided that you didn’t need me.”

“I thought you hated me,” sadness creeping in.

“Kair’ta,” he pleaded looking down, “we can talk about this later, for now just enjoy this,” he leading down with some gentle kissing before pulling back with a devilish grin.

He bit his own lip looking down at you taking in every perfect imperfection, before slamming his cock into you threatening to split you in two. His thick cock was heaven, he smiled at your blissful face taking it like a good girl. He was having fun edging you, a little to much to make fun, he let your wrist go to see what you would do with them. His cock pulsated inside of you as he watched your panted breathing quickened as you played with your played with your nipples.

“Crosshair, please,”

“I thought your moans were the most beautiful thing, it’s how you say my name,” he said with quick deliberate thrust, going harder with every moan, “I know you want too,” he cooed.

That was enough to make you come undone for him, loud and your insides clapped down on him making it harder for him to thrust but he didn’t stop. One hand clawing your breast and another on his armor, he was so hot in it. The death grip on him loosened and he was growling in your ear that he wasn’t going anywhere. He was so beautiful, deep brown eyes, smokey white hair, slender confidant figure he was yours, just yours, while you had to be shared he didn’t want anyone else; which was enough to make you cum again his dick.

“What was that for?” He smiled.

“We can talk about that later,” you said once your core untightened itself, “Are you ever going to cum?” You asked shyly.

“Do you want me too?” He smiled.

“Yes..”

“Then hold on,” he said pulling you partially off the bunk to where he could stand over you and watch every squirm you made under him, he grabbed your knees and shoved them wider apart tightening your entry.

He smiled when he came, pulling out letting his semen shot all over your chest. He knew where you wanted it but wanted to mark you with his scent. You let out a whiney moan as each hot drop touches your skin.

“You look beautiful as my Canvas, but I think you would look more beautiful with more and dripping out of you,” he said pushing his trying to soften cock back in.

After 2 more loads on you, he finally started filling you up. You were sore, bruised and half conscious. Every inch of you tingled.

“I think that the personal matter is almost satisfied for now,” he smiled at down at you, trying to get get one more out.

“Crosshair-“ you hiccuped.

“Yes?” He moaned, nearing the end.

“You’re really pretty,” you let out as a small hum.

When he pulled out of you he cock was still twitching but he had fun looking down at the mess of you, satisfied with his work. He looked down to see the mess of his armor, for a millisecond thought about leaving it there as a reminder but decided against it. He returned his back at you with his hands on his hips realizing there was no way he was getting you into the shower. He sighed finding a canteen with water and an old towel to wipe himself off and to at least try to scrub off most of you, even trying to scooping himself out of you so you were such a mess when you came off the pleasure wave you were on. He noticed the clock and saw it was early in the next rotation days and was smug about it. Although that meant every reg who passed by this morning heard it. He chuckled, at least no one interrupted.

He wrapped you in a blanket and let you sleep while he quickly headed to the shower and then to the mess. He found his brothers at the tables chatting away, everyone back to their regular selves. Crosshair sat down with a smug expression.

“By the look on your face you had a good night,”

Hunter said eyeing him.

“The mess needs stronger Caf,” he said sipping the drink.

“By the looks of it he didn’t sleep,” Tech interjected looking at the small eye bags forming, “it’s obvious.”

A smile tugged on his lips, “No sir, I did not.”

“Speaking of which, where is she?” Echo asked.

“Deliriously laying down, hopefully sleeping by now.”

“Delirious? What does that mean?” Wrecker asked.

“A disturbance in the mind usually due to intoxication causing incoherence of thought and speech, she more then like currently half conscious feeling an endorphin rush or asleep.”

“How are you doing doing Crosshair?” Hunter asked.

“Better.”

“Good- because everyone is talking about it,” he said tilting his head to side listening in.

“They’re just jealous,” Wrecker patted his arm.

“I’m going to go check on her, in case she needs to go to med bay,” Tech glared at Crosshair.

“He’s definitely jealous,” Crosshair chuckled.

[boba-beom]

ᥫ᭡⋆｡˚⊹  I Like U (sorry, I never meant to) | teaser — the first meeting

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, romance | non-idol au, strangers to friends to ???

synopsis: after meeting one of your best friend’s friends, you initially found him attractive and thought he’d be a careless crush that would soon dissipate into nothing. that is, until a series of events proved you wrong and perhaps those feelings lingered longer than they should have. would something become of it?

warning(s): not proof-read, heavy on physical affection, mentions of food, a very tiny suggestive mention but only the sense of checking someone out, let's pretend beomgyu is a leo for future references too lol, inaccurate mentions about starsigns — these are a few inside jokes between me and my best friend but we don't really mean it.

taglist: @bb-eilish @iggynor4 @ericyjun @bluejin0812 @luvsoobs @yeonyeonyeonjun @junniieesbby @kyrkitten  @hyuntaena @itmehc @day6andetcetera @amethysts-1620 @gorechoi-backup @dainsleif-when-playable @choiwrld @yjusei @feyregels @ahnneyong @potaeto-writes-on-wp @wccycc @lizdevorak  @fairybin @laylasbunbunny @acaiasahi @fairyoftaehyun @cha0thicpisces @fairybinie @vatterie @yunkiwii

wc: ≈ 1k

masterlist || next

after a long day of travelling around the island — visiting different beaches for only a few minutes before leaving to visit the next — you had been waiting for the moment you'd comfortably lean into the warmth of the leather sofa.

still wrapped up and layered in a pale, grey hoodie and a tan, checked fleece, you stay put whilst watching the rest of your friends sitting side-by-side in front of you. the familiar chime of mario kart's race starts alerting from the large, flat-screen tv; already invested in this grand prix.

"oh hi! I didn't know you'd be here!" your best friend, Tara, greets someone by the front door. you were unsure if there was just one person or more, but nonetheless, you lean a little more to your left without lifting your body off the sofa to figure out who was there.

Tara walks into the living room, mid conversation with her two friends who followed after her. a male who seems to be just a little above average height; hair a light, sandy colour, and a pretty face which adorned a gentle smile once your eyes met. that's when it started. that's the moment you realised your heart had started to pick up its pace.

your attention reverts to your best friend once you hear her laughing and you thought it would only be polite to introduce yourself to her friends. she's always so out-going and bubbly, and you know just how happy it makes her to see you, her child-hood best friend, get along with her friends.

your attention reverts to your best friend once you hear her laughing and you thought it would only be polite to introduce yourself to her friends. she's always so out-going and bubbly, and you know just how happy it makes her to see you, her child-hood best friend, get along with her friends.

patting away the soft creases on your tan trousers, you make your way towards Tara and her two friends, a smile on your face mirroring the tall blonde's. surprised, she notices your arm hooking onto hers and nods her head towards her guests, a small gesture to let you introduce yourself.

"hi guys, how are you doing? I'm y/n." your arm still hooked, but not for much longer, Tara slightly nudges your side and lets go as she makes her way to the kitchen.

the taller one with dark hair introduces himself, holding out his arm for a slightly awkward side hug, "hi y/n, I'm Soobin." he was gentle though. you notice his cute dimples appearing while you exchanged smiles.

stepping closer to you, the blonde male offers an open palm and shakes your hand, "and I'm Beomgyu, Tara's best friend." he made it sound like there was some sort of competition between the two of you, but you scoff it off and watch him raise a brow at you, intrigued.

"have you guys eaten yet? we've just cooked plenty of food, so don't be shy." they nod as you make your way to the kitchen, passing Tara on her way back to them.

"they're fine, huh? would you let them get it?" Soobin teases, nudging Beomgyu's arm as he watches you talk to someone in the kitchen, leaning against the door frame.

"yeah, why not?" beomgyu chuckles and nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders.

"you guys are actually pigs. I didn't let you come in here to check out my friends, behave please." Tara, lightly slaps their arms with the back of her hand paired with her brows faintly scrunched together.

time passed since you last spoke to the both of them, despite them staying for just under an hour. you sat on the arm of the sofa closest to the living room door, noticing the way one of your aunties started to interview the both of them and ask them questions left, right and centre.

"you know, I didn't expect that." Tara started. your eyes still observing the way Beomgyu would make the aunties laugh. you roll your eyes and look at Tara. "he's such a leo, he loves the attention right now." you both giggle at her statement.

"wait, what didn't you expect?"

"I didn't expect you to come over and introduce yourself to them." she stood behind you and wrapped her arms over your shoulders, placing her chin on your left shoulder.

"why not, you know? I might as well be nice to your guests, plus I love meeting your friends. oh, and your best friend." you exaggerate the end of your sentence, clasping your fingers with hers just under your neck.

Tara lets out a light chortle. "I can have more than one best friend, you know."

"tell that to Beomgyu." you, by no means meant for it to make you sound annoyed by his introduction at all, just heavily amused.

"hey, don't be like that. I'm just glad that two of my best friends have finally met. by the way, after you left them, I walked in on their convo of them checking you out." she gave you a tight hug before noticing that the two males were done entertaining the aunties and getting ready to leave. placing the back of your hand against your cheek, you force yourself to think not much of it, yet you were still left dumbfounded with a subtle warmth spreading across your face

your eyes follow her, panning to Soobin who was waving back at you and mouthing a 'nice to meet you.' you give him a quick nod and a wave back before meeting with the same brown eyes you met earlier.

Beomgyu did nothing but look at you over his shoulder, a plain smirk on his face and a single nod in your direction. you let out another light scoff, just knowing how stubborn that guy is and it's only just the first meeting. you keep contact with his eyes until you were looking at the back of his light-coloured locks.

back to sinking into the sofa, your friends have played multiple rounds of mario kart and you still wonder how they're still playing at quarter to midnight. you feel your eyes begin to shut ever so slowly until you hear the sound of a high-pitched notification from your phone. lifting your phone, you open up the compiled notifications and noticed a certain one that found you smiling to yourself.

instagram: xbeomgyuxx has requested to follow you! 1m ago

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[scary-lasagna]

For my request I would like a part two to the slender daughters fic like,,, you left us hanging and their family dynamic is so sweet🥺

things are getting a little spicy. don't worry part III will be out super soon

Pt I:

SlenderDaughters [Part II]

"Oh, that Toby was surely something else!" Splendor couldn't help but laugh, a few fingers hiding his smile.

"Toby was a spitfire, but Jeff tried punching me the first day he arrived, remember?"

Maeve squeezed through the small gap of the door that Sol had just began to open, both bothering to wait until it started to creek before interrupting her family's conversation.

Bittersweet memories plagued with grief floating in the talk amongst the brothers, and a couple framed pictures were even plucked from their spots on the shelves. Some of them were more recent enough to have active moving bodies in them, some so old that their eyes had that weird red glow to them.

Maeve handed her father the Bluiena Box, a small yet feisty multi-dimensional portal box.

Azalea had taken a comfy spot on the ground between the feet of her father and older sister after Maeve and Sol left for the box, and annoyed them both by untying their shoes and then tying them together until Isa got a scolding for kicking her.

"Now, I know some of you know what this is, but I would like for those of you who don't know to take a guess." Maeve sat down in one of the empty chairs that were hazardly set in a circle formation so everyone would be facing one another. Slender opened the ivory box, and revealed a smaller puzzle-like cube from inside it with a handkerchief.

Sol took a seat beside her, closing the circle between Maeve and Offender. Despite being nearly an adult, she looked like a small child compared to everyone else.

"It's the box from Hellraiser."

"I can't believe you know what that is, flower." Offender chimed.

"You made me watch it when I was 4, I should be traumatized enough to know about it."

"Well I wasn't expecting you to remember it," Offender chuckled more to himself than the group. Splendor stood, and walked to the door, "I'm saying goodbye to mom, she has to leave early for an appointment."

"Oh, let me say bye too! She might have candy!" Azalea chimed, standing up so quickly she nearly trips over her own feet. Splendor was kind enough to hold the door open for her as she ran ahead of him.

"Father, I have to ask, why are bringing out this box? Now, of all times?" Maeve asked, in the lightest tone that she could muster without the underlying feeling of spite bubbling up through her lovely voice.

"A nostalgic visit of the past is no harm done, my dearest." Her father soothes, with a gentle hand on her shoulder. This didn't satisfy Maeve, but still, she resulted in sitting down in a designated spot.

"This is is called The Bluiena box, it serves as an interdimensional link between words, minds, and ideas alike." Slender took a long stride to the center of the circle, presenting it to the group above his handkerschief.

"A memory box, then?" Sol spoke up, her blue eyes and neat eyebrows seems so out of place amongst the eldritch creatures, but alas, she's never felt more comfortable in a group of people like her family.

"Similar. Although, these memories have the prime ability of coming to life-"

"This is wrong." Maeve spoke up. "We should allow the dead to stay dead, memories or not." Her voice shook, and despite her father being mostly kind to her throughout her life, she still feared disappointing him. Her hands were the next in line to tremble.

"Maeve," He started with a soft tone, signaling more so a twinge of hurt rather than disappointment, "They have been long since gone. All that's left of them are in this little box." He toyed with the crisp edges, much like a child caressing it's favorite toy.

"I'm with your daughter, I don't think it's healthy sounding to let the memories roam free. It's destroyed you enough already." Offender adjusted his form, leaning his elbows on his knees passively as he looked up at his older brother, who casted down an arrogant gaze toward him.

"And you?" He turned to Trender for the middle ground, already knowing if Splendor were here he would just agree with whatever anyone said, so his vote didn't matter either.

Trender stayed quite for a moment, and rolled his shoulders with a nervous tic, "I just think that it's better to leave the past behind." He nodded with assurance more to himself than his brother. Isa gazes at her father, and then exchanged glances with Offender and Solly, with Maeve not even bothering to look up from her shaky knees.

"I see how it is then." Slender's jaw tensed as he peered around, finally landing his gaze on Maeve, who he blamed for this small uprising. "Even my own blood will refuse to support my happiness, including my very own daughter."

"Hey! That's not very nice to say, she's only looking out for you." Sol of course takes after her father in foolishly defending others when now wasn't the time to talk.

"By driving me deeper into madness, yes?" Slender whispered, leaning back to peer at Sol over his shoulder. "I suggest you watch you words before you speak, for you know nothing of this, Solana."

Her jaw dropped slightly, and Slender didn't even bother to watch it fall before placing the encased box on one of many bookshelves lining the Study walls.

The door cracked and popped as it open, and the tense atmosphere practically slapped both entrants in the face.

"Sooo...did we miss anything important?"

"Only my daughter hating me." Slender growled under his breath.

"Alright, kids, get out." Offender announced, that professional fatherly voice kicking in heavily. Maeve was the first to leave, plowing past Azalea and into the empty hallway. She was well past breach for the first time but damn did her tendrils burn with a fire beyond anger.

"I can't believe he said that to you,. Maeve!! It's completely unfair, are you alright?" Isa spoke up, waddling to catch up to her oldest cousin in those ugly shoes that clopped when she walked.

Maeve stopped pounding the floor with her quick pace, and stood still, tendrils suddenly laxing and curling back into her spinal cavities. She wasn't even aware they were out and about, and didn't even want to think about how much she looked like her father.

"I don't care anymore! I hate him, too!" Maeve suddenly snapped, and turned around to face her cousins, but more importantly Splendor, who seemed the most hurt by the words.

Maeve turned her back to them, feeling too cowardly to announce anything else to the world.

"Maeve, sweet honey, he doesn't mean all of that." Splendor soothed, and approached her with ease, much less like the girls standing offish beside him. She held onto her father anger like a hot stone in her palm. Hurting herself before she hurts others.

"What does he mean by it then? Because all I'm seeing is a-"

"All you're seeing is a hurt man. He knew these previous creature incredibly long before you were even born. They were his first children, his first proxies, his first chance at a real family outside of his mother and brothers." Splendor placed a clawed hand gently on her shoulder, the Hawaiian shirt he wore only added to the stupidity of his words.

"And all I see is a coward who too afraid of his daughter growing up and leaving him, that he wants his old toys back! Because God knows, they love him more than I ever will, simply because I don't want to follow in his footsteps. Simply because I will never, ever, want to be like him, nor will I even come close to acting on it!" Maeve was shouting now, and there was no doubt the brothers in the study could hear her loosing his cool that she's held onto for so long. The picture perfect frame of a daughter that grew up in her fathers shadow, weighted by such expectations that she abused herself so he wouldn't have do it for her. Another weight she has taken off his shoulders, adding onto the years of school and training that she has done to appease him. And for what?

"I'm not a cowardly Operator like he is, I won't ever be one, I won't be a leader, and if he wants it that badly then I won't be his damn trophy-prize daughter either!"

Silence dropped in a thick cloud over the manor. The only sound that flickered kept repeating in a shuffle of an A/C rhythm, struggling to kick on.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Maeve, I really am." Splendor almost seemed he was about to cry. But then again, this being cries at everything. Weddings, kittens, puppies, Sol finding more rocks to keep, the list goes on. This was nothing new, and Maeve couldn't find any sympathy left for his hurt feelings.

Splendor, however, wasn't crying from the release of weight the girl has been carrying for so many years. The sadness brought on was only cause by the reflection of her father he saw in her rage.

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Chapter 1.

"Bree, are you sure you can't turn the heat up, it's fucking freezing in here. Who would've thought that hell would ever be described as cold and brooding?"

Gluttony flopped herself down onto the couch and curled into the blanket she was clutching. In the few moments where she wasn't complaining, her teeth can be heard chattering as she shifted around to find a more comfortable position.

Siran, who was reading in a nearby rocking chair, spoke up without looking at her, "You're well aware that she can't waste her energy like that."

"And you're saying that while you're shivering. You're not slick. We see you."

"Your face is pushed against the couch cushion, what are you seeing exactly?"

"I can see through your bullshit from here."

Orion, who was sitting on the floor against a sofa, sighed and looked at the two Sins that continued to bickering. He seemed to notice that their conversation was quickly going in any, and every direction, including south. "If you're that worried about her getting tired, then get her something to eat."

Gluttony begin to flail under the blanket, causing her feet to slam onto the armrest, "WHO'S GOING OUT THERE. LITERALLY WHO."

Orion turned his head to look at Nash. He stayed quiet until he realized his brother was starting to snore. He turned his back and slammed his fist on his head. The only reaction he got out of that was his eyes opening.

"Bad shit happens when I go out in the cold, you know that."

It's extremely difficult to believe that the entity that is used for cautionary tales across multiple universes is practicing caution himself for once. Or at least that's what Orion thought, by the way he stared at him in concern.

He opened his mouth but no words came out. Aibreanne ended any chance of him saying his sentence when she chimed in, "have you all ever considered asking me how I felt about this?"

Greed looked up from his word problem and stared the princess dead in her eyes, "No, because you'd end up asking us for influence on the matter. We skipped a step this time."

"Had I wanted someone to be that cruel to me, I would've talked to my father—"

Faineance cut her clean off, "Everyone, calm yourselves." Gluttony mumbled a quick "easy for you to say," before letting him continue.

"It's Earthbound." The room went dead silent. He looked around and scoffed at the utter lack of reaction. "Atlas is stuck up there, with all the angels, feasting with his dad every night for the next week. So really, if we wanted to, we could get up and leave."

"In what world do you think we can get into heaven?" Nash shuffled, almost falling right off the sofa.

Orion bumped the back of his head into his brother's forehead, "A world where you're not here."

A series of coughs and sneezes left Envy's mouth before she tried to talk. It was clear that despite Gluttony's whining, she was handling the cold the worst. "It couldn't hurt to ask. He was allowed down here so why can't we go up there?" She barely got her sentences out without sneezing again.

Greed got up from his chair and walked towards Envy, his shoulders tense and his legs stiff. He lifted up the many blankets that she had draped over herself and bundled up under them. He wrapped her arms around her, resting his face on her collarbone.

"Thank you," she murmured.

Gluttony turned to Nash, "Nash I'm so serious, those two are going to freeze to death. Ask Gabriel to hook us up."

"WHY ME? Tell Orion to talk to his own stepdad for once. That's way more direct."

"I would say 'not happening' but I did text him because I felt like my fingers were about to start falling off."

"Honestly, what is he going to say, no?"

"He could." As soon as he responded, his eyes started glowing blue.

"That has to be Yaweh. Why couldn't he just send a message back"

"Why would he ever send messages when he could possess people? Oh, my bad 'fiLL tHeM wItH tHe hOlY spIriT?"

"Ew, gross."

As soon as Orion's eyes began to water from keeping them open, he blinked a few times, the vibrancy leaving his eyes.

"He said he said we can come over, but we actually have to help get the feast ready."

Faineance shrugged and went back to laying down, "I wasn't actually expecting that to work."

Orion slowly got up and walked over to him, "Well?"

"What now?"

"You came up with the idea, so you go shopping."

"You want me to go shopping?"

"Yes."

"Tell your dealer that whatever drugs your taking are working too well because you're on something." He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"I'm assuming you're texting the Courtiers cuz then you'd have to go."

He stopped typing for a second, dragged his fingers across the screen, and then continued typing.

Aibreanne, "did you say he's shopping for food or decorations?"

"You and I are shopping for food, I don't trust him. He'd eat anything. He wouldn't even buy anything to begin with, he might just end up staying here."

Nash turned to him, "Ain't no way you're trying to get some 1 on 1 time with the princess."

"Are you deadass?"

"I'm coming with y'all."

Orion couldn't help but roll his eyes, "The more the merrier...You didn't even want to go anyway—"

Gluttony sat up, "I'll get the drinks."

"Please do not consider poisoning anyone."

"I can't promise that."

"Bring Salem with you."

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "Fine, I see how it is."

Moments later, Joule walked into the room, holding Duke and Salem by the sleeves of their shirts. Adrienne followed behind them, holding a green planner. The men looked so confused while Adrienne looked like she wanted to be anywhere else.

Joule was quick to speak, "Laura's gone, I have no clue where she is. Erza's technically on break thanks to Ai, and it's so cold that Kam's completely knocked out."

Envy rolled her head back, "That makes me feel so much better about this weather."

"Duke and Joule, you two are cooking when we get back, so just find something to do to make this place warmer so Envy doesn't freeze to death. Aqui and Salem, you're going to buy drinks. Salem, make sure she doesn't kill us all. What else..." Orion stopped talking despite having more to say.

Siran closed his book and got up, "I'll get gifts with Raivath."

"I fully planned on going empty handed but alright, that works. Adrienne, figure out what we're going to wear since Anasuya is clearly incapable of doing so. Anasuya and Kaz are staying here."

For some odd reason, no one objected to that.

"Really? No one's mad? Alright, let's go."

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Chapter 6

Ron placed his plate in the sink and looked over at his girlfriend. "What was that about, 'Mione?" Hermione looked over to him, eyes slightly hidden by curly hair.

"Well, I didn't exactly tell him the truth because that would only make it escalate quicker. Ron, that spell enhances feelings the longer its allowed to go on." Ron sent her a wide-eyed side-glance. "Not those kinds of feelings." She quipped. "But just feelings in general. Feelings that's already there. So, take them being the bickering children they always are and increase it ten fold. They're going to be impossible to be around." She told him. Ron only nodded in response and continued to rinse off the dishes.

"So what do we do?" Ron asked after a while of silence.

"Is there any way of you switching with him?" Ron shook his head. "Damn. Well, I'm sure that they'll be okay. I mean, the only way it could get worse between them is if it got to physical confrontation. And we both know how Harry is about that." She chuckled and kissed him on the cheek before saying goodnight and walking into their room.

Ron, however, was sat on the couch at 2 am, drilling over the information that his girlfriend had relayed to him. He knew she was right in not telling Harry about the long term effects. But nonetheless Ron felt his best friend should know at least something. So he made the decision to try and help his best friend as subtly as he could.

When lunch time on Monday rolled around, Ron stood from his desk of paperwork, slipped his robes off and made his way down the hall towards Harry's office. "Hey, you ready?" Ron asked as he slipped his head in through the cracked door but saw nothing. The room was empty. Ron closed the door softly and made his way towards the potions lab.

Ron walked towards the potions lab door, but stopped when he heard arguing.

"You're useless, Potter! How did you even make it past first year potions at Hogwarts?" Ron heard Malfoy say angrily. He expected Harry to have the same angry tone but his voice sounded light and held a hint of a smile when he responded.

"No idea. I guess I have to thank Hermione for it all." Harry laughed. Ron stared at the door in confusion for a second before deciding to cut the conversation short and walked in.

"What the hell are you doing here, Weasel?" Malfoy sneered. Ron ignored him and looked to Harry who was, surprisingly, behind the cauldron.

"Ready for lunch?" Ron asked. Harry nodded and looked into the cauldron then to Malfoy.

"Will you finish this up?" He asked. Malfoy looked relieved to be rid of the man for a while and nodded vigorously. Harry rolled his eyes, a small smile playing his lips, and placed the stirring rod down on the table. "Let's go!"

Lunch went by as normal though Hermione was finally able to join them. The awkwardness hadn't seemed to leave Harry or Hermione from the other night as they ate in silence, not daring to look at one another.

"So, what about that quidditch game last night, ey?" Ron chimed in, trying to defuse the tension but neither seemed to be paying attention. "Hermione gave me a lecture the other night on how complicated feelings can be." He said as he watched Harry. Harry's head popped up to look at him from across the table. He noticed Hermione mimicked the action right beside him as well. "Yeah. It's quite interesting how feelings towards something or someone are able to intensify and grow over a period of time. And if you're not careful, it may be with the wrong person- ow!" Hermione elbowed him in the side to silence him but he opened his mouth again to start talking before being interrupted by Harry.

"I mean, yeah. I guess it's cool how your brain can decide which person to like and dislike. But that's all I know." And the conversation was left at that. They moved on to a different topic to keep the conversation going until they were finished with their food and drink.

Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked out of the small cafe. Ron kissed his girlfriend goodbye after Harry hugged her and walked down to the alleyway. "I'll see you at home for dinner?" Ron asked her. She smiled and nodded at him before kissing him once more and walking in the opposite direction. Ron caught up with Harry and they apparated back to work.

"Do you want to come over for a drink later?" Harry asked. Ron thought for a second and then agreed. Harry smiled at him then turned to leave. "See ya at seven then!" He called over his shoulder and walked towards the elevator.

*

Harry walked into his office, gathering paperwork to fill out as he decided he'd go back down to the potions lab.

"Hey, Malfoy." Harry greeted as he walked in. Malfoy was hunched over a notebook, writing some things down before peering into the cauldron next to him.

Malfoy groaned. "What are you doing?" He sneered as Harry sat down on a stool.

"I have nothing better to do with my time than paperwork and I dont have a partner so, I thought it'd be nice to have some company." He explained. Malfoy rolled his eyes, mumbled something then sighed in defeat before going back to his work. Harry laid his things about a table before starting on some of the paperwork. Before long though, he was engrossed with interest at what the potioneer was doing. "What have you got there?" He questioned.

"An antidote to common poisons potion that's been sitting for two days." Malfoy explained.

"Why?" Harry questioned.

"I'm studying it. Trying to learn from it to make a better potion." He said as he wrote something in his notebook. A rack of test tubes sat beside him, all filled with liquids of varying colours and densities. Malfoy picked up a tube with a light green coloured liquid in it and poured a little into the cauldron. Steam started to rise from the cauldron and Harry heard what sounded like bubbles popping. Malfoy hummed to himself and wrote something into his notebook again.

Harry walked over to the table and leaned against it, arms crossed supporting his weight. He peered into the cauldron as Malfoy poured some dark blue liquid into it and watched the reaction the potion was having. The blue liquid seemed to stop the bubbling but there was almost like a frost forming on the top of it. "I've never been good at potions or anything but this is interesting." Malfoy hummed at the statement, not really paying much attention to the golden boy as he picked up a tube that held a lava pink coloured liquid. "D'ya wanna go get tea with me? After work, I mean." Harry nonchalantly asked, peeking into the cauldron.

The blonde spluttered and accidentally tipped the entire tube into the cauldron. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he stared at the dark haired man, eyes the size of a house-elf's. His eyes quickly left Harry though as a small rumbling sounded through the room as the potion began to boil over the cauldron heavily. "Get down!" He called. Harry ducked under the table, joining Malfoy - of whom had a seriously pissed off face. Harry smiled at him sheepishly before an exploding sound erupted in the room. After a few minutes, they both climbed out from beneath the table to examine the damage. The potion had splattered everywhere. Goop piles were falling from the ceiling and the walls were now painted teal. "No." Malfoy said. Harry looked at him quizzically. "My answer to your question. No." He turned to walk out the door and Harry just sat back onto his stool - after vanishing the teal goop on it - and went back to the paperwork.

A few minutes passed and Malfoy walked back in, wand in hand. He cast a spell and the teal goop vanished from everything it was on. Harry looked up around the room, smiling at the work he had done. "Are you sure? I'm going to that cafe right down the street from where Ollivanders used to be. Moment Of Peace I believe its called. Good food and tea. Have you ever been there?" Harry smirked when Malfoy paused his movements. Everyone always claimed that Harry wasnt observant but he had noticed as he worked with Malfoy the last few weeks, that Malfoy always had a cup of tea from the small cafe. On one of his day's off, he had stopped by to see what was so great about the place. He had a cup of earl grey tea and a BLT sandwich. It was the only place that he knew of that served muggle food in the whole of wizarding England.

"Oh, um. Yeah. I go there often. I enjoy their tea more than anything else though." He said. Harry nodded and turned his attention to writing again. He wanted to get at least half of the paperwork done before leaving. Malfoy sighed heavily which caught Harry's attention once more. "Fine. I'll go with you. I was going there after work anyway. But I'm getting my tea and leaving right away." Harry nodded again and smiled at him before going back to his work once more.

"Alright, well, it's my time to leave." Malfoy announced around 5 pm. Harry looked up from his paperwork. He hadn't realised how engrossed in his work he had got.

"Alright, let me just pack up." Harry told him. Malfoy curtly nodded to him and waited patiently by the door for only a few moments. Harry packed his papers into his bag and quickly walked towards Malfoy. The blonde left before Harry had reached him, causing Harry to chase after him. Harry walked a step behind him down the narrow hall, trying to make conversation that Malfoy was taking no part in. They reached the apparition point and Harry suggested a side-along - to which Malfoy sneered at even the thought. Harry raised his hands in defeat and apparated away. A second later, Malfoy appeared next to him in front of the cafe.

"What tea's do you recommend?" Harry asked him as he looked at the menu. Malfoy hummed and looked over the menu himself.

"Probably the white and green tea's." He said coldly. Once the line moved up so that they were in front of the cashier, Malfoy ordered and pulled out his wallet but Harry quickly stopped him, ordered himself, and then paid for both of them. Harry sat down at one of the tables near the front of the cafe while Malfoy stood to the side. Eventually though, Malfoy sat down across from him and Harry smiled at the blonde.

"Are you still into quidditch?" Harry asked after their tea's had come to the table. Harry had yet to receive his food but that was fine. Malfoy was still at the table with him even though he made it clear he wasn't going to stick around.

"A little bit. Not like I used to be." His voice monotone and his eyes blank of emotion, Malfoy took a sip from his cup. Harry nodded, mimicking his action.

"Ah. Well, Ron keeps me updated. So far, my favourite team - the Falmouth Falcons have been eliminated from the cup. The Holyhead Harpies are up six to two." He said. "The Tutshill Tornadoes are going strong as well. I usually root for the Falcons but since they're out, my bets on the Holyhead Harpies." Harry explained. Malfoy slipped from his cup, his face showing disinterest in the current conversation but he hummed along nonetheless.

"Merlin, I haven't flown in a while. Last time was, I believe, right before we graduated from Hogwarts." He mumbled, a shimmer of nostalgia in his eyes. Harry hummed in agreement.

"Yeah, it's been so long since I've flown as well. Been too busy to go flying sadly." Harry announced. After that, they sat in a comfortable silence. Harry had obtained his sandwich which was some kind of grilled burger that Harry had seen at Hogwarts but never actually tried. Malfoy got up after Harry started to eat, announced he was leaving then proceeded to walk out the door without so much as a glance back.

I'm sure you'll come by my lab uninvited again so see you at work whenever you drop by. Malfoy told him through thought, though the tone of the thought sounded annoyed. Harry chuckled and replied in thought as he went about eating his food.

Harry had come to find that blocking out Malfoy's thoughts and censoring his own was not as challenging as he had originally expected. Now he could do it with ease with most tasks - some were still a bit shaky when it came to censoring but he managed to get by.

Harry finished up his food and made his way home, waiting for Ron to join him for a drink.

[justaguywhowritesstuff]

Hold On and Stay Safe ~Carl Grimes xOC~ Pt 7

While grappling with the death of his brother in the Woodbury Vs Prison war. Gavin has to learn to live his new life with the people who killed his only living family member. Even once Gavin starts to feel like he was creating a home at the prison things go awry and he's forced to flee on foot while trying to keep a promise he made before it all went to hell. As Gavin wanders the woods and fields alone, he finds his way to a new safe haven, Alexandria. Where he is taken in and cared for, and while those around him try to tell him otherwise Gavin still holds on to hope that his group is still out there. That Carl is still out there.

I do not own any of the characters or plot points that are not my own creations, all credit for those goes to the owners and writers of The Walking Dead.

The story will also have Carl and all others around his age (ie. Enid and Ron) will be aged up slightly so that by the end all "kids" will be 18-19 years old.

Full story on Wattpad

After being escorted around Alexandria, and being forced to hand over my pistol, I was brought to a house where Aaron and his husband Eric live. I learned a little bit about them, that they were together before the apocalypse, that they always wanted a kid, and that they weren't home a lot because they were always out scouting for more people to bring to Alexandria. Eventually, I was led up to the second bedroom they had. It seemed to be styled like a young boy's room, with light blue walls, and a full-sized bed with plaid covers, I almost felt wrong walking into a room that was so normal. Aaron and Eric brought me some towels and a fresh set of clothes so I could shower and get cleaned up in the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom."We were wondering if you would like to come to dinner with us at the Anderson's home. We know you just got here but it might be nice to meet some kids your age, they have a son Ron and a girl Enid who they took in." Aaron said with a kind smile. "She came here from being on her own out there like you." Eric chimed in, in a failing attempt to make me want to go more. "Thank you but I'm good..." I say softly. It's not that I didn't want to meet them, it's just that I just got here and I feel like I'm gonna need a lot of time to adjust. Aaron and Eric both smile and nod understandingly. "Of course we totally get it, it's a big change, so take your time we plan on having another dinner next week if your feeling up to it then." Eric said before stepping away, leaving just me and Aaron. There was a small, uncomfortable silence between us before he spoke. "Don't feel like you have to come, Enid didn't leave her room for weeks after she first got here. So just, take your time." He said with a small smile before leaving the room, closing the door behind himself. I slowly walked around the room inspecting it before I eventually put my dirty bag down on my bed, opening it up and taking out the few things I had managed to hold on to. I pulled out my, also quite dirty, second set of clothes, my tattered book, Josh's necklace, Patrick's glasses, and the broken arrow. I gingerly set them all down on the bedside table, feeling a rush of both relief and a new kind of fear. It had been so long since I had interacted with anyone let alone people my age in a world like this. I think about the last real conversation I had with someone my age, I thought back to the day of the governor's attack, and the last time I ever spoke to Carl Grimes.

[takamikeiigos]

warning: contains nsfw content, alcohol, and recreational drug use (cannabis), lil bit of possessive behaviour and a whole creampie cause we're sluts for keigo's cum tyvm

disclaimer: it's been over a year since Iast wrote content, and any keigo content at that. pls be kind, i am fragilé

also... i've never written Mirko before so excuse that mess. i'm also not caught up with the manga anime, so if you notice anything off with the plot line, mind ya business

lastly... i wrote this while, you guessed it, stoned!!! so sorry about any grammar mistakes. i am... a disaster

The time blinks at you from your car's dashboard, it's dim light glowing in the bleak atmosphere of the morning.

It's 6:45 a.m., much too early for your preference.

It's a gloomy day, having rained most of the night with clouds and a slight drizzle continuing into the morning. There's a slight chill in the air that makes you pull your cardigan tighter around yourself unconsciously, yet despite the cold rain and wet breeze, your iced coffee comforts you as you take a few sips from it's cup.

You let out a sigh and prepare yourself for this grueling meeting ahead of you.

Walking into the headquarters is hectic - to say in the least. Parking was a bitch and a half to start off. And though most heroes prefer to fly, walk, or use gadgets to maneuver around the city, you decided not to chance it with the rain. So you drove.

Shame on you for not realizing that the HPSC headquarters would have shit for parking, huh.

The building is bustling with life already - graveyard shift heros retiring for the morning while the first-shift patrol makes their way in. You scan the badge you were provided with when you first became a Pro Hero, elevator doors opening with a quiet chime before you step in. You press the button for the eighteenth floor, just a few short from the top of the building, and the doors close slowly, leaving behind the view of numerous assistants and secretaries running around.

You check the time again - 6:50 a.m.

It takes no longer than a minute or so before the doors chime again, this time opening to a much quieter surrounding. The walk to the conference room is dull, the hallways only filled with a few sidekicks and Pro Heroes at this point, the only noise coming from the communications desk where a few secretaries type away, deep in task as you pass by.

You approach the conference room at the end of the hallway and scan your I.D. card once more, the frosted door unlocking with a click and sliding open. A few heads pop up and turn when you enter, and you're met with smiles from a few Pro Heroes who are seated at the long table in the center of the room.

"Good morning, nice of you to join us," a man seated toward the head of the table greets you. Hindsight, assistant of the President. "Please, have a seat. We're still waiting on the President and a few others before we get started."

You spot a few empty seats, and your eyes soon land on Mirko as she pats the chair next to her. You offer her a smile and make your way toward her, setting your belongings down on the table quietly and claiming your spot in the seat beside her.

"Morning," you offer in a hushed tone, and she nods back in acknowledgement.

You look around at the numerous heros seated at the table, a few in conversation with those around them and a few jotting notes down in notebooks. You recognize a few, like Endeavor and Best Jeanist. Fatgum seems to be in a deep conversation with Present Mic, and a few seats away from them sits Eraser Head, leaned back in his chair with his scarf nuzzled up past his chin and his eyes closed.

"Who are we still waiting on?" You whisper to Mirko, and just as she goes to respond, the conference room door hisses open again.

"Those two," she huffs out a quiet laugh and nods toward the door.

Your gaze is trained on bright, fluffy red wings and a mop of blonde hair, before meeting a golden stare that's aimed right back at you. Hawks walks into the room with a relaxed composure, Rock Lock following behind him with his hands stuffed into his pants pockets.

They both claim two empty seats across the table from you and Mirko, Hawks plopping down and stretching his limbs while Rock Lock quietly sits down next to him, his attention turned to the head of the table.

Hawks let's out a loud yawn after he stretches, sprawled out in his chair with his wings tucked neatly behind himself. Down the table, both Endeavor and Best Jeanist roll their eyes at the unnecessary noise, and Hawks just retorts by sticking his tongue out at them.

He looks... tired? His eyes are a tad hazy and half lidded, and his posture is lazy, almost heavy as he rests back against his chair. He turns his attention back to you and Mirko and smirks.

"Mornin', chickadees."

"Are you stupid?" Mirko chuffs in amusement, her arms crossed over her chest as she stares the winged-hero down.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, little rabbit," Hawks tilts his head to the side innocently, as if he's genuinely confused.

Mirko barks out a laugh and a few heads turn at that, even yours. You look between both of them, honestly confused yourself on the situation.

"You can't be serious, Hawks."

"What are they gonna do, fire me?" He grins, bringing his arms up and back, his hands interlocking and resting behind his head.

Okay. You're completely lost. What did he do and why would it bring up him being fired?

You pinpoint your gaze onto him once more and thoroughly look him over. His blithe form and the care-free attitude basically leaking from his bones; slightly bloodshot and lidded eyes, the smirk on his face.

"Are you-"

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Are we ready to start?"

You didn't even hear the door to the conference room open, and in walks the President of the HPSC.

Hawks just shoots you a wink before facing toward the head of the table, but you continue to stare at him in awe.

"Yes? Then let's get started," the President speaks as she takes her seat at the end of the table next to her advisor, "We have a lot to go over and little time. If you'd so kindly turn your attention to the screen behind me while Hindsight passes around your Intel packets. Again, this information is confidential and not to be shared with anyone outside of HPSC and your teammates. Not your friends, not your family, not your significant others. Understood?"

There's a few mumbles of acknowledgement from around the table, and with that you tear your gaze from Hawks and focus on the PowerPoint display on the large screen behind the President.

This was going to be a long, long meeting. Part of you understands why Hawks decided to roll up higher than a kite.

Somehow, you wouldn't expect any less from him.

•••

About a half-hour into it, you start becoming distracted.

The President has spent the last thirty minutes going over the case that's been presented to them, and the team that they already have infiltrating the villains. It's another scenario of some hotshot that's pissed off at the world with a bitter hatred toward Heroes, and has decided to come up with a way of reaping quirks. It vaguely reminds you of the Hassaikai ordeal.

As the President continues to go over the Intel that HPSC has already received, your focus somehow shifts back to Hawks. Where he was once sprawled out in his chair, aloof and care-free, he's now leaned toward the table, elbows rested on the cold surface and his hands interlocked under his chin.

He looks intensely focused.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you notice he's starting back at you, his gaze sharp and his pupils dialating in the slightest.

"I can feel you staring, little bird," he hums quietly, raising an eyebrow in interest.

You open your mouth, stuttering over an attempt to defend yourself, but the President beats you to it, her sharp voice cutting through your stupor.

"Is there something you'd like to add, Hawks?"

He blinks, and you swear you catch the slight roll of his eyes as he looks toward the President, his gaze cold and annoyed.

"No, ma'am. Not at all. Carry on, please," he offers a curt smile.

She stares at him momentarily, as if debating something in her head, but decides against saying anything. Instead she continues where she left off.

Hawks looks back at you for a brief moment, eyes narrowed like he's studying you, the molten hold of his gaze making your skin warm. You shift in your seat under his intense, silent scrutiny, and he huffs out a laugh. He knows that you're curious and it's caught his attention, and now it dangles between the both of you like a carrot on a stick.

•••

The meeting ends after a tedious ninety minutes. The mission starts in a week, which is nice because it gives you time to prepare.

Especially because you've been split into teams, and you've never worked with half of these people this closely, before.

Especially because you've been paired with Hawks.

The room begins to clear out, some heroes immediately going on duty, and some turning in to enjoying their time off. You stay behind for a few extra minutes to jot down some notes about the upcoming mission and ask any questions you have about what you should expect. Though you've worked alongside Mirko before, you've never worked with Hawks. And to be honest, you don't really know how to feel. You've only interacted with him once or twice, if you could even call them interactions to start with.

You know he's the Number Two Hero in Japan - dangerously fast and more observant than most. He tends to come off as a bit cocky and carefree; youthfully optimistic and sure in his ways, but you can't help but wonder if that's just how he is or if it's all for show.

You briefly saw how he'd worked before the Paranomal Liberation War, freshly twenty-two with a pep in his step and a flame inside of him that couldn't be diminished.

The news coverage after his faceoff with Dabi had put many Pro Heroes, including the HPSC, on edge. The Press Conferences seemed never-ending and the tension kept it's sharp edge.

He recovered with the same optimistic attitude he always had - though his wings were tarnished and he was left flightless, voiceless, and scarred - yet he never seemed to falter.

You can't help but wonder how someone could stay so positive. And what secrets he's holding that make up his nonchalant persona.

You wrap up with Hindsight, grabbing your notes and the remainder of your coffee, and bid your farewells. You're off for the day thankfully, already worn down by the immediate influx of information just shortly after waking up.

The ride home is quiet besides the afternoon traffic in Musutafu, and the ache for a hot bath and a nap nag at you stronger with every step you take closer to your apartment.

•••

You're pissed. What should have been a seemless takedown suddenly turned into a massive clusterfuck once you found out the villain you'd been going after had a cloning quirk.

And you were all alone.

After about thirty minutes of running around in what felt like circles, you finally got fed up and called for backup. And after an additional twenty minutes of throwing pointless punches and attacks that didn't hit the right target, you'd finally managed to land a hit. Only then did your relief show up and take things over.

You managed to get back to your Agency with a few minor scratches and bruises, but ultimately, you were exhausted.

You're packing up your hero uniform and the rest of your belongings when your phone comes to life from across the room. You stare at it for a moment, debating on even answering because who could possibly be calling you at ten o'clock, and why. You give it a few more seconds before dropping what you're doing and rushing over to answer it.

"Yes ma'am?"

" 'Yes ma'am'? What is this, a reenactment of Keigo getting scolded by the President?" Mirko's voice echoes through the room as you put her on speaker.

You roll your eyes and continue packing up the rest of your stuff, "Yeah, that's exactly what it is."

"Well in that case, you can call me 'Ma'am' any time you'd like. I'd love to teach you a lesson or two," Mirko chuckles on the other line. There's a little bit of background noise on her end, a dim thrum of music and the distant sound of people talking.

"Did you just ask me on a date, Mir?" You can't help but laugh at the cheesy flirtation she throws at you, shaking your head to yourself.

"Yes, actually!" She exclaims, and you hear glass clinking in the background. "Keigo and I are out for drinks at this cute little Pro-Hero bar they just opened downtown. You should join, a few more are coming down as a last 'hoorah' before the mission next week."

"Ah, I dunno, Mir. Honestly I'm pretty beat and due for a shower. And bed time."

"Pleeeeease? I promise it's nothing crazy. Just a few drinks and that's it. We just wanna see you!" Mirko begs on the other line, and you can almost see the puppy-dog face.

Wait.. 'we'? Like.. 'we' as in Mirko and Keigo both want to see you? Or 'we' as in the rest of the team?

"Pretty please?" Mirko asks once more, this time softer. And you know that she's probably pouting. And tipsy.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess. But only a few drinks then I'm going home. Seriously. I have to get up early." You give up the fight and basically put your life and sleep in her hands, locking your office door behind you and beginning your decent down to the garage.

"Yes!! Only a few drinks, I swear! I'll text you the address, see you soon bunny!'

The phone abruptly hangs up, but not even two seconds later it chimes with a text notification. You roll your eyes with a smile and get into your car.

•••

Thankfully you'd showered at the agency, so you didn't need to fly home just to be out later than you wanted to. The leggings and cropped sweater you had on would have to suffice, because you weren't going home to change, either.

The bar you pull up to has you a little confused. You show your Hero I.D. when you get up to the door, and with a nod the bouncer let's you in. It seems like your average bar on any corner, dimly lit to set the atmosphere with a few patrons hanging out at the counter, and a few standing on the floor, talking with drinks in hand.

Your eyes scan over the area but there's no sign of Mirko. Or Hawks.

Maybe she gave you the wrong address?

You give her a call and she answers on the second ring.

"Are you here?' She asks excitedly. Though she isn't slurring, the tone of he voice tells you she's ready a few drinks in.

"I'm here. But where are you?"

"Wait, are you still upstairs?" She asks seriously.

"Upstairs? What do you mean 'upstairs'?" You ask, suspecting she's up to something.

"Come downstairs, babe. We're at the bar downstairs." She laughs loudly, and it takes your brain a second to process.

"Wait, what-"

"It's fine Mirko, I've got her," someone says after snatching your phone from your hand. You whip around, ready to throw hands after the day you've had, but Hawks offers you a small wave from where he stands now infront of you, your phone pressed to his ear.

You deflate almost instantly, sighing and in desperate need of a drink suddenly. Hawks mutters a few 'uh huh's before he hangs up, offering your phone back to you with a smile.

You grab it back from him, taking in his appearance outside of work. He's dressed casually, dark jeans and a deep, dark crimson button-up shirt. He's got a few rings on his fingers, and a watch on his wrist, which you've never noticed since he's always in uniform when you see him.

You look up at him and his stare is intense, eyes bright but slightly narrowed, like he's still trying to figure you out. He's got a couple earings in you notice, beside his normal black ones.

"Lost?"

"Thank you. And no, I'm not lost. Just don't go out often." You mumble, looking around the bar.

"You looked pretty lost to me. Still do, princess." He laughs as he begins walking away, beckoning you to follow. He brings you to a stairwell at the back of the bar and leads you downstairs. It's much darker down here, besides a few flashing lights and 'exit' signs. You travel down an open hallway before making it to an entrance, where the flashing lights are brighter and the music is louder.

"What happened to a few drinks?" You yell over the music to Hawks, and you can tell he's laughing at you.

"Mir knew you wouldn't come out of she told you we were in a nightclub. But we'll make sure you get home in one piece, don't worry." He leans into you slightly so you can hear him.

You roll your eyes for what feels like the billionth time today, and finally you see Mirko waving you down across the crowd.

You don't think you've ever seen this many heroes packed into a bar before. On a dance floor, nonetheless.

Before you even get a chance to take your seat at the bar, Mirko is shoving a drink in your face. It's bright red and orange in color, and smells faintly of oranges and alcohol.

"Cheers, babe! You made it!" She exclaims.

Barely, you think as you the three of you raise a toast.

•••

You're a few drinks in, cheeks warm and body loose as you lean back against the bar. Hawks and Mirko are on the dance floor with each other, dancing closely to some song with heavy bass, drinks in hand.

You wonder if it's hard for Hawks to maneuver his wings in such dense crowds like this. Though they're still growing out and recovering from the damage Dabi dealt a few years ago, they're still very full and nearly back to full capacity. He seems to move them just like you'd move an arm or leg, so it must not be a huge problem.

You watch as he places a hand on Mirko's waist and leans in to say something to her. She gently whacks him upside the head and tosses her head back in laughter, her ears bouncing with every laugh.

You smile at their antics. You've heard a bit about Hawks from Mirko, but it's only because he's been one of her best friends for the longest time. She jokes about his charm and suave behavior a lot, but never fails to bring up how much of an amazing person he is. Not just a hero, but a living, breathing person.

Suddenly Mirko's in your face, handing you her drink without any warning.

"I have to pee!" She exclaims over the music.

"And what am I supposed to do with this?" You ask, raising her abandoned glass into view.

"I don't know, drink it!" She shrugs, and a small smirk forms on her lips. "And go dance with Keigo. He's like a child, he'll get lost."

"But-"

"Aht-aht," Mirko shakes her head. She grabs her glass out of your hands and brings it to your lips. You begrudgingly open your mouth to prevent it from spilling all over your face as she tips the glass, and swallow it down.

"Good girl, now. Keigo. Babysit. Love you!" She pats one of your cheeks and kisses the other, before disappearing from your sight.

You sigh and finish off the rest of your drink, the glass clinking heavily with abandon as you set it down on the bar top. When you look back out toward the crowd, Hawks - Keigo? Whoever he is, is making his way toward you.

"She tell you to babysit me?" He guesses, focused on flagging the bartender down. He leans into the bar next to you, stretching his wings outward for a moment, and when he draws them back in, he's looking at you.

"She sure did," you confirm, turning to face him. He smells nice, like deep amber and fresh air, and you can't help but take a small step closer to him.

"I don't see why. I'd like to think I can handle my own at twenty-five." He ponders, bringing a hand back to rub his neck.

"I dunno, Keigo. You did show up to an important meeting under the influence, in front of the President of the HSPC, mind you." You smile at him and nudge his shoulder. He lets out a laugh and shakes his head.

"Sweetheart, if you think that was 'under the influence', that's just the tip of the iceberg." He leans in closer to you, as if he's going to let you in on a secret. "You're gonna want to save those babysitting skills for the days that I'm really goin' through it."

"Do you smoke often?" The question leaves your lips before you're able to stop yourself, but when he smiles brightly at you, your nerves melt away.

"Hmm, normally after long missions or rough days." He says thoughtfully.

"But aren't you always on long missions?" You deadpan.

"Bingo!" He claps his hands together slowly, "Which is why I do it! Helps me destress. Especially with how tense my wings can get from time to time."

"Meetings stress you out that much?" You ask seriously, eyebrows raised.

"Now that was because the President is a raging bitch and has some personal vendetta against me."

•••

It's going on one-thirty in the morning and you already know you're going to be the walking dead by the time your shift starts at eight o'clock.

You're exiting the bar loose-limbed and warm, Mirko on one side of you and Keigo on the other. You had enough to drink that your skin is buzzing and your cheeks are warm to the touch, but thankfully not enough that you'll be sick.

You get halfway to your car before Mirko turns to offer you a hug.

"Alright you shits, ya girl here has to be in bed in promptly 20 minutes, so I must bid thee farewell."

"Are you going to be okay getting home?" You wrap your arms around her in a tight embrace, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as she pulls away.

"Yes ma'am," she salutes you before pulling Keigo in the a hug, gaining a kiss on her other cheek. "These boots were made for walking. And hopping. And kicking ass. Which I've done many times."

"Okay. Well call me when you get home, please!" You call to her as she begins walking away. She waves over her shoulder and blows you a kiss.

You sigh and turn around, suddenly taken aback by Keigo lifting a joint to his mouth.

"Stressed out?"

He laughs, smoke puffing out from his mouth as he does. He brings a hand to run through his hair, hitting the joint once more as he looks into the distance.

A few seconds pass and his amber irises are trained back on you, and he watches you for a moment.

"Not at all, baby bird."

You both continue to walk back to your car, and he offers you the joint. You decline politely, not wanting to add another reason for your head to spin just before bed.

He nods and takes a few more hits along the walk, ashing it once you reach your car.

"Well, Hawks, thank you for walking me to my car," you turn to face him, the evening chill a cold contrast to your warmed skin.

"Of course, I'd say we're almost even in time spent babysitting each other," he nudges your shoulder with his wing gently.

"First of all -" a small laugh falls from your lips, and you nudge him back.

"Come home with me," he says suddenly, and you stop dead in your tracks. He's staring at you intently again, gauging your reaction with those piercing eyes of his. He looks good; hair windswept and his eyes almost glowing under the moonlight. The top few buttons of his shirt have come undone over the course of the night and your eyes roam down over the broad expanse of his chest before meeting his gaze again.

His eyes widen slightly, like he's finally realized just how brash that statement was, and his cheeks color ever-so-slightly.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. That was totally out of line, I-"

"Okay," you agree.

He stares back at you in awe.

"I'll come home with you. Besides, you owe me. Because I definitely put in more babysitting hours than you have."

It takes him a moment to catch up with what you're saying, before a smile breaks out across his lips.

"Game on, princess. Whatever your heart desires."

•••

You decide to leave your car in the parking lot of the bar, as long as Keigo promises to drop you off in the morning to get it.

The fly to his apartment is both terrifying and fascinating. You've flown in airplanes and jets numerous times to attend hero meetings and missions across Japan, but putting your full faith in someone's arms, literally, is a whole other ballgame.

You expect nothing less than a penthouse apartment for Keigo. The very top floor of a high rise that overlooks Musutafu. You are surprised to find, though, that his apartment isn't cold and left looking untouched like most Pro Heroes. Instead it's cozy - large windows that give an open view of the city greeting you when he unlocks the door.

The color scheme is warm, with burnt oranges and reds and browns. The wooden floors are accompanied by a few plush rugs, and the living room couches are adorned in pillows and throws.

The door clicks quietly behind you as you toe your shoes off, Keigo following in your wake.

"This is.. nice. Refreshing," you say as you walk further into the living area, running a hand across the back of one of the couches.

"Hmm. The HSPC chose it for me when I started my own agency. Didn't like it at first, but I couldn't argue with the view. I guess it's become home."

He takes a seat on the couch that sits parallel to the large windows that overlook the city, and you walk around to stand in front of him, nudging his legs apart with your knees. He looks up at you through heavy lids, and you reach out, running a hand through golden tufts of hair. A deep hum rumbles from within his chest and his hands come up to rest on your hips.

"You sure you want this, songbird?" He asks lowly, his voice like smooth gravel, not too sharp but enough edge to send shivers down your spine.

"Like I said, consider this payback for the overtime hours I've worked this week," you kneel over him, crawling forward slightly so his back is pressed against the couch cushions, before finding your place in his lap.

"I know what I owe you. But I need a yes or no, baby bird. Not doing anything to you without a solid answer," he breathes out, his hands coming to rest on your thighs.

"Yes, Keigo. You're going to fuck me, right here, on this couch, and then we're going to bed because we both have to get up early."

He groans low, his fingers digging into your thighs. "Fuck," he nearly chokes as his head falls back against the couch, his eyes closing and his brow pinched. "Say it again."

"Fuck me, Keigo. Please," You lean forward, fingers tangled in his hair as you whisper in his ear.

He rocks his hips upward just slightly, and it's enough for you to crave more friction. You close the distance and press your lips to his, and he accepts willingly, parting his lips and running his tongue across your bottom lip in attempt to get you in deeper.

It gets heated quick, small bites between feverish kisses and roaming hands. His hands move to tug at your cropped sweater, and you reluctantly break away so he can pull it off and drop it to the floor. Your bra comes next, his deft fingers pulling at the clasp just once before it comes undone, soon joining your sweater on the floor.

"Fuck, I want you out of these clothes, baby," he grunts, leaning forward with his hands pressed to your back and his face buried in your breasts. He rolls his hips upward a few times and you can feel where his cock strains in his jeans, and you can't help but moan at the feeling of it.

His hands travel slowly down to the waistband of your leggings, and in a swift, seamless movement he's shifting your panties off with them. He's got you where he wants you, naked and dripping with need in his lap, and he can't help but to slide a hand underneath you, his middle and ring finger running through the slick that's dripping down your thighs and teasing your cunt. You moan loudly as he slips both fingers inside of you, your pussy tightening around them as you try to sink further onto his hand, craving the feeling of being full.

He tilts his head up and finds your lips, groaning into your mouth. "That's it, baby. Look at you, so wet for me."

You pry the rest of his shirt open, shaking fingers undoing each button with desperation, before making quick work of his jeans. You whine when he removes his fingers from you, but his presses reassurances against your lips, promising that he'll give you more as he kicks his jeans and briefs off.

You look down at him, completely bare besides the button-up shirt, but you don't have the patience to work it over his wings. His erection sits proudly between your heat and his stomach, thick and drooling with precum. You reach out, needing to get a feel for yourself, and he moans loudly once you wrap your hand around the girth of it.

You both watch as you pump his cock a few times, smearing precum over your hand and his lower abdomen.

"Kei," the nickname falls from your lips in a whine, and he brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Anything, I'll give it to you," he breathes out, voice wrecked.

"Wanna cockwarm you," You're almost in tears with how bad you want it, the weight of his cock in your hand enough to make you dizzy with need.

"Yeah? Wanna sit on it for a little bit? Take it all in and get used to shape on my cock?"

You nod, your face hot with anticipation and limbs turning weak from the aching need to be filled.

"Mm, and what do good girls say, princess?" He lifts your hips, brushing your hand from his cock. He grabs a hold of it, shifting his hips upward so the head of it brushes between your wet folds and against your clit. You stifle a whimper and arch into his touch, and he brings his free hand around to the back of your neck, squeezing gently.

"Hm?" He prompts, never faltering with his teasing.

"P-Please!" You cry out, tears brimming your lashes. "Please Kei, I need it. Promise I'll be good for you. Pleasepleaseplease."

He brings you forward for a kiss, at the same time rolling his hips upward, pressing the head of his cock into the tight, wet heat of your pussy. You both groan loudly and the feeling and you can't control yourself, sinking down until his cock is fully seated inside of you.

"Fuuuck, that's it baby. Just like that. Doin' so good for me," he praises against your lips, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit while you adjust to the feeling of him stretching your insides. You rock your hips a few times, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut in concentration, and he presses small kisses to the corner of your mouth, his fingers massaging the back ofbyour neck where he keeps his hold.

After a few moments of muted whines and breaths, he pulls his hand from where it teases your clit, and reaches toward the corner table at the side of the couch. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, rocking your hips every so often to keep the sensation going, too busy to pay any mind in what he's reaching for. You hear a drawer open and close, and just as you pull back he brings a joint to his lips and sparks it. The flame reflects in his golden irises and you can't help but keep the eye contact, a chill running up your spine as he takes his first drag.

He exhales slowly, the smoke billowing from his lips and circling around you, the strong scent of cannabis wafting through the air.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, earnest, as he hits the joint again. But before he can exhale, you press your lips to his, licking into his mouth in attempt to get him to open up for you. Once he does, he breathes out slowly, whatever smoke that was on it's way out of his airways now entering yours, and you inhale it smoothly. You pull away from him and let a long breath out, the smoke mostly dissipated as you lick you lips.

"M'Good, 'n you?" You whisper in question, plucking the joint from his fingers and taking a long drag. He stares you down the entire time, like a predator watching it's prey, as you inhale and exhale.

"Shit," he rasps, and you smirk when you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

You press the joint to his lips, letting him take a few more puffs, before ashing it in the ashtray on the side table. He draws you back in for a kiss, this one slower paced and relaxed; languid as you both rock against eachother.

Minutes go by that you stay like that, wandering fingers and mouths exploring, before the burning heat between your thighs starts making itself known, again.

"I know, baby. C'mere," Keigo beckons, and you press fully against him, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. He reaches both of his hands around to squeeze and massage the plump fat of your ass, rocking your hips in a steady rhythm. You whine into the crook of his neck and he coos softly, warm hands traveling up the small of your back.

"M'Gonna fuck you real nice and deep - gonna keep it slow so you can feel every inch. Gotta make sure you remember who this pussy belongs to, yeah?" He whispers into your hair, and you nod, your eyes squeezing shut in anticipation.

He keeps his word, his thrusts starting slow and deep. He pulls almost all the way out, just enough that your pussy clamps down around the head of his cock, before thrusting back in deep, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you with a slow drag.

There's pressure against your clit and suddenly a low vibration, and the stimulation of it makes you cry out, choking on a moan. You gain the courage to look down, and to your surprise, there's a small feather between your legs, doing god's work.

"Kei, m'close," your words come out jumbled, and he hums into your hair, his thrusts picking up speed.

"Tell me who this pussy belongs to, and I'll let you cum, songbird," he whispers into you ear, voice low and heady. You choke back tears, the stimulation of his this cock rubbing against your walls and the vibration of the feather against your clit becoming overwhelming.

"Tell me. Who does it belong to? Who's cock is stuffed so deep inside of you that you'll be aching for days, hummingbird?" He repeats, and you choke on your words once more as you cry out.

"You! You, Keigo, please! W'nna cum. Wan' you to claim my pussy," you sob, the edging burn in your gut coiling tighter as he pounds into you ruthlessly.

"Fuck, that's my girl. Cum with me sweetheart, it's okay," Keigo reaches up and tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling you back so he can get a good look as he thrusts into you. Fat tears roll down you cheeks, dripping down to meet the mess between your thighs, and your breath hitches a few moments later as you clamp down on his cock, your orgasm crashing over you in intense waves. Your vision blurs for a moment and he pulls you forward again so you can rest against his chest and ride it out as he continues his thrusts.

"That's it baby. Fuck, you did so good for me," he grunts, his hips stuttering the closer he gets. "Gonna cum inside you, claim you as mine. Make a whole fuckin' mess outta you."

You whine and nip at his neck, and the moment that one of your hands reaches out to take purchase in one of his wings, his hims come to a halt and he throws his head back, a low moan working it's way out from deep in his chest. The feeling of his hot cum emptying inside of you is dizzying, the feeling of being stuffed to the point of it gushing down your thighs enough to satisfy you for life.

You roll your hips, milking him of every drop of his cum as he wraps his arms around you and breathes deep into your hair. You nip softly at his neck as you both ride through the afterglow, skin tacky with sweat and cum.

You blink hazily and spot a clock on the far wall of the room, the hour-hand resting just past three o'clock. You reluctantly pull away from the warmth of Keigo's chest and groan, attempting to shift off of his lap.

"Shh, I known you wanna go to bed, songbird. But at least let me clean you up first, yeah?" He coos quietly, brushing your hair from your face and wiping the tears from you cheeks.

You nod tiredly, and he slowly pulls out of you. You can feel the warm blanket of his wings wrap around you and soon he's lifting you into his arms, securing your legs around his waist and you arms around his shoulders. Sleep is making itself known quickly, especially when he lays you down on his bed. And by the time he leaves and returns with a warm towel, wiping your limps down gently and cleaning you up, you're nearly passed out.

You feel him crawl into bed and pull you into his arms, and you swear the security of his body curled around yours - and the gentle kiss he presses to your forehead, feels too much like everything you've ever wanted.

hahaha don't look at me this is trash

[stylistiquements]

Day 9 : Scronch'love.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : a lovely afternoon and an ancestral question; when are you going to join the dream smp?

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.5k

𐐪𐑂 Warning : swearing

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“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

Time bends and twists into unknowns shapes when well spent. So, you’re so not sure. Long enough for your fairy garden to start looking like at least a proper garden, long enough for your feet to start fidgeting, brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket ever so slightly and softly.

“Can you share your screen?”

“I’m just picking flowers, there’s nothing much to see,” you warn but it never does the proper job.

“That’s fine, I like watching you play.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yeah. You’ve been playing for years and you’re still dog water. It's almost soothing,” you hear him grin through the silkiness of his voice.

You smile evasively, palm gripping the mouse and executing on memory. Soon, Sapnap’s satisfied noises hovers and everything is just how it’s supposed to be. You spend a while humming the music of days and nights of the game while building your project. Sap helps from time to time, giving advice when his attention is there and leaving trails of compliments on his way. You don’t think the garden is necessarily that good, you don’t mind either.

“Do you think the tree should go on the left or the right of the pond?” You ask, fingers drumming back and forth between the two options. Right he says. "What about the roses, do I plant some or not?"

“It’s just a detail, don’t hurt your brain too much on that,” he says in a light tone, but you disagree.

“Details are what make things important. Like when you remember I prefer warm pillows so you give me yours, it’s just a detail but it makes me happy.”

“Of course I do; you’re a baby,” he murmurs teasingly.

With an arched eyebrow, you retort, “says you,” and silence follows for a second as you plant the tree on the right of the pond.

“Yeah, Dream already made sure I was aware of that.”

“Not sure why the piss baby thinks he’s qualified to have this conversation, buddy,” you note and Sap chuckles are as vivid as contagious. “Why would he call you a baby anyway? What have you done?”

“I-I’m not telling you.” As soon as the mumbles fades, your phone sends loud vibrations on your desk. You abandon your character to the night and the wildness, picking the phone as you murmur a low oh, okay. Whether it’s to your phone or Sapnap, that, isn’t really clear. Still, Sapnap’s words sound more distant, more of what wonders are made of. On the screen, a twitter notification of a certain Karl Jacobs.

“You’re not even listening to me anymore,” Sapnap whines.

“I don’t listen to whiny babies, sorry.”

“We’re on the verge of divorce, yn and it’s your fault.”

A scoff skitters out through teasing lips, “But you still talk about me all the time, don’t you?” Your voice drags through different lands, unknown and musky.

“So what?” He splutters all awkward like it’s some kind of confidence that shouldn’t have left his thoughts and, somehow, you’re surprised the almighty confidence has left the game. “Who said that?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re obsessed with me, admit it,” you demand and though you don’t notice it, too tangled with the moment, the atmosphere is tinted with a different nuance like it’s suddenly dawn at the end of a summer party.

“So are you.”

Now, your heart drums a strange yet familiar rhythm. Something made of secrets and uncertainty, something you decided to leave unnamed a long time ago. Sapnap, you reason, can’t be lied to. He knows better than words half meant, half made up and it’s annoying, really, but he just does somehow. If you dare to lie, he would know and then it would be even more annoying.

“Yeah, you’re living in my head rent free but at least I’m not trying to hide it.” No answer. You peek at the game, you’ve been slain by a spider. “Karl said that,” you resign yourself. “He said he was about to join the vc by the way.”

Before the conversation can carry on, the sound of Karl joining the call resonates. Being in this Discord server is like living in a house with 10 siblings, that’s what you understand from the way Sap exhales heavily.

“Oh, I am interrupting something?” Karl says, struck by a peculiar energy.

“Besties time Karl, besties time,” Sapnap mumbles beneath his breath and it chimes a little like disappointment.

“Well, too bad I guess,” Karl exclaims. “It's about time I meet miss Bunnyshow.”

Karl is like that gif of a cat sitting in a tiny box with the caption “if it fits, I sit”.

“Does that mean our passive aggressive subweet arc is over?” You ask, faking the dejection when your smile grows wide.

“Oh god, I hope not. That’s my favorite part of the day.”

"It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my comfort streamer Karl Jacobs," you confess.

Satisfied, your attention gets back on the game; flowers rooting gracefully into the dirt and hives ready to host the beloved honey bugs as Karl and Sap catch up on time being apart. Everything is quiet and peaceful like the end of an afternoon well spent.

“I like your garden,” Karl points out and you hum a thank you beneath your breath.

“So you can take Karl’s compliments but not mine.”

“We’re besties you’re honor. Sapnap you can leave now, thank you,” Karl giggles and you follow along.

“Sorry Karl, there’s only room for one man in my heart and that has to be Sapnap.”

He fakes a cry to keep the theatrics before adding without transitions, “You know if you asked Dream he’d probably let you on the SMP.”

“No thanks,” you grin.

“Sapnap, your girl doesn’t want to play with us.”

“She’s already been whitelisted for months now,” Sapnap informs but fails to comment on the first part of the complaint.

He’s not lying, but you feel like it says more about Dream’s stubbornness than it says about you. As for your best friend, he understands better than anyone that wish for privacy and it’s something made of respect like yours for his career. You’d rather see him shaped by all the light than being touched by a glimpse of it. He does, after all, deserves it all. So, that’s the contract you made with yourself because it made sense; being a supportive shadow. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that you’ve never considered streaming before. It’s that it’s his world more than yours.

Karl, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to think the same way, “This is unacceptable, I gotta send a few texts.”

“Lost cause, dude, lost cause,” you grin but stubbornness seems to be a pre required trait for those mcyts.

Before you have time to find a suitable comment about the newborn group chat, a new person joins the call and Sapnap's annoyance is even more palpable, "No fucking way dude. We can't even have a second of peace on this server."

"Why would you be in a discord call if you want peace. You're just dumb," Quackity retorts with an energy he and he only can ever own.

Then George joins and Dream follows on his heels and soon your ears are filled with conversations that are as loud as scattered. Your shoulders sink in the back of your chair as soft fingers try to brush the upcoming migraine away. This is why you can't join the SMP; -not really but still- too much energy that has to be processed at all time. And you should know better, being friend with a very chaotic boy for the last 15 years, but you're not somehow.

"No, fuck that," Sapnap mutters. "I'm out."

"You can't leave now we have things to discuss," George exclaims. "Bunny, explain to me how Sapnap's proposition is more appealing than mine."

"Because I know her more than you do," he defends, and he's right. Money isn't of you interest. Love, on the other hand...

"Because she's like scronch'love," Karl giggles mindlessly.

"The fuck does scronch'love mean?" You ask, amused.

"It's very simple," Quackity intervenes. "If I offered you the same thing, would you even consider it?"

"Of course I would. What kind of question is that?"

"Fine. So, if Sapnap keeps his offer, here is mine; you become the president of Las Nevadas in addition to what he said."

"What?" Sapnap takes offense.

The call brims with an agitated confusion as you smile deviously, heels rooted into the floor to make your chair spin lightly and your fingers drum on your desk.

"I don't think you wanna do that," George corrects.

"Yeah, you absolutely don't," you confirm.

"Fine," he retorts. "So Sapnap's offer plus a Las Nevadas citizenship. How does that sound?"

"Like an offer I'll confider," you sigh. "So who's scronch'love now?"

"Still you," Dream answers. "Except you're also a big dummy."

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A/N : helloooo,, how are you??? this part very self indulgent and I think this fic will be in general but I hope you liked it anyway. I love the idea of c!quackity always being too much and always having something to add to be even more over the top. I'm having more trouble than I thought about Bunny's and Sap's friendship because I want them to have a very special friendship but I hope it appears as such. idk. lmk what you think and thank you for reading it it makes me very happy <3 Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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[moominnyu]

oblivious [kevin moon]

🧸🎀 — pairings: kevin moon (the boyz) x gender neutral reader

🧸🎀 — tw: none.

🧸🎀 — wc: 3751

anyone who knows kevin to a personal level would be sorry for the guy, frustrated in his behalf even.

now, don't get me wrong, he's a handsome young man with a sweet personality, a nice car and good friends. he's a member of one of the hottest, on the rise k-pop boy groups, with a honeyed voice and great dance skills. he could probably bag anyone he wanted with minimal effort on his part, whether they work or not for the same industry as him. but the problem for kevin moon starts around someone who has little to nothing to do with the idol world.

you're kevin's friend, his little childhood friend from back when he was in america, and current best friend even here in korea. kevin's childhood friend who's only an university student, and knows as much about idols as you know about calculus— that is, nothing—, kevin's childhood friend who works part time in café, and still gets allowance from your parents, kevin's childhood friend who lives just three blocks from his dorm, who is so used to be by his side that you practically live at his dorm alongside his members. kevin's childhood friend who is... just his childhood friend and nothing more.

he's been on the unrequited love side of the spectrum for too long that his problem no longer relies on the fact that you guys are friends probably since you were both fetuses inside your mothers' wombs. he already felt this way about you when you lost your first tooth when you were six, even when you smiled at him with an incisor missing. he already felt this way about you when he taught you how to ride a bike at the park when you both were nine, even when you fell on your face and had a big bruise on your left cheek that remained on your skin for two weeks after that. he already felt this way about you when you turned fourteen and you stopped being a tiny shrimp and started looking more like what would later become his ideal type. he already felt this way about you when you guys were seventeen and he was starting his little youtube channel with one of his friends, and you would watch his videos with a genuine excitement that matched his. he already felt this way about you when you moved to korea together, not even knowing what was ahead of you but knowing that you had each other whatever happened.

he's been in love with you for way too long, so long that he already had every single inner monologue, argument, discussion and debate he could possibly have with himself about how absolutely wrong and criminal it is to have a crush, or rather, be in love with your best friend.  

he won in absolutely zero of these arguments against himself, as he always came to the conclusion that it was wrong, you two were friends and that's it, that you probably saw him only as a brother, if anything. but he had received his very needed push in the back by his members, now close friends of both of you, that insisted that it was normal: you were attractive, funny, sweet and a perfectly viable choice for him due to your closeness, anyone in his situation would probably be the same, and he would be a fool if he let go of the opportunity. with your looks and personality, you could get a partner anytime you wanted, and time was ticking for kevin, which, in turn, prompted him to act with you in mind, courtesy of sunwoo who mentioned he'd be the one making the moves if kevin didn't do it first.

and, so, it started, the tortuous process of courting.  

he didn't outright tell you he liked you, as he wanted to test the waters first, so he started with simple and minimal things, things that would go completely unnoticed by you unless you saw him as something more than a simple friend, unless you saw him in the same light as he saw you.  

hugging you a tad bit tighter and longer when he greeted you, getting leaves out of your hair or clothes for you, tentatively holding your hand when he wanted to guide you somewhere, placing his hands on your waist on hips when he walked past you; all little things that made his pale cheeks burn up a crimson color and his stupid, traitor heart beat uncontrollably against his ribcage... all little things that you remained completely apathetic to.  

“don't be afraid to up your game, hyung,” haknyeon had offered some advice, and as if it served as comfort to kevin, he had friendly palmed his back to show empathy for him, who sat with his head down, face hidden in his hands, “i think y/n is great! they definitely haven't noticed yet, and that's why they haven't said anything!”

it was another one of those nights where he was overcome with feelings, when the tug on his chest became too heavy and when the feeling of urgency became desperation. none of what he did was working out the way he wanted it to, and everytime he was left with more questions that answers: did you really blush when you brushed hands while reaching for the salt, or was it his mind playing tricks on him? were you really staring at him with such dreamy eyes when he was sketching or were you just spaced out? he could never tell.  

“well, that's obvious,” sunwoo retorted, plump lips on a straight line. he scratched his head and nudged kevin on the ribs, “you're the one who knows them best, you should that y/n had never had a partner before, it's likely they're just oblivious to your advances,”

an imaginary lightbulb flicked on on top of kevin's head at that moment when he realized sunwoo was right.

in all the years he's known you, you've never showed any kind of romantic interest in any person. it wasn't that you were short of suitors or admirers, quite the contrary, actually, you've had that sweet tendency to smile at everyone that happened to make eye contact with you since little, offer your help whenever needed and an ability to make friends with anyone in a matter of seconds. kevin was sure, during all his high school years, that the reason why he was liked was because of the halo effect, produced by the fact that he was always by your side.  

but, you, even with many suitors and secret admirers, never once brought up the topic of dating and crushes in front of kevin. he thought it was better that way, honestly, he's a bit more mature now but back when he was still a teenager, he was sure he wouldn't be able to take it if he heard you talking about another guy, all starry eyed and blushing. but that didn't mean he didn't feel curious about it.  

one time, against his own mental advices to just mind his business in case he ended up with a broken heart, kevin asked you about a guy in your class who he overheard your classmates teasing you about.

“oh, yeah, you mean james, right?” you sat on the floor of his bedroom, copying the answers from his textbook onto yours. you had bit your pencil and narrowed your eyes, thoughtfully, “i tutor him on sundays. nice guy.”

“i know who he is,” kevin answered, matter of factly, as he reclined back on his desk chair. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as some form of idle distraction from the unsteadiness of his heart, “i'm asking you why were your friends making kissy faces at you when he was talking to you.”

he had sounded more stern than he intended, but, then again, that moment was the very first time he ever saw you blush and fix your hair in front of a dude, the first time he saw you act shy around someone.  

“he invited me to prom last week,” you answered, continuing to write down on your notebook with your cute, pink gel pen, “and my friends think he likes me because of that.”

“how are you so sure that he doesn't like you?,” it's obvious he does, kevin thought, otherwise he wouldn't look like such a fool, stuttering and scratching his nape like an idiot everytime you two interacted. not that he's one to talk, though.  

“because he's just being nice to me,” you frowned, “he always is. he walks me home when you can't, invites me to get coffee after tutoring, he saves me a spot next to him when i'm late for class,” you didn't lift your head from your notes or ever stopped writing, that's how trivial james's acts of ‘kindness’ were for you, “he even gifted me chocolates last valentine's.”

that's crush behavior, kevin wanted to say, but he didn't. he didn't want to implant the idea in your mind, making you overly conscious about it and forcing you to end up confused about your own feelings. if you liked him back or not, he decided, was for you to find out on your own, unprovoked.  

“do you like him?,” but there he was, having to open his big mouth out of morbid, masochistic curiosity.  

you lifted your head, finally looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, “no?”

“then why were you blushing when he was talking to you?”

“because julia was making a big deal out of it,” you said, frowning with certain annoyance and embarrassment, “and because noah kept telling him we look so cute together.”

“no, you don't.” kevin chimed in, perhaps too fast for his liking.  

“that's what i'm saying! we're just friends!” you sounded a bit exasperated, probably tired from all the teasing, “just like you and me.”

thanks to sunwoo, remembering that useful, albeit painful, conversation served kevin to switch his approach around you. thinking about it, back then, it should have been his first clue about your lack of awareness. he discarded as simple, intentional obliviousness— he thought that james was so obvious about his crush, you might as well were just trying to ignore it and not acknowledge it to avoid having to awkwardly reject him; but this obliviousness of yours lasted even much, much after that, when you guys moved to korea together and the people you met there were equally interested in you but ended up receiving the same treatment of complete lack of interest. even eric had, at some point of your early friendship, when he had a pitiful crush on you that lasted a couple of months.  

with a new, more direct approach in mind, kevin moon hadn't given up yet.  

he began to make his hints a bit more obvious so that the wouldn't fly over your pretty, little head like the ones before did, and he was pleasantly surprised to find out that it worked with great efficiency.  

complimenting you every chance he could, both looks and personality wise, often mentioning how you're the only person to make him this happy, how his day gets better when he sees you.  

and alongside the not so subtle flirting, your reactions began to grow in intensity as well. instead of the usual, coy nudge you'd give him when he complimented your appearance, you'd purse your lips and look down when he'd say that he thinks you're absolutely stunning. you'd bite a smile, cheeks heating up, when he'd, purposely on accident, casually sit close to you while watching movies, both of your sides pressed against each other. when he'd press an unassuming kiss to your temple after dropping you back at your place, you'd lean into his touch for a bit longer than usual, and you'd look a blushy mess of shaky eyes and pursed lips once he did pull away. even when he wasn't trying, even when his focus was on something else entirely, the amount of times he'd catch you staring at him and then move your eyes away as soon as he noticed were too many for them to be a simple coincidence.  

all of these interactions made him hopeful, made him think that he did the right thing by slowly approaching you in a way that you felt comfortable with. by the time he decided to finally confess to you, he was so sure you were, at least, confused about it, that you were seeing him in a new light now and that you weren't sure how to act around it, and that was enough for kevin, he just needed to go past that friendship relationship and then he'd work the rest, with you.  

and with this realization came yet multiple other inner debates about how to go around the confession. should he prepare for it? invite you to a picnic at the beach and confess to you when you both are enjoying the sunset? or should he just be spontaneous? you've never liked anything too flashy, after all, and you valued honesty over anything else.  

he chose to just do it one day, chose a time when you two are alone and tell you normally like he would do with any other thing. after all, you two were best friends who could tell absolutely anything to each other with no shame, and his feelings for you didn't change this.

but, whenever he thought about finally doing it, whenever he practiced his exact words in his mind over and over again until he was confident enough he wouldn't stutter, the moment would get interrupted by outside forces. like younghoon deciding to watch a movie in the living room where you guys were at, just in time when kevin had said he had something to tell you, like sunwoo coming uninvited into his room when you two were finally alone, saying that he was bored and asking if you wanted to play mario kart together. or that one time when kevin had managed to build momentum in his favor, mentioning how much he appreciates you and how lucky he is to have you by his side unconditionally, and just as he was about to utter the three important words, your mom had the inopportune need to call you, at three a.m. in the morning, because she had a nightmare about you being swallowed by the kraken.  

being stuck in this predicament didn't dishearten kevin, though. he's wanted to tell you how he feels since forever, he wasn't gonna give up over a few unfortunate interruptions.  

the perfect time to do it comes spontaneously, unprepared, just like most of those peaks of inspiration he feels out of the blue somedays.  

tonight, you're staying the night at his. you had went grocery shopping earlier in the afternoon, and kevin bought the ingredients to bake you some brownies after your insistence and pleads, clinging to his arm and pointing at the deliciously looking pictures of them in the premade mixture boxes, so now you're sitting on the counter of his kitchen while looks for the ingredients in the frige, reading the recipe out loud for him from your phone while swinging your legs up and down.  

“a double boiler?”, kevin leaves the fridge door open when he walks up to you and leans in so that he can get a look at your screen, “what the heck's that?”

“it says here that it's a fancy term for a... small saucepan filled with an inch of two of water set over low heat,” you read out loud, then lifting your head with a confused grimace, “huh?”

“i don't know,” kevin kicks the door closed after retrieving the butter, shrugging and trying to pretend he didn't notice how you stared at his lips just a second ago, “i'm just gonna make that one old recipe, the one we know and adore.”

“yeah, i don't know why you felt the need to change it,” you set your phone down and hop down the counter to give him more space, “you know i just eat whatever you make.”

“you like your brownies a bit more fudgy, don't you?” he takes a bowl out of the cabinet, and places it right beside where you're standing. he offers you a smile, a bit shy but genuine, “and i like to spoil you.”

at that moment, sunwoo walks into the kitchen. he makes a small gesture of acknowledgement to you and walks past kevin to get to the fridge. you follow him with your eyes.  

“hyung, i'm heading out,” sunwoo grabs a water bottle and closes the fridge again. he stands by kevin and points at the bowl where he's wisking the eggs, taking a short sip of his water, “can you save me some brownies?”

“i'm not making these for you, you know,” kevin sighs.  

“just one, then,” sunwoo insists, eyebrows up and pout on his lips, “you know i love brownies.”

“i'll save you some,” you smile at the younger guy lightly, “where are you heading?”

sunwoo shrugs and scratches his nape, “had the sudden urge to go to the movies.”

“alone?” you inquire, trying to supress a laugh.  

“don't judge a man for his hobbies, y/n,” sunwoo flicks your forehead with little force, and kevin hates that ugly feeling in his gut when you giggle and poke your tongue at him, “gotta go now, i've already purchased my ticket.”

and with sunwoo leaving, everyone else out on individual schedules and chanhee dead asleep on his room, you both are, technically, left alone in the dorm for once and for all.  

kevin pretends to be too preoccupied with spreading the thick batter in the baking pan to notice that the perfect opportunity to do it is just unfolding in front of him. he knows that the reason why he keeps getting interrupted is because he likes to take his sweet time with it, dragging it out as much as he can so he can prepare his heart for it. he decides he's not gonna do that tonight.  

just as he opens his mouth, your phone dings on the counter. kevin busies himself with putting the baking pan in the oven while you reach for your phone with the spatula he used in your mouth.  

“who are you texting?” he asks once he notices your wide smile and soft giggles.  

“yurina, one of my uni classmates,” you lick your lips after you're done licking the batter off, tossing the spatula into the sink, “she's happy because she asked her crush to be her girlfriend,”

“and did she say yes?”

“well, she wouldn't be happy otherwise, don't you think?”

there's an one-sided awkward silence when kevin rests against the counter while staring at you intently texting back and forth with this girl from uni.  

a moment of doubt crosses his mind. should he really do it? something tells him he shouldn't, that he should just keep quiet, but he's been walking through this desert for so long ago that stopping now feels wrong when he can practically see water in front of him.

love gives him a push in the back.  

“what about you?” he asks, and he internally cringes at the way his voice cracks a little at the end. he clears his throat, “i mean, are you interested in anyone?”

your thumbs stop typing suddenly, and you remain frozen for a moment, staring at your screen. you're blushing a little when you slowly lift your eyes towards him, and he mirrors such expression when his hopeful heart does a little flip.  

“why—why are you asking all of a sudden?”, your voice sounds tiny and you look a bit doubtful of him.  

“well, you never tell me about stuff like this,” he scratches his eyelid as he looks down at his shoes. the awkwardness is almost painful, and he's sure he isn't the only one feeling it right now, “is it someone you can't tell me?,” he makes a small pause in which he lifts his eyes from the ground and looks at you, “a close friend, maybe?”

silence fills the kitchen. the hen shaped cooking timer clicks as it counts down the minutes for the brownies to be ready, hour phone pings with new upcoming messages, the tv in chanhee's room makes deaf noise in the backround, yet, none of you talk.

when you refuse to meet his eyes that come looking for you, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down, kevin realizes he's going to be the one who breaks it, unfortunately.

“did i hit the jackpot?,” perhaps he sounds hopeful, or perhaps the silence was too loud that his voice now seems to over-volume it.  

you finally look up from the floor, “why am i the only one being interrogated?,” you sound a little more like yourself when you block your phone and cross your arms on your chest, lips pouty and the tip of your ears a little bit red, “you also never tell me anything about stuff like that!”

“i'll tell you if you want,” he murmurs, trying to analize your reaction, “if you tell me first.”

in the heart fluttering moment, odds are in his favor, he knows. it's on the way you look at him through your eyelashes, shy and maybe even a bit flustered, the sugar rush on his veins at the sight of your blush, ever telling of your feelings. because he knows you so well he knows that his hunch is right, it's because of your connection that he can feel that it's no longer one-sided, that, as much as he feels for you, you feel for him.  

“why don't you,” you make a small pause to press the back of your hands to your hot cheeks, “why don't you say it first, then?”

“how about we say it at the same time?,” even in his certainty there's still cautiousness, as if he needs confirmation even if he can read your heart, “at the count of three.”

“okay,” you smile at him with warmth, gentle, still laced with a shyness that makes your eyes a bit glossy, and it's the prettiest thing kevin has ever seen, “one.”

“two.” he says, his heart on a frenzy, mind a bit hazy with quiet excitement for what's about to come.  

“three!” you both say, and there's a small pause before any of you continue:

“you!”

“sunwoo!”

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✨ | A Bad Day

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Locking the door behind you, you lean yourself against your door, sliding to the floor. Tears flowing down your face, you pike your knees up you to the chest, wrapping your arms around them. It was another one of those awful days at work, your face hidden in the nook you made. You slowly sobbed to yourself, trying to express the bad day you had quietly into your house as if it could listen.

The quietness of your rural home thickened the sound of your tears; you sigh deeply into your knees, attempting to catch the breath you longed for. Then, calming yourself, you wipe the tears with the end of your jumper before hearing your phone ring. A few sniffs holding the fact you were crying, you check your phone to see it was your best friend calling.

"Yellop", you softly chime to your best friend on the end of the other line. You can hear an audible laugh. "Yellop doll, how was your day?" The voice you always long to hear at the end of your days. "U-usual", you softly chocked out before continuing ", how about you, old man? How was your day?" You giggle slightly at your remark.

A long pause extended your conversation with him before he broke the silence with a soft laugh through his nose, "usual, same since we last spoke", you smile, getting up, taking the conversation to your couch. Hearing his voice had taken away any sadness you had before you even picked up the phone. "Hey, I'm coming over. I need your help," he says, which piques your interest.

"What does a 107-year-old man need my help for? I'm sure you have all the life experience you need," you joked; Bucky gasps ", ouch, my feelings… they're hurting because of you", he laughs, causing the two of you to roll your eyes at each end of the line. "May I ask what you need help with?" You sat up from the couch, eagerly waiting for his reply.

A steady silence homed their conversation for a few seconds "a date y/n… there is this beautiful woman I want to ask on a date." He sighs.

Your face drops slightly, tears rushing down your face again like the ones before. Quickly wiping the tears, you answer, so Bucky doesn't worry "a date, huh? Since when do you socialise" you half-laughed to yourself sadly. "well… doll. You see, I don't if I'm honest," you both laugh, waiting for him to continue. "But… she is amazing, beautiful, the most incredible person I've met", he boasts to you over the phone.

You couldn't help but wallow in your thoughts for a bit, wishing that it were you he was talking about. But you knew that you two were just made to be the best of friends; despite how you felt towards him, you knew he could never feel the same. It took you a while to collect yourself when Bucky spoke again, breaking your train of thought. "Doll?" Your eyes focus again on your surroundings, coming back to the reality that you wanted to run away from right then and there. "Doll, are you there?" He asks again; you clear your throat "yes! yes… sorry, yes I am." You coughed.

"I am happy for you, Buck! She will be so lucky to have you." You stand up from the couch walking into your kitchen. "I am the lucky one, actually…" he replies softly. You smile at his reply only to realise the context of the conversation before answering back to him, "Well… are you sure you need my help? I feel you have all of that covered. I don't think I could be of much help to you, Buck." You held the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you opened the fridge up to check what was for dinner tonight. "I most certainly do doll. You are a vital part to getting this right," he excitedly says; you could never turn him down.

Even after being his friend for over ten years, you still couldn't say no to him. "Geez, Bucky, you really are serious… I'll have you know, though. I haven't had a boyfriend since I met you, so I'll only be able to give you basic pointers," you laugh to yourself. "Doll, don't worry about it… as long as you're there, that's all I need." He swoons. You couldn't help but laugh, "see, buck, with that attitude, I think she will say yes." You lightly say, "plus, have you asked Steve? I'm sure he has better advice to give," you question. "Yeah, I did… no help there", he laughs.

"Okey dokes, well I'm going to take my shower n stuff… you've got a key so you can let yourself in, alright?" You say, continuing to push through the built-up tears and emotions that halted at your throat. "Okay, doll! See you shortly," he says "see ya, Buck" you smile, hanging up.

Not knowing it, but your world fell before you; you didn't want to lose Bucky to a woman he hasn't even told you about. Then again, you cared for his happiness, that is what he needed after all the trauma he had been put through. You shook off the tears sucking up the pain into your stomach, heading to take a shower.

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Bucky’s POV

"How do I tell her, Steve?" Bucky groans, pacing around the living room, "I love her so goddam much, but I am afraid to lose her. What if she doesn't like me and only sees me as a friend-"Bucky is cut off by Nat, who is sitting on the other side of the couch reading a book. "Bucky, I am going to slap some sense into you soon. She is head over heels for you." She sighs, getting up to leave the room. Bucky continues to pace again, with Steve closely watching.

"Ask her on a date Buck. Go from there," Steve lightly says, leaning back into his seat. "Hey doll, I know we've been best friends for ten years now, but I just wanted to let you know that I've fallen in love with you since the day we met", he frustrates into the palm of his hands. Steve chuckles a bit, "sounds about right", he snorts. Bucky wide-eyed to his oldest friend. "Ahaha, so funn-" he is cut off with a buzzing in his left pocket.

Reaching in, he picks it up "oh, it's just Sam" he rolls his eyes, answering, "what's up, Sam?" Sam sighs "have you talked to y/n recently?" He asks, which immediately makes Bucky furrow his eyebrows "no, why? Has something happened?" A pause before Sam speaks, "Can you check on her, please. She had a rough day at work. I have a feeling she is not at her best at the moment." Bucky's eyes dull hearing that the woman he's in love with is sad "okay, on it. Thanks for letting me know, Sam", he let out a sigh. "I've given her the week off, but please check." He sternly asks. "You have my word Sam" Bucky hangs up, turning to Steve.

"She had a bad day at work…" he frowns before plopping himself on the couch. "Well, buck, this may be a good opportunity to take her out on a date? Or even have a sneaky film night?" He stands up, patting his friend's shoulder. Bucky gives a slight grin, nodding, "Thanks, pal".

Steve walks out of the room, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts, "okay okay okay, I can do this, I can do this." He hypes himself up, taking his phone pressing your contact that he had on speed dial.

"Yellop" Bucky hears on the other end of the phone; he couldn't help but melt to the sweetness of your voice. It was one he loved so much. It wasn't unusual to call each other; it was a religious routine for the both of you. If one didn't call, the other would. But this time, it was different; Bucky was nervous; it has taken him ten years to work up the courage to ask you out. But he still couldn't, not without seeing your face, not without being able to hold you as he said he loved you and not without comforting you first. He knew you didn't want to burden him with your troubles, so he took it upon himself to make up an excuse just to see you.

After the call, Bucky knew that you'd been hiding your emotions just to have your usual conversation with him. He felt even guiltier when he went on and on about you but never had the guts to tell you that he was talking about you.

Bucky packed a night bag from his room, packing it onto his motorbike before making his way to the local supermarket that was on the way to your house.

He picked up some of your favourite snacks and a bunch of your favourite flowers, securing them on his bike before riding to your house. Then, turning his bike off, he left it parked in your garage, heading inside. He closed the door behind him, walking into the kitchen laying the snacks on the table before heading down the hall into your room. He could hear the shower running and knew you were still in there.

He could hear you singing a soft melody of your favourite song; Bucky smiled, took his shoes off, and set them at the door in the hallway. Bucky flopped onto your soft bed with the flowers he had for you hidden on the bedside away from the bathroom door so you wouldn't be able to see them when you'd come out.

Finishing your shower a few minutes later, you wrapped your hair in a towel. Drying yourself and popping on your oversized henley, the same one Bucky had given you all those years ago when you had nothing to wear the first time you slept at his. You put some undies on and Van's socks. Using the dryer to dry your hair, you fitted your thick hair into a messy bun with your black scrunchy. "Alright", you took a deep breath before heading out to see Bucky lying on your bed.

"Oh, Buck! Hey," you smiled at him. His head was comfy on the bedsheets; he turned to see you, a bright smile upon his face. "Hey, doll," he noticed straight away that you weren't wearing any pants, something he was used to but not used to at the same time. You'd always make a fuss over going to bed with pants on; you hated wearing pants to bed. So you just opted for socks. "So", you sigh, flopping on the bed next to him. "Who is the girl?" You asked, turning your body to the side facing him. He chuckled, rolling over the edge of the bed, coming back to meet you, your favourite flowers in his hand; you both were face to face.

"You"…

~

You look at him, jerking your face back a bit in surprise but totally melting seeing the flowers. "M-me?" You reply; Bucky smiles, brushing the hair from your face nodding, "It's always been you y/n." His arm caressed your cheek, and you couldn't help but rest yours on his. You kissed the inner of his hand before taking the flowers leaving them on the bedside table.

"You know how long I've wanted to tell you that I love you" you smiled almost in tears; wrapping his metal arm around your waist, Bucky pulled your body close to his "And you know how long I've wanted to say the exact same thing" he rested his head against yours "I am in love with you y/n, I've loved you ever since I met you". You sniffled, cupping his cheek before leaning in, kissing his chapped lips; he leaned into him, kissing back "and just when I thought I was going to have to let you go, you prove me wrong," you chuckled through your tears.

He chuckles with you. "I couldn't tell you on the phone. I had to be here. Plus, Sam told me you had a bad day, so I wanted to be with you." You smiled, giving him the biggest hug. "Thank you, Buck. Thank you for doing this" he kissed the top of your head.

"You're welcome, love", he smiled.

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Sebastian Stan's Taglist: @buckyswintersoldiermask @lharrietg @buckyfan12 @afraid-to-be-me @fairityretro

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Caution to the Wind

Pairing: yoongi x reader  

Warnings: fluff, angst, tension, first kiss, solo masturbation (f), mentions of erections, mentions of virginity and losing it (friendship pact)

*AUTHORS NOTE: Warnings will update per chapter as things get steamier*

Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi​  @heyimtavia​

Rating: 18 and over

January:

This was fine. You were fine. Min Yoongi was NOT your boyfriend. He was your childhood friend, who you experienced your first everything with. You both new that your fun experiments were all in preparation for this moment right here, a college party. You swallowed back the amber liquid in your cup, watching him laugh and flirt with a random girl who wasn’t you. You nodded to yourself and turned away. The sting of tears burning, so desperate to reveal themselves. You’re fine! You kept telling yourself. You look over at him again to see the girl tugging at the lapel of his flannel shirt. You squeal internally, dying inside, wanting so badly to interrupt. You promised each other you wouldn’t let feelings get involved. You would only fool around so not to be the only virgins at college but this, this was so hard. You drop your red solo cup on a side table and walk over to him. “I’m headed back to the dorms ok. Have fun.” You nod and walk off past him. You sniffle back the tears that threaten once again. How did you get here? How did this happen? Fucking morning wood that’s how! You think back, racing out of the frat house to hail a cab.

June:

It was normal for you and Yoongi to sleep over each other's houses. Although you were both normally at your place since your mom was laxer. You had both fallen asleep watching a movie, the sun rise now peeking through your curtains. You grumbled, rolling over to find Yoongi lying on his back, soft snores escaping his slightly parted lips. You waved your hand over his face to see if he was really sleeping or just pretending. No movement. You smile to yourself, enjoying watching your best friend sleep. The angelic way he looked, the calm way his chest moved up and down, how he rested his hand on his tummy. You shifted the covers down from your over warm bodies, running your hand over his, gasping to yourself at the sight of his erection. You looked up at his face again and find him still fast asleep. You had heard of morning wood before. Your female friends had talked about it. They said it was a natural, normal reaction men had. Some of them even told you it was the best erection to have sex with. You swallow back the lustful lump in your throat, waving your hand over his face again. No movement.

You bite your lower lip, your hand hovering over his morning wood, desperate to touch it. Yoongi suddenly takes in a deep breath rolling away from you and nuzzling into the pillow. You release the breath you had been holding, turning your back to him, tucking a pillow between your legs. You gently and carefully begin to hump it, tucking your lips into your teeth to hold back your moans. That’s when that warm feeling begins to build, fireworks soon exploding in your brain. You can’t help but whimper, soft cries leaving your now open mouth. You still, your high dissipating, gasping when Yoongi rolls over and wraps his arm around your waist. “Shh. It’s ok Y/N, you're just having a nightmare. I’m here with you.” He mumbles into your ear, his soft snores soon following. You rest your arm over his, intertwining your fingers, falling back to sleep.  

A few hours later, you make your way down to your kitchen to find your mother and Yoongi deep in conversation. “Good morning Y/N,” Your mother greets, “How’d you sleep?” “She had a nightmare last night.” Yoongi chuckles, sipping his coffee. “I did not.” You scoff, grabbing a mug. “You did so, you should’ve heard her Ms. Y/L/N whimpering like a puppy. It was cute.” Your mother rubs your shoulder while your face turns beet red. “You having nightmares sweetheart?” “I’m fine mom. Yoongi’s just teasing me like always.” “Well, you two, time to buckle down and get some dorm shopping done. I’m really excited about you two going off and having the whole college experience. I’ll come by after work and pick you both up and we can head to Ikea. Yes?” You both nod, your mother kissing your head as she heads out. “Yoongi call your parents and let them know you’re here please, so they don’t freak. Have a good day and don’t spend it all on the couch!” She hollers back at you both.

“Why did you lie about having a nightmare?” Yoongi asks, eyeing you suspiciously. “Maybe because I didn’t have one.” “I heard you.” “You misheard.” “I didn’t mishear anything. You were practically crying in your sleep.” “I was not. So, drop it.” “Look you even woke up grumpy. It’s ok to have nightmares. We all do sometimes. It’s normal. That’s what you get honestly for watching those stupid horror films.” “Yoongi, please, just shush.” “OK grumpy.” He smiles, sipping his coffee. “What do you want to grab at Ikea today?” You ask him, taking a seat at the table with him, coffee and toast in tow. “You know they say stress can cause nightmares. Are you stressed about moving out of your moms house and into the dorms?” “I didn’t have a nightmare ok! I was masturbating! Now will you just lay off me!” You finally shout. “I knew it! I knew I felt you humping! Oh my God, you dirty little birdie! With me in the bed!” Yoongi starts laughing, holding his tummy. “Shut up ok,” you shout, tossing a corner of your toast at him, “if it wasn’t for your morning wood, I wouldn’t have gotten so worked up.” You word vomit, covering your mouth immediately in shock. Yoongi stills across from you, his eyes wide.  

“Are you saying... I… made you… horny?” Yoongi inquires confused. “More like your dick ok, so don’t get all worked up and full of yourself.” You snip, sipping your coffee to keep the flush in your cheeks from becoming visible. Yoongi smiles wide, his gums exposed before giving you a shit eating grin. “Hey, it happens right? I mean we’ve been friends since we were kids. We sleep in the same bed. We were bound to rub against one another at some point. I’d be lying if I said I never rubbed one out after you shoved your ass into me.” He shrugs. “Really?” “Yeah. You’re a beautiful girl. Any guy would react the same.” He smiles. “Except no guy ever has which is why I am going to go to college a complete virgin!” You huff. “Who cares? I’m going to college a complete virgin also, it's not a big deal.” “You’re a guy. It's different for you.” “How so?” “Guys think of taking a girls virginity as some sick conquest. There’s no care or concern towards their feelings. Girls aren't the same with guys. We find it endearing when a guy is still a virgin.” “Yeah right! Girls think a guy is an inexperienced loser if he’s still a virgin.” “Well, if we are still virgins when we hit our second year, let's just sleep together and put each other out of this misery.” You laugh, standing to bring your dirty dishes to the sink. “That’s really funny. I may hold you to that! I'm going to shower.” Yoongi declares, standing and hurrying off to the bedroom.  

You both spend the day lounging, watching TV, and making shopping lists for your Ikea trip. By the time your mother arrives back home, Yoongi is fast asleep on the couch. “Long day?” She asks, nodding at your curled up bestie. “Too much dorm planning.” You reply, nudging him gently. He peeks at you with one eye, soon stretching his whole body. “Is your mom home?” He inquires. “I am. Now let’s get a move on. I wanna avoid traffic.” Yoongi pops up quickly and you all head out. “Are your parents sad to have you moving into the dorms?” Your mom asks Yoongi. “Well, I practically live at your place, so I imagine it’s no different for them.” He chuckles. “I don’t think his parents notice he’s gone.” You chime in. “Of course they do Y/N. We parents notice everything. Maybe we don’t say it out loud, but we notice.” Yoongi just nods, deciding not to give input. You know the truth; his parents are strict. They never cared for his interest in music and were not happy to find out he was pursuing it full time in college. They hadn’t been speaking for a while, but it didn’t bother Yoongi much. He just breezed by counting the time till move day.  

When you all arrive at Ikea you immediately suggest separate carts, knowing you’re going to fill one up with everything you have in mind. You decide to separate and browse and then meet somewhere in the middle. Yoongi heads off on his own while you and your mom walk through the aisles. “So, how’s he holding up?” She whispers to you. “He’s good. You know Yoongi, he’s super private sometimes. He seems good, normal even. Like nothing is going on at home.” “He’s been at the house a lot. I was worried they kicked him out.” “God no! He just prefers our place.” “Ok, just wondering. Speaking of an inquiring mind. Have you two ever? I mean you’d tell me, right?” “Mom! He’s my best friend!!” “Okay. Okay. I was just asking. It’s not a big deal if you have. I just wanted to know.” “Mom, please. Just stop.” “Ok. OK. Let’s move on. Oh, look at the throws. I love them. What do you think?” “They are nice, but I have so many already.” Two hours pass before you are all done with your shopping, but you feel comfortable with your purchases. “How’d you fair?” You ask Yoongi when you all link up again. “Good. You?” “Really good!” You walk over to the registers and your mom ushers both carts to the check out. “Oh no! Please Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll pay for it.” Yoongi begs, watching your mother wave him away. “My gift to you for making it into college.” She smiles, swiping her card. Yoongi sighs, giving you a pained look. “I’ll pay her back.” “Oh hush. You know she doesn’t mind. She loves you Yoons. Just smile and say thank you.” He nods, walking over and hugging your mother from behind. “Oh! You’re welcome Yoongi.”

“Do you wanna stay at my place tonight? My parents want me to come home. I’d enjoy your company.” Yoongi asks you in the car, showing you a text from his mom. “Yeah sure.” He smiles, chewing at his fingers nervously. “Mom can you drop us off at Yoongi’s tonight?” “No problem.” You head home and drop off all your things, packing an overnight bag quickly and hopping back into the car to Yoongi’s house. You mother waves you off and you both head inside. Yoongi’s mother is in the kitchen prepping for dinner. She looks up briefly at you both, giving you a small smile, that drops when she locks eyes with Yoongi. She nods at him, then turns to go back to what she was doing. “You head up. I’m just going to talk to her.” Yoongi whispers. You nod and take your bag and some of the things Yoongi bought up to his room. You sit on his bed and begin to scroll through your phone when you hear them begin to yell at one another. Your heart pounds in your chest and you move towards the door. She calls him selfish for choosing music over something more sustainable. Then they switch to speaking in Korean. You sigh, feeling your heart break for Yoongi.  

You plop down on his bed, hearing his footsteps stomp away at the stairs as he makes his way up to the room. He slams the door when he enters causing you to jump. You drop you phone beside you and look up at him. “Hey you ok?” He shakes his head, making his way toward you. You outstretched your arms, and he falls into your embrace, wrapping his arms around your body. He rests his head on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry Yoons. I wish she was more understanding.” “It’s almost over. I’m almost free.” He sniffles. It pains you to see him this way and you wish you had more than words for him.  

Before you know it, you are awoken to the sound of Yoongi playing music from his laptop. You stretch your body and look over at him. “What time is it? When did I pass out?” “It’s 3am. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” “It’s ok. How are you feeling?” “I’m fine. Sorry you had to listen to us fight.” “Please, don’t apologize! How many times have you been around for my mom and I fighting?” He laughs with a small nod. “Still, it’s rude,” He whispers, “Anyway, I was thinking. About what you said earlier. And I… uh… well… we should. Just do it you know.” Your brow furrows trying to decipher what Yoongi is talking about. “Do what Yoons?” “Be each other’s first…. well…. everything. We’ve known each other forever and we trust each other. I think we should get all the awkward stuff out of the way before we start college that way there's no need to worry when we meet people.” Your eyes pop open as you realize Yoongi is asking you to be his first. “Um, I was kidding.” You blurt out nervously. “I mean, I know at first but maybe it can be for real. No strings attached Y/N. We take it slow, one thing at a time and if it's super weird then we stop.” “It’s going to be weird Yoongi, we are like siblings!” You shout. “Get the fuck out of here! We are not! You literally masturbated to my hard on this morning, please tell me how many siblings do that? Ok, look, just forget I said anything. I'm sorry.” He huffs, putting his headphones back on and turning up his music. You sigh, lying back, mulling the idea over in your head. He is right, you trust him more than any random guy you'd ever meet. It isn't like Yoongi wasn’t hot, you just never thought he would take your offer serious. You turn on your side watching him shake his leg frantically. You wave your hand to get his attention. He looks over at you, tugging his headphones off. “Why don't you come lie down? You can tell me more about the arraignment you had in mind.” He stares at you, completely stoic, before closing his laptop. “We don't have to do anything. I was just, I don't know, overthinking. It was stupid.” He shrugs. You simply tap the bed beside you.  

He sighs, pushing away from the desk to make his way to the bed. He lies down facing you, taking your hand in his. You both stare at each other for a minute and you feel your heart flutter. “Kiss me.” You whisper, your body heating from the instant turn on mixed with embarrassment. “What?” He chuckles. “Maybe your idea isn't as crazy as it sounds. I trust you more than anyone. We can start small and work our way up based on how we feel. If it gets weird or uncomfortable then we stop. No strings attached. No emotional involvement. Just two friends helping each other out.” You state plainly, staring at your intertwined hands rather than Yoongi's wide eyes. “You’re serious?” He swallows, his cheeks reddening. “Yeah, only if you want to.” “I mean, yeah, if you want to, I do.” He shyly responds. “Then stop talking and kiss me. We'll start there. We can be each other’s first kiss.” You don’t know why but you both instinctively lick your lips. Yoongi looks down at your mouth, seemingly mesmerized. He swallows hard, the bounce of his Adam's apple making your core burn.  

“Here goes nothing.” He smiles, leaning towards you, the smell of his body wash invading your senses. He licks his lips again, rubbing them together right before he presses them gently against yours. You immediately melt into the kiss, your head prickling, heart racing, and it takes you a minute to close your eyes as Yoongi has. Your mind begins to race. How long do we stay like this? Should I pull away? Why does this feel so good? Is he enjoying it? You finally pull away, eyeing Yoongi’s calm face, his eyes still closed as if in a state of bliss. “What? I mean, was it ok?” You ask. He nods. “I was just savoring it. My first kiss.” He chuckles. “Do we keep going?” You ask nervously. His eyes widen. “Do you want to?” “Is that weird?” He shakes his head quickly. “No, I kind of want to also.” This time you lean forward and press your lips to his, raising your hand up to rest at his neck. You think of every movie you’ve ever seen and push your tongue out of your mouth, rubbing it against his lower lip. You swear you feel it right between your thighs, moaning at the sensation. Yoongi moans as well, opening his mouth to grant you access.  

You press your tongue against his, realizing that you have no clue what to do next but are completely unable to stop. It’s then that Yoongi impresses you, completely taking over the kiss. He tilts his head a bit, rotating his tongue slowly around yours before removing his appendage from your mouth to suckle on your top lip. Just when you think you have a moment to breathe, he returns his tongue to your mouth, swirling faster, making what can only be described as love to your mouth. You can't stop the soft moans leaving your throat, or how the way Yoongi devours them has you completely soaked. Of all the times you’ve ever touched yourself, you don’t think you’ve ever been as wet as you are now. Curiosity takes over and you reach your hand down from Yoongi’s neck to the front of his pajama pants, dying to see if he is at all affected by this. You pull away from the kiss with a gasp at the feel of his massive erection. “I’m sorry.” You pant, embarrassed that you just grabbed at his hard on. “It's ok Y/N, you can touch it if you want.” He grants in a low lustful tone you’ve never heard before. You heart begins to race and panic hits. “Maybe it's too much. Maybe we should chill for now.” You say quickly, placing your hand flat on his chest.  

He nods at your statement, lowering his hand to adjust himself. “I’m sorry. Of course, we can stop. I want to go at your pace. I don’t want to freak you out or make you uncomfortable ever.” “Thank you Yoongi. Honestly, I really enjoyed the kissing. I just want to take our time. It’s my fault I shouldn’t have reached for you.” “Don't apologize. Its ok. I'm ok. I want to go slow too.” He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, and you breathe a sigh of relief. “Let’s get some sleep.” He whispers, pulling a pillow down from the top of the bed to rest in his lap before pulling you into his arms. “Safety first.” He teases and you both laugh out loud. You bite your lower lip to keep from squealing like a little kid. Your first kiss and who better to have it with then Yoongi. You nuzzle softly into your pillow, whispering goodnight to Yoongi before falling asleep in his arms.  

[bikerjongho]

beach bummed | choi jongho

genre: realistic fiction, romance

pairing: gn!reader x biker!jongho

description: Y/N is a neutral player in the biker and surfer terf war in their town, but Jongho, the cute and cool biker gang leader, may play a part in changing that affinity.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of alcohol

author's note: I love west side story (what this story is heavily based off of, IE, the bikers vs surfers turf war). I love jongho. Thus, this fic was born.

taglist: @itsapapisongo @mangomingki @irehlevant @blueprint-han @doievoir

It couldn't have been a more beautiful evening. The sun, though almost gone behind the horizon, cast orange rays across the ocean and the clouds were pink. Surfers enjoyed the waves as much as the bikers enjoyed the cool air as they whipped through the streets on cycles.

The Fishbone Bar was as busy as ever, but Y/N had been blessed with a night off from their bartending duties. Yet, they found themselves in the bar anyways, packed into a booth with a group of their friends - Beth, Yunho, Mingi, and the like - laughing like they'd never laugh again and munching on an endless array of french fries and burgers.

They all seemed so happy. Y/N saw the hearts in Mingi's eyes as Beth burst into laughter over something he said, and Yunho was busy stacking fries into the shape of a house with the help of a few other surfers. Everyone else enjoyed their food in front of them and their friends around them. But Y/N didn't want to be there. They looked outside the window of the bar and took a sip of their cocktail - the only item they had ordered.

The open road stared back at them. There were numerous windows that showcased the expansive and large ocean, but Y/N found beauty in the buildings and asphalt that were away from the water. There was something freeing about the wind whipping through their hair as they flew down a road on a motorcycle, something that they craved so badly. Something secure in the way that they had their arms around his waist. Something rebellious in how he held them, how he spoke to them, how he-

"Y/N, you're dazed again," Yunho whispered to them and nudged them in the ribs, throwing them back into their beachy reality. While Y/N blinked back into reality, Yunho titled his head in concern. "Is everything alright?"

"Just tired," Y/N yawned, and it wasn't a lie. But it also wasn't the entire truth.

Yunho smiled at that. "Well, you haven't eaten much of anything. Maybe something in your stomach will perk you up."

Y/N picked up the cocktail glass in between their fingers and gave a lazy grin. "I'm good. But thank you, Yunho."

He didn't seem impressed with their response, but didn't take it any further. Y/N enjoyed that about Yunho - he was caring, but never intrusive.

Maybe he should have been.

The desire to get out of the bar and out onto the street was overwhelming, but Y/N had promised them that they wouldn't leave this time. They had done it too many times before and didn't want them to think they was tossing their friendship.

"Are you excited for the waves tomorrow?" Y/N instead asked Beth, who was directly across from them. "I think these are the biggest we've had this summer so far."

"I'm elated," Beth replied immediately, the gleam of her smile even brighter than the setting sun. Her boyfriend, Mingi, agreed, nodding his head enthusiastically.

"I'm excited to watch Beth," he made a point to say as he put his arm over her shoulder. "Because I would die if I myself attempted to surf those waves."

"You'd just be washed up on the shore of the beach in West Side Story," Beth winked at him and he looked at her incredulously. The two of them melted back into conversation, and Y/N chimed in every now and then, but the itch to go outside was so strong. They had to scratch it.

They found an opportunity to leave when a few surfers decided to leave and surf a bit before it was too dark to see their reflection in the water.

Beth raised her eyebrows when she saw Y/N stand up. Mingi mimicked her.

"Do you even know them that well?" Beth asked, referring to the surfers that were leaving, and Y/N shrugged.

"No, not really," they said, then quirked a smile. "There's just a cute guy I want to see."

Beth's curious smile turned sinister. "Then have fun," she sang, and Y/N couldn't believe the luck they had drawn with that play.

Once out of the bar, Y/N followed the group of surfers for a few minutes. Then, in a flash, they darted out of the group and deserted them.

They were headed towards town. An abundance of stores were nestled into different streets, but there were a surprising amount of people not out and about at this time in the evening. Y/N thought about how packed the bar was and decided not to question it. They were just focused on not being late.

Y/N had told him that they would come on their day off, but they hadn't given a time. A surprise would be fun. Yet, with the clock ticking and knowledge that the store would close in an hour, they didn't want to spare any minute away from him.

At last, Y/N stood at the Harley Davidson motorcycle store. And inside, decked out in his infamous black leather jacket and bright red hair while working on a motorcycle, was Jongho.

Y/N's heart soared at the sight of him. They flew through the door of the shop, disregarding the cashier's greeting that was directed at them. "Jongho!"

Jongho peaked out from behind the engine that he was working on and broke out into an enormous grin. He waved to them before rolling out from under the vehicle and onto his feet. For someone that worked with grease and oil, there wasn't a spot on him. They, absently, wondered if he had planned that.

Jongho ripped off his work gloves. There was a gleam to his eyes that hasn't been there before. "Y/N. You came."

"Of course I did," they said, twisting the tip of their shoe into the floor and giving him a small smile. This was what they had so intently craved, and was even better than he had appeared in their imagination while crammed in the booth at the bar. "I managed to escape."

Jongho's smile faltered briefly. "Don't use "escape" just because you're around me now," he said, and it was because of the rivalry between the bikers and the surfers. Jongho, a biker, the leader of the biker gang no less, disliked the surfers. "If they're your friends, then-"

"No, it really was an escape," Y/N cut him off. "I just..." they trailed off. "I just wanted to see you. That's all."

Jongho adjusted his jacket and Y/N's stomach became a gymnast. "Then I'm glad you're here, because I was hoping to see you too," he said smoothly. "Want to ride?"

Y/N nodded vigorously, and Jongho took their hand out to his motorcycle. They loved the design and shape of it, even though they didn't have the slightest idea of how to even approach talking about the exterior of a motorcycle. It was bright red, Jongho's mode of transportation, and it allowed them to wrap their arms around him. It checked all necessary boxes for them.

Jongho held out his hand for them when he was on the cycle, and they graciously accepted. They ignored the butterflies flapping in their stomach. As they wrapped their arms around his chest and he started up the cycle, they were brought back to their earlier thoughts about the open road and their distaste towards the beach, and they realized why they felt that way.

The ocean, while beautiful, was dangerous and scary. They had felt fear while surfing. There was always the danger of falling and never returning back up, even if the chance of that was slim.

But on a motorcycle on the open road, there was no fear. Jongho was a presence that gave them security and protection despite the inherent danger of writing a vehicle on a road.

Y/N tightened her arms around Jongho and held on tight.