#so uhm. yeah. i do not think i will be feeling up to finishing editing ladue tonight lmao. sorry

[orcelito]

OK I'm home now which means I can go into the Hell that was this shift.

For starters, this was our sales for the day (taken about 5 ish pm)

Blue is today, grey is last Saturday. Note the giant bars at 12 and 4. Two fucking Crazy rushes that kicked my ASS. & last week wasn't slow! They were complaining about rushes when I went in to close. Which Really displays how awful it was today.

And then Things That Went Wrong in the order I remember them:

Absolutely blazed thru our brown sugar boba. I made two pots & one was Gone within an hour (for reference: on the average weekday, we can generally make it on two pots Total for the whole day.) So we had to rush to make more boba. And Again at 4 when they just Instantly cleared us out.

We were out of a lot of things, which made everything harder. No oat milk, no strawberry, no creme brulee. Ugh.

I literally set some creme brulee powder on fire bc I spilled some while making creme brulee. See reference:

It was dying down here but at its tallest it was like twice this size lol.

I tried making cookies when it was slow. I did a Dogshit job (though I baked the scraps so we got some cookies to snack on ❤ this one actually isn't that bad, more frustrating in the moment)

I nearly got MURDERED by one of the big tea dispensers. I put it on the shelf, then it started falling forward (towards me). Employee standing next to me saw & jumped to catch it (saving my life in the process. I swear she was like superman), so I didn't get hurt, but it still did slosh on me so I got milk tea All over my shirt and arms.

One of the employees accidentally knocked over a bottle of rinse additive for the dishwasher & I was the first to react to pick it up so we wouldn't lose too much chemicals. Except I reached by hooking my foot under the mouth of it to push it up. Which worked! Except I got chemicals in the toe of my shoe. And bright idea me decided to rinse it off with the floor soap water. So then my toes were WET... Miserable.

Glass breaking mentioned in last post was an entire fucking display case falling over & some glass jars breaking. I came out to find an employee sadly sweeping up the glass & helped her put it in an empty creamer can for safety's sake.

We ran out of green tea at one point bc of all the confusion so we had to go without that for a bit as we brewed more lmao.

The 12 rush was just me and opening employee and that SUCKED. The 4 rush we thankfully had a lot more ppl around (5 at that point, including me) & it was an All Hands On Deck kind of situation. That's the rush where I was continuously looking at the massive line of drinks and cursing, "Jesus." I took over making drinks bc im by far the most experienced drink maker, but Man. I started boba as soon as I saw this happening but we still ran out of brown sugar Bad. It was awful.

Aaaand other than that there was a wide assortment of messes and drink mess ups. One order we messed up Three Times & I ended up just giving them a sorry card lmfao. They were nice about it at least.

There's probably more but I'm forgetting it. This is already a Hefty fucking list lmfao.

[spiderwcd]

sense | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x medium ! f ! reader

summary: colby meets a new medium for their video, but he didn't expect to have a crush on her 

w.c.: 5.4k

warning(s): talk about paranormal, creepy activity, a lil steamy moment

a/n:  like sleep tight, the hauntings are made up and the story line does not exist. i do want to add that, i suck at writing a lot of like investigative stories so please don’t judge me. also I had requests for this type of story, ironically I was already working on it so hope you guys enjoy it

images from pinterest !

"Is anyone gonna join us?" Colby asked, packing his camera into his bag. 

"Actually, yeah, some girl that Celina referred from the home town," Sam replied. "She's supposed to be a medium." He added. 

The two guys finally we're going to investigate the infamous orphanage that is supposedly haunted by the spirits of the children that died. They had finally done the research and were ready to go investigate. 

"Cool, what's this girl's name?" Colby inquired. 

"Uhm, I think it's y/n?" Sam stopped to think, pulling out his phone. "Yeah, I texted her this morning letting her know we're going to catch a flight there, she's our ride." Sam chuckled, putting away his phone into his pocket. 

Colby let the name sit in his brain for a little, hoping to remember it later. It wasn't long before they were on their flight there. It was quite a while, editing and looking over their notes. 

When they landed, Sam kept searching for her face and Colby totally lost who they were supposed to look for. Sam's eyes soon lit up, recognizing her in the crowd. He waved at her, bringing her attention towards them. 

Colby finally noticed who they looked for, catching a glimpse of her. He felt his body heat up, flustered at her beauty. She was gorgeous, her hair running down her shoulders and her smile radiating through the crowds of people passing, he was surprised he didn't notice her earlier. She'd look like your typical medium, having a great style in all black, wearing an oversized band shirt, black sleeves underneath that hung over her jeans. 

"Hey guys!" Y/n greeted them, hugging Sam then moving over to Colby.

Colby felt his heart flutter and couldn't help but take her scent in, practically intoxicating. As she pulled away from her embrace, Colby couldn't help but feel disappointed. She offered them a smile and a hand with their luggage, but they declined the help. 

They moved their things into her car, ready for the trip over to their hotel. On the way there, she played music that practically matched Colby's taste. He felt as if he found his soulmate then and there. 

Sam kept asking her about herself and getting to know her. 

"So tell me, what type of medium are you?" Sam wondered. "If you don't mind me asking, of course." 

"It's okay, I like answering these, well, it's weird but I sorta have different types of abilities," Y/n began, steering the wheel. "I can let spirits communicate through me, so I'll channel them into my consciousness, letting them talk." She answered. 

"Other abilities? like what?" Colby asked, curious as he leaned forward in his seat.

"Well, I'm sure you have other mediums with my ability to see beyond what you guys can see," Y/n chuckled, amused at their curiosity. "I sort of have a heightened sense and I can see actual spirits walking around and hear whispers." 

"You know, I think you're the only medium we met who can just surrender themselves to let spirits talk through them." Sam chuckled. 

"Oh well I don't do it often, only with spirits I trust." Y/n added. 

As she finished her sentence, they had finally made their way to their hotel. It didn't take long before the three of them were inside the room, talking about random stuff. Colby couldn't help but watch her as she laughed and moved around the room. 

"What's so interesting about Nebraska?" Sam joked, starting a conversation. 

"If i'm being honest," Y/n sighed. "Nothing." She laughed. 

"Oh, that's great," Sam laughed back. "I don't want to get into the video already, but tell me, why is Nebraska so significant with orphanages?" He continued, pulling out his camera and beginning to record. 

"Well, do you guys know about the Orphan Train Movement?" She asked, leaning back on the bed she sat on. 

"No, never really heard of it." Colby replied, shaking his head. 

"Well, Nebraska is like the center of all the railways, so in the 1850's all the way until the 1920's, people would send orphans on the train from like the crowded East Coast cities into the midwest, mostly Nebraska," Y/n explained. "So, we used to have a lot of orphanages just like Haven Orphanage." She continued. 

"Really? that's really interesting." Sam commented, facing the camera towards her. 

"Yeah, again I don't really have much knowledge about it but that's what I know," Y/n corrected. "Hopefully the guide will explain it better." 

Y/n decided it's best if she lets them settle in, letting her also collect herself and prepare for their investigation. she said her goodbyes before leaving. She had to admit, she had a crush on Colby for a while. But she didn't want to feed her delusions and say he felt the same, telling herself he was probably being friendly. 

When she had left, Sam turned over to colby. 

"You so have a crush on her." Sam laughed. 

Colby turned red, covering his face, "Shut up." He muttered. 

"Hey, I just never seen you so quiet around a girl," Sam admitted. "Come on, you gonna make a move?" Sam enticed him.

Colby sighed for a second, looking at his best friend, "I-i don't know, she's only being nice, I don't want to embarrass myself and get rejected." 

"Really? Colby Brock getting rejected? Haven't seen that happen yet." Sam teased. 

Colby rolled his eyes, playfully. "Whatever, let’s just focus on this investigation for now." he averted the subject. 

Sam just gave him a look, as if it wasn't over just yet. He agreed to his friend's idea, pulling out his notes and taking more notes. 

Six o'clock came a lot earlier than they hoped, making their way to the orphanage. As they pulled into the building, they noticed y/n already waiting out front for them. Colby felt his heart beat a bit faster seeing her there. He examined her outfit and her demeanor, admiring her. 

They began making their way up towards the front doors, seeing the guide also there. It didn't take long for y/n to turn around and notice them, putting a smile on her face and her heart to melt a bit seeing colby. 

"What's up guys?" Y/n offered them a smile. "I was just talking to Morgan here about the building." She pointed towards the other woman. 

They greeted their guide, offering a warm greeting. They all introduced themselves, joking and laughing a bit. 

"Well, are you guys ready for the tour?" Morgan asked them. 

"Yeah, for sure lead the way." Sam nodded, following her. 

"Well this building was built in 1863, it was originally an orphanage named Haven Orphanage for Moved or Unwanted children," Morgan started, pointing towards the building. "It's said to be haunted, due to cruel conditions like overcrowding and shortage of supplies. The government didn't really want to pay for any orphanages, unfortunately causing it to be absolute hell for the children and staff." She continued, clasping her hands together. 

"Yeah, off the bat I already feel like some negative energy," Y/n motioned with her hands towards the building. "Like I feel a negative spirit lurking." 

"Yeah, so that you're feeling is Ruby," Morgan clarified. "She was one of the staff, she was very cruel to the children and it's rumored she sold her soul to the devil for the place to keep standing, but unfortunately she passed away from unknown causes." She continued. 

Everyone looked around, widened eyes painted on their faces. 

"Wow, okay so more demons." Sam chuckled.

"Well, it's not all bad energy," Morgan stopped him. "There's a lot of children spirits in here, they're rather playful and kind. But they do like to mess with you so don't get too scared from it." She added. 

"Wait, why am I kinda excited," y/n replied, covering her smile. "I never talked to children's spirits before." She admitted. 

"Well, it'll be a new experience for everyone then." Morgan chuckled, "Shall we start the tour then?" She suggested. 

The group agreed, making their way into the building. Immediately everyone looked around the place, noticing the different decor and admiring the ceilings. 

"So, as you can see, the building has a lot of character to it," Morgan pointed out. "But don't be fooled, there are a lot of dark corners of this building." 

Aas they went deeper into the hallway, they looked around seeing the admission office and different classrooms. 

"This was the classrooms, they would attend school here but the staff wasn't very kind," Morgan began. "A lot of the staff would use punishments that were unorthodox, like paddling which was spanking with a wooden paddle." She added. 

Colby looked over to Sam, "Maybe I should be punished." He whispered, causing y/n and Sam to laugh a bit. 

They soon wandered up the stairs, examining the stained glass on their way up. Y/n smiled as her eyes traveled around the beautiful structure, while Colby couldn’t help but watch her move and how beautiful she was. 

When they made their way up, they noticed the many bedrooms with bunk beds. As y/n began following the guide, she heard a loud metallic thump in one of the rooms. She jumped a bit, surprised by the sound. Unexpectedly, she jumped back into Colby's arms, causing her to become embarrassed. 

Colby's hands were wrapped around her for a moment before y/n, releasing her when she cleared her throat and looked down flustered. “Sorry, that just scared the shit out of me.” She muttered, placing a hand on her chest. 

“That's probably Billy,” Morgan mentioned, pointing towards one of the darkened rooms. “He likes to mess with tourists, he’s a prankster but he’s harmless.” She added. 

Y/n couldn't help but notice a small figure move out of her eyeline, causing her to swing her head towards the room. The guys followed her swift movements, examining the dark room. 

"Did you see something?" Colby asked her, looking back at her. 

Y/n tried focusing her eyes into the darkness, but nothing came up, "Could've sworn I saw something..." She whispered. 

As Sam pointed the camera towards the darkness, he zoomed into the room. "Well we definitely have to come back here for something," he commented. 

As they continued making their way further into the building, Colby couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was beautiful at every angle, he wanted to protect her from anything and everything. Y/n noticed his gaze, being a medium and all, and turned to him. Colby quickly averted his gaze off her, flustered yet again and awkwardly kept walking. 

Y/n blushes as well, trying to rationalize. She cleared her throat as she began making her way towards one of the bedrooms. 

"This was one of the girls' rooms," Morgan explained, pointing towards the different bedsheets of muted pinks and purples. "This doesn't have much activity besides a little girl who likes to sing from time to time, she's a rather sweet ghost." 

"Sam, this one should be your favorite," Colby teases, mentioning the Sallie house. 

Sam laughs, facing his friend, "I think I'm okay without another attachment." 

They all exchanged laughs as they averted their attention towards the sudden faint sounds of footsteps, followed by the rocking chair in the corner slowly creaking as it rocked back and forth. 

They went silent, looking at each other and back at the scene. But the chair just ceases its movements. 

"Okay, what the actual fuck." Colby whispered, covering his mouth in shock. 

Y/n felt a cold touch travel down her arm, as if someone swiped her arm. She looked around, trying to find the source. She felt a faint whisper in her ear, a name. 

"That was the little girl, her name is Beth if you would like to talk to her." Morgan suggested.

Y/n's jaw flew down, realizing what the name was. "You're kidding," she gasped. "I literally heard like a whisper or something with that name." She announced, crossing her arms as she felt the cold begin to engulf her. 

Sam and Colby turned to her, eyes widened in surprise. 

"Oh my god, maybe Beth wants to talk or something?" Sam considered, pointing the camera towards her direction. 

Y/n nodding, agreeing. She had experiences like this, but never this strong. She felt like her body was vibrating and buzzing with the constant movements and voices. 

"Are you okay?" Colby asked, furrowing his brows as he noticed her body shake. 

Y/n nodded slightly, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. "Yeah just there's so much happening right now, I keep hearing different types of voices and seeing figures around the corner of my eye." She mentioned. 

Colby's eyes washed over with concern, having the need to protect her. "Did you want to take a break or anything?" He asked her, worry coated in his voice. 

Y/n smiled at his empathy, "I'll be okay, just my body is buzzing a bit, but thank you." She breathed out, flustered at his concern. 

Before they knew it, they had made their way to the darkest part of the building. The basement was where supposedly a lot of the children died from cruel punishments, creating a lot of angry spirits. 

"Okay, so before we make our way around," Morgan began, turning back to the group of people. "There is a lot of negative energy here, they will try to hurt you. People always leave here with scratches and even have been pushed off the stairs going to the basement." She warned. 

The group felt tense, nervous about what comes next. When they entered the dimly lit room, they could barely navigate through the dark basement as they stayed close to each other. 

Y/n heard something fall, causing her to jump forward and instinctively grab the person's hand. That person being Colby. She blushed as she realized who it was, clearing her throat and mumbling an apology. 

"It's okay," Colby assured, smiling but she couldn't see it. "You can hold my hand if you want, I'm sorta shitting bricks right now too." He chuckled, stretching out his hand to her. 

She felt her heart skip a beat, hesitantly reaching for his hand. As she grabbed onto his hand, she felt her body rush with electricity. Y/n was glad that the room was too dark to see her flustered face. 

"Alright guys," Morgan sighed, stopping under a lightbulb. "This was where most of the children actually died." She mentioned. 

Y/n felt a wave of sadness coarse through her body, her lip beginning to quiver. Colby looked over to her, seeing the glisten of her tears. 

"Hey, you okay?" He asked her, his brows furrowed with worry. 

"Y-Yeah, I just felt this wave of sadness," she sniffled in response. "like I feel them telling me something so horrible happened to them." She added. 

Colby felt sad to see her cry, wanting to wipe her tears away. Instead he gripped onto her hand firmly, reassuring her. 

Morgan nodded at her comment, "It was actually gruesome," she began. "The kids would be punished here, starved, even beaten. A lot of that resulted in death." 

Everyone in the group frowned, so much remorse for the poor children's lives that were lost. 

"But," Morgan cut in. "Like I mentioned before, there is an adult spirit who haunts here, Ruby. It's rumored she was murdered down here or the other theory was she was pushed out of one of the windows." 

They thought for a moment, feeling a cold chill rush through them causing them to shiver for a bit. 

"Did you guys feel that?" Sam asked, pointing the camera towards them, ignoring their grasp on each other. 

The two nodded, their eyes darting throughout the basement. 

"Man, I don't like the vibe I'm getting here." Y/n whispered, trying to inch closer to Colby. 

Colby agreed, lacing his fingers through hers as he pulled her closer to his body. He felt so protective of her, wanting her to be safe. 

"Yeah, we don't want to be down here for too long," Morgan began making her way back to the exit. "People get seriously hurt here." She added, sternly. 

Y/n's eyes widened, looking up at Colby. He looked back once he noticed her glance and smiled as he guided her towards the exit. 

Once they exited the creepy basement, y/n let go as she thought Colby wouldn't want Sam to see their hold, causing Colby to become disappointed. 

Morgan led the group towards the front of the building, Y/n walking alongside with her as Sam and Colby hung behind them. 

"Dude, I saw you guys down there," Sam smirked, grabbing Colby's attention. "You know, holding hands," He teased. 

Colby rolled his eyes as he flustered at his best friend's teasing, "So what?" He murmured. 

"Admit it, you like her, don't you?" Sam asked, wiggling his brows slightly. 

This only caused Colby to get more embarrassed, looking away from his best friend. 

Sam only chuckled, reaching the doors to the building as they parted ways with Morgan. They thanked her, offering her farewells, and advice. 

As soon as Morgan left, the group looked at each other. Y/n tried to avoid her gaze on Colby, not wanting to seem desperate for his attention. 

"Alright, I think we should use the spirit box," Sam began, rummaging through his bag. "And I have some toys that might interest the kids." Sam added as he pulled out various children's toys and the infamous Alice box. 

"Okay, sounds good." Colby agreed, nodding with the plan. 

Y/n bit her lip, trying to figure out something she heard in the building. She figured it was nothing, brushing it off slightly. They began making their way back towards the doors they just exited, seeing the dark hallways stretch down. 

Y/n froze for a moment, her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. Soon, she started making her way towards the two who had already made it halfway down the hallway as they discussed plans. 

She tried to catch up to them, but stopped when she saw it. She stopped at the intersection of hallways, staring down the much larger hallway. 

Colby looked behind him, seeing y/n stuck in a trance like state. He made his way back to her, nudging her to see what's wrong. 

"Y-You guys don't see it don't you?" She whispered, her eyes glued on the other side of the barren hallway. 

Colby and Sam looked over to where she was staring, unable to locate the problem. 

"No, Y/n we only see the hallway." Colby shook his head, worry creeping into his skin. 

As Sam tried to begin his sentence, Y/n quickly cut him off. 

"Holy fuck, that thing just moved." Y/n whispered, her hands shaking a bit. 

"What? What did you see?" Sam asked, looking around the hallway. 

Y/n turned to the two, her eyes widened slightly. 

"Okay, as I was about to make my way towards you guys," y/n explained. "I stopped because I heard this whisper, almost telling me to come over here kinda. So I look down the hallway and I see this fucking thing, it was like tall and black and clothed with some weird black clothes, it kept staring at me even when you guys came over. Then it grinned and walked away." She elaborated, her voice beginning to shake as she covered her mouth a bit with her shaking hand. 

Sam and Colby look at each other for a moment, worried. 

"Yeah, okay so already a lot of shit is happening." Sam sighed, feeling a pressure build up in his chest. 

Colby nodded, licking his lips as he began to speak, "let's just get this investigation over with so we can leave," he suggested. "Are you okay to keep going?" He asked Y/n, his brows furrowed. 

Y/n nodded her head, exhaling a deep breath out. "Yeah, just that freaked me out but i'm sure it's nothing." She convinced herself. 

With that, the three made their way to one of the bedrooms, trying to contact one of the nicer spirits. 

"Okay guys, so we have the new Alice box," Sam pointed the camera to the machine. "It's like a spirit box, reading through channels and frequencies so the spirits talk through it." He explained. 

Y/n looked around the room a bit, examining the surroundings well. Colby couldn't help but stare at her face, watching as her eyes darted around. Y/n looked over to Colby's glance and Colby smiled a bit, causing her to blush yet again. She's lost track of how many times she caught him doing things that she keeps reading into. Clearly he's being friendly, but really how friendly?

"Okay let's ask some questions for the little girls that stay in this room." Sam began, clasping his hands after he turned on the small device.

"...hello?..." 

A female voice rang throughout the room, the echo bouncing off the walls. Y/n furrowed her brows, pulling out her notebook as she began to scribble words that came up in her mind. 

She stopped at the word, she looked down and thought of it for a moment. She noticed something, a pair of eyes on her notebook. But it wasn't a spirit, just colby snooping. She smiled a bit, turning her notebook over to Colby. 

He looked at her then lined the pieces of paper with the random ink on letters and drawings. As he read the words, suddenly the Alice box answered. 

"...chair..."

Colby's jaw hung open, looking over to Sam and the paper. Y/n's actions mimicking his. 

"Dude," y/n gasped, displaying her notebook to Sam and the camera. "I wrote that not even 2 minutes earlier, Colby saw it too." She explained. 

Sam’s mouth hung open a bit, shocked. "No fucking way." 

But before they could say anything else, the Alice box spoke again. 

"...girl..." 

"I mean, this is the girl's room." Y/n explained. The two guys nodded, still confused what the spirits are trying to say. 

"...man... hallway..." 

Y/n froze, goosebumps running down her body. "Oh my god, it's talking about that thing I saw." She whispered. 

"Do you know the thing that Y/n saw in that hallway?" Colby asked into the open air. 

The Alice box stayed silent for a moment, occasionally spewing random words that didn't make sense. But as they were about to turn it off, it spoke. 

"... can't say..." 

"Can't say? Why can't you say anything?" Y/n asked yet again, scribbling into her notebook. 

"...won't..." "...let us..." 

"He maybe has a hold on them," Sam suggested, rubbing his chin slightly. "It's possible it's a demon." He added. 

"...evil..." 

They looked at each other and didn't say anything for a moment, Y/n turning her notebook over to reveal the word written on the paper. evil. 

Then the rem pod near the door started going off, a chill running down Y/n's back as the room became cold.

"Okay, this is actually so freaky," Sam chuckled a bit, pointing the camera towards the door. "The rem pod went off after Y/n wrote evil AND the Alice box said evil." 

Y/n sat up, ears perking up a bit as she listened carefully to the air. "Okay, I don't know if it's just me, but the room went completely freezing, and I feel something negative in here." She blurted out. 

"Yeah, I feel the cold," Sam agreed. "Could it be that thing you saw earlier?" He inquired. 

Y/n shook her head, "No, that was like paralyzing fear," She noted. "This one.. it's just mad." She whispered out. 

Concern painted on Colby's expression, clearly reading her body language as uncomfortable. 

"Hey, maybe let's end it in this room," Colby proposed. "A lot more places to investigate." 

Sam nodded, reaching for the equipment as he turned it off. Y/n sat up, but quickly recoiled forward. Colby noticed it, confused. 

"You okay?" he asked, helping her stabilize herself. 

Y/n looked around as Colby held onto her arm. "Y-Yeah, just something pushed me," She answered. "like I was standing up, and I felt a shove on my upper back." 

The group quickly exited the room, making their way down to the basement. They were going to explore more of the place, but seeing how y/n kept being targeted clearly for her abilities they weren't comfortable making her go through it. 

The feeling of uneasiness returned, entering the frigid basement. The dim light still remained on, barely illuminating the space around them. 

"Alright guys, we're going to the basement," Sam mentioned into the camera, showing the dark room. "We're going to do the Estes method down here, Colby is going to do it today." he spun the camera towards Colby's direction, zooming into his face. 

"Wow, face of excitement right there." Y/n joked, causing Colby to break his monotone expression to light up with laughter. 

She felt her heart jump, hearing his laughter brightening her spirit up. She could listen to it all day if she could. Colby soon sat on the barren concrete floor, Y/n handing him the blindfold followed with the headphones. His hands brushing up against her, followed by a smirk on his face. 

She cleared her throat, backing away from him. 

"Alright Colby, can you hear us?" Sam asked, testing out the volume. Colby doesn't say anything, listening to the random static coming through the headphones. 

"Okay, whoever dwells in this basement, are you the supposed member of staff that passed away?" Sam questioned, awaiting Colby's answer. 

"Perhaps." Colby replied. 

"So it's a bit sassy." Y/n chuckled a bit followed by Sam's chuckles. 

"Well, is it true you did rituals to keep this place running?" Sam added. 

Colby stayed silent for a moment, trying to listen carefully to the voices ringing through. 

"Force." Colby blurted. "protect," he continued. 

They looked at each other, trying to decipher what was spoken. 

"What did you do to protect this building?" Y/n asked, furrowing her brows. 

"Colby." Colby said. "Crush." 

Sam looked over to y/n and smirked a bit, "I think it's speaking for you." 

Y/n smacked Sam playfully, a blush covering her face. 

"Kissing," Colby furrowed his brow under his mask. "Tree." 

Sam bursted into laughter, nearly dropping to the floor. Y/n covered her face with her hands, embarrassed. Colby, still oblivious to what's happening, is still spewing out words. Sam tapped him, alerting him to pull out of his trance. 

Colby removed his blindfold, followed by the headphones. He noticed Sam's laughter and Y/n's embarrassed face behind her hands. 

"What? What happened?" Colby asked, curious why Sam was practically rolling on the floor. 

Sam calmed down, wiping the tears out of his eyes. “It said kiss and then tree,” Sam coughed a bit. “It was teasing you.” He pointed towards Colby. 

Colby's face became warm, blushing until his face was red, “Yeah real funny, Sam.” Colby muttered with a sigh. 

Y/n cleared her throat, cheeks still flaming hot. "Well, let's just continue what we came here for." Y/n grumbled, her arms folded on her chest. 

Sam wiped his eyes, cooling down from his laughter. "Wow, that was too good."

Sam began making his way towards the stairs, leaving Y/n and Colby behind his trail.

"Sorry about him." Colby let out with a sigh, rubbing his neck. 

Y/n smiled up at him slightly, "I-Its okay, I know he's just teasing." She blushed. 

Colby simply nodded, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. It wasn't too long before they had explored the whole place, investigating where they could. But then the time to sleep in the actual building came, which y/n began overthinking about. She knew she agreed to sleep alone, but she was too scared after her encounter with that thing in the hallway. 

"Alright guys, it's time for us to split up and sleep in separate rooms," Sam urged. "We figured with the whole Y/n seeing the spirit in the hallway, we're going to sleep in rooms next to each other just to ensure safety." Sam explained. 

Y/n fiddled with her fingers slightly, anxiety beginning to heighten. She bit her lip as they began setting up camp in their rooms. She grabbed her sleeping bag, making their way towards one of the girl's rooms. her heart began beating against her chest as she sat on top of her sleeping bag, listening to every crack and noise around her. 

She rubbed her face, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. But then she heard a faint knocking on the window directly behind her. She just stared at the moonlight that illuminated through the glass in front of her. She quickly sat up, quickly walking towards the closed door. As she opened the door, Colby's chest pressed up against hers. She yelped as she got freighted by the unexpected visit. 

Y/n pressed her hand onto her chest, trying to calm herself down. "Holy shit Colby, you scared the fuck out of me!" She lightly slapped his chest. 

Colby chuckled a bit, trying to lighten up the mood, "Sorry, I couldn't sleep, plus I knew this was your first time staying alone in a haunted place so I wanted to keep you some company." He admitted. 

Y/n felt her heart softly flutter, touched by his gesture, "Yeah, I sorta kept hearing things, I was gonna go to you." She confessed. 

Colby smiled, glad she found comfort in his presence, "Mind if I sleep in the same room as you then?" He requested. 

"Not at all," Y/n quickly replied, walking back to her sleeping bag onto the floor. Colby followed, his pillow and sleeping bag in his hands. "I wonder if Sam is shitting himself alone." She chuckled as she hugged her knees close to her chest. 

Colby sat next to her as he laid out his temporary bed, chuckling at the comment, "He'll be fine," He waved off, "After he laughed at us,he can sleep by himself." 

Y/n laughed a bit, looking down towards the floor. Colby couldn't help but stare at her, admiring her features in the moonlight. She noticed his gaze, moving her attention back towards him. 

"W-What?" She asked him, confused. 

"Nothing," Colby shrugged. "You're just really beautiful." He whispered. 

She flustered as she looked away as her cheeks painted with a deep color, "Oh, stop it." She muttered, playing with her fingernails. 

Colby's fingers landed on her jaw, moving her to face back towards him. She looked up into his eyes, seeming to get pulled closer towards him. 

"Well, it's true," He added, but couldn't help but lean towards her lips as his eyes kept glancing to her eyes and back to her lips. "I couldn't stop staring at you all day," he revealed. 

She felt her body heat up, unknowingly pressing closer to him. "Well, maybe I knew," She replied, feeling his hand on top of hers. "Maybe I was staring too." 

With that, Colby's lips landed on her. She gladly accepted as her lips pieced together perfectly. Colby's hand laced with hers, like previously that night. He lightly held her face, his thumb rubbing her cheek.

But soon, Colby pulled away, leaving them panting as they rested each other's forehead on one another. Y/n couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit, causing Colby to wonder. 

"What?" He wondered. 

"Nothing," She added, rubbing her thumb on his hand. "Just, there were at least three little girls in here giggling." She confessed. 

Colby let out a laugh, pulling away as he looked around the room, "Well, you guys should give us some space." He announced into the room. 

The next morning, the sun began to shine through their window. The rays of light hitting their eyes, causing their eyes to flutter open. Y/n was the first one to notice him, seeing his wide smile on his face. Sam pointed the camera at the two, giggling as he noticed her to wake up. 

Y/n looked over next to her, noticing the boy clung onto her as he laid onto her chest. She threw her pillow towards Sam, causing him to laugh loudly which woke up Colby. Colby rubbed his eyes, adjusting his vision to the bright room. 

"What the-." Colby grumbled, looking up towards y/n's tired face. 

"Dude, how long have you guys been cuddling?" Sam exclaimed, putting away the camera. 

"Shut up sam." Colby muttered, his head landing onto his pillow. y/n sat up, covering her face. 

"Sam, it's too early for this, can you please leave us alone." Y/n groaned.

"Fine, fine I'll let you love birds be." Sam teased, wiggling his brows a bit before he shut the door behind him as he left. 

Y/n looked over to Colby who was laying on his side. She smiled a bit, still exhausted. He returned the smile, still amazed by her beauty. 

"Does this mean you'd go out with me? or do you already know that I was gonna ask you out?" He finally asked. 

Y/n chuckled dryly, "Colby, I’m a medium, not psychic," She rolled her eyes playfully. "But yes, I will go out with you."

[cher-rei]

afterglow pt- 11 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, fluff, slowish?? burn

[wc: 4.2k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 12]

notes: so many things are happening at once, I kid you not.

“that reminds me.” you snapped your fingers in realisation. “are you free this weekend? I wanted us to go to the planetarium.”

clara who was sat opposite you on the couch at the axa training lounge hummed in thought, despite her already knowing the answer. “unfortunately not. I have family coming over.”

you dropped your phone into your lap with a groan at the familiar answer. this was the third time in a month that she's been unable to hang out. “dude are you serious? are you ditching me because you're like secretly a spy or something.”

your retort made her laugh, but she shook her head. you couldn't deny that it made you feel slightly upset that clara has been busy whenever you wanted to hangout, and there was a flicker in your mind wondering if she was being serious or just didn't want to be around you too much.

you continued to scroll aimlessly through your phone while clara watched with a somber look. “why don't you invite you know who over?”

without saying anything you simply looked at her, the look in your eyes being enough of a tell tale of how you felt about that. trent had been over at your apartment nearly everyday for the past week— not that you were complaining of course. over the course of the week, you'd gotten closer than you expected.

it's not like either of you had anything better to do, so your afternoons after work consisted of making supper, for two instead of just yourself, and lounging around just for the fun of it. however, this week he'd be busy with his physio and you didn't want to interrupt that part of his routine.

so you started to mentally plan out your weekend which you'd be spending alone. “how do you feel about mason mount by the way?”

the question was out of the blue, seeing as you just saw an edit of the footballer on your for you page and it got you thinking. you and maya had talked about it before, she liked to call it “the downfall of mason mount”. at some point, there was a bit of delusion in you that believed that chelsea would take him back.

something flickered in clara's eyes, and she visibly stiffened for a moment. what do you--” she tucked a loose strand of her behind her ear and cleared her throat. “--what do you mean? I feel normal about him, yeah like the normal amount.”

your face scrunched at her answer. “okay? but what do you think about him?”

once again, she began rambling and you wondered if she was even understanding the words coming from her mouth.

“what's that supposed to mean?” she laughed, but the awkwardness didn't go unnoticed. “It's not like I know the guy.”

that wasn't what you meant at all but clara misunderstood entirely. your gaze traveled to her hands that was fidgeting with the hem of her shirt but you pushed the thought to the side. with a sigh you nodded slowly. ��uhm, okay then. world cup mason was an era though, ugh take me back.”

“yeah, the best,” clara trailed off and all you could was stare at her blankly, your lips slightly parted in confusion.

the day came to an end quickly, so when you finished up answering the last of your emails and going over the footage of the new ‘up the reds!’ episode, you called it a day and dashed straight to your car.

seeing as it was friday, you didn't need anything and took the liberty of hopping straight into the shower when you got home. of course, you were tackled by a very excited honey on your way in and gave her the necessary attention for a bit.

“hm, we can definitely take a run tomorrow,” you said and gave honey a quick kiss on her head.

you ran yourself a hot relaxing bath and decided to treat this as a self care weekend. it was a peaceful evening which was just what you needed to unwind from the last few weeks of work and confused feelings. when you got out of the bath, you stayed in your towel for a bit and began prepping your supper.

when you finished up with your skincare and got into your pajamas all you needed to do was finish up with your supper. you had the music blasting from your living room, your taylor swift playlist being as bipolar as ever.

spamjam._.

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no.elle look at honey 😭 [liked by spamjam._.]

→ spamjam._. uhm hello??? girl where have you been??

→ no.elle studying 😭 but I'm back now!!

→ spamjam._. studying for 4 years straight 😃 you left me for germany!

→ no.elle. shut up you're making me sound like a horrible person!

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you sung and danced along to your shuffled playlist in the kitchen while plating your food. and by the time you were finished, your phone started to ring. the music was quickly paused and you answered the video call with an excited smile.

“I saw your instagram post and I felt the need to rush over immediately,” sofía said from the other end if the line.

a laugh ticked at your throat as you set your phone up and sat at the bar stool while you ate. “how are you holding up?”

a heavy sigh left your friend's mouth and she went off camera for a moment to shut her room door. “I'm okay. but I'm not the one recovering from an acl injury anymore.”

a frown formed on your face at her answer and you realised who she was referring to. “I can't imagine how he must be feeling right now.” you picked at your food for a moment. “but it was nice of you to offer to help him you know?”

sofía smiled, and made herself comfortable under her blanket. “pablo's strong, he’s just a little lost right now.” there was a hint of hurt in her voice as she thought back to the day that gavi tore his acl, recalling just how her stomach dropped when she got the call from his mother.

“and he means a lot to me so I want to be with him right now. jamie you should've seen the look in his eyes when I got to the hospital.”

sure you weren't there but you saw the videos and could account for the pain in his eyes as he limped off the pitch. an acl injury was no joke either, so this was really a tell tale of how much sofía truly cared for him even if she was always complaining about him.

the two of you continued to chat for a bit, catching up since so much had happened since you last saw each other at the last clasíco. “and how are you and trent?”

sofía's question made you cringe. “don't go quiet on me now, I know that somethings up.”

yes something was up. but you weren't sure what it was. “uhm, i think it's going somewhere. it's still too early too tell though, but moves are being made.”

on the other end of the line sofía sighed in relief, causing you to roll your eyes. “and I thank clara for that.”

the following day, you started your morning off with a some fruit oatmeal and coffee before changing into a pair of leggings, a tank top and a zip up hoodie to throw over for your walk with honey.

the weather was a bit chilly despite the sun beating down on you. you and honey took a trip to the park and played around for a while, got some coffee and then went back home. after your shower, you fed honey and got yourself something to eat and sat down to do some work.

you checked the team's schedule for the rest of the month and made notes for filming days and photoshoots, as well as the football match that you and trent had agreed upon a while ago. it was going to be a charity match, which you'd be organising and setting up.

then there was the efl cup final at the end of february as well. the next few months were going to be hell and you could feel it creeping up already. you packed up your work things at about 12:45 and decided to watch some t.v for a bit.

with honey in your lap and the t.v playing in the background you scrolled through your socials when something popped up on your feed. your jaw dropped at clara's post.

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you didn't know whether to call her or wait it out. she lied to you about having family over, but you weren't even mad. heck she had a boyfriend!

honey squirmed in your lap and you soothed her back to sleep. “your aunt is a liar. but we'll call her tomorrow so she can enjoy her little date weekend.”

“guess who's back?” you joked and waved at your viewers through the camera.

it had been so long since you last streamed, and you missed it. even if you were just here to chat for a few hours, you felt the need to catch up with your fan base who were more than delighted to have you back.

“how is everyone doing? it’s been so long since we've done this.” your eyes ran along the comments on your monitor, when one caught your eye. you hurriedly hopped off your chair and left the room, coming back with honey in your arms.

the live chat started flooding with comment on how cute she was. the puppy in your arms wagged her rail in excitement as she saw herself on the monitor. “this is an official introduction. trent was the first of everyone to see her, and I took her to work the other day where she was treated like a celebrity by the way.”

you spoke to your viewers about how work had been so far, and how you had the opportunity to meet so many people. everyone already knew about sofía, but there was one person that was more recent.

“okay, so we can play a little game,” you said with a cheeky smile. “I'll give you guys a hint, she's the wag of someone who's club we played recently.”

immediately your chat was flooding with names of every wag to date, which had you rolling your head back in laughter. after a while you gave them one last hint— she was someone that you mentioned on stream a very long time ago, and that you described her as “a gift from the heavens”.

from that, the correct answer came in. “yes!! sophia weber!!”

you put your hand to your heart at the remembrance of your meeting at the emirates stadium the week before. you were coming down from the press table when you bumped into her. she flashed you the most breathtaking smile and you felt your knees go weak, fumbling over your words as you tried to apologise.

“and the best part is that she knew who I was!” you gawked. “like who even am I? I'm no one and she knew my name! and said that she'd like me to sit with her the next time we play arsenal.”

the topic then changed to the lastest television drama as you shared recommendations for shows and movies.

“firstly I think they did a great jo–” you were interrupted by your phone buzzing on your table. with a smile you answered seeing that it was jobe, probably calling to check up with you.

“hi, my angel what's up? you're on speaker by the way,” you answered and he went silent for a moment, not having registered that you were streaming.

when he got the message he greeted the stream as well, followed by a bashful laugh. “I called to check up on you. you know, to see if you're alive and all.”

the sound of jobe's voice made you smile. “oh, so you didn't call because you missed me?”

a scoff echoed through the other end of the line. “me? miss you? never in a million years.”

you hummed and played along with his antics, clearly he didn't want to be embarrassed. suddenly you recalled the fiasco from earlier on in the week when trent came over. “also can you please explain how you blocked me from our netflix account to everyone? I'd really appreciate a full explanation.”

jobe burst into a fit of laughter at that, and you sat patiently and waited for an explanation. you, jobe and jude shared a netflix account and have for years, and when you tried to log in the other evening after trent left, the password was wrong.

“it wasn't me though! jude changed the password, I didn't even know I swear,” he defended himself by shamelessly throwing his older brother under the bus.

you shook your head and looked at your camera. “I'm the one paying for the account by the way.” you paused at the sound of his resounding laughter through the speaker. “not the two professional footballers.”

“I'm like 99% sure that you make more money than I do.”

the call didn't last long after that, but you appreciated the call. you hung up after wishing him luck for his match the following day, waiting until he said that he loved you to fully end the call.

the weekend was finally coming to an end. and that meant one thing— clara was about to get beat up (obviously that was an exaggeration). it was after lunch that you called her, but you stayed silent on the line for a good few minutes to emphasise your feeling of betrayal.

you were in the kitchen when the sound of the front door opening rung through your apartment, as well as honey’s excited barking. that was a clear indication that trent was here so you weren't worried.

clara was rambling on about explaining herself when you felt the presence of someone behind you, his hands resting on your sides to tickle you but you fought him off with a stern look.

“I'm not mad that you have a boyfriend, I'm just confused that you lied to me,” you said honestly which caught trent's interest.

he watched with curious eyes as you took a seat on the island and stood opposite you, waiting for an explanation. to this you raised your hand, telling him to hold while you got the full story.

trent was impatient as he listened to you talk to clara, having no clue what was being said from her side. all he got was that she had a boyfriend and that you might know him.

you sighed at clara's words. “yeah but what was the big de– you're what???!”

both honey and trent jolted at the sound of your scream. the look of utter shock in your eyes told trent that this was groundbreaking information and he needed to know. he'd been silent for long enough, his curiosity was eating him up.

this was when you got off the counter and began pacing the kitchen, with him following after you like a lost puppy. he tried to get you attention but you waved him off every single time.

you stood with your hands in your hips. “how long have you known? were you surprised? you'be been engaged for how long?? clara you've been screwing the enemy for 4 years!?”

trent's mouth fell agape, and he couldn't help himself. “screwing the enemy??”

your hand flew to cover trent's mouth, because clara didn't know that he was there until he decided to speak up. you tried to divert the conversation again and shot the footballer a look but all he could do was focus on the lack of space between the two of you.

your body was pressed up against his, so he took the liberty of snaking his arms around your waist and to his surprise you didn't mind. you were barely focused on him at all, which wasn't ideal but he loved the proximity.

then you heard a voice in the background of clara's and you couldn't help yourself. “that's him isn't it? don't lie to me clara, put me on speaker right now.”

after a bit of reluctance she obliged and you did the same, earning a smile of victory from trent who was listening intently until the sound of the familiar male voice.

“hi mason, it's jamie,” you greeted in your nicest voice possible, fighting back the laugh in your throat because of trent's look of disbelief and confusion.

“jude's friend jamie?” he asked clara and she nodded, causing him to smile. “yeah, I remember we met a while ago during the world cup. how are you?”

you pursed your lips at his question. you couldn't be mad at him like this, he was being too nice. “I'm doing great. I should be asking you since you're going to be a father.”

“clara’s pregnant?!”

you slapped trent on the chest but he couldn't stay quiet any longer. your friend om the other hand was more than upset.

“you said that trent wasn't there,” she argued but you were just as fed up and argued back with a scoff.

“yeah and you told me that you had family coming over.”

it was mason's turn to speak during the unfortunate encounter. he was so oblivious to what was going on, and you could hear the excitement in his voice when he realised that trent was there, seeing as they were friends and called out to him just to check.

you gave trent a look, gesturing for him to answer. he cleared his throat and said hi. “hi mate, it's been a while. how are you holding up?”

the conversation didn't last too long and after a mutual agreement clara ended the call. you looked at your screen with a groan, this was not what you had expected at all. absentmindedly, you rested your head on trent's chest, trying to process what had just happened.

it came as such a shock to you, and by trent’s confused rambling he was having a hard time comprehending it too.

“so clara is getting married and she's pregnant,” he repeated to make sense of all the information. “and it's mason mount, who's also the father and they've been together for 4 years and nobody knew at all.”

the only question you had at the moment was why everyone was either getting married or pregnant. what happened to taking it slow? them again you had no right to speak seeing as you weren't even sure if you were ever going to make it that far.

“what are you doing here by the way?” you llifted your head to look up at trent, who merely shrugged. it only dawned on you then that his hands were resting on your waist which caused you tense up.

the pit in your stomach grew and you tried your best to seem as casual as possible. he must've noticed because he was eager to break the silent tension and told you about his physio assessment as he limped over to the couch. the lack of warmth on your wasit was harsh, almost foreign even though it wasn't something that's happened between the two of you before this.

the past two weeks had been a blur regarding your relationship. it was more than obvious by now that there was something going on, but neither of you addressed the topic. a few days ago you called maya to ask her for advice and she said that he was probably waiting for the right time.

which made sense. things always seemed to get messy whenever the two of you got closer, for example, skylar showing up, the recent speculation of him having a girlfriend (who wasn't you), and now his injury. only this time, you weren't planning on backing away and were prepared to stay until it was clear that you had no chance with him.

the rest of the month flew by without any further issues. the team was performing well, trent's recovery was going great and you officially met mason and absolutely melted at him and clara's relationship.

you joined them at clara's house not too long after the call you had with her, and needless to say, you were extremely happy for her. there wasn't a couple that you've met that smiled at each other more than they did. you could practically feel the love and adoration floating through the air when you were around them.

then something else shifted.

you knew something was up when a meeting was called after work hours that friday. but you couldn't think of any issue so you went in with little care, ans sat down at the table beside clara as per usual. it was when you scanned the room that you realised it was just the media team in the room and not the coaching staff as well.

just as you were about to bring it up with clara, jurgen walked into the room with a lopsided smile. he shut the door behind him carefully and took his spot in front, preferring to stand instead of taking a seat.

“good afternoon everyone, I'm sorry for keeping you all after hours but I just finished talking to the boys,” he apologised which had you questioning.

he continued on but it took him a while to get to the point, but eventually he made eye contact with you and smiled but it was somber. the usual excitement wasny present in his eyes, so you sat up in your chair and waited.

“I will be retiring as the team's manager at the end of the season.”

you wanted to throw up, hoping that this was just some sick joke for april fools but the issue was that it wasn't april. the room broke out into mummers and questions for jurgen who looked as if he wasn't taking the news well himself.

he tried to keep it as short as possible, and proposed the idea of content being pushed out as well as a formal announcement video by the end of the month– which was in five days.

the meeting ended after 20 minutes of discussion and more apologies for the late and abrupt news. of course everyone was devastated, and you were literally fighting back tears. then it hit you that the team just got told as well, and all that sadness tripled and hit you like a truck.

there was still three months left of the season, and this could either motivate the boys or ruin everything.

to your surprise jurgen asked you to stay behind for a moment. when the media team finally left, it was just you and your broken heart.

“you know I didn't even feel this broken when I broke up with my ex boyfriend,” you said and shut your eyes to force back the tears daring to escape.

a hearty chuckle echoed through the room and he came to sit next to you. it was silent for a moment again, to give you some time to process the news. “do you know why I make sure that you're so involved with the team?”

you looked at jurgen with furrowed brows at the question, not quite catching on. you agreed that there was a drastic difference between other clubs and their media managers, as opposed to you who showed up to all the matches, travelled with them, stayed during training and got the opportunity to form an actual bond with them.

“because I knew that when I leave, I'll need someone to be a sort of pillar for them.” he hummed and tried to find the correct way to put what he was saying into words. “a new coaching staff will be hired, people who the boys have been with for most of their careers will be gone but I want them to have a familiar face.”

you nodded in understanding. it was difficult for people to leave most of what they know behind and start fresh and grow comfortable with their surroundings so you could account for his reasoning. that didn't mean that any of this would be easier for them though.

“I just need them to feel at home, and you've been doing that exceptionally well from the moment you started working here,” jurgen said and laughed, recalling the early morning that you joined them at the training center.

there was a curious but nervous look in your eyes that day, and just by looking at you then he knew that you'd be a vital part of the team for as long as they stood. and now more than ever, was your role as detrimental as ever and you were determined to make jurgen's departure one that he'll remember.

that evening when you got back to your apartment, you weren't surprised to see your phone blow up with messages from the group chat.

[stupidlovergirl]

TL;DR He's HOT pt 2 Getting caught about how attractive they are, by them Feat. Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, Diavolo Bros. Version not edited Dev Notes:Sorry I've been gone!! I finished my semester and took a little to rest.

You had came to visit Solomon at Purgatory Hall, yet when Simeon opened the door, you quickly found out that the sorcerer was running to get a few ingredients. Next thing you knew, you were telling him about how attractive you found your teacher.

"He's just different, you know? I like how he makes me feel. Not to mention, he's pretty attractive I got to say. Something about the fact he is so knowledgeable while still being able to be fun is so refreshing. I like being able to to have serious discussion and also able to chill" and you kept on. Talking about how much you liked the sorcerer, you didn't hear the door open and Solomon walk in. Hearing you and Simeon talking, he stopped before entering. Solomon feels so smug. The fact that you are into him while there are so many after you is an ego boost. It also makes him happy, because he is very into you also.

Waiting later, he brings it up and talks about it, relishing in the embarrassment on your face. He laughs when you cover your face. Pulling them down, you can see the smirk on his face

"Don't worry, I think your pretty attractive too"

Simeon is a man who has a strong morals and ideas. So he feels kind of bad listening in on your conversation. He just came to drop off some baked goods from Luke. So when he heard you on the phone talking about a man with "a cute little waist" and "the most attractive face sculpted by God," he felt bad and went to knock.

"Simeon is the most attractive man I have ever met. I don't understand how he is so cute and sexy at once!"

He halted, and he felt the heat rise to his face as soon as his name escaped your mouth. He took a moment. Calming himself down and finally knocked on the door. After a few seconds, you open the door. You seemed flustered at his appearance,

"Hello, Luke wanted me to drop this off to you. He is having baking lessons with Barbatos, so he wasn't able come"

"Ah, thanks" you say, taking the container "Uhm, can I ask you something?"

"Of course" Simeon says, smiling at you softly

"Did, you, uh, hear any of that?" you reply, rubbing your neck

"Ah, yes, I did. I appreciate how fond you seem of me. I think this is a good time to tell you I'm quite fond of you too" he tells you with a smile.

Barbatos was sent to pick up some important forms from Lucifer, so since he was there he decided to come pay you a visit. Hearing your voice from inside the kitchen, he went to investigate.

"Mammon, you are SO wrong! The most attractive demon hands down is Barbatos. I mean HELLO? He can literally do it all. He takes care of Diavolo, cleans the entire of the palace, makes the entirety of the meals, and THEN some! Also, just his face in general? Ugh, I could look at him forever. Perfect little malewife if I have ever seen one"

Well. That was interesting. Deciding not to come clean just yet. He was going to wait for the perfect opportunity. Which happened a few days after when you came for tea at the palace.

"Hey! Barbatos!" you called as you approached the butler

"Hello" he simply says, turning to face you

"How ya' been? Lucifer said you were at the House of Lamentation a little while ago but you didn't come and say hi!" you said with a smile.

"Ah yes, you were having a interesting conversation with Mammon in the kitchen and I didn't want to interrupt you" he smiles, but the look of mischief in his eyes don't go unnoticed.

"Something about how I was the 'perfect little malewife', if I directly quote you."

You clam up at this comment.

"Oh, uhm, yeah...haha...uhm"

"Don't worry, I took it as a compliment. You are quite cute when you gush about me, I'd like it if you told it directly to me." You blush at this, rubbing the side of your neck.

"Maybe over dinner?" you ask sheepishly

"I was hoping you'd say that"

Diavolo was walking to meet you after a day at RAD for a meeting with the exchange students, discussing how you personally thought it could be improved. Now imagine his surprised when he heard you giggling with Asmo over the most attractive demon.

"What! No way! Give me ALL the details!!!" He heard the fifth born squeal out from around the corner, "When did you start liking him??"

"I dunno, it just happened. One day I just acknowledged he was cute, and then it slowly started to build up. Like how he smiles so big when he's happy, how he is able to balance everything so well, but doesn't allow himself to get super stressed." Diavolo was intrigued at your words, what demon has you that wrapped around their finger, he's going through the list when he hears you take a deep breath in

"I don't feel like it was a definitive time, but just a slow build up. I just knew that I really liked Diavolo after awhile when I started getting so anxious during meetings with him. OH SHIT! I HAVE A MEETING TODAY!!" and with that line he hears your footsteps running towards him, and you slam into his broad chest, almost falling if he hadn't caught you. He laughed loudly at the dazed and flushed look on your face.

"Hello! What are you up to?" he asked curiously

"On my way to meet you actually..."

"I heard you." he says simply, smile growing even bigger as the panic sets in on your face.

"OH HA HA HA" you laugh loudly, looking at him panic in your eyes

"Don't worry darling, your affections are completely returned, probably doubled if I'm honest"

[chrissv4mp]

tornado warnings 🌪⚠️

warnings: vulgar language, maybe gets a little sexual but not real smut, getting back with an ex (don't do this seriously its the WORST decision you'll ever make)

author's note: GUYS i am so obsessed with sabrina carpenter so i js HADDDDD to make a matt oneshot based on one of her songs!!

edit: yall are getting this early bc i couldn't wait to post it & i also just hate having stuff in my drafts!!

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"matt," you laughed, stumbling over your own feet as you tried to make your way to him.

"c'mon, just a few more steps. don't fall now, darling." he joked, and you swear you felt nauseous at the thought of it.

your eyes glanced to the ground, and you forgot how high up you were. was the alcohol just making it seem higher?

you took the last few steps with caution, and right at the last one, you stepped on your shoelace, causing you to stumble forward.

"shit," matt gasped, grabbing your forearm tight but gentle enough that it wouldn't hurt. he pulled you back, the both of you falling on your asses on the roof.

matt laughed at your shocked expression, acting as if you hadn't almost broken bones. he was always like this, never feeling anything. and even if he did, he would just find it funny.

"what the fuck?" you gasped, and before you could even yell at him, you started to laugh. his laughter was contagious, everyone would agree.

his hold on you didn't last long, quickly pushing you out of his arms and getting to his feet.

your smile faded as you watches him crawl back into the house through the window, leaving you by yourself.

what kind of boyfriend does that?

you shook your head, fending off the bad thoughts and quickly thinking of how many other guys were worse. matt wasn't even a bad boyfriend.

he just... was a little scared of relationships. it was the commitment, he always said.

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sighing, you stared up at the ceiling of the office, the only sound in the room being a pen writing on paper and your quiet breaths.

"so, back to what we talked about last session, your boyfriend?--"

"ex." you corrected, looking back in your therapists direction.

"oh, i'm sorry ms. y/l/n. uhm, you said you felt unwanted, but that you still believed he had a good heart, is that correct?" the man asked, looking down at the paper in his clipboard.

"yeah, yes, that's right." you breathed, fidgeting with your hands as you looked around the room.

"you also said that you planned to breakup with him, cut off all communication. have you spoken to him since said breakup?" he tilted his head, looking up from his clipboard.

shit.

"no, no i haven't. never saw him. never kissed him." you said, your voice growing quiet as you said the last words.

if he didn't see it, it doesn't exist. he doesn't have to know.

the man sighed, taking his glasses off before placing them on a table to the side, "ms. y/l/n, this is a safe space, you know that. we've been doing these sessions for a little over 7 months now, and i'm sure that you know everything you tell me in here is private and is never spoken of outside this office."

"i know, i do feel that this is a safe space. and i swear to you i'm telling the truth. im over that son of a bitch. he's the worst." your lips curved into a reassuring smile, and unsurprisingly it hadn't helped your case.

"okay," he sighed.

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you glanced at the clock on the wall, sitting at the island in your kitchen as you finished up some work on your computer.

your phone was left untouched next to your mouse pad and you silently prayed that it remained silent.

the screen lit up, and an array of messages suddenly blew up your phone.

great, just what you wanted!

you didn't take your eyes off the computer screen, but as soon as you saw matts contact name in the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but grab the phone.

matt🫀: 'can i come over???'

matt🫀: 'nvm im already On my way!'

matt🫀: 'bringing snacks btw, we should watch a movie if ur down'

matt🫀: 'was gonna ask what u wanted but u take centuries to reply soooo coke and kit-kats it is :)

"what?" you whispered, chuckling quietly at his texts.

no, you can't laugh. none of this was funny, and he knows that he's crossing your boundaries right now. why does he always do this?

you: you js keep gaining red flags every day, we're not playing capture the flag, ykw that right?🚩

matt🫀: we're always playing capture the flag, the only flags i collect r green tho!💋

he couldn't be serious. was he even real?

you: sassy man apocalypse has started yet again😱

matt🫀: you take the man out of the sassy apocalypse, not the sassy out the man🤷‍♀️

you: your the worst

matt🫀: you're*

your thumb hit the power button, and not even a minute later, the doorbell rung.

having forgotten about your laptop, you quickly jumped to your feet and ran to the door. a smile was plastered on your lips, and you couldn't seem to get rid of it.

why must you always fall for his tricks. he's such a dick.

"hey, darling," he smiled, his backpack hanging off one shoulder and a plastic grocery bag hanging off the other.

his pet name caught you off guard, and you swore your knees almost gave out. no man has ever made you as weak as matt has.

who does he think he is?

"hi, matt." you smiled, and he didn't hesitate when he leaned down to kiss you.

your hand went to his chest, pushing him back and moving your head to the side even if your hand kept him back.

he scoffed in fake offense, pulling away, "you're no fun, y'know?"

"i'm fully aware." you laughed before moving to the side to let him in.

he went straight to your room, having known your house so well since he had been living with you for a while before.

all doubtful thoughts were thrown out the window as you made your way to the bedroom. you caught matts eye as you made you walked in.

"c'mere," he smiled, gesturing you over with a wave of his hand, "what movie should we watch?"

you couldn't help but smile, almost forgetting all the prominent red flags that he had. he was the worst.

or maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought. maybe it was just you.

he was good for you. he kept you on your feet, kept you grounded.

"baby." he said, his voice breaking you out of your thoughts, "come here,"

matt smiled as he patted the empty spot next to him, and you wasted no time in getting on the bed and situating yourself beside him.

his hand grazes your thigh as he reaches over you for the remote, turning the TV on before scrolling through endless amounts of movies.

"superhero movie?" he asked quietly, looking over at you as you shook your head.

"wow, surprising." he joked, clicking through some more movies that didn't catch either of your eyes.

matt ditched the remote on what used to be his nightstand before he rolled over to face you.

his eyes were still that deep blue that you loved, and the smirk on his face didn't help as you tried to look away.

"i missed you," matt muttered, his voice soft as his fingers danced along the skin of your arm.

your breath hitched as his hand found the hem of your shirt and went under it, that stupid smirk on his face making it impossible for you to deny him.

"matt, we can't--"

"shh," his lips were dangerously close to yours now, and you didn't even want to question how he got so close to you in just a few seconds.

"there's not a rule that we can't, and we both know you need this. just let me relieve your stress, yeah?"

what the fuck is matthew sturniolos secret.

his hand traveled further up your shirt until it landed on your breast, and you couldn't help the gasp that escapes your lips as he squeezed it.

with his free hand, he propped himself on top of you, knees on either side of your body as he leaned down to your lips.

you couldn't resist him, not now that he was corrupting all your senses. all you knew was him now.

"no, matt." you muttered against his lips, your hand gentle against his chest as you tried but failed to push him away.

you couldn't do this anymore. it was killing you. he didn't want anything more than just a fuck-buddy and you both knew that.

so why was it so hard to push him away?

"matt," you gasped as you felt his lips on your neck, his smell intoxicating as your eyes fluttered shut.

no, you wouldn't do this anymore.

"matt, get off." your gentleness was gone now as you pushed him with real strength, he didn't give a single fuck about you, really.

the boy didn't hesitate to stop, quickly climbing off you before plopping right back next to you on the bed.

"shit, i'm sorry, baby." he muttered, real worry in his voice.

you shook your head, sitting up as you covered you face with your hands.

"please, just leave. we can't do this anymore. seriously." you sighed, tears pricking in your eyes.

"but--" matt tried, but you cut him off just as he was about to start begging.

"get out, matt." your hands went back to your sides, but you didn't dare look at him.

he would only reel you back in.

the boy sighed, frowning as he collected his stuff slowly.

he stopped when he reached the doorway of your bedroom, turning back to look at you, and this time you looked back.

"i do love you, y/n." he said quietly before leaving, shutting the door gently.

your lips parted as you took in the words that had just left his mouth.

no, it was a lie. it always was.

it wasn't true, right?

this was just another red flag to add to the list. all the lies he'd say.

fuck, he drives you crazy.

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[cottoncandytomu]

Just a little Abby Anderson Drabble hehe~

This is a fluffy little thing but as always my account is 18+ so no minors or ageless blogs please!!

I do not own these photos! Only edited them :)

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You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, the flames from the fire adorned her features making her shine bright in front of you. She stared into the cackling flames as she heated up the fresh rabbit you both just caught.

It didn’t take long for her to catch your eyes lingering on her just a little bit longer than normal. Her brows started to furrow as she questioned your stare.

“What… Is there something on my face?”

“You’re beautiful.” You blurted out.

You laughed loudly, embarrassed at how quickly that came out.

“Yeah, haha no- nothings on your face.” You quickly averted your eyes back to the fire.

Her eyes were wide, she didn’t expect that to come out of your mouth. You two had been close but in a friend way, not a relationship way. Plus you were aware of her past- well current issues with Owen. But it was just a compliment right? One she’s never really heard before…

You looked back up at her, the silence was too much. She looked as if she was deep in thought. You felt concerned, fuck did you say too much?

It came out before you could even think about it, "Has no one ever called you beautiful before?" You ask.

Her wide doe eyes flicked up to yours in an instant. She wasn't expecting you to ask that, yes she was thinking it but she didn't think you were too.

She decided to be honest, "No... never." She replies.

You felt the pinching of anger in your veins. She's been around Owen all this time and he's never said one thing about her beauty? How is that even possible? Every day you're with her all you can think about is how perfect she is in every way.

She feels vulnerable, her eyes cast down to the fire once more.

"People mainly call me anything but that. I'm not exactly the most delicate when it comes to anything really."

You chuckled and she looked back up at you in shock.

"Abby, you don't have to be delicate to be beautiful. Anyone can be beautiful and trust me, you are. A little too much sometimes..." You mumbled the last part hoping she didn't hear it.

But she did, it caused her to slightly smile. Your words affected her in a way she's not entirely used to. It felt good. Too good. She wanted to hear more. She felt a surge of confidence overcome her.

"Well what about me is so beautiful then?" She asks.

As if you couldn't get any hotter and the fire wasn't helping much either. You started to fiddle with your fingers and avoid eye contact as much as possible. She thought it was cute, how nervous you got just by the slightest question.

"Uhm- Uhh, How's that rabbit coming along?"

She roared with laughter at your question and decided to let you get away with it. She definitely planned on asking you again later in the night. For now she'll settle with the compliment you gave her. It wasn't often that she let herself get vulnerable with others but when it came to you she wouldn't mind feeling that way again.

"Almost done, don't worry it's cooking very beautifully~" She teased and you couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face soon after.

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Just a little drabble for my Abby sluts while I work on so much more! It's been a minute since I posted something and even though this is short I'm glad I was able to finish it! Anyways thank you Beauties~ for reading! Check out my other work while you're here! I got more gay shit coming so stay tuned!!

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[raccoonfallsharder]

an excerpt from Part Three Candied Apples. 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑

thievery in the garden.❤︎❤︎ ⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall masterlist | main masterlist

finally finished drafting the third (and final) part of ⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ (a meetgroot), currently clocking in at 37 pages and 17,251 words of teasing, smut, and sentimental nonsense. is any of it good? who knows? but i should be done editing it and have it posted sometime next month (you can check the monthly forecast on july 1 and i should have a semi-concrete posting date by then). in the meantime, to whet your appetite...

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2/3 parts | wip | word count: pending.

“All right, sweetheart,” he croons, his mouth still just a breath from your jaw, from the soft needy flesh of your throat. You feel yourself sway toward him, but he shifts at the same time you do: pulling back, keeping himself just a whisper out of your reach. “Go on. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about, so I know what you like when I put my hands all over you.”

“I — I think about a lot of different things,” you manage to choke out. Your eyes flicker: catching him in your periphery, then casting back out over the city and the sparkling of its lights. You can see your rooftop community garden from here, and the ropes of plasma orbs draped like glittering diamond necklaces over the rows of growing things. You concentrate on it. Your breath feels shallow and thin, lungs straining with the weight of your need. “Sometimes I — sometimes I think about you being rough with me.” Maybe you shouldn’t say that. Maybe you should ask for gentle, for light touches and sweet words, for something romantic and soft. You do like romantic and soft, sometimes. But right now you’re so desperate — for touch, for his touch — right now you’re so greedy and needy and wanting — that any softer fantasies turn instead into bruising hands and welts left by claws, and thrusts so hard that your teeth click together in your dreams.

Admitting it aloud, though? You’re not sure you’ve ever been so humiliated in your life. Your eyes flutter closed in a wince, and your thighs clench under your ruffled skirt.

“Oh, yeah?” The drawl of his voice is low and entertained. He tsks. “Just like I thought — gettin’ yourself into trouble here, and too shy to do anything about it. You’re gonna have to be more specifical than that, princess.”

You bite your lip and hazard a sideways glance at him. “What — how—”

“What’s it like when you think about me—” His voice drops, turning predatory. “—being all rough with you?” 

“I — I don’t know.” Your breath feels even more tattered and frayed. “You seem — strong. I think you could maybe — throw me around if you wanted to?” God. You press your fingertips back into your cheeks, giving up the charade of pretending to being anything but mortified. “I guess — I’m not really sure how that would work since I’m so much bigger than you?”

He tilts his face in closer to you — a whisper of his fur against the back of your fingers. “Oh, I think I can figure it out.” Each word is bitten around a sharp-toothed smile. “So tell me more, shy girl. In these damp little daydreams of yours, do I got you on all fours?”

You hiccuping a gasp, knees suddenly wobbling at the image that flashes to the forefront of your mind. “Uhm, sometimes,” you whisper. “Other times, uhm — on my back? With, uhm, my knees folded up against my chest?”

He makes a sound in your ear — a sort of low, rumbling clicking noise. The edges of his fur vibrate against you. “Uh-huh. That sounds nice to me, angel. A real nice little thing you’re just aching to give me.” 

You swallow. 

“Anything else, when I take you rough?” It’s a purr, you realize — a true purr. You hadn’t known a purr could sound so dangerous. “You like getting your ass slapped, angel?” The endearment sounds like a taunt, now. 

You lick your lips. “I — I’ve never tried it before, but…” You trail off, everything in you furling so tight you can’t get the words out.

“But you think about it,” he finishes with a grin — so smug, so self-satisfied and sharp that you can feel it cramping your abdomen. Your eyes are wide on him when you nod, before they swerve away — trying to retain some last scrap of self-preservation.

Still, you can hear him chuckle — can feel it, teasing against the skin that’s crying out for him.

“You open to us trying a little bit of that, then?” he rumbles against you, tilting his head and dipping his nose deeper into the space between your neck and your shoulder — like he wants to nuzzle in, but won’t. He’s taunting you — maybe taunting himself too — and he’s close enough that you can pick up on the scent of him: something like juniper, and something like blackberries. Leather — probably from his uniform — and something sharp and smoky. You breathe it in greedily — take it into your lungs like you’d plant a garden of it if you could.

“M’not interested in smacking your face around,” the Captain adds, “but I’d slap just about any other part of you if you let me.” He pulls back, and from the corner of your eye, you can see his tongue run over his teeth — like he’s imagining tasting the warmth of your skin after it’s been struck a few times. “I’d frickin’ love to see you bounce, sweetheart.”

Your breath stutters out of your lungs in a shaky stumble that you try to crush back. Your fingers clutch rigidly at the edge of the wall. “I’d be okay with that,” you manage to squeak out, trying to reign in the thump of your heart on your breastbone.

His hand snaps out, black skin on black shadows, and he grips the line of your chin and turns your face abruptly toward him. It’s sudden, and maybe a little scary — your heart and belly both tumble inside you and you choke on a gasp — but it’s also the first time he’s really touched you beyond his knuckles teasing under your sundress-strap, and the featherlight bracelet of his fingers on your wrist. You immediately melt into his grasp. Everything inside you leans into him, until you dazedly think that he’s holding you up, just by his fingertips kissing your face. He startles at the way you sink into his demanding grasp — then lets another pitying smirk curl the corner of his mouth. 

“Needy little Terran pet,” he muses, stroking his thumb just once, back and forth along your jaw. You struggle to hold back the little whimper wisping up over your ribs, and you think at first that you’re successful — but he must see your throat working, because he laughs again: softly, this time, but meanly. 

“Gotta say though, angel, I’m not interested in what you’re okay with.” 

For the first time, his voice drops from a quiet, mocking sort of laughter and into something closer to a growl. It sounds dangerous, but your body doesn’t seem to realize that — or maybe it doesn’t care. Your skin prickles deliciously: every muscle straining for him, every cell lighting up and begging. 

“M’only interested in what’s gonna make you wet. And what’s gonna make you whine for more.”

Your mouth pools with saliva and you have to swallow. “W-what about you?” you whisper, and your voice is as shivery as new leaves in a manufactured Knowhere breeze, trembling on the play of shadow and soft glow, filtering over the rooftops and glimmering between the branches of Groot’s trees. “What did — what do you think about? What do you like?”

The threat in his voice drops away, but you’d be a fool to think for a moment that he isn’t still a predator in his own right. The smirk grows wider: unrepentant and leering. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” he purrs. “I like to run my frickin’ mouth.”

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun. an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful.

based on a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting: The apartment she moved to has a beautiful, well-tended garden. After a while she finds out that her neighbor is the one tending to the plants and she decides to help him out one day.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall masterlist | main masterlist new! flower dividers & banners by @/saradika-graphics

[yxngbxkkie]

a new home (l.y.f)

good afternoon everyone! i hope you all are doing well. what do we think of skz new album?? cause i'm in love with it 😭 anyway, i finally finished this beautiful felix piece. it's pretty cute, and i can't wait to see what you all think! feedback is always appreciated 💖

I can't believe I'm in Korea. You think to yourself while looking out the plane window. You fumble with your fingers, feeling kind of nervous all of a sudden. I can't believe I'm seeing Felix again.

You worked with Bang Chan, Felix's friend who also lived in Australia, to organize the whole thing. It's been almost five years since you've seen your best friend. A part of you couldn't believe it's finally happening.

The plane touches down at the airport, and it takes almost ten minutes for you to actually leave. Your grip on your suitcase tightens every few seconds, feeling your stomach begin to flop.

After releasing a deep breath you begin your search for Chan. You smile under the face mask you're wearing before rushing over to the brunette.

"Chan!" You call out his name, watching his head swivel in your direction.

A smile graces his lips, raising his hand to wave. "Y/N, you're here!" He says while walking up to you. "I was a bit worried I was at the wrong gate."

You chuckle and nod your head. The two of you begin walking towards the exit when you speak. "Yeah, the pilot took forever to get us to the terminal," you inform him.

"How are you feeling, by the way?" Chan asks you, his brown eyes gazing down at you.

"I'm nervous," you truthfully mumble, letting out another deep breath. "It's been a long time since I've seen him. We hardly text anymore, but I understand that he's been busy with Stray Kids and whatnot."

Bang Chan rests a hand on your shoulder and squeezes gently. "If it makes you feel better, he never stops talking about you," he says with a small smirk. "Your name pops up in the majority of our conversations."

Your cheeks burn at the statement, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Really?" You ask in disbelief.

"Yes, absolutely."

You shift your gaze to the floor beneath your feet, a smile coming to your lips. "I can't wait to see him," you sigh, excited to feel his arms around you again.

"He's going to be very surprised," Chan laughs as the two of you walk out of the airport. "I do need to talk to you about something first."

You hum in response to him, waiting for him to continue as he places your luggage into the black colored sedan.

"We're filming something for the company at the moment, so, there will be camera's just about everywhere," he informs you, causing your heart to jump.

The two of you pile into the vehicle before Bang Chan begins to drive off. "Is that why you guys are here in Jeju?" You ask him, knowing that the group lives in Seoul.

"Yeah, and the fact that we haven't been able to go anywhere for two years," he nods his head. "I just wanted to let you know about it, in case you were uncomfortable."

"Thank you for the consideration. It means a lot to know beforehand for sure. Uhm, as long as they don't film me it's okay," you tell him, glancing towards him.

He nods his head while turning onto a different road. "They won't, and if they do I'll have them blur your face out in editing," Chan offers.

"Perfect."

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You and Bang Chan pull up to the house he and the seven other members are staying in before parking the vehicle. He unbuckles his seatbelt while opening the driver side door.

"Stay here for a moment," he mentions. You nod your head, and he swiftly shuts his door before running inside.

"This is crazy," you mutter to yourself while getting out of the vehicle. You quietly close the car door, not wanting to alert anyone else of your presence.

Bang Chan comes back outside and motions you to come closer. "Okay, so, three of our members haven't come back from fishing yet. Now's the perfect time to surprise him," he explains.

You nod your head and bounce on your toes, feeling more and more nervous. "Okay. Let's do this," you smile.

The brunette smiles and pats you on your shoulders. "Alright, come on."

You slip your shoes off after walking through the front door. You can hear a group of voices come from your left. Your fingers are linked together behind your back as Chan leads you through the fancy looking house.

"Felix, I brought something for you," he calls out to your best friend.

He replies to Chan in Korean, not understanding what exactly he said. It's been a few months since you've studied the language.

You follow Chan into the kitchen and your eyes instantly meet Felix's. Your breath catches in your throat at how pretty he's become. "Hey," you breathe out, shyly waving at him.

Felix's eyes widen and he stands up from his seat. "Y/N!?" He asks, stumbling towards you.

"It's me," you whisper as you begin to feel emotional. Tears pool in your eyes as Felix rushes over to you.

He wraps you up in his arms, his actions gaining the attention of the others. "Holy-" he cuts himself off and pulls back from you. His hands resting on the sides of your arms. "I can't believe you're standing in front of me."

"I can't believe it either," you giggle while gently gripping into the sweater he's wearing. "I've missed you."

Felix smiles cheerfully at you and brings you back into his chest. "Oh, I missed you, too. I'm sorry I haven't been around," he sighs into your ear, feeling his fingers gliding along your shoulder blades.

You nuzzle your face into his chest as your heart pounds. One of the other members starts to speak, causing you to pull back. Felix rests his hand on your lower back before turning towards the others.

"This is my best friend, Y/N. She lives in Australia," he introduces you to four of the members.

"Hello," the platinum blonde smiles shyly at you.

You return the smile and take a seat beside Felix. "That's I.N," he informs you before pointing towards the guy sitting across from the blonde. "His name is Changbin."

"Hi," you mumble, giving another shy wave.

He greets you in Korean, and your gaze moves to the person beside him. "And that's Lee Know," Felix mentions, bringing one of his hands to your thigh.

Lee Know bows his head slightly while greeting you. You scoot your chair closer to the table as the other members go back to the conversation they were having before you came in.

"Do you want anything to drink? Water, coffee?" Felix asks you, giving you his full attention.

You shake your head in reply, giving him a smile. "No, I'm okay. Thank you for asking though."

"Okay," he smiles and squeezes your thigh gently.

Bang Chan shifts his gaze between the two of you when an idea comes to him. "Felix, since she's going to be here for a few days, will it be alright if she shares a room with you?" He asks the dark-haired boy beside you.

Your heart skips a beat in your chest as you glance towards Chan. Wait, what?! You think to yourself. "Oh, y-yeah, that'll be fine," Felix stutters over his words.

"How about you show her where it is? She may be tired," Chan intervenes, his brown eyes glancing between the two of you.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," your best friend mumbles and turns his gaze to you. "Is your luggage inside?"

You nod your head. "It is, yeah. I left it in the living room," you tell him, and Felix stands up from his stool.

Bang Chan smirks at you once you meet his eye. He attempts to wiggle his eyebrows as you follow Felix out of the kitchen. Your cheeks blush, covering one of your cheeks with the palm of your hand.

"Are you going to be okay with sharing?" Felix's voice echoes off the walls, causing you to lift your head. "There's only one bed in my room. I can sleep on the couch if you want."

"Oh, it's fine. I mean, we used to have sleepovers when we were kids," you smile at him, reassuring his nerves.

His hands grab a hold of your suitcase as the two of you head towards the stairs. "Okay, great. It'll be like old times," Felix smiles back at you, carrying your suitcase up the steps.

You smile to yourself and continue following him to the room you'll be staying in. When you enter the bedroom, a light gasp escapes your lips. "This is the view?" You ask Felix as you slowly make your way towards the windows.

"Yeah, gorgeous, isn't it?"

"It really is," you mumble, taking in the breathtaking view.

Felix watches you with a smile on his lips. He subconsciously takes a step forward and slides his hands along your hips. He couldn't even begin to explain how it feels to be near you again.

You lean back against him, your heart fluttering in your chest. You've missed his touch. Felix rests his chin against your shoulder, the two of you staying silent.

"I'm really glad you're here," he whispers, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Your gaze shifts towards him, bringing one of your hands to his head. You comb your fingers through his dark hair, humming in agreement.

"You should move to Korea."

Your breath hitches in your throat and you turn to face him. "Are you serious?" You ask him with wide eyes.

Felix becomes a bit shy, diverting his gaze towards the window. "I mean, yeah. I know moving to a different country can be scary, but you have me," he explains.

"You're actually serious," you whisper to yourself, hoping he didn't hear you.

Your best friend laughs, bringing both of his hands to your face. "Of course I am, silly. I can't go back to Australia any time I want, so, having you move here would be a simple solution. That way we can see each other more often," he smiles at you, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. "I can't go another five years without seeing you in person."

"I can't either," you sigh, leaning into his touch. A sudden laugh leaves your lips as you consider the idea. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but, I'll move here."

Felix's eyes widen at your words, feeling your hands wrapping around his wrists. "Yeah?!" His dark brown eyes light up, growing excited.

A chuckle leaves your lips, nodding your head. "I'll have to look at apartments while I'm here," you mention while moving to sit on the queen-sized bed.

"If you need any help let me know," he says with a smile, sitting beside you.

"Are you going to be my Korean teacher? 'Cause I'm going to be very lost," you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder.

Felix laughs along with you, taking your hand in his again. You look at him through your lashes, noticing his gaze fixated on your hand. "Of course I'll teach you," he mumbles while playing with your fingers.

-

5 Months Later…

You rush towards your apartment building, doing your best not to run into anyone. You greet the doorman outside your building before skipping up the six steps. 

It takes two minutes for you to get onto the fourth floor, almost sprinting out of the elevator. You apologize to the couple you almost mowed over, adjusting the bag on your shoulder.

You reach into your large bag, trying to find your keys. "Oh come on," you huff, managing to find them under your wallet. You go to unlock the door when you find it already unlocked.

Your heart pounds against your chest as you slowly open it, peeking your head inside to see someone sitting on your couch.

"Felix?!" You softly call out your best friend's name, watching the brunette swiftly turn to face you. You place a hand over your mouth before running inside, slamming the door shut behind you. "Felix!"

You discard your bag and jacket as Felix pushes himself off of the couch. His arms wrap around you, and yours circle around his neck. He spins you in his arms as your fingers run through his hair.

A few weeks after you officially moved into your apartment in Seoul, Felix and the other seven members had to go to Japan and a few other countries for events. Which happened to last for three months.

"I'm so glad you're back," you mumble into the nape of his neck, inhaling the faint smell of cologne he's wearing.

Felix hums in agreement, his grip on you tightening. "I missed you," he whispers into your ear.

He sets you down before pulling back, his hands resting on your hips. "Do you want to stay over?" You ask him, pushing some of his hair back.

"Yeah, I planned on it actually," he chuckles, his cheeks blushing.

"Great," you whisper, smiling widely. Your fingers gently stroke his flushed cheek, your affection for him growing.

The two of you stare at one another and Felix leans into your touch. "You're so beautiful," he mumbles loud enough for you to hear, not being able to take the tension anymore.

"Am I?" You laugh, a blush coming to your cheeks.

He nods his head, bringing his hands to your face. "Extremely," Felix confirms while slowly leaning in.

Your heart sits in your throat and your eyes slowly flutter shut. A light gasp comes from you when his lips brush yours. "Is this really happening?" You ask in a whisper, hoping that you're not dreaming.

Felix let's out a breathy laugh, nudging your nose with his. "This is really happening," he hums, feeling his thumb stroke your cheek. "I love you."

"I love you," you smile, your heart swelling in your chest.

He leans forward again, capturing your lips with his. You move your arm, wrapping it around his neck as he presses your body against his.

After Felix pulls away from you, he presses a light kiss on your forehead. Your fingers mess with the hairs that sit on the base of his neck, a deep breath coming through your nose.

"I never thought that I'd be able to call you mine," you chuckle, moving your hands to his shoulders.

"I felt the same way," Felix laughs while tucking some hair behind your ear. "We're going to be home for about a month. I would like to take you out when you're free."

You grin ear to ear and nod your head in agreement. "I'd love that," you tell him before kissing him quickly. "But, for now, can we cuddle?"

Felix groans and tightens his grip on your hips. "I thought you'd never ask."

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m pt. 6

this one and pt. 7 are gonna be shorter and again sfw and mostly just for the story but what can i say, im a plot girly. but i promise pt. 8+9 are almost finished just need a little editing and things will start to get heated again soon

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you wake up in your bed..alone. not surprised but slightly disappointed as much as you wish you weren’t. still mostly relieved at not having to talk about what happened last night. thinking about him seeing that made you want to crawl into your own skin. maybe you’d get lucky and you could never talk about it again. 

but when you walk into the kitchen on your small island you find a note nestled under a mug next to a hot pot of water. 

Cariño, 

       wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, had to head into work. take the day if you need it, but if you feel up to it please stop by my office so we can talk. I’ll be there until 10. 

Made peppermint tea just in case. 

So many things about this note made your head spin all over again. the pet name. which he’s used jokingly for years but recently much more frequently and much less jokingly. The tea, peppermint was perfect for anxiety and you always drank it when you felt on edge… and he made it without being asked or told. the fact he even left a note. But one word stuck out more than the others. 

talk. 

instead of butterflies it filled your stomach with pit vipers trying to force their way out through the walls.

you knew you’d be late but you’d never let yourself  stay home after an episode before you weren’t doing so today. 

when you got to work you were glad you opted for the tea. every sip soothed your stomach. until.. you saw him. suddenly it was doing somersaults again. He was talking to a random spider person you didn’t recognize, looking very serious as always. As soon as you saw him, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the nearest hallway. 

Too late. 

“Y/N!”

you hear him call after you but you pretend not to hear and duck into the bathrooms. Now you’re just feeling straight up nauseas. You hear him walk by but he doesn’t call for you again. you wait a couple minutes until you’re sure he’s gone and until you don’t feel like puking your guts out before sneaking   back to your lab. 

you’re in the back room, which on the outside is labeled as the door to the supply closet, so no one knocks when you’re back there, they wouldn’t think to. Except him. 

So when you hear a knock on the door you panic a little. 

You try to play it cool. 

“I’m busy O’hara come back later.”

you hear him sigh. 

“Cariño.. i just need a moment”

you brace yourself before opening the door. you peek past him making sure the main door of your lab are closed 

“don’t call me that. not here”

he seems slightly taken aback but not entirely surprised. 

he leans against the doorway. 

“I don’t want to take up too much time, I just haven’t been able to get a word with you today.”

“yeah sorry uhm really super busy, 

(not a complete lie) 

im getting close to a new formula for your injections so”

“ah i see”

he pauses for a beat 

“did you see the note?”

“uhhh yes i.. did”

“No pressure just when you have a minute.. i was hoping to check on you”

“right no yeah uhm actually you can’t”

“oh..”

“no no uh i can’t i… have to go home early”

“I could always meet you tomorrow”

“No not my apartment, uhm home home… tomorrow is my nephews birthday. I promised him i’d be there in the morning when he wakes up. so i’m leaving tonight as soon as i leave here”

“i see, when will you be back?”

“monday night” 

“hm. and… you’re feeling?”

“fine. i’m fine thanks”

your face is burning. you felt so small thinking about all the things he must be thinking about you right now 

“well uh have fun, tell el chico spider-man says feliz cumpleaños.”

a frown passes over your face you can tell he’s trying to figure out what he said wrong 

“uh yeah i will do that”

he goes to leave but turns back. 

“when you’re back.. we’ll talk?”

you just try to push down the feelings in your chest. 

you nod. 

you can tell he doesn’t really believe you but he nods and walks out. after he closes the door your shoulders drop.  

it felt so weird. you’d never seen him like this. gentleness with no mocking or taunting behind it, concerned, his words seemed tender and restrained. it was kind of scaring you. you hated that he saw what happened last night.. but the way he handled it, was like he knew exactly what you needed. even so you dreaded this conversation and you were more than glad to get away for the weekend. plus you got to see your best friend in any universe and your two favorite boys. 

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Uhm… maybe write some nice Bramth (Bram + Seth) if you feel like it…? I think there needs to be more stuff about those four together… Thanks for reading and have a nice day / night…!

Ooo, I’ll give it a shot! Take some Canon Divergence Snippets!

I. Really didn’t need to make this as extensive as it is but the words just kept going.

Tags: Blood, Guns (Only Implied), Canon-Typical Behavior, Memory Loss, Gunshot Wounds (Not graphic), Hurt/Comfort (Emphasis on Comfort in this one), Canon Divergence With A Happy Ending, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Bad Self-Care, Fluff, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, and Kissing. (Tell me if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 6k (Yeah, I don't know how that happened. It just did)

— —

Jay Merrick calls him out of the blue, asking to do an interview of all things. That’s the first sign Seth has that something is off.

He’s trying to finish Alex’s film for him, he claims. He has a lot of questions about Marble Hornets— a lot of things that Seth has not thought about in a long time.

“You helped Alex with a lot of editing, right?” Jay asks. He’s fidgeting with the pen in his hand, writing down things on a notebook he pointedly keeps out of Seth’s sight. Seth nods, trying to piece together what he’s missing. It feels like Jay isn’t telling him something but he can’t place what. “Did you ever notice anything weird?”

“Weird?” Seth echoes, eyebrows furrowing. “Weird how?”

“Just uh, visual tearing, audio distortions— stuff like that.”

A frown forms on his lips. Jay seems so visibly nervous about the whole thing. He’s not sure why— true, they weren’t as thick as thieves back during shooting but they were friends (are friends?). Seth doesn’t think he’s done anything to make Jay uncomfortable. He hopes he hasn’t at least.

Something isn’t right. It nags at him in a way he can’t explain. Seth tries not to let it show.

“Yeah, that happened a lot.” He says at last. His fingers tap idly on the table. “I couldn’t figure out what was up with it. The cameras would work fine one moment and the next, something would go wrong. It was weird— I took apart one of the cameras just to try and find something wrong with it but it was fine. Never stopped bothering me though.”

Jay writes something in his notebook. Seth tries to guess what he’s writing but Jay asks another question soon after, distracting him before he can. “And— was there ever anyone who shouldn’t have been there in the shot?”

Seth huffs. “All the time.” They shot in public plenty of times. Alex was a nightmare when they had to stop for other people. It was like he was always in a rush to finish— but Seth was in that class too. They were a little ahead of most groups even. He could never wrap his head around why Alex was so antsy about it.

“Anyone specific?” Jay presses. There’s something almost intense about his gaze— like Seth has something he wants. “Like— I dunno, a guy in a business suit?”

The nagging feeling gets more prominent than ever. Seth takes a silent breath in order to fight the sudden anxiety that hits him and says as steadily as he can, “You know, I can’t quiet remember?”

Seth hasn’t thought about the Summer of 2006 in a long time. Everything and everyone involved in those few months— he couldn’t explain it. The moment he would think about calling up Sarah so they could vent about their days or heading over to Brian’s place for some company, it was like there was a barrier there. Terror and uncertainty kept him from seeking out anyone, and eventually, Seth let it all fade into obscurity and couldn’t remember why he let that happen.

Now… Now he thinks he knows why. Not all the details, not all the answers, but enough to tell him that something is deeply wrong.

And Jay probably knows it. He’s just not saying anything about it.

Seth knew he had been lying about something; Jay was never a particularly good liar. He just needs to put the rest of the pieces together.

Jay asks a few more questions, getting a few locations out of him and ultimately ending off their little interview by telling him to contact him if he remembers anything else.

Seth keeps his realization to himself for now and just smiles and makes a false promise that he will.

—

All it takes is a quick search to find it. All Seth has to do is look up ‘Marble Hornets’ and he’s immediately met with a YouTube Channel. Jay’s YouTube Channel.

The entries make him feel sick but they provide answers. He remembers— editing videos and seeing a figure appear again and again. He used to skip over it but soon enough, it began to haunt him, both in and out of the tapes. He remembers, but not how it ended. Not how he got here.

He clings to the newfound information and can’t help but feel alone in a world that has gotten much bigger than before.

But then he remembers that he’s not. And there’s another video of an interview on Jay’s channel that sparks Seth’s attention.

It’s how he ends up at Tim’s house, trying not to shake apart from pure adrenaline, with Tim staring at him like he doesn’t know where to go from here.

Seth gives the best smile he has in him. “Long time, no see?” He greets him weakly. “Listen, I— I have to show you something. Because if you’re anything like me, you probably just had the most off putting interview of your life and— I have answers as to why.”

Tim lets him in. They watch the entries together and by the end of it, Tim looks like he’s seen a ghost and is one strong yank away from tugging a good chunk of his hair out.

“What the hell?” Tim manages, his voice hoarse and scratchy. Seth can’t help but feel a little responsible but he can’t be kept in the dark. He should know too.

“Yeah, that was about my reaction too.” Seth tells him. He hopes he’s coming across as sympathetic but watching the entries a second time did not put him any less on edge. “You don’t have to follow me or do anything with this information at all but— I was planning on confronting Jay directly about it. You could come with me if you want answers.”

Tim swallows thickly. He doesn’t meet his gaze but after a long moment says, “I need to think.”

Seth leaves but not without giving him his number so they can stay in touch. He doesn’t want to do this alone but he doesn’t want to drag Tim into this either. Ultimately, it’s up to him.

But three days later, Seth gets a call and a confirmation that Tim wants to confront Jay with him. His chest feels a little lighter for it.

—

They confront Jay. After cutting through a few bad lies, Jay finally comes clean. They talk about the entries, what they remember, but then Jay shows them another YouTube Channel. One that’s been replying to him.

Seth is immediately entranced by it.

Puzzles, codes, and cryptology has always been a hobby of his that he enjoys immensely. ToTheArk, whoever they are, fills their videos with hidden messages and meanings and while he can’t deny its eerie, he also loves every bit of it. Ironically, it makes more sense to him than anything else.

Some are easier than others, but solving the codes give him something to do. Especially when he’s trying not to think about other things.

“This first one is pretty simple, you just correlate the number of slashes to the letter in the alphabet it represents. The message comes out to be ‘Look Closely’ which— is pretty vague but I get the idea behind it.” Seth rambles, ignoring the way Tim is staring at him with concern. “Second one is easy too. Take every capitalized letter and you get ‘Listen’. This third one was a little harder but I played around with the audio—”

“Seth?” Tim interrupts, eyebrows furrowing together. “Have you been at this all day? Because I left like eight hours ago and you’re in the same place that I left you. Have you done anything else?”

“Well—” Seth pauses. “I got up to use the bathroom.”

Tim sighs. “I’ll see what Jay’s got in his kitchen then. Speaking of, any idea where he is?” Seth shakes his head. “Jesus. He better not have gone to Brian’s house again.”

Seth swallows down a lump in his throat, gaze dropping to his computer again. He can feel Tim’s gaze burn into him before he says, “One second.” And disappears into Jay’s kitchen.

It wasn’t a planned thing for them to all temporarily live in Jay’s apartment. But Tim lives out of town and was only visiting for personal reasons so it was better than him spending more money on a hotel, and Seth felt like he was being watched at home and took to safety in numbers. None of them were used to living around other people so there were a few adjustments but there weren’t a whole lot of options at this point.

Seth can’t deny it’s nice being around his old friends. He just wishes it were under better circumstances.

Tim returns a couple minutes later. “Gonna make some pasta for all of us.” He tells Seth when he settles down beside him. “Nothing fancy but still good. Now— is this about Brian?”

The lump in his throat is back again. Seth runs a hand through his hair, swallowing it back down again. “His place was trashed, Tim.” Seth murmurs. “Jay found a bullet casing and a lot of blood in the sink. The outlook isn’t great.”

Tim looks away. There’s a haunted look in his eyes when he says, “I know. Believe me, I know. I’m holding onto hope that he’s okay but— fuck, I don’t know. But— we have to keep going. No matter what, we can’t fall apart, alright? So I know you’re the code breaking expert here but you gotta take care of yourself too.”

Seth rolls his eyes. “Says the guy who smokes regularly.”

“It’s a bad habit.” Tim winces but agrees. “I’ll… I’ll work on it if you promise to work on this. Sound fair?”

Seth nods after a beat. The bitterness drains out of him slowly. “Fair. Sorry, I don’t mean to come after you. I just get lost in this stuff sometimes.”

Tim holds up his hands. “No judgement here. I’m no stranger to losing time either. We just gotta help each other from here on out if we’re gonna do this.” A frown tugs at his lips. “Speaking of, you mind calling Jay while I cook? We should probably know where everyone is.”

Seth tells him he’ll take care of it and Tim returns to the kitchen. He calls Jay but the phone rings out with no answer. He calls again after ten minutes. Then after the pasta is done. Then at various other times as it shifts from evening to night, and not once does Jay so much as shoot a text in response.

The pasta grows cold. Seth and Tim try not to worry too much— Jay can take care of himself, can’t he?

At 6:58 in the morning, Seth finally gets a call back. He fumbles for his phone when it wakes him up but sobers up quickly when he sees the contact on the screen.

“Jay?” Seth asks when he finally answers.

“Hey, um…” Jay says. He’s out of breath and it takes him a minute to respond. “I uh, I just woke up in my car on the side of the road. I don’t know where I am— or how I got here. I… I think I need help?”

Seth is on his feet and grabbing his keys in an instant. “I’m getting Tim up. Tell me your surroundings, we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

—

Jay has his head in his hands by the time he’s finished. He keeps a steady tone but there’s a layer of panic in his eyes that betrays it.

Seth doesn’t blame him. They might’ve warned Jay about going back to Brian’s house, even in the daylight and even if there might’ve been something important there, but he wouldn’t expect anything like Jay described.

“So the house was— jumbled?” Tim repeats slowly. “Like you kept entering rooms you didn’t go into. And there was someone else there?”

Jay nods, swallowing thickly. “Yeah. Yeah, he was uh— he was wearing like a mustard yellow hoodie and had this mask covering his whole face. Red frowning face was on it. I don’t know what his deal was and uh, didn’t see much of him once it— teleported me? I don’t know how it happened but it took me to this basement or something. There were blood on some of the rocks there— it’s all on the tape.”

Jay gestures to his camera, now in Seth’s hands. Seth eyes it, taking the tape out to watch later. Jay probably doesn’t need any more reminders though.

In fact, Seth thinks maybe Jay needs to get home more than anything.

Handing Tim his keys, Seth motions for Jay to give him his. “Let’s get you out of here.” He tells him. “We can do this back at your place.”

Nobody argues. Seth has Tim lead, glancing at Jay every so often to check on him. He just stares vacantly out the window though, eventually causing Seth to clear his throat. “I don’t know what’s going on exactly.” Seth admits. “But you’re not alone in this. So next time— take one of us, alright?”

“It might not make a difference.” Jay mumbles, still not looking at him. “Maybe you’ll just wake up in my car in the middle of nowhere too.”

“Better than doing it alone.” Seth tells him. “And hey, I don’t know about Tim but I’m willing to look through some of the tapes if it means you get a break. A lot of them are a whole lot of nothing, aren’t they? I’ll just tell you if anything interesting happens.”

Jay noticeably hesitates but nods slightly in the end. “Okay.” He says. He doesn’t quite smile but there’s a lighter look in his eyes. “Thanks— it’ll go a lot faster with more people.”

Seth shrugs. “Something weird is going on and it involves us as much as you so— it’s no problem. We’ll figure it out, one way or another.”

—

Most of the tapes are, predictably, dull. Alex recorded a lot of his day to day life, especially while he was sleeping. Seth feels a little odd for seeing it all but he skims for anything interesting as best he can.

One tape however, catches his eye, but not for any reason it would for Jay. Rather, it’s a cast recording. He can hear himself behind the camera, making sure it’s all recording properly but never turning it off— definitely halfway through the summer then. Alex got on his case so much for it that Seth learned to just hit record and keep going, even during breaks.

During one such break, everyone is off camera except for Tim and Seth himself. Both are eating lunch— Seth brought takeout while Tim has a sandwich of some kind. They’re talking while they eat, laughing at a few jokes, nudging each other playfully. Seth feels his body completely relax watching it. He missed this— he doesn’t know how he lived without it.

He doesn’t know how he forgot being such good friends with everyone either. Watching it now he’s reminded but before, the only people that stuck out were Sarah and Brian. He thought they were the only ones but clearly he was wrong. At the very least, he had fun with Tim too.

One joke he can’t quite hear in the tape has Seth laughing so hard that he nearly topples over but Tim grabs him before he falls off the bench. In the video, Seth is still laughing as he seems to subconsciously lean closer for support but he trails off when suddenly, something seems to hit him. He’s close to Tim— very close, and he watches as Tim and himself in the video visibly realize this, causing them to stare at each other.

The stare lasts a minute, then slowly, Seth watches him bring a hand up, curl it around Tim’s neck, and gently bring his face closer until there’s no room left and they’re kissing.

Seth pauses the video. Stares at the freeze frame.

He doesn’t remember this. He doesn’t think he would’ve forgotten as something as important as kissing a guy in the cast. In fact, Seth knows for sure he kissed Brian once or twice, remembering it vividly. But Tim? He doesn’t remember that.

But the tapes don’t lie. And there’s no way something like that could’ve been edited.

Seth carefully removes the tape and keeps it separate from the rest. He needs to process this before he brings it up to anyone else— Tim especially. He’s always found him attractive, true, and he knows their whole friend group is polyamorous so it’s not like the fact that he definitely has some lingering feelings for Brian is as big of a deal but…

Seth needs to know where he stands first before he brings it up.

(Though, he can’t help but wonder how it felt to kiss Tim the first time.)

—

Jay starts recording everything. Seth can tell Tim isn’t a big fan of the camera being a constant now but they both know he’s on edge, so once it becomes clear that Jay isn’t willing to stop, they don’t bring it up.

But Seth starts finding excuses to drag Jay away from the tapes when he can. Not that he’s much better whenever ToTheArk has another cipher for him to solve, but Jay and Tim return the favor when they can.

Tim starts talking about needing to head back home for work soon. Seth isn’t really sure if they’ll all head up there or if they’ll meet up with Tim again later but they’ll work it out somehow, that much is clear.

—

There’s a tape at the red tower. Seth is in it. He doesn’t remember any of the events on it either.

He doesn’t know why he and Alex are in an abandoned building at night and he sure as hell doesn’t know what happened to him that makes Alex say that he’s ‘Gone’, whatever that means.

What he does know is that it bothers him. Everything about it makes him feel sick in a way he can’t explain. It makes him feel wrong— like he’s seeing something he shouldn’t.

Seth stares at the screen long after the tapes stop. A hand on his shoulder makes him jump, to which Jay murmurs an apology. Seth lets out a breath and tells him it’s alright.

“You okay?” Jay asks, then winces. “Actually— ignore that, you’re probably not. I uh… Do you want a hug or..?”

Seth thinks about that. Then turns and nods. A little awkwardly, Jay pulls him in for a hug. It’s not the best, but the sentiment makes up for everything else about it. It’s only for a few moments before Seth pulls away but he does feel a bit better for it.

He doesn’t know what happened to him on the tape, but they’ll figure it out. Jay won’t stop now at the very least, and Seth is right behind him.

—

Everything changes over the course of three days.

On the first day, Jay’s YouTube Channel gets hacked. A single video is uploaded— an eerie one, clearly from ToTheArk, stating that they will no longer wait for them, and how they will lead them ‘to the ark’. The figure appears in it— the one in the hoodie with the frowning, cloth mask, and it sends chills down Seth’s spine.

It’s enough to spur them into packing up and spending the night somewhere else. And thank god for it because on the second day, Jay’s house is set on fire and it’s all over the news.

Jay got all his important things out but it’s no less harrowing to see. All three of them are shocked by the turn of events and carefully, they come to a conclusion about their next steps.

On the third day, they pack up and Tim leads the way as they had out of town and miles away to Tim’s place instead. They take a few detours in order to make sure they aren’t followed but in the end, Tim helps them settle in to his place.

The next few days are quiet. Tim goes back to work, Seth pokes around to see if there are any job opportunities for him and Jay, and Jay copes with the loss of his house.

At the end of the week, Jay tells them quietly that he thinks it might be better if they stop investigating. Both Seth and Tim find themselves agreeing.

—

A tape arrives at their doorstep around a week later.

—

The sound of the TV static going haywire wakes Seth up. He can’t see very well through the thick darkness but he fumbles around for a remote until he finds one and swiftly turns it off. A sigh of relief escapes him once he does and Seth rolls over, right back into the warm arms he had been cuddled up with before.

Then he stops. Backtracks. Sits up and squints through the darkness, causing the other person in the bed to stir.

It’s hard to make out but he thinks it’s— Jay? Seth blinks, trying to take in his surroundings but— this doesn’t look like Tim’s place at all. There are two large beds— one with Jay and the other with another sleeping figure passed out on the bed that he’s pretty sure is Tim.

Seth eyes what he can through the dark but gets up and heads for the curtains covering the window in the end. One look outside has his heart sinking.

“Hey. Hey! Tim, Jay, wake up!”

It doesn’t take very long. Both stir, then quickly snap to attention when confusion takes hold. Seth pulls back the curtains slowly enough that they don’t flinch too badly at the sudden light and asks, “Anyone have any idea where we are? Because I don’t remember a thing.”

Evidently, neither of the other two do either. And the situation only gets worse when one look at the date has them all realizing that the last memories they have were from seven months ago.

It’s enough to send them into a collective panic and scramble to figure it all out.

They don’t know the hotel they’re in. They don’t know how they got here or why they have a safe they can’t get into or any idea of what happened in the past seven months. They also don’t know why the only other person checked in is right next to them.

Jessica Locke. The name is familiar but Seth can’t place it. None of them can.

Jay makes a shitty lie about hotels when she sees them carrying around a camera. Seth hates that this is the lie they’re going with but gives a strained smile and ‘Mmhmm’ right alongside with him.

The lie falls apart pretty quickly but for the better. Jessica has been having the same problems they have. They make a plan to leave and figure it out together.

Then the Hooded Guy shows up, Alex not too far behind, and all hell breaks loose.

—

Seth and Tim wake up in the middle of the woods. There are about a dozen missed calls from Jay on Seth’s phone but unfortunately, it dies before he can think about so much as shooting a text to him.

Seth has a few scrapes here and there but he’s okay. Tim on the other hand has a bullet wound in his leg. It seems to have been haphazardly patched up already but Seth has him sling an arm around his shoulder for support as they slowly make their way out.

A little ways in, Tim mumbles out, “Rosswood. We’re in Rosswood Park.”

Seth pauses. “You recognize it?”

Tim nods. “Came here when I was a kid a lot. I think I know the way out but I might be wrong.”

“Better than nothing. Tell me where to go, I’ll get us there.”

It takes a while but they make their way out to the parking lot. There’s no car in sight because of course it couldn’t be that easy. Seth does manage to find a payphone however and sits Tim down in order to dial Jay’s number. Though, as the phone rings, he swears he sees a figure in the treeline. Not tall enough to be that thing that follows Alex, but a person. But Jay picks up soon after, Seth takes that as priority over it, and once he’s done talking and hanging up, the figure is gone.

“Jay’s okay. He woke up a little while away in his car, no major injuries. He doesn’t know where Jessica is either but hopefully she’s safer than we are right now. He has all the tapes and stuff we got from the safe too.” Seth sits down next to Tim, sighing. “Maybe it can get us some answers as to why we’re in this whole mess.”

Tim nods but his face is pinched. Seth gives him a sympathetic look. “Jay has the ibuprofen. It’ll help but it’ll take him a while to get here.”

“I’ll last until then.” Tim tells him, like he’s reassuring him. “Don’t worry.”

Seth scoffs. “You got shot in the leg, I think I’m allowed to worry, Tim.”

“Well— if Alex were around here, he probably would’ve made himself known by now so we’ll probably be fine for now.”

It takes Seth a minute to decipher his words. His scowl only deepens when he does. “Tim.” He says, lower than he means to. “I don’t give a flying fuck about Alex right now. I’m worried about you. Nothing else.”

“I told you, I’ll be fine.” Tim waves his hand dismissively.

“I disagree so when we get a chance to rest, you’re staying off that leg. For a long time.”

“I have work, we still need—”

“I’ll work.” Seth shuts him down. “We’ll get you crutches. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Tim opens his mouth, thinks better of it, and snaps it shut. “Alright.” He murmurs. “We’ll figure it out.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Seth agrees.

—

They divide the tapes and the hard drive among them. There’s quite a bit of footage, especially seeing as not only do they have some from Alex’s chest mounted camera, now in their possession, but they acquired a second handheld one at some point.

Apparently the second one was for Tim and Seth’s own use, though Seth finds himself using it more on the tapes.

There are still some mundane things they catch seeing as they were still recording everything, but there’s plenty of interesting things as well. Apparently Alex wanted their help in finding Amy but there also seems to be an awful lot of Alex ignoring their attempts at contacting him.

There’s also a lot more of the Hooded Guy. None of them seem to know what to make of him.

One tape catches Seth’s eye however. It’s one of him, visiting Rosswood alone at night. Why the hell he would do such a thing isn’t clear until he seems to be calling out for someone. And soon enough, he catches movement and runs towards it, putting him in a wild chase for the Hooded Guy.

The Hooded Guy outlasts him and Seth slows down in the video when he runs out of breath but he manages to shout between breaths. “I— I think I know who you are but— I need to be sure! Please— are you him? I have to know, I can’t— I can’t get my hopes up.”

The Hooded Guy does appear on video again. Something about his body language screams curious, but a little static shows up in the video and abruptly, the Hooded Guy tenses up and rushes forward to grab Seth by the wrist and pull him away from the danger. The tape ends soon after, telling Seth nothing as to what he was talking about in the tape, or what happened after.

He shows it to Tim and Jay, telling them to keep an eye out in case it gets mentioned again.

Unfortunately, the loss of the seven months also means Seth has no idea who he thought the Hooded Guy was, and more importantly, whether or not he was right.

—

It’s a cliche. One straight out of a cheesy romcom they might’ve watched once during a Marble Hornets Cast Movie Night.

They move around from motel to motel to make sure they’re not being followed. One of the motel is fully booked, save for one room, that only has one bed. A pretty big one too.

They’re all too tired to think about anything else other than sharing it.

It’s a cliche, Seth thinks, but cliches are overused for a reason. And with Tim’s arm sling around him on one side, warm and comforting, and Jay so close that he’s fitting together like he was born to one day sleep in Seth’s arms, Seth knows it’s a cliche because it’s a damn good one.

—

It’s a gradual thing. Knuckles brushing up against knuckles. Gentle hands combing through their hair as they give each other haircuts because it’s cheaper. Sharing meals at a restaurant.

It turns into holding hands and not just because it’s cold out but because it’s a comfort. It turns into all of them sharing a bed because they all sleep better when they do. It turns into longing looks, lingering touches, and wondering if it’s mutual.

And after a certain point, Seth can’t stand the way they look at him and not doing anything about it so he fishes out a few tapes from his belongings and shows it to them.

Because there wasn’t just one. There were a couple, telling Seth it wasn’t just him and Tim and it sure as hell wasn’t just a one time thing.

And by the end of it, the tension is so thick that Seth says to hell with it and kisses Tim. Then Jay. Then they’re kissing each other and they’re both kissing him at once and Seth thinks he should’ve done this ages ago.

—

ToTheArk starts being active again. Seth takes a little time to decipher some of the videos, telling Jay and Tim the messages so they can figure it all out together.

One particular code has Seth stopping. It’s different than the others— it’s not an existing cipher, or at least, Seth thinks, not an official one. But it looks familiar. Achingly familiar.

Seth tries a different cipher— one he knows from memory. Slowly, he decodes the message, and is shocked when it works. The actual message is glossed over as Seth’s heart pounds through his chest at the realization.

“Seth?” Tim asks, frowning. “What is it? What are they saying?”

“I…” Seth swallows. “It’s not the message. It’s the code.”

“The code?” Jay prompts, looking up from his camera.

“It’s made up.” Seth explains. “I— we made it up. It was for our Cryptology class, we had to make our own code and then we just kept it around because it was fun— like a secret language— and—”

His heart leaps in his throat. Seth stands up, getting wary looks from the other two.

“There are only two people who know that code enough to use it.” Seth tells them slowly, hardly able to believe it. “I know it and… And Brian knows it. Because I made it with him. Because we took that stupid class together and had fun while doing it.”

“Wait.” Jay’s eyes blow wide.

“Are you saying..?” Tim’s mouth drops open.

“Brian is alive.” Seth says, and can barely believe it himself. “Brian is alive and he’s that Hooded Guy.”

—

They track him down to Rosswood. It’s a big park and a confusing one but they’re determined and on a mission so together, they comb through the park, searching in every nook and cranny.

It takes most of the day but eventually, they stumble across an abandoned house deep within. Rubble and dirt cover the floor and there’s only a single broken mattress in one of the rooms.

The Hooded Guy is there too. He startles badly when they find him, backing up like he’s ready to go out the nearest window should they prove to be a threat. But he’s not gone yet, which means there’s a chance.

“Brian.” Tim says, and the Hooded Guy goes still.

“We know it’s you.” Seth tells him. The Hooded Guy doesn’t so much as twitch. “I don’t know if you realized what you were doing but you used our cipher. You’re the only other person who knows that, Bri.”

“We want to talk.” Jay says. “We want to help.”

“But you got to come home with us first.” Tim finishes, and holds his hand out for Brian to take. “Let us help. You shouldn’t be on your own like this.”

For a long minute, nothing happens. But slowly, carefully, the Hooded Guy— Brian— steps forward. He closes the distance, taking Tim’s hand, and Tim immediately pulls him in for a bear hug.

Brian stiffens but eases a little a moment later. Jay and Seth are quick to join, giving hugs of their own.

He isn’t dead. That’s all that matters at that moment. Brian Thomas isn’t dead and they can worry about everything else later.

—

One shower and a warm meal later, and Brian is talking. Quietly and scratchy, but if it bothers him, he gives no indication of it.

“The Operator spreads the disease to one person, then that one person unknowingly passes it to others. Alex learned this and took it to mean if you kill all the infected, it stops the sickness from spreading further.” Brian’s eyes narrow. “But it would only stop it temporarily. The Operator would just start over again— we’re almost certainly not the first.”

“So that’s why Alex went after all of us?” Jay asks.

“It’s why he does now. I’m not sure if that’s why he was doing it the first time. He acts differently than before. Either way, he needs to be stopped.”

“And— has he..?” Seth finds himself asking, desperate to know.

Brian seems to catch on immediately. “I don’t know about Amy but Sarah is alive. I know she survived the first attack and she’s hidden herself well enough that I can’t find her, meaning neither can Alex, so she’s still alive.”

A knot in his chest eases. Seth deflates in relief and without thinking, lays his head on Brian’s shoulder. Brian stiffens and Seth backtracks immediately, to which Brian shakes his head dismissively. “I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s fine, really.”

Seth pauses at that. His mask is off now, betraying bags under his eyes that scream how much he needs to rest. And remembering Brian, Seth gets an idea.

“Do you remember how you used to call for everyone to dog pile someone when they needed to take a break or sleep?”

Brian catches on immediately, eyes widening. Tim and Jay are right behind him, and shoot Seth a confirming look.

Brian is dragged to the biggest bed that have and surrounded in seconds. Seth himself is on one side, Tim on the other, and Jay lays on his chest to keep him down without suffocating him.

“This isn’t really necessary.” Brian tells them, but something in his eye betrays that maybe he needed this more than he let on. “I’m fine, really.”

“Nah.” Tim tells him, letting out a content sigh when he finds the perfect position, using Brian’s arm as a pillow. “This is good for the soul, you told me yourself. You wouldn’t lie about something like that, would you, Bri?”

Brian struggles with his words. “This is entrapment.” He decides on in the end.

“Mmhmm.” Jay hums. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Brian has nothing to say about that. Seth ruffles his hair. “You looked like you needed it so you’re getting it.”

Brian doesn’t say anything to that either but he does fall asleep pretty quickly after.

He looks pretty bad, even now, but they can fix that. As long as he’s alive, they can fix anything that gets thrown their way.

— —

That’s what I got because I have no idea what happens after that other than a lot more Hurt/Comfort and a happy end. Nobody dies in this AU, not even the Tunnel Guy! Amy is fine, Sarah’s got her.

Anyways, I hope this satisfied your heart’s desire! Sorry it took so long, been working on a lot of stuff, but hey it’s pretty long so hopefully that makes up for it! Requests are still open so go wild if you want and I hope you enjoyed! :)

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Perfect Chance - Tyler Bate x Reader

Finally got around to finishing the Reader x Tyler Bate fic I had started a while back. 

Prompt: I’m sorry that somebody you loved made you think it was hard to love you

EDITED IN: TAG LIST @starwithaheart​ @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

I do love my Big Strong Boi <3 

Y/N = Your Name Y/F/N = Your Full Name Y/P/N = Your Partial Name (for instance, i used Anna to write, so it was An-Anna)

Not sure if the perceived Relationships that he has had with Toni and Liv are true, but for this purpose we are saying yes. 

WARNINGS: Verbal Abuse (Brad Maddox is/was a jerk yall), Self-doubt, body conscious 

Austin mentioned = Creed; Ember, Tyler, Etore and Creed are friends I strive to have yall.

Let me know if you’d read a part 2!

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February 2017

First, it was all compliments and the unending love that I felt.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

“You’re absolutely amazing, you know?”

“I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Then came the backhanded compliments…

“We’re perfect together.”

“You’ll never find another guy out there like me. Hah.”

“You’re really lucky to have landed me, you know?”

Then the compliments turned to criticisms.

“You should lose a few pounds… or twenty. Make you look better.”

“Your hair needs to be longer, get some extensions or something.”

“Show some more cleavage, would you? I want other guys knowing what I got.”

And the criticisms to pure insults.

“I don’t want you sitting on my lap—you’re fat!”

“God you’re ugly—put some more make up on or something!”

“What the hell did I ever see in you? You’re pathetic!��

The sucker punch came when I saw him kissing another girl backstage- one of the audio techs. It was the last straw, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Austin told me to move on, Tyler said I deserved better; Ember wanted to knock him out for me and Etore tried to get my mind off of it.

Off of him.

Of Brad.

The worst mistake of my life. The mistake that took up 15 months of my life. 15 months I’ll never get back.

The only thing is—how do you move on from something like that?

He made me feel loved and desired.

Then he made me feel unworthy of such affection. Made me feel like I didn’t deserve to be loved; that I didn’t deserve to be happy.

So here I am now, four months later. I had managed to get myself lost in work, to keep my mind occupied, but that only lasts for so long. Now? It’s February… February fourteenth. All I see are happy couples walking the halls of Full Sail, or in pictures on Instagram and twitter. Happy little ‘I love you’s and words of affection.

Sighing to myself, I shook my head and tried to focus on the outfit in front of me. Ember accidentally tore one of the seams on her outfit last week but hadn’t realized it until she wore it earlier on. Taking a deep breath, I stitched the small tear quick and easily, snipping off excess thread and then folding them neatly for my friend.

“Uhm, excuse me? Could—”

The sudden voice caused my heart-rate to skyrocket as I jumped in surprise, My hand went over my heart as I glanced behind me to find the owner to the voice—only for my once racing heart to freeze entirely.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized, giving me a small smile.

“N-no, it’s alright. I just—I didn’t… Uh… Can I help you—with… something?” I asked awkwardly, tripping over my own words.

“I was hoping so. My last match, I noticed the seam was starting to unravel… on my trunks? Could you fix that? I’d really rather not be wrestling mid-match and them fall off.”

“That would be highly embarrassing,” I frowned, before nodding,” Yeah—I can do it. Er… sew it, real quick.”

“Thank you, here—let me grab them out of my bag real quick…”

“This isn’t fair…” I thought, sighing inwardly,” Cute… accent to die for… nice… Probably in a happy, caring relationship with some—”

“Here we go,” he smiled, handing the black trunks over to me; I felt my face heat up just slightly, but ignored the shiver than ran down my spine.

“Just… give me a moment… I can have these done real quick.”

“Not a problem, love. As long as I have them before my match.”

“Right…”

“Tyler—Tyler Bate.” He held out a hand, waiting patiently with that adorable smile on his face, causing my heart-rate to skyrocket again.

“Uh… Y/P/N—Y/N. Y/L/N. Y/F/N,” I replied, reaching out and shaking his hand.

JUNE 19th 2018

Almost a year and a half. 16 months to be exact. 16 months that Tyler Bate had been on my mind; that I had tried, and failed, multiple times to get him out of my mind. I tried focusing on work, on all the alterations I needed to make to active-roster outfits, fixes to any broken seams… but in doing so, all I heard was the work gossip that floated around endlessly.

“Did you see them together? They’re cute!”

“Right, Liv is interesting. Different that I’d imagine Bate be with.”

“Too pretty, kinda. I don’t know…”

“Maybe so. Out of left field though—just like that time he was with Toni.”

“Must have a thing for blondes.”

Without meaning to, my eyes floated to the strand of hair that was hanging in front of my face. The brown hair seemingly mocking me. Taking a deep breath, I tucked it behind an ear and attempted to keep the U.K superstar out of my thoughts. I knew it was going to be inevitable, running into Tyler today. Hunter had asked if Id be able to go to London for the next tournament show. It was a chance to visit the beautiful country, immerse myself in the rich culture—and torture myself with a secret crush.

So here I was, at Royal Albert Hall, assisting the UK Brand creative department with everyone’s outfits. Right now I was busy, extremely focused on the outfit in my hands. Not only did I have to focus on doing all the stitches correctly; I had to keep myself professional—ensure no mis-stiches. Why?

The jacket belonged to none other than—

“Hey, are you finished yet?”

My head jerked up in surprise and felt like my thoughts had been read—but the innocent slight smile on Toni’s face told me otherwise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“N-no… it’s—uh,” I felt myself stuttering,” Almost finished. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll come back later.”

“R-right. Thanks.”

I watched with bated breath as she walked away, not daring to take another breath of air until Toni Storm was no longer in sight. Shaking my head in attempts to clear it, I looked down to refocus on the small sequin I was hand stitching.

“Why’s he gotta like blondes?” I muttered under my breath with a small pout,” Nothin’ special about them.”

“Are you talking to yourself now, love?”

The sudden proximity of his voice, the fact he could—probably already did—know I was talking about Toni. About him.

I jumped out of my skin, the needle going straight through the fabric and into my skin.

“Dammit!” I cried, dropping everything to the desk and clutching my finger as the blood slowly began to pool.

“Bloody hell, I’m sorry love—here—” Tyler frowned, taking the towel from his shoulder and instantly putting it to my finger to stop the blood,” Oi—hey there! Grab a medic kit, will ya?” The passing backstage tech nodded before quickly walking off to find said kit.

“Did I get any blood on—” I panicked, reaching with my free hand for Toni’s jacket.

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll wash off if you did. Toni won’t mind, believe me.”

I had to choke back a scoff—of course he would know if she would mind. Suddenly my eyes landed once more on the towel, and I became hyper aware that he was holding my hand so delicately. Instinctively, I tried to pull it away, only for Tyler’s grip to slightly tighten, his gaze finding mine.

“You’ll be fine. Just a small pin prick,” Tyler smiled to me, as the tech came up to us with the kit and Tyler gave him a nod of thanks. I watched in silence, unable to even form a thought to voice; ever so gently, Tyler brought out a small alcohol wipe and after moving the white towel, dabbed at the bloody spot on my finger causing me to hiss and recoil instinctively. Again, his grip tightened, but not uncomfortably so, and he looked at me apologetically.

“Sorry love, had to clean it real quick.” With a silent nod, Tyler unpackaged the band-aid before gently wrapping it around my finger.

“There… all better,” Tyler smiled to me, causing a blush to cover my cheeks. In an attempt to hide it, I ducked my head.

“Now that you don’t have any pointy objects in your hand,” Tyler chuckled, turning his attention back to me,” How have you been Y/N? Good I hope?”

My head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise.

“Something wrong love?”

“N-no, no. Sorry… I just… I honestly didn’t think you’d remember my name. I mean… we only interacted for like… three minutes… over a year ago…”

“Well, yeah… but you’re a difficult woman to forget,” Tyler smiled and I felt my heart constrict.

“Y-yeah, I… I know…” Looking down, I began to pick at my shirt, my one hand grazing the side of my pant leg,”… Gotta loose some weight…”

“What? No- no, love—” Tyler shook his head, reaching out and gently grabbing my hands, holding both with his own; one hand traveled up my arm to cup my chin, raising my eyes to his own. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach go wild at the look of concern in his blue eyes.

“What makes you say something like that? You’re perfect—”

“Not perfect enough,” I mutter, my eyes flicker once more to the ground, only for the soft touch on my chin to lift my gaze once more.

“Whoever made you think that… They’re wrong. How they could even—” Tyler stopped short, shaking his head and took a deep breath, as if collecting himself. Looking into my eyes once more, I felt his fingers gently sweep a lock of hair behind my ear; Tyler seemed to be searching for the words to say, but what could be said?

“I-It’s fine, Tyler,” I shook my head, slowly pulling from his grip and taking a step back,” I’ve—I’ve accepted it… no one… no one will love me…” My voice grew softer and softer, until it broke at the very end. Taking a breath, I grabbed Toni’s jacket, careful of the needle hiding within somewhere. I busied myself with finishing stitching the sequin on, aware that Tyler was still standing behind me. As I finished the stitch, reaching for the next- Tyler’s hand slowly, gently reached with me, his hand landing on-top mine.

“Y/N… I…” Tyler started, before easing the jacket out of my grip and turning me back to face him. The look of pain, discomfort lacing his features,” I don’t know who… how—” He took a deep breath, composing himself again, before continuing,” I’m sorry that somebody you loved made you think it was hard to love you. You are… perfect— I wish you could see it. See what I see every time I look at you. I would call myself lucky if I had even a chance with you—I mean… maybe… maybe you could give me a chance to prove how perfect you are? Give me a chance to love you like you deserve?”

My heart dropped and I forgot how to breathe for a second. Did he just–?

“Are—are you… asking me out?”

“Rather, asking you to be my girlfriend,” Tyler smiled,” But I would like to take you do dinner, before you left back to the States.”

I could feel it—deep within my bones—the fight or flight instincts trying to kick in.

He’s just going to use you.

It’ll be just like with Brad.

Don’t trust him.

Then my eyes focused, looking straight into his baby blue eyes, and I knew.

I had to believe.

Believe in him.

Believe in the possibility—of happiness. Of love.

“Yes.”

I could see his whole body relax with my answer, a bigger smile crossing his face. It was only contagious though, as I too began to smile.

“If there’s time after the show, we can grab a bite to eat. I’ve got to finish getting ready for my match tonight.”

“Best of luck tonight, you and Trent. UE wont know what hit them,” I smiled, blushing as Tyler caressed my cheek; my heartbeat quickened as I saw him lean towards me, before I felt his lips on my other cheek. The mustache tickled a little, but the gesture, innocent and romantic all the same, caused another smile to cross my face.

This was the perfect chance for happiness. For love.

[yumeasmrscript]

[PART 4] Sharing your worries to the Wizard [M4A] [Fantasy] [Neko Listener] [Comforting] [Reassurance for your body] [You finally made the wizard blush too]

Author notes: Part 4 is out! With this, the second narrative arc is starting: fluff increase, their bond gets deeper… And we get to know more about them! As always, it is okay to monetize with the script, and feel free to make small edits to the scripts to make things sound better, or if you want you can change sfx and such!

If you haven’t read the other parts, I’ll leave you the link below <3

Hope you will enjoy!

Summary: It’s been a month since the Wizard found you, you are now living together! In exchange for food and hospitality, you started working for him. In the meantime, the Wizard is still looking for a way to reverse the curse you have. One day, you went out together to buy some things you need at home, but something makes you uncomfortable. Keeping quiet, you wait for the sun to set to open up.

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[Action/things happening] *Moods* Thinking

*Concentrated* So… we got fruits, we got a new set of glass bulb for the potions… Some herbs… What was the last thing we needed?

Oh, yeah, you’re right! I finished my ink. I’m glad your memory works better than mine. Now that I think about it, I… need to buy another book. I know it’s been a while… and we still have yet to do some real progress, but I haven’t forgotten about your curse.

*Frustrated* I know you’re in no rush, I know, but still… It’s frustrating not being able to do anything about it. I mean, I’m a wizard, I’m supposed to know how magical things works, and yet… here I am, with no clue on how to help you.

*Gentle, happy* Aw, you will wait no matter how long it will take? Thank you, kitty. It’s heartwarming to hear you say that. I’ll do my best to find a solution as quickly as possible.

[Shivering]

*Caring* It’s… so cold today, huh? The wind keeps blowing… How is it in those clothes? It’s been a while since we went out together, and the weather keeps getting colder, are you alright? Are they warm enough?

I’m glad. I wouldn’t want you to freeze out here. Oh, careful!

[Strong wind blowing]

Here, I got you! That was close, the wind is really strong today. Oh, and your hoodie too… back in place. Are you okay? ...Good. Hm? Hey, what’s that expression?

What do you mean “it’s nothing”? It’s true that it’s not much since we met, but I think I know you well enough to see that it’s not “nothing”. Uhm… are you sure the clothes are warm enough?

Okay, so… what’s bothering you? You know you can tell me anything.

*Confused* You… just want to go home? I mean, if that’s what you want… we don’t often get the chance to come here in the village, so I thought you could have enjoyed today’s errands. Are you tired? Or maybe the things you’re carrying are too heavy for you?

Okay, well… you only want to go back?

*Calm* All right then… okay, let’s do this. Why don’t you go back with the glass bulbs? I need to start the base mix for a few potions, and I could really use some help. You know… water, silver root… the usual. In the meantime, I’ll get the ink and the book, okay?

Great! I’ll see you later then. Hold tightly to the gem as soon as you get home, so I’m sure you got there safely, all right? Perfect. Be careful on your way back, see you later!

[Footsteps]

*Concentrated* Okay, so… let’s get these things. If I have to be honest… doing errands on my own is kind of boring. It feels lonely without them. There should be a bookshop over there, maybe they have the manual I need…

[Time skip]

[Bubble sounds, door opening and closing]

Kitty, I’m home! I’m so sorry it took so long… *Slightly sad* The ink was the easiest thing to retrieve in that bookshop. As for the book… unfortunately, there was nothing that could be of any help. We quickly tried to go through each one of the magic manual, but… nothing. *Hopeful* Still, I won’t lose hope. And neither you should! I’m sure we will find a way to reverse the curse.

Hm? Why are you so quiet?

*Surprised, happy* Oh, you prepared the base? And you also prepared the poison potions? And you made dinner? Aw, thank you kitty, you’ve helped a lot. You did even more than I could have expected! Listen… why don’t you go relax upstairs? I’ll finish writing a few things and I’ll come too, so we can eat together.

They seem a little bit… off. I wonder why… They looked fine until we parted ways at the village. Did something happen? Or maybe I did something wrong? Hm… I wish they would just tell me. It’s clear that something’s bothering them… but what could it be?

[sound of pen writing, paper…]

*Concentrated* Hm… this one for tomorrow, that old lady needs a healing potion, the other guy a chanted amulet… And done. With this I’ll be able to follow the schedule. Now, let’s just end the day.

[Sound of door being locked]

The store is closed for today, everything is ready for tomorrow. I’ll just go upstairs and get some rest. I wonder… if they’ll tell me what’s going on in their mind now.

[Footsteps]

*Gentle* I’m here, kitty. Oh, you’re watching out the window?

*Calm* You’re right, there’s the full moon tonight. That means… it’s been a month already, huh? Since… you started living here. Time sure flies when you have fun.

*Jokingly, happy* I’m serious! Since you started working here, things have been so much easier. I can’t believe I’ve been sleeping every night in the past few weeks, I can’t even remember the last time I had such a regular sleep schedule *Chuckle*. *Calm, gentle* And… I hope you are having a better time here than the one you had before.

Oh, you do? That’s a relief, kitty.

Well, of course! Did you think I would have let you sleep on the floor or something? Or that I would have forever given up my bed? I told you I would have found a way to create a space for you too, so you could have felt… at home. Who cares if my room has half the space it had before, luckily there was enough room for the both of us! And… thanks to this wooden sliding door, now we both have our privacy.

No, I’m not “too kind”, that’s the least I can do for you. You are still helping here every day, that’s only fair. And, by the way, thanks for the help today at the village. I… enjoyed going there with you. *Slightly shy, just a hint of insecurity* Maybe, next time, why don’t we go in that cafè we saw today? Unfortunately we didn’t have the time today, but… it’s a pity to always think about work. So, yeah... what do you think?

Uhm, you don’t have to answer right away, kitty. If you want to think about it, it’s fine, of course, but… is there a problem? With… going out, I mean.

*Confused* It’s not about that? Then, what is it about?

Huh? Well, I thought that there was something bothering you, and I can clearly see it now from your face but… *Jokingly* reading people’s mind it’s not a superpower wizards have. Though there are potions that can help with that.

Aw, don’t give me that look *chukle*, I’m not going to use these vile ways to know what’s in that brain of yours. *Calm* Seriously, though, you know you can tell me anything, and that if you want to keep some things for yourself, I’m not going to force you to open up. Okay?

*Gentle* Good. So… do you want to talk about it?

Oh? Uhm, yes, I can turn around if you want. Why?

*Confused* What… what’s the problem in looking at you?

Okay, okay, fine, I’ll just do that. Here, I’m turning my back to you. So what’s happening now?

[small pause]

*Confused* Kitty?

[Small pause]

*Even more confused* Uhm…

[Small pause, turning around again]

What are you… *Surprised and embarrassed* Woah, Sorry! It’s not like I wanted to peek, I just… I mean, you weren’t saying a word… I swear I didn’t see anything! *Confused*...Wait, did you just… shifted to your cat form and back to human again? Why?

Oh, I see… you wanted to try shifting to a fully human form, and it didn’t work? But… I mean, isn’t that normal? The curse is not lifted yet, and…

*Gentle* Aw, Hey, hey… come here. Don’t make that face. We’re going to find a solution, I told you we would. It’s a promise, kitty. I’m sorry I didn’t make any progress up until now, but… I’m sure we’ll find a way. Is that… what’s bothering you?

[Small pause]

*Comprehensive* Oh, So this is how you truly feel, huh? You’re scared to go outside, you feel vulnerable out there now and… this is the only place you feel safe. Yeah, I bet… the wind didn’t help, it exposed your cat ears for a brief moment. Were you afraid that someone could have seen you?

Well, yes, you are right. It’s not that common for a human to have some animal features. Not even uncommon, actually, just… close to zero. Well, personally, with all of the magical stuff I’ve seen, a human with feline features is still pretty “normal” to me. But it’s true, maybe for standard people would be strange something like this. *Worried of being misunderstood* I- I’m not saying you are strange, let’s be clear on this. Even because we both know you are a human, after all, and it’s not a curse that will make you “strange”.

*Confused, slightly angry* Huh?! What- what are you saying?! Sure, curses sucks and all, but you’re not disgusting! Why would you say that?!

*Frustrated* Yes, I am looking at you and there’s nothing “disgusting” about you! I mean… who cares if you have cat ears? Who cares if you have a tail? Fangs? Claws? Because I sure don’t! You are beautiful, even if you’re not fully human.

*More gentle now* Yes, there are. There are so many things about you that are lovely and make you unique, and don’t you dare say the opposite, because that’s not the truth.

Is… is that so? Why didn’t you tell me before?

If… this can reassure you, there was nothing about that in the manual. Even though you might feel like sometimes you’re losing sight of your humanity, until someone ultimate the curse, you will be both cat and human. You won’t lose your humanity by staying like this, don’t worry. What you feel could be just the animal instincts kicking in from time to time, because… after all, you’re still cursed. Half cursed, to be fair. And… I bet it’s hard to live with these feelings, but… okay, listen, *Determined* I’ll work harder on this. I don’t want you to feel this way anymore. If I can’t find a way to lift the curse for now, I’ll study a potion, a chanted amulet or something that will help you suppress the feline instinct.

No, no, it’s fine, but you should have told me, kitty. I know you didn’t want to be a burden but… time is passing and it must be frustrating. I… don’t want you to feel this way. Until then, though… I just want you to know, that I don’t care if your appearance is not fully human. You are wonderful on the inside and gorgeous on the outside.

*Gentle* I know, you may feel insecure, scared even, but trust me, that even though your body has some animal traits, you are much more human than lots of people out there. You’re not the “monster” here. So, stop saying these things to yourself, kitty. *More annoyed, not at the speaker but at the other wizard* The one who’s a monster, disgusting, hideous and a filthy creature is the one who cursed you, not yourself. And if I ever cross path with him, I’ll make sure to let him know how much of a piece of trash he is.

*Gentle again* Hey, look at me. I’m serious. Your tail is soft, your ears are cute. Just like your fangs. Your sight in the dark has improved, your movements can be much more furtive. You can purr too, isn’t that relaxing for you too? Your senses are much more sharper. I know you would much rather be a human, but until we find a way to lift your curse, focus on this. Focus on the bright side of this shitty situation that bastard put you in: you gained the best from both sides.

*Confused* What, you don’t agree that’s the bright side? And what is it then?

*Surprised, happy and a little bit embarrassed* Wha--- I, uhm, didn’t expect that… No, I’m not blushing! [pause] *Flustered* No, I’m not. [pause] *Even more flustered* No, I’m--- listen, are you trying to get your revenge here for all the times you blushed? But… *Happy, calm* I really didn’t think you would have said that. I didn’t think… meeting me was the bright side. Your words filled my heart with joy, kitty. Thank you.

*Chukle* See? That’s what happens when you try to make other people blush. I saw your red cheeks, don’t try to hide them.

No, I’m immune to this. I only, uh, blushed a little bit because I was taken by surprise there. *Chukle*

[small pause]

*Gentle* Are you feeling… a little bit better now?

I’m glad. *Confused* ...Oh? You accept? Wait, what do you accept?

The invite…? *Surprised happy* Oooh! You mean, going to the cafè? So… you want to come after all? Aw, I’m so happy! *Excited* Then… how about next week? There should be a limited edition for both a new coffee and tea flavor, and I’m really curious to try them. And maybe, on the way back, we can also stop to buy something that’s not work-related, you know? Unless, of course, you want to go home.

Hm *The “hm” as a chuckle tone*, that makes me happy. I mean… *Relieved, calm* I’m glad that you won’t let your worries to hold you back. I… like that about you. It’s fine if sometimes you feel overwhelmed, and you can always talk to me when it happens, but… see? This strength you have, to face what worries you, I think… it’s really admirable.

Aw, you’re welcome kit-

[soft sound of a sudden hug]

...Huh? *Soft, tender chuckle* *Surprised, happy, soft tone* I think… this is the first time you hug me. I didn’t expect that.

Oh, no, it’s fine, of course. Why wouldn’t it be? Here… let me hold you too. You deserve a hug too.

[Hair stroking for a few seconds, in silence]

[Purring sound]

Aww, they’re purring too… I’m glad they feel better and relaxed now. How adorable they are…

[small pause]

*slightly concerned* Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your ears. Yeah, I bet they’re delicate. *Gentle* You… don’t mind? You mean it, or you’re just being kind? *Chukle* But… you hair is really soft, just like your tail. And… Kitty, promise me you’ll never say those horrible things to yourself ever again. Okay?

Good… Now, do you want to have dinner? Because, I can smell something delicious from the kitchen and I’m really curious about what’s in there. *Happy, excited* Aww, you made my favorite? Thank you, kitty!

Well then, let’s go eat something. It’s not the first time you made something, so I’m sure it will be tasty as heaven. And once again, thank you for taking care of it. I’ll make sure to repay you the favor tomorrow, by preparing your favorite one. Come on now, let’s go.

The moment they suddenly hugged me… I think my heart stopped for a moment. If I have to be honest...I wish it had lasted longer. It’s been a while since I last felt this way about someone, and… it’s not because I’ve been alone for a while before meeting them, I’m pretty sure. There’s… something about them. This feeling... I slightly felt it when we first met, and it keeps growing the more I get to know them. And now, I only wish to have the chance to hold them again. Just… for a little while.

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90 Days | S.R (Part 4/12)

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Chapter Summary - you make a big decision to aid Spencer in his recovery. You and Spencer make a pact.

A/N - I have never read Fifty Shades of Grey so I only know what I read on Google about it. This chapter might help explain the title of the fic.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - angst with a happy ending, smut in later chapter

Content Warnings - a surprising amount of fluff (don’t get used to it), mild flirtatious banter, NA meetings, talk of addictions, tears

Word Count - 6.2k

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Chapter Four

Day One

You felt rested for the first time in a long time when you woke up. It was a new and strange feeling, but one you welcomed. 

You slipped out of bed, smoothed down your hair and wrapped the kimono around your body before exiting the room. 

Spencer was already up and stood over by the dining table with a mug of coffee in his hand. 

He turned when the door opened and blushed a little when he saw you were wearing the kimono again. 

He remembered what he’d said last night. He’d meant it too. He had never seen anything as sexy and alluring as you in that kimono.

“Good morning.” He smiled at you softly. “I made coffee.” He pointed at the coffee table where there was a fresh mug for you.

“My hero.” you smiled and headed to get the beverage.

“I thought you said you’re a writer?” 

You saw him looking over the dining table where your sketches were strewn.

“Uhm yeah I am. I draw in my free time.” you came over and stood next to him as he inspected your work. 

“These are amazing.”

“There ok.” you played it down. 

You saw his eyes lingering on a half finished sketch of a man's face. His face. His fingers brushed the paper.

“This kind of looks like…”

“Yeah.” you blushed. “Let’s just...not go there.” you turned your back on him.

Spencer was smiling to himself. No one had ever sketched him before. But he didn’t want to further your embarrassment so he changed the subject.

“Have you got much planned for today?” 

You both made your way back to the couch and sat down.

“A couple of edits I need to do on some pieces I’ve been working on. How about you?” 

His eyes fell to his coffee cup.

“No, nothing. I don’t know what to do without going to work everyday.” 

“What do you do on your days off?” 

“Read mostly. But I can read twenty thousand words per minute so that doesn't take up much time.”

You laughed but the look on Spencer’s face told he wasn’t joking.

“Wait, you can really read that fast?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded. 

“Whoa. That’s amazing.” 

“You think so?” 

“Totally! I’d love to be able to read that fast.” you laughed. “What else do you like to do? TV? Netflix?”

“I don’t own a TV.” 

Was this guy for real?

You could sense he didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to leave. And you didn’t want to make him.

“Well you can hang out here today if you like.” you shrugged. 

His eyes lit up a little.

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I don’t see why not. I have some work to do but I have books you can read.” you shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Thank you Y/N.” He smiled. “I don’t know why you’re being so nice to me, but it means a lot.” 

“It’s no big deal.” you finished your coffee. “Anyways I’m going to shower. Try and stay out of trouble while I’m gone.” you teased which made Spencer laugh. 

“I’ll try my best.” 

You gave him a smile before retiring to the en-suite bathroom. 

Maybe one day you’d tell him. Maybe one day you’d tell him you saw yourself in his sad eyes. But today wasn’t that day. 

***

You showered and dressed in black leggings, a t-shirt and an oversized sweatshirt before returning to the living room. 

You were immediately met by the sounds of pots clanging together and the aroma of cooking batter and maple syrup. 

With a smile on your face you headed into the kitchen where Spencer was standing over your stove. 

Almost every inch of the counter was covered in flour or egg yoke. 

He turned to look at you and you saw cooking debris had also made it into his hair and on his face and clothes.

“I tried to cook breakfast. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll clean up this mess, don't worry.” 

“You don’t cook do you?” you giggled.

The sound was like magic to Spencer’s ears.

“No. Never. But I saw a recipe once for pancakes and thought I could give it a go.” 

“You saw a recipe once?” you raised a curious eyebrow.

“I have an eidetic memory. I remember everything I read.” 

“An eidetic memory.” you whispered. “And you can read twenty thousand words a minute. And you have an IQ of one hundred and eighty seven. Wow.”

“I didn’t tell you how high my IQ was.” He frowned. 

Oh shit, no he hadn’t told you that. Callie had told you that. 

“Yes you did.” you swallowed. “Last night.”

He knew he hadn’t told you that. Even in his state he remembered everything that happened last night. Including how wonderful you had looked in that kimono. 

He decided not to press it. At least for now. 

“Let me help you.” you tried to distract from your slip up by trying to salvage the pancakes. “Go get cleaned up. You’re covered in flour and egg.” 

“I haven’t got any clean clothes.” He sounded slightly pathetic. 

“Check the bottom of my closet, there’ll be something in there.”

“No offence,” he laughed. “But you’re like a foot shorter than me. I don’t think your clothes are going to fit.”

You rolled her eyes.

“There’s a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Men’s.”

He raised a suspicious eyebrow at you.

“What?” She raised her hands. “You never keep any of your ex's things?”

“If I had any.” He muttered to himself as headed out of the kitchen. 

You heard his words but decided not to question it. 

God, he was more messed up than you realised. 

***

Fifteen minutes later you had managed to make a new batch of pancakes and was setting them on the dining table when Spencer emerged from your bedroom. 

You took him in with a small smile on your lips. 

His long messy hair was wet and swept back, dripping down his neck. And he looked a picture in those clothes. 

The sweatpants were plain black, stopping just above his ankles and were clearly a size or two too big for his slim frame. The navy blue college hoodie was equally oversized. 

“That’s a good look, Doctor Reid.” you smirked. 

“I find it hard to picture you dating someone who wore clothes like this.” I find it hard to picture you dating anyone who isn’t me. 

You simply shrugged as you sat down, you weren’t getting into that. Thankfully Spencer noticed this and changed the subject. 

“Salvaged or a completely new batch?” Spencer sat opposite you.

“It’s the thought that counts.” you smirked. “You tried your best. We can’t be good at everything.”

You ate in companionable silence, both already comfortable in each other's company. 

Just as Spencer was taking his last mouthful he spoke. 

“So what article did you read?”

You frowned at him as you chewed on your mouthful.

“What do you mean?”

He smirked playfully.

“What article did you read about me? Where did you learn about my one hundred and eighty seven IQ?”

Busted.

“Ah that.” you sighed. “I can’t remember. I didn’t really read it. My best friend Callie insisted on cyber stalking you. I told her I didn’t want to know.” 

“You told your best friend about me?” 

You pulled a face. Could you dig this hole any deeper?

“You may as well just hand me a shovel at this point.” you put your head in your hands in embarrassment. “Yes, I told my best friend about you. And she insisted on googling you.”

“Why?” He nudged you a little so you would look back at him. 

“I don’t know. She’s nosy, she wanted to learn more-“

“Not that.” He cut you off. “Why did you tell your friend about me?” 

Oh, that. 

“I don’t know.” you shrugged shyly. 

“Yes you do.” Spencer encouraged you with a smirk. “Come on, I have given you nothing but honesty. I even told you how good I thought you looked in that kimono.” He blushed a little as did you.

So he did remember saying that.

“Fine.” you agreed. “I told her because, A: she is my best friend and I tell her everything. And, B: because…I was...I guess I was frustrated.”

“I frustrated you?” He looked sad by the notion.

Sexually very much so, you thought. 

“In a way.” you said instead. “We kissed and it was, you know...it was nice.”

“It was. Very nice.” He agreed. 

“How can you say that when you just walked away? I was frustrated because I assumed you weren’t interested in me which is fine. Really it’s fine. But I...I was. You know. Interested.”

“Was?” He looked a little sad.

“That’s the part you picked up on?” you couldn’t help but laugh. “I am interested. But you clearly weren't and so I ranted to my best friend about it.” God you felt so stupid.

“You think I’m not interested?” His eyes widened as if the thought were insane. “You think I’m not interested in you?” 

You nodded pathetically.

“Y/N, come on.” He laughed. “You are interesting, smart and compassionate. You’re caring and sweet and don’t even get me started on how beautiful you are. I didn’t leave because I wasn’t interested. I told you, I’m...I’m not that kind of man because I’m really not that kind of man. My life is a complete mess right now. I’m a complete mess right now. I didn’t want to drag you into that.” 

You were really blushing now, your cheeks burning. 

“Oh.” You croaked. 

“I love spending time with you. I can’t get enough of you. But I need to keep a clear head if I’m going to get my life back on track and I worry that if we get involved...it will complicate things.” 

You smiled. You couldn’t believe he’d been thinking about you. You couldn’t believe all those things he’d just said about you. 

“I love spending time with you too.” you agreed. “And I’m not exactly in the right headspace for a relationship or anything like that. But I want you in my life.”

“Good.” Spencer smiled. “I want you in mine too.”

“Well good because you're stuck with me now.” you joked trying to lighten the mood and it clearly worked because Spencer laughed. 

He wished more than anything you could have met under different circumstances. Maybe if you’d met sooner, or even another year down the line when he wasn’t in this dark place things could have been different for you. 

But it didn’t matter. Spencer knew the signs. And he was already falling for you hard.

***

The rest of the day was spent with you sitting at your laptop redrafting some of your submissions while Spencer sat crossed legged on the floor reading. 

He’d already made it through over half your book collection when you watched him get up to get another. He pulled one from the bookcase and went to sit back down but you stopped him.

“I don’t think you want to read that.” 

He looked down at the cover, it was a book called “Fifty Shades of Grey”.

“Why not?” He frowned.

You cleared her throat. Did he not know the book?

“Well uhm…” you pulled a face. Did you really have to say this out loud? “It’s about a man called Christian Grey.”

“Hence the title.” Spencer added.

“Yeah.” you nodded. “Well Christian is...uhm…” how did you put this? “He’s very much into...BDSM.” you said the last part under your breath but Spencer heard it. 

“BDSM.” He repeated. “As in bondage & discipline sado masochism?” 

“Do I even want to know why you know that?”

“I’m a grown man. I know things.” Did you really think he was that inexperienced? 

That’s not to say he had a lot of experience with such things, and he had never considered BDSM in the bedroom. But he’d had cases that delved into that world.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just…”

“It’s ok.” He kept hold of the book and took it back to sit on the floor.

“You’re going to read it?” you smirked.

“Yes I am. And I’ll tell you what I thought of it in about….” he flicked through the pages quickly. “Seven and a half minutes.” 

You laughed and turned back to your laptop.

“Enjoy.” you chuckled. 

Approximately eight minutes later Spencer closed the book and sat back.

“Wow.” 

You looked up at him. 

“How did you enjoy that Doctor Reid?” you smiled at the look on his face.

“That was...uhm...it was. Eye opening.” He struggled to find the right word.

You laughed, closing your laptop. 

“Read anything you enjoyed the sound of?” You didn’t know where this flirtatiousness was coming from. You weren't normally like this. Spencer brought it out of you. 

“I don’t know if 'enjoyed’ is the right term.” He swallowed. “Why do you enjoy...those things?” He couldn’t believe he was being so brazen. 

Your cheeks turned pink but you laughed.

“I suppose some of it makes me curious.” you shrugged. 

Spencer pushed himself up from the floor and came and sat in the dining chair next to you. 

“Tell me if I’m crossing a line here.” His heart was hammering, unsure where he was finding the courage to ask such things. “But do you mind me asking what parts?”

You chewed your lip. This seemed like dangerous territory. Nonetheless you decided to answer. 

“Well,” you contemplated this. “I suppose there’s a part of me that is curious about the idea of having someone dominate me.” you blushed deeply. “I don’t know. It’s just a curiosity.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Spencer reassured you when you sounded embarrassed. “We all have...curiosity’s.”

“Even you Doctor Reid?”

Why did he find it so sexy when you called him that?

“Even me.” He admitted. 

You gave him a look that told him he wasn’t getting out of it so slightly. 

“Oh god.” He shook his head. “I’ve never told anyone this before.” 

“I’m not going to judge you.” you assured him. 

Spencer sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“This is going to sound so pathetic.” He shook his head. “My only real curiosity is...love. I don’t think I’ve ever really been in love, not really.” Maybe only with Maeve but he’d never had the chance to be intimate with her. He didn’t say that though. “I guess being with someone I truly love and truly loves me. I imagine it’s very different.”

“It is.” you nodded sadly. “And that isn’t pathetic at all. It’s sweet.” 

“It’s a little pathetic.” He laughed. 

“Stop it.” you scolded him a little. “It’s lovely. I wish there were more guys in the world like you.” 

He smiled and looked away from you shyly. He caught the clock in his gaze.

“Oh!” He suddenly jumped up. “My NA meeting is soon. We need to go.” 

“Ok, just let me change.”

“No, no, no.” He laughed. “If I have to go out like this, so do you.” 

You groaned.

“No fair! I live here, I have more clothes I can wear!” 

“I don’t make the rules.” He smirked. 

“You’re starting to outstay your welcome.” you teased. “Fine, let me just grab some shoes.” 

You went to your bedroom to get your shoes while Spencer put his Converse back on and grabbed his bag. 

A few minutes later you both left your apartment together. Down on the street Spencer hailed you a cab and gave the driver the address of the centre. 

It was a twenty minute drive through DC before you pulled up outside a rec centre. Spencer paid the driver and exited the cab, quickly running around to your side to open your door.

You smiled a little shyly at his gentlemanly gesture.

“Thank you.” 

“Thank you.” He replied. “For doing this with me.”

You could tell he was nervous. You found yourself reaching out and taking hold of his hand. 

He looked a little surprised at first by your touch but then he smiled at you and gave your hand a squeeze. 

You headed inside together, hand in hand. 

The room was already half full with people milling about before the meeting started. There was a semicircle of chairs set out facing a podium and tables set up down the side of the room with refreshments. 

Spencer led you straight to the coffee machine.

“The coffee stinks but it’s better than nothing.” He let go of your hand so he could pour you both a cup before handing you one and then proceeding to pour copious amounts of sugar in his own cup. 

“Spencer.” A voice came from behind him and he turned to see an older man with kind eyes and a kinder smile.

“Mitch, hi.” Spencer greeted him.

“It’s been a while.” 

“Four years, seven months, three weeks and one day.” He clarified. 

Mitch just nodded. Clearly he was used to Spencer’s weirdness. 

“And who is this?” Mitch directed his attention to you where you were standing behind Spencer.

“Oh sorry!” Spencer turned to and motioned you forward.

“This is my friend Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Detective Mitch Flannigan with the DCPD. He runs the meetings.” 

“Nice to meet you.” Mitch spoke as he extended a hand.

“You too.” you agreed as you shook with him. 

“I’m sorry to see you back here Spencer.” Mitch spoke solemnly, patting Spencer’s shoulder which clearly made the younger man uncomfortable. 

Mitch turned and headed to the podium to start the meeting. Spencer had a look of sadness in his eyes.

Instinctively you reached for his hand which made him tense up at first but he soon relaxed at your touch.

“It’s ok.” you whispered. 

He nodded without making eye contact and silently led you towards two vacant chairs.

You scanned the other faces in the room. It was something about the stony facades and rigid postures that caused you to come to the realisation. All the people here, all the addicts were law enforcement. 

As Mitch addressed the room your mind wandered. You’d never thought about it before but in their line of work, what they saw on a daily basis, it made sense. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrors they faced. 

Once Mitch was finished he opened the floor up. Spencer held your hand tightly the whole time. 

You listened to a man in his sixties talk about being shot and his subsequent addiction to painkillers.

You listened to a woman in her thirties discuss a raid on an underground child sex ring and how she hadn’t been able to get their faces out of her head so she’d started drinking to excess to try and black them out. 

A few other cops told their stories and each one broke your heart more. You had tears welling in your eyes when Spencer let go of your hand. 

You turned to him and he gave you a small nod before standing from his chair. 

He walked to the podium and chewed his lip.

“I uhm...I’m Doctor Spencer Reid with the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit. And I’m an addict.” 

“Hi Spencer.” The people in the room chimed in unison. 

“My uh...drug of choice was dilaudid. Eleven years ago I got hooked on it after I was taken hostage by an unsub.” He paused and made eye contact with you and you nodded encouragingly. “I got clean, but we all know in our line of work, staying on the wagon isn’t so easy given what we see.”

There were nods of agreement from all in the crowd.

“A few months ago, I was wrongly accused of

murder and held in a correctional facility for almost four months. I never thought I’d be on that side of the law. It was the worst experience of my life and it’s changed me in so many ways.” He choked a little on his words. 

You gave him a reassuring smile. 

“When I was released it was the first time in years I considered using again. I even got my hands on some dilaudid.” He swallowed as did you. He hadn’t told you that. “But I didn’t take it. I flushed it. I was going to get through this without narcotics. And then a few days ago I found myself at a bar and I didn’t even hesitate in ordering that whiskey and drinking it. I told myself it wasn’t dilaudid so it was ok. But it wasn’t ok. Because now I can’t stop.” A small tear rolled down his cheek and you swore you felt your heartbreak. “I’ve haven’t had a drink,” he paused to look at his watch. “For fifteen hours, twenty six minutes and seventeen seconds. And it’s taken all my strength, everything I have, not to have another drink.” 

He was talking to you with his eyes. Something about the look that he was giving you told you you were his strength. 

“I’m under no delusion that I am different or special. I know that nineteen point seven million Americans battle with substance abuse, with seventy four percent of adults struggling with alcohol abuse in particular. And I also know that the rate of relapse can be as high as sixty percent.” He exhaled. “So why do I feel so alone in this?” 

Your eyes were welling with tears again and this time you couldn’t help a few fall. You wiped them quickly before Spencer could see. 

“Anyway, I’ll let someone else speak now.” He composed himself before heading back to his seat.

You grabbed his hand in an instant. 

“I’m here.” you mouthed to him, to which he nodded in reply.

***

Another few people took a turn to speak and then Mitch wrapped up the meeting. 

Afterwards Spencer spoke briefly to a few people while you nursed a cup of coffee. 

When he headed back to you he had a sad smile on his lips.

“Ready to go?” He asked you. 

“If you are.”

He nodded and as if by instinct he took hold of your hand and threaded his fingers in yours, leading you back out onto the street. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked you as the cool air blustered around you. It was dark out now and there was a slight chill to the air.

“Yeah I suppose so.”

“Let me take you for dinner. I feel like I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” you squeezed his hand. “And what self respecting restaurant would let us in dressed like this?” you laughed.

Spencer chewed his lip on contemplation for a moment before he nodded to himself.

“I know a great little place.” His eyes had a slight hint of mischief to them but you didn’t question him. 

You trusted him. More so than you had ever trusted anyone aside from your dad and Callie. 

So you let him lead you down the street. You walked in silence but it was a comfortable one. You could tell Spencer had lots of things playing on his mind and if he wanted to talk about them he would. You wouldn’t push him.

You didn’t think you’d ever felt as safe as you did when Spencer held your hand and his job had nothing to do with it. His body was close to yours, your shoulder brushing his arm at times which made him smile and you noticed it each time. 

He felt you tense when people walked by, specifically men. When they did he would squeeze your hand and run his thumb over your knuckles in reassurance. 

You walked for about fifteen minutes before Spencer led you into a small park. You spotted the hot dog stand almost instantly.

“I know it’s not fancy or anything, but they do great hotdogs.” He told you, somewhat shyly.

“It’s perfect.” you told him honestly. 

You allowed Spencer to order for you and he paid the friendly vendor before you started walking again. 

You meandered through the park as you ate.

“How are you feeling?” you finally asked him now you thought he’d had time to process things.

“Like I would kill a man for a single glass of whiskey.” He chuckled sadly. “But I feel marginally better after the meeting.” 

“Spencer,” you stopped walking and so did he. You stood under a street lamp which he thought illuminated you to perfection. “You know I’m here for you right? I know we barely know each other, but I’m in. Fully in. If you want me to be of course.”

“What are you trying to say?” He asked you and he couldn’t help but reach close and tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

You shuddered a little at his touch. 

“I don’t know the term.” You chewed your lip. “Sponsor I guess? I want to be your sponsor. I want to be the person you can turn to when things get too tough to bear. I want to help.” 

His heart swelled at your words. Yes, he was definitely falling for you. 

“That’s a huge commitment. Why would you do that for me?” 

You screwed the rubbish from your hotdog up and put it in your pocket. You took hold of Spencer’s free hand. 

“I don’t know.” you answered truthfully. “I don’t know why, but I do know I want to do this. There’s something about you Spence. It makes me want to be the one to make you smile, the one to hold your hand when you need it most. I don’t know why, but I do.” 

A small tear escaped Spencer’s eye and rolled down his cheek. With your free hand you reached up and gently brushed it away.

“I don’t want to burden you but I also can’t turn down your help. I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“You don’t have to.” 

“Being a sponsor is a big responsibility Y/N.” 

“I don’t mind.” 

“It means you can’t drink. I can’t be tempted. I don’t want to stop you-“

“I said I don’t mind.” you laughed. “I’ll do whatever it takes to help you, Spence.”

Then Spencer’s floodgates opened and he started sobbing. He dropped the remains of his food on the floor and fell into your arms.

He felt like he fit there perfectly, as though you were two missing puzzle pieces slotting together for the first time. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he held you close. You laid your head on his chest and he leant his chin on your head.

“Thank you.” He cried. “Thank you so, so much.” He placed a gentle kiss on your crown and you squeezed him tighter.

“You are more than welcome.” 

For several long minutes you stood in the middle of the park embracing each other. Neither of you knew what came next, neither knew how this would work but for now it didn’t matter. For now all that mattered was you had each other and for the first time since he left prison, Spencer had hope.

After a little while you broke the embrace. You wiped Spencer’s tears with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“Come on then you. Let’s get a cab.” you took his hand again and turned you both around.

Spencer frowned.

“You only live a few blocks from here?”

“I know I do.” you laughed. “But we need to swing by your place.”

“I’m lost.” Spencer’s frown deepened. “Did I miss a vital part of this conversation?”

You continued to laugh, shaking your head.

“No, I didn’t explain myself.” you smiled. “If we’re going to do this, I don’t think you should be alone. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it's just…” you trailed off.

“It’s ok, I don’t trust myself.” Spencer told you sadly.

“I think you should stay with me. If you want to, of course.”

Spencer felt like he could cry all over again.

“If I try to argue I won’t win, will I?” 

“Not a chance.” you smiled. “You said yourself last night you couldn���t be alone. You can stay with me as long as you need to.”

Spencer stepped closer, removing his hand from yours. He cupped your face gently.

“Are you even real?” he smiled at you. “I swear you’re some kind of guardian angel.” without thinking he bowed his head and placed the gentlest, most passionate kiss on your lips.

You felt your knees go weak and your insides lit up like a flame.

When he pulled back, he sighed.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that.”

“It’s ok, it was nice.” you shrugged.

“Very.” he agreed. “But you’re my sponsor now, we should try and keep things…”

“Non sexual.” you laughed.

“Exactly.” he agreed. “I need to focus on my recovery right now. But if things don’t change...if these feelings don’t change…”

“They won’t.” you assured him. 

“I’m going to make you a promise.” he was still cupping your face like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. “When I get my ninety day sober chip...you and I…”

“It's a date.” you smiled. “We should get to your place so you can get some stuff.”

“Ok.” he agreed. He slid his hand in yours and you started walking again.

Ninety days couldn’t come soon enough.

***

Spencer’s apartment was exactly how you imagined it to be. It was dark but spacious, all browns and dark blues in colour. 

It was a complete mess which you assumed was a reflection of his mind right now. 

Books laid open everywhere. On the leather couch, the armchair, the table by the door, the bureau in the corner of the room and the floor. 

“Sorry, I haven’t had company in…” he tried to work it out but decided it would be too sad. “A really long time.” 

“It’s ok.” you insisted. “Right, shall we start with clothes?” you tried to focus him. 

He nodded and led you to his bedroom which was a stark contrast to the mess in the living room. 

His bed was neatly made with near military precision. There were no books scattered around, there wasn’t even so much as a glass on the bedside table. 

You sat on the end of his bed while he opened the closet and grabbed a duffel bag. He started taking clothes off hangers and neatly folding them into the bag. He didn’t know how much to pack as he didn’t know how long he would be gone for. 

“Five ties?” you questioned.

“I like ties.” 

“Spence, you aren’t going to work. I don’t know if you need five ties.” you laughed. 

“Fine, but I’m bringing one.” He took four out of the bag and then, “actually two.” 

You just rolled your eyes. 

You watched him pack, noticing most of his clothes were smart slacks, shirts and cardigans. 

“Do you own any comfy clothes?” you asked after a little while. 

Spencer seemed to consider this for a moment and then moved across the room and closed the door.

“I have this.” He pulled an old robe off the back of the bedroom door.

“It’s a start.” you shrugged. 

Next he went through to the bathroom for his toiletries; razor, shampoo and toothbrush.

He packed some books which he knew wouldn’t take him long to read, a pair of smart shoes just in case, underwear and socks and a few assorted scarfs.

“I think that covers it.” He said zipping up the bag a half hour later. 

His eyes glanced over the old chess set in the corner of the room.

“Do you play chess?” He asked you curiously.

“Uhm no. Never played.”

“We’re taking this then. I’m going to teach you.” He grinned before he started packing up the set into its box. 

“Sounds fun.” you smiled. 

Usually when Spencer talked to people about playing chess they groaned. You actually sounded as though you thought it would be fun. 

God this woman is something else. 

By the time you made it back to your apartment it was past ten. You made room in your closet for Spencer to hang his clothes and you consolidated your drawers so he could use one of those too. 

He added his toiletries to yours and his books to your bookcase. Your coats hung side by side next to the front door. 

You were officially living together. You’d known each other barely five minutes and you were living together, even if only temporarily. 

And Spencer was amazed by how normal it felt. 

“So, do you want to watch TV or read? Or are you as wiped as I am?” you asked him once all his stuff was away.

“I’m drained.” Spencer admitted. “Mostly mentally. Sleep would be nice.” He fell back to the couch but you frowned. You hadn’t thought about the sleeping situation.

“Spence, you are way too tall to keep sleeping on my couch. Take the bed, I fit nicely on the couch.” 

“That is categorically not going to happen.” He shook his head. “You are already doing so much for me. The last thing I’m going to do is kick you out of your own bed.” 

You thought about this for a moment. There was a perfect solution; you just weren't sure you wanted to broach it. You didn’t want to make Spencer feel uncomfortable, but you figured nothing about this friendship was conventional so what the hell.

“Hey, this situation is already weird as hell,” you began. “Let’s go for broke. Why don’t we share my bed? It's king size so we’ll have our own space. I mean don’t feel like you have to agree, it’s just an idea.” 

Spencer was blushing at the thought of sharing a bed with you. He wanted to, more than anything. But would he be able to keep his hands to himself?

“It does make sense.” He nodded. “I guess we could… give it a try.” 

“Ok.” you suddenly felt nervous even though it had been your suggestion. 

In silence you both headed to your room where you retired to the bathroom to change. 

Spencer had no idea what the appropriate thing to wear was when you were sharing a bed with someone who was a friend and a sponsor that you were incredibly attracted to. 

He settled on his boxers and an old t-shirt and he was under the covers before you came back.

You wore a pair of spandex bike shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

You shut off the lights and awkwardly made your way under the covers.

You laid on your backs at opposite sides of the bed. Maybe this was too weird? 

“It’s been a really long time since I shared a bed with someone.” you spoke up after a long silence. 

“Me too.” Spencer agreed. “A really long time.”

“Trust me, it’s been a really long time for me too.” you laughed, although you weren't so sure you were just talking about sharing a bed anymore. “Try two and a half years.” 

“Try seven years, two months, three weeks and four days.” 

You frowned and rolled your head to the side so you could look at him. He did the same and your eyes met even in the darkness. 

“Seven years?” 

“Yeah.” He chewed his lip in embarrassment. 

“Are we still talking about sharing a bed? Or-“

“Both.” 

You could tell he was blushing. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” He sighed. “The only woman I’ve ever shared a bed with.”

“Seven years ago you were-“

“Thirty.” He swallowed. “I was somewhat of a child prodigy. I graduated high school when I was twelve. I had my undergraduate degree at sixteen. I was much younger than all my classmates so it was off the cards then. And then I joined the BAU and my life became all about work I guess. I didn’t really have time to think about...sharing beds.” 

“You’re adorable.” you reached for his hand and held it. 

“I think the word you’re looking for is pathetic.” He laughed. 

“Definitely not.” you insisted. “You are truly and utterly adorable. And I feel honoured to share a bed with you. And this time I mean it in the literal sense.” 

“So two and a half years huh? I find that hard to believe.”

“How so?”

“You’re beautiful. Funny, smart, creative-“

“Picky.” you cut him off. “I’m picky. And my ex was...I don’t really want to get into it.” 

He nodded his understanding.

“If you ever want to tell me, I’m here.” 

“Thank you. One day. Just not today. One lot of problems at a time.” 

“Sounds good.” Spencer yawned. 

You found herself yearning to be closer to him and you hoped what you did next didn’t make him uncomfortable. 

You shuffled closer and rested your head on his chest, wrapping your arm around his stomach. 

You felt him tense a little.

“Is this ok?” you whispered. 

His body quickly relaxed and he wrapped a protective arm around you, resting his hand on your hip.

“More than ok.” He softly kissed your head.

“Goodnight Spence.” 

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

You both fell asleep within minutes, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep which was new for both of you. 

But you found comfort in each other’s arms. And you each dreaded the day it would end.

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loft music | tamaki amajiki

➳ tags ;; mean!reader, sub!tamaki, teasing, mild humilation, degradation, unprotected sex, the petname bunny n fucktoy, sweet lil ending, there’s only one bed, oh no!

➳ wc ;; 2.4k

➳ a/n ;; speed wrote this shit at 6am and it’s currently 9am. i haven’t slept...

edit: reposting cause it didn’t show up in the tags </3 

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He thinks you’re joking most of the time.

It’s to be expected of someone like Tamaki - all nerves, fear, anxiety. He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to believe someone like you actually means all the flirty things you say. Certain you’re making fun of him, he tries his hardest to let the commentary slide off his shoulders like he needs it too.

But it’s hard. You make him feel so frazzled. It’s so hard to pretend he isn’t bothered by your too close touches, the warmth of your breath, the feeling of your body pressed against his when you hold his arm on patrols. It’s like he knows - deep down, that you’re doing it to mess with him. He knows that you’re doing it to see him frustrated because you make that face when he squirms. It’s so evil and so mean and humiliating -

and so unbelievably arousing. It makes his breath catch in his lungs - his stomach twist and turn. It makes his entire body burn with desire and he hates it. He feels uneasy when he sees you - not knowing what thing you’ll do to string him along like before. There’s a restless that you’ve grown inside him - planted in his heart and lungs that he finds inescapable. He’s more afraid of it when you’re not there, on the days you don’t bother him at all.

He can’t understand himself. Why he’s so disappointed when you’re partnered with someone else on patrol. Why he goes home feeling extra miserable when you haven’t said something to push his buttons. It makes him feel like a puppy waiting for it’s master - downtrodden and depressed without your attention.

There’s the jealousy too. That bitterness in his mouth when that new rookie clings to your side with doe-eyes. It made him sick to see you pinch the newbies cheek with any kind of affection - ruffling his hair and throwing your arm around his shoulder.

It’s all unreasonable. And confusing. He doesn’t know how to feel about you and can’t determine how you feel about him. There’s not even anyone he can tell because how was he supposed to explain himself?

But he has to rid himself of this frustration somehow - manage it before he really breaks down.

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He knows for certain that being on this mission with you, alone - in this room with one bed, will not help him at all.

He cannot remember a time he felt this miserable. His heart damn near fell out of his ass when the receptionist told him about the mix-up. It didn’t help that he saw that little whimsical look in your eyes when you registered it. The faux disappointment and shrug. Tamaki doesn’t trust you at all, not one bit.

He figures he must’ve done something truly evil in a past life to deserve this. He’s expecting some kind of commentary from you given the whole situation when you enter the room. There’s a couch, and a desk. A singular lamp and a TV - and the bed is big but not big enough for two. Not big enough for you to sleep truly separate.

He awaits your commentary anxiously, as your eyes drink in the surroundings. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but he knows it’s not you opening the curtains and staring out into the city.

“It’s really a beautiful. Shame we’re only here for a mission,” ― you sigh, stretching your arms and yawning ― “I’ll take the couch tonight, by the way. We should sleep soon,”

His eyes widen. Did he hear you correctly?

“Sorry, what?”

You turn your head and blink at him, head cocked to one side. You blink a few times before knitting your brows together.

“Hm?”

“Y-you’re gonna sleep on the couch?”

You nod.

“Yeah. You’ll be using your quirk a lot tomorrow, so at least for tonight - I’ll take the couch”

Tamaki isn’t sure what he’s supposed to feel about it. He knows it shouldn’t be disappointment. He nods dumbly.

“Oh.. okay”

“Cool. I’m gonna get washed up and head to bed - I’m beat”

He watches you slink off to the bathroom, dumbfounded.

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You’re putting on skin cream as Tamaki contemplates your proposal. The only thing in the background is some TV drama - but the words are blurring. His head is racing with a million thoughts. You’re not even fazed - seemingly off somewhere in your own world as Tamaki sorts his own emotions out by weight.

Everything else, reason, shame, anxiety - is drowned by the most unpleasant feeling of disappointment he’s ever experienced. He’s trying his hardest to understand it but every time he tries - his brain fires off into question marks. Why the hell is he so disappointed? Shouldn’t he be relieved?

But he isn’t. He feels so uneasy he wants to throw some kind of tantrum but he can’t. He’s changed into pajama pants and a loose white shirt - his legs crossed on the bed. He chews his lip nervously. Why does he feel like this?

“Uhm, y-you know you should.. sleep on t-the bed with me. Uhm, since - we’re both gonna be.. uhm, busy”

What is he saying? What is he doing?

You pause, turning over your shoulders with your brow quirked. You mask your amusement, straightening your face.

“Oh.. uh - you sure? Won’t that be uncomfortable for you?,”

Obviously.

“No!”

You smile at him.

“Then.. sure. Let me know if I make you uncomfortable”

And with that you turn away to face the mirror - finishing the rest of your skincare and putting it away as Tamaki anxiously sets alarms on his phone and adjusts his side of the bed. He tucks himself in before you do - with his eyes closed, listening to the rustling of your movement. He waits and waits for what feels like an eternity until your body weight dips on the other side of the bed.

He can feel you. Your body radiating a pleasant warmth - the smell of hotel soap and your skin cream and whatever detergent you always use. He buries his face into his pillow to try and mask his burning humiliations but his mind feels so blank. If he moves an inch your bodies would be touching - the lights are off but the city is bright enough that it doesn’t matter. Tamaki shuts his eyes and prays for something. Not entirely sure what, but something.

You move around and bristle against him - and he flinches.

“Tamaki, you okay? Sorry about that -”

Your voice has gone low in the night, soft and gentle. He squirms. Unsure what to do with this leftover frustration, he hugs his pillow to his body and buries his face in it.

“‘m fine,”

“.. You sure? You seem kinda off. You can talk to me,”

Your assurance is gentle. It makes Tamaki feel strange. You’re lucky he can’t see you because your smile would give you away. He’s so obvious it hurts you, but you play nice. You can be mean later, soon so for now  - you play nice.

He doesn’t say anything - doesn’t know what to do with himself. His cock twitches pathetically in his pants and he freezes. His body runs cold with a shiver. You turn to face his back.

Tamaki feels like prey more than ever. Like most predators, you know when to sink your teeth in. He’s not exception not really. You scoot closer to him, voice just a whisper.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Tamaki?”

He can’t answer, but he shakes his head.

“No? Then what is it?”

You’re close. Too close. He trembles as your body presses against his back - let’s out a noise.

“Use your words, Tama - I won’t bite. Why do you feel like this, hm?”

Your hands hover above him. His body shudders. His voice hiccups, a sob deep within his ribcage pouring out of him. It becomes clearer than ever that he needs you to touch him. Shame blooms in his belly.

“I won’t touch you till you say yes” ― you sound amused, the kind he’s learned to recognize ― “If you want to go to sleep, just say the word”

He breaks. Shatters into pieces as a tremor tears through him.

“Please,”

“Please what?”

“Touch me, touch me please - can’t,”

Your hands come up under his shirt, pinching his nipples as you place a kiss to his shoulder. His back arches, whimpering as his eyes shoot open. Your breath ghosts along the nape of his neck, your hands settled at his chest.  

“Okay” ― you soothe ― “Turn around for me, baby”

Baby. Tamaki shudders as he flips over to face you. You reach over to flip the lights on - only a gap between you two. His brain feels like it’s melting - your face is so close to his own. You give him a small smile - eyes brimming with tears and expression burning red. You reach your hand to wrap around his neck and bring him towards,  kissing him feverishly. He moans when he feels your tongue in his mouth.

He kisses you eagerly, hands frozen at his side as your tongue explores his mouth. Outlines his teeth, brushes against his own - he melts into the touch. He whines disappointedly when you stop.

Your hand cups his face.

“You’re such a pervert, Tamaki” ― you grin, brushing your thumb against his lower lip befores ticking it in his mouth ― “Got so antsy without me. You like being teased so much?”

Not in a spot to deny it, he merely shuts his eyes.

“...why did you stop t-teasing me?”

You chuckle, kissing the shell of his ear as your hands slide up his waist, around his body.

“I thought you didn’t like it baby,”

He muffles himself, mumbling about how he didn’t think he did either. Your hand travels down, squeezes his hard cock from his pajama pants. Gasping for air, he moans and ruts into your palm.

“You like when I’m mean to you, Tama? Like when I make fun of you ‘n tease you?”

“Hnggh”

You hold a hand up to his mouth with a warm smile.

“Spit”

His eyes go wide as you blink at him curiously. A pang of shame hits as he spits into your palm weakly, watching through lidded eyes as your hand travels to his cock - just underneath his sweats. His hands fist the sheets as you pump him lazily.

“You’re cock is so red ‘n pretty, Tamaki”

“You’re ― hic ― you’re m-making fun of me”

“’s that why you’re so hard? It’s drooling all over my hand. You’re so wet - they’re gonna have to change our sheets in the morning” ― you tease ― “They’re gonna know how lewd you are bunny, so much keeps coming out when I touch you”

He shakes his head, grits his teeth. He can feel himself creaming into your fist, overwhelmed by your touch. His eyes are screwed so tight it aches. So lost in pleasure and the sound of your voice humiliating him.

“You like being my little fucktoy, bunny? Like when I treat you like a pet and play with you whenever I like?,”

“Aaah, aah - pl-please” ― he shakes his head furiously ― “can’t t-take it, please”

“Bet you’re gonna make the cutest face when I let you fuck my pussy,”

His eyes shoot open as he feels you scoot closer to him. You pull his pants down swiftly - your hand covered in pre-cum. He watches with wide eyes as you pull your own shorts down, a string of arousal trailing down your thigh. Tamaki watches it with hearts in his eyes, making you laugh deeply. It’s an affirmation that you meant everything you said - that he was making you like that too. It’s enough to make him sniffle.

He watches as you lift your leg up - tugging his cock towards you. It’s pretty - thin and long and so red it’s almost purple. Your cunt envelops it . Clit throbbing against the tip, Tamaki’s sure he’ll cum if he moves. You grind against him so slowly, bringing his face towards you.

His mouth drops open as you kiss him. His dick is twitching relentlessly at the way you gasp.

“Feel how wet you make me when you look all pathetic?”

“Can I please, nghh - can you please let me,”

“Wanna cream inside me, bunny? Wanna fuck me so bad you’d do anything?”

He nods rapidly. A silent scream leaves his mouth as you adjust - slide yourself right down onto his cock. You feel so much better then he could ever picture. Soft and tight and warm and wet - like pure fucking velvet. His hands dip into your hips for support. Through lidded eyes, he watches your hand come down between your thighs.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t - ‘m gonna,”

You feel him spurt his hot cum into you with a loud, broken cry. His throat, sored from exhaustion, doesn’t serve him any better when you start moving. Fucking yourself on his overstimulated, half-hard cock with face paced rhythm. Your fuckin his cum right back into you and he’s sobbing through the overstimulation. His mind feels so broken - so pliant and obedient.

“’s too much ― ! p-please, can’t”

“Shh, ‘sokay baby,”  ― you groan, meeting him in a kiss that manages to overwhelm him even more ― “Fuck, gonna cum, fuck”

The tension in your gut snaps like a rubber band and your whole body spams. Clenching down so tightly on Tamaki, he sobs. You’re whispering good-boy and other praises until you’re down and sobered from your high.

When you open your eyes - Tamaki is staring at you in amazement. His cock has gone soft inside you but you don’t bother telling him to pull out.

“You did so good baby,” ― you kiss the crown of his head ― “good job”

He feels small and warm under your touch. A blush forms on his cheeks, words completely failing him to express himself. You don’t make him. Brushing your thumb against his cheeks, you smile.

“I know I tease you a lot, Tama - but I really do like you,’

His eyes shoot up in surprise. He shrinks when he hears you giggle, flushing.

“I.. I l-like you too”

You chuckle, petting his hair and burying his face in your chest. You let your chin rest atop his head and nod.

“Then we’ll have to talk more tomorrow. Let’s sleep, okay?”

He blushes, embarrassed but content..

“O-okay..”

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[salemwritesxx]

𝓲𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭.

𝔹 𝔸 𝕂 𝕌 𝔾 𝕆 𝕌  𝕂 𝔸 𝕋 𝕊 𝕌 𝕂 𝕀

     ⇴ male reader [22, virgin]      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: Bakugou is a 34 year old pro-hero. He had been single since reaching his thirties until one inexperienced, young pro-hero caught his attention a few months ago – [Your.name]. For the past six months [Your.name] and Katsuki have been dating and without knowing it, both of them are struggling with their feelings and emotions, until it all explodes eventually.

↣ rating: / ↣ warnings: Age Gap (12 years), older Bakugou (34), shy virgin reader, cute, sexual tension, sexual things implied

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Standing in the kitchen, you were setting the table while your eyes wandered to your boyfriend every now and then. Bakugou was in front of the oven, adding finishing touches to the dinner he had cooked, not really realizing you were looking at him.

With a small gulp you hastily turned your head again and stared onto one of the plates, your heart racing and blood rushing down south – just by looking. Though, who could really blame you? Katsuki was, despite your age gap, so fucking beautiful and handsome, it was hard for you to keep your cool around him. It also didn’t help that you hadn’t had any sexual experience yet. Thus, you were even more sensitive to… simply everything.

“No! Think about something gross!”, you yelled inside your head, because one glance to your boyfriend made your stomach cramp with all the happy, fluffy feelings that were rushing through your body. (Together with the very horny, very desperate feelings that made their way down south.)

“[Your.name]?”, Bakugou suddenly called your name and touched your shoulder, hence a yelp escaped your lips. You were way too caught up in your own thoughts.

“K-Katsuki-san!”, you stammered, an instant jolt wandering down in your lower abdomen making you gulp. He was so close, smelled so nice, looked so sexy, the way his plush lips looked so soft, his muscles from all the hard work, his pecs and yet the small waist and just-

“Are you okay, [Your.name]? You’ve been silent for a while…”

“No!”, your voice went high-pitched, “I am completely fine!”

With a raised brow, Bakugou looked at you, the pro-hero not really convinced. You didn’t know, you couldn’t know, but your weird behavior worried him. He didn’t want to show or say it, but he was insecure.

“Okay… Dinner’s ready soon.”

“Okay! Thank you, Katsuki-san!”, with that, you quickly turned around and almost fled into the bathroom.

He wondered if you felt awkward due to the age gap.

Biting his lip, he also turned back to the oven. Since he was already 34, Katsuki hadn’t even wanted to date you in the beginning, despite there being obvious sparks between you. But, having a 12 year age gap was not something that could be easily overlooked – at least that’s what he thought in the beginning. Now, he was very comfortable with you, however, some things started to feel a little… iffy.

You had been dating for almost half a year at that point and there had been NOTHING sexual happening between you two. By now, he was rather insecure and wondered if you just simply didn’t find him attractive or too old. But then again, you were the one who was persistent until he gave in to try and date you. So why was it so different now, a few months later? Did you not like him anymore?

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to initiate things. Fuck, he hadn’t had sex in like four years after his last relationship ended horribly and he needed time to be ready again. So to be dating and not have sex was bizarre to him, because if you would just try, he would willingly jump you any second – but seeing you so passive, he worried he would overstep a boundary if he dared to try something. You were so much younger after all.

“Ugh! I fucking hate this. Relationships are way too fucking hard.”, he thought while quietly sighing.

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It all came crashing down a few days later.

Bakugou was freshly out of the shower and still drying himself, when he heard his apartment door being opened and your voice calling for him.

“Katsuki-san? I’m sorry for the intrusion, my friend just got me two tickets to-“, you said excitedly while walking into his home, however, stopped immediately when he came around the corner with a mere, short towel around his hips.

“Two tickets?”, he said so casually, not realizing how hard it was for you to stay calm as all your blood was rushing south.

“No- I- uh- uhm! I-“, you helplessly stuttered before turning around, literally about to just run away, when Bakugou, however, decided enough was enough.

And thus, he grabbed your arm, stopping you from fleeing yet again.

“Wait! What’s the fucking problem?!”

“No- it’s nothing, I just-“

“Kiss me!”, Katsuki then suddenly demanded, catching you off-guard.

You swore you were about to explode, but in the end, you complied and nodded. You WANTED to touch and kiss him, you were just too shy to act upon your pent up horny feelings. So once you stepped closer again, you leaned down to just peck his lips.

And Bakugou seriously thought you wanted to make fun of him. Thus, he grabbed your neck and pulled you down further, this time however kissing you fully on the mouth – hot, passionate and fiery. Thankfully, you immediately kissed him back and it truly seemed like you had relaxed a bit.

“Why don’t you stay the night, [Your.name]?”, he finally asked after pulling back, panting a little. However, he did not think your reaction would be so strong when you stepped back immediately.

“No, I can’t- I, Katsuki-san- and… uhm-“

And that’s when Bakugou simply snapped. Being rejected was one thing, but being rejected from the one who you were dating was definitely hurtful on another level.

“What’s your fucking problem, [Your.name]?! If you don’t like me anymore, just say it and LEAVE. I am done putting up with your shit. I am too fucking old for that!”, he was furious and yelled, before turning around and walking into the living room.

Now you’ve done it.

Your heart dropped into your stomach when you realized how stupid you had been acting the last couple of months, ever since that desperate horny feeling was taking over you.

“No! Wait- Katsuki-san!”, you hastily ran after him, “That’s not it at all! I really, really like you-“

“Oh really?!”, Bakugou interrupted you.

“Fuck, [Your.name], you won’t even fucking kiss me properly, do you REALLY think I am believing you??? Don’t waste our time and just be straightforward and find someone else who suits you better, huh?”

“Katsuki-san, no! That’s not it! I swear it’s not you, it’s-“

“Then what the fuck is it!?!?”

“I am a virgin!”, you then suddenly blurted out, cheeks flaming hot.

“Oh…”

“And you’re so hot and amazing and I don’t want to disappoint you with my non-existing skills and you’re probably weirded out because what 22 year old is a virgin nowadays, you know? Hahaha aha.. so-“, though before you could ramble on more and embarrassingly laugh at yourself, a hand on your cheek and soft lips on yours suddenly stopped you.

Once more, you melted into the kisses, your hands awkwardly placing themselves on his exposed waist. His bare skin underneath your fingertips felt absolutely amazing, you would probably short circuit if you were to touch him deeper.

“You’re so stupid and cute…”, Katsuki then whispered, all his worries and insecurities falling off his shoulders.

“You’re not… disappointed, Katsuki-san?”, you sheepishly mumbled.

“Why would I? I don’t fucking care. I was just… worried. Like you regretted asking me out and you weren’t into this anymore.”, now he was slightly looking to the other side, a soft pinkish hue on his cheeks.

“NO! I like you so much, Katsuki-san!”

Catching him off guard you suddenly hugged him so passionately you both stumbled back a bit and Bakugou’s little towel loosened and eventually fell to the floor. Which you immediately noticed due to the fabric landing on your feet.

“Oh…”

Though before you could pull back in embarrassment, Bakugou had cupped your face and kissed you – quick and soft, a mere peck really. But it made you stop in your erratic movement, even if your cheeks were warm and your [eye.color] eyes shimmered with embarrassment.

“So… how do you feel? Wanna stop running and finally try?”

“YES!”, the way your voice cracked and was all high-pitched was enough for Bakugou to grin widely – you were so cute.

“Good, because I was so fucking close to just jumping you in the next days.”, and with that, Katsuki pulled you down again, lips colliding and tongues meeting in a passionate embrace.

Your raging hormones were all over the place, but now that Bakugou knew, it was easier to let loose and not feel like you had to catch up to him. Because in the end, it was impossible to catch up on a 12 year old age gap, but at least today you could embark on your sexual journey filled with lots of love and lust.

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⇻ salem.talks: I just find shy reader and older baku so cute. idk if I will write the nsfw to this but I am kinda wanting to… see how experienced baku just completely wrecks yn hmmm so yeah let me know what you think!

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anon : seungcheol smut!Jealous sex, degrading, ass smacking definitely. just add anything y’know! maybe you were flirting with another member and he got jealous. thank you, I don’t really know how to request, second time requesting only. ❤️

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↠  summary :  flirting with Jun just to get your boyfriend riled up really wasn’t a smart move, though you thought it meant no harm at the beginning, you realised way too late that it was a very, very bad idea.

↠  pairing : seungcheol x reader

↠ warnings :  posessive behaviour, swearing, alcohol, mentions of drinking (no one gets drunk), dom!seungcheol, rough sex (he gets out of control heh), dirty talk, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, degradation, multiple orgasms, choking, hair pulling, spanking, cheol loves your ass alot, crying, biting, creampies, overstimulation, oral (male receiving), deep throating, cum eating, slight daddy kink, slight size kink, a bit of fluff in the end

↠ word count : 11.3K words

↠ author’s note : i know i took really long to post it and im sorry in every language that exists :-( i just got kinda carried away with this one (as you can see with the word count lmao) so i took really long perfecting it and editing. but i hope y’all love it and it makes up for the long ass wait !!

Another giggle passed your lips as you leaned on Jun, taking another sip of the red wine he had poured for you earlier.

You had come over to the dorms to spend some time with the boys, and of course, your boyfriend Seungcheol.

Currently, there was only Jun, Soonyoung, Vernon, Seungkwan and Seungcheol at the dorms, the rest being god knows where. You were a bit disappointed that you couldn't see all of them but at least you could see a few of them when they weren't busy or not at home.

"Hey you two! Let's do something together, this is so unfair you can't have her all to yourself Jun!" Soonyoung whined loudly, looking at both of you in annoyance.

You were all spread out, Vernon and Seungkwan and Soonyoung were sprawled on the couch, You and Jun were sitting on the floor, and your boyfriend was somewhere in the kitchen...his hard stare on you being oblivious to you.

"Come join us then," you said, patting the seat next to you.

You suddenly felt bad for them, you and Jun had been so lost in each other's conversations that you had almost forgotten about the rest.

"No ew...I don't even get what's so funny about him, I make the better jokes," Seungkwan huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"You mean your over the top drama? She laughs because I'm actually funny," Jun shot, making you chuckle.

"Okay guys that's enough...let's do something together like Soonyoung suggested," you said, before their conversation got any more heated.

You leaned your back against the couch as you took the last sip of your wine.

"Want more?" Jun asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh no that's enough...I just finished my second glass," you said, placing your empty glass on the coffee table.

"So guys, what do you want to do?" Jun asked, looking up at the guys who were still laying on the couch.

"I don't know..." Soonyoung trailed off, making you smile.

"Wow....so you bother us and go on about how you wanna do something together but you have no idea on what to do?" Jun said, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Yeah well I didn't care what we did it was just annoying seeing you both so close!!" Seungkwan chirped.

"Fine, fine, how about....spin the bottle?" Vernon said, getting up from his sleeping position as he looked at us.

"Ah no, that's not fair on Y/N! And plus I don't wanna kiss any of you guys," Soonyoung said, pretending to vomit.

"You say it like we want to kiss you...I just wanna play so I can get the chance of kissing her," Jun said, winking your way as you blushed, hitting his shoulder softly.

Jun would be lying to himself if he said he never found you attractive, you always were to him, but he knew not to cross the line with Seungcheol, he respected his older friends relationship and he was happy for them- but he also envied him.

"Do you wanna die in the hands of hyung that bad?" Seungkwan asked, making Jun chuckle.

"Oh please...he doesn't mind, do you cheol?" Jun asked, cocking his eyebrow towards Seungcheol.

You look towards the kitchen area, your eyes falling on Seungcheol who had his gaze fixed on you already, like he had been staring at you the entire time. You bit your bottom lip, realising you had kinda been ignoring him the past hour since you were busy talking to Jun.

"What ever made you think I'd be okay with you kissing my girlfriend?" Seungcheol shot, his eyes finally leaving yours to glare at Jun.

"Come on now...it wouldn't hurt now would it? It's just a kiss after all...right Y/N?" Jun asked, turning to look at you.

"Uh..u-uhm..."

You looked down to your entwined hands, ignoring both of their stares on you..Jun wanting to know what you would say, and Seungcheol daring you to agree with Jun.

"This won't...end good I can feel it," you heard Vernon whisper to Seungkwan, making you agree...mentally of course.

"O-okay guys! Let's play truth or dare, everybody loves that game!" Soonyoung suddenly said, getting up from his seat on the couch to come and sit next to Jun.

"Yeah... teenagers do," Seungkwan mumbled, getting up aswell, before dragging Vernon up.

"But whatever...just thank you for lightening the mood!" Seungkwan added, joining you three on the floor, already forming a circle.

Soonyoung smiled, giving you a reassuring nod to which you smiled back, thanking him silently for saving you from the awkward situation you were in.

"Seungcheol hyung, you joining?" Vernon asked, before sitting next to you.

"Yeah, whatever," he muttered gruffly, walking over to where you guys were seated on the floor.

"Awh why did you call him? He's a party pooper!" Jun groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Seriously, who the fuck says that anymore?" Vernon snorted, making you laugh.

"Move," Seungcheol's voice broke away your laugh as you looked up at him, his eyes were on Vernon.

"Ah right, my bad," Vernon said, scooting more to Seungkwan's side so Seungcheol could sit between you too.

"Okay now that we're all seated...anybody have an app or something? Or do you just want to say random stuff?" Soonyoung asked.

"Nah I hate the apps, let's just say what we feel like saying," Jun said, making everyone nod- well except for Seungcheol, who was too busy being bored, he had only said yes so he could monitor Jun and you.

He trusted you, with his entire life, there was no doubt about that...but Jun on the other hand or any of the other members at that, they were his closest friends and he also trusted them...but boys will be boys and he knew he had to be careful in case any of them got a bit too, well....touchy.

"Okay then, who wants to go first?" Seungkwan asked, as you crossed your legs, your pleated skirt riding up your thigh.

Jun's eyes fell to your thighs unwillingly, as he swallowed thickly, moving his eyes away quickly before someone caught him...and what he didn't realise was, Seungcheol was watching him the entire time and had seen him catch a glimpse of his girlfriend.

Seungcheol's jaw twitched, as he grabbed your wrist before pulling you up quickly.

"What are you doing cheol?" You asked innocently, unaware of the looks you had just received.

"Your staying the night so you should be comfortable..and this will not keep you warm," he said, eyeing Jun.

"Oh you can borrow my hood-"

"She has my clothes so don't worry," Seungcheol snapped, cutting Jun off his sentence.

Jun bit back a laugh, knowing he was really starting to piss his older friend off.

You just stayed still as Seungcheol dragged you from the lounge area and into the corridor to his room.

He locked it behind you both, before turning to look at you.

"Did you really not have anything else to wear today?" He asked, jaw clenched tightly.

"I came straight here after meeting up with my friends," you said, looking down at your outfit.

"What's wrong with it?"

"What's wrong? It's so fucking short that anyone could see your ass with one bend of your knees," he shot, eyeing you angrily.

"Cheol calm down..plus I do look cute in it," you said back, as you bat your eyelashes at him.

Seungcheol sighed, ignoring you as he walked into his closet.

You frown deeply as your fingers curled into fists, was he really not going to compliment you?

"Cheolie..do you really not find me hot in this?" You sulked, holding onto his muscular arm that you oh so loved.

"Let go of me, I'm trying to find something for you to wear," he mumbled gruffly, making you whine.

"But cheol...look at me, you have to admit-"

He pulled your arm off him, before roughly pushing you towards the wall.

"What the hell Seungcheol!"

"Yeah, you fucking do look hot, so hot that I'm trying my hardest not to bend you over right now and fuck the living hell out of you so you never dare wear something like this ever again," he spat, catching you off guard.

"That's what you wanted to hear, right?"

"I-I.."

His hands trailed down your back slowly, his stare on you cold and hard.

"I've been watching you princess...so don't think I don't notice your flirting.."

His hands smoothed up and down your ass, making you bite your lip before you could let out a whine.

"I'm not flirting...I'm just being friendly," you bravely said as you felt his lips on your neck. He wasn't doing anything, just keeping his lips on your skin but that was enough to have your entire body burning.

"Don't lie sweetheart....I know you have a really bad habit of pissing me off....so if I were you, I would stop being so flirty with my friends or you'll really get it from me..understand?" He growled, making you nod.

"Words sweetheart," he warned, moving away from your neck to look at your flushed face.

You smirked, before replying innocently. "I understand, daddy."

Seungcheol's eyes visibly darkened, as he licked his lips.

"I wouldn't play like that with me darling," Seungcheol snapped, bringing his face dangerously close to yours.

"Cheol...my clothes," you reminded him, pushing him off you.

"..Right," he huffed, looking at you one last time before moving away to get out a hoodie and sweatpants for you to wear.

"You...wore this last time you came I'm pretty sure, it should fit," he mumbled, probably to himself as he took out a simple pair of black sweatpants, before handing it to you.

"As for a hoodie since it's cold...."

"Hah...speaking of hoodies...I have like five of yours still in my apartment," you said, smiling at him sheepishly.

He turned around, his eyes soft once again.

"Well good thing I have alot right?"

You both laughed, as he took out one of his most favorite hoodies.

"This one...you are not taking home...it's my favorite," he said, pouting at you.

"Why are you giving it to me then?" You asked, crossing your hands across your chest.

"What's mine, is yours right? Plus you'd look so cute in it, I only said you couldn't take it home because then I won't be able to wear it all the time since it will be at your apartment," he said, making you laugh.

"Alright alright, I'll return it to you before I leave...what a baby," you mumble the last line, but Seungcheol was quick to catch on.

"Who you calling a baby?" He asked, cocking his eyebrow.

"You, now get out, I'm gonna change," you said, already pushing him out of the closet door since you knew he would try and stay.

"Oh come on...I can't wait until those annoying men go to sleep! The least you can do is give me a show until then," he said, winking at you.

"Go away cheol."

You shut the door in his face, laughing at how he whined from the other side.

In the past year and a half that you two had been dating, Seungcheol always was really just a big baby. Seemed all tough from the outside especially since he needed to be a good role model to his younger member's, but you all knew he was just a huge softie when it came to people he loved.

But you and his friends knew very well that if was to ever get mad, he would be very mad.

And that's why you loved ganging up with them to piss him off, see what would throw him off exactly.

He was like a bear in your opinion, soft and cuddly, but scary too.

You sighed, pushing your thoughts to the side before changing into the clothes Seungcheol had given you. Once you were done, you opened the door.

"How do I look?" You asked, turning around once.

"Covered. You look covered. Thank god," he replied with no expression. making you huff as you turned away from him, already walking out the door.

"Finally! You took so long!" Soonyoung yelled.

"Sorry guys, it took a while finding something I wanted to wear," you said, sitting back down next to Jun on the floor.

"Well you look really cute, big hoodies look so good on you," Jun said, making me smile.

"Thank you."

You felt Seungcheol sit next to you, before he kissed your cheek lovingly making you blush.

"Now who wants to go first?" Vernon asked.

"I'll go first....Soonyoung...truth or dare?" Seungkwan asked.

"Hmm....truth."

Vernon groaned, "That's so boring can we only do dares?"

"Shut up for once that isn't how you play!" Seungkwan shot, as everyone laughed.

"Guys relax, it's just a game...and yeah kwan is right, and it's his choice on what he wants to do," you said, making Vernon sigh.

"Ah, fineeee."

"Thank you, now...Soonyoung....what's the dirtiest thing you have ever done..don't worry, it's a safe place and Jihoon isn't here so he can't bully you," Seungkwan said, as everyone turned to look at Soonyoung, waiting for him to answer.

"Ahh...well..do you mean sexually..or just..dirty, dirty?" He asked awkwardly.

"Any, your choice," Vernon said, making you nod.

"Uhm...eh...well I once didn't brush my teeth and lasted on chewing gum the entire day cuz I didn't want to be late for practice and keep you guys waiting."

Everyone's eyes were on Soonyoung, making him smile sheepishly.

"It's okay, I'm sure everyone has done that at lease once in their lifetime," you said, smiling at him.

"Have you!?" Seungkwan asked, disgust written all over his face.

"Honestly, I did it once in middle school cuz I didn't want to be late for an exam," you confessed honestly, scratching the back of your neck.

"God your so honest, makes me feel like being honest too...I have done that a couple of times," Vernon said, smirking at you.

"Ewww Hansol get off me!..Y/N I'll let off because I love her but you!?" Seungkwan squeaked, pushing Vernon further away from him.

"Hey don't bully him, we're just being honest here so Soonyoung doesn't feel lonely," You said, frowning at Seungkwan.

"Okay stop, why the fuck are we even having this conversation? Isn't anyone going to even bother asking Soonyoung why the fuck he chose that as something to say for a truth?" Jun suddenly said, looking at us in disbelief.

"Oh yeah true...but I guess it was good enough," Seungkwan said making all of us nod.

"Yeah it was good, if your lucky I won't tell Jihoon," Vernon said, sticking his tongue out.

"No stop, that man never leaves me alone to start with," Soonyoung whined, making all of us laugh.

"Okay shut up and just choose who you're going to ask next," Jun groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Right, um, Vernon!"

"Ahh...dare, cuz I wanna spice things up and I'm not a pussy," Vernon said, winking at Soonyoung.

"Perfect....I dare you to call Wonwoo and tell him you spilt something on his bed sheets," Soonyoung said, wriggling his eyebrows.

"That's not a dare....that's suicide," Vernon said, as he visibly shuddered.

"This is going to be fun," Seungcheol whispered in your ear, knowing very well how angry Wonwoo gets when someone goes in his room.

You nodded your head as everyone grew silent, watching Vernon closely as he took his phone out of his pocket.

"Okay...it's ringing," Vernon said.

"Put it on speaker," Soonyoung whispered, as Vernon nodded.

"Hey, what's up?" You heard Wonwoo's deep voice through the phone, making your heart beat fast, suddenly scared for Vernon's life.

"Hey hyung...where are you?" Vernon asked nervously.

"I'm out with a few friends, I told you guys before I left...is everything okay?"

"Uhm...I...I was in y-your room cuz I wanted to uh...borrow your....pen and I spilt juice all over your bed-"

"YOU WHAT!?" Wonwoo yelled from the other side, making Soonyoung start laughing loudly.

"This is kinda boring...wanna do something else?" Jun suddenly whispered in your ear, making you turn to look at him.

"Oh come on, why isn't it fun?" You asked.

"I'd just much rather be doing something else.." Jun trailed off, making you sigh.

"Alright...what do you want to do?"

"Hmm...let's find something to eat?" Jun suggested, making you chuckle as you nodded.

You got up, about to follow Jun to the kitchen before you felt someone tug at your wrist.

"Where are you going?" Seungcheol asked.

"I'm going to the kitchen with Jun, we're gonna find something to eat," you said, pulling out of his grasp before he could answer.

"I found ice-cream!" Jun exclaimed, waving the tub of strawberry ice-cream around.

"Is that the only flavour?" You asked, looking into the fridge, as your eyes laid on another tub of vanilla ice-cream.

"Yeah sadly we only have those two, let's have both though," Jun replied, clapping his hands.

You laughed as you took the tub of vanilla ice-cream out, before grabbing two spoons.

"Let's just eat from the tub?" You asked, making Jun nod with a smile.

You grabbed the strawberry ice-cream as he grabbed the vanilla one, and you both started to open the lid, quickly taking a spoonful into your mouth.

"Ah yes! This is exactly what I needed!" You mumbled, taking another bite.

"Yeah me too...tell me when you want to swap," Jun said, pointing to his tub of ice-cream.

You nodded your head, turning around to look back at the guys.

"So whats happening?" You whispered, as Soonyoung turned to look at you.

"Well he started cursing obviously...said a few...threats but we quickly told him in was a dare and now their having a conversation about food or something," Soonyoung said, making you nod.

"I'm surprised though, thought he would be running home by now," Jun said, making you laugh.

"That literally wasn't funny, why are you laughing?" Seungkwan shot, walking up to you guys.

"I'm sick of him stealing you away, come on, truth or dare was kinda getting boring already anyways."

Before you could even open your mouth, Seungkwan had taken the ice-cream from your hands and put it back in the freezer.

"Kwan why!" You whined, pulling at his sleeve.

"Let's do something together! How about karaoke?" He suggested, making you huff.

"Yeah fine, okay.....Jun come on!"

You and Jun went back to sit on the couch, as Seungkwan took his phone out to play some songs.

"He only asked for this so he could show off," Jun whispered in your ear, making you chuckle as you rested your head on his shoulder.

Your eyes suddenly flicked to Seungcheol, who was still sitting on the floor, his eyes fixed on you. You could feel his anger, even from feet away, but that only sparked a light bulb in you.

you wanted to piss him off, really bad. and all just for the fun of it.

You had your fair share of moments in making him mad yourself. Especially on days like this, when you decided to play around with his friends to get him jealous purposely, it always ended in rough sex that ended up with you not being able to walk properly the next day...but today, you wanted to see just how many buttons you could push before he finally snapped.

and oh boy, you were about to find out just how angry you could really get him.

You looked away smirking to yourself as you snuggled into Jun, pretending to completely ignore Seungcheol's presence as you watched Seungkwan start singing and dancing.

"Yo Y/N....hyung looks mad," Vernon whispered from beside you, making you look at him.

"I know...but it's funny," you replied, smirking at him.

"Guess your right, I'm gonna take photos of him for safekeeping," Vernon said, making you chuckle.

"Alright but be careful," you reminded him.

A few minutes passed of you and Jun just laughing at Seungkwan and Soonyoung while they sang to a duet, when you decided to get up and go get a drink.

"I'm gonna go get something to drink, you want?" You asked Jun and Vernon, as you got off the couch.

They both shook their heads, making you nod slightly before walking over to the kitchen.

Aa you were pouring yourself a glass of water, you didn't realise someone was right behind you, until you bumped into their chest.

"Can't you see where your walking?" You muttered at Seungcheol, moving away from him to place the glass on the kitchen island.

He hugged you from the back, his fingernails digging into your skin.

"You...have had quite the attitude with me lately, where is this coming from...hm?" He whispered darkly in your ear, as you looked at the guys to make sure they weren't looking.

"Nowhere..and what attitude, just cuz I told you to watch where your walking?" You scoffed, trying to keep your composure when you felt his teeth graze your earlobe.

"Don't act smart with me, you know what I'm talking about," he spat, making you smile.

He bought one of his hands down to your clothed core, while the other stayed firm against your waist.

"Was it nice warming up with Jun sweetheart?" He asked rather softly, but you knew all to well not to answer such a question....but today, you would.

"Of course it was, he was so warm and cuddly I just wanted to sleep in his arms," you sighed, pretending to be day dreaming.

He turned you around suddenly, pushing you against the counter.

"I told you before, do not push me, right? I don't know why you're being so bold today but keep stepping over the line and I'll make sure you really regret it," he growled, towering over you easily.

"Look cheolie...I don't know what your talking about but I'm really just being friendly, your just overreacting," you said, rolling your eyes.

His grip on your waist tightened to the point where you winced.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" He asked lowly, making you smirk.

"Yeah, I did, so what?" You asked irritatedly.

"Okay that's it. Get that pretty little ass of yours inside my room, now," he spat, making you scoff in disbelief.

"And what? You really think I'm just going to obey you like some puppet, go away cheolie," you smiled, kissing his cheek before pushing him away.

You smiled to yourself as you saw his shocked expression, and just as you were about to walk away, he grabbed your wrist.

"Then behave...next time, I won't be asking, I'll be dragging you myself," he warned, letting go off your wrist.

You scoffed, taking a sip off your water walking back to sit next to Jun again.

"He's still singing?" You whispered to Jun as you watched Seungkwan in shock.

"Yep...and next up is Soonyoung," Jun replied, sighing in annoyance.

While watching Seungkwan completely loose himself to a bunch of girl group songs, you saw Seungcheol from the corner of your eyes come and sit down next to you.

"Hey baby," he whispered near your ear, like you weren't just talking a few mere minutes ago.

He kissed your cheek before sitting back comfortably against the couch, his hand coming up to rest on your thigh, something he always did as a way to show you he was there- or at times like this, to just remind Jun that your boyfriend was right there.

A smile made its way to your mouth as you realised what he was doing.

You turned to look at him, before moving a little closer to his ear.

"Awh is cheolie scared Jun will take me from you?" You whispered, before looking away and back to Seungkwan, who was still dancing.

"Everyone here knows you belong to me, love, but I think your the one that needs a reminder," he whispered back with his jaw clenched.

You chuckled as you rested your head on Jun's shoulder, scooting more closer to him.

"Your really warm, Jun," you said, loud enough so Seungcheol would hear.

Jun smiled, figuring out exactly what you were trying to do, and he was happy to help...how could he ever say no to a chance of pissing off someone like choi seungcheol?

"Are you cold? It must be his hoodie that isn't keeping you that warm..I have this really warm one that would look so cute on you," Jun said, making you smirk mentally.

"Really? Can I wear-"

You words were stuck in your throat when you felt Seungcheol's grip on your thigh tighten, but you quickly cleared your throat.

"Yeah of course, I'll go get it for you," Jun said, making you push Seungcheol's hand off your thigh before getting up.

"Sit down," Seungcheol suddenly said, just as you were about to follow Jun to his room.

You leaned down, pecking his neck before answering. "Stop being so jealous baby, I just want to wear something warmer."

His eyes narrowed on you, as you heard him grit his teeth. "You want something warm, then let's head to bed."

You chuckled lowly, bringing your hand up to ruffle his hair before pulling at his cheeks.

"I don't want your dick, cheol," you deadpanned, before walking away.

Just as you got to Jun's room, he had already got out the hoodie he was talking about.

"Here, you can change in the bathroom if you want," he said, handing the hood to you.

You nodded your head before walking to his bathroom, and locking the door behind you.

Taking off Seungcheol's hoodie, you frowned a little, knowing he could be hurt that you took off his favorite hoodie that he wanted you to wear, just so you could play around with him.

Shaking your head, you decided to just go with it, knowing he most likely won't mind since he probably knows your just trying to get him worked up.

you should've stopped there.

You fixed your hair after putting on Jun's hoodie, loving the way it suited you, and even though Seungcheol's hoodie was keeping you warm, this one was too.

"Wow you look amazing in it," Jun complimented, as you came out of the bathroom.

"Thank you, I love it!"

He smiled at you before the both of you walked out of the door and back to the living room.

You threw Seungcheol's hoodie to his face, making Jun and Vernon laugh.

"You have guts I admire," Vernon complimented you, as Seungcheol slowly pulled the hoodie away from his face, his angry eyes throwing daggers to your amused ones.

"You fucking did not," he drawled, making you smile at him innocently.

"What? I wanted to wear it," you said, flicking your hair as you went back to sit in between Jun and Seungcheol.

Seungcheol sighed angrily, his fingers curling into fists. He always loved that you wore his clothes, because he could smell himself all over you, but now that you wore Jun's, he wanted nothing more than to rip it off your body.

"What's wrong Seungcheol, you don't look well," you asked innocently, grabbing his arm and snuggling into him purposely, knowing he could smell Jun on you.

"Stop," he warned, making you smile.

"Alright, I'll leave you alone then," you said, pulling away from him and hugging Jun, leaning your head on his chest.

"Hey Jun, do you want to sing together?" You asked, as Jun looked at you.

"Yeah of course, let's join them," he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.

You both started joining in on the song Seungkwan and Soonyoung were so immersed in, as you forced Vernon to join aswell.

"Cheolie come join us," you said, turning to look at him.

He didn't respond, just looked at you blankly, but you knew he was burning in anger.

You bit your lip, wondering if you really had just crossed over the line, you knew far too well that when Seungcheol got angry he was brutal and merciless.

Just to be safe, you walked over to him and sat on his lap before pecking his cheek.

"You okay?" you asked carefully, massaging his tensed shoulders.

"Don't suck up to me now, you've pissed me off well enough already...I'm holding you responsible for this, not him," he growled, his eyes never leaving yours.

"It was a joke cheol, lighten up," you mumbled, slightly getting worried for yourself.

"Get off my lap and go enjoy your fun while you can," he whispered darkly, making a shiver run down your spine.

You hesitantly got off, giving him a small smile before turning around and walking back to the guys.

Seungcheol's words echoed in your mind while you sang and danced, and as much as you tried to ignore them, they only made you grow anxious, but also a little excited.

go enjoy your fun while you can

You knew you should've tried harder and maybe even apologised, but the look he gave you when he told you to get off his lap was enough to make you obey without even a second to loose.

While you were busy in your thoughts, you didn't hear Jun call your name, until he carried you up suddenly making you squeal.

"You seemed zoned out so I wanted to wake you up," he said, laughing at your shaken expression.

"God you scared m-"

"Put her down," Seungcheol's deep voice made everyone stop moving, as they turned to look at him.

"Relax we're just having fun," Jun said, holding you tighter as you wrapped your hands around his neck to support yourself.

"Just put her down hyung," Seungkwan whispered, as I looked at Jun.

"It's okay Jun you can put me down," I said, we were so close I could feel his hot breath against my skin.

"Okay this is my queue I'm suddenly tired, good night guys," Vernon said, giving me a smile before running off to his room.

Jun smiled at you, before turning to look at Seungcheol.

"And what if I don't want to?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows at him.

Seungcheol got up, making you bite your lip as you realised this wasn't going to end well.

He put his hands in his pockets as he stood right in front of you guys. Seungcheol was beyond angry at this point, and mostly just pissed off at this moment with how his younger member was talking back to him, he wasn't going to let that happen.

"I think you've forgotten your place, but I'll ask you once more...let.her.go," Seungcheol drawled, his low dominant tone sending shivers down your spine.

"Jun," you called softly, patting him on the chest.

He sighed, nodding his head before putting you down slowly before Seungcheol grabbed your wrist roughly, pulling you to his side.

"Hey! Be careful!" You mumbled, trying to pull away from his grasp, but he only tightened it.

"That's enough for one night, it's already past 12, everyone go to bed," Seungcheol said sternly, making Seungkwan and Soonyoung nod, before turning the TV off. As much as they wanted to continue singing, they knew better than to annoy their leader when he already seemed so on edge.

"Look I'm sorry, okay? We were just messing around...she's yours and I know that," Jun said, patting Seungcheol's shoulder before winking your way.

"Goodnight guys," he added, before walking away.

You swallowed harshly when you heard Jun's room door open and close. Seungcheol was still not saying anything to you, but you could feel the anger radiating off him, as he was still looking straight ahead.

"Now you...." He trailed off, finally meeting eyes with you.

You bit your bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to dash out of the apartment before he could say anything more.

"Get your ass in my room before I drag you there myself," he spat, his voice laced with authority.

He let go of your wrist, making you rub the sore area as you nodded your head.

You feet walked for themselves as your mind clouded with nothing but regret, why did you even think of this stupid idea again?

You knew Seungcheol was right behind you from his heavy steps and slow breathing, his eyes burning holes into your back.

Once you were in his room, you heard the door shut behind you, before the faint sound of the lock perked your ears.

You didn't dare turn around, as you kept your eyes to the ground, not knowing how to get out of this situation.

should've thought this through huh.

You thought to yourself, before you were forced to shoo away your thoughts when you heard Seungcheol clear his throat.

"Turn around."

You did as he said, hoping he'd forgive you if you at least listened to him now.

"How long did you wanna keep that act up, hm?" He asked, as you looked down at your entwined fingers.

"I-I was j-just-"

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he drawled, making you look up at him slowly.

"I was just messing with you cheol, I didn't think you would take it that seriously," you bravely said, making Seungcheol nod.

"Hmm..well didn't I warn you before not to fuck around with me like that?" He shot, making you bite your bottom lip, not knowing how to answer him.

"Y-Yes....yes you did...I-I'm sorry," you whispered, trying your hardest not to look away from him.

He sighed irritatedly, eyeing you head to toe.

"Take it off."

"Huh?" You asked dumbly, making Seungcheol swallow harshly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Take off his hoodie," he spat, making you slowly nod.

You bought your shaky fingers to the hem of the hoodie, playing with it slightly.

"For fucks sake hurry up, or I'm gonna have to rip it off myself."

You quickly pulled it over your head, throwing it to the couch in his room before you covered yourself with your arms, feeling a little conscious since you were only wearing a bra inside.

"Good."

He started slowly walking to you, making you take a step back as you watched him unbutton the first few buttons on his shirt.

"Never, ever let me catch you wearing any of their clothes ever again, understood?" He drawled, a hand coming up to caress your cheek.

"O-Okay," you mumbled, as his hand on your cheek went down to your neck.

"So, why did you decide to piss me off so much today, love?" His voice was somewhat calm, which was starting to freak you out.

"I-I..."

"Loss of words I see? Well let me tell you what I think then.."

He pulled you closer to him, his hand caressing the back of your neck.

"Was it because you suddenly felt the need to get me angry just so you could laugh about it later?...well whose laughing now sweetheart?" He mused, chuckling at your facial expression.

"Or maybe it was because you knew, once you were done and we were alone...I'd fuck all the right senses into you, have you screaming while I showed you no mercy whatsoever.."

You bit back a whine at his words, the dominance in his voice shooting right down to your throbbing pussy.

"You knew god damn well not to piss me off like that, fuck around with my friends like a fucking whore while I was right.there...what did you get out of that anyways?" He spat angrily.

You kept quiet, which only pissed him off further. "Answer me."

"I-I...don't know...I just wanted to..a-annoy you..." You trailed off, your breath getting caught in your throat when he wrapped his fingers around your neck.

"Well darling...you definetly did get something out of it....and it's not going to be fun for you," he growled, his grip on your neck tightening.

"I-I'm sorry.....I-I w-won't d-do it a-again," you stuttered out, holding onto his hand on your throat.

"Oh you won't, and I'll make sure of it," he spat, before letting you go and dropping his arms to the side.

He moved away from you and sat down on the edge of his bed, before calling you over with his finger.

"Come here princess."

You swallowed harshly, before walking over to him slowly. You stood in front of him, waiting for his next order.

"Take off your...my pants," he said, watching you closely.

You slowly bent down, pulling his sweatpants down your body before shaking it off your feet.

"Good....now I want you over my lap."

Your eyes widened, knowing exactly what that meant.

"Cheol, look, I'm sorry and-"

"I said, over. my. lap," he repeated sternly, making you swallow harshly.

You climbed over his lap, your limbs starting to shake when he placed one of his big warm hands over your ass, smoothing over it.

"You've...made it quiet the habit to disobey me...especially in front of my friends...and I am fucking sick of it...but you won't do it again, right baby?" He asked you softly, his hands pulling at your ass, avoiding the area you needed him the most.

"Y-Yes I won't..I won't do it again, I promise," your lips quivered, bracing for the impact.

It was silent for a while, before you felt his palm make contact with your ass harshly, causing you to lurch forward with a cry leaving your lips.

"Yeah that's right, be as loud as you can, rooms soundproof remember?..but I think you would've loved it if it wasn't hey?" He drawled, smacking you once again.

"Sh-shit!" You bit your lip, as you felt the strong burning sensation spread.

"Did you enjoy warming up to another man right in front of me?" Seungcheol growled, before smacking your ass once again, this time to the other cheek.

You groaned in pain, your elbows giving out, making you land face first onto the mattress.

"Answer when you are spoken to slut."

You turned your face to the side, looking up at him. "N-No I d-didn't."

"And will you ever do it again?" He spat, his hand soothing the red skin.

"Depends," you mumbled, smirking devilishly as you looked up at him.

His clenched his jaw, as his hands crawled up your skin and to your hair, pulling on it as you screamed.

"Guess I'll have to keep going until I get a satisfied answer from you then."

Your eyes shut tightly as another hard hit landed on your already aching cheeks.

It only got worse from there, as his hits got harder, and faster, as you cried in pain.

Your lower body suddenly felt numb, as Seungcheol stopped.

"Now try again....will you ever let a man that close to you ever again?"

You shook your head vigorously, "N-No never."

Seungcheol chuckled, his grip tightening on your hair.

"Good." He whispered, dragging his finger down your clothed core, chuckling deeply at how wet you were.

"What a fucking slut...are you seriously wet from this?"

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks as you refused to look at him.

"Or are you wet from flirting with Jun from before," he drawled, pulling your panties down roughly.

You didn't reply, which only made Seungcheol angrier as he spanked you again, making more tears fill your eyes.

"Tell me...while you flirt with other men and get close to them...do you at least remember who you belong to?" He asked, another loud smack landing on the same area as the last two.

You moaned loudly, finally feeling the pain subside a little as you only had the diritest thoughts running in your head now..but of course, your boyfriend had other plans.

He scoffed, "No answer, let's see if you'll talk after this."

Two of his fingers found your dripping entrance, before pushing into you roughly without any warning.

You mewled at the feeling of his thick fingers sliding into your walls, as you gripped the sheets below you.

"I'm not gonna move my fingers until you speak princess."

You groaned loudly, trying to push yourself on his fingers since he wasn't going to do it for you anytime soon, but as soon as you tried, he gripped your hair tighter.

"Don't even think about it. Now answer me."

"God Seungcheol, yes! I-I do remember who I b-belong t-to," you moaned out, when he added a third finger.

"Mmmh....you sure, cuz it didn't look like you thought of me before..." He trailed off, taking his fingers out of you before pulling your panties back on.

"Why-"

Your whine got stuck in your throat when he landed another hard slap on your ass, making you jolt forward in surprise.

"I don't like lies princess," he growled, rubbing your cheeks as you felt your sticky substance spread all over your ass.

"I-I d-did....think o-of you," you whined, wanting nothing more than his fingers stuffed back in your pussy.

"No, you didn't...cuz if you did you wouldn't have done any of that in the first place," he spat, before he smacked you once again.

A moan left your lips, as you bit your lip to stop any other sound from escaping, as Seungcheol tsked.

"Oh? I see my little slut has started enjoying this, thats not good."

In seconds he had pulled you up by your hair, making you stand on your wobbling legs as he let go off you.

"On your knees, hands behind your back."

You did as you were told as you looked up, watching Seungcheol pull down his sweatpants along with his boxers.

One of his hands found purchase in your hair as he pulled you closer. "You've found ways to piss me off the entire day, your smart remarks, talking back to me...so lets finally put that dirty mouth of yours to good use hm?"

You swallowed harshly, nodding your head as your eyes fell on his red tip, that already had a little bit of pre-cum dripping down.

"Remember, no touching, and if I see your legs give out even a little....I won't be nice," He growled, gripping your hair tighter as his other hand guided his cock to your closed lips.

He opened his mouth, signalling you to do the same thing.

You gulped, knowing he wasn't going to go soft on you by the angry look in his eyes that still hadn't faded. You opened your mouth slowly as Seungcheol almost instantly pushed himself into you.

You gagged around him when you felt him hit the back of your throat, your mouth stretching beyond comfort as he used your mouth without any mercy.

"Look up at me, I wanna see my cock in your mouth properly," he rasped out, as you moaned around his length.

You looked up, watching how his eyes stared at you so intensely that you almost felt enchanted by them, the beads of sweat rolling down his face his expression filled with pure pleasure. But you were bought back to reality when you felt Seungcheol push more of his length down your throat as you choked around him, tears starting to fill your eyes.

"L-Look at you now princess, not so strong anymore hm? God this is the only good thing your mouth can do," he spat, before a long moan left his lips when you hallowed your cheeks, sucking on him.

You wanted to touch him, so badly, especially since you knew your legs couldn't support you much longer, but it would only anger him more so you tried your best to stand up straight as he fucked into your mouth much faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck....you take me in so well babygirl..just like that, I'm close," he groaned, gripping your hair tighter as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

He went faster as you whimpered slightly, your mouth starting to burn at his rough movements. He pushed you forward right down to his pelvic bone, making you let out the most sinful sounds.

After what felt like hours of his torture on you, he finally released in your mouth, some of it sliding straight down your throat before he pulled your head back, more of his cum hitting your tongue.

He pulled out of you, giving you the look that told you to swallow everything.

Your chest heaved up and down as you swallowed, the strong salty substance making your body tingle.

"Open your mouth, I wanna see it all gone," he asked, his own breathing erratic as he looked down at you.

You opened you mouth, sticking your tongue out, earning a moan of appreciation from your boyfriend.

"Good."

You looked up at him with half lidded eyes, silently telling him to let you get up as your knees started burning, along with your aching ass that still tingled in pain.

"You're so messy," he cooed, wiping the saliva mixed with his cum that was all over your mouth and chin with his hand.

He pulled you up by your hair, making you yelp in surprise."You were so good for me...but don't think I didn't notice your legs waver," he whispered darkly, making your eyes widen.

"Ch-Cheol I-I-"

"On the bed, legs spread out," he commanded, cutting you off.

"B-But Seungcheol I...my knees s-started getting uncomf-"

"Are you really going to make me repeat that again?" He growled, eyeing you angrily.

You swallowed harshly, shaking your head before moving away from him, your shaky hands and legs moving down to lay on the bed, as you hesitantly spread your legs a little, barely.

Seungcheol watched you with predatorial eyes, scoffing at you.

"I said, spread your legs," he spoke through gritted teeth, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he watched you while he rolled the sleeves of his button up.

You hesitantly spread your legs even further your drenched clothed core on full display to Seungcheol's hungry eyes.

"I want it all coming off your body," he said, pointing to your bra and panties.

You were quick to comply, starting with unclasping your bra before throwing it to the side, before you pulled down your panties, flicking it to the side.

"I haven't even touched you properly, yet your soaked," He said, tilting his head to the side a little, his eyes trained on your dripping entrance, making you shut your thighs tightly together out of reflex.

"Ah, ah, ah....spread them out," he warned, making you bite your bottom lip, as you slowly spread your legs once again.

"Now, touch yourself."

You were shocked at his words, Seungcheol never let you touch yourself...so you knew something was up.

You looked at him with slightly widened eyes.

"A-Are you serious?"

"Was I speaking in french?" He shot boredly, making you gulp as you shook your head.

You bought your fingers down to your seeping entrance, glancing at Seungcheol once before dipping one of your fingers in.

You moaned softly, adding a second finger when you realised it wasn't enough, as you started a slow pace.

"Go faster," Seungcheol's deep voice reminded you he was still in the room, as you looked over at him with hazy eyes.

You went faster, throwing your head back as you moaned over and over again, forgetting everything around you as you just focused on making yourself cum.

You felt your walls clench around your fingers, as you let out a long moan, the coil in your stomache threatening to snap.

And just as you were about to come undone, your fingers were yanked out of you.

"Seungcheol!" You almost screamed, shaking your legs around as he chuckled.

"Go again."

You hurriedly stuffed your fingers back in once he let go off your wrist, slowly building up the pleasure once again. You bought your free hand down to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves to bring you closer to the edge, the need to cum growing stronger by the second.

You worked your fingers harder, moaning and shaking as you came all around your fingers. Your breathing was uneven as you closed your eyes, completely sated.

Your happy mood was quickly ripped away when Seungcheol grabbed your thighs.

"Did you enjoy that sweetheart?" He asked sweetly, but you knew better.

He ran his thumb down your gushing entrance, making you shiver.

"Yes..."

"Yes what?" He growled, pushing in four of his fingers into you at once as you groaned.

"Yes....d-daddy," you moaned out breathlessly.

"Hmm...so much cum," he whispered, nuzzling his nose into your folds.

He lapped up the cum that had seeped out of your hole while he started moving his fingers in you, making you moan softly, your fingers tangling in his hair.

He looked up at you, his lips glistening in your essence as he glared at you.

"No touching," he mumbled, making you nod before letting go off him to grip the sheets underneath you.

Just as you felt your release was close, Seungcheol pulled his fingers out of you, before crawling over your body as he licked his fingers clean.

You whined as you clenched around nothing, feeling empty without his fingers.

"Don't worry baby, you'll have something in your pussy in no time," one of his hands came up to circle around your throat, while the other stayed firm against your hip.

"Now I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you, and your going to listen alright?"

You nodded your head, as Seungcheol's grip on your throat tightened.

"Words, love," he warned.

"Y-Yes....daddy," you half moaned when you felt his lips graze your hardened nipple.

"I'm going to fuck you hard, tire you out so much to the point where you'll be begging me to stop...'cause that's what dirty whores like you want right? Well I'll gladly give it to you," he growled, flipping you over suddenly so you were laying on your back, your ass in the air.

"D-Don't be r-rough," you stuttered out, a shiver running down your spine when you felt the tip of his cock slowly circle your tight rim.

"You really thought I was going to go soft on you after that little stunt?" He asked, groping your ass as he spat in his other hand, rubbing it all over his cock as extra lubricant. He pushed his tip into you without warning, making you cry out for more.

"I see my little sluts getting impatient, hm?" He mused from behind you, before he landed a hit on your right cheek, making you hang your head down, moaning loudly.

"Seungcheol please," You groaned, as you tried to push yourself back on his cock, but he was quick to grip your hips, stopping your movements.

"Your not going to get it that easy...beg for it, slut," he spat, another smack landing on your ass.

"Daddy please.....I want you so bad," you whined, swaying your hips a little.

"Why should I give you what you want when all you've been doing tonight is disobeying me?"

"I-I'll be good, I p-promise...ch-cheol, please," you moaned out, as you felt your arousal drip down your thighs and onto the sheets

"You really are such a needy whore, you know that? You flirt with other guys, pretend like I can't see what your doing....and now your shamelessly begging me to fuck you?"

"N-No...all I want is y-you," you stuttered out, all shame leaving your mind, as the only thing that was running through your mind was Seungcheol fucking you.

He growled lowly before pushing into you completely, filling your ass to the brim.

"Fuck....d-daddy you feel so good," you moaned out, as your hands that were keeping you up finally gave out, as your face landed on the pillow.

"Such a whore...get up and look at me."

You did as he said, getting back up on your shaking arms before turning back to look at him. His jaw was clenched down, and the look he had in his eyes was enough to show you how much of a deep hole you were in.

"Tell me...could Jun or any other guy fuck you like this?" He growled, as he pulled out of you before slamming back into you with force.

You broke eye contact with him, as you hit the pillow below you once again from the impact.

"Answer me, or I'll stop," he warned, making you whine.

"N-No, cheol....n-no o-one c-could," you somehow made out, even with you mind all over the place, the only thng you could focus on being Seungcheol.

"Yeah thats right, no one could use you like I fucking do," he spat, smacking your ass harshly, making you choke on your moans.

His movements went rougher, as you felt the tears of pleasure blur your sight. "Ch-cheol, go s-slower."

You felt his hand wrap around your throat, before he pulled you up roughly, your back hitting his chest as your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the angle his cock was hitting you.

"Your in no position to be telling me what to do, so I suggest you just take what I give you, I'm pissed off as it is," he growled in your ear, before his lips found your neck, biting down on your sensitive skin.

A scream left your throat as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, feeling your release was close.

"Cum only when I tell you to," he whispered in your ear, before placing kisses on your cheek, which shocked you at his sudden softness.

"All mine, your entire body belongs to me...right babygirl?" He asked sweetly, snapping his hips harshly as you heard him grunt into your ear.

"Y-Yes...sh-shit cheol you feel so g-good," you cried out, the tears rolling down your face as you shook uncontrollably.

"I can feel you clenching, don't you dare cum," he warned, as his grip tightened on your throat, making you a little dizzy.

Tons of moans slipped from your lips, as you threw your head back onto Seungcheol's chest, screaming out his name.

Seungcheol's free hand went down your stomach, before his fingers slipped through your wet folds.

You let out a guttural moan, shaking your head as Seungcheol pressed hard circles into your clit.

"I-I need....to..c-cum plea-"

"Not yet, this is your punishment for not behaving properly...so if you want to make it worse for you, by all means...cum all you want like the slut you are," he seethed, before his lips went back to sucking dark purple and red marks into your neck.

"Cheol please!" You screamed, and without any other warning you felt yourself fall over the edge, the pleasure washing over you in waves as you moaned loudly, your body shaking.

Seungcheol growled angrily, pulling his fingers away from your clit before pushing you down on the bed harshly.

"Now your really pissing me off," he spat, pulling out of you as you sighed in content, letting your eyes close as you relaxed on the mattress.

He flipped you around, his fingers running down your entrance.

"Didn't I tell you not to cum yet?" He asked, eyes flaring at you.

You looked at him lazily. "I c-couldn't take it...I'm s-sorry."

"A sorry isn't going to fix this baby," he smiled at you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you towards him.

"Since my little whore can't seem to do as she's told, I'm willing to let you go on this one..."

"W-What?" You stuttered out.

"Since you want to cum so badly, let's see how much you can until you can't take it anymore," he smiled devilishly, as you felt the tip of his cock rub your folds.

A quiet moan left your lips, as you snaked your arms around Seungcheol's neck.

"Your not allowed to touch me, hands above your head," he spat, making you whine.

"Why baby...you love it when I touch you don't you?" You asked with a pout, your fingers raking down his arms.

"You don't deserve to touch me," he shot, grabbing your wrists and placing them above your head.

"Keep them there."

You nodded your head slowly, licking your lips as Seungcheol's eyes travelled to yours, before trailing down to your lips.

He wanted to kiss you, so badly, but he wasn't going to give in to you. Just the thought of Jun touching you was enough to have his blood boiling and all self control leaving him.

"Gonna fuck you so good, you'll think of this everytime you do so much as think of touching another man," he growled in your ear, before he slammed up into you roughly.

You groaned from the stretch, your walls sucking in his cock slowly as he moaned from above you.

"Shit fuck your still so tight," he hoarsed out, his lips finding your right nipple, before he had it between his teeth.

You felt him fill you to the brim, balls deep as you moaned into his ear from the feeling of being so full.

"Your hands are staying there, remember," he warned, making you nod as he completely pulled out, before pushing back into you.

Your fingers curled into fists as you moaned over and over again, Seungcheol's pace going faster by the seconds passing.

His lips bit into the sensitive flesh just under your collarbones, making you scream.

"Cheol what the fuck that hurt you idiot!" You angrily said, pushing his face away. Seungcheol was quick at becoming very aggressive when you guys normally had sex, especially if he was stressed or in a bad mood...or very pissed off at something you did like right now.

One of his hands left your hip to tangle in your hair, as he pulled on it, ignoring your angry eyes as he bit his lip, snapping his hips up into you.

You shook furiously, your orgasm quickly approaching as you threw your head back, tons of moans escaping your mouth.

"You enjoy being fucked like this doll? You love it when I use you like this don't you?" He asked, his mouth parting as you heard the ragged breaths that left his lips as he didn't slow his pace down. You nodded furiously, moaning out his name as you felt your release was close.

"Words."

"Y-Yes...yes I-I do, I l-love it!" You whimpered, your mind going blank as you could only focus on Seungcheol abusing your walls, and the sinful sounds leaving his mouth.

"Sh-shit cheol...y-you need to s-slow d-down," you somehow made out, as you felt him twitch inside you.

Seungcheol moaned into your ear, his hand in your hair loosening as he gripped your hips instead, his fingernails digging into your skin.

He ignored your words, his mouth sucking colorful marks into your neck as you cried out his name.

"Gonna fill you full of my cum, until it has no choice but to drip out of you...and then I'm  gonna fuck it back into you," he whispered darkly, another heavenly groan leaving his lips.

"That should teach a whore like you to remember who she belongs to," he added, looking at you right in the eye.

His eyes were a few shades darker than usual, the lust and hunger evident in them as he bit his lips.

"Open your mouth."

You did as you were told, staying quiet as he pushed in three of his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them happily, rolling your tongue around each digit before he was pulling them out.

"God your so hot," he muttered, bringing his coated fingers to your clit, before he started rubbing you roughly.

A garbled moan left your mouth as you came all over his cock, shaking in pure ecstasy while he rode out your orgasm.

He came soon after with a few more thrusts, his hot liquid filling you up as you shuddered from the warmth, closing your tired eyes.

You thought he was done when he started shifting and pulled out of you, but you were too tired to open your heavy eyelids to see. He placed one of your thighs over his shoulder, making your eyes shoot up.

"W-Wait what are you doing?"

"Who ever said I was done with you princess?" He asked, kissing your thigh before he was pushing into you once again.

"N-not more ch-cheol...I-I can't," you breathlessly moaned, the new angle making your insides tingle as you eyes rolled to the back of your head.

He snapped his hips, pounding into you deeply as he let out grunts and moans every now and then.

"Of course you can take more, that's what my slut is used for right? Taking what daddy gives her like a good girl."

"Please Seungcheol...n-no," your head started spinning as you lost all clear mind on what was happening, the pleasure being too much to handle.

"You love cumming like a little desperate slut without my permission, right? So come on, keep cumming, I'm not going to stop anytime soon."

Your eyes widened, was he serious?

The anger in his eyes was enough to give you the answer, he was genuinely still mad and you knew you had to make up for it.

"Ch-cheol...I'm s-sorry...s-so sorry I won't d-do that e-ever a-..again," you breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the pleasure shake through your body as you came once again.

"Told you I'd make you beg.." He trailed off with a chuckle, as his fingers thread through you hair.

"Tell me...who do you belong to slut?"

"Y-You....y-you Seungcheol!" You screamed, tears spilling from your eyes.

"That's right...your all for me, and me alone...am I understood?" He growled, making you nod your head feverishly.

"Yes...y-yes, yes," you mumbled, your thighs shaking violently as Seungcheol fucked you through your orgasm, the oversensitivity causing you to cry out for him to stop.

"I-It h-hurts stop!" You sobbed out, looking up at him through bleary eyes. His eyes bore back into yours with nothing but lust, as he continued his pace without any mercy on you.

The pleasure mixed with slight pain at his rough movements, leaving you breathless, unable to move, and shocked that he still had so much stamina to keep going.

you really had hit the wrong nerve tonight, one you don't think you'll ever risk touching ever again.

He placed your thigh back on the mattress, before his fingers went down to your aching pussy, before he started rubbing tight circles into your clit, abusing the already swollen nub. A sudden wave of sensitivity hit you, as you came once again, throwing your head back as you whimpered.

His lips leaned down to lick and suck at your neck, making sure to paint as many marks as he could so you wouldn't be able to cover it the next morning.

"Think of this, think of this very moment every time you decide to get under my skin," he growled in your ear, before he moaned lowly, ropes of his cum filling you up once again.

He pulled out completely, a sigh leaving your lips as you looked down at him, as he watched his cum mixed with your own leak out of your hole, as you clenched around nothing.

"You look so pretty stuffed with my cum princess...makes me feel like fucking you like this all night," he moaned, swiping his thumb up and down your entrance, loving the way you squirmed under his touch and how more of his cum only oozed out, dripping onto the sheets.

He bought his fingers to your mouth, forcing them in as you sucked them clean of his cum.

"Want more?" He asked, bringing his fingers back down to your entrance, pushing them into you and collecting more of his liquid.

You nodded your head, knowing you would only anger him if you didn't accept it.

"Now that's my good girl...you always need me fucking the right senses into you, don't you? Because now your being so perfect...just how I like it," he nuzzled his nose into your neck, as you sucked on his fingers.

He entered you again, making you look at him in shock as he took his fingers out of your mouth.

"N-No....not again," your voice broke as Seungcheol kissed your cheek lovingly.

"Just one more princess...one more and thats it I promise."

He connected his lips to yours as he started moving his hips, his fingers going down to play with your clit. He pinched the nub between his fingers, as you felt yourself get lost in pleasure once again.

The next morning you woke up early, even though you had slept pretty late- well more like passed out.

Even in your shaken and aching state last night, you remembered Seungcheol carrying you into his bathroom and running you a warm bath as he joined you. He had whispered sweet nothings into your ear, apologising over and over again if he had been too rough on you as he cleaned you up.

After a long bath, he tucked you into bed before snuggling with you.

You smiled at the memory, as you finished tying your hair up. You walked out of the bathroom, your eyes falling on a still sleeping cheol, his fluffy hair all over his face and his mouth slightly agape, soft breaths falling from his full lips.

Giggling quietly, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table before walking out of his room slowly.

The morning light shone through the windows into the dorm room, as you limped into the kitchen, you needed something hot, preferably tea to ease your aching muscles.

"Good morning," you heard Jun's voice, breaking the silence around the dorm.

"Morning," you said back, turning to look at him as you placed your tea bag in the cup of hot water.

"Your up early," he mumbled, yawning loudly as he stretched, making you giggle.

"Yeah...I got hungry...you want some tea?" You asked, pointing to your cup, making him shake his head.

"Nah it's okay, I just want some milk," he replied, walking to the fridge.

"Morning baby," you heard from behind you, making you jump a little.

You turned around, smiling once your eyes laid on Seungcheol's warm ones. Although you were a bit anxious to be near him especially when Jun was there, you still hugged him, before pecking his lips.

"Morning," you whispered, letting go of him as you turned back around to finish your tea.

"Good Morning Jun," Seungcheol said before wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.

You winced as his arms pressed into your aching skin, but you tried to ignore it.

"Morning hyung....slept well?" He asked, winking at Seungcheol before pouring himself a glass of milk.

"Very well, how about you?" He replied, kissing your neck shamelessly in front of him, making you squirm in his touch, your cheeks heating up.

"Yeah pretty good..." He trailed off, throwing a sly smirk at the both of you before putting his empty glass in the sink.

"Well I'm off to get some groceries, before the others come home to kill me...it's my turn for this week," Jun said, making you laugh.

"Wanna come?" He asked you, tilting his head a little.

You were about to reply yes but Seungcheol bet you to it.

"I'm taking her out somewhere so sorry, she can't come," he said, making Jun shrug.

"Okay, have fun guys..and Y/N...maybe wear something else," he added, before walking towards the door.

You looked down at Seungcheol's hoodie that you were wearing, your eyes growing bigger when you realised it failed to cover all the marks on your neck.

Seungcheol chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck making you laugh as it tickled you softly.

"Hey cheol...were you serious about going out?" You asked, as you felt him place kisses all over your neck.

"Yeah I was...I have a place in mind, your going to love it," he said, before kissing your cheek.

"Alright, but first can we go to my apartment so I can get some decent clothes?" You asked, making Seungcheol chuckle, his dimples on full display.

"Yeah your right let's go."