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violet211221 · 1 year

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Fireworks | Bang Chan

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♡ pairing: bang chan x reader

♡ genre: stable relationship, fluff

♡ word count: 3.4k

♡ short summary: your boyfriend Chan couldn't make it to a New Year's party, but he's got a surprise for you

♡ a/n: this one shot is based on this fake text as inspiration

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"I'm so sorry, baby. I haven't finished the schedule yet."

You look sadly at the messages that appear on your phone screen. You can practically see Chan quickly typing on his phone, huddled in a corner where no one can see him.

"I don't know when I'll get there tonight. I'm so sorry." he writes you again.

You look at the clock. It's 3:22pm, the last day of the year. You and Chan were supposed to go to the New Year's party of a small group of mutual friends, one of the rare occasions when you two show off as a couple. It's still early, right? You two have to be there at 7pm, there's still a chance that Chan will arrive early enough to...

"But you can go there if you want. You don't have to miss the fun because of me. I promise I'll try to get there as soon as I can."

Your hope is gone. Your boyfriend just subtly let you know that there was no way he was going to catch this party. And without him, there is no fun for you.

"Y/n?"

"I'm here, Channie. I just got out of the shower.” you type back.

You hate to lie to him, but you don't want to make him feel bad. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to go out with this man. You knew from the beginning how full is his schedule and you were never really upset when he canceled a date. The truth is that you love him so much that you always support his career.

"Don't worry, love. I will stay at home and wait for you."

"Are you sure about this?" comes his answer.

"Very sure. We can have our own party."

You think for a few moments.

"Please don't feel guilty. I'm really not mad at all." you add quickly, before he has a chance to type anything.

And this is the truth. You're not upset that you two don't make it to the party anymore. You are angry because you know Chan feels guilty. You know that every time he has to cancel plans with you, a small piece of his heart breaks and falls. And you would do anything to protect Chan's heart.

"I'm a bad boyfriend, right?" he asks you.

That's exactly what you feared the most. Chan is the best boyfriend you've ever had. Damn, Chan is the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. He is always kind and tender with you, always dedicated to you and your needs. Yes, he often cancels dates with you, but he always makes sure to make up for it. In fact, you are extremely proud of all the work he puts in. You have never met a person as hardworking as Chan. Work makes him feel happy and fulfilled, and you can only be happy when his career blooming right in front of your eyes.

"Don't be so hard with yourself, my love. You always try to take care of all of us. I could never consider you a bad boyfriend. You are the best lover and the most responsible person I know."

Chan's answer comes after a minute.

"I think I should be grateful to have you, baby. I should go now. I'll write you later. I love you."

You type back that you love him too, then leave the phone on the table. Considering that Chan will come home late, you assume that he will be tired and hungry , so you go cook something. Like any ordinary Sunday night.

Your phone remains silent for several hours until, finally, your lover's name appears on the screen.

"Put that cute dress on. I'll come pick you up in ten minutes."

You look at the clock and notice that it's not long until 11pm.

"But Channie, isn't it too late to go to the party?"

"You trust me?"

What kind of question is this? You have so much trust in him that you left your life on this man's hands.

"Always, Bangbang."

"Then put that dress on you and wait for me. I'll be right there right now. I have a surprise 👀"

You leave him on "seen" and run to do what he asked you to do. You practically throw your clothes off on the fly and you really hear the closet door crack when you open it with a little too much force. You take the purple and shiny dress off the hanger, you put it on and then you rush to the mirror. You don't have time for a new make-up, so all you can do is touch up the simple one you had on during the day. You had just pulled your hair out of your ponytail and were running your hand through it repeatedly to give it some volume when you received another text from Chan.

"I'll wait for you in the parking lot, right next to your car."

You don't know why, but your heart starts beating faster. You don't waste time. You put on your shoes and coat and head to the elevator. You can't help but wonder what Chan is planning. Judging by the fact that he is waiting for you in the parking lot of the residential block where you two recently moved, it means he plans to use your car, not just use it as a landmark for you. Which can only mean that he is preparing something really special. Most of the time, you two use the safe company car.

Because you've never been one to handle surprises well, you keep thinking about it as you make your way from the elevator to the car. But all your thoughts disappear the moment you see Chan.

He still wears the clothes he had on during his program. His black hair is neatly combed and his bangs are up, even if a few strands fall on his forehead from the effort he put in during the day. He is so handsome and you can swear he looks like a prince. Now not only is your heart beating faster, but it has practically skipped a few beats.

He smiles tenderly when he sees you and opens his arms to you, and you can't help but run towards him. His strong arms catch you when you throw yourself at his chest. Chan embraces your waist. He picks you up off the ground, spinning around with you a few times while you wrap your arms around his neck and giggle.

"I missed you so much, baby." he whispers to you with his face hidden in your hair.

He puts you down, then takes you by the hand, leading you to the passenger seat of the car. You would like to tell him that you missed him too, to kiss him and never let him go from your arms. But you don't get to do any of these things because Chan has already opened the door, signaling you to get in the car.

"We have to hurry. We don't have much time left."

You listen to him without saying anything more. You get into the car, and he closes the door and runs to the driver's seat. Your lover gets into the car and starts it without saying another word, paying attention to the exit from the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" you asked him curiously.

"Right now it's a secret."

"Why are you being so secretive today?" you say while practically pouting and kicking your feets on the floor of the car.

Chan laughs at your reaction. He always manages to bring out the childish part in you. Maybe because he makes you feel so safe? You don't know, but you don't complain at all. This makes Chan laugh, and you are absolutely in love with his laugh.

The boy looks for your hand, entwines his fingers with yours, then brings your hand to his lips. He kisses you softly, then quickly looks at you.

"You have to wait a little longer. You'll find out right away where we're going, okay? But I promise you'll like it." he assures you.

"So we're not going to the party."

"You said we could have our own party." He reminds you as his eyebrow rises provocatively, a smirk playing at the corner of his full lips.

Your stomach tightens in anticipation. The place where his lips touched your hand still burns, and you swear Chan can hear your heart beating. You two have been together for a long time, but he still has that effect on you. And something tells you that he will always have it.

"I hate you." you tell him jokingly, while you look out the window at the city that you quickly leave behind.

Chan's sweet laugh swells the inside of your car, along with your heart and the rest of your universe.

"No, you don't."

"Watch your step." Chan warns you, while he helps you out of the car. "Wait for me, don't take a step without me."

You are almost at the top of a mountain. Or a bigger hill. Well, you don't know exactly where you are, but it's an uphill road. And even if Chan climbed most of the way by car, it seems that you still have to cover a portion of the road on foot. A bumpy road, full of bigger and smaller stones, not suitable for your high heels. So you listen to him because the last thing you want is a broken leg and a visit to the hospital on New Year's Eve.

Chan makes sure the car is stopped and the doors locked, then he comes to you.

"Where we are? And what are we doing here?" you ask him again.

You look at your boyfriend as he can his phone from his pants pocket, looking briefly at the clock display.

"You will find out immediately. Come up." he answers you, then lifts you up in his arms easily. He starts with you up the road, cold steam coming out of his mouth.

It really is much colder than it was in the city, but you being like this, pressed against Chan's chest and his arms around you, his warmth surrounds you immediately.

"You're just not going to walk with me like this all the way." you say slowly.

"Actually, that's exactly what I plan to do. There's no way I'm letting you walk alone." he tells you, looking at your shoes."

"But I'm heavy.", you complain.

"You are light as a flake, baby girl."

You know this is not true, but Chan's power is incredible. And even if he couldn't carry you, he still would have found a way to do it. He is simply the kind of person who sacrifices himself for others. His heart is huge, and that made you fall in love with him from the first moment you met this beautiful man.

"The road isn't that long," he continued to reassure you. "I come here sometimes and run with one of the boys, very early in the morning, when this whole area is still deserted."

"Changbin?" you ask knowing that he and Chan are always gym partners.

Chan laughs.

"Binnie is not really the type who prefers to run. I come here with Minho. Sometimes Felix joins us. It helps us clear our minds and put our thoughts in order. It's the first time I talk so much when I'm on this road."

He laughs again, the kind of laugh he has when he remembers good times he has with his boys.

Chan really loves his friends. You don't ask for too many details about the life he has with them outside of your relationship. Chan tells you things from his own initiative. He is almost always out with them, so you always find out about a cute thing they have together. Being here, in a place that seems important to them, feels like a very intimate moment. It feels like when Chan just gave you another little piece of himself. And this is something that always amazes you. Despite the distance that is often between you, your communication is excellent and healthy. But still you have the impression that you always find out new things about him and his little universe.

"I think the sunrise is gorgeous from here. The last time we saw a sunrise was last summer, when we went to Australia together to visit your family."

"We can come here together. Is it good for you?"

You nod, looking at Chan with love in your eyes. He is always willing to fulfill your every wish.

"But I hope you will let me know in advance. I need to equip myself properly. Tonight I didn't even have time to put on make-up, plus if I had known, I would have put on something suitable."

"You don't need makeup." your boyfriend tells you. "Besides, I planned this in a hurry and ran off schedule."

"You did what?"

"I was afraid that I would not arrive until midnight. And I didn't want to miss this with you." he explained innocently.

"Chan..."

"I think we're here." he interrupts you, sitting down with your feet on the ground. He supports you, making sure that you are stable on your feet.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes." you answer looking around you.

You really are at the top of a hill, surrounded by trees and small rock formations. You want to face what you think is the edge of the hill, but he quickly covers your cheeks with his big hands, forcing you to stay in place.

"Don't come back yet. Listen to me first." he begins.

Chan moves his hands away, and the cold attacks his cheeks. You want to tell him to touch you again because nothing in the world feels better than his touch, but you remain silent because you see him notice how his red ears from the cold get redder. His lips purse into an adorable line, and he claps his hands in tiny a few times. You try to catch his eyes, but Chan avoids it by looking at your shoes. There are clear signs that he is emotional and trying to gather courage.

"Channie? What's going on?"

Chan clears his voice, then holds out his hands to you, waiting for you to offer yours. It looks like a little boy getting ready to kiss his girlfriend for the first time.

"I want to apologize for bringing you here like this. It was crazy, but I have to do this."

"Channie, this is not..." you try to say.

"Please, let me talk or I'll run all the way back to the studio and lock myself in there." he says, even looking like he's about to do it.

You laugh, what he makes him laugh and relax. As you laugh, you cover your mouth with your hand, but he hurries to remove it.

"I love your smile, so let me see it, please. In fact, you are absolutely stunning. This dress looks incredible on you and deserves to be seen on a special occasion. But I messed it up, so you didn't have the chance. So I improvised."

Chan stops for a moment, putting his hand in one of his coat pockets. He takes out a small black box from there, which almost makes your heart stop. You look at Chan in shock, eyes wide in amazement. He chuckles.

"It's not what it seems. At least, not yet." he explains, glancing at you to see what effect his words have on you. "But it's our anniversary in a week, so I bought you something. As you well know, I will be away on tour then, so I think this is a good time to give you this."

He opens the box, letting you see the contents. Your eyes find the most beautiful chain you've ever seen. You reach out your shaking hands for the small box, and Chan hands it to you. You touch the pendant in the shape of the moon, amazed by its beauty. Part of it is full of black crystals, while another smaller part is covered with white crystals. You lightly touch the cold and shiny crystals with your finger in the light of the real moon. These shiny things form the phase of the moon at the time you were born.

"You like it?" Chan asks you, and you nod your head because you feel unable to speak. "Turn it over."

You carefully turn the pendant on the other side. On the back of it you find your and Chan's initials, the date you two decided to become a couple and the phrase "I love you to the moon and back." Tears flood your eyes, and you hurry to hide your face in his coat. His arms embrace you, clinging to him and hugging you to his chest.

"Christopher, this is absolutely gorgeous. I don't even want to know how much money you wasted on something so beautiful." you say for tears of happiness.

Chan's hands find your cheeks again, this time wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

"Money spent on important people is not a waste. You are not a waste, you never will be. The money can be brought back, but what you give me is absolutely priceless." he speaks as he carefully removes the chain from the small box. He leans over you a little to put it around your neck, while you help him by holding your hair up with shaking hands.

Chan carefully places the moon pendant at the base of the space between your breasts, then places a tender kiss on your forehead.

"You want to know why I took this from you in the shape of the moon?"

"Because we both love it?" you try to guess.

"I mean, yeah. That's a reason too. But I bought this for you because... " he pauses, looking somewhere behind you.

The area around you is flooded with color, followed by a loud sound.

Fireworks.

Chan smiles widely, then takes you in his arms again and turns you around, finally facing the edge of the hill. The city unfolds in front of you, together with the fireworks show that takes place in the center of the city. The sky changes colors, the night becomes day. Standing like this, with Chan giving you a back hug and with the play of light and colors in front of you, you have the impression that you and your beloved Chan exist in the world.

"You are as stunning as these fireworks. You are the one who colors my life and every time I see you, I can't take my eyes off you. But I don't want you to be just a firework in my life." Chan unbuttons his coat, wrapping you both in it, then rests his chin on the top of your head.

"Then what do you want me to be?"

The fireworks show is still going on, so you basically have to shout to hear each other. But Chan seems to have another idea, for him he sticks his lips to your ear.

"My moon. I wish you to always be as present in my life as the moon is in the sky. Never disappear, even when I'm far away and I can't see you."

Chan's voice is low in your ear, and you're almost certain that if he didn't hold you in his arms, your knees wouldn't have been able to resist.

However, you turn to face him, clinging to him.

"Then you have to get ready, Bangbang. Because I'm willing to be your moon, your sun, or whatever else you want. I'm not going anywhere."

Chan's left hand finds the back of your head. His lips stick to yours, giving you a soft, careful kiss.

"Happy New Year, baby." he breaks the kiss for a moment, speaking the words against your lips.

Then he kisses you again without offering to answer him. And it's perfect. Nothing could make this night better.

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nochukoo97 · 1 year

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brother’s best friend (2)

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Summary: Jungkook brings oc back to his shared apartment, oc’s brother finds out oc escaped from home, but oc doesnt tell them about her previous relationship, jk and oc watch a movie together

Word Count: 1.2k

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“Y/N?” That’s the last thing you hear before your mind goes blank, jaw dropping as you notice Jungkook’s arm clad with many tattoos, and his eyebrow and lip sporting a piercing. “Y/N, what are you doing here? Wait- Have you been crying? What happened?” Jungkook bombards you with questions as he takes your hand, and your luggage and pulls you out of the alleyway, but you just follow him, still in shock at the sight before you.

“Get in,” Jungkook says as he opens the door to the passenger seat for you, watching you climb in still in a daze, before closing the door and chucking your luggage in the boot of his car.

You still remember when Jungkook first got his Mercedes, his parents had gifted him the car right before going to college and he had driven you and your brother around town with it for a whole day. That was the last time you had ever sat in his car, a little more than a year ago. You watch as Jungkook climbs into the driver’s seat, sighing before looking at your teary eyes and messed-up state.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” He softly asks, as if he was unsure how to approach your fragile state. “Had a huge fight with my parents and so I took off, but I couldn’t find any of my friends' places to crash at so I decided to sleep on the streets for a night.” You mumble as you shift your gaze downwards, not wanting to look him in the eye.

Jungkook oh-so-gently places a finger under your chin, forcing you to look back at his worried-stricken face as he uses his thumb to wipe off the tears rolling down your cheeks. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now, but you know something could have happened? Why didn’t you call me or even your brother?” The last time you had seen Jungkook this worried was when his mother was admitted to the hospital for food poisoning and was bedridden for a few days, so seeing the man in front of you staring into your soul with concern, made you a little shocked, you weren’t going to lie.

Perhaps it was the fact that Jungkook rarely saw you cry, as you grew up around many boys, your brother and his friends who would practically stay at your house, you learnt to “toughen up” and not show your weak side to them, the last time you had cried in front of Jungkook was probably when you had fallen down from the swings on the playground in middle school and scraped your knee pretty bad. But of course Jungkook was there to console your poor crying soul and bring you to the sick bay.

Just because Jungkook was showing massive amounts of concern and worry for you, does not mean you will open up and tell him about your breakup. No one knew about your relationship with your ex, only your best friends, Chaeyoung and Yeji. The last people you would tell would be your brother and Jungkook himself, you knew how overprotective they could be and if they had found out a boy had shattered your heart into a million little pieces, your ex would be long gone by now.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’ll call you next time,” You mumble in response as you peer up at Jungkook, who gave you a soft smile and told you to buckle up, before driving back to his shared apartment with your brother.

“Y/N?” You walk through the front door, seeing your brother, Hoseok, and five other guys, to which some you had recognised their faces, all gathered on the couch in the living room playing on the Xbox. Upon seeing your red eyes, your brother frowned, ordering you to go in the kitchen and to drink some water, before pulling Jungkook aside to question him on how he had found his sister at 11pm at night, and a million other questions Jungkook had to answer.

“It’s fine, I can take care of her, you go back to them or else they’ll be looking for you,” You overheard Jungkook saying to your brother as you drank your water. “Thanks man, just get her to sleep soon and it’ll be fine,” Hoseok said as he walked back to the couch.

After hearing their conversations, you couldn’t help but feel like a burden in this apartment, if you had maybe just been a better daughter, and just stay home and listen to your parents nagging, maybe Jungkook didn’t have to fetch you home from whatever he was doing, maybe you didn’t need to interrupt the guy’s night, and maybe you would save you parent’s some worry by not running away from home, with them having no knowledge of where their daughter had stormed off to.

But you also felt more at peace here, rather than if you had stayed at home, you could have ended up spending the whole night listening to your parents nagging and screaming at you for hours on end. But right now you just felt really guilty for troubling Jungkook who now had to take care of you like some five year old kid.

“Wanna watch a movie in my room? I still have that cooking show we used to watch when we were younger,” Jungkook chuckles as he approaches you, walking through the kitchen door. “It’s fine, I can go to bed now if you want,” You mumbled under your breath, but Jungkook still heard it, replying, “Come on, I know you aren’t one bit tired yet, it’s only 11 pm right now, plus I haven’t seen that show in ages!”

You end up agreeing, allowing Jungkook to lead you to his room, and he instructs you to sit on the bed as he searches through his downloaded shows. You look around his room, noticing some things that never changed, like his iron man figure on display next to his desk, or that Beatles poster that he had hung up in his old bedroom, and his electric guitar on display, mounted on the wall.

“Ah-Hah! Found it,” Jungkook clicked play as he turned back to face you, a boyish grin on his face as he made himself comfortable next to you on his bed, eagerly ready to watch this show with you.

You two spend the next two hours watching, or more so just you criticising how silly the show seemed now and Jungkook getting horribly offended by your remarks, but you now definitely did not regret doing what you did. Jungkook was surprisingly more comforting than before, he had made you forget all your worries and doubts, and somehow or rather, you ended up falling asleep halfway, with your head on his chest.

Noticing your still body, Jungkook carefully peers, trying to see if you had fallen asleep. Sure enough, when he had paused the show, he heard soft snores coming from your mouth, so he switched off the TV and pulled the blankets over the both of you, deciding to go to bed too.

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tunemyart · 1 year

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a/o folks, please enjoy another addition to my continuing vaguely-crackish 10-year follow up to The Wide Orbit, working title "three seasons* of elliot wondering where olivia's terrible husband is"

*it's actually going to be like a season and a half but it's a bit now

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When the door opens, he almost does a double take. “Alex Cabot,” he says, dumbly. Because it is Alex Cabot, older like the rest of them and looking completely unsurprised to see him.

“Elliot Stabler,” she returns, every bit as cocky as she’d been twenty years ago.

He bumbles his way through an I wasn’t expecting to see you, because what’s it been, Jesus, thirteen years? He can’t even remember the last time he thought about her. He assumed he’d never see her again. All the times he’d thought about Liv back in the States, it had somehow never even crossed his mind that she was back in touch with Alex Cabot, who he’d figured was still in Africa, or some even more remote place, trying to scratch whatever itch under her skin she never could seem to get to. But here she is, waiting a little less patiently for him to get his shit together.

“Sorry, that came out wrong,” he says. “How the hell have you been?”

She ducks her head and smiles, crossing her arms and leaning her hip against the doorjamb as she lets the door close most of the way behind her – that’s right, Liv’s kid is probably sleeping somewhere behind it. It’s an oddly familiar move, and when he places it he knows why – it’s Olivia he’s seen do it a million times.

“I’ve been good,” Alex says softly. “I came home from the DRC a while ago, quit prosecution. I’m doing pro bono work now in private practice.”

It’s great, it is, but all Elliot can think about is this jerkwad husband of Liv’s who apparently can’t even be bothered to be at home at 11pm with his kid while Liv’s on duty somewhere and has stuck Alex Cabot of all people on babysitting duty.

“Wow. That’s a change,” he says. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. Liv’s stuck on a case,” Alex fills in for him when she starts to read his impatience in his body language. Her eyes on him are steady and unoffended. “She’ll probably be at the precinct until late if you need to see her tonight.”

And Alex knows this because... she doesn’t expect that Olivia’s husband will be home before Olivia? Elliot tries to give the guy the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he’s travelling. Maybe he’s got work, too. Maybe he’s in the hospital. Maybe it’s just bad timing. God knows he’d stuck Kathy with the assumption that she’d have to be the on-call parent often enough.

“You know, I think I’ll just try to catch her tomorrow,” he says with a smile to mask anything else she might get off him; and then, because it’s true, he hesitates for a minute and says, “Hey, it was really great seeing you. If you’re free, do you want to catch up sometime?”

“I’d like that,” Alex says, but her voice is guarding something. Probably her loyalty to Olivia, if they’re really close enough again these days that she’s somebody Liv calls at night to watch her kid.

“No pressure,” Elliot says in case it’s needed. “I bet we’ll be seeing each other around, anyway.”

Alex laughs at that. “Yeah,” she agrees in a tone he can’t completely read. “I’m sure we will.”

“Okay. Take care.” Elliot hesitates, but is completely honest in saying, “I’m glad you and Olivia are back in touch.”

It’s because he’s known her for so long that he’s able to spot the pause before she says smoothly, “Me, too.” Her face is completely impassive when Elliot searches it curiously. She uncrosses her arms to reach behind her and push the door open again, and there they are – double rings on her left hand, too.

Has everybody gotten married while he was gone? Ten years, he guesses; why not? But the gap between him and his past – and more to the point, between him and Olivia – feels wider and more uncrossable than ever with Alex Cabot the sudden, strange face of it here guarding her doorway.

He can’t tell if Alex has noticed him noticing when he looks back up at her. “Good night, Elliot,” is all she says.

And Elliot, who can sometimes take a hint, says, “Good night,” and leaves.

#my fic #elliot is so. oh honey.#in a way he wouldn't actually be but i'm having fun #anyway ur author is tired of being sick send her good vibes pls <3 #the wide orbit

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hanisdaisys · 2 years

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When he comforts you after you had a bad nightmare .PSH.

Paring : Sunghoon!idol X NB!Reader

Word count : 0.8k

You and Park Sunghoon lived together as best friends. It was no surprise when everyone thought you were dating, he flirted with you and you flirted back. At this point I don’t think your relationship had a label. Everyone can believe what ever they want on your relationship. Tonight, what you did, probably changed the relationship forever. It brought you two closer and maybe you were closer to dating then friendship. You had no choice, you would’ve liked to avoided what happened tonight….

Usually you go to sleep around 10-11pm. Sunghoon comes home a couple hours later from training and would go to bed at 3-4am. This wasn’t something new and by now you were used to it. His room was right infront of you and he wouldn’t mind you using it, but when it was bedtime it was better if you both just went back to your respective bedrooms.

Tonight, nothing was new, you went to bed around 11:30 pm and quickly fell asleep. At this time sunghoon was probably still practicing or getting a meal outside with his teammates. At 12am, you were fast asleep,cuddled into a little cocoon in your bed holding on to your favorite bear sunghoon won you from the fair last year. Sunghoon came home around 3am, tired from practice. He got himself a glass of water before quickly washing up, he quickly got into bed but couldn’t sleep. So, he pulled out a book and read it while watching a show which was long forgotten since he was so immersed into the book.

What shocked him the most is when you knocked on his door, opened it and had your stuffy and pillow in one hand. You were visibly shaking and he was already worried.

“Sunghoon….” You let out a small whisper, your voice was shaking and so were you. Sunghoon quickly got up from the bed and made you sit on his bed. “What’s wrong babe?” He asked you while soothingly rubbing your back worried on what happened. “I had a nightmare, I’m really scared right now…. I’m shaking hoon I’m scared” you almost started crying as soon as you started talking “oh no sweetie, don’t worry everything will be alright okay ?” He tried comforting you… he wasn’t the best at it but at least he was trying…

“I want to go to sleep but im scared..” you said holding on his hand… “ don’t worry hon, I’ll take care of you okay?” You nodded “come on honey, let’s get you up and tucked into your bed” you let of a nod of disapproval. “Don’t want to be alone” you said with your head low, you were embarrassed that a nightmare affected you so much. “Oh okay that’s fine, let me tuck you into my bed” he made you lay down and went to close to light, making sure to open a night lamp so the dark wouldn’t scare you much.

He layed down next to you, not sure if this was the right thing to do. “ I’m here for you okay babe ?” He said one hand of you while staring at your eyes. “You’re really the best hoon I think I’m going to start crying” you said while hugging your plushie. ”Don’t cry hon , it’s okay, let it all out” he said “I’m so scared right now… I came to you before I had a breakdown” you said to him, you truly were scared and your happy that he was there “it’s okay sweetie, it’s not real” he said patting your hair.. “ it’s felt so real and as soon as I woke up all the emotions hit me…” you held his other wrist for comfort. “You want to talk about it ?” He asked you softly.

“No it’s okay hoon… but do you mind cuddling me… only for tonight” you said. This was probably a bad idea, but you couldn’t go back to sleeping alone and you needed him here. “It’s okay honey, I’m here for you, and of course I’ll cuddle you” he said, almost offended that you were scared to ask. “I’m sorry I’m crying like crazy, I probably look pathetic…” you said worried that you might’ve ruined your image with your crush… “it’s okay honey, we will get through this together… calm down and just cuddle me” he whispered.

You both scooted closer, your plush in the middle of you, as you cuddled. You hand hugging sunghoon, firmly placed at the bottom of his spine. One of his hands placed on your waist while the other is on your head letting soothing little pats. You were glad that he quickly took you in to comfort you… you were scared and worried and he quickly came to the rescue. You don’t know what your relationship was now, but all you know is your crush for him just got 10 times bigger.

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Adorable, but mainly ridiculous 1

Choi Beomgyu/ Reader

Friends to lovers; Best Friends; Mutual Pining; Fluff and Bad Jokes; Cuddles, Kisses and Confession

tw: a scene with aggressive drunk people

wc: 9662 (Chapter 1 & 2 in total)

Gyu🐻🤡: On a scale from 1-10, how adorable do you find me?

You: You’re ridiculous.

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, you already said so, but also adorable. Gyu🐻🤡: I need it more specific now.

You: Why?

Gyu🐻🤡: Don’t laugh Gyu🐻🤡: Writing some lyrics for the second melody

You: And you wanna include how adorable I find you on a SCALE?

Gyu🐻🤡: You know, you could just say 'Oh, how romantic, he’s writing a song about me'

You: You write a song about how adorable you are… You: Yes, really ROMANTIC

Gyu🐻🤡: … Gyu🐻🤡: That’s only one fucking line! You don’t have the context!!! Gyu🐻🤡: Come on :(

You: 2

Gyu🐻🤡: You always need 2 in your life, huh? Gyu🐻🤡: Good that my guitar and I are always ready to be your partners in a threesome ;)

You: YOU You: ARE You: RIDICULOUS

Gyu🐻🤡: But you love me, hehe :D

You: I should have listened to you when you warned me to not fall for you, now I’m stuck

Gyu🐻🤡: Mean!

You: :*

‘Damn it!’

The train was too late. There was no chance of getting home before 11pm now.

You took out your phone and dialed Beomgyu’s number. However he did not pick up.

Probably still at practice, you thought.

Annoyed you walked around the train station to find a bench that was still empty.

Bad luck must have conquered your path today, because every seat was taken and people did not bother to put their backs down to create some space.

How considerate, you sarcastically huffed internally.

You quickly made your way to a corner where you could wait in peace, away from the crowd.

The day was hot and the usual already unpleasant smell of the city met the sweaty masses of people. Therefore you welcomed the colder air that the vanishing sun initiated.

Slowly but surely the train station emptied and you finally sat down, exhaling in relief.

Your phone screen lit up and showed a message from your best friend.

Gyu🐻🤡: Just finished practice. What’s up?

You: Train got delayed, I’m stuck for 2 more hours, pkm

Gyu🐻🤡: pkm?

You: PLEASE. KILL. ME.

Gyu🐻🤡: Ah. No need to be so dramatic.

You: When not now when then?

You: This sucks. I just want to be home now :(

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll pick you up.

You: No need, thx.

Gyu🐻🤡: Why did you call me in the first place then?

You: Cuz I’m bored when I have to wait for so long. I just wanted to hear this sweet sweet voice of yours ;)

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll be there in 30.

Gyu🐻🤡: No whining that I don’T need to come!☝️

He stood by his words and went up to you half an hour later.

‘You didn’t have to.’, you said tiredly.

‘Give me your bag.’, he simply said and extended his arm to reach for your bag back.

‘Thank you.’

He walked you to his car and started the engine. Soft music started playing and the street lights passed by your window. Your eyes got heavy and you fell asleep.

‘Hey. Get up.’, a voice sounded close to you, while your body was shaken.

‘What?‘

‘Get up. We’re home.’

He loosened your seatbelt and helped you out of the car. Just when you wanted to take some steps, you stumbled, but he was quick to catch you.

‘Sorry.‘, you mumbled.

He was already carrying your bag, but he still circled his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to give you stability while walking.

‘Long day?’, he asked.

‘Yep. Thanks for picking me up. I really appreciate it.’

‘Hmm.‘

You arrived the door and he handed you your back.

‘Get enough sleep.’, he advised and turned around to go back to the car without any other word.

You: Thanks again for picking me up. Imma pay you back. Next meal on me?

Gyu🐻🤡: No prob. Yess! Free food!

You: What should I order for you?

Gyu🐻🤡: No order. I have time this evening, let’s go out together!

Gyu🐻🤡: If you want to :)

You: I have to get a lot of work done, but I’ll try my best to be free this evening :)

Gyu🐻🤡: Better hurry, I’m hungry!

You: I’m speed 🐆

‘Hey Speedy!’, he greeted, already waiting in the small restaurant.

‘Speedy? Could you like NOT come up with a new silly nickname every time we meet?‘

‘Sure, Silly.’

You glared at him, but being angry at him was simply impossible when he was smiling like this.

‘So, what you wanna eat?’

‘I already ordered.‘, he answered.

‘You could have waited for me.’, you exclaimed.

People busied themselves and the sound of plates and glasses that got carried around, placed on tables or picked op to be brought to the kitchen was audible.

‘You always order the same every time anyway.’, he explained plainly and took a sip from his drink that was already standing in front of him when you arrived.

’Maybe I wanted to try something new today.’

He crocked is head to the side and gave a look that said ‘yeah sure’.

‘And Odi can fly.’

‘Okay, okay. Thank you.‘

‘See? Is it so difficult to just thank me.’

‘No. I guess it isn’t.’

A glass of water got placed in front of you and the waiter excused that the food still needed some time, but since both of you did not have to be anywhere else soon, you were not bothered.

‘How was practice yesterday? I was kinda too knocked out to ask you.’

‘Wow. And I hoped I was saved from your smalltalk for once.’

‘Hey! Asking about your day is not smalltalk.‘

‘Practice was fine.’

Silence.

‘That’s it? Fine?’, you questioned.

‘Yep.‘, he said and took another sip from his drink, proceeding to inspect the bottle as if it was the most interesting object he has ever seen.

‘You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay.’, you said, unable to hide your sadness about the fact that he seemed to be hiding something from you.

‘It just wasn’t a good day and I was actually really happy to get out of there and spend time with you.’, he spoke, looking away from his bottle.

‘Well, then I hope my sleeping figure was a good company.’, you laughed, but added:’You can always tell me if something is bothering you. You can let it out from time to time. No need to always play the jokester, you know.’

‘Oh? Serious mode on?’

‘Yes. Just for this split second if you don’t want more.‘

‘I don’t want more right now.’, he said and focused on the drink again.

‘Okay. Hey, there!’, you made him look up. ’Your free meal.’, you smiled and he proceeded to smile as well.

Gyu🐻🤡: Thanks for the dinner again :)

You: No need to thank me. It was my thank you to YOU for picking me up in the middle of the night.

Gyu🐻🤡: It was just 9:30. besides I already said I was happy that I got to see you.

You: Rephrasing from ‘spending time with me’ to ‘Seeing me’? So, me sleeping is not that good of an entertaining company?

Gyu🐻🤡: Actually

Gyu🐻🤡: It is.

You: I look funny when I’m asleep, huh? Thank you for not waking me up with with your laughters then, haha.

Gyu🐻🤡: Haha…

Gyu🐻🤡: you’re welcome

Gyu🐻🤡: anyway

Gyu🐻🤡: Do you want to come over tomorrow? I wanna beat you in some games :D

You: Don’t you have to work?

Gyu🐻🤡: Nope, I’m free :)

You: Then I of course would love to! :D

Gyu🐻🤡: Great! I have your favorite snacks here ;)

You: I already agreed. No need for convincing me, hehe

Gyu🐻🤡: Hehe, true, true. Well, then sleep tight and I’m gonna see you tomorrow at 8?

You: Sounds perfect! Sleep well 🌙

You: We’re seeing each other 3 evenings in a row then. Make sure to not fall in love with me, haha XD

He did not text anything back that evening.

‘Hi.‘, he greeted you with a big grin.

‘No silly nickname? I must have given you not usable content.’

‘You want one?’, he asked while he let you in and closed the door behind you.

He followed you and waited for you to take off your shoes, leaning against the wall, his hand place on his chin to emphasize that he was in deep thoughts.

‘How about sugar mommy? All the free meals I get from you, hmmm, such a great sugar mommy.‘

‘Oh, shut up!’

You both walked giggling to his room.

‘I actually hate playing games.’, you confessed when Beomgyu stuffed one of the controller in your hand.

He abruptly turned his head towards you and gave you a look that showed a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

‘Why did you play with me so many times if you hate it?’

‘Because you’re funny when you’re that invested in something that I find ridiculous‘

‘Ridiculous? Are you just here to make fun of me or what?’, he said with a fake pout.

‘No. I also find you adorable when you’re incredibly happy about winning a game and since I’m really bad in them, you can win easily.’

‘Adorable, huh?‘, he said raising his eyebrows knowingly.

‘Ridiculous, I find you mainly ridiculous.’, you corrected.

‘Sure.‘, he stretched the word. ‘You find me adorable, you just said so.’

You rolled your eyes and began watching him playing by himself, not interested who happened on the screen, but purely happy with the situation.

After some time your eyelids became heavy again and you felt overwhelmed by the tiredness that accumulated over the week.

‘It's no fun when I can’t hear you whining over losing.’, he suddenly said out loud, turning around to find you laying almost asleep.

‘Oh, sorry.’, he whispered and put the controller down to be able to rob over to you.

He laid down next to you and placed his head on the same level of yours, two pairs of eyes meeting each other in an instant when your lids flutter open to see what he was doing.

‘Long week?’, he questioned and when you nodded, he immediately wrapped his arm around you and caress the back of your head softly.

‘Wanna stay here this night? I’ll make you the best breakfast ever.‘

‘You just want to make sure to get another free meal when I’m gonna thank you for letting me get some rest here.’, you mumbled, but still articulated coherently.

‘Damn right. You have good predictions. Maybe you should consider becoming a fortune teller.‘

‘Maybe.‘, you yawned.

‘Now just sleep. I’ll fight the monsters under the bed when they try to bother you.‘

‘Thank you.’, you whispered and he kept caressing your head, not saying another word, so that you could fall asleep peacefully.

The bedsheets kept rustling and you woke up due to the constant shifting of the body next to you.

‘Gyuu.‘, you groaned and tried to reach him to make him stop moving around by putting your hand on his shoulder. He did not stop, but he eventually woke up.

His eyes fluttered open and he sat up abruptly what caused you to wake up completely.

‘Sorry.‘, he he mumbled and got up to leave the room.

You waited for him to return, sensing that something was off. If you were honest he seemed off the whole week already.

The room was dark and the curtains not closed properly so that the light of the passing by cars could be seen on the wall here and there.

It was a calm night, no rain, no strong wind.

Beomgyu entered the room quietly and closed the door behind him, went to the bed and laid down with the back facing you.

‘You alright?‘, you whispered, looking over his shoulder in an attempt to see his face, but it was hidden in the fluffy pillow that his head was resting on.

‘Yes.‘, he whispered almost inaudible.

You did not believe him, but you also did not want to keep him awake unnecessarily.

Therefore you simply grabbed the thin blanket and pulled it over his shoulders, tucking him in carefully.

Once you laid down yourself again the weight on the mattress shifted unexpectedly again and suddenly your best friend was really close to you, his hands taking a hold onto your shirt, head nuzzling under your chin.

‘Can we stay like this?’, he asked with a shaky voice that broke your heart.

Now it was your turn to pat his head and play with his shoulder long hair in way that you knew would calm him.

‘Of course.’

‘Thank you.’

Gyu🐻🤡: You up?

‘Why are you texting me? I’m right next to you!’

‘Not so loud. The others.’, he whispered.

‘Is that why you’re texting?’, you said annoyed.

‘You turned around, I couldn’t see if you’re awake.’

At one point you had to get into a new position. You enjoyed having him so close to you, but your arms got numb and started to hurt right after the feeling returned to your limbs. You however could not fall asleep, too worried he might wake up again needing someone to be available to calm him down immediately.

‘I’m awake. What’s up?’, you said and faced him, your head resting on your arm.

‘Can we switch serious mode on for some time?’

‘Switched on,’, you said with a motion that imitated flicking a light switch.

He exhaled heavily as if he tried to ready himself.

‘This wasn’t’ a good week for me.’

‘I already thought so. What happened?’

‘Work’s not working. I’m not working well enough. I don’t know. Kinda don’t get the stuff done properly, so they cut my lines and sent me home earlier.’

You looked at him not knowing what to say. He was frustrated with himself and you could not just make that feeling go away as much as you liked to be able to.

He continued: ’I know I like what I’m doing, but at the moment I kinda feel stuck and that they limit my parts in the project isn’t helping. They said they give me more space to get inspiration and motivation again, but I feels like a waste of time.’

‘Hmm. You want me to just listen or tell you what my thoughts are?’

‘Your thoughts, please.’

‘First of all, they’re idiots for cutting your lines.’

He giggled and exclaimed: ’I asked for serious mode.’

‘I am serious.’, you whispered, pushing some hair out of his face.

‘Second of all, if you feel stuck maybe then you should distance yourself from the project. It doesn’t mean that you’re not doing a good job, it’s just that this particular piece is just not right for you in this moment. You can still work in a way that works well for you outside of the company building. If you want to of course’

‘I don’t know. My thoughts constantly circle around the same thing: How can I sing better? How can I deliver the lines better? Even out of work.’

‘Well, you’re in work mode. It needs some time to deactivate, but as I said- if you don’t want to, you don’t have to deactivate it. Just switch it up in a way that’s fun to you.’

‘For example?’

‘Play some guitar, just how you like it. Sing just how you like, rap, I don’t know. Just do what you feel like.’

‘Hmmm. It’s actually been a while since I’ve just sat down with the guitar. I honestly miss it.‘

‘Hmm.‘

‘Sorry. You’re tired. I should have waited till morning.’

‘No, it’s fine. I couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘Thank you. I think that was enough serious mode.’

‘Okay. Then I can now tell you my various plans on how to let those people suffer who dare to not let you sing. Did they even hear your voice?’

He laughed.

‘They did. It’s not special.’

‘I love your singing.’, you said and yawned.

‘And I love- love your incapability of resisting me. After all you find me adorable. Be careful to not fall in love with me.’

‘Shut up. Can we just go back to sleep?’

‘Of course.’, he whispered and threw his arm over you.

However he did not close his eyes like you did. He watched you until your breath got slower and steady and smiled, carefully caressing your cheeks.

‘You’re so beautiful, but your stupid ass thinks I’m laughing at you when you’re sleeping next to me, huh?’

You: Hey glue!

Gyu🐻🤡: Glue? Typo and you mean gyu?

You: Nope

You: It’s referring to you being stuck.

You: Don’t make me explain my jokes!

Gyu🐻🤡: Maybe you should come up with better ones then

You: Rude!

You: Anyways, how’s the guitar doing?

Gyu🐻🤡: You text me to ask about my guitar?

You: Yes. Apparently I am just using our friendship to get close to mr. guitar

Gyu🐻🤡: i don’t think you stand a chance. Guitar and I are very close and not up for a threesome

You: This escalated quickly

You: So you’re playing?

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, already got some good melodies together

Gyu🐻🤡: Wanna hear them?

You: YES! Send audios!

Gyu🐻🤡: I could

Gyu🐻🤡: Or we could meet in the park and I give you a mini concert

You: To rockstar glue, I can’t say nue

Gyu🐻🤡: …

Gyu🐻🤡: please stop

You: Are you quitting giving me silly nicknames then?

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, I will

You: good

Gyu🐻🤡: park at 7?

You: sounds perfect

‘So, what do you think?’

‘I like the second one the most, but all are beautiful.’

‘The second one? I expected you to like the third one best.’, he said and pulled some guitar strings.

‘Why?’

‘Just a feeling. Guess I was wrong.’

‘I like all, third one included.’, you clarified.

‘But you don’t think it’s the best.’, he stated.

‘Who cares what I think? They’re all beautiful and you came up with them, so it just can be good.’

He looked up and held eye contact.

‘I care. I made the third one thinking of what you might like, but I was wrong.’

‘I like it though!’

‘Hmmm.‘, he looked down again.

‘You know me better than I know myself, maybe I’m just wrong here?’

‘Wrong with your opinion?‘

‘Yep. You could teach me, maybe I see it then.‘, you suggested with a smile.

Suddenly he looked up, surprise written on his face, but he quickly recovered from his shock and scooted over to you, handing you the guitar.

‘You remember the basics?’, he asked circling his arms around you to place your hands on the right spots on the guitar.

‘Hmm.‘, you hummed while your fingers were placed on the guitar strings.

‘Why are yo shaking?’, he asked with a smirk, leaning in close to your ear what caused you to stiffen.

‘I’m not.’, you declined and cleared your throat, trying to concentrate on the instrument again.

‘Sure, sure.’, he agreed sarcastically and moved your hands to create some tones.

‘Here.‘, he said, demonstrating how to play the melody slowly.

After some messed up tries of recreating the melody you dropped your hand and leaned back against Beomgyu in frustration.

‘You were right for not adding me as a partner for a threesome, Mr. Guitar and you are better off without me here.’

He threw his head back and laughed ecstatically.

‘You did well. You just need to keep practicing and you’ll soon get the hang of it.’

‘No thanks. I rather hear you playing anyways.’

‘Your lazy ass needs some determination.’, he observed and put the guitar from your lap to the ground next to you to have space for giving you a proper hug.

He rested his head on your shoulder and you both sat there in silence for some time.

As if you just then realized how close you actually were you suddenly leaned away to get up.

‘I should go. It’s getting late and I have work tomorrow morning.‘

‘Yep.‘, Beomgyu plainly said and collected the blanket, snacks and his guitar from the ground and you helped him to stuff everything in his bag pack.

You made your way back and once arrived at the train station he reminded you to text him once you were home and waved a quick ‘goodbye' once you had a seat inside of the train.

Gyu🐻🤡: You home?

No answer.

Maybe the train was defect and she’s waiting for the next., he thought.

He looked up the train connections, but according to the internet there was no delay.

So, he decided on calling you.

‘Beomgyu?‘

Your voice sounded weird and worry flooded his body.

‘You didn’t respond my message. Just wanna check if you’re fine.’

The sound of glass splintering was audible from your side of the connection and Beomgyu panicked.

‘What’s going on? Where are you? Are you alright?’

He heard your fast steps and your breathing, the background noised seemed to be further away soon.

‘Gosh. Train stations hate me.’, he heard you saying after some second.

‘The fuck is going on?’

‘We had to leave train, because they needed to do something in there, I don’t know. But those drunk dudes that were waiting at the other rail were being annoying and thought it was funny to bother me.’

He readied himself to get to you while he listened to you talking. Anger built up inside of him when you mentioned those assholes and he was ready to punch them.

‘Are you okay? Are you away from them now? I’m on my way.‘

‘Yes, yes. I’m close by the restaurant area.’

‘Good. There are people, wait there for me.’

‘The train left. I missed the train again. Fuck, I hate this.’, you blabbered, but your voice was slightly shaking. Beomgyu recognized this.

‘I know, I know. I’m on my way. I-’, then the phone connection was cut off.

He quickly texted you.

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll be there in 45. Stay at the restaurant area!!!

Different from some days ago when he picked you up, he had to drive a bit longer since his dorm was further away than the company building. He just hoped that you were safe once you were surrounded by more people.

Train stations were dangerous places, especially when it got dark.

He found you immediately. You were sitting on a bench away from the crowd of people who enjoyed the evening while eating out, but still close enough to be able to reach them if those drunk guys decided on coming back to you.

Once you saw him you stood up and walked towards him.

With no hesitation he pulled you into a hug and hid you away from the world that bothered you this evening.

‘Did they do anything to you?’, he whispered trying to stay calm.

‘No. When I walked away they threw a bottle after me, but-’

He pulled away, gaining some distance to be able to get a proper look at you.

‘It didn’t hit me, just the ground.’

He nodded. He was so angry and scared, but he did not want to freak out, so that you had a chance to calm down.

‘Let’s go home.’, he spoke and held you close while walking to the car.

‘Beomgyu?‘

‘Hmm.‘, he hummed while he inserted the key.

‘I- Can you stay over tonight?’

‘Sure.‘

‘Really?‘

‘Rellay.’, he assured, starting the engine and driving to your apartment.

‘Take a shower. I make you something to eat.’

‘I’m not hungry.’

‘Okay.‘

He was not sure what he should do. He wanted to beat those guys up so badly, but he was aware that this would not make you feel better. To be honest he was happy that you asked him to keep you company. On the other side he did not like the circumstance at all.

When you were done with showering and stepped into the room wearing shorts, an oversized shirt and still having wet hair, he was in awe. He knew you were oblivious towards the impact your sheer appearance had on him, however he was convinced that it started to become obvious even to you.

‘You good?’, you questioned when he just stared at you, mouth slightly open.

‘Y- Yes. Ahem. Let me braid your hair, hm?’

‘You can braid?’, you laughed and plopped down on the bed next to him.

‘Yes.‘, he said while arranging his sitting position behind you.

‘Since I started to have longer hair I had a good opportunity to practice.’

Carefully he brushed your hair with his fingers and pushed it back over your shoulders towards him, transitioning to slowly separating strains to start braiding.

She must enjoy it, the way she’s leaning back, he smiled to himself and poked your back.

‘Hey, sit up straight! Otherwise I can’t do your hair.’

‘Okay…’, you groaned.

After a few more minutes he was done.

‘Thank you.’, you sang and turned around to face him.

‘Can I hug you?‘, he asked out of the blue.

You leaned in and threw your arms around him, but to your surprise it was no quick hug, no, he pulled you closer so that you were almost seated on his crossed legs.

‘Why though?‘, you asked.

‘Can’t I hug my friend?’, he whispered.

‘You can. I’m just surprised.’, you explained.

He strengthened his grip around you and asked: ’Can you please sit here?’

Clumsily you climbed onto his lap, accidentally hitting his head.

‘Sorry.‘, you said worried and caressed the spot that you hit.

Softly he led your hand down by holding it with his own, his thumb caressing your palm.

‘It’s fine.‘, he whispered, looking you deep in the eyes before he engulfed you in his embrace again.

‘I was worried when you didn’t text and then… your voice sounded so different and then there was this sound of shattering glass and you running and, and… Oh my god, you’re alright, aren’t you? I swear if those idiots did anything to you I-’

‘I’m fine. I really am… now.’, you interrupted him.

‘Not gonna lie, I was really really scared. I already don’t like waiting for the train in the dark, because there are always some unpredictable drunk people, but normally I manage to not run into them. I don’t know, but they were pretty aggressive today.’, your voice began to shake at the last sentence and Beomgyu felt your body tensing up in the memory of this evening’s confrontation.

He patted your head and assured you:’It’s over. You’re safe now.’

Your sniffles caused him to pull away in an instant to hold your face in both his hands and wipe away the tears with his thumbs. Nevertheless he could not take having even this little amount of distance between you, so he pulled your body back and let your head nuzzle into his chest without saying a word.

Once you calmed down and your crying stopped he pushed himself to the edge of the bed and got up to leave the room just to return a moment later with some tissues and a glass of water that he handed you right away.

‘Look at me.’, he whispered lifting your head gently with two fingers.

Carefully he let the fabric soak up the salty water around your eyes and gave your scalp a little massage with the other hand. Squatting down in front of you to be on your level allowed him to observe you from up close. This caused him not only to glance at your lips that seemed to be like magnets for his eyes, but also allowed him to see the goosebumps creeping over your skin and he stood up, turned around and grabbed the nearest sweater that he could find to hand it over to you.

‘Here.‘

‘I’m not cold.’

‘Oh, I thought you were freezing.‘

‘I’m not, but thanks.’

‘Ahm, okay.‘, he said awkwardly, ripped out of his trance that captured him when he was up close to you. He busied himself with throwing away the used tissues and refilling the glass in case you needed some water later.

‘Gyu?‘

‘Huh?‘, he realized he was standing in the middle of the room spacing out.

‘Thank you.’

He flipped his hand in a ‘It’s-nothing’ gesture and made his way to your bed to plop down onto the mattress.

You laid down next to him.

‘No joke about how ugly I look when I’m crying?’

‘Fuck!‘, he sat up.

‘Please, I can’t do this anymore! You look fucking beautiful when you’re sleeping, when you’re crying, when you just sit there failing on playing guitar, when you enter a restaurant, you always are so beautiful. And those idiots, I swear, I fucking swear, I’m gonna beat them up when I see them there again. No one is allowed to make you cry, no one is allowed to scare you like that. You’re gonna tell me when you’re waiting for the train in the future. I make sure you get home safely. You’re gonna call me the second you feel even slightly anxious out there or wherever-‚

‘Gyu-‘

‘No! You need to promise me this. You’re going to contact me the millisecond you need someone to talk to you. You contact me if you need me to stay over or if you want to stay over at my place or whatever- I-’

‘Gyuuu!’

‘I want you to stop making fun of yourself or expect that I make fun of you like this. I don’t pick you up to have someone to laugh about and I don’t want to spend time with you, because I want to laugh about you. I want to laugh with you and hear your laugh and see you happy and-…’, he stopped his outburst with teary eyes, realizing what he was about to confess.

‚Beomgyu...‘

You open your arms and now it was on him to snuggle into you embrace.

‘I just like you a lot, you know…’, he whispered, scared of your reaction and disappointed that he could only express himself with such an underestimation.

He felt your head on his and your arms tighten around him.

‘I don’t know when exactly serious mode got switched on, but I really, really, really like you too, a lot.’

He enjoyed this moment for a few more seconds trapped between your body and your arms, but then he pulled away, proceeding to place his hands on your shoulders.

‘So you were really not freezing, huh?’

‘Nope.‘, you laughed and blushed.

‘And you you really do find me adorable.’

‘And ridiculous, don’t forget the ridiculous part here, if you’re already stating the obvious.’

‘Mean!‘, he fake pouted for a second until he began to smile.

Ridiculously in love with you, like the biggest fool ever, he thought.

‘Good that you reminded me of that.’, he beamed and let his body hit the mattress energetically and opened his arms signaling you to lay on top of him.

He did not know how long you stayed in this position. The way your weight felt on top of him was just perfect and he got to caress your head, your face, your shoulders, your back, your arms and he got to play with your hands, your fingers as well as feeling them in his hair, on his face, caressing him too. It literally felt like time stopped.

‘Don’t go to work tomorrow. Call in sick. Take a day to rest.’, he begged without expecting you to agree. However that was exactly what you did.

‘Okay. Give me my phone, it’s on the shelf there.’

‘Didn’t think that would be so easy… Here.’, he handed it over and you quickly wrote an email explaining what happened at the train station and that you needed a day off.

‘Is it that easy to skip work?’, he asked while lazily dragging his hands over your upper back.

‘Yes, they’re pretty chill.’, you mumbled.

‘What time is it?’, he asked sleepily.

’One.‘

‘Hmm. Wanna sleep?’

‘Yes.‘, you said and yawned.

‘What you’re doing?’, Beomgyu asked surprised.

‘Giving you space to sleep?‘

He reached out to you, turning on his side and dragged you close again.

'No. Don’t need space, don’t want space. Want you close.’

He lifted his head and looked down on you.

‘If you want that too. We don’t have to. I-’

You tapped his head to make him lay down properly again and once he did you snuggled into him, holding him by his waist.

He understood and could not supress his smile, throwing one leg over you and collected the fabric of your big shirt until it hugged your body as if it would be your size.

‘Good night.‘, you whispered and he answered: ’If you snore I adorably kick you off the bed.’

‘It’s my bed. You’re ridiculous and I DON’T snore.’

‘Tell that your blocked nose.’

‘I will just use your shirt then.‘

‘Don’t you dare!‘, he giggled, ’It’s fine, your snoring is kind of relaxing.’

‘Please just shut up and let me sleep.’

'Only because you said please.’

He waited for you to fall asleep. He looked at you and even though he told you that he liked you a lot and you told him you felt the same, he did not feel like much changed. Nothing really changed and he kind of liked exactly that very much.

‘God! Why you have alarm activated?’, he groaned and searched for your phone.

‘Where is your fucking phone?’

‘What?‘, you asked half asleep, legs intertwined with his and trapped half on top of his body.

‘Got it!.’, he exclaimed in victory, deactivated the alarm, throw the phone somewhere on the other end of the bed and relaxed on the mattress again, laying on his back with arms and legs taking up the whole surface.

The blanket was lazily hanging over only one of his legs while the rest was wrapped around your figure. He did not care since you radiated enough warmth for him to be comfortable.

‘Great. Now I’m fully awake.’, he stated annoyed.

‘Sorry. Forgot to turn it off.’

‘I kind of heard that.’

‘Sorryyy.‘, you whined and nuzzled your face into his shirt.

He enjoyed this moment way too much, he thought. He loved feeling you close, especially in the morning. It was too cheesy to tell you again how much he liked you and he did not want to be so serious, but he was seriously in love with you and even though he did not directly deny it he did not confess it to himself let alone to you completely either.

‘We could kiss. If you can’t sleep anyway.‘, he heard you suggesting and thought he was dreaming, so he slapped himself in the face.

In shock you sat up and starred at him.

‘What the fuck was that for?’

‘This is a dangerous dream. I need to wake up or I go completely delulu.’

‘Excuse me, what?’

Now he sat up as well, facing you.

‘You can’t just boldly suggest that we kiss!’

Shock was written all over his face.

Dramatically you sank down onto the bed again and exhaled audibly.

‘Well, then I must have hallucinated you starring at my lips that often yesterday.’

‘I- I- I did not?‘

You pointed at him. ‘Liar!‘

He blinked a few times and decided if you could play this game he could do so more that ever.

So, he shifted his weight onto his arms that he placed left and right from you to hover right above you. The way you opened your eyes a bit more than the usually were and gasped slightly in surprise, showed him that you were not even closely as bold here as you pretended to be.

God, if she’s just half as weak for me as I am for her…

‘What if I did? And what if I keep looking at your lips- What will you do about it, huh?’, he whispered and smirked when instead of an answer he got to see your skin being floated by a shiver again.

‘Hmm, you’re always freezing when I’m this close? I didn’t know I was this extraordinary cool.’

You could not hold it in anymore and started laughing

He realized how silly he must have sounded and started laughing at himself as well.

‘Am I not cool or what?‘, he asked with a laughter, fully aware that he was far from being cool.

‘You are, you are!.’, you said with a fading last laughter.

He saw your eyes glimming in tear, but they were not tears like some hours ago, those were happy tears and just loved how happy and shiny your eyes looked at him.

Fuck, get yourself together, idiot!, he reminded himself.

‘You’re adorable.’, you whispered.

‘Not cool?’, he whispered as well.

‘Adorably cool.’

‘I think I can work with that.’

‘Hmm.‘

‘Look who’s now glancing at MY lips the whole time.‘, he smirked.

‘I’m literally not denying it.‘

‘Bold.‘

‘Don’t we have too much hair to be considered bald?’

He shook his head at your bad pun and blurted out: ‘Gosh, why do I love so much you when your jokes are the worst ever.’

You looked at him in shock and he realized what he just said.

Quickly he got back up and looked away.

‘Fuck.‘, he cursed.

‘Maaaan, what if I wanted to tell you first? You could have at least asked before you tell me that you love me.’, you said with a pout.

‘Please don’t joke about this.’, he said sadly, burrying his head in his hands so that his hair fell over it, covering him.

‘Beomgyu.‘

‘Hmm.‘

‘I love you too.’

‘I said you shouldn’t joke about this.’

‘I’m not joking.’

Finally he looked up, slowly turning his head towards you.

‘You’re not?’

‘No.'

He turned around completely, still processing what you said.

You both sat there with crossed legs as if you were about to gossip about the most recent news like always. It felt so similar, but so different, in a good way, in an exciting way.

‘Say it again, please.‘, he whispered and took your hands.

Without hesitation you repeated: ‘I love you.’

‘Fuck, I love you too, so, so much.’, he said desperately, squeezing your hands, because he needed to hold onto something to not completely fall.

He touched your face and caressed your skin gently, touching you to prove to himself that you were really right in front of him.

‘May I kiss you?’, he whispered, not because he was unsure, but because he felt like this moment was so vulnerable that even his voice could destroy everything.

‘I literally suggested it a few minutes ago.‘, you smiled.

‘That’s not a clear enough answer.’, he said seriously, still having is hand on the side of your head.

‘Yes, please kiss me.’, you whispered and gave his hand that you were still holding an assuring squeeze.

He slowly let his hand wander to your waist, pulling you on his lap while glancing from your eyes to your lips and back.

Once he had you as close as he needed you he held your face in his hands softly.

For the longest time you just sat there starring into each others eyes, in reality it was probably just a couple of seconds.

Your hand playing with his hair softly made him quit his trance and he slowly leaned in, holding himself back for a millisecond right before he could kiss you, just to proceed to place his lips onto yours as lightly as a feather.

His tongue licked over your lips gently what caused you to blush and smile, so he finally kissed you properly.

He held onto you the whole time, started with his hands holding your face first, but letting them wander to hold your waist, collecting the fabric of your shirt in his fists.

Even when you both pulled back to breath he did not let too much distance between your bodies.

He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

‘I so hope this is not a dream.’, he whispered.

‘Ouch!‘, he yelled and sat back.

‘You’re not dreaming, my friend.’

‘You need to pinch me for proof or what?’, he asked and started to tickle you.

‘No, please, not, Gyu.’, you exhaled between laughters.

He hovered over your flattened body again and held you down by your wrists.

‘Please, don’t call me friend.‘, he whispered seriously.

‘What else do you want me to call you then?‘, you whispered back.

‘Boyfriend? Can I be your boyfriend?‘, he asked quietly with big doe eyes, his hair hanging in his face due to his position, waiting for your answer.

‘Yes.‘, you whispered with a smile.

He let his body sing down on yours and snuggled his face in between your neck and shoulder, feeling your arms freeing from his hold and hugging him.

‘Wanna sleep? It’s still early.’, you whispered.

‘No. I’m just gonna wake up and think it was all a dream.‘, he mumbled.

Gyu🐻🤡: Yo, Sugar Mommy! Wanna get dinner together this evening?

You: Only if you pay.

Gyu🐻🤡: Ah, someone is in need of a Sugar Daddy.

You: That someone you’re talking about is your girlfriend and she needs food and not an insight to your list of kinks today.

Gyu🐻🤡: So food today and kinks tomorrow?

Gyu🐻🤡: Sounds like a plan.

You: Why again did I fall for you?

Gyu🐻🤡: Because you find me adorable.

You: …

You: When and where today?

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll pick you up from work at 8?

You: Make it 9

Gyu🐻🤡: Do they make you work longer again?

You: Yes, maybe someone shouldn’t have skipped work randomly.

Gyu🐻🤡: Was it worth it tho?

You: I’ll tell you when I see what we’re gonna eat later

Gyu🐻🤡: So you connect my worth with the food that I provide?

You: I’m hungry, so… yes.

Gyu🐻🤡: wow

Gyu🐻🤡: but okay. See you later :)

Gyu🐻🤡: I love you! :*

You: And I told you to be careful to not fall for me

Gyu🐻🤡: Could you just text it back? :(

You: XD

You: I love you too! ❤️

‘I have to go there by train tomorrow.’, you said while collecting the food on your fork.

‘No, I already organized an alternative for you.‘, he explained and took a bite from his burger.

‘You can’t prevent me from taking the train forever.’

‘That’s true, but when I can I am going to. No whining.’, he instructed and pointed at you.

‘Okay, okay. How was work?’

‘It’s getting better, I feel the recent songs much more.’

‘That’s great.’, you chirped and smiled at him.

‘Don’t do this.’

‘What?‘, you asked confused.

‘Being so beautiful. It just makes me wanna kiss you.’

‘We can do that later.’

‘You can’t just suggest that so openly!’

‘How can I not when your eyes are glued to my lips 24/7?’

‘They’re not!’

You looked at him knowingly.

‘So what? You’re my girlfriend. Can’t I look forward to kissing you?’

You smiled and took another bite, shaking your head.

‘What?‘

Now it was on him being confused.

‘You’re adorable and I love you, that’s it.’

He smiled and you two continued your dinner, talking and bickering like you always did. The only thing that changed was that your smile for each other was less hidden and that the random love confession within a conversation made you be silent in happiness for a brief moment.

Gyu🐻🤡: I love you! :*

You: I love you too! ❤️

#txt fanfic #txt imagines #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu imagines

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yourmoonmomma · 1 year

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Definitely want to hear about last night 😏🙃

HEHE OKAY I PROMISE IT IS NOT EXCITING ENOUGH TO WARRANT THE SMIRK EMOJI i just like to force you guys to hear about my boring life <333

So I texted Mik when I got home from work, to ask what she was doing. She said she was going to hang out with her friend Daniel (maybe? i might have his name wrong) from Twitter, but that she would LOVE it if I came, so she would ask him. She asked, he said that was fine. So I went to pick her up, we got booze, and went to his place. We get there, he has this adorable big ol pitty with a black collar with spikes, named Loki. A big suck, wanted to cuddle the whole time, thought it was a lap dog despite its size. BUT Loki is afraid of backpacks </3 so he bit Mik on the ass when she took her backpack off, and bit my hand when I grabbed her bag LOL

Okay sorry, quick break from my story to share that Jayson is currently listening to Christmas music?? Very loudly?? Anywho...

So we all have a drink (well I had a drink bc I was driving, while they had a few) and did some other shtuff. I was super uncomfortable though because while I'm sure Daniel is nice, he was very loud & just would not let Mik or I talk at all, and when we did, it's because he was texting on his phone, not listening. I texted Mik to tell her I wanted to leave, so she said we had to go to the queer bistro in town to meet a friend, and that we "might" come back. We leave for the bistro, meet up with Charlie, who was performing, BUT this guy from Fetlife, Michaelo?? I think? Idk, was there performing as well. He came over to chat with us after, which I hated as well, because it was like... almost 11pm and I was sober and TIRED. And also his convo topics were weird. He asked if I did anything for Mother's Day, which I scoffed at and said "no way" and he was like "oh why not?" and I was like ????? and then, when I just stared, flabbergasted, he said "Do you not have a good relationship with your mom?" Like BRO you can't ask a stranger that !

The bistro closes at 11pm on Wednesdays, so we left shortly after, and she picked up shtuff from Adam to bring back to Daniel's place, as she decided she did want to go back - though I was just gonna drop her off & head home. But the whole drive back to his place, he was texting Mik practically BEGGING for me to come back too because he thought I was hot & fun & cool & wanted to have a threesome with us. Which I did not share the same sentiment about him, at least, not sober. And that type of talk makes Mik insecure, which I definitely don't want her feeling!! So anyway I did not go back, but she did, and I think she had fun.

We both agreed though, that her & I, would have no problem hooking up. And we had a good chat about Martina. And cemented our plans for the concert next Friday! ANYWAY idk it was both amazing and shitty LOL! I'm glad I went out, and I can't wait to see her this weekend <3

#anon #abt me #mikayla #daniel #michaelo #charlie #adam #my fave way to tell stories #is to give you guys the barebones #if you wanna know more #u have to figure out the right questions to ask <3 #and if not #then i havent embarrassed myself by saying too much LOL

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xzho-writes · 2 years

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ah yes, diluc and f! Reader

but what about CHILDE

Tw: fighting?? Overprotective

Not platonic nor romantic

ok I'm sorry but i thought of this a few days ago and it came back to me at 11pm let's go

Childe always thought you were just a regular citizen in Inazuma, but NO. you're actually the right-hand wo/man of the one and only, Tsaritsa. Who has never been officially revealed.

Ok so this is how the story goes: you two meet at the main part of ritou and you guys hang out together. You know who he is but have to act completely oblivious due to keeping your hidden reputation of your fatui position safe, and played along with him.

Until one day all the harbingers are mysteriously called to a meeting with the Tsaritsa, who reveals that she does indeed have a right hand wo/man. Childe obviously wasn't surprised tho -

Ok but this isn't without the angst is it???

Childe became super protective (not obsessive, protective lol) over you and every little scratch you'd come home with he'd absolutely blow up.

So if- no, when, he knows you're in such a dangerous job, he's obviously going to rage, isn't he?

So a few days later the meeting was called once again and the Tsaritsa introduced you as you walked into the room in a proper manner, and bowed respectfully to the harbingers. When Childe saw you, you could see in his eyes that they were even more dead than they were before, a shocked face replacing his usual chilled back and casual expression.

Once the meeting is over, he immediately pulls you over and practically begs you to step down from your position. You simply refuse, because you worked hard, but he got mad <33

He ignored you and never followed orders from the Tsaritsa or any other of his comrades, acting as a stubborn child(e) everywhere he went.

You understood what he meant, and decided to take action against it, threatening to strip him of his title if he continued to act like this. And? He started a fight.

Now, you were about decently skilled in the area of combat, which led you to absolutely no chance against him. He shot you down like you were some bird against a professional hunter, not breaking a sweat.

He was about to finish off the fight, until a fellow harbinger walked in and stopped him.

He was taken away and you were treated to your injuries, and every now and then visit him at Liyue, as he worked at the funeral parlour with an old friend, Zhongli.

He'd see you walking around with some other fatui member, discussing plans, you shot him a glare every time he stared, though.

You hated him with your guts, but he loved you with his heart, how will he ever mend your relationship with him?

Also, congrats on exams!

-🥀

aoaoaoaaooaaa thanks for the congrats! it honestly feels so freeing now that i have 10 weeks off from any sort of educational priorities 😭

and this feels like an interesting concept. i can respect and understand childe’s opinions cause it must be hard watching someone you care about being in such a dangerous field. but at the same time, it’s hypocritical coming from a harbinger such as himself.

but i also get reader’s feelings cause they’ve worked hard to be where they are as the tsaritsa’s right hand. although surely that means we have to be at least on the same strength level as childe? unless being the tsaritsa’s right hand doesn’t involve fighting, but who knows!

thanks for sharing your ideas again, 🥀 nonnie! this was an interesting read :)

#xzho’s-asks #🥀-speaks #xzho’s-beloved-🥀#i just associate any fatui!reader with you now 😭#not in a bad way ofc

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main-to-arywizm · 3 years

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I've been training for fourteen years and if I hear "don't apologise to me, just do it correctly, so you don't have to" one more time I will do something drastic

I understand the sentiment, but 99% of the time what this means is not: "don't apologise, I'm just giving you corrections because you are learning here", but: "you are apologising for a mistake that you never should have made"

like I'm not particularly sensitive to this sort of thing, I've heard much worse over the years but most of the time I was able to cope with it

but I see those little kids just starting out and they're already scared of making mistakes, I know I was at their age, and that's not what all of this should be about

#sorry it's 11pm and I just got home from practice #and I am annoyed at everything that moves #ma'am this is a wendy's

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ughsimpp · 2 years

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can i request a ateez reaction of their s/o getting their n*pples pierced?? love your work and happy new year!

thank you!!! AND FINALLY I POST SOMETHING!!! ughhh sorry for the LONGGGG wait

masterlist

hongjoong

you were just chilling in the studio with him like always. you did your own thing on the couch as hongjoong worked on his music, but lately he's been overworking himself. you tell him that he should take a break and relax but there were deadlines. hongjoong ran his hand through his hair as he turned to look at you, releasing a big sigh.

"baby can you come here please??"

he pouts as you smiled and walked over to him. you sat on his lap and looked at him. he pulled you in for a hug as he felt relived that you were there. your scent and your touch made him relaxed more.

his hands runs down your back as he noticed you weren't wearing a bra. usually he can tell whenever you had one on but this time he felt nothing as he rubbed your back. he also felt something poking his chest. he pulled back and looked down your shirt, making sure he wasn't wrong but he saw the metal bars sticking out through your shirt.

"baby...did you?"

you knew what he was looking and asking about. you gave him a cheeky smile. your lifted up your shirt as he saw your nipples were pierced. his eyes widen at the sight, flustered. you chuckled at his reaction.

"when did you get them done?"

"mhm about a few months ago when you went on that trip with the guys."

"you hid them for 3 months???"

"I mean yea.. you were always busy so I never got to show you...are you mad?"

"what? no. I'm actually just surprised, I mean they look good...really good."

he was about to touch them but you slapped his hand away,

"no touching. they still hurt, hence why I don’t have a bra on..."

his eyes were glued to your chest as you tried to talk to him

"so you're saying that you are gonna be braless for the next few month??"

“yes? but only till they heal."

he smirked and leaned in closer to your chest

"I was thinking you shouldn't wear bras regardless.”

he said as he left a cheeky smirk

seonghwa

hwa was busy with work, leaving you home alone. bored out of your mind. you would find random things to do around the apartment you both shared but nothing seemed fun. as you scroll through instagram, some of the ig-models you saw had their nipples pierced and you wondered if you would look good with them.

it was only 3pm so you boldly decided to go to a shop and get it done. you never thought you would go through with the plan and actually do it but after signing papers and paying for it, you came home with your nipples freshly pierced. you couldn’t wear a bra if you wanted to. your nipples became more sensitive than before.

it was past 11pm as you heard the door open. seonghwa was finally home. he walked through the door as his shirt was drenched in sweat and his hair was a mess.

"hi baby"

"hi babe, how was practice today?"

"tiring as always but I'll be fine. just happy to come home and see my baby..."

he came in and kisses you on your forehead and gave you a hug. he pulled away from the hug since he needed to go take a shower. seonghwa threw his dirty clothes in the basket and headed in the shower.

you sat on the bed and waited till he came out. you debated if you should show him now or later. he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist. water droplets dripped down his hair. he smiled at you and head towards the closet, grabbing clean clothes.

"seonghwa?..."

"yes baby?"

"so i did something today...something bold."

"oh really? what is it?"

he waited for you to answer but you stayed quiet. he turned around as he saw you lift up your shirt, showing him your chest. his eyes drew down to your chest as he looked away and smirked

"you like them?"

"well this is a surprise I was not expecting."

his face slightly flushed as he looked at you. his smirk grew wider as he walked closer. you stood up as he wrapped his hands around your waist, throwing his head back as he looked back down at your chest.

"this is gonna be fun for you and me baby."

yunho

yunho was coming over for the weekend since he couldn't last week for late movie night, takeout, games and of course CUDDLES.

you were excited since you get to see him since it has been awhile. you got everything ready but one thing you were worried about was that you didn't tell him that you got your nipples pierced.

seconds later a knock on the door made you snap out of your thought. you opened the door and saw yunho, smiling brightly at you.

"hi beautiful!! i missed you!!"

"hi baby."

he smiled as he picked you up and headed inside. giving you kisses and a tight hug. he set down the bags of snacks on the counter as he head towards the couch. you were cuddled underneath a blanket with him as your legs were over his. you both decided to watch harry potter as he handed you your favorite snacks. in the middle of the movie, you suddenly asked him a question.

"baby...off topic but what if i had my nipples pierced?"

yunho choked on the snack he was eating, getting caught off guard to your question.

"ehem...wait what? get-getting your nipples pierced?"

"just wondering because..."

you removed the blanket as he looked at you. you sat up and grabbed the bottom of your shirt. his eyes widen at you and your chest. his face was turning red as he covered his face.

"babe...you..when?"

"i got it done a few months ago...are you mad?"

he gave out a chuckle. he

"actually no... i like them, it looks really good.”

yunho couldn’t stop looking down at your chest. you got embarrassed and covered them with your hands

“do-don’t look at them for too long yu...”

he giggled out and pulled you in for a hug. definitely giving you that big cheeky smile.

yeosang

you and yeosang were both just sitting in the couch watching a movie. yeosang’s focus was on the movie but you on the other hand was struggling. pain for your swollen nipples hurts as your shirt was brushing against them. you couldn’t even watch the movie comfortably.

he knew you got them done but wouldn’t look whenever you offer him to look. you looked over to yeosang but he wasn’t paying attention. you sat up from the couch and faced him.

“yeosang baby...”

“mhm?”

he replied but still wasn’t looking at you. sitting back down you lifted up your shirt hoping that he would look your way.

“baby can you please help me? they hurt...”

he didn’t even move.

“I told you that they are gonna hurt if you get them done...”

“I know but...can you just take a look?”

“you know i can’t do that...”

“why not?”

“because...I don’t think I would be able to control myself if I do...”

yeosang’s face started to get red as he said that, he looked away from the tv. you knew he wouldn’t look you at regardless if you had your shirt on or not.

you got fed up and stood in front of him. his eyes immediately looked down as he saw you in front of him. you lifted up his head to make him look at you. your exposed chest was in his view.

“yeo....”

he sat back and covered his face, laughing. his face as blushed to what you just did.

“baby why would you show me...I told you once already that I wont be able to control myself if I looked.”

yeosang said he grabbed in if the couch pillows and put it over his lap. he smirked as he looked at you, down to your chest.

san

you and san were both having a tickle fight trying to see who would tap out first. the fight started because of him, he came into the room to bother you because you didn't give him any attention.

you whelped out when he wrapped his arms around your waist, causing you both to fall backwards. san high laughs and your screams were filling the room.

you suddenly gasped when he brushed against your chest. you didn't have on a bra so he felt something odd. he stopped tickling you and looked at you. he had a confused look on his face. you smiled and knew what he was curious about.

you lifted up your shirt as showed him your chest. his eyes widen as he saw your chest.

"y/n!!"

he freaked out and pulled your shirt back down. you laughed at his reaction as he hid his face. he fell back onto the bed, embarrassed. you pulled his arms away from his face and looked at him.

"why are you shy? you've seen my boobs before."

"yea but it looks different...when did...you get them done?"

"I got them done a long time ago, I just took out the piercings but I decided to put them back in before they close up...is that okay?"

he sat up and faced you, pulling your shirt back up. it took him a second to finally say something

"I mean... shall we test out if I really like it?"

he pulled you in closer, setting you down on his lap. knowing what he meant by it, you took off your shirt and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a cheeky smile.

he teased your nipple as a soft moan left your mouth, you quickly covered your mouth but then saw san slowly smirk at your reaction

"oh yea this is more than okay for me."

mingi

you were gone for the whole day out with friends, leaving mingi alone at home. when you came home he was sitting on the couch waiting for you.

you saw him pouting, eating a tub of ice cream and watching a cartoon. you smiled and walked over to him.

"did you miss me?"

he looked at you and nodded,

"did you not go out with yunho and yeosang?"

"no because I thought we were gonna spend the whole day together but when I woke up this morning, you weren't here. then when you sent me that text that you were out with your friends, I just stayed home..."

"aw im sorry..."

he continued pouting as you laughed at how cute he was, you gave him a kiss on the lips hoping that he would forgive you and it worked. his face lit up and he was happy again.

"I have a surprise for you, wait here okay?"

he was excited that he set down the tub of ice-cream on the table. you walked to the bedroom you both shared and came back. mingi gestured his hands out for his gift but when you lifted up your shirt, his hands immediately covered his face. you showed him that you got your nipples pierced

"baby!!! why-when?...."

"I got them done today when I was out..do you not like them?"

"n-no I like them but..."

"but?"

"why didn't you asked me to go with you?!?!"

you were shocked that he wanted to go with you

"you couldn't have gone with me because my all friends were getting theirs done too. it would have be awkward for you to watch us all get our nipples pierced?"

"well yea but still...wait was it a guy or girl who did them?!"

"a guy?..."

"A GUY?!!!!"

you laughed at how he reacted,

"you let another guy touch your chest?!"

he started pouting again. you grabbed his face and kissed him once more.

"don't worry. he was professional about it, and besides you are the only one who gets to play with them."

his eyes lit up at you, you gave him a wink and smiled. he stood up and was about to touch them but you pushed his hand away.

"wait! not right now. they're still sore so you're gonna have to wait a few months."

you walked away towards the bedroom, leaving a pouting mingi standing in the living room. he came running after you, whining.

"baby please?!?!? I promise I just wanted a better look!!"

wooyoung

its was just a regular night with him after a long day of work. you were cuddling with wooyoung on the couch watching tv. you were in his arms eating snacks as you fed some to him too.

you felt his hands rubbing up and down your sides. it was normal for him to do that. he's always been handsy but you didn't mind it.

"did you want anything from the kitchen? I'm gonna go get a refill."

"no i'm okay, thank you though baby."

you got off the couch and headed to the kitchen to refill the bowl of chips. you grabbed something to drink because you knew later he would have wanted it later. you came back and sat in your regular spot.

he placed his hands on your sides again but this time under your shirt. his hands were cold as his hand glides on your skin as you felt shivers go down your spine. his hands started to go up more and reaching near your chest.

"woo...what are you-wait!"

you forgot that he didn't know about your piercings. you whined at his touch, looking up at him, his eyes slightly widen from what he was feeling but soon he slowly smirked at your reaction from his touch.

"baby...lift up your shirt, I wanna see them."

you got off of him and stood in front of him, lifting up your shirt. as soon as your lifted up your shirt, his smirk got bigger.

"do they look okay?"

he pushed his hair back and laid back, adjusting his position on the couch. he signaled you to come sit on his lap. you sat in front of him as he took off your shirt.

"its more than okay for me..."

he groped your boobs and lightly squeezed them, brushing his thumb across your nipples causing you to moan out. he bit down his bottom lip and kissed the middle part of your chest.

"lets have some fun shall we?"

jongho

you and jongho only been dating for a couple of month. he was only a year older than you so it was nice to date someone around your age. the guys you dated before were a lot older and honestly just wanted you for your body, but you were smart and didn't sleep with them because you knew you would have been played with if you let an asshole take your v-card.

jongho on the other hand was a total sweetheart. he would make you feel like nothing bad would happen to you and you appreciated him a lot...but there was something else you needed from him.

you needed his touch. you needed to feels his strong hands on your body as he whispers dirty things in your ears. just thinking about him doing all that to you, made you go crazy. you and jongho haven't gone pass 1st base yet which is understand able. he wants to take his time and don't wanna rush things, but you were getting impatient.

you were a virgin who constantly got horny whenever you see him. vibrators and your fingers couldn't satisfied you anymore. you needed something bigger, you needed him.

it was just a normal day as jongho came over. he was sitting in the living room watching tv as you were taking a shower. you recently came back from a run and needed to freshen up. warm water hit your body as you washed your hair.

getting out of the shower with the towel wrapped around your body, you peaked out to the living room and saw jongho just sitting there, waiting for you to come back. from your view, he looked really good. he wasn't doing must but just sitting there and focused on the tv with that serious face, it made you weak for him.

you slipped on some lounge wear and walked out to the living room. he saw you walking towards him and gave you a sweet smile.

"hi baby, you done showering? I put on our favorite show, come sit down."

you nodded and stood in the same spot for a few seconds. you finally got the courage and decided to sit on his lap. his eyes widen as you sat on top of him. he didn't mind you sitting on top of him like but what shocked him more was that you weren't wearing a bra, so he saw your pierced nipples poking out your shirt.

"b-baby what are you-..."

you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. you wanted him to bad. you slowly grind yourself on his crotch, having him softly moan out, throwing his head back.

you took off your shirt as he saw your exposed chest. he saw the pretty piercings that were on your chest. he slowly touched one of your breast and teased your nipple. a soft moan escaped your mouth as he touched and teased you. he looked up as you and smirked.

"you like them?"

he nodded to your question. jongho didn't know you got them done but now since he knows, he should have done this before from the start.

"so pretty..."

you gasped as he gave your ass a light squeezed. he loved how needy and sensitive you became when he started playing with you.

"please jongho...i really need you."

"fuck...I should have done this from the start."

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Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out

Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation

a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!

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Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks.

Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything.

Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives.

Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter.

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night.

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice.

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space.

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself.

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid.

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly.

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation.

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side.

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks.

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes.

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows.

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes.

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things.

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen.

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile.

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?”

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks.

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder.

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions.

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two.

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings.

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out.

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt.

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out.

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?”

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles.

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles.

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you.

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?”

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod.

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?”

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?”

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips.

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks.

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch.

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night.

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain.

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out.

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted.

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours.

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.”

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours.

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.”

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred.

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump.

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears.

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum.

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines.

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs.

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length.

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point.

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further.

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure.

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again.

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget.

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes.

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off.

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out.

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,” you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all.

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came.

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever.

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go.

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon.

Then a sad look came across his face.

“Spencer what’s wrong?”

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy.

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs.

“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.”

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nokacchan · 2 years

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Can I get a ushijima x reader where his s/o picks him up from volleyball practice cause his mother asked to since ushijima tend to stay back for extra practice. When his s/o picks him up, she met with his team for the first time

S/o meeting his teammates

Ushijima x fem!reader

Genre : fluff

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Everyone knows that ushijima is a very hardworking man. He strives to be the best at all times but sometimes it just stresses his poor mother to the point she has to get ushijima’s lovely s/o to fetch him from practice.

“I’m so sorry y/n for troubling you at this late hour”, ushijima’s mother said.

“It’s fine, no worry. Besides, I haven’t seen toshi in a while”, you waved your hand before leaving ushijima’s house.

On the way to his school, you decided to drop him a text. Obviously he didn’t reply. Sometimes you wish he didn’t push himself too hard. You were worried about his health since he did complain about the shooting pain in his rotator cuff.

Upon reaching the volleyball court, you looked at your watch, it was 11pm. Thinking to yourself that it was alright for you to just enter the volleyball court since ushijima usually will be by himself during this time. Mindlessly, you just entered the volleyball court unannounced.

“Toshi, I'm here!~~”, you shouted as you spotted him practicing his serve. You smiled gleefully as you waved your hand at him as he noticed you. Just as you were about to approach him, you heard a group of voices approaching from the back of you. You turn around only to be met with unfamiliar faces. You were surprised as you didn’t expect anyone else to be there. Ushijima walked behind you before wrapping his arm around your waist. You looked at him, feeling worried.

“Oh? Are you UshiWaka's s/o?”, one of them spoke as the other bowed while profusely apologizing (you had no idea why)

It wasn’t that you didn’t want other people to know that you and ushijima were dating but it was just that as much as ushijima was a private person, you were too as well. Remembering that ushijima did mention that his teammates are chaotic sometimes when they see him do things he usually doesn’t. He rubbed your back to calm you down.

“H-hi '',you stuttered as you spoke.

The two boys in front of you who you found out were Eita and Tsutomu. Apparently the two of them decided to stay back to train together with ushijima. Tsutomu wanted to just be like ushijima from what you heard from Eita. After conversing with them together with ushijima. You looked at your time and excused yourself from the conversation.

“Hey toshi, we need to go, your mom will be mad if you stay up too late. Sorry guys, please excuse us”, you spoke as you waited for ushijima who immediately went to collect his bag. The two boys waved you and ushijima goodbye as they too left for home after closing up the volleyball court. Ushijima held your hand softly as you two made your way home.

“You know, i think you should come visit me when i have volleyball practice”, ushijima blurted out as he looked up to the moonlight. You on the other hand were too stunned to speak. “Why? Wouldn't it be more distracting for you?”, you questioned back. He only grinned before ruffling your hair before you two stopped in front of your house. Ushijima wrapped both of his arms around your waist before kissing you on the lips. You caught you off guard as a blush creeped up your cheeks.

“If Eita and Tsutomu got along well with you, I won’t be surprised if the whole volleyball team met you too. You should come over sometime”, he added on before letting you go.

“Love you” “Love you too”, he replied with a kiss on your forehead.

You only replied with a smile before entering your house. Waving to him goodbye, you shut the front door and made your way to your room.

The End.

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Established Relationship Fluff | Smut

There’s only one bed shower, and Daryl Dixon is an opportunist.

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There’s always a giddiness inside Daryl when he returns from runs. No more sleeping in the RV for nights on end, no more eating cold canned chicken soup and - as much as he liked Aaron - no more hearing him talk about how much he missed Eric and making him miss you, too. He’s exhausted, his muscles sore from overuse, but the fact that you’re probably curled up in bed makes him so damn excited that all the ailments of his aging body are swiftly forgotten with each step he takes.

Houses fly by in a blur as he ramps up into a jog, his feet taking him to the dim light of a moving lantern in your shared bedroom window. By Daryl’s estimate, it couldn’t have been more than 10 or 11pm, but time meant little in the apocalypse - it was either dark out, or light and with the days getting shorter, he noticed you using the lantern more and more frequently. Just a few days ago, you had fallen asleep curled up on his chest, the soft orange light filling the room before he strained his body trying to turn it off without waking you. The next morning he had a terrible cramp running from his rib up to his bicep, but he never complained. Not even a wince in your presence since he thought the soreness was worth it. He would rather die several times over than lose the image he saw - of your pillowy lips taking soft, steady breaths of air while you slept against his bare skin.

Smiling, he lets himself remember the way you looked when he first gifted it to you, a grin that spread to the apples of your cheeks and crinkled at your eyes plastered on your face. It wasn’t a perfect replica, but it looked close enough to the one you would both light on nightwatches in the prison - which he thinks was when he first realized he loved you. Daryl also remembers the first night he saw you use it, the memory so vivid in his mind that he felt like if he reached out, the soft fabric of your pajamas would welcome his touch.

He could picture it now, your back against the headboard, reading one of the books that littered the shelves he never touches. Your face bathed in the lantern’s hue while your eyes scanned the pages and drinking in every word of whatever you were holding. He plucked that book right out of your hands that night and pulled you onto his lap, kissing the pout off your face until you weren’t annoyed at him anymore, rendered down to just laughing against his lips.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get home and see you again.

Daryl curses under his breath as he fumbles a little with the doorknob, but the profanities are quickly replaced with a huff of accomplishment as he practically sprints to the bedroom, boots shucked off haphazardly at the front door. He skips every other stair with long strides, desperate to feel you in his arms. When he enters the bedroom, he places his crossbow on the dresser and is surprised to see the room as dark as it is, the only source of illumination being the moon as it streams through the windows. The bed is empty and the blankets are strewn to your side, but neither you nor your pajamas are anywhere in sight. Panic flies through him before he registers the unmistakable sounds of the shower running, and he scoffs at himself when he sees the dim orange light peeking from beneath the bathroom door.

Had you known how worried he was for a second, you would have laughed at him. He was already so protective of you before the two of you got together, but it was another level entirely when you both made it official. It wasn’t just losing you to the dead anymore - it was also losing you to other people. Daryl knew you could take care of yourself, he had seen you hold your own on runs in the prison and trips outside the Alexandrian gates, but, God, if anything happened to you he wouldn’t know what to do. Being apart from you once when the Governor attacked was already almost too much for him to handle, but the thought of losing you and having to be okay with the fact you were never going to love him again? That was something he never wanted to experience.

Leaning against the wall, he pulls off his belt and places it next to his crossbow, his vest following not long after. The mattress squeaks slightly when he makes his way over to it and lies down, his body feeling almost instant comfort at the feeling of something other than the hard leather of his bike’s seat. Days like this made him think that maybe you were right in jokingly telling him that his motorcycle was a dumb choice for long runs - his tailbone was probably shaped like a rectangle from how long he’d been sitting on his ass.

A few moments pass as he allows himself to indulge in some rest, eyes closing and already in the first stages of a slumber before he shoots up, pushing himself to the edge of the mattress and sitting straight. Fuck, he needed to shower. He had given you his word that he would. Each time before he fell asleep after a run, he’d said; and Daryl Dixon was not one to break promises. Especially not to you.

Getting off the bed, he sheds his shirt and throws the old fabric onto the dresser, grimacing at the knowledge he would have to scrub at the dried walker blood come morning. His socks are next, pulled off by impatient hands and left on the floor, not even given a second glance as he then pulls open a drawer and grabs a pair of boxers from his meager pile. The only thought in his mind being the feeling of smooth sheets and your body against his skin. He’d pick up his clothes after his shower - if he could even muster up enough energy to.

Step by step, he makes it a good few feet out of the bedroom before he realizes the other second floor bathroom doesn’t work. If his memory served him correct, there were some plumbing issues and, before anyone could buy replacements, the world became, well, what it is now. After all, it was the only reason you and Daryl even took this house - nobody else wanted to have only one shower and, after becoming a couple, sharing one between two people didn’t seem all that bad. At least, that’s what he thought until now. Groaning, he rubs his eyes in an attempt to rub out the fatigue in them before his whole body lights up with an idea. Maybe he could have some fun with this. And if you asked, he could always blame the missing pipe or whatever it was that the Alexandrians couldn’t fix.

Practically thrilled, he mentally pats himself on the back and rushes back to the bedroom. Tired? Not anymore. Daryl can’t be if he wants to fulfill what just popped into his mind. Years of hunting leave his footsteps nearly silent when he enters the bathroom, but he’s not exactly at a disadvantage in terms of noise. The rhythmic beating of water against the tiled floor drowns out the slight squeak of the door as well as the hitching of his breath when he notices the gap. With how the room was designed, just standing at the door led his gaze in a nearly direct line of sight to you, the shower curtain lying an inch or two from the wall and offering him a vision which he doesn’t hesitate to indulge in.

It’s not like he's never seen your body - far from it, actually - but there was something about you that made him hesitate when it came to stuff like this. You deserved sweet and soft, affectionate with declarations of love between his kisses, and while he enjoyed giving that to you, sometimes he wanted something different. Sometimes Daryl wanted to act on impulse - to feel a different type of desperation - and tonight, he wanted to act out one of his long-hidden fantasies. One that involved you on many, many occasions.

Truthfully, he couldn’t fucking stop thinking about it since Merle and his buddies showed him that damn VHS as a hormonal high schooler. He never really had a committed girlfriend or anything like that to ever even pluck up the courage to ask, but that fantasy remained like a phantom in the back of his mind, lying just outside his finger’s reach. One that haunts him late at night and renders him withering in his own palm. At least, that was the case. Because he has you now and how he managed that? He didn't know. But he felt confident enough around you and trusted you enough to pursue the desire in him.

A shiver courses through him, running along the tip of his spine when he considers the possibility you might like it as much as him - and if you did, maybe he would divulge to you more of these secrets he’s always kept hidden so well.

With silent movements, Daryl unbuttons and unzips his jeans as he leans against the door of the bathroom, just barely suppressing a groan when his fingers graze the zipper. He curses himself, chastising his sensitivity at the mere image of you doing something as mundane as taking a shower, but he knew it was an inevitable consequence. Ever since the prison, anything you did got him riled up - even just seeing you sitting on his motorcycle made his skin light up with goosebumps. Left in only his boxers, he steps out of the denim pooling at his feet and picks it up, throwing it haphazardly onto the cream coloured counter as he waits for you to take notice of his presence. The metal button clashes against the smooth marble of the vanity, and its noises sound across the room, your eyes opening and your fingers catching the edge of the plastic curtain as you dart your head out, searching for the source.

Your body tenses up, no doubt the experience of living out on the road for so long, but the fighting instinct drains from you the moment you see the affectionate boyish grin playing on Daryl’s lips. It’s barely visible as he stands so far from the meager light source, but it sends an eager smile onto your face. Like all those times he’s returned to you, you want to run to him, feel his arms wrap around you and inhale his scent as you plant those incessant kisses he ‘hated’ everywhere on his face, but that urge only serves to remind you that you’re standing naked in a shower and he’s just staring at you.

“Daryl! What the- I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow.”

Embarrassed, you speak, voice pitched higher than normal from the shock and excitement coursing through your body. However, he stays put, leaning against the door as he drags his eyes up the expanses of skin afforded to him; that is, until you pull the plastic curtain to cover yourself and run your free hand through your hair, tilting your head ever so slightly in order to urge his eyes to meet yours. You wait for his response as you brush the wet strands back from your face, but it never comes, him instead choosing to stride towards you and send you a pout before pulling petulantly at the shower curtain, trying to coax you to let go of it. Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, your grip loosens and he can barely hold back his excitement when you really do let go, tongue peeking out for just a second before he hooks his lip between his teeth.

Throughout your relationship with Daryl, you learned he loved looking at you, gawking at and admiring each angle, birthmark and curve until you felt heat flush through your body. Even before the two of you got together, his gaze stuck on you, longing and soft when you weren’t looking, only hardening if your eyes ever met his. Each time he saw you it was like he was still in disbelief that you were his, forever suspended in the wide look he had when you first confessed to him, hence why you didn’t pay much attention to his stare as you moved to pump out some shampoo. You didn’t really know why he was in the bathroom and he made no effort to tell you, but you were here to clean yourself. So that’s what you’ll do. He’ll probably leave sooner or later after making sure you weren’t hurt anywhere, anyways.

The way the light from the lantern bounced off your glistening skin made you look like some sort of goddess. Like an otherworldly being he shouldn’t be looking at. Or like a succubus, sinfully tantalizing, except you didn’t know what you were doing to him as you raked your hands through your hair again, bubbles forming already between your fingers as you scrubbed. Shit, this was way better than he expected, and he’s gladly taking in everything it was offering. Shifting his weight, he clenches and unclenches his fists - commanding himself to keep them at his sides - but then you turn around, allowing the water to rush down your back and his resolve withers away as he tries not to envy the path along which it’s falling.

Soon, the little space between the shower curtain and the ceramic tiling isn’t enough for him. He needs to feel you against him, his trembling hands and suffocating boxers egging him on like this was the first time he’s ever seen you naked. Clearing his throat, he urges himself to move, building his confidence which had seemed to dissipate nearly immediately as you locked eyes with him. What he wanted to do wasn’t sweet or affectionate, and even though he knew you would tell him if you didn’t like it, he just didn’t really want to risk even doing something you didn’t like in the first place.

“Sorry I, uh, I’ll go rinse out my hair somewhere else. Here, I’ll get out so you can-”

This was it. He had to act now or he’ll lose the opportunity. Running his thumb across his bottom lip, he watches as your hand reaches for the shower valve, but your movements and voice stop when Daryl shoots his dominant hand out, the calloused skin wrapping around your wrist in a warmth that makes you snap your gaze to his. While firm, he never applies enough force to hurt you - he knows what kind of men there were in this world, and he didn’t know what he would do if you ever thought of him like that. On the contrary, the feeling of his fingers around you is welcome, especially after what felt like years away from him. Giving him that same inquisitive look, except this time laced with a small smile, you can tell by the way he’s gnawing at his lip that he has something to say. Something that has him hesitating in a way you’ve never really seen him hesitate before, well, besides the first time you both kissed.

“Actually, mind if I join ya? ‘Cause ya see, the other shower don’t work and there’s this girl - my girl - she’s amazin’, but she doesn’t let me into our bed ‘til I shower and I’m damn tired.”

Oh.

Noticing the way you tense up slightly at his suggestion, he offers more, another reason to sway you into accepting as if the pursuit of his little fantasy would both begin and end with what drops from his lips. This definitely felt more daunting, like a much larger leap than him asking for permission to kiss you.

“I also heard showerin’ in pairs saves water.”

Oh.

Yeah, you get why he was hesitating now.

Honestly, Daryl really couldn’t give a fuck about the water he was talking about. What he had in his running mind had little to do with his environmental footprint and more to do with feeling your skin on his and the image of you coming undone for him. He hasn’t been home - been with you - in what felt like weeks, and he thought the generator could stand to work a little harder after running for one person for a few days. With a slight upwards twitch of his eyebrow, you can feel what little apprehension you had leave your body and his heart pounds in his ribcage with the anxiety of what’s to come. At least, he thinks that’s why its beating at 100 miles per hour.

It surely can’t be the residual hormonal anticipation or excitement from his youth.

“And who exactly did you hear that from?”

The slight joking edge to your voice causes him to smile, but it’s a mischievous one, one that holds promises and sends a shiver through your body. Daryl really had no clue what he did to you when he looked at you like that, his piercing blue gaze hitting you as his head tilts down almost sheepishly to the grip he has on you.

His eyes flick up to meet yours, a glint residing in them that draws you to look at nothing but him as he runs his thumb along the bone of your wrist. With a tilt of his head, he speaks, muttered as he gnaws once more at his lips and lets go of his hold.

“It matter?”

So nobody, probably.

The amusing thought sends you shaking your head ‘no’ as you smile, pulling open the plastic curtain in invitation while trying to suppress the idea that just popped into your head. Daryl just wants to shower and the only reason he wants to shower with you is to fulfill that promise he had made. Because he just wants to go to sleep. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, he’s hopeful that you would be watching him - and he’s fully prepared to make a show of stripping his last piece of fabric - but he’s sorely disappointed when he sees your eyes closed in an attempt to keep the bubbling shampoo from burning at them.

Why weren’t you looking at him? Was he not overt enough?

Wow, he really wasn’t very good with… whatever it is he’s trying to do, huh?

You shuffle forward from the steady stream and he takes that as his cue to step in, gladly placing his body just a few inches from yours and sighing in relief when the water hits his sore muscles. The sounds don’t go unnoticed by you, and your heart sinks a little with each suppressed groan of pain Daryl lets out. He always worked so hard for Alexandria, and they still treated him like somewhat of an outsider, questioning his true intentions with harsh looks when he even so much as walked too close to them. But they didn’t seem to mind him much when they were eating the animals he hunted, though, and that sent your blood boiling.

Turning around, you try not to let your gaze drop too low as you place your hands on his shoulders, frowning when you feel the stiff knots that have burrowed their way underneath his skin. Almost immediately, Daryl submits to your touch, an all too familiar warmth bubbling in his heart as he, too, turns and exposes his scar ridden skin to you, allowing your thumbs to rub circles into his upper back. He always loved this - the domesticity of these moments, the wordless communications, your love and affection directed solely at him - and he’s starting to forget the real reason he crashed your shower in the first place, lulled into relaxation under your nimble fingers and the water beating down on his overworked muscles.

“Does that feel better?”

Your question warrants a response landing somewhere between a grunt and a groan, but then you laugh and he swears his heart swells tenfold. He missed hearing that. Even if you got embarrassed of it sometimes, or hid it muffled behind the palms of your hands, he loved hearing it. Because you glowed when you did, your eyes crinkling up at the corners with a smile that almost always brought him to his knees, and perhaps almost selfishly, the knowledge that he doesn’t want to be away from you any longer dawns on him - as well as the knowledge that it’s inevitable that he has to leave again soon. Whether it be with Aaron or Rick, or some of the poor bastards that piss their pants whenever they see him.

When you stop your ministrations, he feels himself frowning as you tap him once with your thumbs, but he elates almost immediately when you speak promise of a better massage come morning. He’s slightly ashamed of the way his whole body lights up in goosebumps in anticipation, but it’s not unwarranted. Spending late mornings with you was something Daryl never knew how the hell he had lived so long without, and they were his favourite types of mornings by a long shot. Especially when it ended up more often than not with you on him or him on you, the both of you thankful for the misfit house you had all to yourselves and away from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears.

“You’re too damn good to me.”

But he deserves it, you think to yourself, He deserved to be cared for like this.

His praise drips with a softness he didn’t even know he was capable of until you came along and Daryl turns back around to face you, smirking lopsided when he sees a shy smile worm its way onto your face. He had to have known what he was doing when he said stuff like that - especially when he used a voice like that. Seriously, how long had the two of you been together? It felt like an eternity already, but he could still make you flustered from a simple compliment. Shaking your head, you rest your wrists at the nape of his neck and use the leverage to pull his lips to yours, thumb swiping at the blood dried at his cheek and hoping the distraction of your tongue on his will keep him from teasing the warmth crawling up your neck.

A ‘hm?’ noise falls from him, small and surprised as his eyebrows raise for just a moment before his hands loop around your waist by instinct. When you pull away, another noise falls from Daryl, but this time it’s more disappointed than anything, and he chases your lips with his bottom one jutted out, taking full advantage of the strong arms he has wrapped around you. Holding you in place, his eyes plead with the now perfected ‘one more’ look you’re all too familiar with and you can’t bring yourself to deny him - he knows you can’t. Closing his eyes and puckering his lips as he waits patiently, he hums when you finally kiss him again, his satisfaction vibrating down to the hollow center of your collarbones before begrudgingly letting you go when you pull away again.

The water runs a brownish red from the dried walker blood being washed off his body and he scrubs furiously at his arms, trying to gauge the right move that will get your thighs shaking and your moans bouncing off the ceramic tiles he’s seen less than he’s willing to admit. Should he just… go for it? Just pull you against him and push you up against the walls he wants your noises to echo off of? No, he should come up with a better idea. You deserved a better idea.

Running his thumb along his jaw, Daryl sneaks furtive glances at your body - who the hell he was hiding them from, he didn’t know - and picks even more skin off his chapped lips as he watches you twist at your waist ever so slightly to comb through your hair. Swallowing down his spit like some teenager, he watches your shoulder blades protrude and disappear, intently following the droplets of water as they fall along your neck and down the muscles you’ve developed. He had to hand it to the sorry rich prick who had designed this house because, all things considered, they did a pretty good job; there was just enough spread of it between the two of you to pass as a decent shower. Even if you or him had to oddly angle yourselves to warm a cool patch of skin.

Reaching towards the shampoo bottle, his arm brushes against your waist almost feather-light, but it sends a shiver through you, rattling your ribs and making your cheeks flush all the same. Daryl lingers for a moment longer than you expect, his body leaning as he stretches over and you think he’s going to step forward - wrap you up in him - but dutifully, respectfully, anxiously he stays put. You want his touch, especially after nights alone with only the scent of him on his side of the bed to keep you company, and, having caught a quick glance at his straining boxers before he joined, there’s little room for doubt in your mind that he wants you. But still, it exists.

Your own arms begin to sore when he finally pulls away, his hands now raking through the hair he seemingly never wants to cut. Clearing your throat, you turn around, eyes screwed shut as you face Daryl, fearing for both the shampoo you’re washing out stinging at your eyes and the fact that if you looked at him, your gaze would probably drop. God, was all it took just a few days without him to have you craving him like this? The close proximity coupled with the knowledge he’s standing next to you naked makes you tense up before a shiver runs up your spine, your thoughts causing your breath to hitch for barely a second. Despite your efforts to suppress it, your subconscious prays that he picks up on the little noise. Please let him pick up on it.

And he does, ever observant as he connects the dots, the initially surprised look on his face melting into a small anticipatory smirk before he all but races to lather his hair in the coconut - or was it grapefruit? - scent. This was good. This was damn good.

He dares take a step forward, tentative, testing out the waters as if he was unsure of your desire, but he knows he can read you, and that he can do it well. This was when he should do something, right? The subtle confirmations - a tense, a shiver, a hitching breath - beg him to. Under the streaming shower, Daryl impatiently scrubs at his scalp, teeth hooked permanently atop his lip as he watches the rivulets of watered-down shampoo catch along your skin, his fingers and mouth itching to replicate its path down your neck to your chest. He knows that path well, and perhaps that’s what makes him even more envious.

Thank God for the fact you’ve closed your eyes because if anybody saw Daryl right now, they would take a step back, maybe even several thinking he was angry. How could they not when he was glaring at you as if you had done something horrible? It’s a surprise to him, the fact that it seemed like you really could not feel the burn of his stare, but then a thought pops into his lust-fogged brain. Maybe you did know. And maybe you were toying with him, playing coy and pushing him to a teetering edge, letting him taste the tension on his tongue until he could hold back no more.

To say he’s impatient is an understatement. He isn’t simply impatient, no, he’s impatient. He wants to do something. He wants you to do something, to initiate the flurry of hands and lips he’s craving so desperately and, seemingly blind to that triad of signals, he scrubs frantic at his hair in an attempt to control himself. As he rinses out the shampoo, he manages to cling onto what little restraint he had over his body until you turn back around. It was like the universe was egging him on, trying to break his resolve by showing him those dimples on your lower back, reminding him of the way he gripped them when he took you that night before he left - and it works. Jesus fucking Christ does it work.

Daryl’s body crowds you then, muscular arms wrapped around either side of your waist and rough hands palming at your chest before sliding down to your stomach, pulling you flush into him while he grinds his hips experimentally against your body. The feeling catches you off-guard, eyes widening in surprise as you let out a gasp into the steam of hot water and you grip harshly at his forearm, attempting to steady yourself from the sensations blossoming from your thighs. He can feel them tense and begin to snap closed against him, but you hear the corners of his mouth twitch upwards with satisfaction.

“What- what are you doing?”

Restless, his fingers travel downwards, hooking a strong thigh between your two legs as he ignores your question, them parting immediately to accommodate him. Daryl’s veins thrum with adrenaline, feeling the all too familiar effects of your warm skin when he realizes you’re letting him do this - enjoying him, even - your hands pawing at his to beg him to speed up, to bring you that nirvana he loves to be the reason for. Heat flushes your body, knowing full well what he’s capable of, but despite it, your skin erupts into goosebumps under his touch, desperate for more.

“What’s it look like ‘m doin’?”

Your neck comes under his affection next, his lips meeting it as he mumbles the words against your pulse point, tongue darting out when he feels it speed up. Almost methodically, Daryl finds the marks he’d left days prior, darkening them with unadulterated determination and rolling his hips against you once more. The heavy motion draws a whine from you, short and needy as your nails dig into his wrist and he all but basks in it. God, this felt good. How the hell had he spent so long without you? Without your skin under his? Everything about you feels like a fucking drug to him.

“D-Daryl- what would your girl say.”

He smiles against your neck, a warm pride bubbling in his chest when he hears the slight shake in your voice. It always got like this when he was touching you, and he liked to think it was the anticipation raking through your body. All the possibilities he could bring to you. He loved listening to your voice as it was, but hearing it quaver as it bounced off the ceramic walls, mingled perfectly with the rhythmic thrum of water crashing against the two of you? It was almost alarming how quickly it made his head spin.

Submitting to your urging, he lets you slide his hands down to the apex of your thighs, groaning guttural into your ear when he feels your hips lift and rut into his touch, unintentionally grinding your ass onto his cock when you push yourself back onto him. Hooking his chin over your shoulder, you hear his breaths as he digs his palm an inch below your pelvis, thick fingers gripping harsh at your inner thighs as he nudges his further between them. It feels like fucking magic, whatever he’s doing, and a plea tingles at your lips before you bite it down. Daryl’s never been this bold, and this is new territory for the two of you. Very new. So you were going to let him take his time - let him explore every inch of your skin as if he didn’t already have it memorized - despite the fact every cell in your body screams for you to sink down on him right here and now.

His grip disappears too quickly for your taste, but before you can even register the decadent sear that marks his blunt fingernails and calluses, his palm makes home just below your stomach and he swipes two fingers against you, spreading you for him but avoiding that bundle of nerves you want so desperately for him to touch. An expletive drops from Daryl’s lips as he gathers evidence of your arousal, and the sound of him makes you claw at his wrist, your hands still blanketing his as you try to angle him to do something other than coat his fingers and smear you across your inner thighs. Amused, his middle finger curls, breaching you just until his first joint before pulling away, relishing in the way you clench as if trying to keep him in you.

“Hm, I dunno. What do ya think she’d say? I think she likes it.”

You can hear the self-satisfied smirk on his face as he feels your body react and you can practically see it behind your closed eyelids. Daryl knows all your buttons, every single movement that renders you down to a puddle of mush, but he’s avoiding them. His jaw clenches and unclenches as you buck your hips up to try and meet the talented fingers only getting further and further and further from you. Skin warm from the streaming water and the sheer amount of lust coursing through him, his left arm snakes upward, resting just under your breasts before pulling your shoulders flush against him. His teeth sneak out from behind his lips, grazing against that spot that made your thighs shake the first time you slept with him, and you become putty in his hands.

A gasp of Daryl’s name falls before a staggered whimper erupts from your throat, his hands moving so fast and sure along your body as if he had molded you to his perfection. Everything hits you at the same time, his sharp canines right below your jaw bone before they melt into the caress of slightly chapped lips, the hand at your chest palming and tweaking and toying like there was no tomorrow, his fingers swirling, nudging at that tiny bundle of nerves you’ve been silently begging him to touch just once, and you can’t stop the noises falling from your lips. No matter how much you try, they escape.

“Or d’ya think she’s too busy moanin’ for me to tell me?”

Oh, that fucking prick.

To make it worse, you can’t even bring yourself to be angry for that long because his voice drops into that low, husky whisper that makes your knees go weak. Had Daryl not essentially smothered you against his body, you just know you would be a puddle, pliable and aching after just a few days away from him. A jolt of pleasure rockets through you the moment you realize what he wants - to make you as desperate as he is for this - and you know he knows exactly how to get it. Biting your lip, you trap your sounds in your throat just to spite him and you dig your fingers into his forearm, seeking in any way to find another outlet for all the compounding stimulation he just keeps giving you.

Your heartbeat drums through your ears and you can barely register the growl against your skin, but the vibration of it is inescapable. He feels the crescent shapes already forming from your nails on his tan skin and he pulls his face from you, breath fanning your ear in preparation to express how disappointed he is at you robbing him of your noises, but you beat him to it, freeing the words that burn at your tongue to knock him off his high-horse. Daryl was never a very confident man, but fuck if it does not make your skin tingle.

“I think she’d tell you to- to shut up.”

The rebuke is futile, a stutter brought on by the push and pull of his deft fingers and he laughs. Daryl chuckles into your skin before everything from him detaches, only for him to grab at your waist and spin you around to face him, adjusting his hold to crowd you once more. Your back hits the ceramic tiles, a sharp whine escaping you at the contrasting cold, and you can see that smirk you had envisioned on his face when you open your eyes, taking in every inch of the swept back hair now falling into his face as he tilts his forehead slowly to yours. Running your non-dominant hand up from his arm to his face, you push the strands back, smiling slightly at the way he melts as his eyelids flutter shut for just a second. As much as he said he hated how damn soft you made him, he sought after your touch, your hands much too intoxicating for him to deny them.

You glow a ring of delicate orange from the lantern shining behind him, the light bouncing off your glistening skin and those sparkling damn eyes that shine with unguarded affection despite your ‘annoyance’ from just moments ago. Creating shadows over your body with his broad figure as he blankets you, Daryl nearly groans with delight at the image - the realization that you look impossibly better with the warm hue making his head spin. And when he remembers that you’re his to love? He tries to hide just how much it makes his mind run, but his voice comes spilling out without much thought, everything about you shrinking the filter between his brain and mouth that he so tenaciously keeps on during the day.

“That so? ‘Cause if I do then I can’t tell ‘er how much I missed her. Or what I was thinkin’ when I thought about ‘er at night.”

Daryl was already so worked up at the thought of doing this to you, you didn’t even need to actually do anything to him to have him throbbing against your stomach, begging to be touched after days of only imagined scenarios to keep him company. So you indulge him, tracing your dominant hand down the V-line of his pelvis and biting your tongue when his hips snap into your grasp, his grip at your waist tightening as he tries to still himself. He wants you to touch him, to let you give him what you want to give him and he tries his damndest to control himself, instead using his words to try and rile you up.

“Nothin’ I do feels as good as her. Nothin’ I’ve tried’s ever been close.”

Your whole body shivers at the insinuation, the ceramic sandwiching you to Daryl ceasing to feel as cold as it did when he first pushed you against it. He feels like centuries have passed when your hand finally wraps around him, running your fingers in a stroke that has him groaning and nearly keeling over you with how much that simple damn action makes heat pool in the pit of his stomach. Everything about this feels heightened, the steam of the shower failing in comparison to the heat pinging between the two of you. His eyes seek yours, cock twitching and catapulting him much farther to his climax than he would like to admit when he sees you watching your grasp, lips parted ever so slightly, pleading with him to lay his on them.

Heart thrumming in his chest, another groan of an expletive followed by your name drops from Daryl before his hips jerk forward, stuttering into your grip with no real rhythm as he pushes a rough kiss onto your mouth. When you let out a little surprised squeal, he pulls himself back immediately, as if shocked by his own lack of self-control, but your hand never stops, and your face leans closer towards his, the feeling of his ruined sounds vibrating along your tongue making you chase him. This must have been how he felt when he had you whimpering for him on those late nights and early mornings. No wonder you both loved them so much.

Twisting your other hand from the side of his neck to his nape, you pull him to you with equal fervor, the stroking of his cock forgotten in favour of his chapped lips turning into something more sinful with each movement of his talented mouth. His fingers begin to wander now, eagerly grasping at the two dimples at your lower back before his palms find all too familiar territory kneading and massaging your ass. Knees nearly buckling, you remember the leaking heaviness twitching in your grip and you nudge him between your thighs, your legs spreading just a bit wider as you inch him closer and closer and closer to where you need it most.

“N-no, wait- I gotta-“

His hands shoot downwards to still yours and he pulls his hips from you, his statement stuttered through a sharp, shaky breath. Whining, you nearly beg for him before you realize he succeeded in what he set out to do - and he was only gone four days, your subconscious chastises. Your head is swimming in desperation for him as you shake it, hair whipping into your face and onto the wall while you vehemently disagree with both his words and your own internal mocking. All coherent thoughts leave your mind, washed away in the stream of water running down your body and you come to the conclusion that you don’t fucking care if he would poke fun at you come morning, you need to feel him.

“Daryl you don’t need to- you can just- I can-“

You don’t need to keep-

You can just-

I can-

God, you sounded pathetic, your voice barely breaking above breathy through the heavy beating of water, and he loves it, it’s enticing him; he could die right now and he would feel nothing but satisfaction. Daryl was never a very confident man - well, with people at least - but around you, he felt wanted. Not just in moments like this when you craved him so debaucherously, but in moments when you would pull close to him while you were sleeping or hug him from the back. Just giving him your affection so freely and not expecting any back. It made his heart damn near break everytime he had to leave. Adjusting his grip on you, he digs his knee into the wall, perching you on either side of him and leaning closer and closer to your burning skin.

“Gotta get ya ready. Jus’- jus’ be a good girl an’ be patient. Don’t want ya limpin’ tomorrow ”

Despite his words, Daryl can’t help but think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. It wouldn’t be so bad to linger beside you the whole day, a constant reminder of the real reason you needed him to get you things, or why you would grip his arm as a piss poor substitute for a crutch when the two of you walked along the street. Nobody else would know - at least, neither of you would ever tell - but the satisfied puff of his chest and the fact he stands just a little bit prouder might make them connect the dots. That, and the lovebites that creep out from underneath the neckline of your shirt which, coincidentally, only seemed to darken after he came back. Nah, he thinks to himself, it wouldn’t be so damn bad.

“I thought you were tired.”

There’s a hint of concern in your voice, peeking out from between the teasing and he grunts, acknowledging your words before his hands wrap around your wrists and urges them to loop around his neck. He knows he needs to do this, the action a silent beg for you to just relax and let him treat you right in the way you know he always will. With his neck flush in the crooks of your elbows, you tug him, pulling his face to yours and raking your fingers through his wet hair.

“Never too tired for you.”

His stubble scrapes against your nose as he mumbles his confession between kisses down from your forehead, a delicious burn leaving a trail that makes your heart beat impossibly faster between your ribs. Grip falling to your waist, Daryl’s rough fingers inch towards the apex of your thighs, but he moves them so fucking slow you're tempted to just reach down and push them into you like you intended to do with his cock. Before you can entertain the idea any longer, he catches your lips in a clash of tongue and teeth and knowingly smirks against your lips. He’s dedicated, attentive, and what kind of man would have the heart to deny you? He would do anything for you, all you had to do was ask.

Daryl eagerly swallows the moan you let out against his lips when his middle finger curls into you, the vibrations spreading along his tongue and consuming him from the inside out. Your thighs spread wider for him, welcoming him - no, begging him - for more and it riles him up almost comically well. Whether it was intentional or not, he would never know. He pulls his face away just inches, breath heavy against your parted lips before he sends you a small smile, an underlying mischief peeking out from the tiniest sliver of teeth he exposes. Leaning more of his weight onto his knee, his left hand travels around your waist to your ass, digging his dull fingernails into the flesh and pulling towards him, bringing your hips off the cold ceramic and snaking that arm into the curve he’s just created.

Before you can even brace yourself, he pushes a second finger in, curling languid with accelerating speed, revelling in the heat you bring him with an audible groan that reverberates off the shower walls. Already so desperate, the feeling nearly makes your legs shake under your own weight, but Daryl’s prepared - he could keep you up with the hand he has splayed across your upper back and he’s secretly proud of it. His mouth returns to you again, tongue surging to meet yours as if just the taste of your kiss would satisfy his desire to taste what’s beginning to coat down his palm.

It doesn’t, but it’s a damn good substitute.

Nails scratching pathetically at his scalp, your lungs beg for oxygen, but you ignore your body’s pleading for as long as you can. You need Daryl. Just him. Just him. His fingers are ardent, all of them pushing and pulling and toying and touching you in a way that skyrockets you into an overwhelming nirvana and it feels good. It feels so good to be with him again, surrounded by his scent and his heat, that you start to entertain the thought of begging for him. You try to do just that, but every sound coming from your lips is only absorbed greedily by his before you pull him away by his hair, taking large gulps of oxygen as he does the same.

Not even a second passes before you’re grinding down into his palm with pleas falling into the steam of the shower, all your words going straight down to his cock. Gritting his teeth, he growls at your desperation, lips shooting down along your collarbone before catching the skin between teeth. He has your whole body memorized, proof of that fact littered across your body in the form of lovebites, memories seared into your mind of his everything and it’s almost too much to handle. Almost. But you need more. And Daryl knows, much too perceptive in all senses of the word.

His left arm snakes up to your neck, the nape of it secured in a grip firm enough to pull your hips down onto his muscular thigh, spreading you and rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves with his rough skin. Something between a swear and Daryl’s name chokes through your throat and he curls his two fingers just enough for you to repeat the sound, the movement perhaps pulling your hips forwards toward him. With the way you grind down so readily on him, it wasn’t easy to tell whether the roll of your lower body was from his fingers or the lust running through your veins. A satisfied smirk worms its way onto his face that you want to kiss off, but your head is stuck against the ceramic tiling by his hand tugging securely on your hair. Not enough to hurt you. Never enough to hurt you.

He can feel it now, the fact that you’re close, and it only makes him work harder. Maybe it was selfish of him, expediting your pleasure so he can finally seek out his, but he’s damn near shaking with the thought of finally being able to be with you in one of the ways he always wants to be. Sometimes Daryl felt like a teenager with all this certain enthusiasm he can’t seem to control with you around, but you had never complained - you made him feel alive in all the best ways - and he thanked whoever was pulling the strings in his favour for bringing him to you. Circling his thigh, he pushes everything he can up into you, the pressure making you feel like you’re floating. Fingers carding through his hair, your whole body tightens around him in a silent plea, and he's pretty sure he would have to be just about the biggest idiot in existence to ever deny you.

“Give it to me. C’mon, give it to me. Ya wanted my cock didn’t ya? Jus’ give it to me an’ I’ll make ya feel even better.”

Give it to me.

Daryl’s voice makes your mind swim, the growl rough and dangerous like everyone always tends to think he is, and incoherence drops from your lips, echoing against the confines of the walls as his breath fans your ear. Rutting your hips up to his hand, the knot in your abdomen snaps, the proclamation of it escaping you in a broken moan of his name. He can feel your body’s reactions before you start to get those familiar sparking waves of pleasure, the clench of you around him growing sporadic as he continues to unravel you with his teeth gritted, the unrelenting precision of his fingers sending you clawing and tugging at his scalp with no regard of your strength for just a moment.

His groan at the sensations edges out the haze of your climax and you immediately detach from him, pulling your body back from his so abruptly that he slips from you. Scrunching his nose in disappointment, his large hands cling at the back of your thighs, bringing your chest and forehead to his as if he couldn’t stand being apart from you for even just a few seconds.

“Sorry- sorry if that hurt I didn’t mean to-”

Face inches from yours, he shakes his head and cuts you off with a series of hungry pecks. One to your sinfully soft lips, then to the corner of your mouth, then one to your jawbone, devouring your apology right then and there as he overtakes your senses.

“‘S alright. It felt good.”

Then he kisses you again, urgent all the same, but he only pushes a firm brush of his mouth against yours. The movement is like a signature, as if it were his name scribbled easily along at the bottom of a letter - a soft possession that you wear along the tingles of your lips. It makes you claw at him again, tugging on the sides of his hips to pull him flush against you, fingernails digging crescent shapes he wants to see come morning, and your apprehension all but dissolves into the hot water of the shower. You were his, he was yours and in his mind, there was nothing he wanted more than for you to show him just what he does to you.

“Anythin’ ya do feels good.”

It’s stupid, how you could be in the middle of something so intimate and a simple compliment from him could leave you flushed from the neck upwards, but he loves it. He loves the little whimper you let out at his words and he smiles that lopsided boyish grin that makes your heart skip a beat. When he smiles at you like that, it makes you feel like the only person in the entire world. No walkers, no Alexandrians, no runs or patients at the infirmary to steal you or him away from the other. There was no one except you and Daryl - and it’s been too damn long since it was like this.

Body flush against yours, he snakes a hand down between his legs and the other grips at your thigh, hooking it around his torso and begging with a roll of his hips for you to rest your leg there. Each breath he takes sends a jolt of pleasure blossoming against your ribs, his skin rubbing against your chest so deliciously it makes your mouth fall open in silent pants of air. You don’t know when you closed your eyes, but they open when Daryl says your name, broken by a curse that falls somewhere after the first letter. He looks good like this - eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched.

Gritting his teeth, his mouth can barely form a coherent sentence with how much excitement is coursing through him, and he’s trying his fucking best to hold back from slamming into you until you give him a nod or a pull or anything, but then something in him breaks. The feeling of just having you so damn close worms its way into his brain and he takes himself in his fist, dragging along to gather the remnants of your climax and notches himself, all the while groaning from the heat emanating off you.

“‘S this okay? Need t’know if this’s okay.”

Slurred speech. It was so uncharacteristic of the Daryl everyone else knew - the Daryl who was so sure of himself, the Daryl who wore a permanent scowl on his face, the Daryl who was so mysterious, never speaking anything above a growl - and you think you could have laughed had it not been for the fact the words themselves dig up memories of all the times he had said them to you before. Every cell in your body lights up, high alert now that he’s in you, but he’s not moving. He’s not inching into you or filling you in the only way he can and you push your hips towards him, greedy movements making you swallow more of him. Taking a sharp breath, he lets you rut against him, but still, he doesn’t fucking move.

“God, Daryl- yes. Yes, it’s okay. More- more than okay.”

Sometimes you hated him, and then hated how stupid you felt for hating him.

He waits for your words. He always does. Without fail he checks on you before he slides into you. He never wants to take because he always wants to be good for you, but sometimes you wish he would. Sometimes you wish he would just take from you - take everything you have. There is nothing in this world that is not shared between the two of you. Daryl’s wholly yours as you are wholly his.

Curses drop from his lips, your name thrown in once or twice as if he’s reminding himself you’re real as he feels you around him. They fly out of his mouth like the bolts from his crossbow and ricochet off every wall as he begins to move, slow at first, experimental maybe with his hand secure against your thigh, then he starts building and building into a heavy, sinful rhythm. Shakily, Daryl groans, the breath he lets out tendrilling at your chin before he sucks frantically at your bottom lip, your noises meeting his as they hit the ceramic wall.

He wants to live in this moment forever; immortalize the way you look and sound on one of those VHSes, write the damn date on it, and hide it away for his and your eyes only so it’s rewatchable and revisitable and reliveable. It's not enough to just sear you into his memory like he’s done so many times before because you’re damn near perfect. Like you were made for him - for him to give you everything he wants to give to you.

“Fuck- fuck- you feel better’n I remembered. How’s‘at possible?”

The words escape him, rushing out as if you’ve put a spell on him, and they almost escape you, too, your pulse beating in your ears. But he’s so close to you, growling out through gritted teeth into your ear and pushing his lips to the curve of your jawbone like they need to be on your skin. He pulls his body away, chest leaving yours, and you pull at his waist to bring him back, whining lewd for him and only him, shameless and betraying the blush you feel as you register his stutters, but he doesn’t. Instead, Daryl smiles, that same damn grin with his teeth hooked along his bottom lip and eyes hooded as he watches every change in expression. You groan, half in the way he rolls his pelvis just enough to rub against that small bundle of nerves that beg for him, and half in annoyance at the way that lascivious expression seems to make every electron in you buzz.

“Shut- shut up.”

He lets out a sharp breath, a singular amused ‘ha’ following it, cock hardening and twitching even more at the fact he’s making you blush like that first night he had lavished every inch of your body with his lips - like you didn’t deserve every single damn word escaping from him. Leaning his weight against his left forearm that lies on the side of your head, Daryl brings his face to yours, nipping at your lips and seeking your tongue before he starts speaking.

“You should see yourself like this, y’know. Fuckin’ perfect for me.”

For a man who only ever growls and mutters, he certainly liked to talk a lot when he was pounding into you the way only he knows how and you’re just so damn unbelievable for him. For him. You’re his to love and it sparks something within in him that makes his tongue fucking run and his hips speed up involuntarily. Hell, you probably heard more of his voice in this shower tryst than the whole first nightwatch you had with him. You’re not even sure the water is beating down onto you anymore because the heat of your body makes the shower pale in comparison.

The sweat accumulating on his back and chest and everywhere is washed away almost immediately as it forms and you’re grasping for something to hold onto. Clawing, you wrap both your arms under and around his shoulders and scratch desperately at his back, grinding up against him and making jumbled noises of moans and Daryl’s name when he drags against that spot he knows so well. It’s skin on skin, the ceramic wall ceasing to feel cold as you screw your eyes shut and let yourself mount and mount with each roll of his hips. You hear a nearly feral growl, feeling your leg being hiked up higher by the elbow hooked underneath your thigh, and a loud noise breaks from your throat when his thumb swipes where his cock meets you.

“C’mon, we ain’t got all night.”

You’re close and he knows it. It was like he was rubbing it in your face, the fact he could make you like this - how quickly he could reduce you into the incoherent, ruined state you always seemed to become for him. Attentive. He’s always attentive. You can tell by the way he’s memorized everything that makes you shake and capitalizes on them, thrusts coupled with the tight circles pulling you closer and closer to that precipice of pleasure, but he says those words anyways, hoping to get a reaction from you. Daryl’s not an impatient lover - he would spend hours buried in you if you let him - but he’s so damn close and perhaps almost selfishly, he wants to watch you succumb first. He wants to watch the water race down your body as you writhe for him against the wall, and he wants that to send him over the edge.

“Then- then do better, Daryl.”

You bite back, your breath grazing against his neck and a wet heat rushes through him, making him groan nearly wrecked as his hair tickles your cheek. Reaching behind his muscular body to his shoulder blades, one of his large hands is more than enough to wrap around both of your wrists and he takes them in his grasp, moving them until they’re secure against the ceramic wall behind you. You’re warm for him. Pliable for him despite the veil of distaste in your voice and he can’t get enough of it.

Daryl’s so fucking happy you bite back.

His hips stop and you let out an almost childish cry, but he stays buried deep, filling you up to the brim as the water beats down on the both of you and holding you against the tiles by the weight he’s pressing from where you meld to him. His face is so close to your ear now. So much so that you can feel the breath when he speaks, a dangerous growl resounding through your body before his teeth graze along your neck.

“Hm? I ain’t never heard a complaint from you be- before. That a- fuck- are ya challengin’ me?”

An expletive drops from Daryl’s lips when you clench around him, no doubt from the sudden crash of your mounting pleasure, and he pushes impossibly further into you, firmly pinning you down until he knows you won’t be able to move anymore. He wants to show you he can stop at any moment, that he can make you work for it, but you both know he’ll give in. Maybe you didn’t know the extent of which you have him wrapped around your finger, but if you even knew half of it, you would know he would never stop. Not when he was so desperate for you he can barely think of anything except the way you look and feel. At least, not unless you wanted him to.

“Are you g-gonna take it up?”

Although your mouth ceases there, your brain runs, pleas tickling at the tip of your tongue, but you can barely manage to form the meager few syllables that have already escaped you. Eyebrows knotted at your forehead, you try desperately to coax more movement from him - a whine, a whimper, a thrash of your pinned hands flattened by his strong grip - but Daryl’s so damn still and it’s driving you crazy. When your body settles for only ragged breathing and shaking thighs, he takes it as his cue to lean down, lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s so affectionate you forget that, just moments ago, he was relentlessly pounding into you.

“Don’t know. Seems like you might be wantin’ it more’n me.”

Smiling against your mouth, he pulls away just enough to speak. A challenge in his words so obvious to you that you try in vain to buck your hips to his. If he didn’t sound so good and look so good and feel so damn good, you would have denied it, but you’re strung so taut, so close to the peak, that you can barely form a retort. A stupid, handsome smirk rests on his lips as he waits. Patient. Like it wasn’t affecting him, being buried in you. He’s just waiting for your words - goading you as he watches from underneath his lashes.

“Daryl, I swear to God if you stop right-“

The insincere threat is enough to spur him into action. Partly due to the fact you sound so desperate and ruined for him, and partly because he just needs to feel you again - he would lay you down and take you the way you deserved on the bed come morning, but right now was a different matter entirely. Swearing, his smirk drops in favour of a scowl, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he snaps up into you in quick succession. The hand at your thigh is roaming now, massaging and palming wherever his nimble fingers can worm their way onto before it splays across your ass, using the grip to pull your body impossibly closer to his. Daryl would have made you beg for him - he wanted to - but he can’t stop himself. Not when you look so pretty up against the wall and you’re taking his cock so well.

“Been gone four days an’ you’re already so damn needy.”

Whether that statement was directed at you or himself, you would never know.

An abashed whimper escapes through you and you want to deny it, perhaps just to see what would happen, but you can’t. You can’t because Daryl’s right. He knows he is, and you know he is. You thrash your arms so you can touch him, feel his skin underneath your fingers, but his grip around your wrists keeps you firm against the ceramic tiling - just enough to keep you pinned so he can admire the way you squirm for him. Grunts and groans of your name escape from him with each thrust, the feeling of your body melded to his much too intoxicating for him to keep his mouth shut.

“What, you embarrassed now? Wanna cover your mouth? Keep them noises from me when you’re soundin’ so damn pretty? Ya better not be thinkin’ about it. ‘Cause ya damn well ain’t gotta.”

Daryl tilts his head, eyes squinting in faux-concern and mocking you as his hips relentlessly hit up into yours, pushing out the breath from your lungs which escape in tantalizing gasps with each roll. You’re so close, and the only thing you can do is moan at the sound of his rough voice, the coil tightening in your abdomen because of his determined thrusts. You just need a little more - just a little more - and he reads you like a book.

Without warning, the hand pinning your wrists frees itself, his finger pinpointing back between your thighs with an unadulterated eagerness to pull your climax from you and you damn near cry out Daryl’s name as you claw at his back. It’s like second nature to him, the way he can touch you and make you crumble for him. Practice does make perfect, and he’s always been a persistent man.

“Ya sure as hell weren’t when you were bein’ a brat.”

Everything he’s doing to you is almost effortless. It makes your legs shake and without warning, your thighs tense up, a white hot surge of pleasure erupting from the base of your stomach and you gasp a broken moan of Daryl’s name as you clutch at his neck in an effort to keep yourself from collapsing onto him. He holds you close, chest pushed up to yours and breathing ruined into your ear as he works you through your climax with dextrous fingers, chasing his own as his rhythm begins to falter. Sporadic thrusts meet each flutter of your clenching warmth. until he can’t hold out anymore.

Screwing his eyes shut, a stuttered chanting of profanities mixed in perfectly with pleads of your name fan out from his mouth and he pulls out, rubbing himself harsh against your thigh before your fingers wrap around his cock. Fuck, Daryl nearly crumbles right then and there, a ragged groan rushing from him before his hips jerk upwards to your touch - nothing could even compare to it and he thinks nothing could ever come close. Nothing except you. Pulsing in your grasp, both of his rough hands dig into either of your thighs and he stills, teeth gritted as the evidence of his pleasure hits your stomach before being washed away in the steady stream of water.

Satisfied, you smile and lean towards him, your head coming off the ceramic wall, and he parts his lips immediately for your tongue, but you pull away after giving him a quick peck. Scrunching his nose, Daryl pats lightly at your thigh for your attention and seeks your lips once more, moving his with the same amount of overwhelming love and affection he always does. It makes you feel warm inside, like you were the only one in the world for him. And you were. At least, in his mind you were.

He releases the grip he has on your thigh and slowly lowers it, his hand still ghosting close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. Both legs still shaking slightly, your foot hits the floor of the shower and you lean your weight on it, tentative and experimentally at first before you overestimate its security and half-fall-half-stumble into him. Daryl notices, of course he does, and he swallows down the pride welling in his chest as his sure grasp steadies you against his body.

“Hey, hey, I got ya. Jus’- jus’- I got ya.”

By instinct, he speaks, the rumble of his chest against yours making your heart well up with the familiar fondness you always experience when it comes to him. Daryl wasn’t a man of many words even though you had managed to break him out of his shell a little - at least with you - but there was no doubt in your mind that he genuinely and wholeheartedly cared about you. In his eyes, you had strung the stars into the sky and he always treated you with a softness he never thought himself capable of.

With one hand on his waist and one on his shoulder, you use Daryl as a crutch, continuing to lean your weight on your legs until they cease to shake. When you can stand on your own, albeit with wobbly legs, you link your fingers in both of his and meet his protective gaze - alert as if prepared to catch you again if your body gave any type of signal. He smiles when he sees the expression on your face and brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a firm kiss onto the back of each of your hands before letting go and reaching for the bar of soap you two had ignored in exchange for something more riveting.

“Here, let me- I’ll help ya wash up.”

It meets your shoulder and it’s cold as he trails it down, lathering your right arm before moving across your chest and to your left. Smiling at his concern, you hum, nodding your head and content at the feeling of his tenderness as he continues to dutifully run the suds down along your body. Daryl unabashedly goes about copping a feel or two when his hand just so happens to fall onto your chest or your ass, a boyish grin meeting your quirked eyebrow when you question his intentions with a look. If you actually, truly cared to ask him, he would say he was helping you wash your body and making sure he was doing it to the best of his ability - quality assurance or some shit like that.

He helps you lather, too, calloused fingers rubbing off dead skin much better than yours could as he focuses the showerhead on him. You laugh when he pulls you into him, water streaming down your body along with his hands as the bubbles wash off your body and you run the bar of soap along the broad expanse of his shoulders, doing your fair share of subtle… touching too. Daryl all but melts into your caring hands, revelling in the way your attention is solely focused on him before he grunts, as if signalling you to look at him. When you do, his hands loop around your waist, head tilted to one side as he gingerly rubs those little shapes he always love to draw onto your skin.

“Y’alright? Was, uh, was that alright, I mean.”

Allowing you to maneuver him under the shower, he begrudgingly lets go of you to rinse off all the soap and feels genuinely clean for the first time in what felt like days. Smiling, you respond, saluting playfully and laying a small peck onto the corner of his lips before you spin around, pulling the curtain open just enough to reach for the towel lying just a few inches away on the towel rack but still keeping the warmth from the water in.

“Yes, sir!”

His cock twitches at the name, betraying the slur of fatigue in his voice and he sighs at himself, turning the shower knob off and opening the curtain fully, reaching for his own towel that hangs next to yours. He always did feel like a teenager when it came to you, and usually he didn’t mind it, but he really was tired before this and his back is killing him, so maybe another time.

Drying your body, you turn your head towards him and smile before making quick work of your wet hair and stepping out, pulling your underwear on from where you left it on the bathroom counter. It’s a small smile, one fully innocent and only ever reserved for him, but that look makes your words replay in his mind. A shudder runs through him as he tries to ease a smile onto his face too, admiring the scene of you for a moment. It’s domesticity, showing him a homelife he could actually feel loved and safe in; reminding Daryl something like that actually existed for him.

He imagines meeting you in a different world, wooing you like you deserved through coffee dates and Radiohead concerts, not through killing reanimated corpses or guarding Alexandria’s walls together, and his whole body calms down.

But then you pull on a shirt that’s much too big for you - one of his shirts that you said you liked wearing because it smelled like him - and he swallows his spit as if he hadn’t seen you naked just moments ago, a familiar shudder running through him again. Definitely another time. Near future, preferably.

Hopefully.

“You coming?”

Your voice breaks Daryl out of his daydream and he grunts an answer, smirking at the joke that just popped into his head as he replies with a curt ‘I just did’ and catches the pair of boxers you throw at him in response. Rolling your eyes, you comb your fingers through your hair and try to dry it as much as you can with the towel before reaching for your toothbrush. He follows suit, dressed in only his boxers as he brushes his teeth and shakes his wet hair at you like a dog, causing you to whip water at him off your fingertips after you wash off the excess toothpaste dribbling at the corners of your mouth. Smiling internally, he spits, tasting mint on his tongue that he'd much rather replace with the taste of your lips, even though he knows full well you’re just as minty as he is.

“Thank you.”

Meeting his eye in the mirror, you give him a confused look, eyebrows raised in an expression he thought was much too cute on your face for your own good. Your hands don’t still as you continue to rub out the water in your hair, determined not to go to bed with it too wet and risking it to clump up and dry tangled.

“For lettin’ me, uh, do that.”

His naturally gravelly voice clears up, turning slightly more timid than you were used to and you notice the shift in his behaviour. He avoids your gaze, waiting for your response as he fiddles with the lantern he now has in his grasp, unsure of what you would say and you decide your hair is dry enough. Hanging your towel back onto the rack next to his, you grab his free hand and lead the two of you back towards the bed, smiling affectionately as you turn off the lightsource and place it onto the nightstand. Wide-eyed, Daryl stares at you, as if waiting for you to tell him to leave - that you hated what he had done - but you break him from that train of thought as you slip under the covers and welcome him to join you.

Relief washes over him and he happily climbs in, groaning at the feeling of your body next to his and he succumbs to the comfort of the mattress. Pushing yourself into his side, his arms automatically open for you and he swears he could cry when you brush your thumb against his cheekbone and lean up to him.

“Anything for you.”

He feels the words as you whisper them just inches away from his lips, and he relishes in them when you pull away from the quick peck and dig your face into your pillow, closing your eyes and just looking so at peace. You’re so close to him Daryl’s in awe and he can’t help but stare. Wanting to hold onto the feeling of his skin a little longer, your finger draws a little heart over where his beats in his chest and you speak again, voice so warm and sincere.

“I’m glad you’re home.”

Home. That’s what it is to him now, too.

“Glad ‘m home too.”

With a final kiss laid on your forehead, Daryl echoes your statement and pulls your body closer into his. A small smile tugs at his lips and his arm slings lazily at your waist before he, too, closes his eyes, allowing himself to fall into the lull of sleep.

It was good to be back.

Back to a home he had made with you.

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not telling them you’re pregnant - f!reader

- fluff, sliiiight angst maybe

- characters: suna, sakusa, semi

- warnings: pregnancy (i don’t go into detail of giving birth or anything), cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, two mention of the act of sex in semi’s, some cursing

- wc: 1.4k, 888, 946

a/n: it’s f!reader cuz pregnancy but there’s no specific pronouns/gendered terms used

also idk how suna got so long, he was the last one i wrote for bc i couldnt think of anything lmao

[2. iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama]

SUNA

#! suna has been practicing late into the night the past few weeks

#! there’s a big game coming up and the entire team is feeling the pressure and adrenaline from the crunch time

#! you haven’t been feeling too good lately, a lot heavier and more tired than usual

#! thinking it was just stress from work and the missing presence of your boyfriend, you pushed through it and thought it would go away in the next few days

#! unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and you started to get sudden needs to throw up

#! it didn’t take you long to realize why your physical and mental drive have been down lately

#! you’re pregnant

#! or you believe you are

#! you bought a few tests, some of different brands so you can have a variety, and headed home to confirm your suspicion

#! a few minutes later, staring back at you was multiple positive symbols and the bolded ‘PREGNANT’s

#! taking a few deep breaths, you decided to tell suna tonight once he comes home

#! you thought it was better to let him know as soon as possible

#! it wouldn’t hurt anyone plus the faster you rip the bandaid off, the easier it’ll be to deal with it

#! so you waited

#! and waited

#! until 11pm that night, when suna finally came through the front door

#! “tarō! how was practice? can we talk?” you hurriedly greeted him

#! he was taken aback, not expecting you to be right beside him and in his ear as soon as he came in

#! of course you weren’t, you made sure to put some space in between you and him

#! but suna was stressed and tired, so everything is intensified to him at the moment

#! “can you back up?” he mumbled, pushing his way from in front of you to walk to the kitchen

#! “oh, sorry. can we talk?” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he would say yes

#! you’re not blind, you can tell that suna was tired but you really didn’t wanna put this off

#! you were just gonna tell him, he gets surprised, you both talk it out, and then go to bed and continue figuring things out tomorrow morning

#! but before any of that can happen, suna bluntly told you, “no. i’m tired. i’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal. can it be tomorrow? i wanna sleep.”

#! you didn’t get to answer before he was already walking away to the bedroom

#! understanding where he was coming from, you mentally agreed to talk to him tomorrow. one day wouldn’t change anything and you’ve seen plenty of people not tell their partners until a few weeks in

#! he was right, it wasn’t a big deal (yet)

#! so you waited until tomorrow

#! and waited

#! and once again, he came home late

#! “hey! can we quickly talk, babe?”

#! “i’m tired. tomorrow, okay?”

#! “oh, okay. night, rin!”

#! “g’night.”

#! night came and there was still no talk

#! this continued on for about 2 weeks, you finally choosing to not care anymore and just let him find out whenever he finds out

#! technically, you could’ve just blurted out a simple, “i’m pregnant.” any point during your nightly five seconds conversations

#! but seeing that he really was tired, springing it onto him would either put him in a full body shock for three days or he just doesn’t fully process your words until three days after

#! a month has passed, your stomach was still barely showing like most women at their one month mark

#! you decided to book an appointment for a checkup, it’ll be while suna’s at practice

#! and that doctor appointment was the exact reason suna found out

#! he was at practice when komori entered the gym

#! he had a doctor’s appointment for his annual checkup, and that’s where he saw you

#! you didn’t see komori, busy reading the directory to find your way to the right office

#! but he saw you on the way out. seeing that you looked a bit busy, he chose not to greet you and just quickly walk to his car lmao why is this funny to me

#! entering the gym, he greeted everyone and apologized for his tardiness even though it was excused

#! walking up to suna, he tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him, “i saw yn at the hospital earlier. it’s been awhile since we all got together huh, they looked a bit different.”

#! ok so komori, being the smart person he is, deducted that you were pregnant when he saw your finger pointing at the ob/gyn office

#! and he genuinely thought suna knew so his comment was suppose to be a small joke that was meant to tease suna and his sex life

#! suna, however, was confused

#! look different? did you get surgery?

#! “what do you mean?”

#! komori rolled his eyes and gave a sweet smile at suna, “congrats you two! when were you gonna tell the rest of us?”

#! suna: 👨‍🦲 huh

#! “are you guys not pregnant?” he blinked at suna’s frozen reaction

#! suna became unresponsive so komori just walked away mumbling to himself about being sure he read the sign right

#! a loud whistle blew and it shook suna out of his daze, everyone got ready to play a practice game of 3 vs 3 while suna ran over to the coach

#! “hey coach, um i think there’s an emergency at home. can i go? ok thanks.”

#! his coach just stares after him as he sprints off, you think? is there an emergency or not?

#! suna quickly drove home, he may or may not have speed a little, and entered the apartment

#! “yn? baby?” he called out only to be greeted back with silence

#! probably still at the hospital....what were you doing there? he thought to himself while rummaging around the house to find anything that could give him somewhat of an idea

#! he was digging around in the bedroom when you came home, his head so frenzied he didn’t hear the front door open

#! but you heard the ruckus from the bedroom and immediately went into fight or flight

#! panicking, you took out your phone to call suna while quietly opening the front door to make your way back out before the intruder catches you

#! the phone rang and rang until it was picked up. “suna?” you whisper-yelled into the speaker. you had a habit of calling him by his last name when you were freaking out. he noticed and was equally alarmed

#! “what’s wrong?” he whispered back just as panicked

#! “there’s someone in our apartment. can you come home?”

#! “huh? oh, are you home?” he cackles into the phone speaker making you move the phone away from your ear, “it’s me, sweets, c’mere.”

#! you warily walked on your tiptoes over to your bedroom, peeking your head in and what a surprise, it is suna

#! “jackass! why are you home?!”

#! “why didn’t you tell me?” he cut straight to the point

#! “huh?”

#! “you’re pregnant. when were you gonna tell me?” his voice sounding stern, but the quiet smile dancing on his face tells a different story

#! “i tried.”

#! “huh? what do you mean?”

#! “all those times i asked if we could talk. i was trying to tell you.”

#! his heart dropped, eyebrows furrowing, while he stared you down

#! suna became unresponsive once again, standing there trying to think back to the first time you asked him

#! two weeks ago

#! “i’m sorry,” he quietly whispers

#! “hm? i..it’s fine....i was a bit sad, but i’m over it. at least you know now,” you casually shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal

#! “no. i shouldn’t have pushed you aside like that. even if you weren’t pregnant, even if you had just wanted to tell me about some stupid video you saw that day, i shouldn’t have told you off. i’m sorry, i love you a lot and you deserve so much better.”

#! “tarō, shut up. i accept your apology and i forgive you, now make it up to me by giving me a back massage while i show you the ultrasound pictures!”

#! he kisses you before lifting you up bridal style making his way to the bed

SAKUSA

#! contrary to popular beliefs, sakusa is not an obsessive germaphobe who finds everything disgusting but you

#! he wouldn’t be playing volleyball if he was that afraid of germs,,,,,

#! yes, he cringes if random little kids grab onto him after games because 1) he’s drenched in sweat and that feeling is not fun

#! 2) he doesn’t even know themmm

#! and 3) he wanna go home

#! but sakusa loves you and if you happened to get pregnant, he would love your kid(s) just the same

#! however, he never told you this. he never really had a reason to voice this out loud

#! so when you actually did get pregnant, you were confused

#! the only interactions between sakusa and kids you’ve seen multiple times were the moments between him and his fans

#! you guys have been to family parties and his nieces, nephews, and cousins looooves him

#! maybe it’s the fact that he’s a tall looming giant and they just want to climb

#! but besides those moments, you don’t recall him ever telling you upfront that he wants children of his own

#! and the constant stress and pressure he always seem to be working around also doesn’t help reassure you in any way

#! being an athlete for a living means always watching your body, health, and looks for the cameras (but omi could care less about the last thing)

#! he also has to make sure whether or not he’s working well with his teammates, practice and improve on anything he’s having problems with, and deal with atsumu’s dramatic ass

#! you’re an overthinker and because of that, all of these reasons were just reasons for you to postpone the pregnancy news to your long term boyfriend

#! it wasn’t too hard anyway, considering practice runs late sometimes and he’s busy majority of the time doing other stuff

#! when you guys do have alone time together, you both are so focused on one another that you actually forget that you’re pregnant and you never told him

#! you’re about to hit the three months mark now — time goes by fast — and sakusa has noticed you and your body changing

#! at first he just thought you were going through a phase of cravings and a bit of bloating, so he didn’t mention it and just let you be

#! he never got to witness you getting morning sickness because he goes on early runs or he was just out doing morning errands so he wouldn’t have to deal with it later that day

#! so when he caught you in the kitchen cutting up a lemon, the last thing he was expecting you to do was bring the lemon directly up to your mouth

#! “uh, what are you doing?” his deep voice caught you off guard, effectively stopping the hand that was holding the lemon

#! you just stare at him, not wide-eyed, not surprised, just stare

#! “eating a lemon.”

#! “i can see that.... why exactly?”

#! “dunno, the baby i guess.” you casually shrugged it off before popping the lemon slice into your mouth

#! “ah-,” he opened his mouth to stop you from eating the lemon, your words not fully processing in his mind, but cut off midway and froze when he finally realized

#! hearing him pause like that made you suddenly remembered that you never told him you were pregnant

#! you slowly turned back to look at him, mouth still slowly chewing the lemon slices

#! a moment of silence later, he unfreezes and just starts stiffly walking towards you

#! he grabbed you by the shoulders, made you look him in the eyes, before whispering, “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “y-yes..”

#! his eyes were wide, black pupils expanding as he stared you down, his lips slowly curving into a small smile

#! “you’re pregnant....,” he whispers, mainly to himself, hugging your head into his chest

#! “mhm, get off me i’m trying to eat,” you gently pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge

#! “omiiii please, if you get off i’ll give you a slice,” you tried bribing him. he couldn’t tell if you were being serious or just teasing

#! “no.”

#! “um ok, two slices?”

#! “no.”

#! “omi!”

#! he giggles before opening his arms to let you go

#! “why didn’t you tell me?”

#! you didn’t reply right away, making him start to overthink

#! did you not want the baby? or did you not want a kid with him? did you not want to be with him anymore? or was it not his?!

#! he childishly shakes his head side to side at the last question. he knew you wouldn’t do that

#! but you were still silent, making him nervously glance at you from the side

#! “sorry, piece of lemon stuck in my teeth. i just forgot to tell you,” the words easily flowing out of your mouth nonchalantly

#! sakusa’s fingers were literally about to start twitching from anxiousness beside you

#! a sigh of relief was heard from him and you turned to look at him

#! “you okay?”

#! he doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and goes back to hugging you from behind

SEMI

#! you were currently sitting on the couch in your shared apartment waiting for semi to come home

#! he’s been on tour for a few months now, you both kept in touch by facetiming, texting, calling, and any other methods of virtual communication

#! you would tune into the live recording of all of his performances when you had time so you could watch him

#! a few weeks into tour, you suddenly felt different than usual but shook it off as nothing and probably just you missing your boyfriend

#! you believed that until one morning you were woken up by the sudden urge to throw up, dashing to the restroom as fast as your drowsy body can go

#! it was then that you realized you might be pregnant

#! the night before semi left, you both had sex to enjoy your last few hours together before he had to leave for a few months

#! with the new realization, you quickly dressed yourself to make a short trip to the store to pick up some tests

#! after half an hour of looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to wrap your head around this, you finally opened the first box

#! a few minutes later, all 5 tests were lined up on the bathroom counter showing positive

#! you stared at the tests, trying to make sure you weren’t reading it wrong

#! once you began to understand the responsibility of being pregnant a few hours later, you made a mental note to go out and buy some food for yourself the next day

#! you decided to sleep off the rest of that day

#! through all of the facetime calls with semi, you never once told him you were pregnant

#! you knew that if you told him he would freak out and either demand to go back home, or stay but all of his attention would be on you being pregnant alone at home for the rest of the tour

#! so here you are now, sitting with a 4 1/2 months baby bump waiting for your beloved to come home

#! it was around 6pm when the front door opened, sounds of shuffling bags and heavy steps could be heard from the musician

#! he cursed under his breath when he almost tripped over a duffle bag with some of his loungewear, calling out for you as he walks further into the apartment, “baby? i’m home!”

#! he was about to speak up again when he saw you asleep on the couch

#! bouncing his way over, he got onto his knees at the edge of the couch to observe your face. god i miss you, he thought to himself

#! he gently shakes you awake, you jolted in surprise not knowing you fell asleep in the first place

#! “hmm- what?,” soft murmurs falling from your lips as you adjusted your eyes at your surrounding

#! “eita!” he grinned at you, both of you pulling each other into a hug

#! “fuck, i miss you so much.” he whispered into your ears before placing his face into your neck

#! “i miss you more.” you tightened your grip around him making him move up on the couch to get more comfortable

#! you both moved around until he had you cradled in between him, your back against his chest

#! his hands going under your his shirt to caress you there when his movements stopped right on top of your stomach

#! it was silent as his warm hands rubbed your stomach in circles, the gears turning in his head

#! “are you- you feel- why’s your tum so round and hard?” he quizzically asked, still rubbing your stomach

#! “pregnant.” your voice a low whisper, he almost didn’t catch it

#! “what?”

#! “pregnant.” you repeated, a bit louder this time

#! “huh?”

#! “pregnant!” you sighed, moving his hand so you can get off of him

#! he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away and turns you to look at him

#! “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “i just said that. yes.”

#! you knew you sounded blunt and a bit mean, it wasn’t his fault he doesn’t know at all, but your hormones have been making you crankier and it’s out of your control

#! “sorry. yes, i’m pregnant.”

#! his eyes continuously darts up and down from your eyes to your bump

#! “how long?”

#! “since you left.”

#! “was it the night before?” he was referring to your act of intimacy the night before he left

#! “yea.”

#! “wow. why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “because.”

#! “‘cuz what?”

#! “because i know you. you would either stop touring and come home, or stay but lose focus. i was just trying to not distract you because i know how important your career is to you. and because i thought that you’ll be having a six months break after this tour before your next comeback, i would tell you when you came home. i’m sorry if you’re ma-,”

#! “i’m not mad. oh don’t cry, babe, look at me.”he carefully cups your face, “it’s okay, it’s okay. i get why you kept it from me. and now that i have no schedule for the next six months, i can be there for you until the end of your pregnancy and the beginning of our baby’s life alright?”

#! you weakly nodded against his palms, and he brings you back down to lay your head on his chest as you both softly talk about the past months without each other

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