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smileyerim · 2 years

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i don’t care what we are it just has to work

“What you love the most will kill you”, the old proverb your mother used to say rings in your ear over and over again as you sit in front of your phone waiting for Chris to answer the FaceTime call. You’ll do anything to keep him close, even if it means destroying yourself.

inspired by: extremely personal events so please be nice :(Title comes from Understand by Hippo Campus

pairing: idol!chan x hannah’s roommate!reader

genre: angsty long distance situationship. some fluff

length: 2.9k

warnings: very very sad I’m sorry!!

net tags: @kflixnet @straykidsland

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You’ve been looking forward to it all week.

Clearly, as you’re sitting on your bathroom counter, legs crossed underneath you as you skillfully twirl your hair around the curling iron in an attempt to look nice for him. It’s almost embarrassing how much effort you put into your calls with him.

“You talk to him more than I do at this point.” Hannah’s voice startles you, causing your finger to slip and make contact with the hot iron. You hiss a swear word and drop your hair and focus in on the red mark on the pad of your middle finger.

“Fuck, would it kill you to knock first to announce your presence?”

“Sorry you’re too busy fantasizing about my big brother to notice me.” She teases and a blush comes up your cheek. She wasn’t supposed to catch you like this, getting ready for your calls with him with too much effort.

“I wasn’t thinking about Chris.” You defend, unplugging the curling iron with a frown, deciding at the last minute that putting your hair in a claw clip is a better move. At least now that Hannah’s caught you primping when she knows that the only plans you have tonight are for a call with her brother. Her brother that you’re “just friends” with.

“Oh, suuure.” She draws out and turns to walk away from the bathroom, “whatever you say!”

You roll your eyes at her after her back is turned, still feeling bothered by your burnt finger.

She was right, though, you were thinking about him. You do that a lot lately. Running through the old memories of his silly pick up lines, fantasizing about telling him how you feel, imagining what your first time meeting him again will be like.

Yeah, you think of him a lot. Probably too much as your heart continues to lurch every time you think about a future that isn’t promised to you of you and him in love.

Still annoyed, you kick your bathroom door closed and lock it quickly before you begin on your makeup. Sure, you had abandoned your curls but you’ll be damned if you don’t put the slightest effort in after not speaking to him for almost 2 weeks.

He’s busy preparing for a tour that is, fortunately, making a stop in LA. Unfortunately, though, there’s not enough free time in his schedule for you to give your relationship the trial run you desperately want. It’s fine, though, you’re still just friends. Just friends who begin each morning with an “I miss you” text and flirt like tomorrow won’t come, but just friends nonetheless.

Your 5:55 PM alarm shocks you out of your daydream and you’re forced to scramble to apply your mascara, nearly smudging it on the bridge of your nose in your scurry but thankfully you avoid it.

It’s 5:58 and you’re emerging from the bathroom to a knowing look etched on Hannah’s face as she stares at you scurry to and from your room in prep for your FaceTime with her brother. She’s not an idiot, she knows what’s going on here. She saw it all happen in front of her two eyes.

She’s seen her brother in love before, high school puppy love that is, but she’s never seen him like this. During their first world tour in the US, Hannah had invited all of her new roommates to join her in the fancy VIP stadium box Chris had organized (and paid for) for the whole group to watch the show. You hadn’t heard of Stray Kids or knew who she was when you posted the empty room ad on your school’s Facebook page, so you were truly surprised to love the show as much as you did. Before the end of the evening, you and Chris were side by side knocking shoulders as you laughed uncontrollably at the inside jokes you two had just created. All Hannah could do was giggle along to the story she knows she’s about to witness.

Still, despite the chemistry, he didn’t ask you out. You assumed it had something to do with his schedule, or the fact that you’re his baby sisters roommate, or that he simply wasn’t interested.

Hannah can hear the excited screams from you both behind your shut and locked door and it makes her smile a sad smile for you as she decides to turn in for the evening.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” He exclaims through the phone.

“What, why?“ you giggle, finding his swollen face and bed head ridiculously cute. Once a week you take the evening off of work and studies and FaceTime Chris 10 minutes after he wakes up. He’s known to complain that it’s so unfair that you get the time to look so beautiful while he’s just waking up but secretly you prefer it this way.

“You look so stunning it made my heart stop!” He giggles out and you fake gasp, heart beating just a little faster at the flirty comment.

“Oh, shut up, you scared me.” You say, setting your phone down to prop it up on an old Gatorade bottle on your desk.

“Hello, Y/N.” He says finally with a grin on his face.

You giggle again, “Hey, Chris. Missed you.” His eyes shut and he lets out a big sigh.

“I can’t wait to see you again. I think about it a lot, actually.” He says, head leaned back on his pillow as he stares at his ceiling. He doesn’t want to look at you as he admits that.

“Me too,” You admit sheepishly as he looks back towards his phone screen, “I hope it lives up to all my expectations.”

It won’t, though, you won’t walk away with him being yours and you’re unfortunately sure of that.

“What expectations are those, hmm?” He teases and you suddenly feel very shy. Now is not the time to admit your painfully obvious feelings towards him so you chose to play it safe, the same way you have been since you began your “friendship” a year ago.

“Chris, that night that we met was one of the most fun nights of my life.” You look at him as he stares back with a small smile on his focused face.

“Me too.” He admits and that honestly shocks you. You’re a simple girl who leads a simple life. You don’t have many groundbreaking life experiences to your name, but Chris does. He’s the leader of one of the biggest kpop boy bands of all time, he’s collecting major life experiences like they’re Pokémon cards.

“Really?” You say, surprised and he looks at you like you’re stupid, as if you were supposed to just guess that about him.

“I’m so used to feeling like such a celebrity,” you scoff at him at that and he laughs. It’s a common occurrence for you to tease him for his status although it often makes you feel small, “that night where I got to be just Chris and have fun with a pretty girl I had great chemistry with was amazing.”

You full on blush at this point with no words to say. Chris is somewhat of a flirt, that’s no surprise. He’s always shooting off some cheesy compliment or pickup line he stole from his fans but it’s not often he says the compliments with so much sincerity. Says it like it’s just a simple fact, not something he’s seeking to get a response from you on. When he does speak in this way you’re usually left to scramble to try and change the topic to save your heart. You can handle his flirty comments because you can brush them off the same way you do when your girl friends speak to you that way, but comments like that make it difficult to do so.

You hum, looking down at your thumbs as they twiddle, an anxious habit you’ve formed long ago. “You look great right now, by the way.” You decide to tease his bed head. You secretly love it but you know it makes him shy.

“Shut up!” He bellows a full laugh, flattening down his curls with his hand. You laugh with him at how ineffective it was. You can’t complain, you love it.

“I’m sooo sorry that I’m sooo eager to get to talk to you that I forget to get all pretty.” He teases and you giggle again.

“Yeah, you should be. Hurts my eyes a little bit.” You squint and put your hand up to block the screen.

He laughs again, “fine, then, I’ll just hang up if it’s so torturous for you.” He feigns a threat, but it still makes your face flush at the idea.

“Wait! No!” You lean in and pout to the screen, “please don’t leave you look sooo handsome your hair is sooo perfect.” You match his tone from earlier.

He rolls his eyes at you at that, “well I know that but thank you for clarifying.” He smiles satisfied at your defeated face.

“How’s tour prep going? Any changes?” He knows exactly what you’re asking, but he chooses to ignore it. He, just like you, wishes desperately for more than 2 successive nights. He wants his days in LA to be spent with you too, but the reality is much bleaker than that. He has a total of 4 waking hours to give, half of that he’s determined to give to his sister as well.

“We added another song to the encore. So now the show is a total of three fucking hours long.” He doesn’t swear in front of you often so it takes you off guard, but you understand. It communicates exactly what it needed to.

“I’m sorry, I can’t imagine. That’s so much work in such a short period of time I don’t know how you do it.” You whisper, all you have to offer is empathy.

He smiles at your dejected appearance in fondness, “It’s okay, my favorite pretty girl coming makes it worth it. I’m glad to put on a long show for her to enjoy.” He smiles wider at your expression.

“Oh please, I’m not even paying to go, don’t you care about your fans and the hundreds of thousands of dollars they’re paying to make the three hour show possible?” You reject his compliment.

He was just kidding with you, of course he cares about his fans but he was attempting another flirt. He knows he shouldn’t do it so often, he worries a lot about leading you on. Until his contract in Korea is completed, he can’t have you, simple as that. Three more years until he has the freedom to decide for himself who he wants to love.

He doesn’t like to think about the fact that once those three years are complete, he will probably choose to stay in Seoul to continue the career he’s built. Far, far away from you still then.

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” He gives you a smile. Yeah, he really feels guilty for leading you on in such a way.

“Any other changes?” You look at him with a sparkle in your eyes.

“I have one hour per evening two hours after the post concert interviews.” He says, same spiel he’s given you since the tour was announced. He watches as your shoulders drop in sadness.

After a beat and a sigh, you look up at the screen “I’ll take what I can get!”

He smiles sadly at you, the image of his face getting frozen for a moment. Damn your spotty Wi-Fi.

“Here’s an idea for you then. What if I upgrade my hotel room to get 2 beds and you stay over with me?” You perk up at his idea.

“Really?”

He laughs softly and his eyes sparkle in affection for you, “Yes, really. I can’t stay up too late since I’ll have early schedules the following day but we can spend some short time together getting ready for bed.”

You smile big and wide at that but your ears finally catch on to what he said. He proposed to share a hotel room with you that has two beds. You get whiplash every time you speak to him, simply unable to read his signs. Does he like you or not? You feel silly every time you presume that he does, but you feel even dumber thinking that he doesn’t. The mixed signals hurt your head.

“Two beds?” You say in boldness, catching even yourself off guard. You weren’t planning on speaking your mind, but the words slipped from your lips faster than you could stop them.

He sighs sadly at that, “Y/N…”

Deciding to ditch the boldness after it’s escaped you, “Two beds are fine.” Is all you say with a fake smile. There are many times that the topic of your budding relationship comes up in little ways, but you’d rather avoid it. Again choosing to save yourself from the potential pain of opening a wound that doesn’t need to be.

No matter what you end up heartbroken. Either because he doesn’t want you, or because you’re far from him.

“Look, beautiful, I have to go,” You frown, but the butterflies erupt in your belly at his cute nickname.

“I’ll talk to my manager about the room switch.”

You smile sadly at the screen, yet still very excited to get to spend the time with him.

“Oh, and, I’m sorry about this but you know that tour starts next week.” He pauses to gauge the look on your face.

“I won’t be able to talk like this until I see you in person, okay?” He says and that nearly makes you want to cry. You haven’t gone longer than 2 weeks without your FaceTime calls since you met him a year ago. With LA being the last stop on their your, this means four weeks without speaking to him.

“I understand, Chris.” You smile at him again and his heart nearly leaps out of his chest. He’ll never understand what he did to deserve your compassion and understanding towards him. Where your doubt comes in the way of having the same security, he doesn’t share those insecurities. He knows exactly how you feel for him and what you want.

“Thank you for understanding.” He says softly.

“Thank you for trying.” You whisper back before he’s saying his goodbyes and the call ends.

It’s not long after you hear the hang up chime that the flood gates open and the tears fall. You’re supposed to feel elated after speaking with him, not discouraged and drained.

It dawns on you in this moment as you curl on the foot of your bed, freshly applied mascara stained tears cascading down your face, that you love him.

This is no longer a simple crush to write off as if it’s nothing, this is full on love. The greatest love of your life so far and you suspect probably ever.

As you think on the love you have for him, the tears fall harder and your sobs grow louder.

It’s in this moment as well that you realize with a heartbroken smile that you don’t care what happens at the end, as long as he’s in your life you’re content, or, at the very least, you will have to try to be.

You don’t want to live without him, you never want to go longer than 2 weeks without your calls again.

Unbeknownst to you, Hannah’s standing on the other side of your bedroom door listening in with tears in her own eyes listening to your sobs. Her heart is broken for you both.

As she lies her head against your door, she feels overwhelmed with guilt having been the person to initially introduce you both. Yet, at the same time, she doesn’t feel that way entirely. She knows that at the end of this long road is happiness for you both. There’s no way that the universe would set you two up in this way to end in disappointment, she can’t imagine it. So all she has to do is sit, and listen, and feel your heartbreak through the wall.

On the other side of the world six thousand miles away Chris lies in his bed, phone loosely gripped in his hand as he lies back, eyes shut tightly.

The guilt he feels for leading you on and allowing your relationship to progress in this direction is real to him, realer than it ever has been.

He’s seen you sad, disappointed, longing even, but he’s never seen you heartbroken. Today, though, in front of his own two eyes he witnessed the moment he broke your heart when he told you that you’d go so long without speaking again.

That alone nearly broke him. He’s not sure exactly what to do with these feelings but he knows he can’t keep doing this to you without action. Either telling you exactly how he feels or letting you move on and have the college experience he wishes for his little sister too.

At the thought of you moving on, though, Chris’ eyes begin to threaten to release their own tears. He loves you so much. He wants you to have all the happiness and love in the world. He’s known that for months, but the idea of you moving on to a man that isn’t him hurts his head and his heart. If that’s what it takes though, he will try to accept.

Four weeks. There’s four more weeks until you two are reunited.

Fuck, where do you all go from here?

part 2: where we end is somewhere far, something hard to understand

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thegodmother007 · 3 months

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My New Neighbor - Chapter 8: What the Fuck Just Happened?

My New Neighbor Chapter 8: What the Fuck Just Happened?

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

Chapter 8:

My shift at Dave & Crusters had been going smoothly tonight so far, one of the tamer nights I have had this week. I look up at the clock to see it’s 45-minutes away from closing, better get to the closing duties so I am out of here by 10:00pm. I grab a cloth from the bleach bucket & start wiping down the counters. As I mindlessly perform the routine of tasks I have done 100x’s before, I hear my phone ping in my pocket. Was not often I got notifications this late at night. I look around to see if my manager is nearby before pulling my phone from my pocket & giving it a glance. ‘Your Order has been received & processed by GamingRUs. Shipping details to follow’ it read. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest as I was reminded of the conversation Vi & I had earlier today.

Without warning, I am bumped into by the other bartender who was carrying a tray full of glasses. Thankfully, none were dropped. “Whoa, sorry Cain, I was looking at the glasses when I should have been watching where I was going!” Brittany says as she passes me by & towards the kitchen area, but not before noticing the look on my face. She stops “You alright?” she asked & I shrug, “It’s complicated.” I say trying to keep it short. But Brittany was the type to really get involved & shove her nose in where it isn’t wanted. “Oooo girl trouble?” She was not too far off with that guess. “Something like that…” I answer before trying to turn away. Quicker than she looks, Brittany rushes to block my path “Maybe I can help! I am really good at giving advice.” She offers & I just stare at her, contemplating my next move. What did I have to lose by at least getting her opinion on it? “Alright” I say, relenting.

I tell Brittany everything, I even hand her my phone to look at the texts that went between Vi & I. “So? What do you think? Do you think I crossed a line or do you think she’s overreacting?” At this point, a busser named Huan had joined the conversation & had been listening intently to my story along with Brittany. Huan and Brittany look at each other after having passed the phone back & forth. “You’re definitely the asshole here, Cain.” Birttany says, handing my phone back to me.

“Really? I thought I was giving her a compliment, you know? She surprised me with how smart she was during Trivia Night. So, I called her smart. How is that bad?” I was dumbfounded over Brittany’s answer. I looked to Huan for his opinion and he nods, “Let me take this one Brit.” Huan says with a hand on her shoulder, leaning in towards me “Look Cain, you had good intentions, that’s obvious because this is bothering you. What you need to understand though, is that your assumption of Vi’s intelligence comes from a place of outdated, racist beliefs.” I felt the piercing of that word shoot through my chest “Racist?” I asked “I don’t hate Vi because she is a giant or anything, I don’t hate Vi at all!” Huan shakes his head “Racism is not just hatred, it can manifest in different ways. This time, you assumed that because she was giant, that she would be dumb or less intelligent. So the surprise was because she didn’t fit the stereotype you categorize her into, not because she was smart & won you guys the game.” I sat, trying to understand exactly what he was saying. “But I would have been surprised over anyone being able to answer the questions that she did, not just her.” Huan crosses his arms “You said it yourself that you didn’t know there were giants who liked school, right? Whether you’re ready to admit it or not Cain, that was a racist remark. Being a giant doesn’t mean you dislike school or any type of education. Giants are not inherently dumb, just how Asian people are not inherently good at math or devoted to their academics. Personally, I prefer reading & I love watching documentaries about obscure topics that are unrelated to direct academics. I didn’t pop out of the womb with a fucking calculator.”

Brittany snickers at Huan’s joke and looks to me. “He’s right Cain. I know you didn’t mean to, but you messed up here.” I sigh and rub my temples, finally realizing why what I said was so wrong & why it got such a reaction out of Vi. “I wasn’t raised around giants…” I admit & Huan scoffs “No shit.” he says rolling his eyes with a smirk. “So how do I make it up to her? I need her on my team next time Don hosts Trivia Night. There was no way I would have ever gotten the question ‘wHaT dOEs DNA sTaND fOr? Without Vi’s help.” Brittany places her hand on Huan’s shoulder “I got this one. My boyfriend has pissed me off & made up for it more times than I can count.” Cain felt a redness creeping up across his cheeks at the mention of boyfriend/girlfriend relationships. “We’re not an item, Brit, we’re just Unit Partners…” I try correcting her and she waves me off. “A woman scorned in any language, any race or relationship is all going to look the same, regardless of the situation. What you need to do is make it up to her. Buy her dinner, bring her flowers, sing her a song.” Brittany suggests but I couldn’t help but feel put off by all those suggestions “Those all seem really…intimate..” I look at Huan who snorts with a laugh at Brittany’s suggestions. “Have you tried apologizing?” He asks with a ‘isn’t-it-obvious’ tone of voice & a raised eyebrow. “Yes, of course I have!” I respond defensively, getting frustrated as no one’s suggestions are helping. “When?” Brittany asks. “You read the texts, I said it there.” I hand her my phone back, which still has our conversation pulled up. Brittany looks over it again with Huan sharing the screen too. “No, you didn’t” Brittany says handing me my phone a second time. “I told her that I didn’t mean to underestimate her, I told her it wouldn’t happen again.” I confirm but Huan pipes up “That is not an apology my dude. That is acknowledging you messed up, but you didn’t atone for it.” Brittany nods, pointing to Huan “He’s right, that’s not an apology.” I re-read my texts to Vi and I can see what they’re saying. “So I’ll text her that I am sorry, then.” I say positioning my phone in my hand to start typing. Brittany puts her perfectly manicured hand over my screen “You need to do this in person for it to mean something. You insulted her in person, you need to apologize in person.” That was the last thing I wanted to hear.

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I heard the obnoxious buzzing of Cain’s apartment door, requesting entry into my apartment when I was stepping out of the shower. I checked my phone quickly, to see if he texted me before he was at my door, hoping to get an idea of why he was here. No messages were on my phone, raising the question of what Cain wanted. With as much politeness as I could muster in that poorly timed moment, I yelled out of my bathroom door “GIVE ME A MINUTE!” As I rush to wrap my wet hair in a towel and tighten the fresh towel around my body. I walk down my hallway towards my living room, leaving behind little puddles of water, where I push the buzzer to let him in.

I stand across the living room, watching the little door open, with Cain using his back to push his way through, carrying something in his hands. For the first couple of steps in, Cain’s back is to me as he starts shouting “Vi! I realize I messed up!” Not noticing that I am right behind him only a few steps away. Cain turns around, eyes looking at the flat square cardboard that seemed to resemble a pizza box, before meeting my gaze “I came to apolog-...” His sentence halts the moment he lays eyes on me standing on the other side of the living room. I watched his face & eyes open wide with surprise as he saw me standing there. After doing a quick up & down, his face grows noticeably red & he covers his eyes while turning away, struggling to hold the pizza box with one hand “Vi, I didn’t know this was a bad time, sh-sh-should I come back later?” He asks, embarrassed. “I’m in a towel, Cain.” I point out, not entirely sure what his deal was. The towel was not overly small, it covered me like a dress would, so it’s not like he could see anything. “Yea, you’re in a towel! Should I give you time to change o-or something?” I could tell he was not comfortable. “Would you like for me to change?” I asked him, wondering how the hell he handles seeing people at a public pool or beach showing so much skin if me being in a towel made him this uncomfortable. “It’s your apartment, you can do whatever you want!” He says nervously. “Alright. So what do you want?” I asked, realizing how cold that may have come out a bit too late. Cain’s eyes slowly peeked from behind his hand, as he lowered it to the pizza box once again and erected his posture. Clearing his throat & choking on it a little he tries to regain his momentum from earlier.

“It’s been brought to my attention that I may have been insensitive to you & my comment about giants’ intelligence levels crossed a line.” I folded my arms “Mm hmm. And?” I asked, feeling the chill of the air conditioning crawling up my wet skin. Cain, distracted by whatever he was thinking to say next, finally said “So I wanted to apologize!” Holding up the pizza box to be above his head, showing me proudly what he’s brought, much like a cat would bring a mouse to its owner. “Vi, I did not grow up around giants. I don’t know what isn’t okay to say, how to act or what customs to follow. I am going to mess up a lot, but I don’t want to mess up so badly that I ruin the chance to have a friendly Unit Partner.” My heart softened as his plea, struck by the honesty he was showing me. I offer a smile “Well, it’s not the worst thing I have had a human say to me. So I think it’s a forgivable sin.” I say giving him the closure he came for. I start eyeing the tiny box with curiosity “..You brought a pizza?” The pizza itself was no larger than your average cracker to me. Cain smiled back at me “Yes! But…I see that maybe it was not as grand of a gesture as I had hoped it would be…” He says holding it up for me to take. “Might be a bit small…not really filling for you…but they wouldn’t let me buy a giant pizza. So I had hoped this would be enough…” I walked up to him, watching his eyes follow where my footsteps were landing & his face grew from pale, to pink to full blown tomato red again. I crouch down, keeping my legs together, to avoid flashing Cain. His eyes steered away from my toweled body as he held out the pizza. I gingerly took it from him, using my nail to open the box to see a pepperoni pizza with 2 slices missing. “You ate some of it?” I asked as Cain laughed nervously, “Yea well I figured we would be able to share a giant pizza, but when I was denied that option, I did the next best thing & figured we would share a regular sized pizza, like normal roommates do. I also did not have any other plans for lunch…and I was hungry” I rolled my eyes with a smile “The peace offering is appreciated, thank you.” Cain looks up to me, happy his apology was accepted. He watched as I slid the whole pizza from the box, into my mouth in a single bite, which was about all the pizza was. But for what it was worth, the pie was deliciously cheesy & saucy. I barely had to chew it before swallowing, crumpling the cardboard box in my hand to toss away later.

Cain watched my fist close on the flimsy cardboard box with a crooked smile. “I appreciate you stopping by & apologizing.” I say, watching Cain rub his neck & return his eyes to mine. “Thank you for at least hearing me out & not hating me over this. I’ll uh- get out of your hair..” He says making his exit as politely as I am sure he could manage at the time. As he exited his door, I call to him “Cain!” He flinches, then freezes, turning around wondering what it was I wanted “Next time, I will have you for lunch. We’ll figure out a place that caters to Giants and Humans, okay? My treat.” As if he was holding his last breath, he exhales dramatically while wiping his forehead of whatever sweat had built up on it. “Yes, That should be just fine! Ha, thanks!” He says, slipping into his door & out of sight.

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As I closed the door behind me, my body lost all strength it had and I collapsed against the door, my heart racing like I just finished running a marathon. “What the fuck just happened?” Cain thought loudly, running fingers through his hair. He reassured himself that Vi’s comment of “Having him for lunch” was not a promise that Vi was going to eat him, rather she invited him to have lunch with her next time. The miniature heart attack brought on by her words began to subside as Cain recalls seeing Vi, all 85ft of her, damn near soaking wet in a thin towel, leaving very little to the imagination. He recalls his feeling of shock as his eyes trailed up, up, up her long legs to her face. Cain feels a warm feeling in his cheeks that slowly crept to his pants as he felt them tighten slightly. Those legs…strong, sensual and soft looking. He wondered to himself if her skin was as soft to the touch as it looked from his perspective. Nothing could have prepared him for the curvature of her body, though. Her hips were wide & the curves of her waist came in an almost perfect hourglass shape. Her arms & shoulders clearly reflected how she worked out & lifted weights, but her body kept the soft edges & supple shape he admired in other women. Her wet hair spilled out from the towel she had holding it up, still dripping. Cain recalls following the drips as they landed on her shoulder and gravity pulled them between her…”-STOP!” Cain yelled at himself, covering his mouth, fearing he was too loud just now.

This was wrong, Cain can’t think about Vi this way. She was his Unit Partner, nothing else. Were they even friends? Cain didn’t think so. He reminded himself that he was literally just apologizing for being racist towards her, so there is a lot that needs to happen for them to even call each other friends. Cain needed to keep in mind that getting too close to giants was still dangerous, even ones as..nice..as Vi. The image of Vi slipping the entire XL pizza into her mouth, hardly chewing before swallowing, followed by minimal effort to crush the pizza box, gave a chill up Cain’s spine he was not sure he liked. A stark reminder of just how different they were. Cain slapped his own face, lecturing to himself “Pull yourself together man, this is not happening! She is a giant, you’re just…” Cain pauses and notices his reflection, crumpled on the floor, in the full body mirror he keeps by the front door, staring back at him. He noted how pathetic & sorry looking he was in that moment.

“...just Human..” Cain says with a defeated sigh. Pushing himself off of the floor & walking to his gaming area, he makes an effort to push the image of Vi’s nearly naked body out of his mind as he picks up his controller to play some Halo. Taking a deep breath and thinking about his grandma and spiders to kill all warmth he was feeling in that moment as he logs into his gaming account.

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mysterious-ocarina · 2 years

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Rose-Colored Boy

young!Scott Summers x reader

A/N not as long as my other ones, but I had to write it. he's so underrated. also the title is a good Paramore song

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“Mom!” You screamed out. You watched as your mother faded into dust at your fingertips, your dad looking at you in horror.

“What have you done?” Your father yelled at you.

“I didn’t do anything, I swear,” you cried, getting on your knees in front of your father. You tried to grab ahold of him but he turned to dust in your hands too.

“NO!” You screamed, waking yourself from your dream. Your roommate Jean stared at you with sadness and pity. She knew of this dream, or what you both know is a memory.

With tears in your eyes you offered an apology, “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“We both know that I wasn’t asleep,” she tried to joke with you. You both tended to be insomniacs, it’s what made you both perfect roommates. “Was it about that day?”

You gave Jean a look of sadness before sighing, “Yeah.” That was the day that Professor Xavier found you, the day you found out what you are. Noticing what time it was, you decided to get up. You put on your gloves and got ready for the day.

You had unique, yet destructive powers. With just the touch of your hand, you could destroy and hinder any living thing. If the person you touch is human, they turn into dust. If you touch a mutant, you momentarily take away their powers. You don’t have much control of your powers so it only lasts for a minute or so, but you still don’t like using them. That’s why you wore gloves, so you wouldn’t use them accidentally.

“Do you want to go to the mall with us today?” Jean asked you, trying to help brighten your day. You weren’t really in the mood to go out, but at the pleading look on Jean’s face, you couldn’t say no. She wiggled her eyebrows at you before replying, “Good, wear something cute so you can impress Scott.”

“Now why would I want to do that,” you asked, with a roll of your eyes. She didn’t have to read your mind to know about your feelings for the charming boy or that you were in denial about having feelings for said boy. “Just because I think he’s pleasant to look at and pleasant to be around, doesn’t mean I want him.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” she teased before making her way to the garage, where your friends were waiting. You quickly put on your cutest outfit and followed her down.

At the garage, you found your friends all in a group. You smiled before exclaiming, “Everyone’s favorite girl is here!”

“Maybe Scott’s favorite girl,” Peter teased you. You just blushed and ignored him. Thankfully Scott didn’t seem to hear the remark, or he just pretended not to.

You jumped in the front seat next to Scott, and smiled at him.

“Good morning, precious,” he offered you, with a bright smile. You briefly wondered what he would look like if he winked at you.

“Good morning,” you blushed under his gaze. You turned to look at Jean and Jubilee who giggled and winked at you.

The car ride to the mall was filled with the usual laughter and fun that came with hanging out with your friends. Your day was already better.

At the mall, you split up in your usual pairnings. Jean and Jubilee went shopping, Peter and Kurt wandered to the food court, and you were left with Scott.

“Arcade?” Scott asked you with a smile.

You guys always went to the arcade together so you replied with an excited, “Of course.”

You had your usual bet of who could get the most tickets. Scott always won but you didn’t really mind that much.

“So what does a pretty lady want me to get her with my tickets?” Scott questioned. With heated cheeks you pointed at a fluffy pillow shaped like a heart.

Scott handed it to you with a smile, “The perfect choice.”

When all your friends reconvened, the girls wouldn’t stop teasing you about your prize.

“He always gives you the prizes he wins,” Jubilee sighed dreamily. She was quite the romantic, always telling you how perfect you and Scott would be together. You just rolled your eyes at her antics.

Later that day, you were looking for Scott but you couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Peter,” you called out when you saw him in the kitchen. “Do you know where Scott is? I can’t find him.”

“Last I saw him, he was out by the lake,” he replied before speeding off.

You went outside, heading towards the lake. You watch Scott from afar. He was staring off into the distance, looking deep in thought.

“Hey,” you softly spoke, not wanting to startle him. You sat down next to him, “What are you doing out here?”

“I was just thinking. It’s so calm out here,” he said, looking down at you.

You laid down and stared up at the clouds, “What were you thinking about? If you don’t mind me asking.”

You looked at each other before whispering, “I was thinking about you.”

You sat up and blushed, “What?”

“I was thinking about what you look like. I realized that I don’t know what you look like without a red tint. I don’t know what color your eyes are. What color outfits you wear. What you look like when you blush,” he rambled. It sounded like he’s been wanting to get this off his chest for a while.

“Can I try something?” you asked, pulling your gloves off.

He watched, immediately understanding what you were trying to do, “What if it doesn’t work?”

“Do you trust me?” you whispered. He gave you a nervous nod.

You lifted your hands up to his face. You placed them on his cheeks calmly telling him, “Take off your glasses, Scott.”

He took his glasses off but kept his eyes tightly shut. You knew what he was scared of, so you reassured him.

“It’s okay, Scott. You could never hurt me,” you whispered.

With a shaky breath, you watched as he slowly opened his eyes and stared at you.

He was admiring how you looked, “You’re beautiful.”

You flushed at his compliment, making him smile brightly at you, “So that’s what you look like when you blush.”

“Whatever,” you felt yourself heat up even more.

Scott thought that this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked and decided to do what he’s been wanting to do since he met you.

Before you could say anything, you felt pressure on your lips and you froze. Once you realized that Scott was kissing you, you eagerly kissed him back. You thought that this moment couldn’t have been any more perfect, but of course Scott had to be charming and prove you wrong.

“Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of y/e/c that I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.

He watched you flush one last time, before putting his glasses back on.

From inside the mansion, the girls watched you and Scott laugh and kiss, wondering how it took you both this long to get together.

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xxspringmelodyxx · 1 year

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The Daughter of the Phoenix~

Hello my dear readers! This is going to be a Honkai Star Rail x F. Reader story. I just got into it...I know, I am late to the party, but nevertheless, I wanted to write for them. I'm not going to too much into detail, but basically you were an experiment and have been held up in a lab building for several years. You make a plan to escape and are in the process of executing it. The story continues down below. Enjoy~

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Words ~ 2.9k

Warnings: A little violent, mentions of blood, swearing, maybe a spoiler??

Part I

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I sprinted through the halls as fast as my legs could carry me, desperately looking for a way out. The red, flashing lights were all that I could see, making it incredibly difficult to see anything.

“There she is!” I heard a female voice yell out.

I snapped my head back, seeing a feminine structure and a group of other men carrying weapons. The woman stared at the other men and yelled angrily at them.

“Don’t just stand there, you dimwits! Get her!”

After her order, the men quickly ran towards me, readying their weapons to fire. My eyes widened in fear as I forced myself to run once again.

I squinted a bit to help my vision, quickly taking notice of the hallway coming to an end. Thankfully, I looked to the left and saw another pair of doors with the word exit on it. However, just as I was about to push the doors open, a phaser blast came right towards my hand, severely burning it. I shouted in pain, feeling the burning sensation run up my arm and into my chest.

The man who fired at me caught up to me and grabbed my injured arm, trying to get a good grasp on me. “I’ve got her!”

I looked up and saw the man had dark brown eyes with a somewhat round face. His chin was covered up by his large, bushy beard. The most noticeable thing, though, was the large scar that started at his eyebrow and ended right at the corner of his lip.

He continued to grip my arm, making my pain worse. He squeezed hard and made me cry out in pain. Without thinking, I took my good arm and swung it to his jaw, hearing his mandible crack a bit. But just with that bit of force, he let go of my arm, hissing in pain as he held his jaw in place. I took that as my chance to keep running, so I did. I pushed the doors open and ran again, still feeling the burning sensation in my arm.

“You little bitch!” He yelled, trying to run after me.

Another man shot towards me, but missed and ended up hitting a light. Sparks shot out from the electrical outlet, causing other outlets to spark as well, resulting in the other lights to die.

I looked ahead of me and saw that another end was coming up. I took a sharp right this time, and saw the exit doors. My heart pounded as I saw it, relief washing over me as I knew all of this, all of my pain, would soon be over.

“She went that way!”

I turned my head back as I kept running, seeing the group of men running after me. What caught me off guard was that they stopped in their tracks, just watching me. I furrowed my eyebrows a bit, but quickly turned my head towards the doors. I was only a few feet from them now. A rush of excitement ran through me as the contact between me and those doors would happen in just a few seconds.

In three…

Two…

One…

In an instant, I placed my hands on the door and pushed, excited to finally see what was on the outside.

However, as I pushed with all my strength, the doors didn’t move. Not one bit. Confused, I tried to push again, expecting them to open. When that failed again, I grew worried.

Were they locked?

I tried again and again, only to be met with failure every time. Suddenly, the doors began to shake and glitch out, making me step back.

No…

My eyes watched the doors, not blinking once, as I saw the doors fade away. It was fake…the doors were fake!

Tears quickly formed as I understood now why those guards stopped. They knew I was going to fall for it. They just sat there and watched me realize I was going to fail.

I fell to my knees, tears falling down my face as I realized everything I went through was all for nothing.

Echoed footsteps begin as the group of men begin to walk towards me.

“You are going to fucking pay for what you just did.” One of them spoke

“Now, now boys. That's quite enough of that.” A female voice said.

“But miss Jade, she-”

“Do not speak unless you are told to.” She reminded with a menacing voice.

The woman looked down at my fragile frame, smirking.

“Well, you certainly do pack a punch now, don’t you my dear.” She chuckled, placing her hand on my head.

She kneeled down to me, pushing my hair behind my ear.

“Did you have fun? Did you get it all out?” She whispered in my ear, giggling.

I didn’t respond, pain and rage coursing through my veins as I realized they knew I wouldn’t escape.

Jade didn’t like that I was ignoring her, so she slapped my face, causing me to fall over.

“What is rule number 6? Huh?” She said calmly, smiling sinisterly.

Again, I didn’t respond, my anger getting the better of me. She kicked me in my side, causing me to groan in pain, coughing up a bit of blood.

“Answer me, Y/n. Or else”

I spit out more blood, gathering myself together.

“Speak when you are spoken to…” I groggily said.

“Good girl.” She said, forcing me back up. She began to walk towards the men.

“Teach her a lesson. Make sure she doesn’t ever try this again. After you are done, I want you to bring her back to the lab so we can continue our progress. We are nearly 80% close to finishing the Amaian project” She said, leaving them to do whatever they wanted.

“Yes, your honor!” They said, placing a fist over their chest to salute her. They all quickly turned back to me, turning their weapons on.

I stared up at them with teary eyes and begged them to not do this.

“By the order of the honorary one, we must comply with what she has said.” They all said in unison.

They began to shock me with one of their weapons. They were extremely powerful shocks that left marks all over my body as they continued.

“Please! I'm begging you! Stop!” I pleaded

They didn’t listen. Why would they? For years they have always listened to Jade, making sure everything she says happens. For years they have tortured me without batting an eye. For years, they have slowly fallen under her corruption, and have become inhumane. For years, they have been turning me into a weapon.

The electricity ran throughout my entire body, making my heart speed up and my adrenaline grow. I was so close to escaping. I had spent weeks, no months, on how I could perfectly execute my escape. Only for it all to come crashing down.

“Khaleesi, I need your help!” I said in my mind

All the emotions I was feeling were crashing down on me all at once. Anger, betrayal, frustration, sadness. All of these were becoming too much for me.

I kept pleading for them to stop, but no matter how much I tried, they wouldn’t give up. I started to slowly black out from the torture, when out of nowhere I heard something.

“Let go…” A voice in my head said.

“Let go…”

There it was again.

I looked at my burned hand and saw that there was a blackish/greenish hue forming around the tips of my fingers

“Let me handle the rest…” The whispering voice said again.

“Khaleesi?” I tiredly asked. And just before I could get an answer, I felt something powerful wash over me, making me fall into a deep sleep.

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The men continued to aim their destabilizers towards you, no emotions on their faces whatsoever. When they heard you talking, they instantly stopped as they tried to figure out what you were saying.

“Khaleesi?” You mumbled, making them confused. Who were you talking to? “Why have we stopped? We must continue to make our honor proud.” One of the men spoke, almost robotically.

Just as the man who spoke was about to hit you again with the destabilizer, your burned hand rose up and held onto the weapon, the electric shocks not phasing you one bit.

The men blinked down at you, almost as if they were in a state of shock themselves. They looked closer at your hand and upon inspection, they noticed your hand was entirely black with a hint of green. It had a few cracks on it as well that leaked a golden hue. The colors and cracks quickly ran up your arm, but stopped there. Your hair began to float as if there was no gravity around you.

Suddenly, you chuckled. It was a deep and dark chuckle as well.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You said, snapping your head up to them all. Your hand squeezed around the destabilizer, snapping it in half.

You quickly stood up and stared at them all menacingly. The men took a step back, grabbing their other weapons to stop you.

“Mmmm, how cute.” You laughed

One of the men ran over to you and used his whip against you. It quickly wrapped around your body, sending electrical shocks all over.

You hissed a bit, glaring at the man who dared to hurt you

You tensed your body up and within an instant, a large burst of energy flew out of your body. The powerful burst shriveled up the whip, having no more use, but it also sent the men flying away from you.

You ran up to the man with the whip and stared at him.

The man looked up at you with a deadened look, seeing your pitch black, smokey eyes. You stared at him with confusion, not understanding why he wasn’t afraid.

“You are…not afraid?” You asked, your voice completely different from your normal one.

“I will not fail our honor.” The man said, ignoring your question. He quickly unleashed his sword, letting it pierce right through your stomach. You yelled out in pain, falling back. You looked behind you and saw a wall. You weren’t sure what was behind it, but all you knew was that you needed to get out.

You quickly ran towards it with inhumane speed. You readied your body for the painful impact you would feel. Just as you reached the wall, you slammed into it, creating a large dent.

You ran into it again, seeing a small opening. A sudden hit of fresh air hit your nostrils, which made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Fire began to start from the strong hits you gave the building.

Before you could slam into it again, three men used their whips on you, slashing your back and quickly wrapping the rope around you. You screamed from the painful sting that ran up and down your body.

“Hold it! Keep her in and don’t let her escape! The shocks should be enough to shock the entity out of her consciousness.” One of the men ordered.

Screeching and cries were heard as your body began to slowly fall to the ground. Golden cracks began to form all over your body as you tried to heal yourself, but it still wasn’t enough.

You turned back at them with such rage. Immediately after, a large burst of fire flew out from the building, burning you a bit.

“I will not let you separate us!” You yelled.

You quickly raised your arms, focusing on the fire behind you. The fire started to slowly move along with your motions, growing larger the more your arms raised up. Soon after, other smaller objects and debris from the building began to levitate, almost as if there was no gravity around you.

The men stepped back, completely in awe of what they were witnessing. The fire began to circle around you, wrapping around the whips and burning them.

Immediately after, you used both of your hands and flung them out, causing the fire and the other objects to follow. The men tried to run away, but the fire was too fast and caught up to them, circling them up into a huddle. They all stood close together, watching the large flames of fire surround them no matter where they turned. The heat from the fire began to burn them, making it hard for them to function.

You turned around once more and looked at the small opening. Your body was exhausted, having nothing left in it, but you knew you needed to get out

“I am sorry, Y/n. For what I am about to do.”

Suddenly, you held your arms close to your chest, feeling your body tense up.

Within seconds, your arms radiated a bright light and quickly spread out, releasing all the energy you had in you. A powerful blast hit the wall, and finally broke open. However, when you looked out, expecting to see the beautiful grassy area, you were severely disappointed. There was no ground at all! All you could see was the night sky with a few clouds covering it. Blood slowly trickled down your eyes and nose as you literally used everything you had.

Your body slowly went limp as you lost your consciousness, having no energy left in you. This whole time, the building you were in was high up in the sky.

Before you could save yourself from falling, your whole body went limp as it slowly turned back to normal. The opening in the building sucked you out into the open sky, letting your body fall freely through the clouds.

–Somewhere else–

“I don’t get it. The sound came from right here.” March said with frustration.

“Maybe you stepped on a tree branch.” Dan said nonchalant.

March snapped her head back towards the black haired boy, giving him her death stare.

“It was not a tree branch. It was a loud booming sound, almost as if something large exploded!” She explained.

“Well, maybe it’s further out. We’ll just need to keep walking.” He said, walking past her.

“No! I know it was right here when it happened.”

“How?” He asked

“Because my footprints stop here. I would’ve walked further down, but the sound made me stop and quickly run back to you”

“Well, March. I don’t know what to tell you. There is nothing here. The only possible explanation…” He started, looking up, then back down.

“Is if that sound came from above. And that wouldn’t make sense because there’s nothing up ther- what the hell?” He asked himself, quickly looking back up in the sky. Confused, March also looked up to see what caught Dan's attention. In the sky was a figure falling, no, flailing down.

“What is that?” Dan asked with a bit more concern in his voice.

March squinted her eyes a bit to get a better look, only to quickly realize that it was a body. Her eyes widened as she told Dan what it was.

“What the hell is a body doing up in the sky? And why would it be falling?” He asked

“Nevermind that, you idiot! We have to save them fast!” March yelled in his ear.

He gave a dirty look towards the pink haired girl for screaming in his ear, hearing ringing now. However, he quickly dismissed that and turned his focus back to the body falling to its death.

“Stay here. I’ll handle it.” He said, running towards the falling body.

He was gone in an instant and March had to stay right where she was. She huffed as she wanted to also help, but knew that she needed to stay here in case something wrong happened.

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Dan went to the area he knew the body would fall and quickly changed into his dragon form, waiting for it to get a bit closer so that he could catch it. When he saw how close you were, he finally jumped as high as he could, using the wind to help him move further up into the sky. He instantly realized it was a girl around March’s age.

He wrapped his arms under her and landed softly back on the ground, making sure not to cause any harm.

He placed her on the ground to get a good look at her, only to see that her body had many injuries on it. His eyes widened a bit as his brows furrowed with confusion.

Upon further inspection, he took notice of your face, seeing how bloody and bruised it was.

“What the..” He murmured, placing his hand on your face. He then moved his fingers down to your neck, checking for a pulse.

Thankfully, there was still one there, but just barely.

He picked you back up and ran back to March. Whoever you were, wherever you came from can be discussed later. All that matters is that they get you to safety and help you heal.

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hellfirexhoe · 2 years

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Thursdays | Eddie Munson x Bitchy Reader

summary: This follows the events of part 2 directly. Eddie and reader are enemies who hate fuck.

1,900+ words

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni, swearing, name calling, mention of drugs, reference to roofies, enemies to lovers fuck buddies, rough sex, p in v with a condom, sex in a semi-public place, ANGST, female reader

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It had been less than 24 hours since you left Eddie's after a quick detour to the pharmacy. The usual routine goes something like screw Eddie until you're both exhausted, go home, shower and then continue to ignore his presence the following day.

So with these two things considered why has Eddie Munson been staring at you with his ridiculous baby cow eyes throughout the whole day? No one else had really noticed thankfully, except Chrissy.

"What did you do to that poor boy last night?" Chrissy asked as she followed Eddie's burning gaze across the canteen straight to the back of your head.

"I swear, I didn't do anything."

Chrissy shakes her head, "No, somethings up. Did you guys do butt stuff?!"

"Chrissy I am begging you to please shut the fuck up." You manage to speak through gritted teeth, pointedly looking at the rest of the table who are all in earshot of your conversation.

"Oh right. Sorry." Chrissy then speaks louder, "Hey, do you have that textbook I leant you last week?"

"What textbook? What are you talking about?"

"You know, the physics textbook that you said you would bring in for me today?" Chrissy's eyes are about to pop out of her skull as she gives you a stare so intense it rivals Eddie's.

"Ohh, yes I have the textbook, I think I left it in my car."

"Let's go for a walk."

Neither of your performances were particularly Oscar worthy but thankfully they were all discussing Jason's party on Saturday so no one paid much attention to you both leaving.

The parking lot was virtually empty so Chrissy rounds on you the second you were outside,

“Spill.”

“Nothing to spill Chrissy, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Just a small hiccup.”

“A hiccup?”

“Turns out he’s not so hot on date checking condoms.”

“And?”

“It split?”

Chrissy starts laughing, “Oh, my god. I can’t believe I’m going to be an auntie to a little Munson.”

“Fuck off, that’s not happening. Morning after pill.”

"If it works."

"So not funny, Chrissy."

"That doesn’t explain why he’s looking at you so weirdly.”

“I don’t know, maybe the freak is hoping I didn’t take it. He made a comment about wanting to see me with a small bump in the uniform.”

Chrissy is helpless with laughter as the bell rings, in fact your whole walk to Spanish is accompanied by a soundtrack of snickers.

Your usual desk mate is back so Eddie is forced to his normal seat at the back of the classroom, its not much of a reprieve since you can feel his stare burning a hole through your head. Determined to keep ignoring him, you don’t turn, you stay focused on your lesson. Until a balled up piece of paper smacks into the back of your head, you whip round, ready to speak but your teacher beats you to it, stooping down to pick up the ball of paper,

“Mr Munson, something you’d like to share with the class?” You hold your breath as the ball of paper is unraveled, your mind spirals as you contemplate all the incriminating things Eddie could have possibly written,

“Please focus on your work instead of distracting students who have a hope of passing this year.” The ball of paper is thrown into the recycling bin, evidently blank of any words. Eddie fidgets some but returns to his work. He’s first out of the door when the bell rings, and you begin to relax, thinking maybe he’s just been messing with you. You catch up with Chrissy in the hall and begin your walk to the next lesson, when you are suddenly yanked from the hall and into a closet.

“Okay you are seriously pissing me off now, what the fuck do you want Eddie?”

Eddie chews his cheek, “Hi?”

“You have not been staring at me like a psycho all day and grabbing me into a closet to just say hi. Is this about last night? I took the pill when I got home.”

“Uh, no not about that. Glad to hear it though, your body your choice, girl power.” Eddie is being infinitely more awkward than usual.

“What is it then? You’ve got like a minute before I’m late.”

“Are you going to Jason’s party this Saturday?”

“Please. Please tell me you are not about to fucking ask me to bring you to that party.”

“No, I was more wondering if I could convince you not to go.”

“And do what instead? Sit in on your fucking d&d game? Hang out in the trailer watching movies? Piss off. Why can’t I go?”

“Some of the guys were, uh, placing an order.”

“Okay?” Drugs were commonplace at Jason’s parties, it wasn’t exactly some huge secret.

“Some of that shit I’m not going to supply. But I know that there are some dealers who don’t exactly have any moral codes.”

“Eddie. Everyone knows there are drugs at parties, I’ve taken drugs at parties. I really don’t get why you’re freaking out about this. It’s not like I’m your girlfriend, we’re not even friends.”

“Okay fine, just. Watch your drinks ‘kay? Don’t let anyone get your drinks.” Eddie offers you a weak smile and you rolls your eyes,

“Do you think I’m stupid Eddie? Let me tell you someth-”

The second bill trills outside.

“Shit, now I’m late.”

“So ditch?”

“Its this attitude that’s the reason you’re going to miss graduating again.”

“You wound me. C’mon I’m sure the two of us can find something fun to do instead of going to those boring lessons.” Eddie steps closer to you,

“We’re not fucking on school property.” You open the door but Eddie easily shuts it against your strength.

“Okay, so what is your excuse going to be for being so late? Plus if people happen to look out of the window and see us leaving this closet together they’ll know. They’ll know that you’re my easy slut.” Eddie whispers the words you spoke last night against your ear, the darkness in his voice making you shiver.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“That’s a yes then.” Eddie picks you up, big hands cupping your thighs as he places you to sit on a cabinet. You go to start taking your uniform off and he shakes his head,

“No time for that.”

“Liar, you just want to fuck me in my cheerleader uniform.”

“Guilty.” As he speaks Eddie is undoing his jeans with one hand and teasing you through your underwear with the other, his skilled fingers tracing circles around your clit as you shut your eyes and lean back against the wall. You hiss at the sudden cold feeling as Eddie’s rings touch your sensitive skin when he pulls your underwear to the side, now teasing your bare pussy with his cock.

“You’d better have a condom with you.”

“Hmm, what if I want to try bareback with you?” Eddie whispers in your ear,

“Absolutely fucking not.” You tense up and begin to push him away, closing your legs.

“Relax. I was kidding.” Eddie rolls his eyes at you as he rummages through his wallet to find a condom, before he can rip it open you snatch it from his hands and eye the date.

“We’re not having a repeat of last night.” You glare at him as you return the satisfactorily dated condom to him, “Also its bad to keep them in wallets.”

“Jesus christ, do you ever shut up?” Eddie grunts as he rolls the condom on and pulls your body flush against his, his cock immediately bottoming out in you, earning a quiet whimper from you in response to the sudden fullness. Eddie gives you a moment to adjust and places his hand over your mouth with a cheeky grin as he starts to roughly pound into you, making you moan loudly against his hand.

“Such a good little slut for me, taking this big cock instead of going to a boring lesson.” Eddie purrs at you quietly, eyes focused on how good his dick looks covered in your slick every time he withdraws. He looks away for a second just to admire how undone you’re becoming, he can feel your drool against his palm, hear your muffled cries. He takes his hand away from your mouth and shushes you,

“Naughty girl better be quiet, otherwise someone might come looking for those pretty little sounds you’re making and see you getting fucked by the freak in your uniform.” You bite your lip as he starts rubbing your clit with a smug smirk on his face, “Am I still bad at this?” His thrusts do not falter even for a second as he waits for your answer,

“ah, uh... fucking... awful.” You manage to pant out unconvincingly as Eddie laughs quietly,

“Aw, maybe I should stop if this is so terrible for you.”

You shake your head frantically, “n,no stop...ping. Practice.”

“If you weren’t such a bitch I’d say you look cute when you’re begging me not to stop fucking you.” Eddie is picking up the pace, feeling how close you’re getting by how tight your walls are around his cock, hands pulling up your top so he can watch your tits bounce with every thrust and he groans at the sports bra he uncovers,

“Hate these fucking things. Keeps you far too un-bouncy.” Eddie unclasps it with ease, not removing it just pulling it below your tits so he can get his favorite view, “You like being my little cock sleeve don’t you?”

“ ‘m not yours.”

“No?” Eddie slows his thrusts, a small smile on his face,

“N-no, I’ll never be yours. T-this is all there is.”

“So I really can’t make you not go to that stupid party on Saturday?”

You shake your head, “An’ you can’t stop me from fucking someone else at the party.”

Eddie grabs your jaw angrily, almost possessively,

“Then I’ll just have to fucking ruin you for anyone else then.” He pulls you off the cabinet and turns you around, forcing you to bend at the waist over the cabinet and wastes no time in slamming back into you, hands gripping your skirt so tight you faintly hear some threads breaking. You start to moan in spite of yourself, volume increasing the closer you get to finishing, everything around you starting to fade away,

“Fucking shit, shut up!” Eddie hisses as he sticks his fingers in your mouth, muffling the sounds elicited by you, with his other hand he’s rubbing your clit roughly, until finally your legs are shaking, you’re biting down on his fingers and clamping around his cock while your orgasm takes over, your still shaking slightly when Eddie lets off a string of curse words as he cums, his cock twitching violently against your sore walls. He pulls out slowly, determined to make you really feel the loss of him. Once he’s out, he tucks your underwear back over your sore and soaked pussy.

“Think you’ll be able to walk for the rest of the day?” He teases you as you straighten up and readjust your clothes.

“Fucker. You know I have practice after school today.”

“I do indeed.”

The bell chimes from the hallway and you step out into the wave of students that passes. Eddie waits a few more minutes, straightening his clothes, waiting for the chatter to quieten. Once he’s certain no one who saw you leave the closet would see him leaving the same closet he steps out.

#eddie munson #eddie fucking munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #munson-trashcan #eddie x bitchy!reader #eddie munson enemies to lovers #eddie munson fuck buddies

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keepingitformyself · 2 years

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beautiful stranger, here you are(in my arms)

synopsis: you swear you’ve found the one.

pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

genre: nothing but tooth rotting fluff.

warnings: slight mention of bad past relationships. cheesy ending that maybe kinda makes me cringe but idk.

please do not repost my work anywhere for any reason at all. if you do see this happen to any of my stories, please let me know. thank you x.

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‘i just got back about twenty minutes ago’ natasha’s velvety voice sounds throughout the room.

you stare at the redhead in front of you that has kept your attention for the last three months. she had texted you before getting back from a mission if she could FaceTime you as soon as she landed. of course you’d say yes.

‘did you at least get to shower before you called me?’ you ask with squinting eyes but you still couldn’t help the smile that broke out. knowing full on you didn’t mind one bit that she called you first before anything.

you stared at her through the screen as she walked throughout the many floors of the compound to get to her room.

‘mmm, nope. i would’ve called sooner but steve dragged us to a meeting as soon as we got back.’ she rolled her eyes. ‘then i called you as soon i got the chance.’ her voice came out in a low rasp that sent shivers down your spine but you were able to cover it with a playful roll of your eyes.

‘so you’re still in your suit then?’ you asked with an amused smile. she smirks at your question as she angles the camera downwards towards her body. ‘yup.’ she pops the ‘p’ and you giggle.

you continue to keep her company until she reaches her floor and throws her phone on the bed where she joins you a few moments later.

you didn’t notice that she had started to stare at you through the camera, you had become too engrossed in the essay you were working on in front of you to realize.

it wasn’t until when you hear a small chuckle from her side that you become aware. ‘what?’ you ask and your cheeks tint a light red as you realize she had been staring.

natasha doesn’t answer your question she only continues to smile a goofy smile as she tries not to break into a laugh and you shy a little when you start to grow even more flustered.

in her mind, natasha dreads having to wait longer until she could see you, she wonders if it’d be completely foolish of her to ask to meet with you by the end of the night.

‘can i see you? like right now?’ she finally says and bites her lip, hopeful that you’ll say yes.

you’re caught off guard by her question because it was already nearing midnight and you’d think she’d want nothing more than to rest after a day spent saving the world.

‘are you sure? you don’t want to like….sleep or something?’ you ask with a furrow of your eyebrows.

and if natasha didn’t know any better she probably would have thought that you didn’t want to see her, but she knows you’re just trying to look after her. she smiles at the thought of that.

she nods her head yes as a reassurance. ‘please? can i?’

you give in when you finally let the urge of wanting to see natasha as well take over your morals. ‘you can come to mine but both my roommates are home.’ you say a bit unsure, though a small part of you hopes you could work around it.

the last thing you wanted was for your roommates to interrogate your girlfriend. thankfully, as if she had read your mind, natasha smirks at you with a pointed look to show it’d be no problem for her.

‘i think i know a bar where we could be alone.’ she concludes.

‘give me ten minutes to shower and i’ll be there in fifteen.’ she says and hangs up before you could even answer her. you slump into your seat and sigh in content. god, this girl. you think to yourself.

true to her word natasha had shown up at your door in less than twenty five minutes. how she managed to shower and get ready in between all of that was truly a mystery to you.

‘hey, you look beautiful.’ is the first thing she says when you open the door. you look down at yourself and playfully roll your eyes. ‘thank you, but you’d say that even if i were wearing a trash bag.’ it’s true. natasha thinks you’d look good in anything but maybe that’s just her being biased because she likes you that much.

she laughs at your response and sticks out her hand for you to hold as she leads you to her car. ‘so where is this bar you’re taking me to?’ you ask her once you’ve settled into the passenger seat.

she only looks at you with a smirk, ‘that’s for me to know and for you to find out.’ you pout at her words and she takes her hand and squeezes your bottom lip in between her fingers, the action instantly makes you break into a smile.

once she starts to drive you can’t help but let your mind wander at what could come out of tonight. you had gone out before but things still felt fairly fresh, still there was definitely an undeniable connection between you both.

the spontaneity of the last hour makes your heart pulse, it makes you grow more fonder of what could become in the hours to come, how adventurous natasha sort of felt for you, how she took the chance to see you as soon as she could and now you’re in her car letting her drive you wherever.

it hadn’t been the first time natasha had come up with sudden plans with you. she once showed up at your window climbing through the fire escape after you had told her about how stressed you were for exams coming up, then within ten minutes she was in bed with you trying to coax you into a state of comfort.

your past partners were never really unprompted like that. natasha was the total opposite, she liked crazy. she liked the thrill. she lived for it even, hell her job was one big thrill. she was unlike anyone you’d ever met; you'd started to see the world in a different light because of her. maybe that’s why you felt yourself feeling more for her everyday.

and maybe someone like natasha was what you needed.

still, it scared you to think about how each passing day your feelings only grew bigger for the redhead. it all felt too fast and you dreaded having to experience the moment when natasha breaks the trust you had left to spare just for her.

you wonder if her lifestyle ever changed the way her relationships evolved, you wonder if they ever got left behind in how fast paced she lives or if she takes the time to let them catch up with her.

but lastly, you wonder if she’d even take it slow now that she has you in her life.

you discreetly steal glances towards the side of natasha’s face as she focuses on navigating the busy streets of new york.

the moonlight now casts a white hue on her face and you become transfixed with the way her eyes consciously squint, her jaw flexes and her eye brows twitch as she drives.

memories of past relationships flash in your mind and you grow paranoid at the chance that natasha could turn out to be like those of your past. love had been an awkward thing for you, people always either wanted too much or not enough. you had come to the point where love had started to feel like the loneliest feeling there was.

but the tiniest bit of hope in you believes that this time would be safe, you only hoped you were right.

natasha notices your staring but chooses not to say anything, purely for the fact that she didn’t want to ruin the comfortable silence that had settled between you both.

in less than ten minutes you both end up in a seemingly lively street in the west village that is filled with restaurants and bars alike. natasha opens your door for you and leads you into a quieter part of the street where you both find yourselves walking down a set of stairs that led you to a antique looking bar.

you immediately fall in love with the atmosphere of the place. it’s dimly lit and it’s decorated with all types of things that seem to date back to the 1800s. there’s only a handful of other people and you think about how this small part of the world was being missed out on by everyone else.

‘i’ll have a vodka straight and a tequila sunrise for my lady.’ you hear natasha say as you approach the bartender and you smile at the pet name. she seats you next to her on a bar stool and looks at you with her head perched up on her arm. ‘i missed you today.’ she rasps out after a few seconds of admiring.

‘i missed you too.’ you cower a bit.

natasha smirks at the blush that covers your face when she utters those words. a part of her itching to make you blush like that as much as she could. she loved that she made you feel that way; shy, nervous, warm, giddy.

it stroked her ego a bit she wouldn’t lie. natasha was fully aware of the effect she had on people, but those were people she could care less about, this was you. and you just so happened to choose her to be the one to give you her companionship and care.

it seemed like hours have passed now and you and natasha had had a handful of drinks by then. you were laughing at anything, talking about whatever thing rolled off your tongues at the moment, and simply just being around each other.

you clung to natasha’s arm as she had told you some silly joke that no one else would probably find hilarious but you did, you did.

her throat tightens at the sight and now she only becomes aware of everything that is you. she smells the perfume you’re wearing that she had complimented you on once, she sees the scrunch in your nose when you laugh at her joke and she hears nothing but you.

natasha takes a shaky breath and it takes every cell in her body not to let her heart go over head. the bar now seeming claustrophobic; she brushes her thoughts away and suggests it’s about time you both leave the bar scene for the night. she grabs your hand leaving some cash behind before she pulls you out of the bar.

adrenaline and fuzziness fill your guys’ senses as you make your way towards a hotdog stand down the block. you giggle and cling to each other, acting like two love sick teenagers.

‘god i love this song’ you instantly perk up as you hear ‘can’t take my eyes off you’ by frankie valli playing from somewhere down the street. you smirk towards natasha as you meet her confused gaze.

with a cheeky grin you pull her towards the center of the street where you break into a dance with the song.

the sight of you leaves me weak there are no words left to speak but if you feel like i feel please let me know that it’s real

you mouth the words while making direct eye contact with the redhead in front of you. fully aware of the effect this might have on her.

natasha only continues to stare at you with an amused smile, knowing very well sober you wouldn’t ever do this in front of her. but a part of her is glad that it’s happening.

it isn’t until the beat drops that natasha decides to join you in on the fun.

i love you baby and if it’s quite alright i need you baby to warm these lonely nights i love you baby trust in me when i say oh, pretty baby don’t bring me down i pray now that i’ve found you, stay

you both shout the lyrics together. too engrossed in the moment to care about the people staring at you both. you sing while simultaneously dancing.

this is when natasha has a realization as she dances here with you.

time seems to slow down as you’re looking at her with all the love in the world. as if she doesn’t just give you the world but the whole damn universe. dancing so carelessly and free, so light and full of nothing but warmth.

her heart hammers as the words she so desperately wants to say almost spill out of her mouth. but they remain stuck there, much like when a candy bar gets stuck between your teeth.

maybe it was too soon to know, maybe it would go too far if she says what she wants to say. she doesn’t know. but she does know. because why else would she have the urge to mutter those three words?

her throat tightens again at the amount of emotion she feels. she knows it isn’t the alcohol making her feel like this anymore. she’s sober enough.

natasha doesn’t know that you’re having the same thoughts running through your mind at the moment.

you think of how part of her braided hair has released in strands at the sides, or how her lips looked more inviting than usual.

you slow your movements and consciously brush one of her loose strands behind her ear and lick your lips as you steal a glance at hers and wow…you don’t think you’ve ever seen a pair of lips that you’d kill to kiss.

the thing was, relationships for you had always been nothing but a painful chase. it always led you to beautiful strangers with nothing but heartbreak to give you in return.

no one ever stayed, but now that natasha is right here standing in front of you while you both sway to the music and she’s looking at you with those green eyes of hers-you’ve never seen such a prettier shade of green.

and in that moment you know.

‘i love you.’ she breathes out and you don’t know how you didn’t realize the close proximity you were in. her eyes look blown out of love and her cheeks are flushed due to all the dancing.

you’re left speechless at the words that leave her mouth that all you can do is halt your movements completely and stare at her. you notice how her eyes cast a glance at your lips every few seconds.

natasha starts to worry that maybe she’d said the wrong thing and she curses herself for letting her feelings overtake her.

‘say it again.’ she hears you say and you look at her doe eyed. it goes silent between the both of you and natasha starts to question if she even heard you say anything in the first place.

her heart is hammering so hard it starts to pound in her ears, but she takes a step towards you and breathes in deeply before saying, ‘i love you, is that…is it okay?’

you smile and you think you’ll cry at how happy you are to hear those come out of her mouth. ‘i love you, too’ you nod.

natasha’s shoulders visibly slump in relief and she doesn’t even have to question your words as the pureness in your face says it all.

‘can i kiss you now?’ she asks.

‘please do.’ you nod almost desperately.

she grasps your cheeks with both her hands, teasing your lips with a slight brush against your nose but you’re too impatient to wait any longer so you close the very last remaining gap left between you both.

the kiss is nothing short of devotion. your hands instantly grab onto her wrists that hold your face in place and you feel every bit of what natasha wanted to say but never could. the way she kisses you and then the way she looks at you after she pulls away, it tells it to you all.

she didn’t know that she’d been looking for someone like you until you stopped her in her tracks and then drove her off them completely. you became the better half of her that balanced her out just right. the tame to her wild.

you stare at her for a few moments and you instantly smile when you see how her eyes looked a light green even with the darkness of the night.

it reminds you of biting into a sour green apple. though you come to the conclusion that natasha is nothing like a green apple because from the times you’ve kissed her she’d always tasted nothing but sweet.

you sigh as you lay your head on her chest, letting her engulf you in a hug. you think of how there’s no where else you’d rather be than right here,

and you think of how for the first time in a really long time you feel it’s finally finally finally safe for you to fall.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #Black Widow #black widow x reader

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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could u write abt the reader being past her due date and will do anything to get the dang baby out so she yells at jj infront of the pogues (who've been around waiting for baby maybank) "can you fuck this baby out of me already?" and then leads to smut?? thank you muuu

Past Due

I look up from my beer to see my girl glaring at me over the fire as the rest of the Pogues continue to laugh and talk. She was a week past due with baby Maybank and she'd been a tornado of emotions since our last appointment. Thankfully if she didn't go within the next day, they were going to schedule her for induction since she hadn't progressed at all. My child was already stubborn as hell and did not want to come out. I let my eyes wander down her swollen breasts and to her swollen belly. Nothing made her feel better except sex. I'm surprised my dick hasn't fallen off yet. I'd woken up on several occasions to her climbing on top of me to take what she needed.

"JJ Maybank." The snap in her voice brought me back to reality, the rest of the conversations dying down. We all looked at her, afraid to move or say anything.

"Yea, babe?" I take another gulp of my beer, her expression darkening. I guess I shouldn't be drinking if she couldn't.

"If you don't take me inside and fuck this baby out of me, I might actually kill you." She says, not a hint of humor in her tone. Kie snorts but JB and Pope both look to me with fear in their eyes. We all exchange a look before I slowly raise to my feet.

"Well guys, duty calls." I reach for my womans hand but she swats me away as she slowly gets to her feet.

"Go get 'em, tiger." JB says with a pitiful look.

"Is that safe for the baby?" Pope whispers but I shoot him a look.

"Shut up, Pope."

"I'm just saying! How are we going to get her to the hospital? The Pogue?"

"Pope! Shut up!" Kie insists, slapping him on the arm. I open my mouth to argue when she snags my wrist and pulls me to the house. We get inside where I swear it feels like Antartica, and make it to the bedroom. She strips and so do I. What if I actually break her water? What if she starts contracting while I'm inside her? What if I poke my baby with my dick?

"JJ! Focus!" She's up on all fours on the bed, ready and waiting for me in the only comfortable position at this point. I kneel behind her, running my fingers through her slick folds before easing two fingers inside and forcing her to moan.

"Do you--."

"Do not baby me. Fuck me. This might be the last time for awhile so make it count." She snaps and I start to finger her harder. She fists the comforter, a moaning mess as she buries her face in a pillow.

"Fuck, you're so wet." I groan. Ever since she'd got pregnant, she was a constant waterfall. Always ready for me. Her body tightens and I know she's close as she cries louder. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, sucking me in deeper as she cums. I wait for her grip to lessen before replacing my fingers with my dick in one hard motion. I grip her hips, pulling her back to meet every hard thrust.

“Fuck, just like that. Don’t stop.” She moans, hand diving between her legs to stroke her clit.

“Cum for me. Milk my cock.” I cum with a groan as she tightens around me, her body shaking as she screams into the mattress. I keep going, fucking her through it and throwing her into another orgasm.

“Stop! Stop! I can’t take it! It’s too much!” She whines as she starts to come down and I sit back on the balls of my feet, sweat dripping down my back. I watched as her clenching swollen pussy pushed my cum back out.

“Fuck.” I groan and she carefully rolls onto her back, fighting to catch her breath. I clean us up and slip my boxers on when I notice a pained expression on her face as she stares up at the ceiling.

“Babe?” I ask, watching her grimace again.

“I think I’m contracting.”

Oh, shit.

#smutwarning #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #jj obx #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #rudy pankow #wattpad #outer banks smut #outer banks x reader #outer banks fanfiction #jj maybank #tw unprotected sex #outer banks

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cloudythoughtss · 3 years

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Curious About You

Reader is a new student at Eastland High who is best friends with Kat and is plus size. She goes to the party and catches Nate’s eyes.

Warnings: 18+, swearing, drug use, underage drinking.

Pairings: Nate x reader, Kat x Ethan.

You laughed loudly as you and Kat blasted cringy 2000s pop while getting ready in her bathroom. She applies her blood red lipstick to her lips and puckers them in the mirror smiling at you. “So who the hell is this Nate Jacob’s guy? I keep hearing about him” You ask while slipping on your black high heeled spiked boots.

Kat rolls her eyes “he’s literally the biggest douchebag in the entire school I want to vomit every time I see him” she states with a distasteful tone. You raise your eyebrows and chuckle saying “damn the rumors must be true then” she looks over and smiles “hmm”.

You checked yourself out in the mirror, you had on a long sleeve shirt that showed off your cleavage and dark blue ripped jeans that hugged you perfectly with your boss bitch spiked boots. Kat had helped you with gaining your confidence and you never had let go of it since. You apply your peach flavored lipgloss and asked Kat for her opinion on how you looked, “bitch you look hot” she smiles and winks at you playfully.

The two of you had rode with Maddy, BB and Rue to the party while all of you had been smoking the life out of your lungs and jamming to 90s rap. Right when you entered into the house you were hit instantly with the smell of alcohol and weed. Kat grabbed your hand and leads you to do fruit flavored vodka shots with her and Jules. After several shots, you went on the dance floor and started swaying your hips trying to get Kat to dance with you but she insisted that she had to find Ethan and you rolled your eyes and flipped her off.

“Where the hell is the bathroom?” You exclaim loudly to a group of people and they point down a small hall and you smile thankfully at them. You make your way down the hall and you see a blonde girl who had been crying, stumble out of the bathroom quickly and run down the hall. You furrow your brows but don’t think anything of it until you go in and see a tall guy with brunette hair chilling against the wall.

“Can you get out? I need to piss” you ask and he raises his brow amused, “and who are you? Should you even be at this party?” He states back and smirks towering over you. You roll your eyes “I’m Y/N, Kats friend now get out” you reply and he moves quickly to trap you between him and the wall. “I won’t ask again, you know who I am and keep mouthing off to me or I’ll make your life a living hell” he insists.

You smirk up at him “ok big guy what are you going to do? You don’t even know who I am” and before he could say anything you shove him away from you and make your way out of the bathroom annoyed. Kat sees you and rushes towards you, “girl where have you been?” she asks and you huff “I was just trying to take a fucking piss and this giant asshole was trying to intimidate me”.

She was going to ask who until she notices Nate walking out of the bathroom and she looks at you, “that was Nate Jacob’s, I told you he was a douchebag but be careful, everyone knows not to try and mess with him because of his family” she whispers. With a sigh you roll your eyes “whatever I don’t give a shit, I came here to have a good time and not worry about some nobody” one of the football players overheard you two and chuckled to himself. He walks over to Nate and whispers in his ear what you had said, Nate smirks to himself and watched you carefully while thinking of a plan to catch you.

#euphoria #euphoria imagine #nate jacobs #writers #nate jacobs x reader #cloudythoughtss

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hsakuras · 3 years

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Trap | A. Arlert

cw: drug use(weed) drug dealer! Armin, coercion, dubcon, degradation, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), cream pie, unprotected sex, spitting, mentions of baby trapping, self-indulgent

wc: 3.9k

[10:45p] Talk to Armin

You’re not sure what to say back, you want to laugh almost. You want to ask Eren if this is a joke for turning him down last week when he delivered your weed to you. You didn’t think it was that deep when you rejected him, the next text you get from him is Armin’s number.

He’s really serious.

You don’t reply. Not really in the mood to ask him why he won’t sell to you or what’s wrong with him. Instead you tap on the contact he sent you, saving it into your phone and replacing Eren’s spot.

You text him first asking if it’s Armin and explaining you got his contact from Eren. You figured they’d know each other, why else would Eren give you his number?

[11:00p] Hi! It’s me! What can I do for you?

You stifle a laugh, this is the guy you’re supposed to buy from? You know it’s awkward texting someone new for drugs but you’re almost ready to give up when he texts you again.

[11:03p] Eren just told me what you usually get, you want to meet me or should I bring it to you?

Usually you’d be in favor of getting anything you buy brought to you, but you figured it would be safer to meet him instead. Can’t have a stranger knowing where you live and your location is always on for your closest friends. You’ll be sure to text one of them before heading out.

Armin texts you an address of where to meet him. You’re quick to grab a jacket and slip your shoes on before heading out to meet him. You have half a mind to change into sweatpants before you leave but you don’t know how Armin is about being late and you don’t really feel like asking around for someone else to buy from.

The start of your drive is usual, listening and glancing to the directions of your gps to guide you across town. Recognizing that the further you go, the nicer the houses get, the bigger they get, and the more expensive they get. You almost text him to double check if you’re going the right way when it finally hits you.

You’ve met Armin before.

You were most likely fucked from a night of drinking or smoking, or both. You remember how he hung around Eren at a party and how he had on a stupid blue cardigan that matched his eyes. He looked like he didn’t even fit in with anyone. Just some cute, preppy kid running around with his family’s money, probably mixed in with the wrong crowd. It’s no wonder you’re pulling up to a nice house and of course there’s no wonder that there's a parade of cars here. You can see the numerous people with red solo cups in their hands, some stumbling, and the majority of them laughing at the antics of everyone else.

You almost want to leave when someone knocks on the window causing you to jump.

“Holy shit.” You roll your window down enough to be met with blue eyes. It’s Armin.

“Hey, uh, I have your stuff but you’re gonna have to come inside or wait out here.”

You only nod in response, not really giving him the solid answer he’s looking for.

“So are you cool waiting here orrr?”

“I’ll go inside, sorry.” You roll your window back up, taking the keys to your car and double checking to make sure it locks before following Armin inside the house.

The crowd of people outside pales in comparison to the sea of bodies inside of his house. Music blaring and your vision immediately falls to the sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the huge living room. You continue to look around, watching in awe of how easily people let loose after a couple drinks or hits from a joint. You’re tempted to join them, that is until you make out Eren’s form holding a rolled joint up to Mikasa’s lips. You watch as she hesitantly leans forward and inhales before coughing while Eren laughs. You look away before he can see you, still following Armin before he offers his arm out to you.

“Last fuckin’ time I let Eren throw a ‘small’ party here.”

You laugh a little, holding onto Armin while he leads you upstairs. There are fewer people upstairs, some sitting around to get away from the crowd. Others start to roll a joint before they scramble to put their papers and weed away when they see Armin. He doesn’t pay them any attention, instead, he tells a couple looking for an unlocked room to ‘fuck off’ before unlocking the door to what you think is his room.

Inside everything is organized, you expected it to be. I mean this was Armin you were following, cute Armin with all of his white collared button-ups and cardigans. You don’t recall if you’ve ever seen him in a t-shirt, you watch as he fumbles around by his nightstand, still wary before he encourages you to come in and please shut the door behind you.

He tells you to have a seat on his bed, asking you if you can roll or if you want him to roll a joint for the both of you. You don’t really give him an answer before he finds his tray adorned with wrapping papers, a grinder, and more weed on it. He hands you your baggie of weed telling you that he doesn’t mind sharing his, you don’t know that he only shares his weed with girls he wants to fuck. He loves when new girls like you hit him up for bud, not worried in the slightest bit because Armin isn’t like Eren those sleazy drug dealers, he’s kind and cute.

Your eyes wander to the little bedside table where the drawer isn’t closed all the way and you can see all types of bags full of weed, you can see the scale that his weed was sitting on, and you can make out a smaller bag full of what you can only assume is molly. Part of you wants to ask why he spends his time selling, you’re in awe of his house and you’re sure that his family has more than enough for him to live comfortably.

Lithe fingers roll the joint together before his tongue peeks out of his mouth to ensure it stays together.

“Got a lighter?”

You nod, reaching into the pocket of your jacket and handing it to him. His hand envelops yours and his touch makes butterflies awaken in your stomach. You’re quick to smother them, telling yourself you’re only here for the weed and now a quick smoke session. Nothing else.

Ever the gentleman, he offers you the first hit, gently placing the joint between your lips despite your efforts to take it from him. He holds the lighter at the end and you study his face before you can finally inhale. The smoke makes the back of your throat burn, you cough a little and Armin laughs before plucking the joint from you and placing it on his lips. He inhales, the end lighting up in a bright orange while he takes off the cardigan he’s wearing.

“Sorry, it’s getting stuffy.” He says before passing the joint back to you, thankfully, he hands it to you this time. You take a longer drag, staring at the pretty veins on his arms and realizing how strong he might actually be. He isn’t like Eren, you think, he’s comfortable in the silence and you feel relieved that you no longer have to text his best friend for your drugs, not when Armin is better at responding and willing to smoke you out even if it’s just this time.

You take another hit, enjoying the feeling of your limbs growing heavy and your head swirling in bliss. You feel weightless yet heavy and you’re amazed at how only three hits has you feeling this way. It’s way better than anything Eren has ever given you.

“Armin” you say, mouth going completely dry when you notice that he’s unbuttoned part of his shirt and you can see his abs peeking through when you stretch your hand out to him holding the joint. He’s happy to take it from you, watching as you slowly grow even more comfortable on his bed, toeing your shoes off before letting your jacket fall off your shoulder revealing your little tank top you wear to bed. He takes one last hit before he tells you to finish it.

You’re not sure you can finish it, looking at the camera on your phone and seeing how glazed over your eyes look. Armin tells you to get comfortable, it’s fine. He’ll make sure that no one comes in to bother either of you.

Just trust him.

He watches as you bring the remainder of the joint back up to your lips, watching as you take hit after hit and giggling when you blow smoke on accident in his face, or when you accidentally lean a little too far forward into his own personal space. You even have the audacity to look up at him and say that you’re not even that high.

Oh but if you could see yourself through his eyes, you’re absolutely fucking baked. Pretty eyes glazed and red rimmed while you drink the water bottle he offers you, watching as a small droplet makes its way down from the corner of your mouth. You put the bottle down, “s’kay Min.” You slur and he knows he’s got you.

He reaches over and wipes the water away and you swear he’s unbuttoning his shirt when you’re not looking because there’s no way he just casually shows that much of himself to you. “You’re so pretty” he whispers, the pad of his thumb grazing over your bottom lip before looking back up into your eyes.

The compliment catches you off guard and you’re not sure if it’s the marijuana that gives you courage or the fact you would do anything to get lost in Armin’s baby blue eyes but you allow your tongue to slip out licking the pad of his thumb before he’s pushing it into your mouth. You immediately suck and Armin finally gives you a smirk that has arousal pooling in your belly. You let go of his finger and he presses his lip against yours, immediately you let his tongue in when you feel it against your lips, your hands finding the remaining buttons on his shirt and quickly pulling it apart.

Armin knows he’s got you where he wants you. Pretty thing like you walking into his house with sleep shorts, tank top, and no bra? He knew you wouldn’t protest when he started to roll the joint for you, knew that you’d smoke the entire joint because you haven’t felt this fucking relaxed in a while. He’d call you pretty while your eyes are all red and your mind seems hazy.

Your hands run along the taut muscles of his abdomen, and he’s pushing you back towards his bed. His thigh slotted in between your thighs and you fight the urge to grind down on it, knowing that he could probably feel how wet you would get just at his fleeting touches that set your skin on fire. He kisses your lips one last time before kissing your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point just to get you to squirm.

Then he feels it.

The warmth of your pretty little pussy on his thigh and fuck he can’t wait to feel you. He wants a taste, his mouth waters at the thought of your honeyed essence on his tongue and coating his chin, how your hands must feel in his hair and what your breathy moans would sound like panting out his name.

He pulls your shirt up, pinching one of your nipples while wrapping his lips around the other, tongue flicking the hardening bud before continuing his descent on your body. Both of his hands are on your tits while he plants warm kisses along your stomach, making sure to tease along the waistband of your sleep shorts.

He’s quick to adjust the both of you, pulling you closer to the foot of the bed by your ankles before kneeling in between your pussy.

“Armin, wait—” whatever plea you had for him dies in your throat when you feel his nose press along your clothes folds, inhaling your sweet scent. He presses a kiss to it, whispering praises barely loud enough for you to hear. Telling you how pretty you look and asking to let him taste you even though he’s already pulling your shorts and panties down your legs. He groans when your cunt, mutters something about how cute your pretty pussy looks. His knuckle coming up to swipe at your slit, groaning when your slick covers it and how sensitive you are under his touch.

You feel him lick a stripe along your folds, your thighs squishing his face before strong arms come to keep you in place. You’re not allowed to interrupt him, not while he’s enjoying himself.

His lips wrap around your clit, using his fingers to reveal it to him, the sensation has you mewling and arching your back into his face. His tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves until your hands find his hair. Your fingers carding through his soft blonde locks while you beg and plead for more. He lets go of your clit in favor of licking your slit, he moans when he finally gets a taste of you, tongue wandering into your gummy walls while his nose hits your puffy clit over and over again. Your mewls are getting louder and you're begging for more, for something more because you need to cum, he has to let you cum.

Armin pulls away and you sob out to him, “Min, please, need to cum, make me cum, please.”

He can’t say no, not when his chin is covered in your slick and his cock twitches every time you plead and whine his name. He holds your legs apart, delivering a quick slap to the inside of your thigh when you attempt to close them when the pad of his middle finger finds your clit. “Keep you legs open.” He says, voice low and gravely. He doesn’t waste time, inserting his middle finger to his knuckle. The feeling of you tight, velvety walls around his digit makes his dick twitch and serve as an aching reminder that he’s not done with you yet, he won’t let you leave after this. Not until he gets to bury himself deep into the velvet of your pussy.

The muscles of his arm are protruding with the pace he sets as he finger fucks you, his lips wrapped around your clit and he begins to suck and you swear you’re in another fucking dimension with how euphoric you feel. The weed in your system makes you extra sensitive and Armin can feel another gush of your arousal all over his hand.

“Armin, fuck,fuck,fuck!”

“Give it to me, baby, wanna see you cream all over my fingers come on.”

He has to see it, inserting his ring finger and adding to your pleasure when he finds that spongey little spot inside of you that has you arching into his touch again. He takes it has his cue to lick and suck on your abused bud again, watching how pretty you look when your voice fails you and your scream goes silent as you cum around his fingers, eyes crossing as you finally give him what he wants.

“Atta girl, squeezing my fingers so tight.”

He slowly pulls his fingers out, eyes fixed on the translucent strings webbing his fingers together before he stands up. You hear the sound of him undoing his zipper before you register what he’s actually doing. With the strength you have you find his hands, watching as he takes off the remainder of his clothes, throwing them somewhere in his room.

Your mouth goes dry when your eyes land on his cock, you didn’t expect him to be so big, to have a pretty vein adorning either side of his shaft and his tip a pretty shade of bubblegum pink with a bead of precum decorating it.

“Armin, wait” you scoot back from him, “m’ still sensitive” you remind him. Your words are slurred and it doesn’t stop Armin from craning his head down and kissing you. Making you taste yourself while he hooks his hands under your thighs, exposing your pussy to his greedy eyes. “You’ll be okay, just be good for me yeah?”

Those blue eyes meet yours again and you’re positive you’re drowning in them. His pupils blown wide as he aligns himself with your drooling entrance, he hooks your legs over his shoulders, finding your hands and pinning them beside your head. He slowly inches himself forward, reveling in the feeling of your gummy walls stretching around his girth. He fights the urge to cum as your pussy flutters around him, he looks down at you, completely fucked out and eyes beginning to water as he slowly pulls back before thrusting into you again.

He lets go of your hands, one of them pushing your thighs into your chest while he brings the pads of his middle and ring fingers to prod at your lips, “suck” he demands, slowing his thrusts to allow you to wrap your lips around them. You taste yourself on his skin, tongue skillfully running along his nails and swirling around both of them.

“Is this why you texted me? Couldn’t get your stupid cunt fucked by Jaeger?” You don’t reply, still sucking on his fingers while he delivers a harsh snap of his hips against yours, he feels the vibrations of your whine, shoving his fingers further into your mouth a smirking when he feels your throat constrict around them.

“Eren doesn’t like easy sluts like you.”

He roughly pulls his fingers out of your mouth, gripping your cheek harshly and making your skin sticky with your own spit. “Keep your fucking mouth open.” You hear him gathering saliva in his mouth before his spit lands on your tongue. You swallow it without being asked, eyes rolling into the back of your skull when he begins his harsh pace again.

“Wonder what he’d say, if he saw you fucking his best friend right now. He said you were so cute, you know?” Both palms are on the back of your thighs, he’s pushing them impossibly close to your chest and letting his weight fall on top of you with each thrust. “Bet he doesn’t know that a little weed gets you desperate for cock huh?”

“m’not desperate” you slur, he slaps the back of your thighs, sending pleasurable pain shooting through your body. “Want me to call him in here? Have him see you cream all over my fucking cock?”

You nod no, but the way your cunt squeezes Armin’s length lets him know all that he needs to.

“Filthy bitch, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He cranes his head down again, sloppily kissing you and allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, groaning when he feels your hands pulling his biceps closer to you. You turn your head away from him, sputtering a bit before begging for more, for Armin to fuck you harder, faster.

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, his pace never faltering as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Mouth falling open and brows knitting together while you moan loud enough for anyone to hear if they were to walk by the door. You can feel the head of his dick kiss your cervix with each thrust, “say my name” he grits.

He can feel your gummy walls fluttering, he knows your close, still sensitive from the previous orgasm and from the weed you smoked earlier. Your mind is spinning and you feel so dizzy, so fucking good as Armin continues to fuck you.

“Armin! Cum inside, fuck, cum inside please!”

Hook, line, sinker.

Who knew that’s a joint is all it took to get you in bed, he almost feels bad that Eren couldn’t get to this point with you. His loss is his gain, he’d make sure that the only name you moan from now on is his, he’ll make sure Eren hears you high pitched squeals for Armin to spill himself inside of you.

“Yeah? You want me to cum inside of you? Fill your pretty little pussy up?” He groans when he feels you squeeze him again, your nails biting into the skin of his forearm as you let out a string of pleads for him to not stop.

“What if I knock you up huh? Give you a fuckin’ baby so all you can think about is me from now on?”

The fear in your eyes spurs him on, his fingers finding your sore clit until he can feel your legs trembling against him. The way he circles your bud paired with his harsh thrusts sends you over the edge, back arching and a silent sob escaping your throat while you gush all over Armin’s cock, “Fuck yeah, give it to me, dirty bitch”

“Armin! Cumming!” You squeal as if he didn’t know, Armin isn’t too far after you, keeping his words and spewing curses out as he empties his hot seed inside of you. You moan pulling Armin in for a kiss while his cock pulsates inside of you, both of you reveling in each other and your highs.

Your breathing labored as he slowly lets your legs fall against the bed. He stays buried inside of you, watching as you fight your sleep.

“Hey, stay with me for a bit, yeah? Gotta clean you up.”

You nod, closing your eyes but listening to him go to his bathroom and coming back with a warm washcloth. The warmth of the washcloth feels good against your skin, Armin adjusts you on his bed before pulling you up and helping you to the bathroom.

“You okay?”

“Mhmm” you hum, looking up at him while he helps you sit down, telling you where everything is before walking out to give you privacy.

He begins to pick up both of your clothes, setting them aside while he adjusts the bed for you to sleep in. He isn’t that heartless, he’s sure he’ll talk to you before you go home tomorrow, even if you manage to slip out before he wakes he knows you’ll be back, after all it’s not like you know anyone else that would sell to you.

He picks up the clothes again, your panties falling onto the floor. He looks up to make sure you’re still in the bathroom so you don’t see where he keeps your panties, it’s not like you would need them anyway.

He throws the rest of the clothes into his laundry basket, finding his phone to look for Eren’s contact.

[2:02am]You’re right, y/n is really cute.

[2:02am] She’s staying with me tonight.

“Who are you texting?”

Your voice startles him, he smiles before getting up to help you into his bed.

“No one important. Trust me”

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mercurygguk · 3 years

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the first year | jjk (m)

genre; parents au + established relationship au

pairing; dad!jungkook x fem reader

✎ summary; in which jungkook learns that his new life as a parent can be difficult at times and that it takes a great amount of patience, but even with all that, jungkook wouldn’t trade it for anything.

warnings; my weak attempt at being funny, jungkook as a dad, SMUT; sexual activities, fingering, swearing, light dirty talk, actual sex, jungkook being a simp for his baby mama

word count; 4,121

➵ READ PART 1 HERE

a/n; here’s a part 2 of my dad!jungkook fic - hope you like it, enjoy!! also, please feel free to give some feedback <3 didn’t proof read at all, ignore any possible typos thx

Parenting is anything but easy.

That is something Jungkook has learned after the first few months of being a dad. His daughter is usually very easy to handle, very peaceful at most times and over all a very happy baby. However, she likes to wake him up in the middle of the night with loud cries. At this point Jungkook can’t even remember what it feels like to get 8 hours of sleep at night.

Tonight seems to be another one of those nights. Her cries are nothing but irritation, not satisfied with the lack of attention. Jungkook has learned the differences in her cries from the way they sound and whether there are tears or not. Sometimes she’s only doing it just to get some attention when all she really has to do is sleep. She must have inherited her mother’s temper and need for attention.

A heavy sigh falls from Jungkook’s lips, eyes still closed as he waits a few moments, hoping she’ll fall back to sleep without him having to get up and go to her room. Beside him, his girlfriend and the mother of his daughter is stirring, turning over to face Jungkook’s back. Scooting closer, you reach out to touch his back, your palm running up and down.

“I’ll get her,” you softly tell him, speaking into the darkness before blindlessly pressing a kiss to the skin of his back. Before you can get out of bed, Jungkook is getting up. You watch as he drags his feet out of the bedroom and down the small hallway to where his daughter is currently having a midnight crying fit. A small smile sneaks its way onto your lips, knowing he doesn’t mind getting her in the middle of the night despite how tired he sounds and looks.

There’s nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for her.

Jungkook carefully opens the door, peeking his head inside to see his 7-month-old daughter standing up in her crib, her hands tightly gripping the edge to hold herself up. He switches on the night lamp on her dresser, lighting up the room in a warm glow. Her big brown eyes with long lashes looks at him, no tears in sight, just a small mischievous grin on her face because he’s there to check on her again. The way she has him wrapped around her tiny pinky finger is beyond him.

“You little tease,” he coos with a smile as he steps closer to the crib, immediately picking her up when she reaches for him. Once she’s in his arms, she cuddles closer to him, head neatly tucked into the crook of his neck. Jungkook sighs deeply in content, running his hand up and down her back as he makes his way out of her room and back to you in the bedroom. You’re still awake when he appears in the doorway, a knowing smirk on your face as he moves closer to the bed. You reach out while pouting, wanting your baby girl in your arms. She’s already half asleep again as Jungkook hands her over before climbing into bed.

Jungkook watches with pure adoration in his eyes as the two most important girls in his life are cuddling up against him. You glance up at him, noticing the small smile he always seems to sport whenever you catch him looking at you and your daughter. She’s fully asleep now, completely unaware of the way her parents are watching her with proudness in their eyes and hearts.

“We got lucky, huh?” You softly say.

Nodding, Jungkook intertwines your free hand with his.

“We really did.”

“You know what we should?”

You turn to look at Jungkook, eyebrows raised in question. He looks out of the window in the living room, watching the skyline and tapping his chin as if he’s in deep thought. You wait patiently until he looks your way.

“We should throw a party for Areum’s 1st birthday,” he says. You give him a look only to receive one back.

You scoff lightly, “you don’t think I haven’t thought of that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Well, you never mentioned it, so how should I know?”

Pretending to be offended, you place a hand on your chest and let out another scoff. Jungkook chuckles at your silliness, scooting closer before pulling you onto his lap. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course, we’re throwing her a party. It’s her first one after all.”

Smiling, Jungkook rubs his palms up and down your thighs. Soon the smile falls from his lips. You frown as you watch it happen, his eyes falling to look at anything but your face. You know what he’s thinking, he’s mentioned it before.

“I can’t believe she’s already a year old soon,” he mumbled. You smile softly, reaching up to run a hand through his hair to remove it from his face. He looks at you again, a sad smile on his face now. “She’s growing so fast, it terrifies me.”

“Oh, I know, baby,” you coo, “but she can’t stay tiny forever, you know that.”

He sighs deeply. “Yeah, I know. I just wish I could slow down time sometimes.”

Your heart aches watching him being this sad over something so inevitable. He loves her so much and he’ll do anything to protect her, go to great lengths to get her whatever she needs. It warms your heart, makes you wonder if you ever could’ve found someone more perfect than him if you didn’t have him?

“She’ll always need you, Jungkook. Even when she’ll say she doesn’t.”

“Areum, sweetheart, no- watch out!”

You watch with wide, horrified eyes as your daughter climbs onto the couch and stands up, wobbling on her very unstable legs. You’re not quick enough to get up and catch her before she tumbles to the ground, her head thankfully not hitting the floor as hard as it could’ve. A loud cry sounds throughout the living room, tears welling up in her eyes as you pick her up.

You examine her for any injuries while cradling her to you. When you don’t see any, you press a kiss on the top of her head. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, it’s okay,” you coo, holding her close as she cries it out.

As she sniffles against your shirt, a thousand thoughts run through your mind. Firstly, Jungkook must never know this happened. Secondly, you feel like the worst mother ever, the way you just let her climb up there without support and basically just watching her fall down and almost hit her head very badly.

“Oh, God,” you breathe out, letting out a quiet cry of panic.

The front door opens, your boyfriend’s humming sounding throughout the apartment. You listen as he kicks off his shoes and unzips his jacket. You quickly check Areum’s face for visible tears, hurriedly drying off the remnants with your sleeve. You press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, flashing her a smile before picking up a toy, handing it to her and pretending her fall didn’t just happen minutes ago.

“Hey babe,” Jungkook appears in the living room, smiling widely at the two of you. He’s quick to come closer, reaching out for Areum and picking her up. He smooches her cheeks with a smile, but it’s without her usual reaction of laughter. You watch, waiting until it hits him. His smile falters, glancing at you whose face is grimacing in apology already.

The red spots from tears on her small, soft cheeks is what gives it away. That and how quiet she is when usually she’s laughing hysterically when Jungkook smooches her.

“Has she been crying? And is that a bump on her forehead?” He asks, turning to look at you.

“Yeah...” you trail off, wincing as your boyfriend stares you down in suspicion, “we might’ve had a small accident-”

“____!” Jungkook exclaims, horrified as he sits down on the couch with Areum in his lap. He examines her like you did when the fall happened, worry written all over his face. You sigh deeply, getting up from the floor to take a seat beside him. “How did this happen? Did you not watch her?”

“I did!” You quickly defend yourself, “she was crawling onto the couch and before I knew it she was falling down head first into the rug!”

Jungkook exhales, looking back at Areum who’s playing with the thin silver chain around his neck. The bump on her forehead doesn’t look too bad. “I guess the rug took most of the fall, the bump isn’t that big.”

“Oh God, I’m the worst mom ever!” You cry out at the sight of the small bump on your daughter’s head, wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm, your face hidden in his shoulder. Jungkook can’t help but roll his eyes. You always have to be so dramatic, thinking the worst about yourself when this could’ve happened to any parent.

“____,” he calls out, catching your attention. You sniffle lightly, lifting your head to look up at him. He smiles at you. “You’re not the worst mom ever, okay? You’re the best and this minor accident doesn’t define your entire role as a mother. She’s okay, look.”

You look at your daughter, her attention still focused on the silver chain, although now her small mouth is curved into a small smile. You smile at her, Jungkook does too. “It’s just a tiny bump,” he tells you, pausing before saying: “there will probably be much worse in the future.”

Gasping, you slap his upper arm causing Areum to let out that precious baby laugh. “Don’t jinx it!”

Jungkook is in a good mood, a pep in his step as he makes his way up to yours and his apartment, fully aware that you’re probably already cooking a delicious meal and making everything ready for your ‘date night’. The drive back from his parents’ place, where he just dropped off Areum, was filled with loud music that made him even more excited for finally having some time with you alone after God knows how long.

Once he steps through the front door, a delicious aroma of his favorite dish hits his nostrils causing him to let out a deep sigh of content. He quickly slips off his shoes and jacket before making his way to the kitchen. Feel-good songs are playing on the speaker and you’re moving around while preparing the food, singing along and just enjoying yourself. You’re not aware of Jungkook standing behind you, a big grin on his face.

Deciding to surprise you, he sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You jump lightly in his embrace, turning your head slightly to see that it is in fact the love of your life who’s hugging you.

“Hi,” you softly say, smiling when he presses his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss.

“Mhm,” he hums in response, “it smells delicious, baby.”

“Good for you that your favorite dish is the one I make the best,” you smirk, flipping the steaks on the pan. Jungkook chuckles before agreeing with you. You turn the heat down before turning around in his arms, coming face to face with him. Without another thought he leans in and steals a quick peck. He grins at you when he pulls back to look at you again. “Go get cleaned up,” you tell him, pushing him away from you.

“I love you,” he smiles sweetly as he backs away and heads towards the bedroom. You watch with a lovesick smile, your eyes automatically landing on his butt because it’s right there and you can’t help yourself. Something tells you, you won't finish dinner at the table, but in bed instead.

Sure enough, you stayed at the table until you finished the main dish. You had prepared dessert as well but Jungkook is in the mood for another kind of dessert – that’s what he had said when he got up from his seat before pulling you from yours and tugging you towards the bedroom. Screw the ice cream, you thought to yourself and allowed Jungkook to guide you to the bed.

Ever since Areum was born you’ve had few chances of being alone with Jungkook, enjoying his company and the love he always stores deep inside of him until he feels like showering you in it.

It’s slow but hurried, it’s passionate and yet filled with desperation, it’s you and him together in your own bubble. Your eyes close shut as Jungkook traces your skin with his lips, his hands running over and feeling your curves and every dip in your body. His lips brush across the faint stretch marks on your stomach, his hands cupping your breasts softly yet firmly.

“God, you’re the most beautiful mama to ever exist,” Jungkook groans as he hovers over you, looking you up and down, noticing every single detail of your body and skin. You smile, a faint blush covering your cheeks as he dips down to kiss you softly. His tongue meets yours halfway, a soft moan falling from your mouth and into his. He swallows the whimpers you let out as he reaches down, fingers running between your lower lips, the wetness there evident to him.

“Jungkook,” you sigh in pleasure against his lips as he rolls your clit with his thumb, “more, please.”

He smirks softly, lips moving from your lips to your cheeks and further down to the top of your breasts, peppering kisses all over you. All your senses are on fire, the feeling of his lips, his fingers, his body against yours, the growing erection against your leg. Your hand reaches down to rub against it through his boxers, the only piece of clothing separating his cock from your clenching hole. You’re whimpering against him as the pressure from his thumb on your clit is edging you closer to your release.

“J-jungkook, please, I need you,” you gasp, you're moving automatically against his fingers causing more friction, “n-need you so bad.”

“That desperate for my cock, huh baby?” He teases, smoothly sinking his fingers inside of you, “you want me to finish you off now or would you like to cum all over my cock?”

You moan at his words, back arching up against him. “Your cock, please, wanna cum all over it.”

A grunt leaves Jungkook as he imagines it before him. It doesn’t take long for him to strip off his boxers, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. You anticipate the stretch, already clenching around nothing as Jungkook lines himself up with your entrance. You reach for his hand just as he starts pushing past your walls, stretching you open so deliciously in a way you’ll never be able to handle without gasping in pure pleasure. Jungkook intertwines his hand with yours as he keeps it pressed against the mattress right beside your head.

He bottoms out, filling you to the brim. He breathes out heavily, his breathing ragged as he lets you adjust to his impressive width and length. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he rasps out as he pulls out and pushes back in, watching the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, “my pretty baby all fucked out.”

It blows your mind how he always manages to make it so dirty yet soft. You’re already a mess beneath him and he’s barely begun. “Oh god, Jungkook-”

A forceful push of his hips has you gasping, a high pitched moan tumbling from your lips. His hips connect with yours in a rhythm, skin against skin, the lewd sounds of your wetness and the feeling of Jungkook thrusting and grinding into you. His lips are back against your skin, your collarbones earning kisses and small bites, your free hand running from his lower back and up his spine to the hair in his neck. You tug at it, earning a grunt from Jungkook. Lifting his head, he looks you in the eye, his lips slightly parted as he works you both to your highs.

His eyes are soft while his actions are far from it, the look he’s giving you tells you everything he doesn’t say out loud. “Oh my god, I’m gonna- fuck,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hand, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Me too, baby, me too,” Jungkook moans, leaning down to press his lips to yours, kissing you like it would be the last. He swallows your whimpers, your moans and gasps as your orgasm hits you hard. Jungkook follows you, his orgasm hitting him as you clench around him. He stills inside of you, moaning deeply at the feeling of you clenching and milking him for every drip of cum. He’s panting as he comes down, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Yours and his breathing is the only thing you can hear in the room as you both try to collect yourselves. Your fingers are caressing his scalp as he stays in your arms, letting his weight rest upon you. Silence engulfs you and him, Jungkook’s breathing clashing against your neck, your fingers dancing across the skin on his back. You can feel his cum trickling out of you, but you don’t really care at this point, just enjoying the moment and worrying later about the mess that is the sheets.

Jungkook’s thoughts are running a hundred miles per hour as he lays in silence with you close against him. His thoughts shift from the first time he met you to when he first kissed you to the way you told him you loved him before he told you. Then his thoughts wander on to his daughter, the tiny person he created with you just from the love between the two of you. There are so many memories with you, moments and life events he shares with you. An idea pops into his mind, it’s something he has been thinking about for a long time, he just didn’t find the right time yet. He wants to add another meaningful celebration of life and love to the memories he shares with you.

He wants to marry you.

Jungkook already asked for your parents’ approval. They told him yes in an instant, reminding him that he has a child with you and that the two of you are already past asking for approval. That thought alone makes Jungkook chuckle softly. He really did things with you in a messy order. First he slept with you then he dated you. Then he asked you to be his girlfriend and then after a few years he accidentally got you pregnant and now he’s thinking about proposing to you.

“What?” You ask, smiling softly as you hear Jungkook chuckle.

He rolls over, his back hitting the mattress and pulling you with him to lay halfway on top of him. He smiles at you, his fingers reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears.

“It just hit me how we’ve done things in a really random order,” he tells you. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion at his words. “First we slept together and then we started dating after that, then I asked you to be my girlfriend,” he’s grinning from ear to ear as you listen and he’s talking, reminiscing the years he’s spent with you. “I got you pregnant by accident and now we’re parents and I just…”

He falls silent, his smile faltering as he looks you in the eyes. You’re looking at him with those eyes that always hold so much love for him and Areum too. Beautiful eyes that can calm him at any given time, tell him everything’s gonna be alright without you saying anything. Jungkook would do anything to look into those eyes for the rest of his life. He could just ask you, right now in this very moment. It doesn’t have to be a candlelit dinner or with rose petals. What matters is you and him together in an intimate moment where all feelings lay in front of you, bared for the both of you to see.

“Marry me.”

You freeze, your fingertips that had returned to running over his skin freeze in their movement. Jungkook can tell your eyes are watering. You open your mouth to speak, a small voice coming out as you say: “w-what?”

Jungkook nods, “you heard me, baby,” he softly says.

“I’m-” You begin but cut yourself off. Jungkook watches as a wide smile spreads across your face, the first few tears falling from your eyes and running down your cheeks. He reaches out to wipe them away, smiling softly himself. “Oh my god,” you cry.

“So, is that a yes?”

Nodding, you crawl up to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, pressing your lips to his in a kiss. “Of course, it is! It’s a million times yes!” You say against his lips, pulling away slightly to rest your forehead against his. “I love you so much, Jungkook.”

“I love you the most, baby.”

Areum is 1 year old today.

She’s 1 year old and Jungkook isn’t sure how to handle it. His baby girl is growing up so fast and it both terrifies and amazes him. You seem to handle it pretty well, but Jungkook has a feeling you’re just very good at hiding it. There’s no way you’re not emotional about the fact that the baby you carried around for 9 months is already 1 year old.

“How’s my favorite granddaughter?” Jungkook’s mother coos as she walks right past her son and towards Areum who’s sitting on the rug in the living room, surrounded by her toys. Jungkook watches in disbelief how his mother doesn’t even give him a moment of attention, clearly only here to visit her grandchild.

“Mom, she’s your only granddaughter,” Jungkook deadpans before turning back to greet his father, “hey dad.”

Jungkook’s father gives him a tight hug before moving on to give you an even tighter hug. “How are you, ____?” He asks, smiling as he pulls away to look at you.

You smile in return. “I’m good! And you?”

“Same as always,” he shrugs, “not much happens when you reach a certain age.”

You chuckle at that, telling him to go say hi to his granddaughter. You watch as Areum greets his grandfather with a big grin, reaching out for him like she does with everyone she loves. You smile at the scenario in front of you, how Areum is the center of attention for all of her four grandparents. Your parents had arrived earlier than Jungkook’s, having kept Areum entertained for the past hour or so.

“Should we tell them today?” Jungkook asks as you join him in the kitchen, his voice low in case his mom should suddenly appear behind him. “You know, about that,” he points to the ring on your finger.

Smiling at him, you lean up and kiss him quickly on the lips. “Sure,” you agree with him, making him smile, “but remember it’s Areum’s day today. So we’ll just mention it and then move on with her birthday party.”

Jungkook nods at that. “Of course. Nothing is bigger than her 1st birthday-” he pauses at that, the fact hitting him once again. He then turns to you, giving you a confused look, “how are you not emotional about it at all? I literally cried when I gave her a bath last night.”

A laugh emits from your lips. “You cried? Because it’s your daughter's 1st birthday?”

Offended by how you’re finding his devastation humorous, Jungkook scoffs. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.”

You’re smiling at him in adoration as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Jungkook hugs you back, pressing his lips to your temple. Areum’s laughter flows through the apartment causing the two of you to laugh yourselves. It’s like sweet music to your ears when Areum has a fit of giggles.

“I adore her so much, ____,” Jungkook suddenly says as he watches from the kitchen, watching how Areum is surrounded by her grandparents, having the best 1st birthday. You’re constantly smiling, you have been ever since Areum was born. The joy she brought with her when she came into the world is unlimited and you feel like you’re on top of the world for creating such a happy, lively small human being.

“I know, baby,” you tighten your arms around him, giving him a squeeze, “she’s the best thing that’s happened to us.”

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dadbodosamu · 3 years

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only you || part v

Stepdad!Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: spit, semi-public sex, alcohol, oral (f+m receiving), male masturbation, female masturbation, daddy kink, breeding kink, squirting, hair pulling, cum eating

5.6k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“Can’t I just stay the night?” Atsumu groaned as he got dressed.

“We’re going out tonight,” Osamu said, throwing Atsumu’s shirt at him.

You rolled over in the bed, pulling the blanket over your nude form. You propped yourself up on your elbow, appreciating Osamu’s strong body as he pulled his boxers up.

“Good morning, baby,” Osamu said, smiling as he leaned down to peck your lips.

“Mmm, morning,” you hummed. “What time is it?”

“Five in the afternoon,” he said. “You only slept for a few hours.”

You nodded, stretching out and yawning. “I’m going to shower,” you mumbled, sitting up.

You looked at Atsumu, who was still standing in your room.

“What?” He asked, finally noticing you staring at him.

“Get out,” you said, gesturing towards the door.

“Like I wasn’t just balls deep in yer pussy,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and walking out.

“Like you didn’t nearly cum in your pants while I choked you!” You called after him. You smiled as you heard him grumbling from the hallway.

“Ya okay?” Osamu asked.

You shrugged as you stood up on wobbly legs. “A little sore.”

You took a step towards your bathroom and your knees buckled. Thankfully, Osamu managed to grab your waist before you could fall.

“Let me help ya,” he said, holding you steady as you shakily walked to the bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the tub as he started the shower.

“I’ve got it from here,” you said. Your legs shook as you stood up but they stayed under you.

“Call if ya need me,” Osamu said, helping you into the shower.

You showered quickly. You brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before joining the twins in the living room.

“You never said where we were going tonight,” you said, curling up by Osamu on the couch. “How should I dress?”

“Casual,” he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. “What you’re wearing now is fine.”

You glanced down at the sundress you were wearing. It was longer than your other one, so it already had Osamu’s stamp of approval.

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“We’re getting dinner? Great, where are we going?” Atsumu asked, plopping down next to you.

“We’re getting dinner and yer goin’ home,” Osamu said.

“Worth a try,” Atsumu said, shrugging. “Kiss goodbye?”

“I’m gonna kick yer ass,” Osamu said. Atsumu stood with a smirk.

“Not even a lil one?” Atsumu said. You smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t forget to cover that bruise on your throat,” you said, sitting back down. Atsumu whipped out his phone, swearing loudly when he saw the hand-shaped bruise across his neck.

“Damn it, what am I supposed to tell the boys?” Atsumu asked.

You shrugged as you cuddled into Osamu’s side.

“That you like getting choked by cute girls?” You suggested. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Atsumu groaned out a goodbye as he left.

Osamu pulled you into his lap and peppered kisses on your face as you giggled.

“Not that I don’t like it, but what was that for?” You asked, smiling after he kissed your lips.

“What, I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” Osamu asked, kissing your nose again. “Just wanna remind ya who ya belong to.”

“Never forgot,” you said, pecking his lips. “Need I remind you whose name I was moaning the whole time?”

You cupped his face and peppered him with kisses. “I love you, Miya Osamu.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said, kissing your lips one more time. “Let me go get dressed and we can go eat.”

“I guess I can let you go,” you said, moving off his lap. You laid on the couch, watching him walk down the hallway.

You checked your phone, responding to a few messages from your school friends and checking your socials. As expected, your mom’s ‘it’s complicated’ status had garnered a lot of attention. Comments ranging from ‘oh, i’m sorry sweetie’ to ‘i never liked him anyway’ to, to your joy, ‘he was too young for you anyway, don’t you have a daughter his age?’.

You cackled as you scrolled through the comments. Your mom had even responded to some, stating ‘he knows what he did’. You rolled your eyes and closed your facebook.

“Ready?” Osamu asked, stepping in front of you.

“When you are,” you said.

The restaurant was small and cozy, with the scent of fresh bread filling the air. You smiled as Osamu led you to a table in a secluded corner, pulling out your seat for you before sitting across from you.

“Everything here is fantastic,” Osamu said as you read over the menu. “My friend from uni runs this place, he’s almost a better chef than I am.”

“Almost?” You questioned. “So humble, Osamu.”

“Miya-kun!” A man exclaimed, rushing towards your table.

“Takahashi-kun,” Osamu greeted, smiling at the man.

“It’s been a while!” Takahashi said. “This the wife?”

You winced.

“Ah, not yet,” Osamu said. “I’m actually in the process of getting a divorce. This is my girlfriend, L/n Y/n.”

You smiled widely. “Hi, nice to meet you,” you said.

“Nice to meet you! It’s nice that you managed to get Miya to drag you out here, he rarely makes time to come visit his old friends,” Takahashi said. “I think I met the wife once? Maybe twice.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Osamu said. Takahashi rolled his eyes. “You can also visit me.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Takahashi said with a small laugh. “Speaking of, what can I start you off with?”

Your food came out quickly. Takahashi made polite conversation before leaving you two by yourselves.

“So, tell me about your childhood,” you said. “I feel like we only ever talk about me.”

“What do ya wanna know?” Osamu asked, taking a bite of his rice.

“What are your parents like?” You asked.

“My ma raised us alone,” Osamu said. He smiled before continuing. “Our dad wasn’t that great, he left when we were still babies.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “He wasn’t a great guy, anyway. Leaving was probably the best thing he ever did for us. He used to abuse my ma. He tried to come back when Tsumu and I were in high school, but we ran him off.”

“Ran him off?” You asked.

“He got a lil too hands-on with ma, and Tsumu and I kicked his ass out the door and told him not to come back,” Osamu said. “And that was the last time we saw him.”

You hummed. “Good for you, then.”

“But yeah, ma raised us by herself, never remarried or anything. She worked two jobs just to support us and put us through volleyball,” Osamu said. “But she never missed a game.”

“She sounds great,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“She is,” Osamu said, smiling fondly. “I can’t wait for ya to meet her.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, smiling. “Tell me something else, I want to know everything.”

Osamu smiled at you before reaching across the table and grabbing your free hand.

“Tsumu and I have always been really competitive,” Osamu started. You smiled at him as he spoke.

“I really enjoyed the food,” you told Takahashi as he cleared off your table. “And thank you for the dessert, it was amazing.

“Anything for a friend!” Takahashi exclaimed, stacking the two empty plates in his hands. “And don’t worry about the bill, consider it on the house.”

“I owe you one,” Osamu said.

“I’ll take salted salmon onigiri and your miso soup any day of the week,” Takahashi said, smiling widely. “It was nice meeting you, and Miya-kun, it was nice seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger!”

“I’ll try to come by more often,” Osamu said. You both stood after Takahashi disappeared into the kitchen. Osamu grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant.

“That was nice,” you said, swinging yours and Osamu’s arms.

“It was,” Osamu agreed. “What do ya want to do now?”

“I don’t know, do you have anything in mind?” You asked.

“There’s a club I like that’s not too far from here,” Osamu said.

“That sounds fun,” you said, smiling. “You’re buying the first round of drinks.”

“Deal,” Osamu said. He stopped abruptly, tugging you into his chest and leaning down. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips.

“You keep saying that like the world’ll end if you don’t,” you teased, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

“Jus’ don’t want ya to forget,” Osamu mumbled. “Gotta remind ya.”

“I think it’s sweet,” you said. You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your lips. “I love you, too.”

You smiled as Osamu handed you a glass.

“One vodka cran for my princess,” he said, sliding into the booth next to you.

“Thank you,” you said. You took a sip of your drink and made a face. “A little light on the cran.”

“Lightweight,” Osamu teased. He tossed back his glass of whiskey and shivered. “Ugh.”

“Lightweight,” you mocked, elbowing his side. You downed your drink. “Dance with me?”

“Of course, anything my princess wants,” Osamu said. He pulled you out of the booth and onto the dance floor.

Osamu’s hands rested on your hips as you ground against him. It wasn’t long before Osamu was turning you around, pulling you against his body as his hips moved to the beat. Your bodies moved together, grinding and bumping against each other as the two of you felt the rhythm.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to face you.

“Ya look like a goddess,” Osamu breathed in your ear. “Every guy in this club has his eyes on ya.”

You let out a shaky moan as Osamu’s hips dragged against yours.

“Come on,” Osamu mumbled, pulling you through the dancing bodies.

Osamu led you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. He sat you on the edge of the sink, lips slotting against yours sloppily.

“Samu,” you said, running your hands up his shirt as he pushed your dress up around your waist. “Wanna feel you.”

“Later, princess,” he said, pushing his jeans down just enough to release his cock. “Gotta be in ya.”

He tugged your panties to the side and pressed the head of his cock flush against your entrance.

“I love ya,” he said, pecking your lips before pushing into you. You let out a high moan as he stretched you.

“Gen-gentle,” you stuttered. “Still sore from earlier.”

“Oh, princess, I got ya,” Osamu said, tip kissing your cervix. He held you tightly against him as he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned softly as you rested your head against his chest.

“Love ya so much, jus’ wanna fill ya with my babies,” Osamu said. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper.

“Love you,” you moaned, kissing his neck. Osamu reached between you and rubbed your clit slowly, in time with his thrusts.

“Not gonna last,” he groaned. The fingers on your clit sped up. “Cream around my cock, princess.”

Your hands clenched in Osamu’s shirt as your stomach tightens. Your thighs trembled as you moaned in his ear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His cock twitched as your walls clamped around him. You came with a soft moan, burying your face in his neck as Osamu filled you with cum.

“Samu,” you whined as he pulled out. A mix of yours and his cum slowly leaked out of your stretched hole.

“Hold on,” Osamu said, kneeling in front of you. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and licked a bold stripe up your cum coated folds.

“Osamu!” You exclaimed, legs twitching as his tongue licked deep into your hole. You moaned as he ate you out like a man starved, slurping up cum and spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to lick deeper.

“Taste so good with my cum leakin’ outta ya,” Osamu moaned. He stood up and kissed you, pushing cum into your waiting mouth. You moaned and swallowed instinctively.

You hummed and kissed him again. “Mmm, thank you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Come on, I’m about ready to get ya outta that dress,” Osamu said, lifting you off the sink. Your legs shook as you stood up, and Osamu wrapped his arm around you to keep you steady.

“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling at him.

“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in your bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back down against his chest.

“We’re supposed to meet the boys in an hour,” you said, struggling to escape Osamu’s iron grip around you. “I need to shower and get my stuff together.”

“Can’t we just cancel?” Osamu asked, holding you tighter. “Just, I wanna spend the day with ya. We can do whatever ya want.”

“Baby, we still have three free days before my mom gets back,” you said. “Let’s just go play this game and then we can come back home and spend the rest of the day in bed.”

Osamu pouted but let you go.

“Thank you,” you said, crawling over him. You pecked his lips before you rolled out of bed. “Come shower with me?”

Osamu was up immediately, following you to your bathroom.

Your shower lasted longer than it should’ve, thanks to Osamu. As soon as the water hit your body, his lips were glued to your skin, his hands on your waist. Before you knew it, you were pressed against the cool, shower wall as he fucked you from behind.

“We’re gonna be late,” you complained as you got dressed.

“Didn’t hear ya complainin’ when ya were cummin’ ‘round my cock, princess,” Osamu said, kissing your head.

You swatted him away, glaring at him.

“You’re insatiable,” you grumbled, tossing a pair of black spandex shorts in your gym bag.

“I’ll show ya insatiable,” he said, hugging you from behind. His hand slipped down the front of your skirt, teasing the edge of your panties as he sucked on your neck.

“Samu, no,” you said, making no move to push him off. You bucked against his hand as his fingers circled your clit.

“Come on, baby,” Osamu mumbled, lips pressed against your skin. “Let me make ya cum one more time.”

You huffed. “Five minutes, then we’re leaving.”

“More than enough.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto exclaimed, hugging you tightly as you walked onto the court.

“Bokkun!” You exclaimed, smiling widely as he spun you around.

“Y/n-chan!” Hinata exclaimed, hugging you as soon as Bokuto sat you down.

“My favourite niece!” Atsumu shouted, running across the court to greet you. Sakusa followed after him, offering you a casual nod as Atsumu hugged you.

“I might as well not even be here,” Osamu said, crossing his arms.

“Osamu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed, throwing himself at the man. Osamu immediately caught him, and tossed him back on his feet.

“Just a hello would’ve been fine,” Osamu said.

You giggled as he walked over to you, gluing himself to your side.

“Let us go change and we can get started,” you said.

“Locker rooms are that way,” Sakusa said, pointing towards the end of the gym. “Hope you don’t mind using the men’s, the women’s is locked up today.”

“It’s fine,” you said, shrugging. You followed Osamu into the locker rooms and changed quickly.

“Hey,” Osamu called before you could walk out. You turned towards him. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips before following you out of the locker rooms.

“Okay, let’s play!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together.

Hinata whooped loudly as he jogged towards you.

“We’re gonna crush them!” He exclaimed. Bokuto high fived you both as Osamu joined Atsumu and Sakusa.

“Let’s warm up first,” you said, smiling.

You stretched out, rolling your shoulders before getting into position. You set a few balls for both boys before Sakusa called for the game to start.

The game lasted five sets, your team winning three of them. After Hinata scored the last point, Bokuto pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you around.

“Aha! Suck it!” You shouted once Bokuto put you down. Atsumu flipped you off, smiling regardless.

“We let you win,” Osamu said, ducking under the net. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a hug.

“Oh, sure,” you said.

“No hugging the enemy!” Atsumu exclaimed. Sakusa slapped him on the back of the head before hugging you quickly.

“You’re good, probably better than Atsumu,” Sakusa said. You smiled widely.

“Thanks,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist. Bokuto and Hinata both gave you a look.

“I have something to tell ya,” Osamu said. You cocked an eyebrow as you looked up at him. “M/n and I are getting a divorce.”

“Finally,” Bokuto groaned. “I couldn’t take her hitting on me every time we saw each other.”

“So, you’re with her daughter now?” Sakusa asked. Your face heated up as Osamu nodded.

“And this isn’t just you trying to get back at her for trying to sleep with us?” Sakusa asked.

“No, I love Y/n,” Osamu said, glancing down at you with a smile.

“And I love you,” you said.

“As sweet as that is, isn’t it a little fast?” Sakusa asked.

“Probably,” you said. “But who cares? My mom’ll probably be remarried by the end of the year.”

“We know the relationship is a little taboo,” Osamu said, “but we just can’t help it.”

“Pay up,” Hinata said, grinning widely as he held his hand out to Bokuto.

“Fuck you,” Bokuto grumbled, handing a bill over to Hinata.

“What exactly did you two bet on?” You asked.

“When you two would get together,” Hinata said. “Bokuto-kun bet it would be the next time you visited.”

“Should’ve known Osamu-kun would move fast,” Bokuto said, hair drooping.

“Atsumu obviously already knew,” Sakusa said. Atsumu smiled widely.

“It’s a twin thing,” he said.

“Shut up, you literally caught us,” you said, shoving the blond twin.

“But it was my twin senses which led me to catching you,” Atsumu said. You rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, lunch?” You asked.

“Baby, you promised,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in bed.

“Promised what?” You asked, stretching your arms out.

“We could spend one of our days in bed,” Osamu said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down.

“One, I never promised that,” you said. “And two, I need to pee. Then I’ll come right back to bed.”

“Fine,” Osamu said, pouting. He released you from his hold. You hopped up and walked to the bathroom. You showered quickly and brushed your teeth before redressing in your pajamas (Osamu’s t-shirt and a pair of his boxers).

“Ya take too long,” Osamu grumbled as you crawled back into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

“I took ten minutes to shower and wash off, sue me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Osamu rolled over, pulling you on top of him. “Why wash off when I’m about to make ya dirty again?”

You laughed. “That was so bad, Samu.”

Osamu pushed your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and teasing your nipples with his fingers.

“Samu,” you moaned, running your hands over his broad chest. “Let me.”

Osamu pulled his hands away from your skin as you leaned down. Your plush lips wrapped around his left nipple, your tongue teasing the cool, metal barbell as you pinched his other nipple with your fingers.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed, lowly. His back arched as your free hand drifted to his half hard dick. You palmed him through his boxers, heart racing as you felt him harden beneath your touch.

You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you to Osamu. You pinched his swollen, spit-covered nipple, drawing out a high pitched moan from him as you switched to the other.

“Baby,” Osamu breathed, tugging your hair as you suckled his nipple. You hummed in response. “Feels good.”

You smiled against his skin as you continued to palm him. You pushed his boxers down, freeing his cock. You pulled away, straddling him.

“Wanna watch you,” you said, running your hands over his soft stomach.

“Watch me what, baby?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips.

“Wanna watch you get off,” you said. “Please, Samu, I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

“Why would I do that when yer right here?” He asked, moving your hips so you ground against his cock.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I wanna know what you look like when you’re getting yourself off. Please, daddy, for me.”

Osamu sighed. “Fine, just for ya, princess.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said, leaning down and kissing him. You moved off of him, watching as he kicked his boxers off.

Osamu wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and let out a shaky breath. He pumped himself once, twice before letting his free hand drift to his puffy nipples.

“Y/n,” he moaned, softly as you leaned back, pushing your hand under the waistband of Osamu’s boxers you were wearing.

“I’m right here, baby,” you said, reaching out with your free hand to touch his shoulder. He relaxed at your touch and pumped his length slowly.

“Doesn’t feel like ya,” Osamu whined as he thumbed his slit. You pressed two fingers against your clit as he gathered precum on his thumb.

“Let me taste,” you said, grabbing his arm. He lifted his hand to your face, letting you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the precum away.

“Just want ya to touch me,” Osamu said as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb.

“After you get yourself off,” you said, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Osamu whined as you let out a soft moan.

“Samu,” you moaned, rubbing your clit. “Let me see you.”

Osamu gripped his cock once again. Precum leaked down the side as he slowly pumped himself.

“Baby, take ‘em off,” he said, tugging at the boxers you were wearing. You pushed them down and spread your legs as Osamu watched you dip your fingers into your wet heat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pinching his nipple and pumping his length faster. His thumb teased the metal barbell as he moaned.

“Samu,” you said, holding your wet fingers up to his face. He groaned at the scent and sucked your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he gently squeezed his balls.

“Please, please, I want you to touch me,” he moaned as you pulled your fingers away. You pushed his hands away and straddled him. His cock slotted neatly in your wet folds as you ground against him. You moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Osamu groaned, intertwining your fingers with his. “Just for me, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Just for you,” you moaned, rolling your hips furiously.

“Let me fuck ya,” he said. “Need to be in yer sweet cunt.”

You shook your head. “Sore from yesterday.”

Osamu’s head fell back with a groan. “And with any luck ya will be sore the rest of yer life.”

“Just- just cockwarming,” you said. Osamu nodded and carefully slid the tip into your wet heat.

“Son ofa bitch,” Osamu swore as your gummy walls clenched around him. He slowly bottomed out as you moaned in his ear.

“Oh,” you moaned as his fat cock stretched and molded your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his. “Feels so good.”

“Takin’ my cock so well,” Osamu breathed. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned back against the headboard, holding you closely. “Good girl.”

Your walls tightened at his praise. You sighed as you rested against Osamu’s chest.

“I want this forever,” you mumbled.

“My cock?”

“You, dummy,” you said, smiling as you looked up at him. “I want you forever.”

“Ya can’t say shit like that,” Osamu said, rolling his hips. “Makes me wanna flip ya over and put yer ankles over my shoulders.”

“Do it,” you challenged. Osamu groaned as he flipped you over.

“Yer askin’ for it, lil girl,” he said, pushing your knees up to your chest. You moaned as he pulled out, only to snap his hips against your ass.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as he split you open over his cock.

“I love ya, baby,” he grunted, grabbing your ankles. You cried out as he spread your legs out. You fisted the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you.

“L-Love you,” you stuttered. His cock hit every spot in you, without trying. The cool metal that teased your walls only added to the stimulation.

“Want ya to squirt all over my cock, baby,” he said, putting one of your legs over his shoulder as he reached down to slap your clit. You squealed as he slapped it again before rubbing two fingers over it.

“S-Samu!” You cried as he pulled out. He grabbed your ankles with one hand and pushed them up, folding you in half.

“Such a cute, lil pussy,” he cooed, rubbing his fingers down your slit. Your walls fluttered around nothing. “She’s just cryin’ fer me.”

“Samu, please,” you cried. Osamu leaned down and spat directly in your hole before shoving three fingers in you.

“Clenchin’ ‘round my fingers like a whore,” he said. “Ya want my cock, baby?”

“Please, please!” You moaned loudly. “Samu, please, I want your cock in me!”

“Oh?” He asked, pressing the head of his cock against your clenching hole. He ran the head through your folds, pausing to tease your swollen clit and fluttering hole.

“Daddy!” You cried. “Daddy, I want it!”

Osamu pushed forward, shoving his cock in your tight core. You moaned as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

“Does my baby feel better with daddy’s cock in her?” Osamu cooed, dropping your legs on his shoulders.

You nodded. “Love daddy’s cock in me,” you moaned.

“I know, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya were made to take my cock. Isn’t that right, princess? Yer just a sweet, lil cocksleeve, meant to take daddy’s cock whenever he wants.”

“‘m jus’ daddy’s cocksleeve,” you moaned. “I was made to take daddy’s cock.”

“Good girl,” Osamu praised, slowly thrusting into you. “Yer gonna be my lil housewife, pregnant with my babies.”

You moaned, unable to speak as Osamu shoved three of his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered. You hollowed your cheeks, tears running down your cheeks as you gagged on his fingers. “Good girl.”

“Wanna be your good, little, housewife,” you moaned as he pulled his fingers away.

“Aw, baby, ya will be,” he said. He reached down to circle your clit. “Cream around my cock, baby.”

“Daddy,” you whined as your stomach tightened. Osamu thrusted into you harder. You cried out as your walls clamped around him, juices gushing.

“There’s my girl,” Osamu said, continuing to thrust into you. You whimpered as his cock twitched inside you.

“Cum in me, daddy, please,” you begged. “Breed me, breed me, I want you to fill me up!”

“Gonna give ya my babies,” he grunted. Osamu moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him, finally milking an orgasm from him. His balls tightened as he filled you up. Cum dripped down your skin as he fucked you through his orgasm.

“Too much, too much,” you whined as Osamu rubbed your clit.

“Just one more,” he said. You whined as he pulled out. Quickly, before his cum could leak out, he pushed his fingers in you.

“Samu!” You whimpered as his thumb rubbed over your overly sensitive clit.

“Come on,” he grunted, rubbing your clit faster. You moaned loudly.

“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You moaned. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as he fingered you.

“Cum in my mouth, princess,” he murmured. Your thighs shook as his tongue pressed against your clit.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as you squirted into his open mouth. A mixture of your juices and his cum dripped onto the sheets and down Osamu’s chin.

“That’s my good girl,” Osamu said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“You’re too much,” you huffed, relaxing into the bed. Osamu smiled at you as he laid next to you.

“Breakfast in bed?” He asked. You shook your head.

“We have to clean these sheets,” you said, glancing down at the wet spot below you.

“But then we can get back in bed, right?” Osamu asked.

You smiled and nodded. “After we eat and wash the sheets, sure. And you need a shower, you smell like sex.”

“Join me?” He asked.

“No funny business, Miya Osamu.”

“Omurice and onion soup for one princess,” Osamu said, setting a plate in front of you. You smiled at the cute, panda-shaped omurice.

“Thank you,” you said. Osamu sat next to you with his own plate.

“I was thinking tomorrow we could go visit the Izanagi shrine,” Osamu said, slurping his soup.

“I’ve never been to the Izanagi shrine,” you said.

“It’s dedicated to Izanagi and Izanami,” Osamu said. You nodded.

“Sounds good,” you said. “Izanami is the goddess of creation and death isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Izanagi was her husband. The moon and sun were born from his eyes.”

“That sounds interesting,” you said. “I’ll go.”

You ate in silence, apart from music playing from the tv in the living room.

“Back to bed?” Osamu asked after washing the dishes. You smiled and nodded.

“Back to bed,” you confirmed. Osamu lifted you easily and pecked your lips as he carried you back to bed. The freshly made bed was quickly ruined as Osamu laid you on your back, gently.

He kissed you softly before kissing down your neck. He made quick work of removing your tank top and sucking your left nipple into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. You moaned softly as he switched then continued to kiss down your stomach.

“Samu,” you said softly, threading your fingers in his hair.

“Jus’ let me take care of ya,” he breathed, running his fingers down your thighs, pulling your underwear down. You sighed as Osamu kissed up your inner thigh, stopping at your pubic area.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Osamu said, running his finger through your folds. “Gonna make ya cum on my tongue, princess.”

“Samu,” you moaned as he licked broadly up your slit. He moved your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his lips around your clit. He alternated between teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.

“One or two?” Osamu asked.

“Two,” you said.

Osamu slowly pushed two fingers in your opening. Your mouth fell open with a low moan as he scissored you open and tongued at your clit.

“Osamu,” you moaned, tugging his hair. Osamu groaned, vibrating against your clit. “Oh?”

You gave another experimental tug, receiving the same response.

“Ya keep pulling my hair and I’m gonna fuck ya without finishing down here,” Osamu said, pulling away from you. You stared him in the eyes and pulled his hair again.

He moaned then glared up at you. “I wanted to treat ya real nice before I fucked ya again.”

“And I just want you in me,” you said. Osamu crawled up your body, hovering over you as he kissed you deeply.

“What my princess wants, she gets,” Osamu said. He kicked off his boxers and flipped you over so that you were on top.

“Want you in my mouth,” you mumbled, staring down at his hard cock. Your mouth was watering as his cock rested against his lower stomach, head swollen and dark pink, leaking precum.

“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked.

“Wanna suck you off,” you said, looking up at him. You scrambled down the mattress before he could say anything, spreading his legs slightly.

“G’head, baby,” he said, putting his hands behind his head as you placed a kitten lick to the leaking tip. You moaned at the salty taste.

You ran your tongue down his length, stopping to tease his balls. Osamu hissed as you sucked one in your mouth, gently running your tongue around it.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu said, reaching down to grab your hair. You pulled back and pumped his cock once, twice, three times before taking the tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you pumped the rest of his length.

“I know ya can take more than that,” Osamu said. You ignored him as your hand came up to play with his balls.

“Leave me alone,” you said, pulling back. “Just let me make you feel good.”

You took the tip back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly, you took more of his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Tears burned at your eyes as you gagged. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips.

“Good girl,” Osamu groaned, pulling your hair gently. You moaned around him, bobbing your head and wrapping your hand around whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand squeezed his balls lightly.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Osamu grunted as his balls tightened in your hand. You pulled back.

“Cum in my mouth,” you said. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. Your tongue swirled around, moaning at the taste of his precum.

“Fuck, fuck,” Osamu swore, pushing your head down his length as he came down your throat. You swallowed most of it before crawling up the bed and meeting Osamu with a messy kiss. Spit and cum ran down your chins as your tongues danced together.

“I love you,” you mumbled, as Osamu wiped your chin clean with a discarded shirt before wiping his own.

“I love you, too, baby.”

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muichiroslover · 3 years

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Heyo could I request a ban x reader

Where ban and y/n first started dating before elaine so when elaine got into the picture she was a little jealous of their relationship and would try and break them up. And so one day ban and y/n got into an argument, the next day y/n and all of her stuff was gone. Elaine thinking it was a perfect time to take ban tries to comfort him but all he can think about is y/n. So eventually he finds y/n and apologizes in which y/n forgives him.

HAPPY ENDINGG

(Srry If its 2 long u don't have to do it if u dont want 2) (also I do not hate elaine xD)

Hi hi!! Yes I love this idea I love me some angst with happy ending 👀 I hope this is to your liking butterscotch!! <33 enjoy (●’◡’●)ﾉ♥︎♥︎

(Sorry it’s a little late ☹︎)

Pairings: Ban x reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and wounds (not bad)

Genre: Angst with happy ending

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You and ban had been a couple for as long as you could remember, at first it was kind of hard to approach him when you guys first met but when you guys had warmed up to each other you guys were absolutely inseparable

You guys did everything together and you were so well known your couple name around towns were “The bandit couple”

As you guys explored the world one night Ban brought up news about this drink that could give you immortality, using the sly line

“Then we can be together forever”

To which you laughed and hit him playfully, but he was entirely serious, you sighed and ended up agreeing to your adventurous boyfriends plan, if it wasn’t real at least you guys would have a fun time

So you guys began your journey to the fairy kings forest, when you guys had finally got to the tree you looked up and groaned

“That’s a huge tree, do we have to climb it?” You ask and he snorts as he already begins getting his hands and legs ready to climb

“You don’t have to, you can wait down here” he says smugly and you glare at the back of his head

“No I’m coming, I might as well see it through” you mutter annoyed to which he laughed

“That’s my girl” he says and you look away in embarrassment, feeling flustered at the comment which almost sent the blue haired man flying off the tree in amusement

As you guys climbed and finally made it to the top a girl, a little one at that looked at you both with a straight face as she puts her hand up and a huge wind blows you guys off

You scream in fear as you get blown far back and far above the ground, Ban grits and teeth and clicks his tongue as he grabs you as you guys start falling and takes the impact

You quickly got off of him and looked at him, tears almost in your eyes

“Oh my god! Ban! Ban I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for you to take the impact! Ban!! Ban-“ you frantically said to the man on the ground who’s eyes were closed

“If you keep calling my name out like that it’d be plain bullying if I didn’t wake up” he groans as he slowly sits up and you quickly hug him to which he chuckles and embraces you back

“Alright let’s try again” he says and your eyes widen slightly

“But ban-“ you begin and he just looks at you with his normal goofy smile you can never turn down, you sigh, deeply may I add and look at him

“Okay..I trust you” you say and he grins even wider as he grabs your hand and stands up as you guys started running towards the tree

The same thing happened a few times, it hurt, a lot but Ban never let you get too injured, always taking the impact of the fall even if you tried to fight with his grip in the air

The last time you guys got up there Ban grabbed his weapon and your eyes widen slightly thinking he was gonna attack the little girl

But he manipulated his staff and instead grabbed the cub with his weapon, You gasped as you two got quickly bounded by trees and the girl took the cup from Bans hand

The girl stands in front of you guys seemingly doing something then she lets us both go, Ban started explaining why you guys wanted immortality and those of such, You didn’t expect him to tell her his whole life’s story but

“Well shes too strong Y/n, let’s just go back” he says smiling at you as he holds out his hand, you smile lightly and nod as you grab it and you both head back down the tree

You guys were camping near the tree those days you were climbing it, you decided you’d stay another week since the fairy kings forest is actually quite pretty and you wanted to explore a bit before leaving since this opportunity may never come again

One night as you laid asleep in your sleeping bag you felt moving, you opened your eyes groggily to see your boyfriend quietly leaving the tent, you thought nothing of it, maybe he was going to pee or he was extra hungry or there was something dangerous nearby

Ignoring it you let yourself fall back into a deep slumber

But as the days and nights continued he kept sneaking out, you started getting suspicious so on the 4th night he snuck out you waited a little bit pretending you were sleeping and after a few minutes you slowly crept out of the tent

You looked around whispering your boyfriends name, this could be a huge misunderstanding after all

You went all around the forest and no sight of Ban

You went back to the tent and looked in, maybe you missed him?? But nope he wasn’t in there

You finally stopped in front of the tree and looked up, remembering the girl that resided there, logically speaking she was older then both of us since fairy’s live longer

“He didn’t” you whisper, you didn’t want to think, no you absolutely were wrong, must be seeing the wrong picture

Your boyfriend of years and hardships is not sneaking out at night to meet up with another girl, no it sounds absurd even thinking about it

‘I’ll just climb and check and I’ll be wrong, I’ll take the wind blow’ you think nodding your head reassuring yourself

You start climbing up the tree as quietly as possible, when you finally made it up and peaked up your mouth fell agape as you saw Ban and the girl chatting and laughing, all close

It surprised you so much that you lost grip on the tree and fell back, you rolled down the tree as if it was a hill, your limbs flying to and fro as you finally hit the bottom

You groaned quietly in pain

“What was that?” Ban says as he stops his conversation with Elaine hearing a soft thump

Elaine looks to the side

“ I didn’t hear anything?” She says and Ban shrugs as they continue to talk

You on the other hand shakily get up as you look at yourself, your arm was bleeding but you don’t know from where, your left ankle was sprained for sure, and your back was killing you it probably had a horrible bruise forming

A tear slipped out as you limped to the tent, you sat down as you grabbed bandages and started cleaning your wounds, the blood was coming from a gash just below your shoulder, probably from a sharp branch

You put a stick in your mouth as you took a deep breath, you grabbed some of Bans alcohol and poured it over the cut, you bit down harshly on the stick but no scream made it through, tears can’t say the same though

You spit out the stick as you breathed hard, every breath of air seeming like you haven’t had oxygen for a while, you take a bandage and wrap it around your arm securely

Usually you would make herbs for wounds and etc, but your hands were shaky, mind a daze and eyes blurry from tears

You wrapped up your sprained ankle and just let your back be in pain because there wasn’t much you could do about the pain back there

You sat silently in the tent waiting for your boyfriend to arrive, he did not arrive till the morning, about an hour and a half before you would usually wake up

When he opened the tent and saw you staring blankly at his empty sleeping bag he went to you and was about to touch your shoulder to ask you what was wrong but you jerked back

He was surprised as you looked at him, your eyes puffy, a huge sign you were crying

“Y/n what-“

“Where were you last night Ban?” You ask and he goes silent

“No in fact where were you the past 4 nights??” You ask and he sighs

“Y/n I just went out to explore and hunt, the foods not gonna come to us-“

You scoff, tears forming up, if he’s lying then is it true that he..

“You’re lying Ban, you’re lying to me” you grit out and he looks at you a little confused but mostly surprised

“What?”

“You were up there in that tree with that girl..” you say dangerously quiet and he sighs his head falling as he realizes he’s been caught and it looks totally wrong too

“Y/n..” he begins and you shake your head

“No no dont Y/n me, why did you lie and why were you sneaking out?!” You shout

“Y/n we were just talking I swear, I lied because I didn’t know how you would react-“

“HOW I WOULD REACT? HOW WOULD YOU REACT IF I WAS SNEAKING OFF LATE AT NIGHT AND MEETING UP WITH SOME GUY BAN?? HUH??!” You ask pushing him back but you wince as the wound near your shoulder moves

Ban notices this then notices the bandage on your arm and ankle

“Y/n what happened?” He asks quickly as he pulls your ankle into his palm to examine it, but you pull it back quickly

“You’re not even answering me, I-I can’t believe this, I can’t.” You say as you lay down in your sleeping bag, you were extremely tired from staying up the whole night already

You laid on the opposite side you usually lay on because of the wound on your other shoulder and thankfully it was the side not facing Ban

You guys didn’t speak for the whole day and when night came you woke up only to see Ban gone

“Y-You’re kidding” you whisper, you quickly get out, you run to the tree as you go up the route you began to remember with your mind at this point

You climbed up skillfully fast ignoring the roaring pain in both your ankle and shoulder, you peaked up and not to your surprise you see Ban and Elaine speaking under the oh so romantic fairy lights

With no sound you climbed back down, you walked to your tent and went in, grabbing your bag you grabbed your herbs, bandages, clothes and canned foods, leaving some for Ban even in your mood

You rolled up your sleeping bag and dig the dirt under as you grabbed your bag of coins, you and Ban always hid your money in case of any intruders, you guys were bandits after all

You take your money and put it in your bag as you get out the tent and leave

Ban returned back in the morning, he had asked Elaine what he should do to fix things and what a girl usually would like in this type of situation, you guys had never fought so bad to the point you didn’t speak the whole entire day

He was scared you were actually done with him, he had a few picked flowers in his hand and he took a deep breath as he opened the tent

But his eyes widen when he sees your stuff gone and your sleeping bag rolled up, he drops the flowers as he looks around frantically

“Y/N?? Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” He yelled, he ran everywhere around the forest looking for you, but you were no where in sight

By the time night fell he still couldn’t find you and it felt like his whole world was collapsing in front of him, he couldn’t think and he couldn’t even yell anymore bc he was sure he lost his voice by how loud and long he was screaming your name

He quickly wiped a tear that rolled down his cheek as he quickly climbed the tree, Elaine looked over at him worriedly

“You didn’t come at our usual time I was worried” she said and looks away blushing slightly

“She left Elaine! She left and I can’t find her anywhere” he says as he falls onto his knees and the tears finally come out

“She left me Elaine I-“ he says hoarsely

Elaine frowns sadly as she goes over and hugs him

“Well Ban...maybe she wasn’t the right one..there’s other people who can make you happy” she says

“Her injuries, she had bandages on her right arm and an injury on her ankle as well! She can get really hurt out there I have to find her” he cried

“Ban she left you, maybe it’s time to move on” Elaine says hintfully and lets go of Ban as she flies to the cup, she gives it to Ban and smiles at him

“Really?” He asks and she nods blushing a bit, he drank it slowly and when Elaine wasn’t looking he poured some inside of a glass bottle

“Ban I like-“ Elaine begins but Ban gets up

“I’m sorry Elaine I think this is the last time you’ll be seeing me, I checked every inch of the forest last night so that means Y/n has left the forest, I’m gonna be leaving as soon as I make it to the tent and get my stuff” he says to the girl who’s face falls in despair

“W-What wait but Ban she-“ she began

“She left? She had a good reason, if I was in her position I’d be upset too I can’t blame her” he says running a hand through his hair

“B-BUT SHE-SHE” Elaine tries to plead but stops when she sees Ban smile at her

“No matter what she did or does, she’s the only one my heart races for, in life or in death Y/n is my one true love so...wherever she goes I’ll chase her” he says and with that he jumps off the tree

Elaine falls to her knees as she watches the spot Ban once stood in, her head falling down as tears fell on to the tree

Ban had gotten to the tent and began packing all his stuff he got his money bag from under his sleeping , though he wonders where you hid yours and leaves

He travels for towns and towns looking for you, he had finally found you but much to his dismay you got captured since you were injured and were in a pretty tight situation as you were on death row

He watched as you and other prison mates were in a yard just doing your own things, you were laying on a bench staring at the sky

“Pssst”

You look up quickly and look around not seeing anyone, you were about to lay back down

“Pssst Y/n!”

You look around again noticing the familiar voice

“I must be going crazy” you mutter as you hold your forehead

“You’re not! Look over here!”

You slowly look to the side of the fence you were near and your eyes slowly landed on a bush, soon blue hair popped up from behind the bush and Ban gave you that grin of his

“Ban!” You say, a smile on your face, but you quickly replace it by a scowl and look away from him

He smiles slightly at that

“Y/n come on look at me” he whispers and you begrudgingly look over at him and he smiles, causing you to get flustered and your scowl to shake trying not to smile

“What are you doing here, you better hurry up and escape before they catch you too” you whisper not looking at him, instead watching the guards

He laughs

“As if I would leave you in a jail cell, come on let’s go” he says and you look at him stupidly

“Let’s go? No thanks death row isn’t that bad” you say coldly and he sighs

“Fine, guess we have to do this the hard way” he says shrugging

“HEY GUARDS” He shouts and your eyes widen as you sit up and block him with your body as the guards and inmates look at you

“UHH YEAH GUARDS, UHM YOUR ZIPPERS DOWN” you say and cringe deeply when the guards both look down and one coughs as he zips up his zipper, the inmates laughing

When everything died down you looked at Ban deadly

“Are you crazy?” You whisper

“Crazy for you”

Your mouth closes as you try to not blush but it’s inevitable as your brows unfurrow and a small smile takes over

“There’s that smile I love” he says and you roll your eyes as you huff slightly

“You better explain, I’m not giving you another chance so don’t you lie to me” you say and he nods quickly like a dog, you can basically see the tail behind him wagging

“Now step back babe, you’re boyfriends here to save you” he says smugly and you roll your eyes as you back up

He takes out his staff and in a swift motion breaks the fence, the guards all look over

“HEY” one shouts and you gasp as Ban quickly scoops you up and starts running

“It’s okay! I’ll take this bandit off your hands!” He shouts amused as he runs, he runs into a forest and does many turns eventually losing the guards who had to return back before any other inmates escaped

He puts you down lightly and you cross your arms to which he snorts

“I can run you know” you say and he shakes his head as he leans down and takes out a jar of green stuff

“They’re not as good as yours but they should do” he says and he gently takes your leg as he pulls up the inmate suit and sees your swollen ankle

“Tch stupid guards didn’t even treat it” he mutters as he takes some of the green cream and slowly and gently rubs it over your ankle

You can’t lie this felt really good but

“The first night I went up to try to plead for the youth drink” he says and you look at him

“The second night I went up to try and bribe for the youth drink”

“The third night I spoke to her, I tried to get to know her so she can see we have no bad intentions but one night wasn’t enough”

“The 4th night she had decent trust in me, so we continued talking”

He sighed as he started wrapping the bandage around your ankle softly, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Ban this gentle

“And the 5th night?” You ask and he looks to the side, you noticed a slight blush

“The 5th night I asked advice on what I should do to make you forgive me..” he mutters and your mouth falls agape slightly, it slowly forms into a small smile

“I’m sorry for not letting you explain..” you say and he shakes his head

“No, I can see how this looked from your perspective” he says as he rolls up your sleeves and switches the old bloodied bandages on your arm

You chuckle softly

“So I guess we can’t be together forever” you say sighing and as he rubs the herb cream on your bruised back he raises his eyebrow and pulls out a glass bottle with pink liquid

“Sorry but you’re not escaping me so easily” he says and you gasp as you grab the bottle and look at it

“This is really it??” You say looking back at him and he nods proudly

You slowly open it and drink it, but you didn’t feel that different

“Did it work?” You ask and he shrugs to which you deadpan

That day you both held hand as you jumped off a cliff, when you landed you guys sat up as you laughed and high fived, it worked

After a few months both you and Ban were caught purposely cause life began to get boring, you both sat in the same cell, after 33 executions you both are still alive in confinement

“I win” you say as you cross an all three X’s on the tic tac toe you made on the dirt in the ground

“You’re cheating” Ban replies and you laugh

Soon the door blows open and you two looked over to see a short man with blonde hair, you both smiled as Meliodas smiled back at you two

“Glad to see you two are still lovebirds”

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btssaysstudy · 3 years

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Salvage - 1 || jjk/kth.

Summary: After your confession, it's safe to say that there was nothing left to salvage between you and Jungkook. However, things start to change when a new hurdler joins the team. Genre: college!au, track!jungkook, track!taehyung, track!reader, angst & fluff Pairing: jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader Warning(s) : unrequited love, alcohol (drinking) mentioned, swearing Chapter Word Count: 3.7k a/n: My first mini series! Let me know what you guys think and the ending depends on your feedback :) taglist: do let me know if you want to be added to the series taglist

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“Wake me up when you’re done.”

“Alright, alright. I’m done.” Your body got up from your seat, but your gaze still glued on your laptop screen and hands on your keyboard. Your roommate groaned, marching her way to pull your hands away from the laptop.

“Yn, it’s a Friday night. Let’s go! Namjoon’s waiting for us downstairs.”

“Yea but,” You sighed, your eyes on your work, “I still have quite a lot of things to do. Maybe I’ll skip this party—“

“Like how you missed Hoseok’s birthday party? I’m sure he’s going to hunt you down later. You still have the weekends to complete your work and you’re already dressed up.”

You knew your roommate was right. You had agreed to go for this party since it was one of Namjoon’s close friends’ birthday. Though you weren’t close to the birthday boy, you were close to Namjoon and his girlfriend, who also happened to be your roommate - Miya.

“Okay, okay.” You quickly saved your work and turned your laptop off. “Let’s go.”

Miya squealed in excitement, linking her arm around yours as she pulled you towards the door. The two of you went down to meet Namjoon who had been patiently waiting for you to get down.

“Sorry for wait.” You gave an apologetic smile. “No worries! We’re still early. Good to miss the first few awkward minutes of the party.” He chuckled as he opened the car door to let you both in.

Miya truly hit jackpot with Namjoon. He was the whole package - athletic, smart and a gentleman. Miya was a great catch herself and you were thankful that she was your roommate.

Miya had been your roommate since freshmen year and ever since, you both always wanted to dorm together. Miya was very caring and gentle yet blunt at the same time. You both were awkward beings when you first met, and you were worried how dorm life would be with a stranger.

Thankfully, Miya, being the straightforward person, immediately went out with setting the ground rules together and suggested for a roommate date to get to know each other.

The rest was practically history.

Miya had been there for many of your significant memories in college - the good and the bad.

She was also there when you met Jungkook.

“Do you have any clubs in mind?”

“Actually, I do. I’m planning to sign up for track.”

Miya gasped and giggled in excitement, “No way, I want to join track too!”

“That’s cool! Shall we head over then?”

The two of you made your way to the track and field booth, sharing about what events you partake in. Miya was a hurdler while you weren’t. Nonetheless, it was pretty amazing to you two that you were both signing up for the track team.

“Hey freshies! Here to sign up?”

The two of you converse with the seniors to learn more about the try-outs and practice sessions.

“Psst,” Miya nudged you as you filled up the sign-up form, “On your left. Isn’t he cute?”

Your gaze turned to see a tall, buff boy, who seemed to be signing up for track as well. “He’s pretty cute.”

“I’m going to say hi. Wait for me.” Miya winked at you before approaching the boy - little did she know at that time that he was going to be her boyfriend.

“See you try-outs!” You smiled at the senior as you handed the form.

Your eyes wandered around the nearby booths as you waited for Miya to come back.

“I’ll just look around.” You mouthed at her when she turned to make eye contact with you.

“Hey! Interested to join Photography club?”

“Freshies! Come join the Badminton club!”

The atmosphere was completely chaotic with seniors shouting at the top of their lungs to promote their club. Slightly disoriented from the ruckus, you had bumped into a stranger.

“I’m so sorry—“

“So sorry about that—“

The two of you took a step back to meet each other’s eyes. “Sorry about that.” The black-haired boy gave a sheepish grin as he rubbed the nape of his neck. “I was kinda too excited to sign up for a club.”

“No worries, it’s my fault as well. I wasn’t looking.”

“All’s good. B-But… Any chance that you happen to know where the track and field club booth is at?”

Your eyes widened slightly in amusement, “Yea I do. I was just about to head back to meet my friend.”

“Oh! Could I follow you there?”

“Sure.”

Your eyes took a quick once-over, it wasn’t hard to notice that his built was athletic, donned in sweats and an oversize black shirt, this guy looked like the poster boy of college dudes.

“My name’s Jungkook. What’s yours?”

“Yn. Did you run track before college?”

“Yep, I do 4x100s.”

“Oh, same here!” You flashed a smile. “Wow, what a coincidence that I’d bump into you huh.” Jungkook chuckled and you did the same. “Must be a sign that we’ll both be teammates.”

“Not a bad sign at all.”

“Yn!” Miya waved her hand wildly amidst the crowd. “I was about to leave the booth to go find you! What booths did you— Oh hi, I’m Miya, you are?”

“Jungkook. Nice to meet you. You must be the friend yn was going back for.”

Miya gave you a subtle look which you chose to ignore that day.

“Jungkook,” Miya grinned, “It’s nice to meet you too!”

“Speaking of the party, yn, you know Jungkook will be there as well, right?”

“Yes, this is the tenth time you’ve told me that.”

“Sorry, just another reminder before we pull up to the party.”

Besides having a ton of workload to do, you also had another reason for having second thoughts.

That reason was Jungkook.

“Thanks for your concern. But it’s been a year, I’m long over it.”

“That’s great to hear, I’m proud of you yn.” Namjoon piped in as he parked the car. “And we,” He placed his hand on Miya’s, “Should trust our friend’s word.”

Miya glanced at you before sighing, “Alright. I do. Now, let’s go greet the birthday boy.”

The three of you left the car and made your way to the party venue. The birthday boy was clearly loaded as the venue was huge. You jaw dropped in awe, “Why is this party so extravagant?”

“Good thing our birthday gifts are more drinks.” Miya nudged you and you laughed, nodding your head.

You were all greeted with blaring music from the stereo and neon lights to add into the ambience. People had already begun drinking and some were busy eating dinner.

“Yn!! I missed you!” A very familiar voice erupted as you spotted a figure rushing towards you.

“Hoseok!” You grinned, extending your arms out for a hug.

“You didn’t come to my party!” He pouted as he pulled away. “But I visited the next day as a surprise!” You defended yourself.

“That’s true… Still feels like forever since I saw you.” Hoseok pulled you back in for a hug.

The four of you made your way to one of open rooms which had been turned into a buffet area. You had helped yourself to the wide array of food and found a table to eat with your friends.

“We have a new hurdler joining us. He’s our batch but he only joined the club this try-out round.” Namjoon filled you in since you were the only non-hurdler in your group.

“Oh, who is it?”

“Kim Taehyung.”

“Wait, Kim Taehyung? Isn’t he from table tennis?”

Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, “Guess he wanted to try something new. I was there during try-outs and he’s a really fast runner.”

—

Since it was a huge party and you weren’t close to the birthday boy, you didn’t need to spend the night entertaining the main character of the night.

To make full use of the amenities at the booked venue, the four of you started playing different rounds of games.

You were paired with Hoseok against Miya and Namjoon. The first round was charades and you lost to them. Hoseok found the game Just Dance and proposed it as the next round.

Jungkook had not been on your mind the entire night as you busied yourself playing games with your friends.

“What else can you do?!” Miya exclaimed, stepping in front to take over Hoseok’s spot.

“More like what else can you not do?! That was amazing!” You pulled Hoseok in for hug, “We’re gonna win this. Get ready to treat us for a meal!”

Namjoon chuckled, “We have to do another game after this. Hoseok basically created the game Just Dance. He followed the moves to easily.”

“Don’t whine, just dance!” Hoseok teased, pulling you back on the couch as you both watched Miya and Namjoon do their round.

“Didn’t want to ruin the mood but… He’s watching.” Hoseok leaned in to whisper in your ear. Your eyes slowly wandered around the venue to spot a familiar figure hanging around a crowd of people.

You both made eye contact and you decided to cast a smile at his direction. In return, you received a quick and small smile before he looked away, completely avoiding your direction.

“That went well.”

“Give him time.”

“Hobi,” you deadpanned, “I’m pretty sure one year is a lot of time.”

Hoseok just shrugged, “I know but… Okay, I have nothing to say to defend him.”

You chuckled, turning your attention back to Miya and Namjoon, “You don’t have to defend him.”

“He’s my close friend too.”

“I know, and I feel bad that you have to split yourself in half every time—“

“No, no,” Hoseok nudged you to get that thought off your mind, “I don’t feel that way. Besides, I met the two of you on separate occasions as well. Please don’t feel guilty about anything.”

You gave him a thankful smile, “Thanks Hobi.”

The Just Dance bet ended with your landslide victory thanks to Hoseok’s hidden dance skills.

Namjoon insisted for another game to even the playing field and Hoseok went out to the backyard to set up the beer pong table. Miya and Namjoon had gone to the kitchen to grab the cups and drinks and you had volunteered to grab more titbits to snack on.

Thanks to your luck, Jungkook had busied himself with filling his plate with snacks as well.

“Hey.”

Jungkook jumped upon heading your voice, quickly steadying the plate on his hand. “H-Hey.”

“How’s the party going?”

You attempted to start a conversation with him as you grabbed a plate yourself. Jungkook awkwardly cleared his throat, “It’s a huge party… H-How about— Are you enjoying it?”

“Yea, there’s tons of things to do. How about you?”

“Yea.” Jungkook fiddled with one of the serving scoops. You pressed your lips in a tight smile, recognising the awkward atmosphere engulfing the both of you.

It hurt you to know Jungkook was still feeling awkward around you. It always reminded you that you had made the wrong choice. That you had ruined everything between the two of you.

“Right, I guess I’ll head off first. See you at practice?”

“Yea… See you around.” Jungkook nodded his head, his gaze locked on the table filled with snacks as you left the area, feeling dejected from your encounter.

“What’s with the long face?” Hoseok asked as you approached your group. You looked up to meet his eyes and he immediately knew, sighing as he pulled you into a comforting hug.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Still feels like it is.”

“Is it just me or am I still hungover from the party?”

You laughed, “You had a whole Sunday to rest.”

Miya sighed as she started doing hip circles. “I know, I must be getting old.”

“You probably are. Anyway, where is Namjoon?”

Just as you had asked, you heard his voice calling you and Miya. The both of you turned to see Namjoon heading over your direction with someone unfamiliar next to him. Namjoon was goofily waving his hands to grab your attention while pointing to the male next to him.

As they got closer, you managed to recognise the person next him. It was Kim Taehyung. He was popular in college because he was very talented at table tennis. It shocked you when Namjoon said he had joined the track team as a hurdler.

“You two must be Miya and Yn. I’m Taehyung.” He stuck out his hand for a handshake.

With a light smile, you reached out to return the handshake. Taehyung had a welcoming aura around him. He had a friendly and approachable vibe. He was tall, athletic, and good looking.

“So, what made you join track?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s our last year in college, wanted to try something different.”

“Hope you like it here.”

Taehyung glanced back at you, casting a boxy grin your way, “I think I will.”

The coach blew their whistle to grab everyone’s attention. Everyone made their way to the centre of the field to start physical training. Training started with light warm-ups before rounds around the track.

While running, Taehyung was happily chatting away with you to get to know you better. “That sucks, so you’re not a hurdler?”

“Nope, I do 4x100s.”

“So, I’ll only get to see you once a week.” Taehyung pouted and you chuckled, “You can see me on other days.”

Track had 3 sessions a week - one combined with everyone and two within your own events. The combined session was physical training for all, hence why you were running rounds with a hurdler by your side.

“I’ll take that up!” He winked at you before speeding up slightly, “Catch me if you can!”

From behind, Jungkook watched you and Taehyung converse with a scowl on his face.

Why were you even talking while jogging? Was Taehyung flirting with you?

He used to be the one disturbing you during these rounds.

Jungkook tried to shrug off the scene of you and Taehyung together, ignoring the bitter feeling growing in his chest.

“Don’t feel bad. You’re sick, I’ll bring up some food for you.” You grabbed your student ID and phone as you insisted that Miya stayed in bed. Casting you a weak smile, she thanked you as you left your dorm to head off to the dining hall.

You lucked out when you saw Jungkook standing at the end of the queue, scrolling through his phone. With a deep breathe in as you made your way to join the queue. “Hey.” You gave a cautious greeting towards his way. Jungkook’s heart jumped, his grip tightening on his phone as he looked up to see you smiling at him.

“Hey.”

Jungkook hated how awkward he felt with you. It never used to be that way. Then again, that was a year ago.

You also never understood why Jungkook was the one avoiding you when you were the one who got rejected.

“Today was fun.” Jungkook gave you a toothy grin, “Yea it was.”

“Definitely my new favourite restaurant. I’m so full!” He playfully patted his stomach and you chuckled, “Looks like I know where to go when you start being grumpy or stressed.”

“That’s easy, you don’t have to take me to that restaurant. I just have to spend time with you and I’m good to go.” He shrugged his shoulders. Your heart fluttered at how nonchalant his words were yet so genuine. You had been thinking about it the entire afternoon, contemplating if it was the right decision. But you knew you had to let it out before it was too late.

“You good?” Jungkook pulled you out from your thoughts. “Mm? Oh yea, I’m good.” Your feet lazily kicked a stone in front of you.

“Hey,” Jungkook stopped walking, gently placing his hand on your arm to turn you around to face him. “You can always tell me something.”

“I know, I’m… I’m just tired that’s all.”

Jungkook pursed his lips together, “How about we head over to my place to watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

You let Jungkook choose the movie for the night as your head was far away. Jungkook nudged you, shimmying his shoulders. That was always his signal when he offered his shoulder for you to rest on. You gave him a small smile as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

Despite loving Marvel, you found yourself not paying a single ounce of attention to the movie. Jungkook seemed to have noticed that as you weren’t bantering with his small comments to the movie.

You were brought back to reality when you noticed the movie was paused.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting up to face Jungkook.

“I was about to ask that.”

“I’m… I’m tired. I think I’ll just head home for the night.”

Jungkook frowned and you had to look away to save yourself from crumbling into pieces.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what’s on your mind?”

You sighed, this was it. You just had to let it out.

“Promise me you won’t hate me?”

“Hate you? Jungkook repeated, “I would never hate you.”

He placed his hand on your knee, encouraging you to continue. “I’ve liked you for a while.” You paused, allowing the words to sink in. You could feel his hand stiffen and you were sure he could hear the loud beating of your heart.

The silence was deafening.

Your confession repeating in both your heads.

As every second dragged on, you started to regret it even more. You had made a terrible mistake and there was no way you could take it back. Life had no re-dos.

“I’m guessing you don’t feel the same way, given the response.” You clicked your tongue together, gathering the courage to look up at him.

Jungkook was lost for words. He would have never expected to hear a confession from you that night. From his closest friend. From his best friend.

Your words left a funny feeling in him that night, but he could not tell whether it was a good or bad feeling.

“Well, don’t worry.” You forced a laugh, “I didn’t expect much anyway. I just wanted to let it out. But I’m guessing I just ruined our friendship.”

“N-No, uh… I just… I just need time to… to absorb all of this.”

You nodded your head, “I understand.” You took it as a cue to get up from the couch, Jungkook’s eyes following your figure. “I’ll see myself out. Sorry for ruining the night.”

“T-Text me when you made it home safely.” Jungkook called out as you headed for the door.

Terrible. Even after ruining your friendship, Jungkook was still looking out for you. You hated how that made you feel. You turned around to face him one more time, a smile plastered on your face.

“Will do. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

It pained Jungkook to see you holding back your tears. If he could have another chance to replay that night. He would’ve stopped you from leaving, he would’ve told you that your friendship wasn’t ruined.

He would’ve done anything he could that night to stop you from leaving his life.

But in reality, he did none of those.

When you texted him that night that you were home, your message was left unread.

You took it as a message to give him time to process everything. A night turned into a day. A day turned into a week. A week turned into a month. A month turned into a year.

It was because of your confession, you both had become strangers once again.

“Yn!”

“Oh, hi Tae!��

Despite using his phone, Jungkook’s attention was on your conversation with Taehyung. You were already calling him ‘Tae’? Since when were you that close with him?

“Namjoon told me Miya’s sick. She alright?”

“Yep, just grabbing food for her so she can take her meds and rest.”

“Need my help?”

“Oh no, all’s good.”

Taehyung nudged you, “It’s alright, you have to get your own food too. I’ve already eaten, I can help carry her food up to your dorm, check up on her as well.”

“Sure, if you’re free, that is.”

“Free for you.” He teased and you laughed, looking away momentarily to see Jungkook who seemed to be invested in his phone.

“Oh, Jungkook! Didn’t recognise you at first. How’ve you been?”

Jungkook looked up to greet Taehyung, “H-Hey, I’ve been well.”

Ever since meeting Taehyung, he got along with your group easily. In fact, he got along with everyone effortlessly. He knew almost everyone in the track team only after 2 weeks. That meant only 2 combined sessions. Somehow along the way, it seemed that he had introduced himself to Jungkook as well.

Taehyung was amazing with people and that was admirable. The more you got to know Taehyung, the more you looked forward to hanging out with him.

“See you next practice!” Taehyung happily patted Jungkook’s shoulders goodbye as you two went off a different direction towards your dorm.

You barely register their conversation as your head was somewhere else, recalling the night you had confessed.

“Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung’s concerned voice made you look up to meet his eyes.

“I’m okay.”

Taehyung frowned, glancing behind to see Jungkook looking at the two of you walking away. Jungkook shook his head, quickly glancing away as Taehyung caught him looking.

“Something to do with Jungkook, perhaps?”

Taehyung was very observant and you knew you couldn’t fool him as well.

“Sort of… We just used to be close but... He’s been avoiding me and I’ve been trying to salvage whatever’s left. But it doesn’t seem to be working.”

Taehyung pursed his lips together, “It’s not fair if only one party is putting in the effort, you know.”

“I know, it’s just that… We used to be close.” You sighed as you stepped into the elevator with him, your gaze on your tray of food.

“Still, it’s not worth salvaging if you’re the only one putting in the effort. I’m sure you’ve done your best. Sometimes, you just can’t force things to happen.”

As the elevator opened to your level, you allowed his words to sink in.

“Miya! We come with food!” Taehyung grinned, bringing the tray to your sick roommate as she thanked the two of you for your help.

Your eyes trailed to Taehyung who was helping Miya grab her medicine and a glass of water.

Maybe Taehyung was right. Maybe it’s time to stop trying.

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Sunshine // Charlie Weasley x Healer! reader

(Not my GIF, credit goes to the creator) Genre: fluff with tiny bit of angst words: 1.7k warnings: cursing, like one sentence of smut (so 16+ please), kissing, idiots being oblivious about their feelings, mentions of second degree burn, mentions of broken ankles etc. Summary: Being in love with your childhood best friend is never easy, no matter how much love there is. A/N: This is gender-neutral fic don't mind the gif also, please keep in mind English is not my first language. If there are any mistakes, please let me know. And also thank you so much again for the 100 followers!! Hope you enjoy the fic

Working at your dream job with your childhood best friend has been the absolute dream. Even though you just started working at the sanctuary recently, you’re already loving it. And how could you not when Charlie Weasley has been nothing but supportive and making sure you’re comfortable with everything. Until very recently, you’ve been working at St. Mungo’s since your apprenticeship ended, when Charlie told you that people at the sanctuary are looking for another healer to work in case something happens with the wizards working there. While it did break your heart to leave your two other best friends, Tonks and Penny, you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to be even closer to Charlie. Everyone around you two knew your feelings for each other, while the two of you kept being oblivious to each other's feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship. Doing this job wasn’t that hard, healing a few burns here and there, twisted ankles etc. Charlie would find excuses to go and see you, even if it wasn’t actually anything wrong with him. You’ve known Charlie since the first year of Hogwarts, when you ran into him on the train. And honestly, seeing him then, you should’ve known you would’ve caught feelings for him. Red hair and blue eyes, freckles all over his face. Who can blame you? Your thoughts have been interrupted when you heard a knock on your office door. ‘’ Come in! ‘’ you yelled as Charlie opened the door. ‘’ Hi sunshine ‘’ he smiled at you. ‘’ Should’ve known it was you. Are you injured, or did you just come to bother me? ‘’ You ask him with a smile on your face.’’ Actually injured. Baby dragon decided to give me attitude by breathing fire on my hand. ‘’ he approaches you and places himself on a bed meant for patients. Taking his hand in yours, you see the very much visible burn marks on his hand. ‘’ It’s only a second degree burn, thankfully, nothing a little of burn-healing paste can’t cure. I’ll apply it and then wrap it up so that it doesn’t accidentally budge or wipe off. In no matter of time, your hand will be as good as knew and ready for another baby dragon or maybe even mother dragon to burn it again. But please don’t actually get burnt again on that hand if possible or anywhere. Molly would throw a fit if she knew how much of your scars and injuries I heal. ‘’ You say as you grab the burn-healing paste and apply it to his hand and finish it off with wrapping a bandage around his hand. Gently tapping his cheek, he sighs and gets up. ‘’ Thank you sunshine, you’re my saviour. ‘’ he exaggerates while kissing your cheek, and he’s on his way out of your office. What you didn’t know is while healing and inspecting his wound, he finally decided he’ll act up on his feelings. But for that, he’ll need help from one person who’s been helping him ignore his feelings for you. Going back to his place, he quickly wrote a note and sent his owl to that person letting them know to come over to his place asap. A couple of hours have passed before he heard knocking on his door. Opening his door, he saw that they were wearing the same outfit they usually did when they were meeting up. ‘’ Sorry it took me a while to come over, I was at work. ‘’ Charlie gulped and let them in. ‘’ It’s no problem, let’s get this over with and honestly this will probably be the last time we meet up like this, Anna… I decided to stop being a coward and acknowledge my feeling for y/n and do something about them. ‘’ he smiled and at his words Anna’s lips stretched into a wide smile. ‘’ Charlie, that’s amazing! I’m happy for you, god, I wish I could do the same about my feelings for Peter. ‘’ her smile faded a bit and a frown replaced it. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her passionately, leading her towards the couch and slowly lowering her down on it while not breaking the kiss. Pulling off the coat, he knew she had only underwear underneath it. Slowly kissing down her neck and gently biting into it, wanting to hear her moans, he knew he pulled out of her every time they meet up like this. Lowering himself and kissing down her chest, sucking on

her sweet skin he’s got so familiar with recently. As he took of her bra, and started sucking on her nipples, the door of his cabin opened, and he swears the time stopped for him when he heard y/n’s voice when they interrupted something. ‘’ Hey Charlie….oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please continue, I’m going to go…’’ before he could even muster up a word, they apparated away somewhere. ‘’ FUCK! ‘’ He yelled as he got off of Anna and helped her get dressed. ‘’ Go find her, you idiot! Don’t just scream and shout! You should go find her and tell her everything. I’ll go home. ‘’ Anna yelled at him Giving Anna a small kiss on the cheek as an apology, he quickly tried to think of a place y/n could’ve gone to. The first thing he did was run to her house and started knocking on their door. When they didn’t answer the door, he went to their office. When he tried to enter it, the door was locked, so he knocked a couple of times before moving on to a different location. He remembered showing her a special spot by the lake, which he accidentally found when he first moved to Romania. Quickly imagining that place in his head, he apparated there, and that’s when he spotted them. Sitting by the lake and throwing small rocks at it. Taking a deep breath, he approached them.

‘’ Hey sunshine. ‘’ at the sound of his voice, they raised their head and looked behind them. ‘’ Charlie, hey…’’ clearing his throat, he slowly approached them. ‘’ Mind if I sit down next to you? Been looking around to find you. Just want to explain something to you and then after that I can leave you alone if that’s what you wish for. ‘’ they nodded their head and gently patted a spot next to them. Charlie sat down. ‘’ Can I just say before you start, I’m sorry for walking in your house without knocking or even letting you know I’ll stop by. Didn’t mean to interrupt you and Anna in your private business.’’ their voice was on the verge of breaking because god-damn did their heart break when they saw Charlie and Anna in the middle of whatever they were doing. ‘’ Oh god no sunshine, you have nothing to apologize for. If anything, it’s me who needs to apologize to you. I am so fucking sorry you saw that. But I need to explain that whole situation and for you to understand it I need you to listen to every word I say. Anna and I were nothing more than just fuck buddies. To just try and forget about all the pain in our hearts that we both felt. We never saw each other as more than occasional fuck buddies who were looking to feel something. Her heart is longing for someone else, and so does mine. Sunshine, I know that what you saw probably hurt you more than you’d like to admit to yourself and to me. God, I wish you didn’t see me and her, but….’’ he stops, taking your hands into his and looking into your eyes. My heart only longs and wishes for you, sunshine. God, I’ve never been more in love with someone more than I am in you. If you’re in love with me too or at least have some romantic feelings for me, it would make me the happiest man in the world. If you wish to stay only friends with me, I completely understand, I promise I won’t let my feelings for you ruin our friendship. You mean way too much to me for me to only ruin it because of some stupid feelings. You’re the most important person in my life. You can say what you wish to say now. ‘’ Charlie was preparing for the worse, but what he didn’t expect is for you to start crying. Noticing the panicking look in his eyes, you quickly reassure him. ‘’ No, no, don’t panic, these are the happy and frustrated tears. Penny and Tonks will be over the moon once I let them know they were right about the two of us all this time. ‘’ A small laugh escapes your lips. ‘’ I’ve been in love with you, Charlie, probably since the moment I first met you on the train. All these times I’ve told myself you only saw me as your best friend, how could you ever see me romantically. But I guess I was wrong. ‘’ you wipe away your tears as Charlie looks at you with so much love in his eyes. ‘’ Oh sunshine, I’ve never been happier to see someone laugh. ‘’ you pull him into a hug, never wanting to let him go. He pulls a little away only to press him lips onto yours. The kiss was never sweeter, wanting to keep kissing you for the rest of his life.

BONUS:

When both Penny and Tonks received a letter from you, they didn’t expect anything unusual. But what they received was the happiest news they’ve been wanting to hear since probably fifth year of Hogwarts. Charlie and you were officially together. Just like you expected, you received one big howler from them. ‘’ CHARLES WEASLEY AND Y/F/N L/N HOW DARE YOU ANNOUNCE THE NEWS WE’VE BEEN WANTING TO HEAR JUST CASUALLY IN THE LETTER. I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU TWO!! ‘’ Penny screamed, but Tonks was only laughing in the background. ‘’ As soon as we can, Penny and I will come over to the Romania and keep telling y/n ‘ I told you so ‘’ because I TOLD YOU SO YOU DUMB IDIOT! ‘’ Tonks yelled, and all you could do was laugh at Charlie’s shocked and kind of terrified face. Penny can be a bit scary when she wanted to be, and he definitely experienced Penny’s wrath back in Hogwarts. ‘’ Well, they seem to like the news. ‘’ you laughed as you pulled Charlie into a kiss.

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