#that awkward moment when your friend decides to explode :

[yprkaz]

[theemporium]

[8.3k] the five times you tried to deny it, and the one time you and quinn gave into the bond pulling you together. (smut included)

based off this. smut included but it's not explicit. i may write a more detailed smut one shot in this universe later.

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The first time you shared a moment with Quinn Hughes, you truly thought you were out-of-your-mind insane. 

You weren’t even five years old when you first met the Hughes family. Your family had just moved, you were new to town and you were just confused why your whole life had to be packed up in boxes (no matter how many times your parents explained it). 

And somewhere between the tears of being unable to find your favourite teddy in the cardboard boxes and not giving in to your parents’ bribes that you now had your very own—and fairly big—room in the new house, you had met Luke Hughes. 

It was indescribable the way the bond between you and the youngest Hughes boy just snapped, but it was the only way to explain it. One day you were moving to a scary, new place and the next you were attached to the hip with an awkward, little boy who you loved like family. 

Where Luke went, you followed.

When you jumped, Luke was right behind you. 

You were a package deal, never one without each other. And it had always been the case. You were best friends. You shared something that went deeper than friendship and blood. You were each other’s person, and there was no doubt about that in anybody’s mind. 

Your family became Luke’s and, in turn, his became yours. Ellen was a strong, empowering figure in your life that felt like a second mother. Jim was kind and encouraging, guiding you through some of your lowest moments. Even Jack felt like an older brother, someone who teased you and taunted you but defended you if anybody else tried to do the same.

But with Quinn, there was nothing. 

For years, you were just his annoying little brother’s annoying little friend. And when you grew up, he was so focused on hockey that your paths rarely crossed, even with the countless amount of time you spent under the Hughes’ roof. You reached high school, he was already off to college. And when you and Luke got into Michigan, Quinn was already settled in Vancouver and playing in the big leagues like he always dreamed of. 

He was by no means an asshole or a dick to you, your relationship with the oldest Hughes brother was just…non-existent. He was just there in your life. He was Luke’s oldest brother than you sometimes saw around, and nothing more. 

You didn’t think that would ever change over time, let alone in the span of one summer.

There was no question that you would join the Hughes family at their lakehouse in the summer the second you finished up with finals. You had decided to spend some time back home with your parents before you joined the boys at the lakehouse, just as the friends started to fly in and it felt like it would be the same as every other summer. 

You were painfully wrong. 

Despite only just arriving, you should have known better than thinking the Hughes brothers were capable of a lazy day. The second your bags were dropped in your designated room (just beside Luke’s at the end of the hallway), they had dragged you out onto the boat and demanded to make up for lost time. 

You laughed until tears were streaming down your cheeks. You ate until you swore you’d explode if you had another bite. You drank until the beers started to make you feel a little buzzed and settled and content. You sat around the dinner table sharing jokes and stories and random thoughts until, one by one, everyone tapped in for the night.

But not you. 

Despite the travelling and the tiring day you had, the exhaustion in your bones wasn’t enough to settle you. You felt restless. You felt wide awake. You didn’t have the heart to lie in your bed and aimlessly stare at the ceiling. So, with the knowledge that Luke was already out like a light with no hope of waking up until the sun rises, you found yourself sitting on one of the chairs outside by the fire pit, the dying embers your only company as you enjoyed the serene silence of the lakehouse. 

At least, they were your only company until he followed you outside. 

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You turned your head to look away from the slowing fire and towards the lakehouse, where you found the eldest Hughes brother walking towards you. He had changed from the clothes he was wearing earlier, the shirt and shorts now replaced with sweatpants and a hoodie. Your lips twitched upwards when you noticed it was a Devils jersey he probably stole from his brothers, and one he probably wouldn’t dare to wear outside the privacy of the lakehouse.

You shook your head before nodding back towards the house. “What about you? Luke’s snores too much to deal with?”

Quinn breathed out a laugh. “We both got the short end of the stick sharing a wall with him.” 

“You can say that again,” you murmured with a snort before you turned to face the fire pit again. “At least it’s peaceful out here.”

“And cold,” Quinn noted. 

“I think that hoodie is keeping you warm enough,” you mused as he closed the distance to the firepit, now standing behind your seat. You almost jumped when you felt him place the blanket over your shoulders, not having even noticed he was holding it when he came out here. 

“I meant for you,” Quinn stated simply before he took the spot next to you, his shoulders brushing against yours as you both sat there, staring at the dying fire. “You’re not even wearing a jacket.”

“Sorry, dad,” you joked, and maybe it was a trick of the light, but you could have sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards. “It’s fine, I was heading back inside anyways.”

His brows furrowed together as you moved to stand up. “You looked quite settled though.”

“Well yeah,” you started, your cheeks burning as you noticed him nodding for you to continue. “I don’t know, I just thought you wanted to sit out here.”

He blinked. “So you were gonna leave?”

“I’ve had my time. I’m not gonna get in the way of your…silent brooding,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders.

He tilted his head to the side before he spoke. “You don’t have to leave. We can…silently brood together.”

This time it was your brows that furrowed together.

“Unless you don’t want to stay out here with me…” Quinn trailed off, a little awkwardly. 

“It’s not that, it’s just—” you started, pausing for a moment before you shrugged again. “We don’t really talk.”

Quinn frowned. “We talk.”

“Quinn, this is the longest conversation we’ve had in six years,” you pointed out to him. He opened his mouth like he was about to counter your statement, but after a few moments it seemed like he realised you were telling the truth. 

“Okay, maybe that’s true, but…it doesn’t have to be anymore,” he said as he patted the spot next to him, the spot you were sitting in a few minutes ago. “I mean, you’re like family”

You hesitated for a short moment before you settled in the spot next to him. It took a few more seconds before you finally had the guts to lift the end of the blanket, offering it to him with a sheepish smile. It took every single part of you burning with hope that it was too dark to notice the way your cheeks burned a little as he happily accepted the blanket and wrapped it around himself too.

“Up until junior year in high school, I thought you hated me,” you confessed, blurting the words out before you had a chance to stop yourself.

“What? Really?” He questioned, somewhat incredulously before he frowned. “What changed?”

“I realised you were just like that with everyone,” you admitted. “You all have your roles. Jack is the hyper-active golden retriever brother. Luke is, like, a black cat. Kinda keeps to himself, but he’s clingy when he trusts you.”

Quinn hummed, his eyes focused on the side of your face. “And me?”

“The grumpy cat,” you said as you turned to look at him, your voice a little breathless as you continued. “You look like you hate everyone, but you probably love the hardest. I’ve seen it with Luke. You act like he annoys you but…you probably love him more than anyone else in the world.”

“Other than you,” he noted.

You grinned a little. “Oh please, we aren’t on the same level. I mean, you can try to compete but you’ll lose.”

Quinn snorted, and it took you by surprise. “Yeah, you and my brother have your weird…psychic thing. I don’t think anyone could compare.” He paused for a few moments before he spoke up again. “You know, he threatened me about you once.”

You let out a noise of disbelief. “What?”

“The bond between you,” Quinn laughed.

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion. “When?”

“It was when you broke your arm when you were like seven years old,” Quinn said. “You were bummed that whole summer.”

“It was meant to be the first year me and Luke could go tubing alone,” you murmured as the memories flashed through your mind. You hated every second a camera was pointed at you and the massive cast on your arm.

“I won this massive bag of sour patch kids at that carnival game and I knew they were your favourites,” he continued. “But Luke threw a tantrum. He cried to Dad that I was trying to steal his best friend, that I was bribing you. He said that if I gave you the bag, he would push me off the boat when Dad was going full speed.”

Your lips parted as you let out a surprised laugh. “Oh wow,” you murmured with a shake of your head. “That bastard robbed me out of a huge bag of sour patch kids.”

Quinn laughed, shaking his head. “That’s all you took from that story? Not the fact that he almost killed me?” 

“Eh,” you shrugged. “You’re here now, aren’t you? But you know what’s not here? The bag of sour patch kids.”

“It was really good,” Quinn mused playfully as you lightly dug an elbow into his ribs. “Ouch. Kidding.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m really not,” he confessed before smiling softly. “I’ll get you another to make up for it.”

You sighed dramatically. “It’s not the same.”

“What? You want me to win it again?” Quinn questioned, though you could hear the amusement in his voice.

You wiggled your eyebrows. “Scared you’ll fail?”

“Absolutely not,” Quinn announced before offering his hand. “Fine. Deal.”

“Deal,” you repeated as you shook his hand.

But neither one of you pulled away. You sat there, huddled under the tartan blanket he had taken from the linen closet on the second floor, staring as you held onto each other’s hand. You could have pulled away. You should have pulled away. But some part of you kind of liked the feeling of his large, warm hand engulfing yours. 

“You sure I won’t steal you away from Luke?” Quinn murmured, his eyes watching your face closely.

You smiled softly. “Depends how big the bag is.”

And he laughed, finally pulling his hand away as he turned his attention back to the firepit, and you were left wondering what the fuck just happened between you and Quinn Hughes.

…

You shared many moments with Quinn Hughes after that night, but the second time it really hit you again, you had no doubt that whatever was happening between you both was definitely a mutual feeling.

It was one of the hottest days of the summer, so it only made sense to take the boat out on the lake. With a backpack full of snacks and suncream, along with a cooler packed to the brim with water and beer bottles, you were set to have a good day. 

Despite the heat, you had been wearing one of Luke’s old UMICH shirts as an overdress as you sat on the boat, pressed against him as Quinn took charge of driving. For reasons that were beyond your own understanding, you hadn’t opened up to your best friend about the growing friendship between you and his brother. You didn’t know why. You knew it wasn’t really a big deal.

But some part of you wanted to keep the bond bubbling between you and Quinn just for yourself, a secret shared between you two.

“Twenty bucks says Trevor tries to do a backflip before Jack,” Luke murmured to you as you both watched the other two boys, already playfully shoving each other. 

“An extra says his heels hit the back of his head when he does it,” you murmured back, your lips twitching when Luke let out a loud, sudden laugh that caught the attention of the other boys.

“Quinn, they are doing it again!” Jack called out.

Luke frowned. “Doing what?”

“Being you,” Jack retorted, causing the youngest Hughes to roll his eyes.

“Stop being jealous, Rowdy,” you teased, flashing him a mocking pout. “Just cause you and Trevor wish you had what we have.” 

“What we have is better,” Trevor insisted. 

You and Luke shared a look before you both replied, “sure, Jan.” 

“God, that is weird,” Cole murmured, sitting on the other side of you and Luke with an oddly curious expression. 

“Wait until you see them move in sync,” Alex grumbled, his nose scrunched up. “It’s creepy.”

“I can’t believe we are on a boat with a bunch of jealous bitches,” you mused to your best friend, who only snorted in response. 

By the time the boat had been anchored and settled, it took less than three seconds before most of the boys were jumping into the lake. Luke had tried to drag you in with him, but you batted his hands away. You should’ve known better than to think he would give up. 

You only had enough time to shriek when Luke lifted you in his arms, not thinking twice before he threw you off the edge before following. By the time you broke through the surface, he was already laughing his ass off with the majority of the other boys. 

“Dick!” You laughed at him. 

“You still love me!” He called back. 

“Unfortunately.” 

You made your way towards the boat, kicking your legs to get you away from Luke as quickly as you could. You reached for the small ladder, your hands gripping the metal as you tried to pull yourself back up onto the boat. 

“Here, let me help.” 

You didn’t get a chance to respond before Quinn’s hands were wrapped around your waist, practically hauling you back onto the boat with ease. Your cheeks burned as you stumbled into him, your hands on his bare chest as you found your footing. 

“Sorry,” you flashed him a sheepish smile. 

But he didn’t look that bothered. “No worries at all.” 

You glanced down at Luke’s shirt you were still wearing when he had thrown you in. It was absolutely soaked, and now laid heavy against your skin as you gently picked at the hem. 

“Asshole,” you muttered under your breath. “I didn’t bring anything else.” 

“I have a hoodie you can borrow,” Quinn muttered out, far too quickly and, for a moment, you wondered if the pink on his cheeks was a blush or sunburn. “If you want.” 

“I—yeah,” you eventually stuttered out. “That would be great.” 

It hasn’t even been purposeful. It just made sense to peel the wet shirt over your head, hoping to wring it out and let it dry in the sun while you swim around for another hour or so. You didn’t even think twice when you wiggled out of it. You didn’t think it was a big deal until you lifted your head and found Quinn staring at you, lips parted and hoodie held aimlessly in his hand as he gaped at you. 

“You good?” You questioned as though your heart wasn’t racing in your chest at his eyes on you. 

“Yeah, no,” Quinn cleared his throat, blinking a few times. “Just…yeah.”

You raised your brows. “Never seen a girl in a bikini before, Hughes?” 

“Never seen you in one,” he corrected, and something about his response caught you off guard. Maybe because you weren’t expecting him to admit it. “You’re gorgeous.” 

You tilted your head to the side. “You sound surprised by that.” 

“What?” His eyes widened slightly. “No! No, I didn’t mean like that—” 

“STOP BEING A CHICKEN AND GET BACK IN HERE!” 

You glanced over your shoulder, your eyes narrowing down at your best friend. “I’m not a chicken!” 

“Prove it then!” Luke called out. 

You turned back around to look at Quinn who hadn’t torn his eyes away from you. He looked like he wanted to say something, maybe even finish what he started a few moments ago before he was interrupted. But in the end, he couldn’t find himself able to say a single word. 

You didn’t turn to look back at him as you raced back into the water, your stomach churning. Maybe it was the curiosity of wanting to know what he was going to say. Maybe it was the surprise that Quinn of all people couldn’t get his words out. Maybe you were still trying to navigate the weird shift in dynamic between you. 

Or maybe it was because Quinn Hughes called you gorgeous and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

But, for what it was worth, you still slid his hoodie over your head when you got out of the water. Even if the shirt was dried by that point. 

And you could’ve sworn you saw him smile when you did. 

…

The third time was undeniable. You felt something for Quinn Hughes, and it was reciprocated. 

It was another sleepless night. Something in the air felt different, like it had shifted. And now you were left alone in the quietness of the lakehouse somewhere in the early hours of the morning.

The days had started to blur into each other, passing in a happy daze as you basked in a summer spent with some of your closest friends. Today had been no different with made-up tournaments of pool and darts, tanning by the lake and drinks shared that put a hefty dent in the supply from the fridge. 

You were buzzed and happy by the time you made your way to the room, finding yourself in Luke’s room before the boy eventually dozed off somewhere between your rambles of who could actively fight a horse-sized duck and the latest season of your favourite show you had been convincing him to watch. You had slid out of his room, heading towards your own room to settle down for the night. 

But that restless feeling returned. 

Instead, your steps lead you down the stairs and into the kitchen. You had propped yourself on the island, a glass of water sat beside you and your eyes focused on the window above the sink. It was quiet. So quiet. And some part of you resented it, that you were the only one awake right now. 

But just like last time, you were quickly disproven of your assumption.

Your head turned when you heard footsteps approaching and, for a second, you thought maybe it was Luke. But the steps didn’t sound heavy enough to be his, and there was nothing in this world that could wake that boy from his slumber. 

You shouldn’t have been surprised to find Quinn standing in the doorway instead. 

He was dressed like he had just crawled out of bed. With grey sweatpants that laid low on his hips and a white shirt that clung onto every crevice and curve of his torso, he stood in the kitchen doorway with bleary eyes and a small frown on his face. 

“Why are you still awake?”

You shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“I’m starting to think you have insomnia or something,” he murmured, running a hand through the messy curls on his head, but it did little to tame them. Your lips twitched at the sight. “Or maybe I’ve just never noticed how shitty your sleep schedule was before.”

“Kick a girl when she’s down,” you mused playfully as you watched him lean against the frame. “Why are you awake right now? You look like you’re seconds from falling asleep.” 

Quinn hummed in agreement. “I’m a light sleeper.”

Your brows furrowed together. “So?”

“So, I heard you thumping down the stairs and into the kitchen,” Quinn said, the corners of his lips lifting when he heard the noise that left your lips.

“Thumping?” You repeated with a scoff.

“Thumping,” he nodded in confirmation before pushing himself off the frame, closing the distance between the kitchen entrance and the kitchen counter you were currently sitting on. “You’re very heavy-footed.”

“I’ll be sure to remember that the next time we skate together,” you grumbled, your eyes glued on the oldest Hughes as he sleepily shuffled towards you. Your legs parted almost instantly as he settled between them, his hands on either side of you as he looked up at you with a slight hazed look on his face. 

“You’d never catch me,” he murmured softly.

“Is that a challenge?” You retorted.

Quinn shook his head as he breathed out his nose. “Do you have to turn everything into a competition?”

“It makes things more fun,” you told him, painfully aware of how close you were. It wasn’t like the boat, there was no one else in the kitchen. Just you, Quinn and the accompanying silence of the lakehouse. You wondered if you should have felt guilty for enjoying it so much. 

“I can think of a million other things that are more fun,” he countered, his head tilting to the side as he lifted his head to look at you.

A beat passed before you replied, “want to show me some?”

You didn’t miss the way his eyes instantly dropped to your lips. You felt something deep in your stomach twist in delight, in satisfaction even. His eyes lingered there for one, two, three seconds before his eyes met yours again. They were darker, a little more awake than they were minutes ago when he shuffled into the kitchen. They made your chest feel tight. 

“I can’t,” he murmured, his voice a little breathless and strained. “You’re Luke’s best friend.”

“And you’re Luke’s brother,” you countered. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I shouldn’t,” he insisted. 

You leaned forward a little, your nose brushing against his. “But do you want to?”

There was a pause. It was brief and barely lasted a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime passed between you both. You sat on the counter, Quinn standing in front of you, and the deafening silence that surrounded you both. It didn’t feel like you were in the kitchen, let alone the lakehouse. You were in your own little bubble, weighing up the consequences of what was about to happen. 

And in that little bubble, every single one of them seemed worth it.

A small noise of surprise left you as Quinn leaned forward, his hands moving to cup the back of your head as he pressed his lips against yours. You melted into his embrace embarrassingly quick, your hands resting on his chest as you found your lips moving against his. It was hesitant and a little off-pace, like both of you were trying to figure out what you were doing.

And then he pulled away, just enough to catch a glimpse of your face but it was short-lasting before your hands were fisting his shirt and pulling him in for another kiss. 

The kisses became more confident, more sure. His hands dropped from the back of your head, gliding down your back and resting on your hips before he was pulling you towards the edge of the counter. You wrapped your legs around his torso, your arms following suit around his neck and, fuck, who knew kissing Quinn Hughes could be so addictive?

“Shit,” you breathed out, your head falling back as his lips trailed along your jaw and down the column of your neck. His beard scratched against your skin, tickling and teasing and your legs tightened around him. “Quinn.”

“Sound pretty when you say my name,” his words vibrated against your skin, his hands tightening their grip. 

“That feels good,” you whined, your body arching into him as his teeth grazed along a sensitive spot on the base of your neck. Your heart was beating against your ribs, the coil in your stomach was tightening as his hands teased the hem of your shirt and the painful realisation that it had been far too long since a guy had touched you made you eager to keep him close.

“Yeah?” You could hear the cockiness in his voice. “I make you feel good, sweetheart?”

“Quinn,” you murmured, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment when he pulled away to look at you.

“Say it,” he said, his fingers squeezing your cheeks together when you tried to turn your head away. 

“You make me feel good,” you whispered, a little breathless.

His chest moved with soft pants, his hooded eyes dropping down to your red, swollen lips. “Do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head.

“Words, baby,” he murmured, his fingers squeezing your cheeks again as you stared at him with wide eyes. “I want you to be sure of what you’re doing.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know I wanna fuck you, Quinn, I’m not some stupid little kid anymore.”

“I never once thought you were,” he said simply, and before you even got the chance to reply, his lips were pressed against your again.

You didn’t remember much about the journey to Quinn’s room. All you knew was that he was strong—really fucking strong—which shouldn’t have surprised you for a professional athlete. But when he had the strength and control to pick you up with ease and walk up to his room on nothing but muscle memory as he made you whine and squirm in his grasp, you had to find it more than a little impressive. 

Your back bounced against the mattress as you pulled him down, eager to feel the weight of him on top of you. You weren’t exactly what you felt for the oldest Hughes brother. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to know.

But in that moment you wanted him. You wanted him on top of you. You wanted him inside of you. You wanted him in a way you had never wanted Quinn Hughes in your life, and maybe if you weren’t so lost in your own desperation to feel his skin against yours, it would have freaked you out. 

But right now, your focus was on him. 

Your clothes laid abandoned in a pile on his bedroom floor, right beside his sweatpants and shirt. His hands were all over you, touching you and stroking you and holding you. His lips trailed over your bare skin, desperate to kiss every fucking inch like his life depended on it. 

And when you felt his curls tickling your skin, his beard scratching against your inner thighs and his nose nudging against your sensitive clit, your need to feel him inside you was almost unbearable. 

“Please,” you cried out, your fists clenching the navy bed sheets beneath you as you squirmed under his grasp. “Quinn, I need—”

“I know what you need, honey,” he murmured, his lips and chin still wet with your arousal as he trailed kisses up your stomach and between your tits before his lips claimed yours. “Gonna give you what you want.” 

The noises you let out were muffled by his lips against yours, his tongue teasing along your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth. Whispered pants and soft praises were shared between heavy kisses as Quinn ripped open the foil, his forehead pressed against yours as he whispered how good you were doing before he finally bottomed out inside of you. 

Your experience with men in bed wasn’t large or extensive, but no one had ever treated you the way Quinn Hughes did. He was generous and caring. He was attentive and passionate. He was bigger than anyone you had ever slept with before. And even in the quiet hours of the lakehouse and the slow roll of his hips, he had you pressing your face into the pillows to muffle the noises you were making. 

And much to your surprise, he held you against his chest when it was all over, rather than letting you slide out of bed and awkwardly scramble to leave the room. 

“Quinn,” you started, your head tucked under his chin as his fingers trailed along your bare back.

“Yeah?” 

“What are we doing?” 

Quinn didn’t say anything for a few moments. “We’re just having fun,” he said eventually as his arms tightened around you. “Let’s just enjoy it, yeah? Don’t think about it too much.”

So, you didn’t. You just kept the million and one questions you had to yourself and enjoyed the feeling of falling asleep in the arms of Quinn Hughes.

…

The fourth time wasn’t even purposeful, it was more like chance—like fate.

The storm had taken you all by surprise. It was by no means a large storm, or particularly concerning. But it left the lake unassailable and most of the roads to the nearest town at risk of being flooded. 

The weather warnings had been going off for the last twenty four hours. You could feel the storm approaching, you could feel it in the sticky, humid air that clung onto your skin like a second layer. The little sundress you had been wearing was doing little to combat the heat, especially with the additional fact that you were pretty sure the AC stopped working a few hours ago and the fans the boys had set up around the house were doing nothing but blowing hot air at you.

What wasn’t surprising was the lack of concern for the storm. It would pass in a few days, and none of the boys seemed particularly on edge at the fact the roads would be closed and they would essentially be trapped in the lakehouse for the next week or so.

Nobody but Quinn.

“I’m heading out to the store to stock up for the storm,” he announced as he entered the living room where the rest of the group had been sprawled over the couches, their attention focused on the tv screen displaying the video game they were currently playing. “Any of your assholes wanna help?”

Silence.

Quinn sighed loudly. “Should have seen that one coming.”

“I’ll join,” you said, not thinking twice as you stood up from your spot on the loveseat you were sharing with Luke. 

The boy’s attention perked up the second you stood up, his brows furrowed together as he watched you saunter towards his brother. “You’re willingly going to the store with Quinn?”

You paused, your brows furrowed together. “Yeah?”

“It’s over an hour away,” Luke said as you continued to stare blankly at you. “He’s going to bore you to death! He doesn't talk!”

Quinn scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Geez, thanks.”

“I’ll survive,” you assured him, ruffling his hair as you walked past him and towards the front door. “Plus, I’ll talk enough for the both of us.” 

You felt like your heart was in your throat as you slipped your shoes on, waiting to hear the sound of Luke following you to the door. You expected to see him running towards you and Quinn, a frown on his lips as he muttered about coming to help because he would feel bad otherwise. 

You tried not to think about how badly you didn’t want him to do that.

“We are leaving now!” 

“Bye!” Jack called out from the living room. 

“You sure you don’t wanna come?”

“Not a chance!” Luke called out this time. 

You could barely bite back your grin as you quickly rushed out the house, making your way to the passenger side of Quinn’s truck. He didn’t say a word as he settled into the driver’s seat, key in the ignition and engine roaring to life as he reversed out the driveway and started the hour commute to the nearest grocery store. 

“Okay, spill.” 

You turned your head to face the boy, your eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion. “Spill what?”

“What twin telepathy, voodoo magic you pulled back there,” Quinn said with a small snort of laughter. “The dude has been attached to your hip since you both were five. There was no way he just chose to stay back.”

“Maybe he’s finally getting sick of me after all these years,” you teased.

“Yeah, and I heard pigs were flying too,” he deadpanned. 

You grinned. “Is there a reason you want to get me alone, Mr Hughes?” 

His lips twitched upwards as he cast you a look. “I think it’s the same reason you were begging me to not stop last night in the—”

“Shut up!” Your cheeks burned, though you couldn’t help but laugh a little when he did too. 

The journey to the store went smoothly. Despite Quinn’s insistence that he didn’t speed, you reached the grocery store in the next town over less than forty minutes after you left. You each took a trolley before ransacking the aisles, filling both carts up to the brim until you had enough to supply you through the zombie apocalypse. 

Quinn swiped his card and you packed the groceries into the back of the truck. 

And then, the rain started. 

“Shit,” Quinn murmured, a frown on his face as he ducked his head down to watch the rain heavily pour down. “They said it wasn’t gonna start up until tonight.” 

“Do you think we’ll be able to get back fine?” You asked, listening to the rain patter against the roof of the truck. “Maybe it will ease up.” 

Quinn raised his brows. “It’s the start of the storm. It’s only gonna get worse.” 

“You scared of a little rain?” You teased, gently nudging your elbow against his. 

“It’s just stupid,” Quinn said with a shrug. “It’s a nuisance.” 

“It’s fun if you let it be,” you retorted. 

Quinn turned to face you in his seat, a look of amusement on his face as he leaned against the console. “Sweetheart, I think you’ve been around Luke too long. The brain cells are starting diminish as we speak—”

“Fuck off,” you laughed with a shake of your head. “See, this is what I mean. You’re the grumpy cat.” 

“And what about me is so grumpy cat right now?” Quinn questioned. 

“You’re a rain buzzkiller,” you stated simply.

Quinn tried to fight the grin growing on his face. “And what would someone who’s not a rain buzzkiller be like?” 

He waited for your reply. He waited for you to come back with some witty retort that would piss him off and thrill him all at once. He waited for you to say something that made him want to roll his eyes and kiss you all at once. 

He waited, but instead he saw your hand reaching for the door handle and his eyes widened in realisation. 

“Baby—” 

But you were already jumping out of the car. 

It was just instinctive for him to jump out and follow. He was soaked in seconds, the rain still heavy and unforgiving and it almost made it difficult to see you, despite only being a few feet in front of him. He opened his mouth, ready to yell at you for being so reckless and to get back into the car, only to stop short when he heard you laugh. 

“Come on, Huggy!” You called out to the boy, your arms extended out to the side as you tilted your head back up to the rain. “Don’t be a buzzkill!”

“You’re insane!” He called back.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you laughed as you reached out for him. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging!”

“We are going to get sick!” 

“Oh well!” You laughed, palm facing the sky as you grinned at him through the heavy rain. 

Quinn stared at you, a noise of disbelief leaving his own mouth as he took your hand and let you tug him towards you. Your arms seamlessly wrapped around his neck, just as his hands fell to your waist. And as much as he tried, he couldn’t fight the smile that grew on his face as you both began to sway back and forth in the rain.

“Isn’t this fun?” 

Quinn shook his head, not bothering to answer as he dipped his head down to press his lips against yours. Your arms tightened around him, a small moan leaving your lips as he pressed your body against his own. You were both soaked to the bone, clothes clinging onto you but that was the least of your concerns. 

“I’m taking that as a yes,” you murmured against his lips.

“You take it as whatever you want, baby,” he murmured back before he leaned down for another kiss. 

The upcoming storm and truck full of groceries were the last thing on your mind when you were kissing Quinn Hughes in the rain. 

…

The fifth time hurt like a bitch.

There was no sugar-coating. There was no exaggerations. There were no molehills made into mountains. 

It just fucking hurt and there was no way for you to get around that. 

After the storm had gone and passed, the group were eager to get back out into the world they were cut off from for the week. It had been Trevor’s idea to have a night out in the next town over. To have an excuse to dress up and head to one of the bars, enjoy the vibe of live music and chatty bartenders and friendly locals. 

And that was exactly what you all had done.

You dressed up. You booked the taxis to the bar. You did a round of shots. You made friends with strangers. You danced and laughed and sang along with the band playing on the small, makeshift stage. You ordered fruity cocktails that you missed during your stay at the lakehouse. You were having fun.

And then you saw it.

Logically, you knew you didn’t have any reason to really be pissed. He wasn’t your boyfriend. You weren’t his girlfriend. There had never really been a talk of exclusivity, but you thought that much had been obvious since you had spent most of your time at the lakehouse. There were no labels, no promises, no rules. You knew that. Of course you fucking knew that.

But it didn’t make the sight hurt any less. 

Quinn was leaning against the bar, a wide smile painted on his face as he chatted away to some blonde girl who was all but saddled up next to his side. He was laughing and talking animatedly and just…it hurt. 

It hurt because it reminded you that you were in no place to feel hurt. It hurt because you realised nobody else would understand the bitter feelings bubbling in the pit of your stomach. It hurt because the summer had shown you a new side of Quinn Hughes, and now you had lost him before you had even really had him. 

“Hey, you good?” Trevor questioned as he threw his arm over you, bringing you close to his side. 

“Hm? Yeah, just…think I drank too much,” you said as you dismissively waved your hand. You tore your eyes away from where Quinn stood at the bar and smiled softly up at the blond. “I think I might head back. I’m not feeling it anymore.”

“You sure?” Trevor frowned. “We can get you some water or—”

“I think I just need my bed,” you smiled sheepishly. “It’s fine. I can go by myself.”

“Absolutely not,” Trevor scoffed before his head darted up, his eyes narrowing as he tried to glance around the bar for someone in particular. “Where the fuck is Baby Hughes?” 

“Trevor—” You started, but the boy wasn’t having it.

“Huggy! Have you seen your little brother anywhere?” Trevor called out to the oldest Hughes, and you wanted the world to swallow you whole right there and then.

Quinn looked at you and then Trevor. His eyes glanced at the arm still comfortably wrapped around your shoulder, the way you were tucked into his side. For a moment, you thought he was jealous. 

“No, why?” He asked, his face remaining mostly blank. “Is something wrong?”

“Lady Hughes wants to head back to the lakehouse,” Trevor informed him.

Your nose scrunched up. “Lady Hughes?” 

“You’re a lady and basically a Hughes,” he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. “It works.”

You snorted.

“Are you okay?” Quinn asked, stepping away from the blonde at the bar as his eyes glanced over you.

“Peachy,” you replied with a strained smile that only made his concern grow. “Look, it’s fine. I’m gonna order an uber and head back to the house. I’ll be fine.”

It should have been fine. You messaged Luke that you were heading back early. You had ordered an uber and Trevor insisted that he would wait outside with you until it arrived. It should have been fine. 

Except the boy had the bladder of a squirrel when he was drunk and was running back inside to go to the bathroom, promising he would be quick, and giving the oldest Hughes brother an opening to step outside the bar with you. 

Alone.

“What’s really wrong? You hardly drank anything,” Quinn said, his arms crossed over his chest and his worry evident in his voice. And something about it just pissed you off more. Something about his concern for you just made the sight of the blonde under his arm sting a little more, like salt in the wound.

“I’m just not feeling it, okay?” Your response was snappy, and maybe if you weren’t two shots and a cocktail down, you would have felt bad. 

“Woah,” Quinn scoffed and shook his head. “Sorry for caring.” 

And then the word vomit really started. “Do you really care?” 

The defenceman frowned. “What?” 

“Do you really care, Quinn? Because it didn’t look like you cared about much inside there other than the blonde you have been chatting up all night,” you commented coldly.

Quinn stared at you in disbelief. “Is this what this is about? You’re going back to the house because you’re jealous I’m not paying attention to you all night?”

You scoffed. “Oh wow.” 

“Am I wrong?” He snapped back at you.

“Yes! Deeply so,” you gritted through clenched teeth, and you hated the way your eyes watered with tears of frustration. You didn’t want to cry, and certainly not in front of him. “I just thought—”

“You thought what?” Quinn questioned, his hands now resting on his hips.

“I thought what we had was worth a little more,” you eventually spat out, with every ounce of self-control working to keep your voice from sounding too shaky. “That maybe you’d have a little more decency than to just flirt with some girl right in front of me.”

“We aren’t dating,” was his only response. 

“Yeah, I know,” you replied bitterly as the car you ordered pulled up beside you. You reached for the handle, already hating yourself a little more when you felt a tear run down your cheek. “I just made the mistake of thinking you were a decent fucking human though.”

He called out your name but you didn’t give him a chance to respond as you slid into the backseat of the uber car, slamming the car door shut and letting the tears fall as the driver pulled away from the sidewalk where Quinn still stood.

…

The one time you two acknowledged the mess between you was the start of a new chapter in your life, the start of Quinn Hughes playing a predominant and recurring role for the first time ever.

It was the following day after the night at the bar. The boys had returned somewhere after three in the morning, after the bar had presumably closed and they had been kicked out. You heard them coming in, heard their drunken giggles and horribly loud hushed voices. But you didn’t have the energy to do anything but lay in bed and listen as they all scrambled off to their own rooms.

Your sleep had been shit. Your thoughts had been running wild. And by the time the first rays of light were starting to peek through your curtains, you dragged yourself out of bed and downstairs to the kitchen. You found the biggest mug you could find, filled it to the brim with coffee and made your way to the pier outside. 

It had been quiet, serene even. The sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, painting the sky in different shades of orange, pink and blue. The birds were chirping, the wind was breezing in the early morning chill and it should have been perfect. 

But it wasn’t. 

It shouldn’t have surprised you that he followed you out to the pier. Quinn Hughes seemed to have a nab for knowing when you wanted to break the serenity and silence of a moment. 

You didn’t say a word to him, you didn’t even turn to look at him as he settled in the spot next to you and stared at calm water in front of you. You stayed locked in the silence, letting the sounds of branches rustling and distant boat motors accompany the quietness between you. 

It made you want to scream.

And then, he spoke. 

“Nothing happened between me and the blonde.” 

You didn’t say anything, but it seemed like Quinn wasn’t waiting to hear your response. Instead, he continued talking. He sounded frazzled, like the words were pouring out of his mouth and he couldn’t stop them.

“It wasn’t—” he paused, shaking his head. “It couldn’t even be like that even if I wanted it to. You asked if I cared yesterday, but do you wanna know the truth?” 

You remained silent. 

“The truth is that ever since the night at the fire pit, you’ve been stuck in my head. You’ve been stuck in my head and no matter what I do, I can’t fucking seem to make it stop.” He let out a dry, humourless laugh. “You’re my baby brother’s best friend. I shouldn’t be fucking thinking about you like that.”

Quinn shook his head. “But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop watching you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And then I kissed you, and I knew I was fucked. Absolutely fucked because now I wanted the one thing I shouldn’t be allowed to have, so I fucking panicked and told you it was nothing because if I told you, then maybe I could trick myself too.” 

You finally turned your head to look at the boy, the conflict and doubts clear in your eyes but Quinn seemed to have a knack at reading you better than most people. 

“Baby, I couldn’t stop caring about you even if I tried,” he whispered, his voice cracking a little as he flashed you a sad smile. “We aren’t dating. We never were. But maybe it just scared me how much I…wouldn’t mind if we were, or we had, or—” He shook his head. “I was a dickhead yesterday and I’m sorry.”

“You were,” you said and something in his chest eased from just hearing your voice. “But I was a bit of a brat too. I should have—”

“We were both idiots,” Quinn murmured before laughing softly. “Like, really fucking dumb. But I know I care about you. And not just in a ‘we are sleeping together’ kind of way. I care about you more than that.” 

You wanted to say you felt the same way. You wanted to tell him the way your stomach flipped whenever he touched you. You wanted to tell him the way your heart stuttered when he smiled at you. You wanted to tell him you were addicted to his touch and obsessed with his kisses. 

But all that came out was, “what about Luke?”

Quinn’s brows furrowed together slightly in thought. “We don’t have to tell him. Not yet, at least.” He said, hesitating for a short moment before he extended his hand out to you, palm facing the sky. “How about we just try us for a little bit?”

Your lips twitched upwards. “And what is us?” 

“Whatever you want it to be,” he assured you. “Call me whatever you want, baby. Your boyfriend, your boy toy, your sugar daddy—” He laughed when you playfully shoved him. “I mean it.” 

“Boyfriend has a nice ring to it,” you admitted in a shy voice, your eyes on the water below your feet.

Quinn grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you grinned back as you finally turned to look at him. You glanced down at his hand before taking it, intertwining your fingers together and squeezing softly. “I want to try us.”

“Then we’ll try us,” he murmured before leaning forward to capture your lips against his. 

And somewhere, deep down inside you, you knew it was wrong to keep it hidden from Luke. He was your best friend. He was your person. He was Quinn’s brother. He deserved to know. 

But maybe you also deserved to keep a secret or two from Luke. Maybe he didn’t have to know every single detail about your life. Maybe you deserved to have some fun.

Maybe you deserved to give Quinn Hughes a standing chance, just you and him and whatever the fuck ‘us’ would lead to.

.

[itsbecomeblue]

glue 002 ellie williams imagine

don't dare forget about palestine

sinopse: you might have a crush on your friend, college!au

cw: swearing, basically fluff, ellie plays soccer, puppy love again because that's my thing, slightly nerdy loser!ellie, reader and ellie are oblivious, not explicit if reader is fem or masc, not exactly proofread.

you had been up all morning, not up really, awake. it was 11:43 when you actually got up, sick to your core. niyah had checked on you before she left for her classes, leaving you some cash for lunch, it's not like you didn't have any but niyah just felt like a mom sometimes. she also gave you a forehead kiss.

you rubbed your eyes while your other hand hugged your aching stomach. you grabbed your phone and squinted at the brightness of the screen.

“shit fuck.” you hissed, boy did your head hurt. you had suspicions that ellie had made so much nervousness pile up in you that it was threatening to explode your head and your poor stomach.

you had always been a little… anxious and got nervous when you hung out with new people, especially without your best friends. they were your safe space, you smiled sweetly thinkin about them, so you read over the texts on your group chat ‘take ur meds’. never the instagram one, because it's just your friend luana spamming instagram reels.

you laughed at your phone, turning it off just to wait for your friends to show up, you knew they would. you grabbed a piece of fruit and sat down again.

you grabbed your little notebook where you did all of your journaling, you always read some pieces before actually writing in it, so you did that. ‘ellie’ this ‘ellie’ that, from just last night before you got sick. but maybe you had already been sick from the moment she stepped into the room.

sick in your stomach, crippling nervousness. you and ellie hung out so much 1 on 1, so you assumed that's what happens when two anxious people get together to talk alone, even though you had known each other for a while now. you didn't give it much thought, well maybe you did. you wrote in pink ink...

‘she's so cute’ ummm late night thoughts were so funny to read over, right? just hilarious. ‘ellie williams #8’ adorned with stars and hearts? you were already sick last night, for sure!

on the other side of campus, ellie was at class but her mind was on the same side of campus as yours. ellie was very much in tune with her feelings for you, she'd say. ‘we're so awkward, we need to get closer!’ that's all you two needed, right? just that. she sighted, you looked at her adorned name in your notebook, she imagined your face adorned with flowers and asteroids?

she needs to pay attention in class! she'll think about you later, she wants to text you but she'll see you at lunch anyways so she decides against the text. ellie tried her best to focus on her boring class, impatiently waiting to see you again.

abby had texted you a few to let you know she was coming over, she was your childhood friend, inseparable at that. caring and loving, gentle giant abigail anderson. she was now on your carpet in front of you bed.

“so, did you take your meds?” she laughed, abby was a med student and definitely a good one but damn her she didn't know shit about pharmacy.

they might’ve teached her some of it, but this girl had very selective memory, it's not like you know what they teach at med school anyway. but you still thought she should cure you everytime you got sick, all your other friends agreed too.

“yep, i looked it up. turns out my friend being in med school doesn't serve me anything.” you stretched my leg to touch her with your feet and she gave you a disgusted look.

“you're such a bitch to me, i came to see you, sick girl.” she grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you with no force.

“abbyyy!” you laughed and tried yanking your feet back and she used more of her strength. she laughed with you and you felt less sick.

you two kept it up until you were falling off your bed onto her, she grabbed your torso, manhandling you so you looked at her. she looked mischievous, she had something up her sleeve.

“how's our favorite soccer star?” she smirks and you look scared, head jumping up and hitting hers. “hey! ouch lil girl…”

she soothed her head before soothing yours, with harsh pats... you weren't sure if she was soothing you or actively making it worse. you both laughed again, what the hell was wrong with you? you had slipped out of her thighs and sat on the carpet, right next to her.

“she's…” you coughed. “she's alright, i saw her yesterday.” you nodded to yourself and abby nodded back.

“right… right…” abby stared at you, smirk still in her lips, waiting for something.

you thought of what she might’ve wanted you to say. you used your brain so much that you realized something, eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed.

"what? you look like you developed your first thought.” she chuckled and you looked frightened.

“i forgot to tell her i'm sick.” you searched for your phone around the carpet and the bed.

“why would you have to tell her?” abby leaned back, watching you look for you phone.

"you know, even if she was a nurse in your wet dream, i don't think she can help.” she added when you ignored her.

“abby.” you actually slapped her nape and she hissed. “we were supposed to have lunch together, i don't wanna be rude and leave her hanging.”

“oooohh you're bailing her on your lunch date.” abby loved pressing your buttons and she knew which ones to press.

“yeah, our date at the campus cafeteria, abigail.” you found your phone under a pillow, one that you were sure you checked before. whatever, you texted ellie.

“abigail is crazyyy…” abby got up and peeped your phone from behind and you pushed her face, the fat on her cheek smushed. “sweetness, let me see.”

abby had a big sweet tooth growing so when you became friends, her dad started calling you tooth and sweetness, since she could never get enough of you. she clinged to it even now, when she was being nice but really often when she pissed you off.

“fine, tooth.” you caressed the cheek you had pushed. she laughed and playfully bit your shoulder as you turned off your phone.

“it's fine, y/n. she'll understand, of course.” abby slurred, you turned to her.

“yeah, i know. i wanted to see her though.” you rubbed your nose sitting on the carpet again, followed by abby.

“you'll see her soon, it's alright.” she patted your head and you looked at her blankly. “what? don't wanna see me too?” she pushed you head and snickered.

“i do, stop abby!” you laughed, pushing her back.

“you gotta crush and now you're gonna abandon me and lua.” she shook her head. “you won't abandon niyah because you live with her, but who knows! you might move in with ellie.”

“what are you even talking about?” you chuckled at her while she tried to maintain a serious face. “i'm not abandoning anyone.”

"AHA! so you do have a crush on ellie, lil girl…” she laughed loud, slapping her knee, now it was your turn to maintain a serious face while she laughed.

“first, you’re not funny. second, i don't have a crush on anyone.” she arched her eyebrow you held her temples, pressing her eyebrows back to their place. “stop, i don't”.

“be for real with me, pookie wookie.” you cringed hard with her.

“you can leave.” you both laughed so loud until she stopped and tapped your lap. “but she makes me nervous.”

“i know she does, might be something, don't you think?”

“mmm, i don't think so, we're both pretty anxious people so…” you shrugged and abby did too, she'd never pry.

“you might be right, time will tell.” she casually says as gets up. “you wanna order some? “i'm hungry.” you nod and she takes her phone out.

ellie on the other hand, is frowning at your texts, she's upset she won’t see you and she's upset you're sick. she immediately texted her friends dina and jesse about it, asking to have lunch with them instead.

she'd waited for them to meet up with her on campus, holding her phone. she wanted to text you again, but you probably needed rest so she opted out to spam texting cat, who wouldn't reply to the groupchat texts. cat was a fucking ghost most of the times, even when they dated... girl gets busy. when dina and jesse finally got there they walked together.

“y/n bailed on you, damn.” jesse shook his head ironically and dina rolled her eyes.

“shut up, jesse.” dina tickled his ear and smirked. they were walking towards the local subway.

“yeah shut up, she's sick dude.” ellie replied, with little to no humor.

her friends noticed. her hands were in her jeans pockets and she was looking down, jesse and dina knew her all to well to know she was even just slightly upset. childhood friends are like that, you'd know. abby was exactly like that with you.

“what's wrong?” jesse asked, palming her shoulder. dina stopped walking but ellie kept going, making them get back to walking too.

“nothin’. it's dumb, i just miss y/n or whatever.” ellie slurred, looking at her sneakers. jesse and dina chucked and she snickered.

“okay, okay. my bad.” jesse looked sternly at dina so she'd stop laughing. “you had plans?”

“actually yeah, i was gonna invite her to see me play saturday.” she looked up.

“it's wednesday, man. you can ask her later.” jesse started. “right?” he looked for ellie's eyes.

“as in a date?” dina asked, not afraid to. ellie was always open with them, she wasn't embarrassed by her feelings even though sometimes she was confused.

“nah, not a date. and yes i can ask later, but i get nervous and… i dunno.” she held her fingers as she sighed.

“just say it, els.” dina chuckled, jesse and ellie chuckled back.

“yeah, alright. i want her to see me play but i get nervous to ask and i thought i’d do it today.” ellie laughed at herself. dina and jesse nodded, they understood her.

“it's alright, you will ask. don't worry, she's gonna be thrilled.” jesse slapped ellie's back and dina looked at him in disgust.

"thrilled" dina mocked jesse, holding her fingers up as quotes.

they all busted out laughing as they got closer to the subways shop, talking about the saturday game, but never distracted ellie from the thoughts of you.

taglist: @mikellie @amberputh @ellslvr @elliesactualgirlfriend @macaroni676 @onlinelesbo @aispike @kalyxvfx @ellieschair

[gooppoo]

Okay okay so let’s say Neteyem has had an arranged mate since he was younger and they grew up together as best friends who just always knew they were going to get married, but we’re never really lovey dovy or acted like a true couple and l when the Sully’s have to move to the Metkayina clan, Aonung takes a little liking towards y/n and Neteyam is just getting very jealous from afar and one night after he gets a little too touchy, y/n and neteyam make soft love where she reassures him that she’s his and only his and then they mate for the first time and yeah just like jealous protective neteyam and fluff and smut pls

anon you basically wrote this for me! just gonna add some of my thoughts <3

All Yours Baby.

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: angst tehe, sorta a love triangle? all characters are of age obvi, p in v, love making babeyyyy, creampie

It's been set in stone that you and Neteyam were like destined to be, even before you were chosen to be mates

But like...y'all weren't all that into each other, just sort of aware of each other's existence

Then Jake had the bright idea of moving everyone, and it more or less threw a wrench in things

You meet the Metkayina and tried to incorporate their lifestyle into yours, because adaptability is imperative in this world

As you warm up to this new ecosystem and way of life, you of course meet new friends, while still trying to balance the old connections you cherished

Ao'nung.

Ao'nung was strong, charming, and sometimes a little too confident

He was more or less your teacher - Neteyam's too - but he would take the time out of his busy day to teach you more than the surface level of the Metkayina lifestyle

And Neteyam noticed this...

He also noticed how handsy you'd get with one another

He also didn't miss how Ao'nung kissed you in front of most of the clan one evening after heavily drinking

And as not to embarrass him, you sort of kissed back, then quickly pulled away and said a quick goodnight

Trying to be undetectable, you took to the water and swam far until you reached some rocks peaking from the surface, and perched upon them

You were out of breath from the kiss and from the intensity of your quick leave

Drinking was on the top of your list of regrets

You rested back again the rocks, studying the stars and hoping to find some calm in them

And guess who shows up not long after - scaring you a bit with his near silent arrival

Neteyam

And he's pissed, ugh he's such a bawl baby sometimes, but it's endearing

You yelp and scold him for scaring you

Shortly, he apologizes and makes room for himself on the small patch of land

He stares at you. Not in a weird, threatening way, but like he's searching for the right words through you

Let's be honest, Neteyam isn't the best with words

"I didn't know you and Ao'nung were..."

You felt your body stiffen up, heart skipping a beat painfully

Quickly, you sat up and pressed your brows together at him

"We're not." You said with the same amount of attitude as Tuk

That seemed to ease his expression

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, "Good."

But he could still feel you watching over him, studying him like you had the stars

His electric yellow eyes would dart from his lap to yours bashfully, slightly embarrassed

To ease his discomfort, you slid a hand onto his knee, then scooped up his palm

Like you had done it a million times, your fingers interlaces and your palms met, feeling the heat building between your skin

You decided to scoot a few inches closer

...and so did he

Many inches closer in fact

Then there was a split second where your eyes met again, and they fluctuated until your pupils were as expansive as the night sky

It was like your minds had connected in that moment, because he pulled you into his lap as you had every intention to crawl onto it

Not too soon after came a kiss

The first one shared between you two may I add

So it was a little awkward, but still had butterflies exploding in your stomach

After finding a sweet melody between your lips, tongue, and faint sighs, more suggestive behavior was thrown into the mix

Like you grinding down on his lap...and eventually the tent under his loincloth

Neteyam cradled your back and laid you along the ground with him above you

You didn't dare pull away from your kiss, because you had quickly become addicted to the surge of electricity he had rushing to your heart

His mature hands mapped out your body, spending more time near your thighs and waist

Running his nails along your hypersensitive skin so you'd yelp into his mouth

When you started wriggling your hips toward his hand he knew he needed to escalate things

His fingers dipped below your loincloth and was painfully slow to caress your folds

But he knew to gently circle your clit, and run his tongue along your bottom lip, while his hand cupped your face and his swipe thumb along your cheekbone

There was a gentleness about him that Ao'nung had never once introduced to you, and it left you more hot than you expected

Neteyam could feel the heat you generated and spread it along your center until your sighs were moans

He knew what patterns to trace long enough for your back to rise to his chest, struggling to return his kiss

And while your mind was still swirling with the remnants of your orgasm, Neteyam prepared himself for you

"Is this okay? Are you okay?" He wondered, just as out of breath as you

If he had you cumming with just his fingers, you could only imagine what else he could do

"Yes, please." Your eyes were surveying him with adoration.

He talked you through every step, asking you to speak up when it was too much or uncomfortable, but you didn't need to

Neteyam was gentle and easy, and you were plenty prepped for the stretch he offered you

So much so, you wriggled the rest of his length in you, both of you moaning and laughing one he reached your hilt

He leaned back over you, propped up on his elbows and lips ready to dive back into yours

"Ready for me to move?"

You nodded, and rid the space between you

First he started slow to make sure things were still in order

Then he picked up his pace until neither one of you could continue swirling your tongues together and just breathed into the crook of each other's neck

Your hands felt along the muscles of Neteyam's back, noticing how they flexed and whining

"Neteyam..." you reeled, "Show me I'm all yours."

It was like a connection was made after you purred those words into his ear

He didn't hesitate to take those words to heart and preform accordingly

By accordingly, he tucked a hand under the small of your back and lifted your hips a few inches, and ran his pelvis along your clit with each thrust

Meanwhile, he peppered wet kisses along your neck and chest, even going as far as to nip a few purple marks into your skin

"Mmm gonna cum baby - show you I'm mine."

You didn't object in the slightest, finding yourself nearing that same fate

His rhythm stuttered as he reached his climax, and returned to a snail like pace as he released in you

You both shared a sloppy kiss, feeling each other finish in unison and hold each other impossibly close

"Always gonna be yours..." you murmured between it all, feeling him smile against your lips

[beary-rambles]

Hi! Could you do a smut where Chad and reader are friends who have feelings for each other and it’s only revealed when Chad sees reader getting flirted with at the Halloween party and he gets jealous and drags her off to another room and it leads to the most rough and possessive smut? I’m not really good at explaining :/

jealousy

warnings: p in v, fingering, jealous chad, not proofread

A/n: i am so sorry this took so long, sorry if this isn't exactly what you would have wanted i hope you enjoy !!

“if you grip that can any tighter its going to explode.”

mindys warning cant be heard by chad who continues to glare daggers into this guys head.

‘who does this guy think he is?’

You two always hang out at these parties, whether your his beer pong partner, you two challenge each other while taking shots or your just sitting on the couch drinking together chatting you are always together.

Besides right now where some guy is clearly hitting on you, giving you a stupid grin while offering to get you a new drink.

Its one of the many halloween parties thats being thrown before halloween. you two decide to dress up as a cowboy and cowgirl. When you walked in with a slutty version of a cowgirl he felt his shorts tighten, he wanted to go over to you and tell you how how he thought you looked, or maybe even drag you into one of the empty rooms and have his way with you but instead there you were chatting with some random guy.

“Its probably nothing.” Ethan on his other side attempts to reason with chad which goes in one ear out the other as he doesn't acknowledge him.

Mindy laughs, “no he's definitely trying to get into her pants.”

Thats it. Chad slams his drink down on a random coffee table and marches over there.

“ten bucks he confesses to her.”

mindy is quiet for a moment.

“ten bucks he fucks her tonight.”

Chad doesn't see the issue with walking over there, you haven't even greeted him yet since you arrived you must want him to talk to you….. right?

its definitely not because he has a massive crush on you and is feeling sick to his stomach at the thought of this guy hitting on you and you enjoying it. Definitely not.

“My drink is still full so no need.” You laugh as he nods, “no problem,” What was this guys name again? you felt bad for not knowing since hes in you ap history class. He was dressed as a construction worker, how corny. You take another glance in the direction chad was.

You really just wanted to go hang out with chad but you were stuck talking to this guy who was a little too friendly for someone who ‘just wanted a quick chat’.

you could see this guy clearly taking glances at your chest almost making you roll your eyes. you had dressed like this to match with chad, hoping that would cause other guys to leave you alone which clearly hadnt worked.

You had a crush on chad, there was no hiding that especially from his very observant sister and roommate who constantly told you to just confess already but you were too much of a coward.

You cant ruin what you two have, plus it would make things awkward with mindy and ethan. You can't make them pick between you two especially since chad is the obvious choice.

When you glance over again you notice hes gone, you begin to panic, where did he go?

“are you alright?” you drop your drink in shock having forgotten there was a guy standing in front of you, “fuck!” you look down and notice a large amount of it splashed on his shoes, “shit im so sorry.”

“y/n!”

You whip your head around and see him, “chad….”

your voice trails off as he checks over you, “are you alright?”

You nod breathlessly and he looks you over oncs more not acknowledging the guy behind you.

“its alright y/n these things happen.” the guy is laughing it off and you turn back to him and smile awkwardly, “im really sorry…”

You dont notice the irritated chad behind you glaring daggers at him.

“im telling you in no problem, now it looks like you need that new drink-”

“Shes not interested.”

Chad grabs your hand and begins to drag you somewhere.

“Chad?”

He doesn't acknowledge you only gripping your hand tighter as he drags you up a set of stairs, “chad whats up with you?”

You attempt to pull away but cant even budge him due to his strength. Why do you find this hot? The angry look dawning his face, his jaw clenched, You watch as his gulps, his adams apple bobs as his eyes dart around the hallway of doors seemingly looking for an empty room.

You can't bring yourself to look at him any longer and ignoring the wetness the pools in your underwear as he finally finds a free room and drags you in there.

He slams the door closed and he finally lets go, turning away from you.

“chad?” He runs his hands along his face before turning back to you, his breath heavy with angry and he has an dark look in his eyes, “what-”

He presses you against the door and kisses you, placing both of his hands on your cheeks as your eyes widen and you gasp in shock.

He takes the opportunity to kiss you deeper and you finally close your eyes kissing him back.

This had to be a dream, no way chad was fully making out with you right now in some random persons bedroom.

his hands slide down to your chest and squeeze your breasts before moving his hands down to your shorts and sticking one of them in, rubbing two fingers on your clit.

“he makes you this wet?”

you moan and shake your head, “no you did.”

“thats right baby nobody will ever makes you as wet as i do.”

he places sloppy kisses down your neck as he moves your underwear to the side and slides two fingers into you.

you moan out as he begins to move his fingers at a rough pace, “could he make you feel like this hmm? could he make you feel this good?” his words dont reach your ears as he moves his other hand down to rub your clit.

you begin to tighten around his fingers causing him to chuckle, “you gonna cum? for me right? this is for me, not that piece of shit downstairs right? maybe i should make you scream so loud he hears you and knows youre mine huh?”

you nod mindlessly, “please please.”

he shuts you up with a kiss as you cum all over his fingers.

he pulls away and sticks the fingers in your mouth, “lick them clean.”

He groans at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers as you suck them clean. he pulls them out of your mouth and grabs your hips, spinning you around and picking you up.

you huff as you hit the bed and chad climbs on top of you not letting you breath.

as he kisses you he reaches in his back pocket for a condom before pulling down his shorts and boxers.

he leaves sloppy kisses down you neck as he reaches to remove your clothes, admiring you. “youre the most beautiful woman in the world.”

you flush as he smiles, “and all of this is for me.” he squeezes your chest and leaves kisses all over you.

“mine youre mine.”

he rolls the condom on before lining himself up, “tell me youre mine.”

you moan as he pushes himself in, “im yours chad only yours.”

he moves his hips furiously as he pounds into you, “yeah mine mine just mine not that piece of shits mine.”

he rubs your clit and you cry out as he continues to mumble about how you're his.

he feels you tighten around him, “dont cum.”

you whine as you open your mouth to complain but he covers you mouth his hand, “dont you dare.”

he continues to pound into you until hes about to cum, “cum for me baby.”

you two cum at the same time, he continues to move, riding out your orgasm.

you two pant and try to catch your breath.

he avoids eye contact with you, “im sorry i lost it like that. i dont know what came over me.”

he feels you hand cup his cheek and bring his face back towards you where he greeted by your smiling face, “its okay chad, i really liked that.”

he also smiles now, “you did?”

you nod, “i've always wanted to do that with you.”

his eyes widen, “really?”

you scoff, “hello? have i not made it obvious i havs a massive crush on you?”

he sits up in shock, “no?”

you throw your head back and laugh, he watches you with delight as you face him again, “well i like you chad.”

“i like you too.”

[thebrunettemuse]

pureblood princess

pairing: james potter x fem!reader (slytherin and pureblood)

part: one , two , three

summary: james had never really noticed you, not until you came back to your seventh year pretty and was sat next to him in defense against the dark arts.

a/n: so i’ve decided to make up this complex story in my head and if i don’t write it i think my head might explode. anyways enjoy this heart aching story, this will definitely be a series. not proofread OKAY BYE ENJOY

James Potter had never noticed you, he was too wrapped up in Lily Evans to even look in your direction. But when he got on the train, ready for his seventh and final year at Hogwarts he watched as you entered in through the door. He had always seen you as the pureblood that he found quite annoying, but this moment? The sun hitting your face and brightening it up as you smiled at one of your friends, well— his heart sunk.

He wanted to say hi, but you brushed passed his shoulder to go and find your usual friends in their usual compartment. Yet his eyes lingered, he couldn’t look away.

Throughout the day he found himself searching the crowd of incoming students to find you, just as he did for Lily all these years. All he could think to himself was how he had wasted the past six years pining after a girl who didn’t even look in his direction when you were right there.

“James, who are you looking for?” Sirius asked as they sat in the Great Hall for dinner.

“Hm?” James looked over, being pulled from his thoughts while he looked over the Slytherin table a million times and still couldn’t seem to find you. “Oh— no one.” he shook his head.

“Liar.” Remus smirked, looking down at his food which made James furrow his eyebrows in response.

“Excuse me?” He laughed a bit, trying to cover up the fact this his friends were onto him.

“By this time every year you’re sat next to Lily Evans flirting with the poor girl, so why are you sitting with us and looking at the—” Sirius took a moment to follow his previous line of sight. “the Slytherin table?” he found himself shocked with what he found, his mouth turning into a confused frown.

“I’m not looking at the Slytherin table.” James lied, his eyes rolling before looking back down to pick at his food.

“Right..” Sirius slowly nodded.

“I’m not!” James tried to defend, but it came off more aggressive than he had originally hoped for, his own actions immediately throwing himself under the bus.

“Woah— calm down. We’re just messing with you.” Remus laughed lightly and James stared at him with his lids lowered before he scoffed and shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. He hated mashed potatoes of course, but anything to keep himself from tattling on— well, himself.

The next day he had DADA class first thing in the morning, sitting at his assigned seat towards the back of his class, something he was grateful for because he could do his usual in class shenanigans. But— as soon as he was starting to get used to his new seat, the chair beside him was pulled out, and none other than you had sat down next to him.

He watched in shock as you set your books down and took your seat, slowly looking over at the dark curly haired boy who sat next to you. You looked confused as to why he was looking at you the way he was.

“Do you need something, Potter?” you asked, his last name falling off your tongue with ease and he had wished for nothing more than for you to say his first name.

“Oh— uhh.” he stammered, why was he freezing? He never froze, he was James Potter for Merlin’s sake. The king of flirting, so this was very unusual for him. Say something. Anything.

“Nope, everything’s good.” he breathed out finally, looking away awkwardly. Why did he have to be so awkward? He was ruining his chances with you, which were already very slim considering who you were, who your family was.

Pureblood family, strictly Slytherin. Just like Sirius’ family. You were what some called the pureblood princess, untouchable unless you were raised just as you were. James definitely wasn’t, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Hopefully..

“Good, I was beginning to think you didn’t like me sitting here.” you joked, something you didn’t do very often. In fact you were usually very quiet, really only spoke when you were spoken to. Just as you were taught growing up.

“Oh no, you can sit here— I mean I want you to sit here..” he stuttered again, but looked back up at you again.

“I have to sit here.” you smiled, this playful smile that made his heart skip a beat and he laughed lightly.

“Right yeah, I suppose you do.” he motioned towards the seating chart displayed on the chalkboard in front of the room.

You scoffed, shaking you head before looking down at your DADA book, opening it up and tucking your hair behind your ear to expose a bit more of your face.

The entire class James was trying to find some excuse to talk to you, yet he couldn’t find any reason to. Only small stolen glances in your direction, watching as you paid attention to the professor and wrote little notes with a quill on a blank sheet of paper.

Then class had ended, and just as soon as you came, you left. James sat for a moment, leaning back in his seat and sighing audibly before standing up and walking into the hallway.

“When did you start getting whipped for Y/N?” Remus appeared beside James, which he sighed in relief seeing who it was.

“Merlin, you scared me Moony.” he rolled his eyes.

“Well, are you gonna answer me?” he asked.

“I’m not whipped for Y/L/N.” he stared forward, not wanting to look at Remus because he knew his face would betray him once again, just as it did the night before.

“Right, you can lie all you want but I saw you staring at her that entire class when Lily was sitting right in front of you.” Remus exposed him. “Better not tell Sirius, he’d get pissed if he found out you like a girl like Y/N.” he warned his friend.

“I’m not, so you have nothing to worry about.” James defended his actions, but he knew he had been caught.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Remus teased.

The rest of the day he couldn’t stop thinking about you, the face you make when your focused and how you smiled at him at the beginning of class. He tossed and turned in his sleep thinking about it, groaning as he shoved his pillow over his face in frustration. It was like his crush on Lily but a million times worse and he couldn’t understand why. Why was he suddenly so head over heels for the pureblood princess?

The following weeks seemed to go by rather slowly and he tried to blame it on him just being ready to finish school, but in reality you were stuck in this special little place in the back of his mind. He saw you in the library every Thursday, his day to study and catch up on homework before the weekend.

You had barely spoken to him too, randomly asking for a quill when you forgot one, him asking for a piece of parchment paper when he had ran out. Helping answer questions for each other when the two of you got a bit confused, but that was it.

Lily even spoke to him more than you did, and yet every time him and the red head would talk he didn’t get the same feeling the previous years when the girl gave him attention, he had secretly wished it was you talking to him.

But after almost a month of little words exchanged, something had changed, he had stood up for you.

It was in DADA, the class was learning about the Imperius when a Ravenclaw students decided to make a very mean joke towards you.

“Alright students, today we will be learning about the curse that controls the mind. It is called the Imperius curse, it is very dangerous and it is very important you know how to protect yourself from it.” the professor explained.

“Protect ourselves from it, or from people like Y/N’s family?” the witty Ravenclaw girl spoke up. James looked up from his book towards the girl, then towards you. Usually when someone made a sly comment like that you would fire something mean back, but your face told a different story.

Tears filled your eyes and you looked at the girl who had a smirk on her face. “Now that’s quite enough, Miss. Golding.” the professor warned.

“That was a real bitch move, Grace.” James said towards the girl, which caused you to look at him in shock. Was James Potter really standing up to the Ravenclaw to defend you? He had ignored your every move for years and yet here he was actually being nice. Shocking, to say the least.

“That’s detention for you, Mr. Potter.” the professor sighed.

“That’s not fair, Grace said something first.” James defended his actions.

“Okay, detention for you too, Miss. Golding.” the Ravenclaw sighed.

James looked over at you and shot a small smile on your direction, you smiled back.

After class you found James in the library studying and approached the table he sat at by himself. “Hey, uh—” you started awkwardly. “Thanks for defending me in class earlier, you really didn’t have to do that.” you smiled.

“Of course.” he said softly, a small smile on his face as well.

“Sorry you got detention.” you pressed your lips into a line. You really did feel bad, and felt like it wasn’t deserved that he got detention for standing up for another student when they couldn’t.

“It’s okay, it was worth it.” he shrugged and leaned in a bit closer. “Between you and me Grace is a pain in the ass.” he joked, earning a breathy laugh from you.

“Yeah, she is.” you nodded. “Do you usually study alone?” you asked. James froze yet again.

“Uh— yeah. Usually.” he looked down.

“Do you care if I sit?” you questioned, motioning to the chair on the side of the table next to him.

“What? Oh, no. Not at all.” he motioned towards it. “Please.” he came off as desperate, mentally face palming.

“Okay.” you laughed again, sitting down and setting your books in front of you. The two of you spent an hour sitting side by side in silence, and every once in a while he peaked over his book to take a look at you. He couldn’t help it, you really were those one of a kind girls.

“James!” he heard his name get called, looking over to see who the feminine voice was. Lily Evans, of course it was. How come when he finally was moving on she seemed to appear more often?

“Lily.” he nodded towards her as she approached him. “Can I study with you?” she asked, her eyes darting over at you and then back at James. You stared up at her for a moment.

“Oh, look at the time! I best get going before my friends start wondering where I am.” you said, gathering your things and shoving them into you arms. “See you around, Potter.” you smiled in his direction before walking off.

“See— see you.” he muttered to himself, finding himself watching as you left.

“James?” Lily called, snapping him out of his gaze.

“Yeah? Oh, yes! You can sit, study— yeah.” he nodded before looking down at his book. But he didn’t steal glances at Lily, in fact he stayed glued to his DADA boom instead.

Every Thursday after that the two of you sat in the library and studied for an hour, and every single time Lily would come in and ask to study, and every single time you would leave when she did.

You knew Lily Evans didn’t like you that much, not very many people did. It was hard to like someone who came from the background you did, you understood that. What you couldn’t understand is why James Potter was suddenly being so nice to you? It was like a switch in his brain flipped over the summer, his usual cold demeanor towards you turned into a warm and welcoming one.

So one day as you sat reading next to James, he finally spoke to you, causing you to look up from the notes you were writing. “What are you doing this weekend?” he asked.

“What?” you asked shocked.

“What are you doing this weekend?” he repeated and you stared for a moment completely dumbfounded. You set down your quill.

“I’m not sure.” you shrugged, because you weren’t sure. You usually sat in the Slytherin common room with your friends and talked about your week with each other, talked about your families or sat in silence. It was boring.

“Wanna go for a walk around the Black Lake?” he asked casually.

“Why? You’re not going to push me in or anything, right?” you joked and he laughed.

“No, I’m not going to push you in.” he smiled.

“So— why then?” you repeated.

“Sirius and Remus are going on a date, Peter is hanging out with Marlene, and I like to go on walks with my friends on the weekends.” he shrugged.

“Oh so we’re friends now?” you teased.

“Of course! We sit with each other every Thursday and next to each other everyday in class.” he explained further.

“I will go if you answer one question for me.” you decided.

“Shoot.” he leaned back in his chair.

“What happened?” you asked, he furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of what exactly you were asking. “I mean, something must’ve happened over the summer. Before you used to hate me, and tease me.” you explained.

“So what happened? Why are you defending me now and hanging out with me?” you looked at him. James thought for a moment.

“I don’t know, I guess I changed my mind— about you.” he looked at you, his face relaxed as he searched for any reaction on your face.

“Changed your mind what about me exactly?” you dived deeper.

“I already answered your question, are you in or not?” he asked.

“James.” you warned, earning a sigh from him. He really didn’t want to have to ever explain this to you.

“You, your family, they stand for everything I’m against.” he replied honestly. “But at the beginning of the year when you walked onto that train, I don’t know how to explain it but, you changed. You looked really well, happy. Very unlike your family.”

“Classic me, came back to seventh year all pretty.” you joked, looking away, but his words stung. All these years he saw you just as everyone else did. Your unforgiving last name revealing who you were supposed to be.

“Not just pretty, Y/N, you looked happy.” he reiterated. You looked back up at him. “Besides, you’ve always been pretty. I was too sucked up in the rumors to notice it.” he looked at you deeply, like he was the first person in this entire school to see you.

“What about Lily Evans, is she too busy?” you questioned.

“I don’t know.” he shrugged, he was being honest. He hadn’t asked Lily what she was doing. “I asked you what you were doing, not Evans.” he smiled.

“Okay, I’ll go to the lake this weekend. But I swear if you push me in—” you started to get defensive but James only laughed.

“I’m not gonna push you in. What, are you afraid of water?” he teased.

“I can’t swim, and I’m not just saying that to sound cute. Like I would literally die if I fell in the water.” you replied honestly.

“Then I would save you.”

[fallinforerling]

casual | e.h

Summary: While you’re enjoying a casual situationship with a wonderful guy, accepting that at the end of the day you're just friends, people around you insist in the fact that you’re both in love with each other. But that’s nonsense, Erling isn’t in love with you... Right?

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“Baby, you know I can be there in two days if you want me to, you know that? I have no problem.” The soft tone Erling was using made you smile while you took your shoes off. 

“Erling, it’s alright. I know you’re away for work... We can hang out when you come back.” You knew he wasn't physically present in the room, but just hearing his voice through the phone gave you goosebumps. “Don't worry, I'll miss you like crazy while you're away.”

You meant it as a joke... At least partly.

Not too long ago you were hugging and kissing him goodbye, wishing him good luck on his next match and saying how sorry you were for missing the opportunity to go with him; despite all of that, you already missed his scent and his arms around you, regretting not accepting his late invitation.

“I know you will.” His cocky tone made you smile even more. “Make sure to watch the game, I'll score a goal just for you.”

It was a stupid joke, but it made your stomach explode with millions of butterflies. How couldn't you feel excited when he said things like that?

“Just one?” You laughed. “That’s a bit dissapointing coming from the top striker himself.”

His laugh was everything you were waiting for. It was sweet and relaxing. God, I miss him. 

“Well, okay little miss. I’m going to do my best and score at least three goals for you. Mark my words.”

“We’ll see, Erling.” 

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“You? Watching football?” The voice of Eve, your roommate, startled you. 

“God, you scared me!” You shouted, throwing a pillow at her. 

She avoided the hit with ease, staring at you with her typical look of “I know what you’re doing”, making you feel immediately flustered. 

“What?” It was better to play dumb than to admit anything in front of her. You knew how she worked; the subject wouldn’t be dropped in at least five months. 

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know. Watching football at six p.m instead of Youtube or something more suited to your taste?” She sat beside you, paying attention to the screen. “Of course, there he is.” 

Against your survival instincts, you turned to the TV screen without shame, smiling a bit when you saw Erling’s serious expression while warming up with his teammates. He looked so focused and professional that you couldn’t resist the urge to stare at him and feel proud of where he’s standing. 

“And... Are you wearing his jersey?” That obvious detail didn’t escape your friend, who took the fabric of the shirt between two fingers, letting you know how fun the whole situation was. “You’re such a simp.” 

“Oh, shut up.” You barked, feeling your cheeks warmer and warmer by the minute. “It’s for good luck.” 

And it was true. Since the day you stole and wore one of Erling’s shirts to watch the game at home, ManCity always had a good performance and he scored at least two goals per game. 

“And! Football is interesting once you get the hold of it. It’s not just sweaty men running after a ball.” You leaned against the sofa, deciding to ignore the cheeky smile on your friend’s face. “Stop looking at me like that. You rather stay and watch or stop judging me and leave.” You weren’t serious and she knew that, but that didn’t stop her from acting offended. 

“How dare you!” She pushed your shoulder, laughing. “It’s not my fault you’re so in love with your boyfriend.” 

The words froze you in place, feeling awkward for a long moment, only interrupted by the sound of the game starting. You watched Erling’s figure move around the pitch, chasing any clear opportunity to get a hold of the ball. Your mind wandered for a few minutes, going between his performance, how good the team was doing and your roommate’s words. 

“He’s not my boyfriend...” You finally said, taking a deep breath. It was strange, you felt a bit wrong after saying the words... Like you were betraying Erling with them. 

“Come on, babe. I’m your friend, I know you.” Eve’s tone was soft when she responded, looking at your profile with a serious expression. “And it’s okay to be in love, especially with him. He’s a very nice person, and treats you the way you deserve.” 

“I know he does...” Before you could say anything else, the game dynamic changed suddenly, leaving a very obvious opportunity for Erling to score. Your hands grabbed the end of the sofa with force, almost shouting towards the screen. For a second, time froze and then he scored his first goal of the night, running to one of the cameras. He looked directly at it, kissing one finger that was wrapped in white tape three times before making a heart with his hands and smiling. Almost immediately, teammates like De Bruyne and Alvaréz hugged him, taking him away from the camera. 

A big smile crept to the surface of your face, making it almost impossible to pretend anything else than happiness. You touched the ring that was on the same finger as Erling’s, feeling extremely pleasured by the fact that he was wearing it today. Just for you.

“You were saying?” 

“Shut up...” You said after a few seconds, not wanting to admit anything just yet. The idea of being in love with Erling was so new yet so familiar... “God, I’m screwed.” 

Eve responded with a long laugh. And every time Erling scored again, doing the same ritual, you felt like passing out from the whole new set of emotions running inside you.

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“Oh my god! This is so exciting!” Claire snuggled Eve’s shoulder, looking extremely happy about our conversation’s subject. “Finally! I’ve been waiting for this since the beginning of time.” 

“Oh, please!” You laughed between words, taking a short sip of the drink you got a few minutes ago. “It’s still new and I haven’t wrapped up my mind around the whole thing.” 

“Of course you haven’t.” Eve said, looking beyond entertained while nursing her own coffee. “You have been so busy denying your feelings that now you don’t even know how to see your “situationship” with him as an actual relationship.” 

You hated the fact that she was 100% correct about every single word that left her mouth. 

Being aware of your deep romantic feelings for the most amazing guy you’d ever met was difficult. You were scared beyond words, especially of how he would react if you ever confessed them to him. 

“I hate it when you show how much you actually know me.” You replied, sighing under your breath. “How do I even tell him something like this?”

“What do you mean?” Claire looked confused for a second, burrowing her eyebrows. “He’s obviously in love with you too. It won’t be too complicated... I think he’s just afraid to ask you to be his girlfriend.” She came a bit closer, biting her lip with a tiny smile. “Between you and me? I’m sure he’s just assuming you guys are a couple already.” 

Eve nodded along, looking at you like it was dangerously obvious.

“I mean...” She started, taking a big sip of coffee before continuing. “You two travel together, you spend most of the month at his house, half your clothes are at his place; you guys share jewelry, share the same type of shoes for the fun of it, you own half the ManCity’s jersey collection, not to mention that every time you can, you attend his matches. For God’s sake! You spent last Christmas at Norway with his family!” 

“Well, when you say it like that...” Your blush was so intense. Hearing your friend listing all the obvious things that made the two of you a couple made you feel beyond stupid for not noticing earlier.

“Just wait and see, darling.” Claire said after a while. Her eyes seemed to hide something and you felt like the two of them were beginning to plot something.

But the scaring part was what could it be...

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It’s been a few days since the little chat with the girls at the cafe, which made even more difficult to find the way of processing your feelings for Erling.

He was back in Manchester, making you forget about the bundle of nerves permanently installed in your stomach; strange as it may seem, being with him made everything else going on in your head easier. But now that time of peace was over, mostly because your birthday was around the corner and he was beyond excited to celebrate it. You didn’t know why, but you got the feeling of something being happening within the next few hours.  

You opened your eyes suddenly, feeling disoriented for a couple of seconds before realizing you were at Erling’s house. His warm figure embraced you from behind, making you smile widely.

You were spending your birthday with him since the beginning of the day. What else could you ask for?

You could tell he was still sleeping, so you tried to shuffle from his arms as quietly as possible just to check the time, but it was impossible. Within seconds, he was awake as well, kissing your temple and hugging you tightly. 

“Good morning, birthday girl.” His voice was raspy; music to your ears. 

“Good morning, sir.” You turned, looking at him with a wide smile. He looked sleepy and adorable. Ignoring your smelly breaths, you gave him a tiny peck before sitting, making him follow you along. “I need to wash my face.” 

“We.” Was all he said, hugging you one more time before stepping out of the bed. 

You made a long pause, just admiring his bare back and how his muscles flexed with the tiniest of movements. God, he’s so fine. 

You both brushed your teeth, washed your faces, and changed clothes in silence, enjoying a few hugs and kisses, all with multiple “happy birthdays” along the way. This is why you enjoyed so much your time with him; everything felt right and comfortable; he was your safe spot. He felt like home.

“Any plans, any wishes?” He asked when you both were at the kitchen table. “Ask me for anything today, I’ll give it to you.” You gave him a wicked smile in response, making him roll his eyes. “Very mature.” 

“Of course I am. I’m super mature.” You took a bite off the apple you were having. “And as for the wish... Nothing special, maybe some books and crafty supplies.”

“You got it!” 

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As promised, the two of you spent most of the day driving around town, buying books, supplies and having lunch at one of your favorite cafeterias in town. It was a perfect day, which became even better when you received all the birthday wishes from your friends, family... and Erling’s family, most of them apologizing for not being able to be with you. 

Today felt like such a special day, regardless of your birthday. You loved it. 

“Now... Time to get ready for dinner.” Erling said as soon as you stepped inside the apartment. 

“What do you mean? I thought we were having dinner here.”

“No, of course not. Come on, it’s your birthday. Let me treat you to dinner at some fancy restaurant.” He shrugged when you gave him a confused look. “It’s something people do, right? Let’s get ready!.”

He almost gave you a half-hearted push down the hallway, which was suspicious as it was. Erling never pressured you to do anything. He seemed... anxious. 

But you got ready anyways; within an hour you took a shower, chose one of the very few dresses in your possession that were appropriate for a fancy place, and after a quick makeup session, you were ready to go. 

“Are you telling me where are you going?” You finally said once the two of you were inside the car; the whole process of getting ready was in silence, but a different type of silence from earlier. Very odd.  

“Nope, it’s a surprise. Be patient.” He traced figures on your skin with one of his fingers, looking directly at the street. You smiled a little bit, not wanting to put too much pressure. Maybe he just planned a romantic dinner and wanted it to be a surprise. 

You were fine with that. You loved this man so much. 

While you looked at him, you realized that it was the first time where you actually understood the depth of your feelings for him and admitted them.

“Erling?” You said after a while, holding the hand that was resting on your knee. You needed to tell him. 

“Yes, baby?” He didn’t look away from the road, but you knew he was paying full attention. “We’re almost there.”

“Are we? Good.” Your mouth felt like sandpaper. Why were you feeling like a middle schooler about to confess her crush to someone? You wanted to scream the words, but they wouldn’t come out. It was frustrating.

So you waited until you were out of the car and walking towards the restaurant because suddenly the nerves were taking the best of you. Come on, you can do it! Don’t bitch out of it.

“Mr. and Mrs. Haaland?” The host asked as soon as you entered, making your heart skip a beat. 

“Uhm...” Erling’s cheeks were bright red; he looked at you for a few seconds before nodding. “That would be us, yes.” 

“Please follow me.” With every step the two of you took, Erling’s expression became more and more open, showing a mixture of nerves and excitement. You wondered why...

The host stopped next to a door that seemed to lead to a VIP zone. Both of your eyebrows arched when he opened it in silence and smiled before leaving with a small “Have a good evening.” You kept looking at Erling, stepping inside the room while trying to figure him out.

At first, you found odd that the room was completely dark, and one second later- the lights turned on, welcoming you with a bunch of flashes pointing directly at you from different angles. You almost screamed, but then you recognized Eve’s and Claire’s faces, Erling’s older siblings and his parents, along with many of your friends in common.

“Oh my god!” You shouted with a big smile, realizing it was a surprise party. “Honey!” When you turned to look at him, Erling flashed you the biggest smile you’d ever seen on his face. 

“Happy birthday.” He kissed you for a long moment, gaining a long cheer from your audience. “I’m glad you liked the surprise.”

You held his stare and then kissed him again, feeling like your heart could explode from all the love you were feeling at that exact moment. 

“I love you.” You said, finally, after ending the kiss. You knew only he heard the words. His eyes went blank for a moment before he took your face between his hands, looking at you with a serious expression. 

“You love me?” He asked like he couldn’t believe it. You nodded, smiling like an idiot. Oh, how much you loved him. “God.” He kissed you again, more lightly this time. “I love you too, so so much.” 

Before you could reply, Eve appeared in front of you, smiling like the devilish girl she was.

“Come on, love birds. People are hungry.” She dragged you both toward the table; everyone was smiling and waiting for you to sit. You felt suddenly shy as Alfie gave you a knowing look. 

“Oh, before I forget,” Erling said, taking one of your hands in his. You looked around, making sure that no one was paying special attention. “I thought it was time to upgrade that ring... So...” He shyly put a ring box on your palm. You stared at it, not knowing how to react. “It’s... It’s not like I’m asking you anything, I just wanted to get something nicer since I know you love rings... And you know, this pair we have it’s from my time in Dortmund, I figured maybe...”

“Erling.” You interrupted him, smiling even more at his nervousness. “Yes, to whatever you’re asking, my answer it’s going to be yes.”

“I- Good, I mean, thanks?” You both laughed at his own confusion, calling the attention of Claire, who smiled as well before turning around. “What I mean is... It’s not like an official thing but I want you to have it until we’re ready.”

“I love you, even with this awkward propose thing in the middle of a dinner.” You finally said, opening the box and letting your boyfriend put on the ring for you. It was beautiful and it almost made you cry. 

You were so happy. You loved life and him, especially him. How could you ever been insecure about your relationship with him?

[maxislvt]

Let It Snow

Summary: Christmas eve trapped with your least favorite teammate

Warnings: Smut, omegaverse, omega Wanda, dubious consent, oral sex (r receiving), vaginal sex, knotting

A/N: Yes, two smut fics in a row have been omegaverse. No, I do not have a problem.

Event Masterlist

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No one will say it publicly, but being an Avenger comes with a lot of tense and awkward interactions among teammates. You all shared one goal of saving the world and protecting those who needed protecting, not everyone could agree on what that looked like. As if that weren't enough, the different ranks amongst the team made this even worse. Whether it was worth it to fight an enemy convoy to stop a terrorist organization from getting weapons if it meant endangering a local town was a tense argument on its own, having two alphas constantly trying to outperform each other only made it worse. Maybe two omegas would have the misfortune of being on their heat at the same time and were constantly ready to rip each other's heads off for alpha attention.

Sometimes things would get tense behind closed doors and you absolutely hated it. Which is why you chose to suppress yourself as much as you reasonably could. The whole team knew you were an alpha, that much you would be honest about, but you refused to do anything else. They didn't need to know when your rut started or what your real scent was, they just needed to know you were a dependable teammate with the skills to back it up. However, not everyone seemed to appreciate that kindness and general neutrality. Many of the agents talked behind your back and looked down upon you for being so passive, but you simply brushed them off. Most of them were you subordinates and were jealous. 

Ignoring petty underlings was easy, but you can't exactly avoid such tensions with teammates. You didn't even want to. It satisfied you more to talk things out and reach understanding, but one Avenger in particular didn't want to talk it out. Wanda had been a little standoffish at first. Pietro, her brother, was much more outgoing. You noticed how Wanda tended to hide behind her brother and tried your best to talk to her directly, but that seemed to be the start of all your problems. The first few conversations you two had were nice and sweet, but after some months Wanda had just turned sour on you. You couldn't figure out why. Everyone could see it. The snarky comments, the eye rolls, and the annoyed groans every time you dared to say a word. You were determined to fix it. 

You decided to wait and give Wanda space. The time to talk would come. Either she would approach you or someone would force her to. In a way you were right. After weeks of avoiding her, the two of you were forced to do a mission together. Normally, missions weren't a good time for heartfelt conversations. People in stress may not want to immediately open up and adrenaline makes focusing difficult for most people. However, you and Wanda were stuck in the safe until a snowstorm had passed. If you didn't talk to Wanda immediately, you'd never get the chance to again. 

You tried to be as conscious of the situation as possible. Omegas needed to nest more during cold seasons and Wanda couldn't do that thousands of miles away from her room. In a rush to keep her comfortable, you'd given her the master bedroom and just about every pillow and cushion you could find. You'd even gone the extra mile of scenting it to help her relax. 

"Hey, Wanda." Your voice was soft when you spoke. It was like approaching a wild beast. There was no telling how she'd respond to you. Sometimes she'd simply scoff and walk away, other times she was liable to just explode and degrade you for something you couldn't understand. "I know we aren't exactly friends — and we don't have to be — but I'm worried this tension is going to affect the mission and I don't want that."

Wanda raised her head from the pile of blankets. For a moment, she just stared at you. It was that same stupid posture you always had. Shoulders relaxed, back straight, and the kindest smile she'd ever seen. It pissed Wanda off how soft you were. So passive and careful about everything. Alphas weren't supposed to be that way. "Maybe if you'd just take charge for once, we wouldn't have any issues." 

"I can't just give out orders without some sort of relationship between us. That's just not my style." A frown began to form on your face. "This is a time sensitive mission and it's not going to go well if all you do is huff and roll your eyes when I talk to you." As if you didn't have enough evidence to prove your point, Wanda decided to do exactly what you accused her of. "Okay fine, but if anything goes wrong I'm putting it on your record." Despite your anger, you left as quietly as possible. You couldn't let her get under your skin. Not with so much at stake. 

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It seemed being the bigger person wasn't the way to go with Wanda. Though the mission was successful, you were unreasonably stressed the entire time. Wanda barely responded to you and constantly made moves without alerting you. All you wanted to do was go home, but you couldn't even do that. A heavy snowstorm was rolling through the area and take off was impossible. 

Fury promised to have you and Wanda back at the tower for Christmas, but that wasn't your concern. You had run out of suppressants and the pills wouldn't last more than a few hours. Meaning you were stuck spending the next three days extremely volatile with the most agitating omega you'd ever met. You had enough self control not to hurt her, but that was the last thing you needed. 

Avoiding her seemed easy enough. Wanda had resorted to stress nesting and rarely left her room. That meant you had more than enough time to get food and then alleviate yourself.

Unfortunately, you were your own worst enemy. Sensitivity had made you twice as vocal as usual and Wanda had heard you. Your soft whimpers and desperate pleas to seemingly no one had woken her up in the middle of the night. Wanda ignored you at first but your scent had practically flooded the house. Your shyness had forced her hand. 

You were too busy desperately rutting into your own hand to notice that you failed to close your door all the way. It didn't even cross your mind that the presence of another scent meant Wanda was close by. Instead, you focused on chasing an unsatisfying orgasm. 

Wanda sighed watching you try to please yourself. "You're so pathetic. Most alphas would've pounced on me, but here you are humping a pillow and using your left hand." Despite her cruel words, she took pity on you. She crawled onto your bed and forced you to lay on your back. "All that hard work and training, but you still need an omega to take care of you."

It was wrong, that much your brain could understand. Wanda had been nothing but cruel and unreasonable to you. You had every right to push her off and yell, but you didn't want to. The feeling of her hand wrapped around your dick was too good. "F-fuck you," You moaned out. Another moan filled the room as Wanda wrapped her mouth around your tip. 

"We'll get there, but you have to be patient." Wanda gently squeezed the base of your cock before slipping it inside her mouth. It was like a dream come true. She finally had exposed you for what you really were, submissive and needy. Wanda was irritated by how many people mindlessly praised you for your hard work and determination. She could see right through your little facade. Deep down, you were nothing but a little alpha pup desperately in need of training. "If you don't stop moving, I'll tie you down." 

Your hips continued to squirm and cant up despite her warning. No one could be blamed for the hot red magic that wrapped around your waist but yourself. "Please, it feels so good." Everything felt so hot. Wanda managed to take every inch of you in her mouth and you were on the brink of another orgasm. "Wait, fuck, stop!" The second you moved your hands to push Wanda's head up, they were tied together with magic. 

Wanda boldly took all your cum down her throat. She swallowed what she could and let the rest dribble down her lips and chin. "Oh, you really needed that, huh?" Her voice had grown husky with lust. A million thoughts ran through her head on what to do with you. "You poor thing. I bet it was so hard acting tough when all you are is a mindless piece of meat." She ignored your upset whines and took off her pajama bottoms. 

You could feel the heat radiating from Wanda's cunt. If you hadn't been so desperate and mindless, you would've mouthed off about all the slick dripping from her. You knew better. Wanda was in control and you were entirely at her mercy. If you wanted to cum, you'd be a good alpha and let her do whatever she wanted. "Please, please. It hurts so bad, I need your help."

Wanda smirked. She hovered over your length, dragging the tip up and down her slit. "Hm, fine. You have to promise me something though." It wasn't fair to make promises with the state you were in, but she couldn't help herself. "Promise me you won't let anyone else help you with your rut." 

You nodded frantically. "I promise, no one else but you!" You let out a satisfied sigh once Wanda began sliding down your length. She wasted no time riding you. The magic around your waist tightened the second your started squirm again. "Sorry — ah, that feels so good!" Your wrists instinctively tugged at the magical binds keeping your hands together. "I can't hold it! Please, please, please!"

Wanda let out a sharp moan as your knot began stretching her out. "Go ahead, fill me up like a good alpha." Your knot was almost too big for Wanda to take. She had horribly underestimated how long you'd been suppressing yourself and could barely hold all your cum inside. "That's a good alpha, make your omega feel full." 

There'd be a number of things you two would have to deal with once you got back to the tower, but neither of you seemed to care. You wanted to feel good and Wanda was determined to claim you.

[hungermakesmonsters]

Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Sixteen

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Chapter Rating : R - smut

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] There's some light spanking and recording of smuttiness (all with enthusiastic consent) . Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : ~3.8k

A/N : Set straight after the last one -- I think we all saw where this was going. ALSO I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS. I'm speechless, thanks so much for the follows and for reading this every week, it means so much to me!

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Chapter Sixteen

While you were both eager to get home, you and Billy managed to last another hour, spending your time drinking, dancing and sitting with Frank and Karen. The change in Billy was so apparent that you even caught Frank giving him strange looks. It seemed like a weight had been lifted from him, like he finally felt as safe with you as you felt with him. And, by the time you made your excuses to leave, you were more than ready to get him all to yourself.

Neither of you really spoke on the taxi ride home, you were content to just snuggle up against him, trying to keep warm. And Billy was quick to usher you through his buildings foyer and into the elevator once you were inside. Then everything seemed to explode.

His lips were on yours before the elevator doors had even fully opened, his hands on your hips, pulling and guiding you into the penthouse, both of you shrugging off your coats. By the time the doors slid shut, he had you pressed back against the wall, no space between your bodies, leaving you with no doubt about how much he wanted you. If you’d let him Billy would have happily fucked you right then and there, as he had on countless other occasions, and part of you did want to let him. But you wanted more than that tonight. It had been such a good night after the initial discomfort of your argument, and you wanted the good feelings to last as long as possible.

Eventually, you broke the kiss, giving him a light, playful shove before grabbing a fistful of his shirt near the collar and pulling him into the apartment, towards the sofa. Billy let you pull him around, a grin on his lips as you pushed him down onto the sofa and straddled his lap. His hands found your hips, but he let you have your little moment of control because you both knew that, sooner or later, he was going to take charge.

Your fingers started to pull at the buttons of his shirt, one by one, slowly revealing the hot skin beneath. Your hips rocked slowly, lips finding his neck, kissing and sucking skin and slowly heading down as more buttons came undone. When your cold hands ran down his chest, Billy squirmed, letting out an awkward huff of laughter. And, when your eyes finally caught his again, and you could see how he was looking at you, you knew just how much he wanted you.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” you told him as your fingers started to pull his belt and pants open.

“Fun’s only just starting, sweetheart,” Billy smiled, his fingers ghosting your cheek before slipping into your hair and pulling you down, into a deep and eager kiss.

Cold fingers freed his erection as you kissed, earning a hiss and a groan as you started to stroke him, loving how quickly he responded to your touch. Billy pulled you closer, kissed you harder, saying those familiar words without saying a thing; I want you, you’re mine. And you were. In that moment you were nothing but Billy’s. 

A wicked thought occurred and your lips pulled into a smirk against his before moving to whisper in his ear; “I thought you said I deserved a spanking?”

The fingers in your hair gave a tug, pulling you back so he could look at you, and the look on his face had you biting your lip. His dark eyes were filled with a wanting that should’ve terrified you but, instead, you wanted to sate it, you wanted to fulfil his every desire, no matter how dark.

Your fingers continued to stroke him, never faltering as you held his gaze, defiant and unafraid. You wanted him to see that you weren’t scared of him, you weren’t afraid of the ways he wanted you.

Billy took a slow breath before releasing his grip on your hair and commanding; “stand up.”

You did as you were told without hesitation, climbing from his lap and standing in front of him.

“Take off your dress.” He commanded and you obeyed, pulling the off-the-shoulder number down and letting it fall to the floor, exposing your bare breasts and a pair of blue lace panties. When your hands moved to your panties, he stopped you; “leave the panties... and your heels.”

Your cheeks warmed as you dared to look down at yourself, not noticing that Billy’s eyes also moved down your body, taking in the sight of you. Then he sat forward a little, patting his lap, silently telling you what you needed to do. You crawled over his lap without question.

Then came an odd stillness; he was waiting for you to change your mind, you realised. No chance. You glanced over your shoulder at him, smiling as you started to provocatively wiggle your ass from side to side until he finally touched you. Heat from his hand bled through the lace of your panties to your skin, but Billy didn’t waste any time before slipping between your thighs.

“Fuck, sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me you were so wet?” His fingers found your swollen clit beneath the wet fabric and started to tease, running circles around it, causing you to completely soak through your panties.

“Billy,” you moaned, “please…”

You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but Billy seemed to know.

“All this ‘cause you want a spanking?” You nodded and he grinned. “It’s supposed to be a punishment, not a turn-on.”

“So punish me then,” you challenged.

If he had a clever answer for that, he kept it to himself in favour of swinging back his hand and landing the first sharp slap on your ass. A shocked cry slipped from your lips, but the look on your face told him everything he needed to know; you didn’t want him to stop. 

By the time you felt the fourth slap, your cries had turned to moans, but you knew he was holding back, that he was being as gentle as he could be, and that was fine. You realised that it wasn’t so much the act that had you crying out his name, it was the fact that you trusted him, completely and utterly. And it felt good to give up control, to allow yourself to just feel without overthinking and worrying. 

You were safe with Billy.

When he stopped, he left you with a wonderful kind of ache, his hand slipping beneath lace to tenderly soothe you. Overwhelmed by him, by the moment, you could barely lift your head to look at him, but you heard his name spill from your lips.

You barely noticed his hands tearing your panties, all you could think about was the delicate way he was touching you.

“Fuck, sweetheart, if I’d known you were into this I would’ve had you over my knee a long time ago,” he muttered as his hand slipped between your thighs again, fingers running through your arousal. You trembled as his fingertips grazed your wet slit, giving away just how close to coming you had been while he was spanking you. Billy didn’t hesitate, sinking two fingers into you with ease and slowly starting to fuck you with them, filling you to the knuckle with every thrust. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m going to take good care of you and this needy little pussy.”

“Please, Billy...” You moaned, back arching.

“No one else is ever gonna make you feel as good as I do,” he told you in that barely restrained tone that sent a thrill up your spine, “because you’re mine.”

“Yes,” you moaned as his fingers bent inside you and his thumb grazed your clit, “I’m yours, Billy.” The admission seemed to come from nowhere, but you didn’t notice and, frankly, you didn’t care. You were too drunk on the moment to think about anything other than Billy.

“Yeah, you are,” he practically cooed, obviously enjoying the more needy, submissive side of you, “this sweet little pussy is all mine now.”

“All yours,” you mewled as his fingertips hit just the right spot.

No one had ever made you feel like this before. You felt so good, so his, as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. Moans started to stack, and your eyes rolled back the closer you got to falling apart. You hardly noticed his fingers in your hair again until they gave a gentle tug, urging you to look back at him.  A possessive noise slipped from him when he saw your face, so intoxicated by him and what he was doing to you.

“You really are mine now, aren’t you?” As if he hadn’t really believed it until that moment.

“Yes, Billy,” you moaned, finally realising what you were saying, what you were admitting. “I’m all yours.”

His thumb pressed against your clit again causing you to writhe on his lap, so unashamedly desperate for everything he was doing to you, your moans getting louder as his fingers moved faster, finally pushing you over the edge. 

As you came, his fingers kept moving, dragging your pleasure out for as long as he could, holding your gaze as you moaned his name, over and over.  Finally, you sagged, feeling boneless, half on the sofa, half still draped across his lap. His fingers stayed inside you while his other hand slipped from your hair and returned to gently soothing the redness on your ass.

Billy watched as your breathing started to slow, remaining silent, giving you time to process everything that had just happened and all the little admissions you’d let slip. When you finally had the strength to move, he let his arousal slickened fingers slide from your body and lifted them to his lips, sucking every last trace of them from you while you sat up.

“I love the way you taste,” he smirked, licking his lips in a way that made your pulse race.

You leaned in to kiss him, to taste for yourself, sucking his tongue before deciding there was something else you’d rather do with your mouth.

His dark gaze held yours as you slipped between his legs and knelt on the floor before him. Your hand reached for his cock, giving his shaft a couple of lazy strokes before parting your lips and leaning in. You took just the tip at first, tongue greedily lapping up the pre-cum that had started to leak from him.

Billy moaned your name, his fingers tangling in your hair again and pressing down. You didn’t hesitate, giving him exactly what he wanted, your lips sinking down his length.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groaned, “I love when you blow me.”

You loved it too. You never felt more powerful than you did in moments like this, moments where you got to bring him pleasure.

Guided by the push and pull of his hand, your head started to bob, dragging your lips up and down him and, after you’d had a chance to relax, you managed to sink right down, taking every inch of him. He held you there for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on yours, holding your attention while his free hand reached for his phone. You didn’t even notice it until the camera was pointed at you and he looked at you like he was asking permission and, when you didn’t stop, didn’t try to pull away, he had his answer.

You didn’t know if he was recording or taking photos but your eyes stayed fixed on his, wanting him to know that he was the only thing that mattered to you. Soon enough you were moaning around his cock, taking every inch, over and over, while his grip on your hair guided you up and down, completely taking control, taking what he wanted from you. And you were happy to let him, wanting to give him the same mind blowing pleasure he’d just given you. 

Every breath he took was soon punctuated with a moan, with your name, a plea that only you could drag from him. When you felt him getting close, you reached between his legs, fingers lightly squeezing his balls and earning a guttural moan from him that had your thighs clenching.

A grunt was all the warning you got before he fell apart, spilling onto your greedy tongue. Your lips stayed wrapped around him, listening as he groaned and swore, not pulling back until he was completely finished. And, as his cock slipped from your lips, you made a point of licking your lips for the camera.

It took a few moments to finally kick off your heels and climb back onto his lap, resting your head against his shoulder as he caught his breath. Billy’s arm pulled around you, holding you tight, but neither of you spoke for a couple of minutes, both content to just hold each other.

“You okay?” He finally asked, his hand starting to trail up and down your back.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You muttered, shifting your head on his shoulder so you could see his face.

“Well, that was a lot of firsts for us and...” it only lasted a second, but his hesitation had your stomach knotting, “I know I can be a lot and that I sometimes want a lot, and I don’t -”

“Billy,” you stopped him the moment you realised what he was trying to say, “if you’ve got poor impulse control, then so do I, because I wanted all of this just as much as you.” You lifted your head so you could look at him, so he could see how serious you are. “Tonight has been - it’s been amazing.”

The sigh of relief that escaped him was almost enough to break you.

“Tonight was easily the best night of my life,” he told you, his lips pulling into a beautiful but cocky smile, “and I’ve got the video evidence to prove it.”

Your cheeks immediately started to warm. “You won’t show anyone, will you?”

“Sweetheart, the only one that gets to enjoy you sucking my cock is me.” And you believed him, you believed that possessive tone in his voice. “Is it okay? I mean, me recording you? I can delete it -”

“It’s okay,” you told him, voice turning quiet, almost shy despite everything you’d just done, “I - I liked it. It made me feel... I dunno, dangerous.” 

“You’re never in any danger when you’re with me.” And for the first time in your life, you really did feel safe, but you didn’t know how to put any of it into words beyond what you’d told him earlier but you never felt safer than when you were in his arms. “You know that, right? That I’d never let anyone hurt you -- that’d I’d kill anyone that ever tried.” A shudder ran up your spine at the way he said it, like the prospect of taking a life meant nothing to him if it was to keep you safe. And, as terrifying as the thought was, it only made you love him more.

“I know, it’s just...”

“What?”

“This - us - it’s still all so new, and I’m scared that I’ll do something wrong.” Your gaze dropped, but Billy didn’t let you look away for long, his hands finding your cheeks and urging you to look at him again. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“There’s nothing you could do that would make me leave you,” his dark eyes stared directly into yours as he spoke and there was a pain there, something you didn’t recognise but immediately wanted to soothe. “Every time you’ve walked away from me, I’ve felt so fucking empty - the kind of empty that I can’t fill with money or expensive things, the kind of empty that hurts so fucking much. It scares me how much I want you. I never wanted anyone ‘til I met you.”

“No one?” You finally dared ask the question that had been burning in your mind since this whole thing had started. Of course, you knew that there had been plenty of other women, but you didn’t know how much he’d felt for them. Billy shook his head. 

“I never thought I wanted to get attached - I always thought it was just easier to be on my own, to have people just see me as a playboy and never let anyone really get to know me,” his fingers tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “but then you happened, sweetheart.”

The words caused a swell of warmth in your chest, something that made you want to hold him tight and never let him go.

“So, with the others... it wasn’t like us? You didn’t - y’know...”

“Spank any of them until they were almost coming all over my lap?” He asked with that infuriatingly amused smile on his lips. “Make them moan my name in a crowded party?” Your cheeks felt warm again and you wondered how he could manage to keep a serious tone. “No, sweetheart, what we have - it’s never been like that with anyone else. Have you -”

“No,” you answered quickly. Too quickly. “Everything feels brand new with you, like the past doesn’t matter, and that’s all I want.”

Before he could answer, before he could even think to ask what you meant, your lips were on his again, pressing him back against the sofa. You didn’t want to think about the past, just the present and the future that you might have with Billy. Things quickly turned heated, and Billy was soon pulling you close and holding you tight, groaning as your hips started to move again. It wasn’t long before you felt his cock, hard and ready between your thighs.

“Fuck, Billy, I love how hard you get for me,” you panted when the kiss finally broke, needily grinding against his cock..

His lips quickly started to trail downwards, wet kisses and the scrape of teeth on skin, down your neck and collar bone. You back arched instinctively the further down he roamed, offering your breasts to him and, as expected, Billy gladly accepted. Reaching for his phone, you opened the camera as his lips sealed around a nipple, and started to record him. There was a strange feeling of power to it, something that made you feel sexy in a way you didn’t often get to feel, recording yourself writhing on his lap while he sucked and nipped at your nipple.

Billy didn’t realise that you were recording him until you awkwardly reached between your bodies to steady his cock enough to sink down onto it. He moaned, lips pulling away from your chest as you took every inch of him. The grin that pulled at his lips when he noticed his phone in your hand had your heart racing, and when his hands moved to grip your hips, you knew that he was going to put on a good show for the camera.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, “my sweet little pussy, so tight and wet for me.”

Your body clenched around him, knowing that everything he said, every sound you made, would all end up in the recording. 

“I’m yours, Billy. This sweet little pussy is just for you.” You panted, riding him harder and faster, directed by his hands on your hips, moaning every time he drove his cock into you. His lips returned to your nipples while his fingers found your swollen clit, and it quickly became overwhelming, every moan and cry louder than the last. Everything went white as you shattered around him, crying out his name as you fell apart so completely. You didn’t even realise you were being moved until your back was pressed down onto the sofa and Billy’s body covered yours, his phone hanging loosely from your hand at your side, now only capturing the sounds you were both making.

He fucked you hard and deep, laying claim to you, reminding you that you were his, even though you didn’t need the reminder.

“Harder,” you heard a voice groan. It wouldn’t be until a lot later that you realised it was you. Other pleas fell from your lips and he granted your every demand, fucking you in a way that you knew had ruined you for other men. 

Billy managed to pull another orgasm from you before his own hit, leaving you a trembling mess beneath him as he emptied himself inside you, each twitch drawing another moan from you. He practically collapsed on top of you, and your hands moved to his back, gently caressing sweat slicked skin while you both struggled to catch your breath.

“Fuck...” he muttered, his face buried against your neck. “I never want to get used to how good that feels.”

You didn’t have a response for him, you didn’t have anything to say - you’d both already said so much that you didn’t think you needed to say anything. Instead you closed your eyes and listened to the sounds of him breathing, knowing without a doubt that you were in love with him and that you were the happiest you’d ever been.

“Billy,” you finally muttered, exhausted, “take me to bed?”

And he did just that, quickly scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom, tenderly placing you in bed before crawling in beside you and gathering you up in his arms. A contented sigh left him as he pressed his lips to the top of your head.

He held you tight - he always held you tight as you fell asleep, but this time it felt different, it felt like he was clinging to you, like he didn’t want to let go. 

“Billy, if you hold me any tighter I won’t be able to breathe,” you muttered with a sleepy laugh.

“You don’t need to breathe,” he answered back, sounding exhausted, “you just need me.”

“Think I need you more than air,” you confessed quietly, your hand finding his pressed against your stomach.

“Good.” The word hung in the air between you for a few seconds. “Don’t ever leave me, okay? I don’t ever want to not have you in my life.”

Your hand squeezed his while your heart pounded in your chest; he wasn’t saying the words, wasn’t telling you that he loved you but, for Billy, it felt close, it felt like maybe he could feel that way after all.

“I’m not going anywhere.” A ragged breath shook his body and you gave his hand another gentle but reassuring squeeze. “I’m yours, Billy.”

“Yeah, you’re mine.” Billy muttered softly, finally falling silent and allowing you to drift off to sleep.

Chapter Seventeen

END NOTES : Well, it took sixteen chapters and she's finally admitted to really having feelings for him to his face. The next chapter is going to be similar to this one (sort of smutty but some character/relationship development thrown in) and it'll be up same time next week.

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My sweet author,could I get you an extremely nsfw fluffy (with some angst) imagine/oneshot modern Daemon x poc chubby fem!reader, where she's been feeling insecure about her body lately (dodging his touches and asking him to turn off the light in moments of intimacy) He notices and decides to ask her what's going on, at first she doesn't talk and says it's nothing, but ends up telling. So he takes her into the bedroom and just adores her and shows her how much he loves her and that she doesn't have to feel insecure about her her body. sex) please?

Daemon Targaryen*I Adore You

Pairing: Daemon x f!reader

Word count: 2472

Warnings: body image issues, comparison, slight jealousy, Viserys making dickish comments, praise, slight teasing, f! receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, light choking, unprotected sex, smut 18+

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When you and Daemon first started dating you couldn’t keep your hands off each other long enough to even care how your body looked in whatever position he was currently twisting you in. Not even for a second did Daemon make you feel insecure. He was constantly giving you compliments, touching you, holding your waist or squeezing your hips. Not a day went by where that man did not make you feel appreciated and loved.

However, no matter how much love someone else gives you doesn’t make up for a lack of love in your own self. You had felt confident initially, in part because of Daemons sweet words and lingering touches, however recently you couldn’t help starting to compare yourself to everyone you saw online.

However, one event last week really sent your insecurities over the edge. You had only met Daemons niece and nephews in passing but after dating Daemon for almost six months he thought it only made sense you join him at his annual family reunion his brother would host. For the most part everyone had been kind and welcoming, some of the younger ones not being interested in you being there but that’s not what had bothered you.

Despite it being Viserys party he was the last one you got to meet, not long before dinner was served. You were stood talking to Rhaenyra when her father approached you both with a warm smile, “you brought a friend I see,” Viserys said, reaching out a hand for you to shake.

Rhaenyra laughed as you awkwardly shook his hand, “no dad she’s here with Daemon,”

“oh!” Viserys said, his eyes going wide for a moment before he quickly tried to hide his shock, “forgive me dear you’re just not what I was expecting,”

His words made you worry but Rhaenyra swooped in again, “I swear he told you last week he was bringing his girlfriend,” she said, confused at her own dad’s obliviousness.

“no, it’s just- you know you’re not his usual type,” he said with an awkward smile that made your stomach feel like it had been sucker punched, “it’s a good thing though, mixing it up,” he said, punching the air in the awkward ways dads do. Rhaynera did scold him, and you assured them it was fine despite the anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

His comments while he passed you a plate from the barbeque didn’t help. Viserys had made it very, very clear that you weren’t Daemons type. You tried to not let it get to you, telling Rhaenyra not to mention it to Daemon, but you couldn’t help but spiral. You went down his Facebook, going to years old posts to see his ex-girlfriends. Skinny, skinny, skinny and blonde, skinny and white, skinny. Not one curve, one stretchmark, one bad hair day in sight.

It was just all building up inside, threatening to explode. When you woke up this morning, you rushed to the bathroom to wash your face, fix your hair, and straighten your pjs to climb back into bed, pretending to have just woken up not long before Daemon had to for work. “morning love,” he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eye before leaning in to kiss you.

You turned your head to the side, and you weren’t even sure why you did as his lips pressed against your cheek. Daemon raised an eyebrow, but you just gave a tight smile, “morning breath,” you apologised.

You had been doing this on and off for the past week, averting his kisses and his touches and not once trying to initiate anything physical. As Daemons back up alarm went off, he just mumbled something before getting out of bed to get ready.

The whole day you practically threw yourself a pity party, almost spiralling in your own insecurity as you lounged on his couch wondering how long you could go on avoiding his touches. You were watching early greys anatomy when the door suddenly opened. Your head span around to see Daemon walking in, a smile on his face and a bag in hand. “hey,” he said, leaning over the couch to kiss your cheek.

“your early,” you said, watching him as he moved to sit beside you on the couch.

“I thought I’d get off early and surprise you,” he said as he reached into the bag to pull something out, “and bring you these,” he said as he handed you a box of the fancy kinds of chocolates, he had bought you for your second date. “I know there your favourite,” he said grinning down at you.

Chocolates. They thought made your stomach curl. “thank you,” you said, putting on your best smile and kissing his cheek.

“what are we watching?” He asked as he slouched into the couch, moving his arm to rest around your waist with his hand on your lower hip.

“greys anatomy,” you said as you shuffled your body making his hand fall onto the couch cushion.

Daemon sighed, his eyes closing for a moment making you fidget with nerves. “what’s wrong?” He said, his voice already sounding exhausted before he opened his eyes which you could barely meet, “have I done something cause for the past week you’ve been ignoring me- “

“I’m not ignoring you-,”

“you won’t let me touch you,” Daemon almost snapped cutting you off as he sat forward to take a breath, “im sorry for snapping but I just don’t understand. This whole week you’ve been so distant,”

“I didn’t mean to be,” you mumbled your eyes shutting as you leaned back into the couch.

You felt Daemon shuffle beside you, his arm going around your shoulders, “what’s wrong? Maybe I can help,”

“it’s not you- “you said, shaking your head as you collected your thoughts, “it’s me and it’s just something your brother said- “

“oh, gods that cunt,” Daemon muttered under his breath, “whatever he said he’s wrong okay he doesn’t know his ass from his elbow,”

“it’s just- “you said finally opening your eyes, “he said how im not your usual type and I already wasn’t feeling great, and it got to me and just ugh,” you rushed out before moving to hold your head in your hands, “I know im being stupid okay but- “

“you’re not stupid,” Daemon said gently, his hands resting on your shoulders to gently pull you up to face him, “you’re anything but. You’re amazing and perfect and beautiful. What does he know about what I like anyway?”

“it’s just I get scared,” you said, your voice low as you avoided his gaze, “I get scared that you don’t actually like me or that you’re just settling,”

“darling,” Daemon said, his fingers grabbing your chin to tilt your head up to finally look into his eyes, “I don’t just like you. I love you and everything about you,” Daemon said as he interlocked his fingers with yours, “your eyes, your smile,” he said, tracing over your face with his free hand making you laugh softly, “your cheeks and don’t even get me started on your body which I adore” he said with a cheeky grin making you laugh at his antics, “you’ve no reason to be insecure,”

“I get you it’s just hard,” you said, sniffling slightly as your eyes finally began to dry. “I just don’t want you to think im gross or something,”

Daemon got serious again for a moment as he held your hand tight, “you’re not gross or any other bad thing you’ve been thinking about. I could never think you’re gross. You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever met,”

“really?” You scoffed, half laughing at his outlandish claim.

But to Daemon it was hundred percent fact, “obviously,” he said as if you asked if the sky was blue. “are you kidding me? Look at you. Look at these hips,” he said, grabbing at your hips over your jeans making you laugh, “and these thighs,” he said, his hand moving to your legs, squeezing the flesh as his eyes wandered your chest, “you wanna know just how sexy I find you?” He asked, his eyes flickering back up to yours with a teasing smirk.

You nodded slowly, still slightly worried about him seeing you again but Daemon stood up suddenly, holding his hand out to you. You took his hand gently, but Daemon suddenly pulled you up, flush against his chest, his lips suddenly crashing onto yours.

His hand moved to your ass, squeezing it as best he could over your jeans. You grabbed his shoulders to try steady yourself as Daemon pressed himself into you and you could feel his cock hardening as it pressed into your stomach. “I’ll show you just how much I love you darling,” he said, breaking the kiss only to drag you over to the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

When you entered the room, your hand instinctively went to turn off the light, but Daemon suddenly grabbed your wrist, backing you into the wall, “don’t even think about trying to hide yourself darling.” He said, his voice dark, “now get on that bed,”

You nodded as you slipped out from between him and the wall as Daemon stripped himself of his trousers leaving him only in his boxers. You sat on the edge of the bed, nervously picking at the skin around your thumb. Daemon quickly crossed the room, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him in silence for a moment while he studied your face.

When he let your face go, you knew what he wanted. You moved to lay in the bed, Daemon crawling over you as he kissed you deeply again. His hand wandered to your chest, squeezing at your tits before moving down, grabbing, and squeezing everything he could until he ended up at your hips. Your breathing quickened as you felt him work on the button of your jeans btu said nothing as he finally undid the denim, breaking the kiss to slide them off your legs alongside your panties.

Daemon kissed up from your knee, up your thighs, to your hips before finally leaning up, his eyes scanning your body. “so beautiful,” he murmured, his fingertips playing with the hem of your shirt, “may I?” He asked and without saying anything you leant up so he could take the fabric off you. “fucking perfect,” Daemon muttered at your exposed skin, his lips soon latching onto your neck and leaving a trail of kisses and occasional hickeys from your collar bone to your tits, down to your stomach and thighs.

As Daemon reached your thighs his movements slowed as he placed soft kisses on the sensitive skin. You suddenly remembered how much you had been missing his touch. You could feel your breathing falter as his breath fanned over your wet pussy. Daemon continued to kiss your skin, edging closer and closer with each soft peck before finally he placed a wet kiss to your cunt making you gasp lightly.

You could feel his chuckle vibrate against your cunt as he placed another, slow and open mouth kiss to your cunt making you shiver. “you taste so good,” you heard him murmur against your skin before licking up your folds. You whimpered as his tongue began to lap up your folds, your hand tangling in his icy hair to try containing yourself.

Daemon grabbed your thighs, moving them to go over his shoulders as he continued his movements. “so good,” he would praise between licks, kisses, and sucks all while squeezing your thighs. You felt your body want to clench them around his head like you had done in the past, but you did your best to stop yourself until you felt him almost pulling your thighs around his head.

As Daemons tongue began to move in and out of you, his nose nuzzling perfectly against your clit, you could feel a knot quickly approaching in your stomach. Your thighs clenched tighter around his head as you felt your orgasm spill through your body, but Daemon did not stop his tongue till your body went limp, your legs twitching over his shoulders. Daemon pulled back panting before placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh.

“such a pretty mess,” Daemon cooed as he crawled up your body, kissing you deeply, his face still wet with your juices. This kiss was deep and messy, and any thoughts of insecurity had been washed away with all your other thoughts as you felt Daemons hand slip between you both. You whined into the kiss when you felt his fingers teasing your entrance, “and such pretty noises too,” he praised as he sunk his fingers in slowly, stretching you out for him.

You whimpered as Daemon began to curl his fingers, coaxing you back to the edge as his lips moved to suck on your neck and collar bones. He moved his thumb to press over your clit, circling it softly as he fucked you slowly with his fingers while you whined and begged for more. “please,” you whined as his fingers began to brush past your sensitive spot.

“please what?” Daemon asked, his hot breath fanning your skin while his eyes bore into yours.

“please fuck me please,” you begged, shame now lost on you as you craved his touch.

When his fingers pulled out you whined at the empty feeling but when you were excited as you watched Daemon reach for the hem of his boxers. You waited with anticipation as he quickly discarded the fabric at the side of the bed, holding his hard and desperate cock in his hands. “this is what you want?” He asked, a smirk toying his lips as he began to trail his tip up and down your folds.

“yes,” you whined as his tip rubbed over your sensitive clit. “please,” you begged when you felt his tip slowly push into your entrance.

Your hips bucked up, trying to coax him in but Daemon held your hips down, “relax darling,” he said, easing in slowly as he stretched you out, “let me take care of you,” he said as he finally sunk his cock all the way in making you whimper. “so good,” Daemon mumbled as he slowly began his thrusts, one of his hands reaching to squeeze your tit. “so, fucking good,” his thrusts began to speed up, but his eyes never stopped raking your body, praises and curses falling from his perfect lips.

You could feel another orgasm approaching, desperate for it to fall over you again. Daemon could feel your cunt squeezing around him, unsure of how long he could last. Daemon grabbed your legs, pulling them up so he could sink in deeper, his thrusts hitting a deep and steady pace as he began or rub messy circles into your clit. You felt your body tightening, your eyes closing when you felt Daemon hand grabbing your throat, “keep those pretty eyes open darling. I wanna see you,” he said, squeezing lightly making your eyes roll back into your skull as your orgasm ripped through your body.

No sooner than you had come down from your second high was Daemon pulling out to flip you on your front, pulling you to be on your knee’s ass in the air before he sunk his cock back in. His pace was faster as he began to chase his own high but your two previous had already made you so sensitive to his touch. You felt him grabbing your hips, squeezing them tightly as he fucked you into the pillow, “gods these fucking hips,” he said, spanking your ass as he continued his messy thrusts, “could grab them all day,”

It didn’t take long till you could feel his cock twitch inside you. Daemons thrusts faltered as he chased his high and with one final deep thrust you felt him tense behind you, his cum spilling inside you. Daemon wrapped his arm around your hip, holding you up as he caught his breath, before gently laying you down. Daemon crashed onto the bed beside you as you rolled onto your back. “that was amazing,” you gasped as you tried to catch your breath.

“no, you were amazing,” Daemon panted, his head turning to face yours with a lazy smirk on his face, “don’t you ever try hide from me again. I adore you too much for you to run from me,"

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[letters2won]

GOOD 4 U!

03; Bewitched

Your legs bounces up and down as the realization hits you.

You’re not a regretful person. You don’t regret accidentally taking a raccoon home instead of your beloved dog or how you showed a Jacob Elordi edit in front of your English class when you meant to present your presentation on “The Outsiders”.

But fake dating? not your smartest idea…

You have to be crazy for suggesting it. You have to be even crazier to agree to it. But what do you expect from a down bad admirer and a girl who wishes to move on?

The adored cat-like boy sitting across from you, felt his hands get sweaty. He knows you’re here to lay out some ground rules, but this was basically a date in his eyes!

You two sat in awkward silence, unsure on how to start the conversation. “Can’t believe your ex hates my guts… I'm just a silly little guy!” he joked out and you let a giggle slip out.

After that small joke he made, you guys were able to relax and have a smooth conversation. Jungwon even managed to started a debate on how cats were better than dogs.

“You’re literally betraying your own dog right now!” you said through fits of giggles. He was laughing alongside you as he ate the shared cake you guys got.

Soon after you two were full off of sweets and had calmed down, deciding it was best to start the rules as you see the sun setting.

“How should we go about this..?” he began, trying to hide his excitement.

You pondered for a minute before responding, “Rule number one! Don’t fall in love!”

Jungwon's smile falters a little before he proceeds to roll his eyes, “Seriously? Am I not your type?” he teased.

“Maybe if you were Choso..” you seriously considered and he glared at you.

“Of course you’re a Jujutsu Kaisen fan.. it all makes sense now.”

“HEY?!”

You huffed and then continued, “Oh another one! Rule number two, we hold hands and give each cheek kisses to make it believable!”

Jungwon's eyes widened. He only ever imagined giving you small pecks of kisses, he can’t believe his manifestations are coming true right now. You on the other hand can’t believe you really came up with that. Feeling embarrassed, you moved on rather quickly.

“Oh! I got one! Rule number three, only our close friends will know the truth.”

“Do we have to let them in on our plans..” he mumbled.

“Well yea! I suck at lying, I even got a whole medal at home for being the worst liar in school!” which you stated a little too proudly. He should’ve questioned that but he didn’t, instead he gave you a love sick smile and sighed dreamily, “You’re so talented…”

“Rule number four, We go on dates every friday or saturday!”

Jungwon added on, “We should also always go to each events..” and you weighed the pros and cons of that. For a second, you almost forgot that this was your student council president that was going along with everything that you were saying.

He plays such an important role for the school yet here you are dragging him into your little petty revenge plan on your ex without an incentive.

“Jungwon, what do you want to benefit from this? I feel kind of selfish for only thinking about my side of the plan..”

He let out a hum before giving you his famous dimpled smile which has you bewitched. “I want to spend more time with you in all of this.”

There it is again, that funny feeling. Something about Jungwon is making your heart do somersaults and cartwheels. You’re still confused about what's happening and tried to push it aside. You never felt like this with your ex so why now?

You cleared your throat after realizing you were staring at him with a dumbfounded look for a good moment, “O-oh okay! Easy peasy!”

He let out a breathy laugh as you tried acting nonchalant, shifting in your seat feeling your face get hot. “Moving on! For the last rule…hm.” You two started thinking hard, almost felt like your thinking caps were going to explode any second now.

You gasped and gave him a wide smile, “ Rule number five, every Thursday you watch the new Jujutsu Kaisen episode with me.” He gave you a deadpanned look.

“I’m not watching Jujutsu Kaisen with you.”

“Please! None of my friends wants to watch or hear my thoughts and since you’re my soon to be boyfriend you have to tune in to my rant sessions about them!” you rambled on, giving him those expecting wide eyes.

Jungwon was gone. He had officially lost it. Soon to be boyfriend? Yeah, he’s agreeing with everything you're saying from now on.

“I’ll do anything you ask me from now on queen!”

Oh boy… he is down bad.

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SYNOPSIS in which you’re DEFINITELY not upset that your ex moved on really easily (spoiler alert: you are!). Yang Jungwon, the student council president is glad your ex moved on because it’s time for him to shoot his shot (just not in the way he wanted.. a win is a win in his book!)

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Socially awkward

Summary: a socially awkward girl experience love for the first time.

Paring: non!Danielle x non!Fem!reader

English isn't my first language

It was a time you weren't socially awkward, this was until you entered junior high school. Suddenly, you were left with no friends. The only reason was you. Your classmate tried to befriend you but for some reason you rejected them, like you were better off alone.

Well that's what your dad told you, that you were better off alone. Being the good and only daughter he would ever have, you decided to precisely listen to his words. It isn't what he really meant, but as your grade get higher and your parents not even asking you to study because you were passing the time by it. He never really clearly mentioned that you could try make new friends, he actually brush it off.

It was the main reason of your parents fighting, and as you get to high school, they divorced. It didn't really affected you, it was like being with your parents or in your room most of the time, turned off emotions inside. When fighting with your dad, your mom once called you 'the bot you made', you felt sad but at the same time you didn't cared.

But experiencing the debut of teen with no friend, left some problems. Now you don't know how to make a friendly conversation or to just simply interact with someone. People thought that you were maybe really shy but that was not true at all.

You didn't cared about everything, the only thing that you cared about were grades. It was the only thing you, were happy about, sad about, and made you proud.

So the first day of high school, you didn't expected Danielle Marsh (Mo Jihye) to sit next to you and eventually talk to you.

"Hi, I'm Danielle !" She said smiling as she sat down next to you on the empty sit, offering you her hand. You just stared at her, not knowing what to do in slight panic.

"You're supposed to shake my hand.." She mentioned still offering her hand with a big smile as you shake it in return.

You noticed how her eyes arched and the positivity in her. And for some reason you decided not to push her away. (^^)

As the months past, she was like glued to you.

Pretending that she needed some help with the class she failed since you were the top student. It was obvious to everyone that she likes you, but for you, she was a clingy popular girl that wanted everyone to be her friend.

"You know you should stop following her around like that." Minji, one of Danielle's best friend said as she stared at the younger girl who had just sat down.

"Yeah! You should just ask her out!" Hyein said exited.

She often called herself a Cupid, and she's 100% sure that they were a chance with you.

"It's not as easy. She's just so.."

"Weird?" Haerin spoke up, as everyone glared at her.

"What im just trying to help her." She crossed her arms, leaning back as Danielle talked again.

"She's a little like you, but in a more exaggerated way." Hanni noticed making Haerin giggled in fake shock.

"It's not that she's weird, it's just seems like she has been leaving in a cavern." Danielle said responding to what the cat girl told her as she sighed not knowing what to do.

In the other hand, you didn't know either what to do. You had this feeling you couldn't push away when you were with Danielle. It was like your heart will explode at any moment, and your stomach felt weird. She made you nervous, but at the same you liked it?

Or maybe you just enjoyed not being alone anymore.

One day there were a party coming up, and Danielle begged you to go with her.

"Please, Yn! It's gonna be so fun, you can take a break from studying, just for one night, i promise I'll take you home early." And for some reason you ignored, you said yes.

At first, you weren't as uncomfortable as you thought you would be in parties, or maybe it was because Danielle were as always glued to you. She introduced you to her friends, and you tried to keep up as much as you could the conversation. It somehow made Danielle proud of you.

"Yeah my sister is so annoying! And you do you have siblings?" Minji asked smiling, getting to know you.

"No, it's just me. My parents wanted an only boy, actually." You said in the best polite and friendly tone you could've ever express and use.

And all of her friends were starting to like you, you even noticed the fact that Haerin and you had a lots of things in common, you both loved a lots of things and actually chat a lot. Being the two less talkative, it was weird for the other seeing you two talk this much like fangirling over each other.

That was until a random girl started to hit on Danielle, being all touchy and flirty. You just stared at them, as if your heart were about to drop. Your hands were shaking, and fighting the urge to punch the girl.

It was a mix of confusion, envy and anger. And you hated that, it made you wanna run away but at the same time you couldn't left. So without thinking you pushed the other girl away with an upset look.

It was maybe the first time people had seen you with a face other than annoyance or neutral. The girl and Danielle were confused, why have you pushed the girl away. In defence, the girl pushed you back but Danielle got also angry. Who on earth she thought she was to touch you.

"Go the fuck away." Was what Danielle growled, like an angry bodyguard. A lot of people were staring at you, so in embarrassment you walked in fast speed towards the exit, Danielle running after you.

It was shocking for everyone to watch the high school sweetheart swear and the most calm girl act this way.

"Y/n what was that about-!"

"You said you would drop me off early." So here they were, in the car as Danielle drove to your house.

You hesitated a minute before opening the car door.

"Yn wait. Can we please talk about what happened?"

You said nothing, glaring at her as you sat back in the car closing the door. She waited for you to express at least a little word. Since she was 'friend' with you, you haven't talk longer that needed or about your emotions.

But tonight, it felt like you needed to let out everything you had been feeling for her.

"I don't know!" You said raising your voice a little in frustration.

"I was just... angry? About the way she was with you. This past few months have been driving me crazy."

"Why?" She said in concern but she wasn't dumb, she deep down knew what you meant, she just needed to make sure she wasn't assuming things.

"I don't know, it's like when I'm with you, my chest hurt because my heart beat to fast, and even more when you say something nice. I get embarrassed but not in a bad way and I don't know why I feel like that!" You said as your eyes started to tear up a little.

Danielle heart melt as she hugged you. It was a nice feeling of love and comfort, and it made you happy.

"Y/n, what you've been going through if I'm not wrong are feelings. I think you have feelings for me."

Feelings? Like your parents had or couples in general. You think a moment, as you stared back at her. Her lips glowing from the lipstick she borrowed you, her eyes stinking in concern and happiness. It's true you would really like to hug her more, hold her hands, or hear kind words from her.

It hit you like a truck, the only feeling you haven't experienced yet was love in a romantic way, that was why you were so dumbfounded, so lost in your own thoughts.

Danielle concern grew, she was happy but at the same time so scared that you would reject her because she guessed wrong. She bite her lip in nervousness waiting for you to say something.

You hugged her and she immediately hugged back as you mumbled.

"I think I have romantic feelings for you." She stopped hugging you as she processed what you've had say.

It has been month since she had wait for you to finally said those words, month of her talking about you to her friends as they all called her delusional.

"Can I kiss you?" She blurted out quietly, regretting her words and mentally punching herself for that. But you in return, you lean in instinctively.

And it finally happened, you kissed. It was slow and hesitant but passionate. You felt all the feelings you could've even felt towards Danielle in one kiss. It was like a dream and you could seriously get addicted. Danielle smile as she stopped kissing, because you needed to breath. "I like you too, Yn." And she went back to kiss you once more.

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I let out a quiet, pained noise, frightened and hurt like some scared critter stumbling into the lion's lair. James's eyes flicked up, catching mine for the briefest fraction of a second, shock and regret dancing in his blue gaze before I pivoted and beelined it out through the kitchen door.

✦ summary: Despite choosing to remain by Dave's side, Nore finds that getting over her feelings for James is harder than she thought it would be.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle, drinking, recreational drug use, jealousy

✧ you got me wrapped around your finger, do you have to let it linger? ✧

The guys' last weekend in Los Angeles rolled around real quick, kicking off on a slightly chilly Saturday that practically begged for an afternoon tucked under the covers. We cooked up our own version of coziness; Cliff threw an invite my way to chill at Mike's place, puffing on some smokes and sipping drinks while diving into a stack of horror movies Kirk had snagged.

Running into James again was just about as awkward as I'd braced myself for. He gave me a somewhat normal greeting, but the turmoil in his eyes had my heart doing an uncomfortable squeeze. To top it off, he had Pat in tow, showing up at Mike's with this big grin, hand-in-hand with James, their intertwined fingers betraying a closeness I'd rather not have known existed.

I tried to brush that off, though. After all, I had made my choice, hadn't I? Coming back home later that night, I knew I'd land in the comfort of Dave's arms, and whatever leftover turmoil would get washed out like rainwater. With time, the pain and sadness in James' eyes would likely fade. And perhaps, we could go back to being just good friends, sweeping those stolen moments from that autumn under the rug like they never happened.

We kicked back in Mike's basement, popping those tapes into his brand new VHS player. Kirk and Lars posted up on the carpet, Kirk sprawled out with his head in Lars's lap, dropping the occasional comment about film quality or some backstage scoop. Cliff, Mike, and I settled onto one of the couches, passing around a joint, while James and Pat claimed the other one. As the beer stash ran dry, a pizza got ordered, and I started to chill out as the mix of booze and weed took hold.

We all glanced up at the doorbell's ring — probably the pizza delivery. James hopped up to get it, trotting up the stairs with a beer in hand. Pat eyed him for a sec, then decided to trail along. Mike sparked up another joint, which I happily took a hit from before passing it over to Cliff.

"Hey, did you guys know this movie set caught fire during filming?" Kirk tossed out as scenes from The Exorcist flickered on the screen. "They even brought in a priest to bless the joint afterward."

"Wow, spooky," Lars chimed in, sarcastically. Kirk nudged him hard. "Hey!" Lars laughed.

"Hey, Lars, toss me another beer," I casually asked, absentmindedly eyeing the bottom of my empty bottle.

"Ah, I think we're tapped out. Time for a run upstairs."

"I got it," Cliff mumbled, his words a bit slurred as he attempted to stand.

"I'll roll with you then," I chimed in, getting up and stretching with a sigh. "Might as well grab a round for everyone."

The two of us hauled ourselves up the stairs, the steps feeling way trickier to navigate than they should in my slightly buzzed state. Once we hit the kitchen, Cliff cracked open the fridge, hunting down the beer bottles.

I shot my brows up with a grin when I spotted the two pizza boxes chilling on the table, my stomach churning with post-smoking and drinking hunger. I popped open the box, snagged a slice, and chomped down, letting out a satisfied sigh as the warm cheese exploded in my mouth, eyes shutting in a little moan of delight.

My tiny moment of food ecstasy got cut short by the distant hum of laughter. I blinked, curious, realizing I hadn't laid eyes on James and Pat since they jetted upstairs for the pizzas. But if the pizzas were in the kitchen, where the hell were they?

Looking back, maybe tracking down the muffled chuckles echoing down the hallway was a lousy move. But I was riding a bit higher on intoxication than I expected, and a self-destructive curiosity just started creeping into my chest. I crept up to the living room door, halting in silence when I caught sight of James and Pat holding court in the center of the room, huddled up and chatting in hushed tones.

I don't know what hit me first, tearing my heart into a million pieces; maybe it was the way Pat's eyes lit up, her hands resting on James' chest while he gripped her waist, the phantom memory of his fingers on my hips stirring uncomfortably in my chest. Or maybe it was the way they talked and chuckled, clearly lost in their own little world. Or, what the hell, it could even have been the gentle kiss he laid on her lips, sprinkled with sweet nothings meant just for her.

I let out a quiet, pained noise, frightened and hurt like some scared critter stumbling into the lion's lair. James's eyes flicked up, catching mine for the briefest fraction of a second, shock and regret dancing in his blue gaze before I pivoted and beelined it out through the kitchen door.

I gulped down the cool evening air and shut my eyes, tears hanging on and refusing to fall. My hands shook a bit as I slapped them on the porch frame, the wood cold against my skin. I jumped when the door creaked open again, but it wasn't James; Cliff's worried eyes locked onto mine, sadness creeping in at the sorry sight I must've been.

"Cliff..." I said, my voice shaky and tearful before he stepped up, wrapping me in a solid hug.

I buried my face in his chest, letting out heavy sobs as tears flowed down my face, like a dam that had held back way too much. Cliff just held on, running his fingers through my hair as he kept me close. As awful as it all was, I felt relieved as well — like those tears were letting go of some of the crap I'd been carrying around for weeks. When I finally eased up, I pulled back with a sigh, tears still rolling down as I sniffled, trying to wipe them away with my fingertips.

“Ah, shit. Sorry, I totally soaked you," I mumbled, my voice all choked up as I noticed the tear stains on Cliff's shirt. He snorted.

“Screw that, Nore. Want a beer?” He lifted one hand, and I spotted he was carrying a plastic bag with the beers he’d grabbed from the fridge. I nodded, thankful. He plunked the bag down, grabbed one for me and one for himself, and we leaned against the porch railing. “So, spill it. What the hell happened?"

"You know what happened," I mumbled, holding back a sob. I took a swig of the cold beer, the bitter kick helping me calm down a bit. Cliff sighed.

"It's James, huh?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't get it," he said, and I looked up, raising my eyebrows when our eyes connected. "If you're into him, why not figure things out? You know he likes you too."

"Apparently, not that much," I grumbled, and he snorted.

"Nore, no offense, but if the girl I liked kept turning me down, I'd probably try to move on too. Maybe not jump into something else... but I don't know if I'd keep pushing after getting rejected as much as he has with you."

“I... “ my voice broke, and I sighed. "Cliff, I'm with Dave. I made my choice. He needs me... I won't bail on him. Not for James, not for anyone. But that doesn't mean I don't feel..." I stopped, the lump in my throat preventing me from talking. Cliff sighed before pulling me into a tight hug.

"It'll pass." He kissed my hair, and I nodded.

"I know."

"If it helps, I find her damn annoying. And I doubt those two will last more than three months." He murmured, clearly trying to make me feel better. I chuckled softly.

"Think we can still be friends after this?"

“Totally, Nore. Just gotta figure out where you both stand. But if you've made your call... Well, he'll have to get that, babe. Just give him some space, and cut yourself some slack too."

"If you weren't Bay Area's best bass player, I'd swear you missed your calling as a shrink," I teased, and he burst into laughter. I shot him a look, a soft, affectionate grin playing on my lips. It was reassuring to know that even in the middle of this mess, Cliff would always be there for me. "Thanks, Cliff."

"No worries. We got each other's backs, right?" He grinned and messed up my hair. I let out a soft laugh. "Plus, no one messes with my fave cousin."

"I'm your only cousin." I quipped, echoing his usual comeback, and he grinned.

"Exactly. Hey, you're not bailing, right? Wanna head back inside? Kirk might think we hated the flicks."

"Well, he wouldn't be totally off the mark," I swiped away the last of my tears with the back of my hand but made my way to the kitchen door with a sigh. "But let's go back."

As we stepped in, I noticed that James and Pat had vanished from the living room. No clue where James had wandered off to, and honestly, I wasn't itching to find out for the first time in forever. I paused for a beat, my eyes lingering on Mike's phone before a sudden determination took over.

"Cliff," I called, and he shot me a questioning look. "You go ahead; I'll catch up, alright? Got a call to make."

"Sure thing. You sure you don't want me to stick around?"

"Nah, all good. Seriously," I reassured him. He gave my face a once-over before nodding, taking the beers back with him to the basement.

I grabbed the phone, pressing it against my ear, hesitating for just a moment before punching in the number I knew by heart, even though it had been ages since I dialed it.

"Hello?" My mom's voice came through, causing my heart to skip a beat.

I was aware that this number, her personal office line, was the only one she personally picked up. No assistants or housekeepers screening calls. But despite that, a weird tension crawled over me at the sound of her voice. I paused for a sec before diving in:

"Hey, Mom. It's me."

“Eleanore?” she inquired, surprise coming through her voice. “What's going on? Did something happen?" 

"Nah, everything's okay," I murmured, my voice slightly shaky. "I just... I..."

“Are you okay, dear? Were you crying, by any chance?”

“No, I'm fine. I'm fine,” I sighed, closing my eyes. "Actually, I called about that school offer."

"Oh? Tell me what's on your mind," I could feel my mother's tone of voice instantly changing, shifting to the interested and sharp tone she used during her negotiations. 

"I'm taking it. But I want to focus on art, Mom. Not law or business. Just art."

"Alright. I'll have Alice look into the best art schools in the state, maybe even the whole country. We can explore international options if you're interested. You'll get a top-notch art education. But you remember your end of the deal, right?"

"Getting involved in the family business, understanding the ropes, so I can handle things when you and Dad can't. Yeah, I remember," I confirmed in a low voice, aware that this was the most challenging part of the deal.

Business never floated my boat, especially the whole legal operations deal with my family's law firm. But the payoff was too sweet to pass up. And maybe a major life change was exactly what I needed.

"Good call," my mom chimed in, and I could practically picture her smiling. "I'll talk with your father. You'll come back for Christmas, right? We can discuss it in more detail then. Feel free to bring your... Boyfriend along if you want."

The rest of the conversation was a bit of a blur. I knew I'd just made a call that would steer my life for the next few years. No clue if I'd regret it or what kind of person it'd turn me into. But I would do anything to beat the heartache gnawing at my chest. Maybe I was running away. Maybe I just wanted to ditch the sadness.

Perhaps I just wanted to wipe clean the pained look James and I exchanged moments ago. Maybe I wanted to forget that he chose not to come after me, not to offer me any comfort.

But did any of it really matter?

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title: Dreams Do Come True

pairing: dino x afab!reader

request: 30,37,40,44 as smut(+ what ever else you want!!) with Chan (seventeen)

genre: roomates to lovers, enemies to lovers, smut warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), slightly dom!chan, degradation, praise

synopsis: You hate your roommate, but what will you do when the rent is cheap and you have a roof over your head? One night you have a wet dream about him, and decide to call up your friend to tell him about it - what you don't know is that your roommate is right next to him, listening to every word.

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prompts: 30. "i heard what you said last night" 37. "i want to hear you say it" 40. "stop acting like you were never in love with me" 44. "you need someone. let me be that person. let me be what you need"

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"You need someone. let me be that person. let me be what you need, baby." Chan whispered, his mouth so close to the heat between your thighs that you could feel his breath.

"Please, Chan- I need you, so bad," you whimpered.

"Let me take you to heaven then..." He smiled confidently, cocky as always...

... and then you woke up. Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just been dreaming about. Getting eaten out by your roommate, let alone a roommate who has been annoying you for as long as you've lived together? There was no way... he was attractive, of course, but that didn't mean that you thought of him in that way. Or maybe you did considering the fact that you were getting wet just thinking about what that dream could've led you to... No! You were not into Lee Chan! You had to call someone... anyone... someone who would be awake this late...

"Jihoon!" you said as soon as he answered the phone, and you could hear him let out a startled yelp at the sudden loud noise.

"Fuck, why are you calling so late?" He groaned.

"You're awake, aren't you?"

"Yes, but-"

"So then hear me out!"

Jihoon was your best friend of several years, and was the one who got you the apartment you're staying in right now. You're sure he wouldn't be thrilled about you telling him of your weird dream about his other friend, but he was the only one you could talk to at the moment. If you didn't talk to someone you would be left alone with your thoughts, and right now that was worse than the awkward tension you would feel with Jihoon later.

"... tell me, then." He sighed and kept typing at his keyboard.

The sound reminded you of where he was. His very public studio, where many of his would come by to hang out. A sudden nervous feeling hit you at the thought of someone else hearing what you had to say.

"Am I on speaker?" you asked.

"Yup." He sounded unbothered as he kept typing on his keyboard.

"Is anyone there?"

He took a while to answer, almost like he was checking around the room to see if anyone was there.

"Nah..." he answered eventually.

"Okay good, so..." You cleared your throat.

"Get on with it, I have work to do." He sighed once again, as if he wasn't your best friend who was supposed to care about your problems.

"I just had a wet dream about my roommate." You groaned.

"The one you think is annoying?" He was surprisingly calm about your words, despite you confessing to having had dirty dreams about his friend.

"Yeah, which other roommate do I have?"

"So, Chan then?" He chuckled. "You called me to tell me you had a wet dream about my friend?"

"You're the only one that's up this late! If I don't tell anyone I think I'm going to explode," you explained.

"Shouldn't you be talking a bit quieter? What if he hears you? The walls in your apartment aren't super thick," Jihoon said in a monotone voice.

"He's out now, probably drinking with his friends or something- I don't know!" You felt on edge, and the only way to solve it, according to your brain, was to keep talking about it. "Do you wanna know what the worst part is?"

"Tell me," he said.

"He was still just as arrogant as he is in real life." You sighed, "And I was still gonna let him hit."

Jihoon bursted out laughing, the sound of his keyboard stopping for a moment. His chair was squeaking, and you could picture him throwing his head back. Your face grew hot, regretting your words.

"Stop it!" you exclaimed. "Seriously, it's not funny! It's devastating and disturbing! Me? And him? Never in a million years!"

"So you wouldn't do it with him?" he questioned, finally calming down from his laughter.

"Only if I were desperate," you admitted and pulled your covers further up over you chest. "Which I'm not, so no!"

"You sure about that? I mean, every time we talk you complain about not having a boyfriend... and now you had a dream about Chan. Maybe you are desperate," he said calmly.

"Shit... you're right. What if i'm desperate? Ugh, Jihoon... I won't be able to look him in the eyes tomorrow..." You groaned.

"What does that have to do with me?"

For being your friend, Jihoon was certainly not very supportive in your time of need. He wasn't always like this, he usually comforted you when you came to him with your problems. Now he was acting as if he had been expecting this all along.

"You're the one who set me up with this apartment!" you exclaimed.

"Well, I didn't force you to fall in love with him," he countered.

"I'm not in love with him!"

"Yeah, sure." Jihoon scoffed and continued his typing.

Chan was annoying and arrogant, you would never fall in love with him. You sighed as you thought over Jihoon's words. Sure, your roommate was attractive... muscular, nice bone structure, pretty face... he probably had a big- no. You couldn't be thinking of him like this, he was your sworn enemy!

"Y/N, I'm gonna hang up now." Jihoon interrupted your train of thought.

"Fine, leave me alone to suffer. Traitor..."

"Just go back to sleep, maybe you could finish what you started with Chan." Jihoon snickered.

"Shut the fuck up, I shouldn't have called you!" You groaned.

"You really shouldn't have." His snickering continued, but you paid no attention to it.

You hung up quickly and stared at your ceiling. How would you ever look Chan in the eyes again? You had to move or something, fast.

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of coffee. You could tell from the scent that it was the good kind, the fancy full beans you had to ground up before putting in the machine. You never had the time to make it, usually settling for the coffee powder instead. Your roommate, however, had grown accustomed to a special cup of coffee in the morning. It was another way you would make fun of him to your friends behind his back. Chan was probably making breakfast in the kitchen right now... you didn't want to go there and have to interact with him... but coffee...

With quick steps you walked to the kitchen. You didn't have time to get dressed, only wearing the big t-shirt you wore to bed over your underwear. It didn't matter, you would be in and out of the kitchen within seconds. You only had one mission: coffee.

"Good morning," Chan greeted you as you got into the kitchen.

Shit. As soon as you heard his voice, your knees started trembling. Maybe the trip to the kitchen was a bad idea - a sign that you shouldn't always act on your impulses - but there was no turning back now.

"Ah... hey," you said.

I'm so screwed.

"Do you want some coffee?" he asked and took out a cup.

He stretches up his arm to the cupboard, revealing how well toned his biceps are. His shirt rides up a little too, exposing his slim waist. You mentally slap yourself for staring.

"Thanks," you mutter out.

Chan pours you a cup of coffee from the pot of coffee that he had just made. Fresh coffee in the morning should wake you up. Chan looked delicious in that tight, black t-shirt, and his plaid pajama pants. The universe had something against you this morning. You accepted the mug he gave you, and accidentally touched his hand in the process. For a second, you swore that you felt your heart skip a beat. Why were you suddenly so affected by everything that he did? You need to remember that he was irritating, arrogant... and so hot...

"God damnit..." you whispered.

"What was that?" Chan asked with a knowing smile on his face.

"Oh? Hm.. nothing. It's nothing," you muttered and leaned against the counter.

"Were you up late last night?" he asked unprovoked.

"No- no... why do you ask?" You cleared your throat.

"You just seem a bit out of it. I thought that maybe you didn't get enough sleep." He shrugged, making you feel stupid for worrying.

"Wow, I've never seen you this considerate." You fell into your usual habit of bickering with him.

"Oh, I'm a considerate person," he said, "but I'm especially considerate in bed."

You almost spat out your coffee. Chan looked up at you with a look of fake surprise on his stupid face. You put your cup down on the counter. This couldn't be a coincidence. He was usually annoyingly flirty, but Chan was never so direct.

"... did Jihoon tell you something?" you asked.

"No, I heard what you said last night. All of it." Chan looked down in his mug.

You were lucky that you had put down your cup, otherwise you would've dropped it now. Instead, your heart dropped from your chest down to your stomach.

"How could you hear that, weren't you out with-" You realized that when he said he was going out to drinks with friends, Jihoon was obviously included in that. "Did anyone else hear?!"

"The other guys had gone to another bar by then, some had gone home too." He grinned. "It was just Jihoon and I in the studio, don't worry about it."

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Why did Jihoon say there was no one there? Why would he be so casual about your dream if Chan was right there with him?

"... but Jihoon told me to speak quieter in case you were in the other room..." you muttered.

"He's smart, you know? He didn't want to blow my cover," Chan said nonchalantly.

"Why would he do that?"

"He's been trying to set us up since the beginning, he told me last night." He took another sip of his coffee before putting his mug down.

"Pfft- why would he set us up together? That doesn't make any sense-"

"Stop acting like you were never in love with me for these past few years." Chan had caged you in by putting his hands on either side of the counter behind you.

"I've never-"

"I see the way you look at me when you think I can't see you." Chan interrupted you. "Whether you can admit it or not, there's something between us."

Never in your life had you expected this to happen to you. You gulped, and tried to back up - but you couldn't go any further back. The cold counter burned through the thin material of your shirt, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I can admit it, Y/N," He said quietly. "Whenever you're around I can't think straight, I feel a constant need to impress you, there's something about you that is so incredibly magnetic to me... I can't stand it."

"So why don't you do something about it?" you asked, a sudden wave of confidence hitting you.

Both of you stared intensely at each other, not daring to break eye contact. Chan finally gave in, swearing under his breath before smashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was heated, both of you trying to fight for dominance. Years of tension between you and your roommate started pouring out of you. Your back pressed against the counter as your arms wrapped around his neck to bring him closer. His tongue roamed your mouth, his lips tasting like the stupid coffee he buys. Chan pushed his knee between your legs, letting your core rub up against his thigh. You let out a satisfied hum against his lips, and broke the kiss to catch your breath.

"We're doing this then?" Chan panted out.

"I'll swear vengeance on your entire fucking bloodline if you don't fuck me right now," you deadpanned.

"It'll be my pleasure.," he said and lifted you up.

You wrapped your arms around his neck again, and your legs around his waist. As he carried you away to his bedroom, he kissed you again but you stopped him. One of your hands pressed against his chest, and you pulled away from his lips.

"There's no way we're having sex for the first time in your room, go to my room!"

"God, you're so difficult!"

Despite his complaining, Chan turned on his heel and walked to your room. It was still messy from the night before, you hadn't bothered to clean up before going into the kitchen - to be fair, you hadn't imagined yourself in this position at that point. Your roommate paid no attention to the mess, and approached your bed with long steps. Chan threw you on your bed and pulled off his shirt, throwing it to the side before getting on top of you. His thin silver chain dangled in your face, and you resisted the urge to pull him down by it.

"Where do you keep your condoms?" he asked.

"... I don't have any condoms," you replied, stunned by the question.

"Fucking-" He took a deep breath. "This is why we should've gone to my room. Why don't you have any condoms?"

"I haven't had sex in a while! Unlike you, I don't indulge in causal sex with random people from the bar!" you retorted back.

"I don't have casual sex either, what are you talking about?"

"Then why can I hear-" You stopped yourself at the realization and your eyes widened. "Oh my god, why are you so loud when masturbating?"

"Why are you listening to me masturbate!?"

"If I could close my ears, I would!" you said, and then gasped. "Do you think of me when you masturbate?"

You absolutely loved teasing him, even if your claims had no proof. This time, however, you had some kind of proof - seeing as he did admit that he's been thinking about you.

"... don't ask me that!" Chan's ears turned bright red.

"You actually do!?" You laughed.

"What about you then? Hm? After you had that wet dream about me, what did you do?" He was back on top of you, incredibly close, and his voice was suddenly more aggressive.

"... that's my business." Now it was your turn to get flustered.

"Exactly, so don't-"

"Oh shut up, would you?" You pulled on his chain, bringing him in for another kiss.

You couldn't help yourself, you smiled against his lips - why was the thought of him getting off to you almost cute? Chan could talk big game, but he probably had to go jerk off if he saw you wearing a short skirt. Your arms wrapped around him, feeling the muscles on his back.

"Seriously though, I still have to go get a condom," he muttered against your lips.

"I'm on the pill, just go for it," you murmured.

"Really?" He pulled away from you again.

"Yes, I don't care - you said you hadn't had sex in a while, right? So you don't have any diseases?"

"What? No."

"Great, then please just make me cum already."

He pulled off your shirt, wanting to get as close to you as possible. You hadn't worn a bra under it, and he immediately started groping your tits - his lips still attached to yours.

"I want to taste you," he murmured as he pulled away from you.

"Be my guest."

Chan kissed down your neck, to the sensitive skin of your chest. He relished in your soft whimpers as he nipped at the pebbled buds. As much as he loved the way you squirmed from his touch, he had a mission on his hands. His hands traveled further down, and his lips followed suit. He pulled off your panties and started kissing your inner thighs.

"What did I do in your dream, princess?" The nickname rolled off so easily from his tongue, you could've thought that he had called you that for ages.

The sun shined bright outside your window, but your yellow-tinted blinds left the room with a dimmed golden light dusted across every surface. It left a halo-like glow around Chan's head. You reached down to caress chan's cheek, and he quickly pressed a kiss to your palm. If you could just forget about all of your bickering for a moment, and just soak in this undivided loving attention you were getting, that would bring you ecstasy. As his words finally met your ears, you started grinning at the thought of your dream.

"Well, we didn't get very far because I woke up... but it wasn't far off from what you're doing right now," you said. "And you said something about taking me to heaven."

"Then I'll do that for you now." He placed a final kiss to your thigh before making his way towards pussy.

The lewd sounds coming from his mouth, combined with the amazing feeling of his tongue on your clit, made you absolutely lose it. You moaned out loudly, not caring if your neighbor were to complain later; because all that mattered was that Chan didn't stop whatever magic he was doing to your body.

"Please, don't stop..." you moaned.

He hummed against you, bringing up a finger to your cunt. You moaned out a "yes", and he started thrusting his fingers inside of you at your command. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, pulling gently at it - making him groan against you, and the vibrations only sending you closer to your climax.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." you whined.

Chan got the message loud and clear, and kept going in a steady pace. You came all over his face, riding out your high on his fingers. You finally opened your eyes and looked at chan, who wore a cocky grin. He pushed his fingers, covered in your orgasm, past your lips, and you eagerly sucked on them. As he pushed them further down, you gagged around them - your still needy cunt clenching around nothing.

"So, did I take you to heaven?" he asked, taking his fingers away from your lips.

"I think you almost did." You took a deep breath. "... why are you so good at that?"

"I'm a man of many talents."

"Apparently..." You scoffed. "Want me to repay the favor?"

You were quick to untie Chan's pants and pull them down along with his underwear. You watched as his cock slapped against against his toned abdomen, he looked to be slightly bigger than average - but nothing you couldn't handle. You spit on your hand and grabbed his shaft, slowly stroking it up and down.

"Fuck..." Chan sighed.

"Was it all you ever imagined it to be?" you teased him.

He looked down on you, a dominant look in his eyes. His hand cupped your cheek gently, before his fingers tangled themselves in your hair and pulled.

"Suck," he said hoarsely.

Not knowing why, you did as he said and took his cock in your mouth. Chan let out another sigh as you started to bob your head. His fingers didn't leave your hair, and as you tried to touch yourself he gently tugged at it again.

"Don't," he said, in that same dominating tone that made you weak in the knees. "Now keep your eyes on me, princess."

You heard yourself moan at his words, not realizing that you were even doing it. At the sound of your desperate, muffled whines, Chan pulled you off of him, and leaned down to be on eye level with you.

"Do you like it when I tell you what to do?" He grinned proudly. "This is really unexpected, princess."

You let out a short whimper at the pet name, as you found yourself growing very fond of it. He pulled you up from your place on your knees, and pushed you onto the bed again.

"Get on your hands and knees for me," he said.

You did as he asked, and gasped as his hands strongly gripped your hips. The least you expected was a warning, but you didn't even get that as he shoved his cock inside of you - making your arms give out under you. You felt how he placed a few chaste kisses along your spine before he started thrusting.

"So you like being told what to do, despite always talking back to me...", he pondered out loud. "What other things have you been hiding from me, Y/N?"

Your face was buried in your pillows, muffling your moans. Chan landed a smack on your ass, and gently massaged the area were his hand had hit. He grabbed your hair again and pulled you back, pressing your back against his chest. He kept thrusting into you shallowly, but it was enough to keep you whining and moaning.

"Would you tell me, princess?" he asked in a fake sugar sweet tone, cooing as you whined for him. "What is it that makes you wet by just thinking about it? Come on... I want to hear you say it."

He stopped thrusting into you, instead bringing his fingers to your clit rubbing quick circles. You couldn't bring yourself to answer, instead you found yourself desperately trying to grind down on his cock.

"I haven't already ruined your little brain, have I?" He started kissing your neck.

At this point you were a moaning mess, trying your best to reach your high once again. It was as he said - he had ruined your brain, brought you to a state of pure bliss where no thoughts could reach you. You could only think of his cock that stayed so deep inside you - you could barely register the feeling of his soft lips fluttering against your neck.

"So pretty like this... all fucked out on my cock," he murmured against your skin. "Maybe you're just a slut for my cock, hm? Is that why you've been listening to me masturbate? Playing with yourself as you listen to me moaning... is that why you're having dreams about me? Do you want my cock that bad that even your subconscious makes up little stories for you? Maybe you're touching yourself just thinking about me at night, hoping that I'll come into your room and fuck your brains out?"

"Chan please..." you moaned.

"Please what, princess?"

"Please make me cum- I want you to cum inside me..." Your voice was weak, but Chan heard you loud and clear.

He pushed you back down, your face falling back in the pillows, and started thrusting hard and fast into you. At this point he had you screaming, lucky for the neighbors that your voice was muffled by the pillows.

"I'm so close!" you managed to get out between your blabbering moans.

But as you said so, he pulled out of you - leaving your hole empty and clenching around nothing. You were about to start fighting him, but then he flipped you over. His face was flushed red, his hair a mess, and his eyes were filled with lust.

"I want to see your face when I make you cum," he said and aligned himself with your entrance again.

"Fuck you, Chan," you managed to say before he started thrusting into you again.

He didn't respond, only grinned - because he knew that he had won as soon as he had gotten you to beg for him. He was right, but you wouldn't admit that. Your moans started growing louder again, and he shoved two fingers inside your mouth to keep you quiet. You sucked on them, swirling your tongue around his digits, and closing your eyes in pleasure.

"Such a good slut for me..." he grunted. "Do you need to have all of your holes filled up to be satisfied, huh?"

You were getting close to your high, but so was he. He took his fingers out of your mouth to grip your hips harder, and you wrapped both your arms and legs around him. You were getting close again, and Chan could tell. Because you didn't want him to rob you of your orgasm again, you decided to give up your pride.

"Please let me cum, Chan!" you moaned.

Had you been looking at his face right now, you would've seen the utter shock in his eyes. He almost came right then, because it was honestly the hottest thing he had ever heard you say. He took his chance as you had your eyes closed to compose himself.

"Cum for me, princess," he whispered in your ear.

As you reached your high, you desperately clawed at his back, moaning out his name over and over again. Chan came right after you, releasing himself inside of you like you had asked him to. He crashed into your pillows, right beside you. His dick was still inside of you, and he was heaving, but he pulled your body close to his; and for some reason you welcomed his embrace by wrapping your arms around him.

"I didn't know you were so good at sex..." you said between heavy breaths. "You are the filthiest fucker I know."

Chan laughed at your comment, and then almost lovingly looked at your face. He moved to sit more comfortably, both of you moaning at the overstimulating sensation. Your muscles tensed and relaxed as Chan started drawing small circles on your skin with his fingertips. He was looking you in the eye again, now slightly more amused.

"You look so fucked." He chuckled.

"So do you," you retorted. "... did I scratch you before?"

"You did." Chan nodded. "But it's alright, I don't mind."

The two of you laid there in silence, looking at each other breathing. You hadn't felt so calm in forever. To think that Chan would bring you this peace was unthinkable, as he was usually the cause to your headaches. But as he laid there, smiling ever so slightly, you realized that there was no one else you would like to be like this with.

"Are you okay?" he suddenly asked. "I know I got pretty rough, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"The lee chan, apologizing to me? That's a first." You giggled. "I'm fine, I just need to clean up."

"Let me help you, then."

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

When lee chan offered to help you, you thought he would at least get you a towel and at most carry you to the bathroom. However, here you were: in a bathtub that smelled of florals, enjoying a relaxing bath that Chan had drawn up for you. Maybe he wasn't lying when he said he was a considerate lover. Chan had quickly showered and gotten dressed, but walked back to the bathroom to check on you.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks," you said with a warm smile.

"Just call on me when you want to get out," he said.

"I will." You watched as he started walking out. "Chan?"

He turned around to look at you. A clump started forming in your throat, the words you needed to say lingering on the tip of your tongue.

"What does this make us?" you asked.

"Not just roommates anymore, at least." He pushed his hands in his pockets. "... I don't know. It's complicated, but we can figure it out."

You nodded, and watched him leave. You hadn't imagined yourself to feel such warmth for Chan, and yet here you were. Maybe Jihoon was right in trying to set up the two of you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . BONUS . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

A few days later you were walking to the kitchen to get yourself a snack. You heard talking and looked over at the couch, finding Jihoon sitting down with Chan. Jihoon's back was turned against you, and as soon as Chan saw you he gave you a soft smile. A silent 'hello', that left your heart feeling light. Jihoon turned around to look at you and then back at Chan. As the cogs started turning in his brain, he scoffed.

"So you two fucked finally?" he blurted out nonchalantly.

"What?! No!" you and Chan exclaimed in unison.

Jihoon could see right through you, and hummed disapprovingly at your lies. You and Chan looked down to the floor, giving yourselves away.

"I guess some people owe me money, then." Jihoon grinned. "Did you start dating too?"

"People bet money on us?" Chan asked.

"Yeah, and I'll get more money if you actually started dating afterwards - so?"

You and Chan looked at each other. There had been no time to actually talk it through, you had just been trying to get used to not bickering with each other - and certain other benefits your new relationship brought. Chan raised his eyebrows a bit, as if to ask you if it was okay with you. You nodded.

"We're dating," he answered, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Okay, I need you to tell me when you've decided to tell other people, so that I can start reminding people that they owe me money," Jihoon said.

You gave Chan a look, his big grin made you smile and look away - suddenly flustered at Jihoon's words. How long had the two of you been oblivious? You obviously had a lot of time to make up for...

[parachutingkitten]

Fireflies

Proving that he didn't kill his dad, or at least assist in his assassination proves to be a difficult task for Benthomaar, and with a public quickly turning violent, he decides that retreating into hiding is his best option at the moment. Luckily the ninja have a great secluded contact to send him to. ~2800 words

Vania hesitated a moment before knocking on the door. She knew this was going to be a difficult situation to navigate. She wanted to talk to him, she wanted to lend an ear, but she didn’t know if he would want to talk at all. After all, he had only just arrived this morning, and he certainly had a lot to process. Circumstances were grim, but there wasn’t much point in letting him wallow in it. Regardless, she had come prepared… with cookies. Everyone could always use a cookie. 

It was only a few seconds after she knocked before Benthomaar answered the door. “Oh! Queen Vania! I didn’t-”

“No, it’s nothing,” she waved it off. “I just brought you some fresh baked cookies!” She smiled, raising up the plate she held. 

She was met with a largely blank stare and a slow nod. “Of course, come in.” He welcomed her inside, his figure turned around before she had even made it through the frame. Vania carefully stepped inside, closing the door behind herself. “I’m sorry I haven’t had much of a presence.” He plopped down on the edge of his bed, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ve been… a bit out of sorts.” His gaze was distracted, his mind obviously not entirely present.

“You don’t need to apologize. You’ve been through a lot.” Not knowing quite what to do with the cookies, she continued to hold them in the least awkward way she could manage. “I’m honestly surprised you’re as composed as you are.” I suppose death threats and assassination attempts are somewhat expected for royalty, but she had never had to deal with it before. 

“It's just…” he paused, his eyes stuck in the middle distance. “A lot to consider. I’m not even sure I’ve processed that I’m here yet.”

Struggling still to land a connection, she turned to her life preserver. “You know, the cookies really are best when they’re warm.”

He finally snapped out of his daze, a soft smile finally gracing his lips. “Right.” He took the plate, grabbing a cookie from the pile and taking a bite. His face exploded in surprise, his eyes growing wide. “You weren’t kidding! These are delicious!” 

Vania chuckled. The cookies had worked. 

“Here, you want one?” He offered one to her.

“Oh, no.” Vania shook her head. “I’m fine.”

“You said it yourself, they’re best when they’re warm.” He grinned before taking another bite.

She took the bait, sitting down next to him, and gladly munching on the snack. “They really are.”

“Well, thank you for being so accommodating on such short notice,” Benthomaar set the plate down on the bed between them, the tension now significantly broken.

“Of course!” Vania shrugged. “Any friend of the ninja is a friend of mine.”

“You all are close?”

“We are!” Vania smiled, genuinely excited by the thought. “I honestly can’t believe it sometimes.” 

“Really?” Benthomaar laughed.

“Yeah, I idolized them like crazy before I met them! You know, I had the biggest celebrity crush on Cole.”

“You don’t say?” Benthomaar’s eyes narrowed as he took another bite of his cookie.

“Yeah, and he’s great,” Vania mused. “A lot different than I imagined, but it still boggles my mind that we’re as good of friends as we are.”

“Well, I’m glad they were able to put in a good word for me.”

“Sure, I’m glad to have you.” Vania smiled, her eyes shifting down as the mood in the room once again sunk. “It sucks that you have to be here in the first place though.”

Benthomaar sighed, reaching for another cookie. “Well, it is difficult to rule people who want nothing to do with you.” He broke the cookie in half, defeated. 

“It’s so ridiculous! I mean, you risked your life trying to defend your kingdom, and yet you get labeled a traitor!”

“Well, it’s complicated. There isn’t any real evidence of what happened to my father. Only the sudden appearance of outsiders right before his death, and my siding with them.”

“The ninja could testify, right? They saw what happened. And some of them are robots, you could compel them to tell the truth!”

“People just don’t trust it. They’re wary of the technology. It comes from surface dwellers.” His words sounded rehearsed, as if he’d gone over this talking point dozens of times now.

Vania took another bite of her cookie, sitting in thought for a moment. “You know, I have an excellent magic consultant. I know he’s produced visions before. I could ask if he might be able to summon one of the past.”

Benthomaar’s eyes perked up. “That… could be helpful.”

“Well, I can certainly look into it,” she smiled. 

“I appreciate it,” he nodded, his mind again wandering far from this room. 

Vania studied his expression, still hoping to make a connection. “What do you miss most about it?”

Benthomaar again looked up, a smile sneaking onto his face as he pondered. “It’s going to sound terribly obvious.”

“Shoot,” Vania shrugged. 

He drew in a breath, still a bit hesitant. “Everything here is so much… drier.”

Vania chuckled. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

“I mean it!” he insisted. “Even just the air, when you’re used to high humidity, is so noticeable! And it’s all around you, all the time.”

“Well, maybe we should bring up a humidifier for you!” Vania giggled.

“Really?” he asked.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” 

“That would be nice,” he sighed, quickly jolting back up. “Not that you haven’t been plenty accommodating already, I mean this room is fantastic.”

“Oh, it’s definitely the best of the guest rooms,” Vania agreed. “Have you seen the view out of your balcony?!” Vania jumped up excitedly.

“Just out the window from here-” Benthomaar muttered. 

Vania picked up the plate of cookies, already headed for the doors. “You’ve gotta see it!” Her feet had already taken her halfway across the room before Benthomaar had found the ability to stand.

She threw open the doors to the cooled air of the night, placing the cookies down on the small dining set which lived on the balcony.

“It really is the best view in the castle!” she boasted. “Of course, you can see everything a little better by day, but right below us are the palace gardens, and a little further out you can see the east tower-”

She continued as Benthomaar took his first steps outside, his eyes instantly drawn upwards.

“Of course, you can see the palace gates, and the guard houses.” She leaned over the balcony, craning her neck to stretch her sightline along the castle’s wall. “And if you lean far enough out, you can even see my room!” She smiled, finally turning back to see her guest.

Benthomaar had also made it to the railing, his weight comfortably resting upon it as his gaze still sat firmly above, his expression in awe. Vania felt a bit foolish at her ramblings now. He had already found the best feature of the view.

“There’s so many of them,” he marveled, his voice almost a whisper.

She smiled at his wonder, joining him as her eyes too turned upward. “When I was little, I thought that once I got my wings, I’d be able to fly up to the stars, and catch one in between my hands like a firefly.”

“Firefly?” Benthomaar asked, eyes still stuck on the vast expanse above him.

“Have you never seen fireflies before?” Vania asked. 

“I can’t say I have.” Benthomaar shook his head.

“Well, I’ll have to show you sometime,” Vania decided.

“They seem so close from up here. They’re so much brighter,” Benthomaar sighed.

“I wouldn’t really know,” Vania shrugged. “I’ve never seen them from anywhere else.”

Benthomaar’s eyes finally strayed from the sky back to his companion. “I don’t know why you don’t just spend all your time out here.”

“I wish I could,” she giggled. “But you know, I’ve got stuff to do. Kingdom to run. Not much time for stargazing.” Her tone dropped in tone as she spoke, the weight of her responsibilities obviously sneaking into her mind.

“Is the new job hard on you?” Benthomaar asked. 

“Not as hard as it’s been on you,” Vania noted. “But it’s been a lot. The whole kingdom pretty much doubled in population, so just working out relocation and basic distribution of resources has been difficult. Not to mention trying to work around cultural differences and pre-existing social grudges.” Vania turned away from the railing, her image now facing the castle. “On top of that, a vital source of income for the kingdom is now a complete non-starter, meaning our economy is mostly shot, and trying to get any sort of outside revenue back is difficult, because our kingdom has historically been incredibly reclusive, so it’s not exactly like we have great connections to lean back on. And between the complete social upheaval and the broken economy I just… don’t know what I’m doing!” her eyes had fallen to the ground as the strain became more evident in her voice. “I was nowhere close to completing my training, I wasn’t supposed to be doing anything like this for years, let alone be thrown in at the deep end like this, and I just… I can’t do it! I’m not mentally capable! I’m not-” 

Vania sighed, her eyes finally returning to Benthomaar. 

“I’m not my dad, you know?” 

Vania pushed off from the railing, Benthomaar’s vision following her as she left for the table instead, quickly melting into one of the seats and staring at the cookie plate. 

Benthomaar was quiet for a moment, adjusting to the shift in the conversation.

“Have you…” he hesitated, unsure if it was wise to take the topic where his mind had gone. “Have you talked to him at all? After he was put away?”

He studied her as her body shrank inwards ever so slightly. 

“You don’t have to answer if it’s not-”

“No, it’s okay,” Vania interjected. “I, um…” her eyes glanced over at him. “I haven’t spoken with him at all since the incident.”

Benthomaar fully leaned back against the railing, pondering her answer. “You know, I’ve been thinking about all the things I would want to tell my brother, if he had made it through the battle.” His eyes wandered as he thought, caught again in the middle distance they had been stuck in through most of the day. “All the things I’d want to confront him with, prove to him, scream at him. All these words that I have caught up in my head that don’t have anywhere to go anymore.” His eyes finally stabilized on Vania again. “But if he were still here, and I were given the chance to talk to him… I don’t know if I could actually do it.”

Vania sat up a bit, her eyes now lost. “You know, I’ve thought about it,” she admitted. “I’ve thought about it a lot. I was trapped with that man my whole life. He was putting on a facade for me my entire life. Everything that I thought was love and affection was this twisted other thing. He was the most important person in my entire world, and he was never really there. And that does things to you when you realize. And you keep on making realizations, for weeks, months afterwards, how thoroughly every piece of what you thought was your life is a lie, and you’re forced to just sit there and watch as it all disintegrates. It breaks you.”

The two now faced each other, their eyes locked. “I have so much I want to say to him. But when someone’s in your head that deeply, when someone’s been able to hurt you that much, the idea of opening up that line of communication again, even one way, is… terrifying.” Her voice shrunk as she continued. “Because even just admitting to them that you’re still thinking about them, in any capacity, it lets them back inside your head.”

The air between them sat unmovable as the tension reached its peak. “My father adopted me after I was abandoned by my birth parents,” Benthomaar started. “He was the only one who really ever cared for me, and he died in my arms. Kalmaar knew me best of anyone else, and he’s gone, and now even my own people don’t want me.” Vania could see a gloss begin to envelop his eyes. “I’ve never felt so completely alone in my whole life. So, to cut ties with anyone at this point… seems like such an impossible idea to me.”

His eyes had wandered to the ground by now, but Vania’s impulses took her upward. “You’ve got me.” She stood, rather suddenly.

Benthomaar’s eyes glanced up, a bit confused. “What?”

Vania reached back to the table, picking up a cookie as she strode forward.

“You’ve got me.” She held out the cookie to her puzzled companion now just inches from her, his hand, hesitantly moving forward to accept it. “Maybe I don’t know you very well yet, but I certainly know what you’re going through. I’ve lost and been betrayed by people I love. I’ve been saddled with an insane amount of royal responsibility at very short notice. I’ve been through a life altering piece of trauma before being thrust into an unreasonable amount of stress.” His hand had taken the cookie, but his mind was so fixed on her sudden burst of confidence that its presence was now an afterthought. “And I know it’s tough, but I’ve been through the first bit of this, and I’m here for you. And for the rest of it, we can figure it out together, which is a whole heck of a lot better than trying to figure it out alone. So, please don’t think that you’re alone, because I won’t let another person go through what I’m going through by themselves if I can help it.”

Benthommar stared at her with a gaze he hadn’t felt leave his eyes in a while. It seemed impossible to look away from the woman who had so quickly come to defend him from his own downward spiral. There was a pure sense of hope that filled him for the first time in days now. Vania shrunk back in a moment of realization. “If you want me. I don’t mean to be imposing, you don’t really know me.” She shook her head, her arms crossing over her chest.

“No,” Benthomaar stopped her. “I feel like I do,” he pressed. “Well enough anyway.”

His gaze softened her demeanor, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Well, I’m glad I could earn your trust so quickly.”

“For the record, I think Shintaro is very lucky to have a leader as charming, kind, confident,” Benthomaar found the list of adjectives coming to him quicker than he could speak them. “brave, welcoming, honest, thoughtful, and beautiful as you.” Their eyes remained connected, trapped together in a trance which seemed unbreakable. A slight blush crept onto Vania’s cheeks accompanied by a feeling she had never quite felt before.

Benthomaar was snapped out of the daze as he realized what exactly he had just said. 

“And such a wonderful baker!” he added, lifting the cookie still in his hand. He quickly took a bite, attempting to mask his nerves. 

The chill of the night air filled the space between them as the two darted their eyes away from one another.

“Right!” Vania chuckled. “I do a lot of baking when I’m stressed, so I’ve gotten a lot of practice lately.”

“Anyway, I should probably let you get some rest,” Vania started. “It’s getting late, and I’m sure you’re probably exhausted.” 

“Yes, of course,” Benthomaar sighed. 

“But…” Vania’s eyes again found contact with Benthomaar’s. “Maybe I’ll see you for breakfast?”

“I’d like that.” He nodded slowly, his voice soft and gentle. 

Their eyes remained connected a moment longer before Vania began to turn. “Well, goodnight. Sleep well.”

“You too,” Benthomaar returned as she approached the balcony doorway. “And,” he blurted out, his impulses stepping him forward.

She turned around in the door frame eager to hear him, her hands latching onto the divider in the middle. “Yes?”

Benthomaar’s lips parted, still a bit hesitant. “Thank you… for everything. It feels really good to smile again.”

Vania could sense the longing within his words, and feel her heart reach out in equal measure. “Of course.”

There was an unspoken pulse of understanding passed between them before Vania slowly turned, making her way out. Benthomaar’s eyes trailed her exit for a moment before he once more faced the balcony, his gaze turning upward. His mind was caught in a fog of feeling which he wasn’t eager to leave. There was a unique air of enchantment around him that he could only attribute to her. As his eyes danced across the stars, he found himself with a new impulse, imagining what it might be like to cup one in his hands, to hold that great a light so close to him. He smiled, his mind now wildly curious. 

“...Fireflies.”

[gnpwdrnwhiskey]

Teenage Dreams & Fireworks

Pairing- Jack Daniels x f!reader SunDrop

Word Count- 500-ish

Warnings- a little bit of a pity party and a lot of tooth rotting fluff

Author's Note- well, hoped to have this done earlier in the day, but I guess it's technically still the 4th? lol 🤷🏻‍♀️

After almost two decades away, you had forgotten how frantic holidays were for people in the service industry. Month after month of barely catching your breath before the orders started piling in for the next corporate party, the next school function, the next family barbeque.

July 4th was no different, except there was finally an end in sight- no big holidays until the fall, hallelujah. The bakery was operating on reduced hours for the day, allowing time for the parade in the morning and then closing early enough to make it to the elementary school and stake out a perfect spot for the fireworks.

You had mixed feelings about the whole thing this year and were tempted to just skip it. Jack was working, Maddie would be with Ty, your parents had declared they were too old and it was too hot to attend when they could catch most of it from their back porch anyway, so even though you had always loved the spectacle, your options if you went were awkward third wheel or go it alone.

You'd never really been one to run with the cool kids, never watched the fireworks with a group of friends, never made out with your boyfriend in the bed of his truck while the night exploded around you- had in fact spent every 4th of July of your highschool years with Maddie and your parents while Clayton was off with the rest of the football team and the cheerleaders sneaking stolen beers from their parents or older siblings coolers. And you can admit it now, you're wistful about it. You had wanted that, still want it now, still envious of the girls who got to have that picture perfect teenage love summer moment.

Deciding not to let yourself be maudlin about it, you go anyway, maneuvering the Wagoneer to a prime parking spot before wandering the crowd- accepting a hot dog here and a beer there, polite interactions with people you hadn't seen in years until you moved back home- killing time until the sun went down and the show started.

Dusk finds you meandering your way back to the Jeep, shooting Jack a quick text as you go, not expecting a response and definitely not expecting a grinning deputy to be leaning against the back of the Wagoneer waiting for you.

"I missed you too, sunshine."

"Aren't you supposed to be working?"

"Don't I look like I'm working?" Gesturing to himself decked out in his full uniform. "See, sugar, this is what we call multi-tasking. I am currently patrolling this event, while simultaneously talking to the prettiest woman here."

"Don't be a smart ass," you laugh, leaning on the tailgate next to him and bumping his shoulder.

"You like it," Jack smirks, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in close for a kiss. Long and slow, just like the first time, just like every time, constantly fanning the flames, creating his own fireworks. "No more talking, sweetheart, the show's about to start."

You lean your head against his shoulder and smile up at the dark night sky waiting for the illuminations to begin. Looks like this year you'll finally get your moment.