#to hold the others hand with tht comforted grin

[dangaer]

cannot stop thinking about the subtle intimacy of hand holding.

[gangrenados]

The night shift

Summarie: being the man behind the computer sounds like a boring task, good thing Dick has someone to keep him company.

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Requests:

Dick needs a distraction and his best friend and fellow titan offers a blowjob or their body. Would Dick say yes and how would that go?

You wrote cockwarming Jason without anyone knowing, what would Dick be like? And then to parallel that what would it be like if you were trying to give them a handy without anyone knowing?

Dick x fem!reader (oral, cockwarming, exhibitionism kinda, dom-ish Dick??? Yeah)

Thanks to @prettybitchfatwitch for helping me with this, bestie you're the best!

THIS IS LONGGGG and extremely messy

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ**✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

Nights like these could make anyone want to go back to the luring warmth of their bed, such loneliness in a dark room filled with a tiring atmosphere was driving a sleep-dreprived Dick crazy.

How long has been since he started working?, it felt like ages and between the blue lighting of the computer and the pain in his lower back he cursed the moment he tributed himself to take the late night shift.

He sighed, leaning over the desk as he rested his head on top of his open palms. The familiar faces of well known villians were staring back at him, by now some of them looked way too goofy to be considered a threat thanks to their obnoxios garnaments.

"Who told Cobblepot he looked good in a penguin suit? ew." the murmur made echo in the empty room, cold diggin through his clothing and lazily he took a look around.

There was nothing new here, not even the weapons kept in glas boxes like trophys made butterflies arise in his stomach anymore. It was all too old and familiar.

Half an hour was added to his duty as the man behind the computer. The sound of the keyboard clicking bought Dick a weird sense of comfort, letting his muscles relax and sink down on his working chair as he clicked the night away.

Dick felt warmth running through his body like a light, going down his lower part and putting his attention on his crotch.

He was bored? yeah, but killing it by playing with himself here? he wasn't sure, but the blood that rushed to his junk was making it hard to keep his concentration on the files that were patiently waiting for him to finish.

But against his rasonable wish to keep working, he brushed his left hand over the affected zone while the other was kept on top of the keyboard. It was tempting to do something.

Dick crossed his arms behind his head, stretching his back with a yawn." Fuck, I'm horny!"

What he thought would be a mindless outloud thought was welcomed by a giggle from afar.

And he cursed as he saw that lovely figure of a -dumb- friend who decided to stick with him during the late night shift of a tired vigilante.

"You what?" a cup of hot coffe was set in the table, he thanked you before taking a sip from that delicious cup of instant coffe.

Nothing was said during those seconds, maybe you were biting your tongue and holding back the need to make fun of him, maybe he shouldn't be focusing on those pretty features of yours instead of working.

Wait, what?

You clicked your tongue, breaking Dick's focus on the trainwreck tht he called thoughts and the numbness that were ruling his mind.

Your lovely eyes trailed down his figure, settling themselves to hold his stare as you showed a mischievous little grin.

You leaned closer to him. "I can help you if you want." Your words pretend to sound suggestive, sexy almost, but instead they were toned down by your whisper-ish tone and a giggle.

Dick heart beated faster, unable to belive the word that came out of your mouth. Were you being serious or you just wanted to mess with him?

Dick wasn't sure, but he grinned back at you the best he could to fake his surprise. " Help me finish those files?, you're so sweet!" he said, afraid you might notice his change of posture.

A tsk was what he received" I mean, sure, but that's not what I meant, I-"

"I know, I know" Dick interrupted, running a hand through his hair and ruffling it even more. He turned to look at you completely, blue eyes staring back and maybe looking beyond you.

Even in the cold blue light he looked handsome, he had the power to make your heartbeat race in a second and you caught yourself staring at his lips as Dick said." You sure wanna help?"

You nodded, sitting down on his lap before capturing his plumped lips in sweet yet hungry kiss. His arms wrapped themselves on your waist, pulling you closer as he felt the vigorating feeling of you grinding on him.

Your hand was on his scalp, running your fingers through his hair and pulling on it a bit. "Anything for a friend." that's what you said with a smirk, the word burning at the tip of your tongue and leaving a bitter taste as you keep kissing him.

Sure, friends. What a nice way to excuse whatever was happening, but even then Dick just wanted to see how this would end.

He bite his lower lip at the sight of you dropping to your knees, propping yourself between his legs so now your face was a only a few inches away from his hard boner.

Trembling hands were quick to take off his sweatpants, and taking no shame you kissed his clothed boner. "For the good luck." Dick heard you say and he coulnd't but laugh.

"What was that-"

"Don't ruin the mood, Richard." you roll your eyes at him, finally letting his spring free from it's boxers.

You spat on your hands before pumpingup and down, rubbing the swollen tip slowly with your thumb as you spoke. "Maybe I shouldn't let you cum and just tease you all night long. How about that?"

"Don't you dare." you can tell Dick's breath is getting heavier, it's tempting to get him to submit and beg, but he's quick to read your thoughts. Dick's hand grabs you by the jaw and makes you to look up to him. "(Y/n), no."

You gulp, nodding dumbfounded which seems to please Dick who goes back to work; eyes scaning those unfinished files and white papers that stood in front of him, while you on the other hand, were feeling your panties getting damped.

Dick moaned once you took him in your mouth, putting your tongue flat and bobbing up and down his shaft as your hands worked what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

"Fuck, yes." Dick panted, putting a hand on your head and digging his on your hair, he kept it there for a while.

The hand that was grabbing the mouse was getting it's knuckles white, holding it in dear life like the last grab of sense of work that fueled Dick's body.

You were working his cock so well that the black letters in the screen were becoming blurry as waves of pleasure crashed over his body.

He buckled his hips, not being able to take it anymore and guiding your head in the pace he needed the most.

You grabbed Dick's thighs for support, trying to keep your calm as you adjusted to the new pace.

" you're so good, baby." You heard him moan and you'd be lying if you said that hearing Dick enjoying himself didn't make you want to play with yourself.

He looked so hot with his head tilted back, eyes shut in pleasure while he praised you with that husky voice and begged you to keep going. Your hand went down your skirt and worked your clothed pussy, already dampened and throbbing to be used.

Time went by and the pleasure was only growing harder, both of you lost in your own little world of lust.

"Hey, I'm gonna cum." Dick warned, finally looking down on you and being met by such delightful sight. He bite his inner cheek, feeling his climax closer and closer as he held you in place to fuck your face.

He was breathless, a moaning mess that had no shame to tone down it's pleasure.

Right after his balls twitched, white ropes of cum met your mouth making you swallow his seed before you pulled away.

Dick passed a hand through his face, waiting for the orgasm to pass and processing what just happened.

" I never thought I'd tell you this, but you look pretty with my cock on your mouth." He confessed, chuckling to himself a little.

Drool and beads of cum was covering your chin, you wipe it off with the back of your hand.

" Thanks, I did my best." You chuckled, leaning into the hand that was caressing your face Dick brushed strands of hair out of your face, putting them behind your ear.

"C'mere" he patted his thigh and you didn't wait much to give on his command.

The denim mini skirt you were wearing covered his glistening skin and by the time you let your legs dangle at his sides, there was no space between you two.

You were face to face with his hands restings on your thighs, keeping you warm and steady against the coldness of the room.

"So, you better?"

He strokes your back tenderly, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. "Sure am, but I want you here with me a little longer."

The kisses you shared were enough to caught a room on fire, your hands at the back of your hand and back as kept you closer to him. It was bliss to feel to feel you so close, the way you could make the world dissapear for a moment.

"I need you," you moaned in his lips, grinding your wet cunt against him with need." I want you inside, Dick, please"

your whines were getting to him, but he let you keep going for a little longer since the delight to see you in such a needy state was nice.

So when you grabbed his hand and guided it to your pussy he didn't said a thing," see? I need you to fuck me, please" Dick pressed rubbed his thumb against your clothed slit, putting attention to your clit

A gasp left your lips at the senstion, building up tht desired warmth inside you. " You've been so good tonight, maybe I owe it to you."

with a gentle movement Dick lifted you up by you hips , pulling down your panties with his index fingers. It might've just been seconds but the whole process seemed eternal.

Your panties were removed, now hanguin on one of his hands to fall helplessly on the floor, but the only think you could focus was the numbing cold of the cave.

You moaned in his ear once you had him inside, taking time to adjust to the size of his cock while briefly moving to get some friction. Dick had you grabbed by waist, eyes shut in pleasure.

It wasn't long before you started riding him, settling your own pace to chase your climax. He lied back and enjoyed seeing you take control, amazed by the sound of your pretty whimpers.

Both of you would be lying if you sid you weren't enjoying this night so far, but the the monitor that once showed those files and information were replaced by a while block that announced that no one but the dark knight himself was calling.

The monotone voice alerted you, killing the mood in a second and putting Dick on edge. " Fuck," he cursed under his breath, making you stop.

The lack of movement was a torture and that made you wish to tell Bruce to fuck off until you've get to cum.

"He's not going to stop," the old tired look on his face back and he couldn't help but give you an apologetic look right when the incoming call died just being brought back again.

"so let's try something different." Dick passed a hand through his hair, begging for his mind to come up with something quickly so the night wouldn't be completely ruined." You wanna be my cocksleeve?"

The boldness of his question made you laugh, this whole situation was bizarre." For real?," he shrugged, that was enough to let you know he didn't have any other idea.

"I mean, you're already doing it so..."

" yeah, but isn't Bruce calling? What if he finds out-"

Dick kissed you to shut you up, buckling up his hips up and caughtingyou off guard. "The call only allows us to see Bruce, so he'll not know what are we doing, right?"

"But I need you to be quiet, princess," Dick looked at you, his eyes firm yet filled with need and lust."Not. A. Single. Sound, understood?”

" relax, I'll be good." You whispered in his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaving a few kisses on his jawline.

When the second call was entering Dick accepted and was met with the face of Batman. He was still of the batmobile driving fast and keeping his cold eyes on the road.

"Hey B, everything's good?" It was impressive how fast Dick could change his tone of voice, it was calm and collected as if he weren't balls deep inside you, aching to drop everything and keep fucking you.

"Where were you?," Bruce demands to know in his usual firm tone.

"My bad, I had to-"

"Never mind." Bruce interrupted without flinching, even though not giving a decent answer was a relief, Dick still had to hold onto your hip, pressing you further into him to keep his cool.

" I need you to sent me the information of the doll case, alongside the profiles of this guy Tobey . I know the case is solved, but there might be new information about it."

Dick made sure to type everything Bruce was saying, frustration and the sense of duty as the chair man arising in him.

And even though you wanted to be good for him, having Dick inside of you, feeling how he had stretched you all nice and the way he thrust into you occasionally. You couldn't help but move your hips a little, wishing to get some friction to ease the need.

"Also I need you to archive the police report of Riddler's last crime and- wait, what was that?" Bruce words were far away from you, the only thing that matter was chasing your pleasure and apparently that has lead you to whimper a little bit too loud.

You were rutting into Dick, who was at the edge still trying to keep up with his mentor while ignoring the need to vent you over and fuck senseless. You were so disobedient." Nothing, I'm tired. That's all." Dick faked a yawn, clamped his calloused hand in your mouth.

"Sure," bruce said suspiciously, not wanting to dig on whatever his son was doing." Red Robin I need you to go to the east and [...]"

"I told you to be quiet," he hissed, ignoring whatever thing the bats were talking. " Does the thought of being caught turns you one? You want them to know that your being my pretty cocksleeve right now, (y/n)?"

Your head was resting on his shoulder, still rotting into him as little moans escaped your lips. Dick was delighted by them, grunting himself as nice pleasure built up again.

But he had to pay attention and keep working, so he was quick to stop you before things got louder." Stop being a brat."

"NIGHTWING," Bruce shouted,making Dick jolt. " I don't know what has gotten into you tonight, but you better stop it. "I need you to be present all times, even though things has been relatively calm, we don't know if something could go wrong."

"I know Bruce, I-" Bruce exasperated sigh made Dick tightened his jaw, he wasn't going to hear whatever Dick had to say for a moment.

"You're a grown man and a well trained vigilante, I didn't trained you to make such stupid mistakes."

And between the white noise of the city and Batman's banting, alongside side the occasional interruption of the rest of the team, Dick decides to pick up some pace and surprise you.

He was merciless, fucking away the built rage this night has given and the scolds that were filling the room was only adding fuel for him to bounce you up and down his dick as a way to escape. For him to back down and not argue.

Your mouth was open, mind lost as the joy and pleasure numbed you The only coherent thing you could do was meet Dick's thrust and help for both of you to finally cum.

Helpless moans were being said left and right." Dick, Dick, Dick" the way you were chanting his name like a prayer ignited a fire inside of him.

He wanted to hear you moaning his name forever, it was nice,better than that even." You good, baby?," he whispered, leaving open mouth kisses on your neck and and shoulder." Do you like the way I fuck you?"

With eyes screw shut you nodded, "use your words, princess. I wanna hear you." He demanded." I wanna hear you moaning my name, saying how much you like it when I fuck you in front of others. Now say it, you know I'm right."

"I like it when you fuck me," you gasped, resting your head on his shoulder before collecting your thoughts." I like being your toy."

"See? That wasn't that hard."

"The suspect was walking down the street in the 20th Avenue, he had a a serpent tattoo on his neck and [...]"

By the time the vigilantes were arguing, you were far too close to reach your climax. Needy moans were replaced by whimpers and biting down on Dick's shoulder was doing nothing to tone down the noises.

You didn't knew if his family was able to hear the wet noises or your cries, but honestly you were too wrapped in your own little bubble to care.

It was too late to care as your walls tightened around Dick's throbbing cock, you wanted the release and by the way he was panting it seemed like he wanted the same thing as you.

"Hey," you grabbed him by the jaw, planting a messy kiss on those plump lips of his as your orgams finally hit you.

"Fuck," Dick cursed, unable to hid his own whimpers as he let himself go and quickly ropes of cum were painting your insides.

You both were panting for air, trying to catch your breath and come back to reality.

"Did they heard us?" You asked while fixing your hair, still sitting cockwarming him.

"I don't think so, no" Dick checked the screen, looking for that damn microphone symbol and feeling relief at the realization that he did muted himself.

"Good cause that would've been awkward."

Normalcy reigned again, even though you both were completely sure by now that the mix of your juices was pooling down on Dick's lap.

And he pursued his lips in a thin line, enjoying having you so close to him." We should do this again." You suggested casually, making his heart flutter.

"You know what? That's a good idea." He agreed with a nod," next time I eat you out."

"Deal."

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ**✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

[bluecookies02]

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

It was always the three of us-NSFW

summary: DabiHawks is already established and the two of them are dating. You've been their best friend for years and them getting together feels like two heartbreaks at once. But- Take a guess man I dunno...I'm under the impression tht they like you too🤷‍♀️

❗️warnings❗️: slight angst (only the begging, your heart will be fine I promise), eating out, threesome, double penetration, creampie, praise...sex?

word count: 3k

Edited 13. January 2021

You're sick of it.

There's always a bittersweet taste on your tongue when the three of you hang out now.

Nothing really changed if you were trying to look at it objectively.

They still talked to you like before.

Invited you over, chilled with you, fuck even watched movies and cuddled with you.

Yet there was a string being pulled at your heart every time they kissed in front of you, held hands, whispered to each other...

You were watching a stupid comedy, your eyes blankly looking at the screen while you tried not to focus on the way their fingers tangled together, drawing small circles over each other's knuckles as they laughed at the screen.

Their hands were on the pillow that was placed in your lap, your small form in between them.

You try to focus back on the movie, ignoring the sound of cloud nine laughter that filled your ears.

You missed half of the scenes already, you can't make yourself watch it at this point, so you zone out again, falling down the rabbit hole you always find yourself in.

"Songbird, everything alright?" Keigo's worried voice snaps your attention back to reality, his brows furrowed as he stares at your glistening eyes. You don't know how much time passed but you didn't know you were so close to crying until his voice snapped you out of it.

Dabi's hands find purchase of your cheek, turning your face to him so that he could see what made Hawks turn off the TV.

You're met with blue eyes, a look of utter concern causing your skin to crawl, making it hard to fight the urge to punch something, anything.

"Talk to us doll, you know we're here" your heart shatters in pieces, hot tears piling up until they began to freely fall down your face, your fists clutching the pillow, your knuckles turning white.

They've seen you cry many times before, both of their arms flying around you to hold you tight, but your arms pushed and nagged at theirs, your small body shaking and kicking them away.

The fucking nicknames, the closeness of their bodies made you feel like you were suffocating, finally being able the breathe once they let go and you ended up on your feet.

You took a large gulp of air. You've practiced this. Replayed the sentence over and over until you learned how to say it even through tears. At this point, you couldn't keep stitching your heart up every time you spent time with then.

"I can't hang out with you guys anymore" it felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders until you looked back at them. You're gonna do this and then cry when you get back home. You got this.

"What the fuck? Why?" Dabi was the first one to speak, standing up and coming closer to you until you stepped away.

He grits his teeth and stays in place, Keigo's fingers pulling the hem of his sleeves to let you have your space.

"I...I think we at least deserve an explanation...yeah?" Keigo's broken voice surged through the room, Dabi's hand reaching out to his in an act of comfort.

Your eyes burned through their hands but you nodded nonetheless.

"After I say this I don't want to hear a word from any of you. Not a single one of pity or comfort or any of that." they hesitantly agreed, Hawks pulling Dabi back on the couch.

You began nervous laughing ,fighting the new wave of tears as you opened your mouth to speak.

"So. Haha...fuck...I'm in love with you guys. Fucking hilarious right" your forced laughter burned their ears, making them cringe.

"It was a really great time for a long while wasn't it?" you joked, clapping your hands together and squinting your eyes. You have no idea who you'll be without them, but you'll have to find out.

Two pairs of arms tackled you, almost making you fall to the floor, your feet losing balance as they held you up. You want to fight, yet you know you can't win, so your body settles for shutting down, you're ears buzzing and doing their best to cancel out any words they're about to let out.

"You're the dumbest bitch I know" Dabi mumbled into your hair, pulling you into his chest as Keigo's hands stayed on your hips. "You're such an idiot" Dabi lets out again, soothingly petting your back in an effort to calm you down.

You were a mess, mumbling confused nonsense, almost offended until Hawks reached for your chin, turning your head to him and smashing his lips against yours.

"It was always the three of us wasn't it doll?" Dabi questioned, pushing Keigo's face away and kissing you deeply.

Hawks tried to act annoyed for a second, fluffing his feathers and puffing up his cheeks before a smile fought onto his lips.

Your brain was running laps against your skull, everything feeling dizzy as you gripped at the hem of their shirts.

Dabi finally pulled away, his mouth hanging open as he caught his breath.

You thought about this possibility every passing second of your days, a small part of you hoping for something you deemed irrational. Yet it made sense, their hot breaths against your neck and airy laughs against your skin sending goosebumps all over to your tippy toes.

"Be ours, songbird" you only managed to nod, hiding your face in your hands as now happy tears welled up.

Two hot mouths kissed your knuckles, moving your fingers aways and pecking both of your cheeks and eyelids. You open your eyes, blinking the tears away.

A pair of red wings wrapped around all three of you, squeezing and flapping excitedly. They talked about this, dreamed about this, hell they won't go to the extent that they fantasized about you, and they are so mad that you had to go through this before they gathered the balls to do something about it.

You watched the two kiss sweetly, squishing you between them. A quiet moan leaves your lips when you see Dabi reaching a hand around Keigo's neck, his large palm plastered over his throat, his fingertips lightly pressing down when Hawks tried to pull away.

Your body shivered, your arms lending up to tug at the hero's hair, feasting on the small pants that left his lips when you latched onto his neck. He doesn't know whose lips he would rather chase as both of you move away.

Dabi fights against the wings, glaring at Keigo to let both of you go.

When he reluctantly complies, Dabi is quick to pick you up and drape you over his shoulder, smacking your ass and chuckling when he hears your scream. It certainly lightens the mood.

Hawks follows behind the two of you, skipping steps and closing the door behind Dabi when he enters the bedroom. He's like an overgrown puppy, excitedly waiting for a treat.

Your back hits the cushion, the villain's shirt being stripped off him by Keigo's rushing hands.

You're already rubbing your thighs together, mouth-watering as you catch a glimpse of his abs.

You don't have that much time to enjoy the view, since his hands are on you in seconds, gripping at the hem of your sweater. You sit up, raising your arms to help him out, your shirt following suit and flying to the floor carelessly. The blonde kneels on the bed, joining Dabi.

Heated hands cup your breasts kneading at the flesh while his mouth latches onto your nipple.

Hawks scoffs at his greedy boyfriend, lowering himself to your neck, mouthing at the skin as your body jolts after a particularly rough bite to your flesh. Keigo is definitely the gentle one, kissing your skin and humming softly while he takes his sweet time with you.

"He's going too fast isn't he little birdie?"

You're not sure if you can answer it...it's too much of both fast and slow, your nerves getting the best of you as he waits for your response .

Hawks gets it, he does...but he still wants to give an option of slowing down, tangling his fingers in his boyfriends hair and pulling him away only slightly.

Dabi's pierced tongue lolls out, giving a teasing flick at your hardening nub, followed by more as he swirls it around, grinning and looking up at you. The contrast of the hot tip of his tongue and the metal sending your brain into an overdrive.

He's still held back by Keigo, but he doesn't fight the pull, instead he finds himself unbearably hard from being bossed around like this.

You pull him back by the nape of his neck, Hawks' grip loosening so that you can stuff his mouth full of your plump flesh.

That is enough of an answer to him.

Keigo's fingers trail your stomach, ghosting over your belly before going to the buttons of your pants. He waits for a few moments, leaning his forehead against yours, pecking your lips before moving in between your legs.

Once you lightly nod, he unbuttons them with ease, moving down to pull them off your legs.

You look down at Dabi, eyeing the numerous hickeys on your tits. He looks up, darting his tongue out and licking over the bruised marks, smirking when you swallow over the lump in your throat. Your skin there is now mostly purple and red, some patches even grazed with small specks of blood threatening to seep out.

You hear a ruffle of feathers, a blush plastered across Keigo's cheeks as he inches his hand closer to your panties. He can see how wet you are, the material sopping up your arousal. His touch is gentle but heavenly good, his fingers gliding between your clothed folds.

Keigo's free hand grips the bulge in his pants, trying to ease some of the pressure by pressing on it.

Dabi moves to sit behind you, spreading his legs for your tiny form and pulling you against his chest. He had his fill for now and he wants to watch the show. He knows Hawks looks pretty with his mouth full.

He lifts you up so that the hero can slip the panties off, sitting you back down and spreading your legs once the layer isn't in the way anymore.

Cold air hits your exposed heat, your pussy clenching around nothing. You would be ashamed if you didn't hear the low growl coming from Hawks as he settled his face between your thighs. You smell fucking delicious, blood rushing to his ears as he takes a look at your sex.

His wings tighten against his back before spreading  out when he takes the first lick. You lean all of your weight onto Dabi when Keigo's hands dig into the back of your thighs, opening them out as he starts lapping at your cunny.

Dabi's breath hits your ear, a shudder rumbling through his chest when your pliant body humps against the blonde's tongue. His large hands snake up to play with your breasts, kneading the tortured nub between his fingers as he ghosts over the marks he left on you.

Turning your head to him, you pull him in a kiss, moaning when Keigo circles two digits over your sex.

You impatiently wiggle your hips to push them in, combing your fingers into his hair to will him on.

Dabi's arm is now securely wrapped around your belly, holding you tight while he explores your mouth, his piercing clicking against your teeth.

You taste like everything he needs and more, his bulge throbbing in his sweats and against your body, impatient to finally have you.

"Hawks." his voice is stern but begging, urging his boyfriend to stretch you out already.

You're already so wet, and the two digits slip in and out with ease, your juices gushing in Keigo's palm all while his tongue doesn't stop swirling at your clit.

Dabi impatiently slips his cock out of his sweats, raising you up to push against Kei's fingers.

Hawks scolds him, but pulls out nonetheless, guiding Dabi's length over your slit, silking him up in his own spit. You mewl when he prodes at your entrance, biting your lip as you wait for the stretch.

It burns, but you feel so heavenly full, His large cock pushing to the hilt in one slow thrust, His tip fitting snuggly against your cervix.

Dabi's breathing is ragged and heavy on your shoulder, his eyes shut tight as he savors the warmth of your cunt.

"Fuck Keigo, you have no idea what you're missing out on."

You look down at the blonde, his tongue darting out to lick along Dabi's base, going between his cock and your pussy, mouthing at where the two of you connect.

Hawks is somewhat keeping his cool but his cock humps against the bed, his whole body swaying as if he's dragging his dick along your skin.

Dabi slowly ruts into you, deep and torturous. Your eyes widen when you feel a finger try to push in, the villains' movement coming to a stop as he tries to comfort you. Tears start pricking in your eyes, your legs trying desperately to close as you urge them to stay open. You want it, you truly fucking do, but when you feel another try to slip past your tight walls you're not sure if you're gonna stay conscious. There's already no place left just from Dabi alone and shit, you feel like screaming.

"Please baby, I promise it'll feel better soon, can you be a good girl for us hmmm?I believe in you..." Keigo's voice rings in your ears, your half-lidded eyes looking at your stretched pussy, watching the fingers pump knuckles deep in and and out, dragging between Dabi's cock and your walls.

You're so fucking wet and covered in slick, your folds glossy in your essence, pooling around Dabi's shaft.

A warm hand rests on your belly, easing your muscles, and relaxing you. There's a third finger pushing against the first two, the stretch surprisingly not as painful as the previous.

Keigo leans over you, kissing away the tears that ran down your cheeks, massaging the ravenette's arousal with the pads of his fingers.

"We're so so proud of you dove...Thank you so much" your chest swells with pride, a wide smile adorning your face. You do feel like you're being tricked with these comments but it doesn't matter, they seem to work.

The blonde pulls the other man in a kiss, slipping his fingers out of your core as he aligns his head with your cunt.

Both of them move to each side of your face, placing their lips at the corners of your mouth. You gulp, filling your lungs and holding your breath.

Your hands fist Keigo's shirt, pulling and almost ripping the poor thing apart when he prods the tight rim. Fuck it's so hard to breathe, air practically knocked out of you, your shaky hands wrapping around Hawks.

Inch by inch, he bottoms out, groaning at the tightness around his dick.

Minutes pass by, your boyfriends lavishing and worshiping your skin with kisses and gentle touches, loving every part of you they could reach.

The hero's wings wrap protectively around both of you when he starts moving, his head pressed against your shoulder.

Dabi seems to pick up the pace too, thrusting in as soon as Keigo almost pulls out. The rhythm isn't rushed at first, both of them moaning with each throb of your walls around their lengths.

They're taking their sweet time, angling their hips experimentally, noting the way your body shakes at each perfect plow into your cunt.

It's too good and too much, the knot in your tummy already threatening to snap loose. And the boys are on the verge of their highs too, gradually becoming more and more greedy, not pulling out almost at all, pounding and rutting against your cervix.

Dabi's grip on you tightens, trying to keep your body in place as he and Hawks rock into your pussy. Keigo moves from the crook of your neck, raising his hand to get a hold of the villain's jaw, smashing their lips together .

You're squished in between them as they moan into each other's mouth groaning when they feel you squeezing around them.

They're gonna cream you so good, pump their seed into your hole and make you so so full...you'll never settle for anything less after them and they fucking know it.

Your eyes swell with tears as you feel the knot finally snapping loose, you don't want it to end, you don't want them to ever move away from you but your body works against you, bringing you to the most powerful orgasm you ever felt, surging through your muscles and making them flex and clench.

Both of them look at eachother, eyes wide and blown with lust as they cum at the same time, hot seed coating your walls and leaking down Dabi's shaft.

They're panting, their foreheads touching as they caress your body all over.

"I love you..." Hawks says breathlessly, his eyes closed and his wings folding against his back, giving you all room to move and breathe.

He slips out, causing the rest of their cum to seep out. Dabi scoffs at the mess smeared over his length and thighs, slowly handling your body and moving you off his lap.

Dabi picks you up and Hawks chuckles. "You like carrying them huh?"

It earns him a glare, placing you in the heroes arms and making his way to the bathroom.

"I.Have.My.Own.Cum...Dripping down my ass" he hisses out making Keigo wheeze, almost tumbling over and dropping you.

You can't help but smile, nuzzling your head into your winged boyfriend's shoulder.

Everything clicked in place finally, your eyes closing in comfort as you let them take care of everything...take care of you.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

been a hot minute since I wrote something a bit longer but here we r.

Please leave a comment and reblog cause I'm a whore for feedback, tnx💕

requests:closed

commissions:open

Ko-Fi | Patreon

[mashiraostail]

Hi! Can I get Midnight, Aizawa and Presentation Michael coming home late to see their S/O snuggled up on the couch having fell asleep waiting for them? 😌💜

PRESENT MICHAEL SUPREMACY!! Ofc I can do tht for you! I hope you enjoy it’s under da cut (:<

Nemuri: You always felt bad when you didn’t wait up for her, what if she was hurt or needed help with something? So you usually made yourself comfortable on the couch and tried to get some extra work done, or watch something interesting while you waited for her, and 9/10 times you managed to stay up. Tonight was just impossible though. The more you tried to work the more tired you got, and whatever you put on the television just served as perfect white noise for sleeping, no matter how interesting you would normally find it. All you could do was lean further and further into the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. It’s just impossible to keep your eyes open, no matter how hard you try.  Nemuri was just glad to be home, she liked being a hero sure, most heroes do. But jeeze night patrols always sucked, villains should consider bedtimes, and the fact that you were definitely waiting up for her, she felt like she told you every time she got stuck with a night patrol not to wait up but you always tried to, she appreciated it but you had your own things to do and you needed to rest for them-oh.  You were asleep, fast asleep, curled up into the corner of the couch, a knitted blanket wrapped around your shoulders, the TV was barely audible and your laptop was discarded beside you, the screen dim now.  “If you sleep like that you’ll be sore tomorrow.” She puts her hands on your knees where they’re pulled up to your chest. The sleepy breath you take in as your eyes open is really just precious.  “‘m not sore-” You barely snuffle it out rubbing your face into the crook of your elbow and leaning back further into the welcoming couch cushions.  “Maybe not yet.” She sits down beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulder.  “Don’t try n..use your quirk on me..It won’t work..’m used to it by now.” You mutter as she pulls you into her chest she’s pressing a line of kisses to your temple.  “No, I wouldn’t do something so untrustworthy like that. You just look so precious I wanted a hug.” To be honest, in your current state you couldn’t tell if it was her quirk making you drowsy or just the comfort of being so close to her lulling you back into sleep. “All curled up waiting for me like that.” She’s practically cooing at you and all it does is produce a fuzzy feeling all the way from the pit of your stomach up to the apples of your cheeks.  “‘n case you needed me....I figured..” You wrap an arm around her waist and shuffle closer to her nearly buzzing with affection for her and she laughs, “how thoughtful. Why don’t we head off to bed now? Honestly, I’m exhausted too.” She laments and untangles your body from hers even as you protest. “What, you want me to carry you?” She grins and you shake your head.  “No..no you just worked all night I can walk-” You stand up and stretch, pulling your arms above your head and letting out a groan, “I didn’t even ask how your night was, I’m sorry Muri, I feel so selfish right now-” Before you can finish her hands clamp down on your shoulders and she pulls you into her chest again,  “honestly you’re too adorable.” She protests, “if I wasn’t already in love with you I have no clue what I’d do with the way you make me feel sometimes. You’re way too sweet for your own good.”  “I’m gonna fall asleep standing up if you keep holding onto me like this Muri..” You repine, bringing your arms around her back.  She laughs at that, “okay, okay.” She squeezes you again before letting you go.  “You ‘rnt hurt at all are you?” You follow close behind her as you head down the hall.  “No, it wasn’t a very busy night.” It sort of was, but she felt awful keeping you up anymore when you looked like you were about to fall over. “I’m just gonna clean up. Go to sleep.” “I can wait-”  “I like your sleeping face. Don’t worry about it.” You don’t protest that and climb into bed, it barely takes you 5 minutes to knock out. When she gets back she spends a little bit of time admiring you before getting into bed herself and getting close to you. 

Aizawa: He worked mostly at night. Honestly, when you first got together he didn’t expect it to last this long, he thought it’d be a one or two-time thing, maybe an occasional call back for old times sake but, now you practically live together.  And now he told you to stop waiting up what felt like every other night. You couldn’t help worrying though, and that made it hard to not wait up for him, you didn’t mind you slept well enough when he got back so it wasn’t like you were hurting yourself or anything, despite what he thought. You just got some extra work done, it sort of helped you out to be honest you were always ahead of the game. But it was later than normal today, at first it made worry gnaw at your stomach but you got a text from him saying he’d be late, don’t wait up and just go to bed. You still decide to try and wait up for him though. As it gets later your work just becomes fuzzy and hazed, you figure it’d be ok to lay your head down for a little.. The last thing he wanted was to teach tomorrow. He loved his students (though he may not say it to them so bluntly) but even he got burnt out at times. He’d been stuck out later than normal, he wondered humorlessly as he made his way home if villains ever got bored, doing the same thing over and over again, losing every time. He’d get bored if he lost all the time, at least winning was fun. The only thing that annoyed him was keeping you up so late, he wished villains would be a little more considerate of people’s sleep schedules. He guessed that's what made them villains though. He hopes you just went to bed after he texted, he hated hitting a lead so late but it wasn’t like he could have turned it away. At least it didn’t take as long as he’d worried it would. He knew you’d say it was no big deal, that you weren’t even tired but he could always see right through you, maybe that was part of why he liked you so much, you were transparent to him completely on accident and yet also totally on purpose. It wasn’t like you had an easy cushy job yourself, you need your rest too, and if he was being honest- Well..the least you could have done was gotten into bed. He huffs a soft laugh out of his nose. So what was meant to be a little shut-eye..turned into a full sleep. You were laying on your stomach, one arm dangling off the couch the other under your cheek, your shirt rode halfway up your back and the blanket you’d been using had been kicked down your legs reviling your shorts. You were even drooling.  “Hey.” He can’t help dropping his hand on the exposed skin of your back, “you’ll catch a cold out here.”  “‘m not cold.” You don’t even open your eyes, your nose wrinkles up with a deep breath, “‘s warm in here.”  “That’s not how I meant.” His eyes flick briefly downwards to your legs, the blanket bunched up in the back of your knees. You snuffle wordlessly at him and nestle into the pillow between your arm and face. He crouches down beside you, “I’m home now, go to bed.” His hand slides all the way up to rest between your shoulder blades. It just made your eyelids heavier. He leans forward enough to press a kiss to your shoulder, left exposed by your tanktop.  “I’m gonna clean up, think you can make it to bed on your own?” He rests his forehead against your shoulder and you hum, “mhm..”  “Alright, I’ll meet you in there.”   You did not get up. When he rounds the corner into your bedroom and finds the bed still empty he figures it was to be expected. You were still there, you’d rolled over stomach exposed now, and raising and falling slowly with sleepy breaths.  “Hey.” He’s crouching down again, “come on.” If anyone told him back then he’d be so affectionate now he’d probably laugh, but now all he could think about was pressing his lips to the soft skin of your stomach. So he does. You just hum a hand coming up to his hair,  “oh, Shouta you’re back.”  You feel his lips break into a smile against your skin.  “Yeah I’m back.” He slides his arm under your legs, “let’s go to bed-”  “No, no no don’t carry me it’s fine.” You stop him, “it’s late. You worked this whole time? You must be tired.” You yawn as you sit up. He looked happy for someone who’d just spent all night chasing criminals around in circles.  “You seem like you’re in a good mood.” You stand up and stretch before dropping your arms over his shoulders sleepily, “good night?”  He makes a non-commital noise at that, “eh.” His hands hold your arms as you lean up to kiss him. “I’m just glad to be back.” 

Hizashi: You just liked waiting up, you knew you sitting awake in your apartment while Hizashi ran around doing his thing wouldn’t keep him any safer really. But you couldn’t help it. It made you feel just a little better, and plus Hizashi looked thrilled every time he came back to you waiting up, even as he insisted you could have gone to bed you could tell he was delighted that you’d thought about him. You didn’t mind it, you could catch up on work or watch the shows your friends were always talking about that you couldn’t find the time for, or, like tonight you could just enjoy the peace and quiet with a dim lamp and a good book. You loved Hizashi but quiet like this was rare. He wasn’t deafeningly loud all the time but he always carried an air of white noise with him, clicking of heels, tapping fingers, quiet humming. The continued quiet made you drowsier than you’d like to admit, and you did suppose you’d had a longer day than normal. You lean against the arm of the couch settling onto your side. A little shut-eye would be fine, you didn’t think you’d be able to sleep on the couch too long anyways.  Yes knowing you were waiting up for him certainly did make him work a little harder. Every time he thought about you he got fuzzy with pride. You thought about him when he wasn’t around? You worried about him? He just had to do his best to get back to you as soon as possible so you could have a good night’s sleep. Honestly didn’t villains realize it? Some people have partners waiting up for them. (He was some people). He may or may not remind every villain he came across in any of his overtime of that. It was exhausting, but on his way home all he could think about was climbing into bed with you, feeling your fingers comb through his hair, letting you pull his head into your chest as you told him to get some rest. He opens the door expecting to see you propped up against the couch, reading, on your phone maybe. But you were curled up there, under a thin blanket. He’s sort of embarrassed of just how much his heart swells at the sight of you. He can’t help crouching beside you, getting down to eye level. Your arm and shoulder are exposed over the blanket, and your bare calf pokes out the other end.  “Hey, you.” He reaches out and slides his palm from your shoulder down to your elbow, “go to bed, I’m back.”  Your eyes open and you can’t help leaning toward him a little, “oh, Zashi, welcome back. Sorry, I fell asleep..” You murmur and he grins, “it’s alright, missed me so much you couldn’t even sleep in our bed without me, huh? What are we gonna do with you?” The sleepy smile you offer him and how quiet your voice is when you reply, “oh I don’t know. I’m just hopeless, aren’t I?” Sends about a million arrows straight through his heart. He’s glad he’s not standing, his legs would definitely be wobbly right now. You sit up and look down at him, “completely hopeless, huh?” He puts his hands on your knees and shakes his head “I don’t know about completely hopeless..” He felt like the hopeless one here, he bridges the gap between your lips. You let out a thankful sigh into it, it’s been so long, he’s had you like this for so long and you still made him feel like this? He really was embarrassed. “I’m glad you’re back.” You reach out and take his face in your hands, “was your night alright?” No thoughts, head empty. He just nods, your laugh makes his whole chest burst.  “Long?” He nods again.  “You’re bleeding.” You frown, “let’s clean you up?” He felt stupid, ditzy honestly. When you stand and pull him up to his feet all he can do is follow you.  “You can go to bed..If you’re tired. It’s just some scrapes.” He feels you take his hands in yours, “nothing major. You seem exhausted.”  “Mhm..no..” You wave, taking his hand with yours as you do, “I’d rather go to bed with you anyways...if you don’t mind that is.” He feels his soul leave his body at that. “Thanks for worrying about me.” Is all the response he can manage, “I’m really lucky to have you looking out for me.” 

[noyasboxdye]

Character: Kenma K. Header creds: @leekn6w​ Song: I’m loving your vibe by Xavier Goodman !!WARNINGS!!: College/University AU, Smoking/Drug Usage, Male! Reader Title: Cute Party boy

You had been sitting in the corner of someone's house deciding to finally give up on finding your friends knowing that they had probably already found some random guy to hook up with. Looking around and watching the drunk young adults grind, sing, dance, scream and drink the night away you finally had enough of sitting there, you stood up from your seat walking into the kitchen and looking at the several different arrangements of drinks noticing they had fireball, whiskey, tequila, gin, brandy, and several other things in one section then having the beer in another.

Not wanting anything to hard and hating beer you went for the fruit punch pouring your cup 3/4 of the way and walking up the stairs making the decision not to open any closed doors knowing that one or several of your friends could be in that room doing things you didn't want to vision your friends doing right now. Noticing a slightly open door, seeing smoke continuously flowing out of the room as people go in and out some alone some with friends or partners.

Finally concluding that you didn't have anything to do and you were tired of being so sober you walked into the room the aroma of weed and what you think is vanilla and strawberry flavored juul pods. Sitting down on the couch near a window, trying to stay your farthest from the two men you were on the couch next to.

Pulling out your pod and taking a longer hit then you would usually and exhaling taking note to the pudding head and black haired male next to him who had been taking glances and staring on and off for about 20 minutes now. Taking your phone out trying to figure out why your phone had been vibrating in your back pocket continuously for a few minutes now. Rolling your eye seeing that your mother had been calling you and texting you nonstop making sure you were studying for your tests that weren't happening till like 3 months.

Texting your mother and telling her that you've been studying all week and its 10pm on a Saturday and you had been cramming for the past week and a half with barely any breaks. Turning your phone off whilst rolling your eyes. Noticing that the two boys across from you were still continuing to stare at you, you stared back at the two hoping that it would make them stop.

Them finally stopping you go on your phone texting your friends once more as an attempt to check on them even though you knew that at least two of them were together. "Hey..." the bed head said. "Uhm- hi." you said not really in the mood to talk to anyone right now. "I know we've been staring at you for a while now and sorry for that, but my friend said your beautiful/handsome and he would love it if you gave him his number." he said with a slight smirk on his face. "Well I mean sure but only if he comes over and asks himself." you say looking at the bi haired colored boy.

"Okay- wait sorry hold on." hurriedly getting up from the old beaten up couch with a smile on his face walking back over the his friend and whispering in his ear while pointing at you, the shorter boy blushes with a smile on his face getting up from his chair and awkwardly shuffling over to you. Sitting next to you and smiling the blush on his cheeks becoming more prominent.

"Hey... sorry about my friend. I told him to leave you alone, but he didn't listen." he said rubbing the back of his neck. "It's fine... so what's your name." you said as you took a hit from your juul "My names Kenma. What's yours?" he said finally starting to seem a little bit comfortable with you. "(M/N)" you said holding your hand out to shake his hand a warm smile coming across your face as you feel his skin contact yours.

"Your pretty to by the way." you say moving your phone out of your back pocket not liking the feeling of your mother blowing up your phone against your butt cheek. "What-?" Kenma said look up at you with wide eyes. "Your friend told me you thought I was pretty/handsome, so I said your pretty." You said smiling. "Oh ah- thanks." he said with a slight chuckle tucking some stray strands of hair behind his ear frowning slightly.

"You going to ask for my number or do I have to." you said smirking slightly in a more teasing/sensual tone, the smirk becoming wider and more prominent when that heavy blush that dusted his cheeks earlier dusted them once again. "You look like a strawberry again Kenma." you state teasing him once again and making his blush deeper. "So- uhm can I have your number... then." he says pointing at the phone on your thigh.

"Yeah sure give me your phone right quick" he says giggling a bit at how shy he was. "Yeah sure- here..." he says practically glowing and shaking a little from excitement. "Uh I called my number so your number should be in my phone now, and my contact name is my name. I didn't know what you wanted it as, so I put it as that." you said handing him his phone back and half way making sure he noticed. "Okay thanks I'll call you tonight to make sure you get home- if that's okay with you."

"Yeah it's fine with me. And I'll do the same if I leave before you." you said your voice lowering slightly as you start to become calmer and more comfortable around him. "Okay cool. You want a drink-" he says not knowing what to do now his mind creating an awkward atmosphere that wasn't even there. "Yeah sure. They didn't have anything good though which is why I got juice before." you said warning him that nothing good would be in the downstairs kitchen.

"Yeah I got mostly juice too. My friend wanted me to get a little tipsy so he wasn't drunk alone." he said you both walking down stairs as Kenma texts Kuroo letting him know where he was going so he would leave without him, it happened once and he'll never allow it to happen ever again. "Kool-Aid or Hawaiian punch?" you said as you chose something from the fridge. "Kool-Aid... duh." Kenma said laughing a bit.

"Which flavor?" you say. "Purple and red." answered checking his phone. "You like purple! I love purple too everyone I meet hates purple." you say a childlike grin on your face. (Yes, ur getting excited over Kool-Aid. The purple flavor deserves more hype!!) "Kenma!" the boy from earlier said hurriedly walking over to you both. "Yes kuroo." he said drinking out of his cup, you laughing a bit noticing he drinks like a 1st grader after they just got done playing outside.

"It's almost 3 we got to go. You have class at like 8 and my class is an hour before yours so let's go." Kuroo said ready to drag him away. "Well I have to go I have a pretty early class tomorrow, but I'll be sure to call you." he said making sure he had everything he originally came with in his pockets. "Yeah sure bye Kenma and..." pausing waiting for Kuroo to tell you his name again. "Oh! Kuroo my names Kuroo."

"And Kuroo. We'll talk later 'mkay?" you said smiling at Kuroo then going to look back at Kenma. "Yeah sure I'll probably text you first by the way." he said him and Kuroo grabbing each other's hands and saying bye. Checking the time, the realization finally settling in that your friends were still missing, and it was almost 3 in the morning.

'Jesus fucking christ where the hell are these fuckers' you think to yourself storming back up the steps your patients being thin to none. 'On my mommy if these hoes fucking somebody I'm leaving' putting your ear up to at least 4 different doors before you finally found them, seeing one friend passed out in the bathroom and the others scattered around the room.

"My god what did you guys get yourselves into" you said finally feeling the exhaustion that you were suppressing throughout the past two weeks. "Ty's sick and vomiting it's guts out in the bathroom, Isaiah's knocked he's been like that for about an hour now, and Alex was crying but ink's now under the desk over there... and I didn't drink a lot so I'm fine." your friend said you trying to find Alex.

"Ok well its... 5 minutes away from being 4 am.", "Okay..."

**Timeskip**

After taking everyone home and making sure they got in bed safely you and your friend Malik both shared an uber back to both of your houses. Finally reaching the comfort of your room you go to your connected bathroom and start getting ready for the night. Taking a shower, doing your skin care, getting a snack while putting on your show starting to finally calm down.

Finally finishing your food getting up to brush your teeth and going back to your room pressing play to your show again. Turing on your night light and finally laying down. Jumping slightly when you hear you phone go off completely forgetting about it. Turning over to your nightstand to get your phone. Confused when an unknown number shows up on your phone.

In your messages

Unknown: Hey this (M/N) right?

You: Who's this .-.

Unknown: It's Kenma we met at the party... remember?

You: Oh yeah, it's (M/N)

You: Hey Kenma

Cute party boy: Hey (M/N)

Cute party boy: hru?

You: I'm doing good hbu?

Cute party boy: I'm doing good :)

Cute party boy: srry for texting u so late btw I just wanted to do it now, so I didn't forget lol.

You: No worries you're fine :)

Cute party boy: Alr good.

Cute party boy: did you make it home ok or are you still at the party?

You: no I ended up finding my friends after you left so I'm home now.

You: hbu?

Cute party boy: yeah I made it home fine lol

Cute party boy: Did you want to hang out again?

You: yh sure when

Cute party boy: are you busy on Sundays?

You: no Sundays are usually free for me

Cute party boy: you wanna hang out tomorrow

You: yh tht works lol

Cute party boy: mk well i gtg im tired so goodnight :D

You: yh same goodnight sweet dreams and sleep well

Cute party boy: you too sweet dreams and sleep well

After saying your goodbyes to Kenma you put your phone back on the dresser watching a few episodes of your show, finally slipping off into peaceful sleep.

[ashesonthefloor]

oh, captain, let's make a deal (where we both say the things that we both really feel)

summary: Ashton strikes a bet with Michael to get him to ask Calum out. It doesn't go according to plan. ao3 found here

prompt: "Person A bets that they can get Person B to go out on a date with them via Person C or a group of people etc, but what the 3rd party doesn't know is that persons A and B are already dating" from @thenervousduckwrites except, as expected, I didn't stick to that

content rating: PG-13 (cursing, probably, one allusion to sex, alcohol)

word count: 1422 words (short baby <3)

A/N: look at me! this is the first time I've posted something I've written since November! look at me go! but anyway, yes. if anyone has any other cute short prompts, I will happily take them. I make no promises about whether I'll get to them or how quickly, though. and as always, I happily take validation <3

--

“Alright, Christ, that’s the fourth time you’ve brought Calum up in the last thirty minutes,” Ashton interrupted Michael mid-rant. Michael frowned and sipped his soda, leaning back (harder than necessary, to prove a point) into Ashton’s stupidly comfortable couch.

“And?” Michael asked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with me talking about Calum so much? Who else am I supposed to be talking about him to?”

Ashton shrugged one shoulder. “My point is maybe you should be talking about him less and talking to him more. Why don’t you just ask him out already?”

Michael hummed, nice and noncommittal, and just sipped his drink. “Dunno.” He slumped down a little against the couch, messing up the back of his hair. “I just haven’t.”

Ashton sighed and Michael had to hold in his pleased smile at frustrating him so easily. And all it had taken was several weeks of talking nonstop about Calum almost every time they hung out to wear him down. Ha. Take that, Ashton. “I’m sure he likes you. Didn’t he compliment your eyes last week?” Michael nodded his affirmative. “And didn’t he literally spend the night with you the week before that?” Michael nodded again. “So he obviously likes you, Mike. What’s it gonna take you to actually ask him out?”

Now it was Michael’s turn to sigh, and he made it as loud and dramatic as possible. Just to make sure Ashton was fully and properly annoyed. That was mostly how their friendship worked. Michael loved him, so he annoyed him as much as humanly possible. And Ashton put up with it because he loved him back. It was absolutely perfect.

“Look, I bet you your next pizza he’ll say yes.” Ashton wasn’t the smartest person if he thought that would get Michael to stop talking about Calum. If they went out, Michael would only start talking about him more. The bet really only benefited Michael. But, being the opportunistic person he was, he decided against pointing it out. Ashton wasn’t an idiot - not usually, at least - so it was better to avoid patronizing him by letting him know, anyway. Or that was what Michael told himself, trying to pretend his reasons for accepting the bet were because he didn’t want to insult Ashton by turning it down and thus sullying his integrity. Or something like that.

Michael tilted his head, pretending to consider it. “What if he says no?”

Ashton huffed slightly. He didn’t need to say anything; Michael spoke Ashton (a side effect of being friends with him for so long), and that was as good as him saying it wasn’t going to happen. “Then you apologize to me for talking so much about a guy that doesn’t care about you.”

“And you apologize for being wrong. And I get bragging rights about it,” Michael added, quick to sweeten the bargain. Would Calum say no? Probably not, but he was going to make sure he was covered just in case. He didn’t want to have to deal with a broken heart and not get to blame Ashton at least slightly.

“Yeah, sure.” Ashton shook his head and sipped his soda again. That meant that he didn’t believe he’d say no, but he’d given up on arguing with Michael. Michael almost missed not having Ashton in his head.

“You’re on, then. It’s a bet.” Michael held a hand out expectantly, waiting for Ashton to shake it.

Ashton held his gaze for a moment, not reaching for his hand. “Ah ah ah. You’ve got two weeks to ask him out.”

“Fine,” Michael agreed. Only then did Ashton reach out and shake his hand. God, he drove a hard bargain. “Now you’re on.”

-----------------------------------

Michael’s phone vibrated on the table exactly two weeks later, while he was busy getting his hair played with, head on Calum’s thigh. He let out a dramatic huff and gave Calum his best puppy dog eyes. Like with Ashton, he and Calum had made their own silent language, communicating with nothing but subtle head tilts and eye contact. It was just better with Calum because, well, it was Calum. So he didn’t have to ask for anything before Calum let out a soft laugh and wordlessly passed him his phone, scratching at Michael’s scalp a little, before turning his attention back to whatever shitty movie was playing on the TV.

Ashton: It’s been two weeks. You ask him yet?

Michael: yea, got a date 4 tmr

Ashton: Nice! I knew he’d say yes

Ashton: I’m out with Luke tomorrow

Fucker probably knew Michael would want to gossip about the date after it happened and was preemptively saying no.

Ashton: You and Calum could grab drinks or something with us afterward? If you don’t think it’s too soon

Michael: nah tht sounds pretty good. c u then?

Ashton: 👍

Michael tipped his head back slightly to look at Calum properly. He was gorgeous from this angle, too. Which was honestly just more proof that he was some sort of otherworldly deity or something, because no one at all should look so good from below like this. “Hey, do you wanna grab drinks with my friends tomorrow?”

Calum pulled his attention away from the movie to look down at Michael with that stupidly fond smile Michael was starting to get used to. “Yeah, sure, that sounds fun.” He scratched at his scalp again. “Like a double date thing or like a me meeting your friends thing?”

Michael paused. “Uh, both? It’s Ashton and Luke, so...maybe a bit of both.”

Calum hummed, gaze shifting back to the TV. It didn’t stop Michael from feeling exposed, still, suddenly vulnerable under the weight of his feelings. “That sounds fun.”

-----------------------------------

The evening had gone splendidly. Michael hadn’t really expected any less; Calum was such a sweet, caring person, and spending time with him was so easy and effortless. Dating him was just the same, only better, because now he got to hold his hand, and Calum didn’t hold back his fond or adoring looks anymore. Suffice to say, it was pretty perfect.

Calum got along just as well with Ashton and Luke, Michael was pleased to learn. He bantered back and forth with Ashton just as well as Michael did - maybe better, but Michael wasn’t about to admit that - and he was sweet with Luke.

Everything went well until Calum was coming back from the bathroom and heard Ashton make some stupid joke about Michael asking him out properly.

“What’ll it take you to ask him to be your boyfriend?” Ashton teased. “Will I have to bet you a week’s worth of pizza for you to get your courage?”

“What do you mean ask me?” Calum asked, confused. “I asked Michael to be my boyfriend earlier this week.”

Ashton’s eyebrows raised immediately. Uh oh. “You’re boyfriends?”

Michael flushed and gave Ashton a sheepish smile. “Uh...yeah?”

“Since when?”

“Since Tuesday…?”

“It’s Saturday. How did you not tell me-”

“I’ve been distracted,” Michael said helplessly, looking at Calum and doing his best pleading look to get some backup. Luke had gone to get their next round of drinks, and Calum liked him, so surely he wouldn’t mind.

Calum nodded. “It’s true, he’s been distracted. He’s spent every night since then at my place.” Michael nodded along with him before flushing darker at the implications and tipping his head back against the sticky back of the booth immediately, prepared to die right then and there of embarrassment.

Ashton shook his head slightly. “He’s been talking about you for weeks, I’m surprised he didn’t mention that you asked him out when it happened.”

Calum grinned. “For weeks, huh?”

Ashton gave him a returning grin. The same grin that meant nothing but trouble, that he was about to stir up shit in Michael’s life. “Yep. For weeks. I’ve heard about how pretty your eyes are at least thirty-seven times now.”

Ashton continued, and Michael resigned himself to being mortified for the rest of the evening, if not the rest of his life. Maybe introducing the two of them had been a horrible idea. Deep down, though, he was sort of giddy at the fact that they were getting along so well, even if they were teaming up to make Michael’s life a living hell. Finding Calum had been like the last puzzle piece slotting into place, rounding out his life into something whole and balanced and perfect. And he wouldn’t change it for the world, even if he had to endure a little mortification.

[angeltrapz]

m sorry ur havin a rough night, but i come bearing Chainshipping asks 💙💙 I wld love to hear ur thoughts on Adam teaching Diana photography, n how Lawrence feels seein her bond w Adam! + also favorite lil things they do to surprise each other, when they know th other is havin a rough day but not admitting it, or just bc they thought th other wld like it— lil stuff to make each other smile. + bonus, as far as the polycule goes bc we’ve both kinda touched on tht it takes a lil while to warm up to th idea, how do u think tht conversation goes between Adam + Lawrence, n who is th first other member where Lawrence is like “oh hey, I love them too”

thank u,,, I appreciate it sm <33 I always love getting asks frm u!!

Adam + Diana bonding over photography:

ohhh my gosh that would be adorable!!! I feel like it takes a little while for Lawrence to feel comfortable with having Adam and Diana interact - not bc he doesn't trust Adam or think he'd be a bad influence, but just bc he wanted to be sure things were going to work out between them; he didn't want to put Diana through that, have her get attached to someone who might end up not sticking around (again, not bc he thought he and Adam would split! he just wanted to make sure they were established for a while is all). but the moment he does? ohhhh these two melt his heart on the regular.

I kind of have this belief that Adam is good with kids, but not even he knows why? he has a heart fr kids, he can't help it, but he certainly didn't see himself becoming involved w someone who already had children,, that being said he loves Diana, and she loves him just as much!! it's kind of similar to the Daniel situation but leaning more toward the parental side of things; she just thinks he's about the coolest adult she knows and it's very evident. so they get along really well and god does it make Lawrence happy - honestly, it only serves to make him fall harder. Adam lets Diana paint his nails and will paint hers, he builds pillow forts for them to hide in, he'll read to her before bed, things like that; it's honestly not a surprise that she's interested in his photography!

the very first time she asks him about it, it starts with her being like "this is really cool!! how did you get so good at doing that??" and Adam's just sort of like. You Think That's Cool?? and that's kind of when he starts to become aware of how highly Diana thinks of him,, he needs a whole moment later where he just hides his face in Lawrence's chest and breathes through it bc Holy Shit. this is also where it kinda starts to set in for him that like, this is his family. (the next time he has a moment like that is when she calls him dad for the first time, but that's later down the line!)

hdkjsaf anyway. I feel like he wld be really excited to share this with Diana!! knowing that she's genuinely interested in it helps a lot and the fact that she's such a visual/hands-on learner like himself also helps things along!! I really like the idea that he gets her one of those disposable cameras to kind of give her a chance to explore it herself, so like the three of them will be at the park, Adam and Lawrence sat on one of the benches (when Adam isn't chasing her around the playground), while Diana runs around (within their line of sight, of course) and takes pictures of everything she finds interesting + worth capturing and Lawrence just sort of sighs and says "she's having so much fun. I love you." and Adam's just. "I love you too,,, 🥺🥺" it's so overwhelmingly domestic that Adam just needs a second to sit w it,,

Diana's also a quick learner so it's really cool when they compare her pictures to ones she takes later on!! it's definitely something that serves to strengthen their bond and kind of the catalyst for Adam to realize Hey, Diana Loves Me Too (ESP bc I feel like Adam would be super nervous around her at first, due to being Lawrence's new partner/not Alison, so her approval actually does mean a lot to him,, I gotta be honest I think abt chainshipping + Diana family dynamics all the time)!!

for Lawrence it's just like. Diana's approval ALSO means the world to him. he Loves seeing his partner and his daughter getting along so well; Lawrence didn't ever really envision himself being divorced prior to their game (even if he and Alison had discussed it/at least a separation of sorts), so he's kind of unsure about navigating dating after something like that, especially where Diana is concerned, so to have her love Adam just as much as he does is so so important. he definitely tears up over it sometimes, he can't help it. these are his two favourite people.

-

little things they do fr each other:

for surprises I think they're relatively lowkey just bc neither of them really like Big surprises,, most times it consists of smth like "I saw this and thought of you!" or "I thought you'd like this so I picked it up!" and that's more than enough for them. occasionally though they Do like the spoil each other in their own special ways, so sometimes Lawrence will come home from work and the entire apartment is clean, there's music playing from that little stereo they have, and there's Adam in the kitchen with flour and brownie batter on his cheek and his shirt and in his hair bc maybe he's not the best cook, but he can bake (at least. brownies.) and Lawrence will just stand in the threshold of the kitchen fr a little bit after dropping off his coat and briefcase and lining up his shoes in the hallway, just watching Adam with this lovesick grin on his face until Adam finally turns around and sees him (he's not shocked, Lawrence always announces himself) and smiles back and it's so. <333

other times Adam will come home from a shoot to see Lawrence on the couch with Adam's favourite takeout, already in his pajamas and with their comfiest blanket next to him on the couch, and he's got a movie ready (usually The Princess Bride, as I've mentioned b4,,) and is just like "hey, I know you haven't eaten yet so I ordered in. wanna sit w me?" and of course Adam is always like of course I do!!! it's definitely one of those things where he's just smiling the whole time because this is a level of bliss he never saw himself reaching b4 Lawrence. he never imagined having someone to come home to, someone who loves him like this, and it's as simple as Lawrence making sure he eats + just wanting to take the time to relax w him while watching smth they both enjoy to make Adam realize this is love.

as for little things they do fr each other when they're having rough days? for Adam, I like the idea that Lawrence tosses one of his sweaters into the dryer for a little while so that it's warm when he takes it out, and then he brings it to wherever Adam has holed up while he rides out a shitty day and is just like "here, I know you're not having a good day so I brought you this. it's warm :)" and Adam is always just. "thank you" bc verbalizing things is hard on his bad days if he's not completely nonverbal (he does know the sign fr thank you + teaches it to Larry so he knows), but on the inside he's definitely just like 🥺🥺 ohhh my god I love you so much?? the other is that he'll make one of Adam's favourites for dinner because he firmly believes in the concept of comfort food serving to make things a little bit better. then they'll just sort of curl up on the couch or in bed and Adam will hide for a little while (like u've mentioned b4) until he feels good enough to at least lay his head on Lawrence's shoulder and watch him read/fill out crosswords (my fave hc concerning Lawrence is that. he likes them. he gets books of 'em Adam is so endeared by it).

for Lawrence, since he's the kind of person that throws himself into performing tasks (stress cleaning, paperwork, tending to things around the apartment, etc.) to keep his mind off of how upset he's feeling, I think the biggest thing Adam does is after a little while of Lawrence doing his thing, he'll come up behind him wherever he is and just kind of lead him away like "why don't you rest for a minute." and at first he wasn't rlly receptive to it, preferring to just sort of shake Adam off and be like "I'm okay, thank you for asking," even if he was very obviously Not Okay. eventually, though, all Adam has to do is put his hands on his shoulders and knead for a little bit before Lawrence just sighs and melts into it. he tenses up a lot, so his muscles are often really sore as a result, so when Adam does that it's a reminder to kind of sit back before that happens. the other, like you've also mentioned b4, is that Adam just holds Lawrence when he needs it, which is something he hadn't ever really experienced b4 but comes to appreciate very much. this is usually when Lawrence feels safest/the most seen + heard, so it's often where he cries it out, too.

otherwise it's just those little things; Lawrence will make Adam his cup of coffee in the morning, Adam will do Lawrence's tie for him b4 he heads off to work (his one weird ability, he supposes), holding the door open for each other when they're out and about, getting each other smth to drink + little snacks, stuff like that!! (one of my other favourites: sometimes when they go out for dates, Lawrence will pull Adam's chair out for him. Adam used to think smth like that wld be very stupid. when it's Lawrence, he comes to realize what was so endearing about it - not that he'd say that out loud tho)

-

polycule discussion:

I've actually thought abt this b4!! I feel like Adam wld be very very nervous abt it at first, just bc he knows it's something that a lot of ppl still consider to be unconventional + impossible, but he would definitely want to have that talk w Lawrence bc 1. that's his partner, and 2. of course he wants Lawrence to be aware of that/wants to hear what his feelings are. like u said though, he doesn't reject it entirely or anything like that - he just sort of needs time to understand it + see how it works, as it's absolutely smth he would have no prior familiarity with (esp being w Alison in a monogamous marriage).

the important thing here is Lawrence is comfortable asking questions. he might word things a little funny and might make Adam laugh a couple times, not unkindly, but he's genuinely so curious abt it and unafraid to ask (which is better than coming up with some false assumption)!! it's both delicate and not, which I think Adam wld prefer rather than it being too serious or bc of disapproval obviously. he always feels more comfortable in convos where they can still contain serious subject matter, but they can still laugh a little bit.

so it does take Lawrence a while to warm up to it, but not out of a place of ignorance/ridicule; he just needs to familiarize himself w it is all! and that makes Adam feel sooo much better abt it. of course there was never the intention not to tell Lawrence, but to have him accept it and maybe even consider it down the line does wonders to relax Adam.

I've actually thought abt who the first other member Lawrence kinda fell for wld be and I think it wld be Eric! it can definitely be partially attributed to the fact that bc Adam spends a lot of time around him (they ARE dating), Lawrence does too as a result, but there's more to their relationship than just being. boyfriend adjacent. they have things in common that they don't really w anyone else (i.e. being a parent that has been through a trap + had their kid directly endangered by Jigsaw and are helping them cope) and they kind of have very similar feelings (guilt/thinking things were their fault, feeling like they failed their kids, feeling like they're bad ppl like Jigsaw thought, things like that) so they bond through those things - and, of course, over both of them dating Adam.

u've mentioned this b4 + I agree w it so: I feel like Eric might kinda be the first person other than Adam to realize Lawrence's tendency to overwork himself to avoid having to confront his upset feelings. a big thing Eric does for him is he'll bring a little snack w him and maybe something to drink and he'll hand them off and be like "I know you're busy but you gotta remember to eat, I'm just gonna go chill over here," and then he'll just set himself up in a corner in the same room so that Lawrence isn't alone. he doesn't try to get him to stop, doesn't ask him what's wrong though it's clear he'd listen if Lawrence wanted to share, just makes sure he's taking care of himself + reminding him that ppl are there for him. and fr Lawrence that's kinda like. Oh. bc it's that silent type of understanding where they don't even have to announce it out loud. Lawrence doesn't feel the need to explain himself. having that not only w Adam, but Eric too, is definitely smth that sort of leads into that realization of "I think I love him too."

and there are moments where Lawrence will come to spend the night at Adam + Art?(it's up to you)/Eric's apartment when Eric falls asleep facing Lawrence while Adam is pressed up against his back and knowing the issues Eric has w his chronic insomnia + feeling safe enough to drift off to sleep easily, seeing the way being around Adam helps him relax and that being held leads him to sleep quicker than anything else, it just kinda makes Lawrence wanna hold him and not let go. he knows Eric wasn't shown that kind of tenderness often, that physical contact was something he was denied for so long, and it just. makes Lawrence Seethe that someone would ever do that to him, in this protective way that Lawrence can't deny feels a lot like love. it only ever increases when Eric wakes up screaming later and ends up with his face against Lawrence's neck once the tension fades away and he just sags against him, crying. Lawrence allows himself to hold Eric then, and he still feels like he never wants to let go. this man is so compassionate, so protective himself of the ones he loves and wld do anything to keep them safe. he is a big dog of a man that makes ppl feel held + understood and Lawrence loves him a little bit, he can't help it.

I think Lawrence finally fully realizes it when Eric stumbles across him having a panic attack bc he'd forgotten to turn the ringer off and it just so happened to go off at that moment. he's trembling and it's hard for him to breathe but Eric just kind of crouches down in front of him and is like "focus on me for a moment. can you do that?" and he rests his hands on Lawrence's upper arms. when Lawrence nods Eric takes one of his hands and places it on his chest n says "can you breathe with me?" and somehow, Lawrence steadily finds himself relaxing and able to draw more air in until he's not shaking as hard and he doesn't feel like he's sucking in air through a straw, and by then he's so exhausted by it all that he ends up with his forehead against Eric's sternum, and Eric just holds him, no words. and he says, "it's okay that it still upsets you, it's smth you can't help and that is fine. I just want you to know that." like he knew what Lawrence needed to hear, and it's just. oof. that's when Lawrence is just like Oh I See. I Love Him. I Love Him Too.

Adam is beyond delighted abt it when Lawrence actually tells him, and Lawrence can safely say that he's definitely more open to the idea after that!!

[we-are-inevitable]

love and it’s decisive pain

Prompt: "Could you make a modern spin where javid is established but they are hiding it at first. And David’s parents find them and tease them cause they knew already?" (i had to repost this and can’t remember who sent this ask, but thank you!)

Rating: M (for good measure)

Warnings: Mentions of violence and homophobia (to third party, unnamed characters), vague NSFW concepts, coming out anxiety. feel free to message me if i need to put any other trigger warnings, and i will gladly do so!

Word Count: 2,364

Read on AO3! Fic under the cut.

The decision to never come out was something that David had made peace with long ago.

He had been fourteen when he made the vow. Fourteen and vulnerable. Naive. At first, he had wanted to come out. He had known something was different about him, since the first time he heard Sarah talk about a boy she liked, and realized that what she was describing- what she felt for a guy in her class- was the same way that he felt about guys, too. At the time, he had been twelve, just now starting to realize that liking guys was even an option- and apparently, it was the only option that he saw fit for himself.

At age twelve, David realized he liked men. 

At age thirteen, David realized he liked only men. 

At fourteen, David realized he was in love with his best friend who had just moved to the school.

David had thought about the possibility of bringing it up to his parents, but he had never found the right time, never found the right way to say it. He had even considered trying to tell Sarah first, or maybe even Les, but he figured that Les was too young and Sarah just wouldn’t understand that her baby brother was anything other than straight. Nonetheless, David had made… a plan, per se, of just how he was going to do it. He had written it out and everything- he was going to wait until he left for school one day, maybe kiss his Ma on the forehead and give his Dad a goodbye hug. Then, he was going to walk to the door, yell, “Hey, I’m gay!”, and take off like a shot down the flight of stairs in their apartment building.

It was a plan. He never claimed it was good.

But that was before he saw just what could happen if he did. He saw a news report, of a couple being attacked on the subway for daring to be brave enough to hold hands in public. He remembered seeing the pictures on the TV, seeing the bruises and the bloody noses, and that struck enough fear into his heart that he had resigned himself to being alone. He would lurk in the shadows. Give his unconditional love and support to others. He would be the best damn ally he could be, but after seeing the pain, the heartbreak, the fear in the faces of the men on the TV that night, he knew his choice was the right one. He wouldn’t be able to survive if something like that happened to him.

He had successfully made it three years without anyone knowing the biggest secret of his life. Not even his closest friends knew, even though most of them were in the community themselves. It wasn’t as though he didn’t trust them- no, no, he trusted each of them with his life. Crutchie, Race, Albert, and Elmer, along with many others, had already told him that they would take care of him if anything ever happened. It had been joking, but David didn’t doubt their loyalty for a minute.

But then there was Jack. 

Jack, the guy that David had been crushing on for three years.

Jack, the guy who had the most intense stare, most beautiful smile, most effective puppy dog eyes, most lovely laugh and talent and, God, David could listen to him talk, listen to his accent, for hours on end.

It was Jack that had caused his crisis, who had been the guy behind the story, the guy he wanted to come out for. He remembered the night that Jack told him he was bi, a conversation that had happened at four in the morning one summer night when they were both sixteen. Oh, how Davey longed to tell Jack then. How he longed to lean over, gently cup his cheek and kiss the worries and insecurities out of him. 

Instead, he had just reassured Jack that he didn’t care, that he would always be safe with him, and that he was always there if Jack needed to talk.

They had been in a similar situation about a year later. Another late night, safe on Jack’s fire escape, where they had been for hours watching the sunset and idly talking about the people that passed on the streets below. Jack had kitted it out with everything- some christmas lights wrapped around the railings, two thick blankets laid out on the floor and an old-fashioned radio playing some music behind them. In a way, that fire escape felt more like home than any other place on earth.

It was everything that David had ever dreamed of.

They had gotten pretty silent, but it was a comfortable drop in conversation as they both watched the bustling streets of New York. It was Jack who broke it eventually, taking in a deep breath as he looked down. “‘Ey, Dave?” “Yeah, Jackie?” David asked softly, pushing himself up from his back. He stopped about halfway, kicking his long legs out in front of him, braced on his palms. 

“You… You  know how I told ya, that I’m into dudes?” Jack approached the subject carefully. Davey gulped. His mind immediately went somewhere bad- that Jack had a boyfriend, that Jack had found out that he really only liked women, that Jack had been... hurt. “Well, I-... There’s a guy,” Jack started, and Davey could see him tapping a familiar rhythm onto his knee. Jack did that when he was anxious. “And, well- I like ‘im. A lot. But… But I dunno if he’s into guys, and even if he is, I don’t think I’m the kind’a fella he would like--”

“Are you kidding?”

“Huh?”

“Jack,” David said with a sad grin, furrowing a brow. “Any guy would have to be crazy not to like you back. I mean, have you seen yourself? You’re hot,” David said with a soft laugh, gently nudging Jack’s shoulder with a fist. “Plus, you’re talented. You’re crazy good at art, you can sing and play guitar, you’re wicked smart. Unless a guy just wasn’t into smartasses, I don’t get why anyone wouldn’t be into you,” David joked softly, but every word was the truth. He didn’t understand why Jack was so insecure, why he was so self deprecating, but he knew it had been something he had struggled with for a long time.

“...For sure?” Jack asked, his voice smaller than David had ever heard it. “Jackie, I wouldn’t lie to ya,” He said with a grin. “Everything I said is true, y’know. You’re an amazing man, any guy would be lucky to--”

David was cut off with hands fisting his shirt and dragging him into a kiss.

Time stopped for a moment.

David could feel his eye’s widening, could feel his heart pounding, mind racing a mile a minute. He must have froze, because suddenly, all too suddenly, Jack was pulling away with a flushed face and a look of terror in his eyes. “Fuck, Dave, I’m so sorry, I didn’t--” He cut himself off with a deep breath, immediately turning away from David to face the New York skyline yet again.

David took in a shuddering breath a few moments later. “...Jack, you idiot,” He muttered, and Jack winced, turning to apologize yet again, until Davey pulled him in for another kiss. This time, he was in control. The kiss was soft, hesitant at first, until the both of them got confident enough to take it to the next level.

David had his arms wrapped around Jack’s waist, the angle a bit awkward, until Jack had fixed it by moving to sit in David’s lap. That was when it hit David that this was real. He was kissing Jack Kelly, and Jack Kelly was kissing back.

After that night, they kept things lowkey. David still wasn’t ready to come out to the guys, which Jack understood wholeheartedly. Their relationship may have been a secret, but it didn’t mean tht they didn’t like it. No, sneaking around was fun. Making out in the school bathroom, going on dates disguised as hangouts, even being there for each other on their eighteenth birthdays was something so much more magical than anyone knew. 

They lived in that bubble of safety until they finally told the guys the night after their high school graduation. They had been together for close to a year that night, and it just felt right. All of them were together, hanging out in the park and discussing the crazy graduation parties that had happened the night before. Something must have lit a fire in David, because Jack made eye contact with him as Race was telling a story, and David kissed him in front of everyone else. They had to fess up- after Race finished his agonizingly long story, of course- but David had never felt happier.

That next week, David was riding the high of finally making it. He had a boyfriend, he was officially moving on to college in the fall, and he was finally, finally safe and accepted.

Until that next Friday came along.

David had thought that they had the apartment to themselves. Jack had even climbed through the window for good measure, but David knew that his parents were going on a weekend getaway in Boston, and Les would be at a friend’s house until Sunday, so he didn’t think to lock the door.

It started out as cuddling and watching some old western movie that Jack had fallen in love with, before cuddling turned to kissing, and kissing turned to David pressing Jack down against the bed as he nipped and sucked dark marks onto the tan skin of Jack’s neck. Jack was a blushing mess, murmuring soft pleas as his hands carded through Davey’s dark hair. “Davey, baby, come on, stop teasin’,” Jack muttered pitifully, eyes shutting, before they suddenly flew wide open at the sound of David’s bedroom door opening. “David, we just came back because your father forgot his wallet, and-- Oh, my good Lord!”

The door was shut just as fast as it had opened, and David was so thankful that they were still clothed, until he realized what had just happened. 

He could feel himself visibly paling as he launched away from Jack, hurrying to stand up. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck--”

“Babe, babe, calm down, it’s--”

Jack didn’t have time to say another word before David was already out the door and down the hall.

“Ma!” David said quickly, chest heaving as he came to a standstill in the living room. He was red faced in shame, and could already feel the tears welling in his eyes. “Ma, it- it’s not what it looks like!” He rushed out, gulping when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and saw Jack, looking just as scared as he did, as he desperately buttoned his flannel to try to cover the marks. “We-- I didn’t-- I thought- Ma, I’m not--” “David.”

David went silent, staring at the floor with wide eyes, refusing to meet his mother's gaze. He vaguely registered his father coming into the room, who stopped mid sentence when he saw Jack and his son.

David could feel his world crumbling, but then he felt Jack’s hand gently grab his, ever so slightly intertwining their fingers. He glanced over at Jack with wide eyes, who looked at him and gave a gentle nod, taking a deep breath. 

Slowly, David looked back up, gulping. “...Mama, Dad, Jack and I--” “We know, dear.” 

“You-- You know?”

David finally took a good look at them. His father was standing behind his mother, a strong hand on her shoulder, but they didn’t look… angry. Or upset. Instead, they were smiling at him. “David, hunny, we’ve known for years. We… found a note that you had written- something or another, of how you wanted to tell us. At- At first, we were… shocked. We didn’t really know what to do, so we decided to wait it out until you told us yourself, we just didn’t expect it to take four years,” Esther added with a gentle laugh.

“It didn’t shock us to find out you were with Jack, either,” Mayer noted, glancing between the two boys. “Jack, you spend an awful lot of time at our house, more than any of the other boys. As long as you don’t intend on hurting our son, you’re part of this family, too.”

That was David’s breaking point.

He couldn’t hold in the sob that rose up from his chest, and though the Jacobs family had never been the most physically affectionate, David found himself running across the room. He pulled his mother into a tight hug, crying softly into her shoulder, and he took in a deep, shuddering breath as she rubbed his back. He pulled away and wiped his eyes, only to be pulled into another hug by Mayer, which was a shocking moment in itself.

One of them must have gestured to Jack to come closer, too, because when David looked over, Esther had him wrapped into a tight hug. David stepped away, and watched with a fond smile as Jack shook his father's hand.

Things seemed to calm down after that, though David still had watery eyes, but he couldn’t help the immense joy that flooded his chest. He gulped and wrapped an arm around Jack’s waist, who in turn began rubbing his back.

“Like I said,” Mayer spoke firmly, “take good care of our boy. Now, we have a reservation at the hotel to meet by midnight, so we should get going,” He said, looking down at Esther, who nodded. 

They said their last goodbyes, but just as the door closed, it opened again. Esther poked her head in and grinned. “One more thing- use protection!” She said quickly, before the door shut with a final click.

David would have been mortified, if not for the bright laughter that bubbled out from the boy beside him. 

Yeah, this was a happiness he could get used to, he thought as he pulled Jack in for another kiss. 

[lostinspidey]

hi there!!! i’m like super really sick and feel all yucky and reading your stuff while i’ve been cooped up has helped a bunch. could i request a stark!reader and peter blurb where tony keeps catching them making out and makes a joke like “are you having sex with my daughter parker?” and then it’s all quiet and your both like “... shit” and idk if you’ve seen spider-man w andrew garfield but tht scene where he pulls gwen to him with his webs??? yeah.... that (hs too?)

the compound is quiet.

in retrospect, it’s probably too quiet. typically your ears are able to pick up on some sort of noise - nat and clint playfully bickering down the hall or steve blending one of his protein shakes in the kitchen. 

but tonight, perched at a table in your father’s lab, there’s none of that. just the sound of you and peter flipping through the pages of your math textbook, broken up by bits of playful conversation and stealing from each other’s stash of snacks.

“pete,” you pipe up. “are we the only ones here?”

he’s sitting at the other end of the table, diligently copying a list of equations into his notebook. he looks up at you after finishing off a series of numbers and letters, one of your twizzlers dangling from the corner of his mouth. 

“i dunno,” he says. “are we?”

“it’s just… it’s quiet, don’t you think? maybe everyone went out for dinner?”

“could be.” he shrugs. “i mean, usually someone comes into the lab to bother us by now.”

you nod slowly. peter stands up, a smile making its way onto his lips as he walks towards you. the look in his eye makes you bashfully look away, cheeks already hot and flustered.

“so…” he eventually says. “we’re alone, huh?”

you set your pencil down, perch your chin against your hand. “in my father’s lab, peter? really?”

“what? i - no! i just want a kiss. please?”

you finally manage to peer up at him, at the endearing pull of his brow and the puppy dog look in his eye that he’s managed to master in an impressively short amount of time. not that you need much convincing.

you inch forward in your seat, tilting your head up towards him with a sly smile. “well, why didn’t you just say so?” you ask.

peter leans in slowly, closing the gap between you for a kiss that’s too short and too sweet. he seems a little surprised when you lull him back in, your hands eagerly holding onto the front of his shirt while his make their way to the sides of your face, pulling you in closer. deeper. it’s probably a bit strange, you think, that his kisses still feel this nice, even after all this time.

eventually he pulls away, and your eyes snap open at the realization that you and peter just kissed. in your father’s lab. the one place you’re sure he’d be the least happy with.

“thank god the security cameras are off,” you breathe.

peter chuckles at the look on your face, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “shoot, i was hoping we could rewatch that later.”

“peter!”

“i’m kidding!”

you bite down on your lip to keep from grinning too hard, then press another tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth. “if we’re gonna do this, maybe we should -”

“ahem.”

the two of you jump in unison. you fight the urge to groan, unwillingly meeting the gaze that is staring you down from the doorway. your father stands with his eyebrows raised, eyes flickering between you and peter, unable to determine who deserves the brunt of his anger.

peter’s hands slip from your face, his arms falling back down to his sides, but it’s too late. however much of that your father saw, it was enough for him to learn the truth.

you clear your throat, trying - and failing - to add a little nonchalance to your voice. “hey dad!”

“was there a bug in her eye, pete?”

of course he’d settle on your poor, innocent boyfriend. if your cheeks weren’t burning before, they sure as hell are now. 

peter wrinkles his nose, risking a glance down at you. “i - what?”

“was there a bug in my daughter’s eye?” he crosses his arms. “is that why you were standing so close to her?”

peter opens his mouth to respond, closes it, then opens it again, staring at your father with his face frozen in fear. 

you push your chair out and stand up, making sure to leave enough space between the two of you. “we thought you went out, dad.”

“we did. team dinner. brought you back from shawarma.” he brings up one of his hands, revealing a carryout bag. “although, i can see the two of you have already had plenty.”

“dad -”

“time to go, pete.” he waves peter over, casting you a look of disapproval. “we’ll talk about this tonight, alright y/n?”

you let out a sigh, nodding your head despite the fact that you don’t want to. despite the fact that it means you’ll probably never get to be alone with peter in the lab anymore, because it’s pretty clear that, no, there wasn’t a bug in your eye. if you try to come up with an excuse right now - with a flustered peter standing next to you - the truth will come out eventually.

peter’s quick to pack up his stuff, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. however, he stops in his tracks once he leaves the table, glancing over his shoulder at you. 

peter, no.

“mr. stark?” he says.

“are you sure you wanna explain yourself right now, spiderling?”

“i was the one who kissed y/n.”

you latch onto peter’s arm, eyes wide as saucers. “peter, what are you -”

“she tried to tell me we shouldn’t kiss in your lab. uh, multiple times, actually. but i didn’t listen.”

your father keeps his arms crossed, blinking once at peter. he takes this as a sign to continue, speaking with a newfound sense of confidence.

“but i wouldn’t have kissed her if i didn’t have feelings for her, mr. stark. genuine feelings. and i know we’re young and we may not know what genuine feelings are just yet, but i can assure you i haven’t felt this way about anybody besides aunt may.”

he stops when he notices you and your father exchange confused glances. “n-not like - ew. i mean that i care a lot about her. i feel like i wanna… protect her. does that make sense?”

your dad’s still staring at peter when he finishes speaking, nurturing a silence that gets more and more uncomfortable as the seconds tick by. then, right when you swear you can see his gaze start to soften, he turns around, motioning for you all to follow him.

“come on. eat your shawarma in the living room where i can keep my eye on you and then maybe i’ll let peter stay.”

beside you, peter lets out a breath of relief. “yes, sir.”

you catch your dad’s eye before he leaves, mouthing a small thank you. you realize he’ll still want to talk later - probably when pepper gets home from work - but to say you expected this would be a bit of an understatement. your dad’s always been a hopeless romantic, but never when it comes to you. go figure.

he disappears back down the hallway, but before you can follow him, you feel something strong pulling against the back of your shirt, whipping you around and planting you inches away from peter. 

“whoa!”

you practically fall into him, and he helps you catch your balance, smiling that same smile from just moments ago.

this time, you immediately smile back, curling your fingers around the web shooters on his wrists. “you gave that whole speech, and you still wanna try to kiss me in my dad’s lab?”

“who said i wanna kiss you?” he teases, lips already grazing yours. 

you roll your eyes. “thought your feelings for me were genuine.”

“shut up.”

peter laughs, and now you’re the one who leans in, planting your lips sweetly against his to show him that your feelings are genuine, too. his arms slide around your waist, pulling your torsos together, and you nearly forget all about what just happened until -

“thin ice, you two!” your dad’s voice booms from down the hall, causing the two of you to jump out of each other’s arms. “thin ice!”

“coming, mr. stark!” peter yells back. all you can do cover your mouth to keep from laughing, thinking that if thin ice isn’t the same thing as broken, and you and peter both feel a certain way about each other, maybe that’s enough for it all to be okay.

[fallenfurther]

Day 3 - Care

Slowly catching up. Husband kindly read through this before I posted and helping it to make more sense. Writing and drinking suddenly seems like a less good idea by the minute.

_____

Scott watched on as his brothers played by the stream. He didn’t have to worry about John, who was sitting against a tree in the shade reading. His skin was marked by the occasional smudge of sun cream, where it hadn’t all been rubbed in. Virgil was sat on the bank, sitting cross legged in front of a foldable easel with paints in his hand. The picturesque stream, without his little brothers, was slowly taking shape on the canvas.

 Dad had nipped back to the car so he could take a call in private, leaving Grandma in charge. She was now fast asleep on the picnic blanket, forcing Scott to look after his brothers. Removing his shoes and socks, he walked over to the bank and stepped into the stream. The water was cool in the heat of the day, though as he stepped further in, he felt a sharp pain in the sole of his foot. He quickly withdrew it, then was relieved to see the skin had not been broken. Scott was shocked to see the bottom half of a broken bottle in the stream bed, its sharp edges pointing up. He pulled it out and carefully threw it onto the bank.

 Looking up, he saw his youngest siblings huddled at the side of the stream, which set off alarm bells in Scott’s head. Running about, splashing, messing around and annoying each other were normal things that Scott could handle. But being still and quiet normally meant trouble. Watching where he placed his feet, Scott waded over to the terrible two, and peered over their shoulders to see what was happening.

 Relief filled him as he saw the newt Gordon’s hands, knowing that Gordon was just indulging in his love for all the creatures of the earth. Though, he was also struck by the ring pull which was stuck around the poor creature’s abdomen. The two boys turned to him, sad, pleading looks written on their faces.

 “Please Scott! We gotta help him!” Gordon said, obviously not knowing how. He thrust the creature into Scott’s face. After moving his head back to avoid kissing the newt, Scott leaned in to inspect the animal. The ring pull didn’t look like it was hurting the newt, but if the animal grew any larger it soon would. Now was the best time to remove it. Scott stood up tall and thought about the problem, feeling the eager eyes of his brothers rest upon him. The only cutting tool they had with them was the scissors from the first aid kit, which wouldn’t be strong enough to cut the metal, but there might be something more useful in the car.

 “You two get a cup, then fill it with water so we can make him comfortable. I’ll run to the car and see if there is anything in the trunk we can use to cut him free.”

 A priceless smile tht lit up Gordon’s face, and Scott quickly crossed over to the other side of the stream, forcing his wet feet into his socks and shoes, then he ran to the car. His dad was a little bemused at the sight of him and tried to shoo him away, but Scott just continued with his mission. He was happy to find a toolbox in the car boot, and after rooting beneath the screwdrivers, he found a pair of wire cutters. They were a little too big, but they would have to do. He grasped them in a fist, and slammed the boot closed, catching a dirty look from his father as he ran back to the stream.

 Upon his arrival he found his youngest brothers crouched over a cup. They both looked up at him as he peered into it, and Scott smiled. They obviously cared for the small creature, as inside the cup was a rock and a piece of greenery under which the creature was hiding. He showed them the wire cutters.

 “Okay. Gordon, will you hold the creature still for me? These are big, so I’m going to have to be extremely careful when cutting so as not to hurt him.”

 “Can do!” Was the reply, and Gordon reached into the cup to recover the newt. Sitting cross-legged on the floor facing Gordon, with Alan peering in from his right, Scott grasped gently tugged on the ring-pull, giving a little clearance between it and the creatures skin. Taking in a breath he carefully moved the cutters to the metal, and when he was sure he wasn’t going to cut the newt, he squeezed, increasing the pressure until he felt the wire give way. Gordon carefully rotated the newt round and he repeated the action on the other side with the utmost care, however this time the part of the pull he was holding came away, and Gordon quickly removed the piece now under its belly. Gordon gave it a quick inspection, and grinned at him before putting newt back in the cup.

 “How about you put that little fella back where you found him?”

 “Only if you help us clean up the stream so he doesn’t get hurt again.”

 Scott sighed, as there was always a catch. He looked at the bottle he’d thrown on the riverbank earlier, and started pulling off his shoes. Trust him to get roped into  litterpicking by his caring and annoying brothers, while he was meant to be on holiday!

[skyfrost-nail-kincare]

it is i,, mod berry,, coming for some of those sweet headcanons! you probably know enough abt my stan canon,, but im sad yearning n missing the boyfs!! I got some new mems a while ago so I'm unloading on you lmao,, I was nonverbal? weird one and the whole losers club used to spend a lot of time in an arcade in town if you want to use that?? and a wild amount of sleepovers because nobody wanted to stay at home, hell someone bought a tent n wed disappear for days into the woods. thanks sayori!!

PLEASE PRETEND I PUT LMAO IN CAPS MY LAPTOPS BROKE SO I CAN ONLY TYPE IN CAPS OR LOWERCASE AT ONCE SORRY IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFY

HAGHAHSDG BERRY DW IT’S MOSTLY MALICIOUS USE AND I DIDN’T NOTICE TBH BC UR LIKE. SUPER CHILL I WOULDN’T THINK UR BEING MALICIOUS LIKE EVER HAHDSGH

but yeah hell yeah--i’m gonna reference the last time i made hcs for u so i don’t do the same thing over again LMAO

god u were inbox stan back then i rmr that so wEll--but OK just looked em over. it’z time 2 write. check below the cut, berry!!

- mod sayori [???]

SO i’m gonna set this as like . u bill and mike have been together for like a year now, ig? let’s go with anniversary prompt bc who doesn’t love tht!!

and u were just quietly boppin along doing ur thing, on ur way 2 the arcade bc y’all three were gonna hang out there all day and then go camp out overnight somewhere in da woodz 

(the other losers knew y’all were doin somethin special so they were doing their own thing elsewheRe, don’t @ me but richie totally made a fuss abt it even tho he secretly thought u three were cute together)

and like. u thought they’d already b there. BUT!!!!!

bill comes up behind u and puts his arm around u, apologizing when u get a lil scared (and prob make jus the faintest squeak,,) 

but mike is up ahead, waiting outside the arcade’s entrance

and u get like. bill leading u up to mike, where y’all exchange lil smooches, and then u go inside

and y’all put ur quarters together to start workin towards what gamez u wanna play

BUT SUDDENLY BILL AND MIKE JSUT SHOVE THEIR QUARTERS INTO UR HANDS

they r like. spilling out of ur hands and u feel RICH there is this grin on ur face

and they r like “you pick the games!” 

so u pick ur favorites and the three of u spend ALL of the quarters over the course of the day, literally until the arcade closed.

(bill and mike distracted the owners of the place so u could spend the last quarter bc they thought it’d be cute when u got the high score) 

honestly? they pampered u 

and like. i’m gonna say it. when u all went out into the woods to camp out for the night, Y’ALL CUDDLED AGAIN

mike brought a tent but y’all didn’t need it

BC Y’ALL WERE STARGAZING

AGAIN

and believe me when i say it was completely different than that night exactly a year before

bc y’all were so much more comfortable in ur own skin

and around each other

u were sandwiched between them on either side of u

bill’s face rested in the crook of ur neck bc he lowkey was layin on u a lil bit

and mike was just calmly resting snuggled up to ur side

bill was lowkey clingy tbh

but that’s ok bc u and mike found it super cute

and u could tell that bill fell asleep first, bc he was holding ur hand too, and when his fell limp u had to let go bc if u didn’t u wouldn’t ever fall asleep bc u would be focusing on holding his hand 

not that u would mind that

u just wanted to sleep 

mike fell asleep next, and u could tell bc he snored a little bit

(don’t @ me he totally snores, even if it’s just quietly or only sometimes--he snores)

and once again, u were left awake to admire ur sleeping boyfs. 

it was ur favorite place to be.

(and y’all probably camped out for like a whole week tbh, u just couldn’t bring urselves to go home and like be apart from each other so close 2 ur 1-year)

I ALMOST CRIED WRITING THESE OK UR CANON REALLY RESONATES W ME LIKE ??? NOT IN A “I SHARE IT WITH U” SORTA WAY BUT MORE LIKE IN A “HOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING I WANT 2 WRITE FOR IT ALL THE TIME” SORTA WAY

i’ve actually been thinking of opneing up drabbles as a request for sources i’m rly familiar with??? if ur interested i could Try to turn this into one as an example??? i’m not,,, the best writer,,,, but yk!! practice makes progress LMAO

ANYWAY i rly hope u like these,,, they were a lot of fun to make and y’all too cuTe--ty for requesting!!!

[jishyucks]

9:30pm | Han Jisung

genre: fluff, some light angst, bulleted scenario

wc: 4.5k

summary: The absence of Jisung causes Y/N to realize feelings she didn’t know were there

m.list

it was probably the fifth time today that you felt something hit your shoulder

you look over to find a small crumpled up piece of paper sitting with others on the floor before you lifted your head to see Han Jisung preparing another bunch 

“explain to me why you’re doing this” You tried to keep quiet as the teacher was up at the front reading a novel out loud, the rest of the students following along

he didn’t reply. instead he looked back at you with narrowed eyes and a small mischievous grin spread across his face

you watch as his wrist bent back, about to throw the ball

“Don’t you fucking dare Han Jisung,,,” you cussed, making sure your face was hidden behind it the book in your hands

he mockingly held a finger up to his lips and flicked the paper ball at your hand, a quiet snicker leaving his mouth through his proud smile

you gritted your teeth, clearly annoyed. this morning hadn’t necessarily been the best for you due to a car mishap and jisung was literally pushing it at this point

(usually you could tolerate Jisung and his annoying ass)

now that you had thought about it, you literally had no idea why he’d started doing this shit to you

he’d do it in the halls, in classes you had with him, and on the occasions when seungmin gave you rides

seungmin was a good friend of both of you but the reason why you hadn’t made a friendship with jisung was because seungmin wasn’t annoying and he was

it was actually too bad since you would’ve honestly liked him as a friend but he was literally too annoying to actually properly talk to

jisung had only started these antics back in sophomore year and you had to live through the annoying ass interactions for two years

so now it’s senior year and you were almost – ALMOST – at your breaking point right now and jisung really wasn’t making it any better

the bell cut off your thoughts and on impulse you gathered your things, stuffed them into your bag and yeeted out of the English classroom, deciding that jisung didn’t need the attention as you walked straight to the lunch room

seungmin was already seated at the table with hyunjin and felix

you grinned, sighing out in relief that you finally had other people to talk to and distract you from jisung who would probably be there, too, at any given moment

“im so glad it’s lunch,” you huffed. you plopped into the seat in front of seungmin and swung out the lunch that you’d prepared that morning

“lemme guess” seungmin drummed his fingers against the cafeteria table, “jisung’s been ‘annoying’ you again?”

you nodded, “why put quotations for annoying?”

seungmin shrugged, “maybe because he’s not really trying to annoy you?”

“what do you mea-“

“yay you’re all here!”

you feel him take the only empty spot beside you but you choose not to look up and acknowledge him actually sitting there

you were straight up done with his shit

“guess what y/n” he started

you don’t reply verbally but you decided to just look at him to make sure he knew you were listening

he held up a whole ziploc bag of mini paper balls and the sight caused you to groan out an ugly sound

“I told you to quit it jisung,,, if you don’t I’m actually up for swinging at you,” you mumbled, chewing your food almost immediately after

“you can’t reach my head anyways,” he retorted with a snort

seungmin, hyunjin, and felix held in laughs

you hear the bag open as it rustled softly

you keep your head forward and listened to whatever seungmin was saying while you chowed down the lunch that you’ve been waiting to eat all day

That’s when you felt that kid throw a ball of paper

sure, it was just a piece of dead tree crumpled up into a sphere shape. It’s not like it hurt or anything but the CONSTANT throwing jisung had been doing since the morning was getting on your nerves and you were not here for it

“can you not” you say just above a whisper though it was loud enough for only jisung to hear it. you wanted to keep your calm and not get the car mishap in the way of your feelings too but adding jisung and that together = an angry and annoyed you

apparently he chose to continue throwing the little pieces of shits at you and you were sitting there basically dumbfounded at him

he’s a grown ass teen and he chooses to act like a 5th grader?

you were || <- THIS fucking close to losing it. If he throws one mo-

a small baby sounding thump had come from the last ball jisung had thrown

you turn your head towards him and found him bending down to recollect the balls hes used as can reuse

“jisung for the last fucking time stop”

the mood that you tried to keep stable basically broke as the pit of your stomach began to boil

“you’re lucky because I need to pick these up before I start again” he tittered

“jisung im being serious right now,” you breathed in deeply trying to keep you calm but that didn’t work at all as he pulled himself back up and tossed one at your forehead

“tht was a mistake,” felix mumbled. The three watched as this went down

“jisung? Don’t you understand that im straight up annoyed with you? Sometimes I don’t even want to sit here because of you! I don’t understand why you’ve been doing this to me and only me the past few years like I’m some sort of joke or target or game that you decided to play. The smile on your face proves that you enjoy it. Can’t you see that I don’t enjoy it? That’s basically bullying.”

you were shook at yourself but jisung had just ignited a fire inside of you and you couldn’t help but say everything that you’ve been holding in this whole time 

jisung was still sat facing you and the smile he had on his face had faded

you, for some reason, felt bad at the fact that you pulled his smile right off of his face but there was no way you were turning soft right now

jisung’s head hung low by his neck and he was fiddling with the bag of paper balls in his hand

“I-I didn’t know you felt that way,,, truly. You never said anything like how it was bothering you to that point,,, I-I really thought you found it funny, too, and it was some kinda funny thing between us,” he stated quietly

the table fell silent and there was a brief pause that wasn’t awkward nor comfortable

you felt your heart beating fast and you felt the sensation of guilt in your stomach and chest

“im gonna go... im sorry y/n” he finally said. He gathered his lunch stuff and threw them into his bag softly

none of you guys said a word, tho you really wanted to apologize for lashing out

curse that car mishap. now you accidentally hurt the boy’s feelings

“shit” was what you just said

“shit indeed” seungmin tried to lighten the mood with a small chuckle but that really didn’t help

“I feel like shit even if he’s been the same way the past 2 years,” you say guiltily

“Except he didn’t know he was being shit and you knew you were being shit,” hyunjin pointed out

“not helping” you looked at him with a sad expression

“just apologize”

,,,,

you slumped in the passenger seat of seungmin’s car, the events of lunch still playing in your head

seungmin started the vehicle and began to pull out of the parking spot

“wait isn’t jisung getting a ride with you?”

“nope, he said he’s gonna take the bus instead”

you felt the guilt build up even higher and you frowned at the information

“I think I see him at the stop, cmon, pick him up,” you insisted

“I already insisted on driving him but he told me he needs space,” seungmin reasoned, “and I need to tell you something that I promised someone I wouldn’t tell but I think this is the perfect moment—

he looked over to see you following jisung with your head as you drove past

— to tell you about it”

“is this going to make feel even more guilty than I already am bc I genuinely care about jisung’s feelings right now”

“I think so?” Seungmin’s head tilted a bit like a smol baby puppy

“you think so? why not a definite answer?” Now you were curious as to whatever this was

“because I’d be shook if I were you...”

“okay now I really want to know...”

seungmin looked at you and smirked before facing forward as the stop light changed to green

“i honestly don’t know how you’ll react to this. You hate jisung”

“this is about jisung?”

seungmin nodded

“I-I dont hate jisung... I just think it’s annoying like all the stuff he does. If he stops that shit I honestly think we’d be good friends” you shrug

you hadn’t said this out loud before and it made you feel weird but it was the truth

“hmm interesting” seungmin snickered

“k now tell me~~” you whined

“I’ll tell you when we get to your house so I can drive the fuk away once I tell you,” seungmin stated as if he strategically planned out some sort of battle plan

“why would you need to drive away? shit it’s bad isn’t it?”

seungmin just shrugged and chose to stay silent

you huffed and turned your body towards the door

why would seungmin feel the need to exit a conversation if it wasn’t bad?

the moment you’ve been waiting for had come and seungmin slowly pulled up into your driveway

you cut to the chase and told him to spit it out or “I’ll fight you”

“First of all I was going to and second, you can’t even”

seungmin turned the music down and awkwardly maneuvered his body so he was sitting with his body partly facing yours

you raise your brows, a questioning look appearing clearly on your face

“remember at lunch when I told you how jisung’s not really trying to annoy you?”

you let out a hum as a response and gestured for him to proceed

“he’s not trying to annoy you,,, well in a way he is but that’s not his main motive. His main goal is to catch your attention and I guess he did a horrible job”

“why would he want my attention?” your mind was literally blank and confused

“damn you’re slow” seungmin tsked and shook his head disappointment

“he likes you, y/n. you weren’t supposed to hear that from me but I figured it’ll help fix this whole situation.”

you were sorta stunned at this point and you didnt know how to respond to the indirect confession

why would this help the situation when Jisung would be back tomorrow anyways

and your heart somewhat stopped? like dead nothing but you didn’t know what that meant.

guilt? feelings? of what? HA you didn’t know so you just ignored it

you nodded and smiled weakly before getting out of the car, a tiny thank you merely leaving your mouth

you hear seungmin leave as you entered your door, nothing but questions circling your mind

,,,,,

“screw you” you say through your phone

your eyelids were partly covering your eyes and the moisture in your throat was absent

“you call me at 3 in the morning just to say screw you?” seungmin replied groggily

“you drilled jisung’s feelings into my head and I can’t stop thinking about it–“

“and?”

“and? dude it was already bad in the first place that I made him walk out like that but now that I know he has a crush on me? that makes me feel even worse.”

“I thought you were annoyed with him?” seungmin whispered

“I-I am but,,, ughshjdj”

“goodnight y/n”

you didn’t even get to say anything as seungmin hung up

,,,,

you woke up with bags under your eyes rip

the first thing you told yourself was to apologize to jisung and maybe...

your mom knocked on your to make sure that you were awake bc seungmin would be picking you up in a bit

you really hoped he’d have jisung there since it would be easier to apologize that way instead of tracking him down

you were wrong tho as you found seungmin alone in his car

“you’re not driving jisung?” was the first thing you said

“good morning to you too..”

you hummed and plopped into the passenger’s seat, buckling your seatbelt shortly after

“he refused... didn’t think he’d still be affected from yesterday. thts not the jisung I know. he would be back to his usual self even after something like that,” seungmin uttered, “guess you really hurt his lil heart”

you sensed the teasing tone in seungmin’s voice as he backed out of the driveway

“shut up I feel guilty and you know it,,,”

seungmin let out a small laugh and shook his head at you

at school you decided to spend it normally but also you were looking for jisung in order to apologize

the few times you actually saw him, he was at the end of the hall and when you called out for him he hurriedly skrrted a different way and then he was gone as if he disappeared into thin air

usually he’d come up to you and mess up your hair while you guys were walking opposite directions

in the class you had with him, he sat near the front instead at the back beside you and

jisung didn’t show up at lunch and the way you were constantly looking at the door made it obvious to the others you were looking for him

“he isn’t riding with us again, isn’t he” you guessed. you could see jisung’s head of blonde hair among other people at the bus stop and you didn’t know why but you felt sorta sad that he was actually keeping it up

seungmin was right, this wasn’t jisung and at this point you didn’t feel just guilt but you sorta missed him too

it’s only been a day but tbh you were growing so used to the daily dose of jisung just being loud and being there the past few years that his absence was so obvious and you didn’t like it

“you know what I noticed today?” seungmin asked

“what,” your answer was monotone, your attention on the screen of your phone

“you seemed to miss jisung,,, if not miss then like,,, you just didn’t like him not being there,” you could hear the growing smile in seungmin’s voice

you mentally cursed, yeah you had the thoughts of not liking him not being there but you didn’t need the confirmation that seungmin provided

“what’s that supposed to mean?” The drive was quick and seungmin was already at your house

“you can figure that out, you’re a big girl now” he winked and then playfully pushed you out the car

“seungmin I swear you always do this and it never ends up well for me” you retorted with a grunt in your voice

“bye y/n” seungmin yelled before you threw the door closed

it’s been almost a week since the incident and jisung was surprisingly still keeping it up

which honestly was weird as hell since he was one clingy mf

it wasn’t like you didn’t want to apologize for your words but you literally couldn’t

jisung was so out of reach and every chance that you got, he dodged that shit

you didn’t mentally or physically know it but you were actually starting to long for him now and you just straight up missed him

you DIDNT know this though, not until you texted seungmin

the digital clock that sat on your bedside table displayed 9:19 pm and you just finished the assignment that was given to you that day

your mind was now moving towards the situation you were seemingly stranded in right now

could I possibly like jisung?

Wait no that’s gross I just miss him, as friend. That’s different

you groaned out loud and grabbed your phone, sending seungmin a text

[9:22] y/n: yo I have a question

[9:22] minnie: sure what is it

[9:23] y/n: what did you mean the other day

[9:23] y/n: when you said that shit about me missing him

[9:23] y/n: and don’t lie to me seungmin you know you were trying to hint something

[9:26] minnie: dude you know

[9:26] minnie: I know you know it

[9:27] minnie: its pretty obvious

you heart was constantly skipping beats because it honestly couldn’t be

you really hoped it was true and that you weren’t just feeling this because you felt bad for jisung

[9:28] y/n: yea but I need someone to say it

[9:28] y/n: i don’t trust myself

you huffed and put the front of your phone face down onto your bed

maybe I do? it wouldn’t be bad if I did right?

you phone buzzed which caught you off guard

why were you making a big deal out of this? It’s just feelings oh my gad

[9:30] minnie: you like him

shit-oh-my-gad

that was it

you pressed your lips into a thin line and felt the pit of your stomach bubble

[9:31] y/n: thanks

[9:31] y/n: this isnt just guilt talking right?

[9:32] minnie: from my perspective?

[9:32] y/n: that’s better than my perspective, you basically know me better than I know myself

[9:33] minnie: okay

[9:34] minnie: I think that jisung grew on you at some point

[9:34] minnie: when this first started, you were actually fuming and shit

[9:34] minnie: like it was actually really scary

[9:34] minnie: then you softened up after a while and you just tried to keep that image so it wouldn’t show tht u did

[9:35] minnie: at first I thought I was just overthinking but once I noticed you looking every 3 secs at the door for jisung or you actually asked bout him being there or sum, that said it all

[9:35] minnie: so no I don’t think it’s guilt talking, don’t feel bad

[9:35] minnie: you just didn’t notice bc you’re really stupid

you felt relieved at seungmin’s words

maybe he was right, maybe you did grow soft but you simply hadn’t noticed

[9:36] y/n: thanks minnie, now I just fucked more by telling him off the other day

[9:36] y/n: also don’t call me stupid

[9:37] minnie: talk to him, it’s obvious that he’s forcing himself at this point

[9:37] minnie: we’re basically his only friends. You really think he could spend this whole time alone at school

[9:37] minnie: he still talks to me tho, just talk to him

[9:38] y/n: I will

your plan was that if jisung managed to avoid you during the day, you’d talk to him after school

you contemplated whether you should  just apologize or apologize and tell him how you felt

the latter seemed like so much and you didn’t even know if he liked you still after the incident

seungmin smiled down at you when you quietly sat in the passenger’s

“good morning” he greeted. he backed out of the driveway and started on his way

“morning” you replied with a monotone voice, thoughts all on what you were going to say to jisung

“gonna talk to jisung?”

“yeah...” you unconsciously began to fiddle with the zipper of your bag, “do you know if he still,, likes me? Idk whether I should say I like him too or just apologize.”

seungmin let out an airy laugh that made you want to smack him but you restrained yourself

“last time I talked to him I think he did,” seungmin kept his eyes on the road

“when was that?” you felt like deflating like a balloon

“last night”

you almost jumped out of the car window at that answer. you were ecstatic yet at the same time scared

“liar” you let out

“I swear, you can check my texts if you want, unless you don’t wanna see him sulking over you hurting him”

yikers

so the decision was made. apologize, explain, then confess and explain that too

,,,,

morning was eventless. jisung was sat at the front near the door again

you sorta figured it was to get out just as the bell rings

there was no way you would be given the chance to talk to him so that sucked ass

lunch, he was gone again obviously

Maybe after school was best? It was easier that way.

“I can force him to get a ride with me or something,,,” seungmin suggested

he saw the look on your face the one he’s been seeing this whole week

you agreed even though you knew it wouldn’t work, it was better than nothing, and you never know

“I’ll say you’re riding with me.” seungmin seemed to have it all planned but you knew jisung was too smart for this

you nodded and smiled weakly, “it’ll be a good try but i dont think it’ll work”

“We’ll see. You never know.”

It just so happened that once you got to seungmin’s car after school, there was no jisung in sight

you shifted your view to the bus stop where you’d normally see the boy as well, but he was not there either

“he said he’d be in the spare room down the fine arts hall,” seungmin stated. He could read you like a book.

Your face screamed confusion

“do you think i should go there?” you shook your head and opened the car door, “you know what? This can wait tomorrow…”

“just go, y/n. In a way he’s asking for it, he’s alone in a quiet room, that’s perfect for an apology and a confession. This could be your only chance in a while,” seungmin played with the car keys in his hands and then gave you a rather tempting look over the car

You stood there and contemplated

maybe you weren’t ready and you should wait a day or two to get things sorted

but at the same time you really wanted to just get things fixed with jisung

you glanced over at seungmin and found him staring back at you with raised brows and straight and serious face

“do it”

again it took you a moment to decide but seungmin was right, this chance was a good chance

“okay but you better wait here so i could get a ride home.”

“no problem with me, ill just sit here listening to some jams.”

you let out a tiny wheeze and threw your bag onto the floor of his car before making your way back in

you hated going back in since you were walking against people walking out. you were just glad that it was at the end of the day and that meant the school was emptying

you mindlessly made your way to the spare room and then stood at the door to peek through the window

at first you thought that jisung wasnt in there but as you brought your face closer to the window, you see jisung sitting against the wall

he had his knees propped up as a ‘stand’ for a notebook he had opened and he had a pencil in one hand

his headphones were half off but you could clearly see the tiny grin that appeared on his face and the way he subtly bopped his head

that’s wholesome

you huffed out a huge breath and knocked on the door. when you see jisung look up, you turn the doorknob and push it open to enter

“y-y/n?” he stammered while he abruptly stood up, carelessly dropping the things that were in his hands a second ago

“can i talk to you?” you inched closer before you stopped about a metre away from him, giving his space

he sunk his hands into the sleeves of his sweater and kept his head low, trying to avoid eye contact

“yeah”

You squeezed your eyes really quick before looking back at his tiny looking figure, though he was taller than you by a bit

“I really really want to apologize for the other day… I was really mad about a car situation that morning and my tolerance level was really low and I-- I’m sorry I took it out on you and said those words. I really didn’t mean any of that,” that went better than expected... now for the confession

Jisung brought himself to look up and look at you, making your heart beat faster by the minute

he opened his mouth to say something but you hadn’t noticed since it was your turn to avoid eye contact

you kept going with the plan, “i didn’t want to admit, especially to you, but i actually missed you during these past almost two weeks? seungmin mentioned something that made me feel weird-”

jisung finally stopped you, “I accept your apology, i shouldve stopped when you asked, i was stupid for not listening.”

his brain finally processed the second thing you added which made him jump

did seungmin tell him he liked you or? If he did, he knew damn well he was meeting seungmin on some rooftop

and you missed him? The fuck was happening?

“W-what?” jisung stuttered.

“Jisung,,,” he watched you take a deep breath and said, “ i don’t know how to explain this-- but i didn’t like you not being there? If that makes any sense. It’s not the same as if hyunjin or felix or even seungmin was gone,,, I literally waited for you to come in and sit with us and I felt a slight change in mood when i realized you weren’t riding home with me and seungmin,,,”

“what do you mean, y/n?”

jisung was just as slow as you damn

“It means that I like you, jisung, and i hate myself for not realizing until i hurt you and after all the shit that happened… i’d understand if you don’t like me back anymore,,, this was a reach.”

So seungmin did tell her, he thought

“You like me?” jisung was almost glowing and his gummy smile soon began to appear but he resisted

You nodded sheepishly

“Well,,,” jisung crossed his arms and brought his chin high, “i don’t like you back”

You were shook and a look of worry was slapped onto your face

“I’m joking,” he broke out into a smile, “i really like you back”

“I hate you!” you say, slapping his arm, “i really thought i looked fucking stupid doing that”

On the inside, you were jumping for joy, this was the jisung you knew, annoying and loud, but it was your fault for falling for the boy

[angelkurenai]

Sleepless nights - Steve Rogers x Reader

Title: Sleepless nights

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Being the adopted daughter of the one and only Tony Stark, after your parents’ death, has both its perks and drawbacks, like getting to know Captain America himself. However, no matter how close you are, whenever you try to have some alone time with the supersoldier someone seems to be ready to interrupt. So when you find him alone in the gym one night, you decide to take the chance. Only you don’t know his pent up frustration has a lot to do with you.

Staying up till late at night had disadvantages and more often than not cause a lot of trouble. Whether it would be arguing with Tony or more like being lectured by your father-figure that you weren't getting enough sleep and how unhealthy it was to work till late at night – look who's talking – or making careless mistakes during missions, because of lack of sleep, that ended in you getting hurt pretty bad sometimes and in the end getting the 'I told you so' look from Tony and other members of the team; or even worse sometimes the concerned look in Steve's baby blue eyes that just broke your heart, knowing you put him through such worry. 

You weren't an Avenger but your knowledge in technology and all of the things that Tony had taught you over the years, from helping in making all the suits to hacking in systems not even FRIDAY could, came in handy more often than not. Not to mention that once in a while you loved being there and seeing the Avengers in action, alright maybe Steve a little more than the others.

Steve. Steve Rogers. Captain America. Friend. And above all, the man that stole your heart from the first moment you met. Not to mention the biggest advantage of staying up till late at night. The only perk other than getting your job done, was walking by the training rooms to see the shoulders flex underneath his shirt as he kept punching the punching bag in front of him. You got carried away admiring for a full minute, not a surprise there and not the first time either, but this time at least you weren't on edge thinking someone might catch you, because nobody else apart from you and Steve (apparently) was awake at this time of the night.

It was so easy for this man to distract you even with the smallest thing. You bit your lip, glancing around the small hallway in case somebody was around, luck wasn't with your side whenever you wanted to be alone with the super soldier, so if this was your chance you weren't going to let it slip.

“I never took you for a night owl, Stevie.” you said in a soft voice so as not to startle him, when you entered the training room.

The man paused, turning to look in your direction before a small adorable smile graced his lips that made your knees go weak “Trust me, I surprise myself sometimes too.”

Your smile only got bigger, not just because of his one, but also because if his back could have you staring then his sweaty front side had you gawking “Seems like you were going hard on that punching bag, makes one wonder whose face you were picturing.” you said with a smirk that made him let out a soft laugh.

“If you are implying Tony because of what happened today at the mission, I'll admit that he made me see red but no, not to that extend.” he walked towards you, unwrapping the gauze from his hands “We don't always see eye to eye, but that's how we work I guess.”

“Hey, nobody's gonna blame you if you were picturing his face! I know I do sometimes.” you confessed with a sly smile that made a beautiful chuckle leave his lips.

“You do huh?” he raised an eyebrow and you nodded your head.

“I love dad, but sometimes he's so infuriating he's just asking for it.” you shrugged.

“Dad huh?” he breathed out and you gave him a small nod and smile “I'm glad that you've gone on that level with him, now. Infuriating or not, he's a good man and he does see you as his daughter. He cares about you like a father would, and that's something we all can see. Whether you're adopted or not, you're more family to him than blood relation can go.”

“Tony was...” your smile fell as your eyes casted down “He was the only one I had when my parents died. My whole world crumbled down when I realized that the people closest to me where gone and they weren't coming back. He supported me so much on an emotional level, helped me through my nightmares, through my anxiety attacks, he-” you blinked away the tears, looking up when you felt his hand on your shoulder “He stood by my side like a real father, not just because they were old friends or because he decided to take me in, but because he was really there for me, I really think he deserves it. He was the only one I had when everything fell apart around me and now... I have you too.”

“You always will have me. For anything that's worrying you or troubling you, I'm- I'm here for you.” he said in a soft whisper “I-” he cleared his throat, looking down before adding “I know what it's like to lose everything you knew, to have to deal with nightmares and have nothing to grasp onto for sanity.”

Your heart did a small drop, thinking that this was just Steve being the sweetheart he was to everyone and not because you more special to him than others “Is that why you're here tonight? Trying to grasp onto some sanity?”

Or at least so you thought, because in his eyes you were far more than just what you gave yourself credit for.

He cleared his throat, looking away from you while his hand fell and he rubbed the back of his neck almost nervously “You could say that, I guess.”

“You know-” you took hold of his hand before he could turn away from you, surprising mostly yourself than him “If anything, anything at all, is bothering you then I need you to know I am here for you as well, Steve. You can talk to me without fear, I will understand everything... At least, I'll try my best to.”

“Believe me, I know that. And you have no idea how important it is to me.” he gave you a breath-taking smile before, although hesitantly, he leaned down to kiss your cheek surprising the both of you. You were sure that the red tht tinted his cheeks matched that of yours but you both had two wide grins that were just impossible to hide.

“Alright-” you cleared your throat, still smiling “Until you feel like talking about any of the things troubling you, how about you let out your pent up frustration another way hm?”

“What?” he blinked, his eyebrows raising in surprise and his eyes slightly widened.

“What?” you asked back, tilting your head to the side , narrowing your eyes at him.

“I-” he shook his head “What did you mean?”

“Some combat. I'm not the best at it but I can hold a fight... or at least so I'd like to believe. You could always teach me a couple new things.” you giggled softly and he cleared his throat, nodding his head.

“Oh” he breathed out “Ye-yeah, of course. I guess it could come in handy at some point.”

“Especially if dad keeps getting on my nerves like this.” you grinned, starting to take off your long hoodie “Don't worry about hurting me though. You can go as rough as you want, I can- You ok?” you stopped yourself, giving him a curious look when you noticed he was staring quite wide-eyed.

“I'm- Yeah I'm alright.” he blinked, clearing his throat but still looking away.

“Are you sure?” you asked with a small smirk, always loving when he got bashful around you. A man who usually towered over everybody else, broad shoulders and big arms that could rip a log in half – and he had – could get so shy around you so easily and act like a teen in front of their crush. Or at least you wished.

“Yeah, of course. Alright, so what would you like to learn?” he asked, and the way he looked so intensely in your eyes made you raise an eyebrow. It was almost as if he was forcing himself to focus on your face and not- Oh. Oh!

“I-” you tried to fight the grin “Am I making you uncomfortable Steve?”

“No, not at all. Why would you say that?” he tried to play it cool but it was so obvious how flustered he was that it just made your heart skip another beat.

“Oh I don't know, I'm just guessing.” you shrugged “Sorry by the way, for the clothes. Dad likes the AC to work on max down in the labs sometimes but in my room it's usually warmer so keeping some shorts and a tank-top underneath the hoodie is always the best option. I thought you'd have gotten used to seeing women exposing much more skin in 2018.”

“No, no yeah of course I am. That's not it.” he shook his head, because it was true after all. He was used to that, more than he thought he'd be, but he was and could not get used enough to your body being so exposed around him or the way that made him feel to be as comfortable as he was with other women.

“Then what?” you took a step closer to him, noticing how he scooted back subtly. This time the move not making your heart ache the way it usually would because you understood very well the reason behind it.

“Steve...” you started in a soft voice, trying to fight the smile from your lips “Is there something you're not telling me?”

“What?” he frowned, blinking “Oh, no. No everything is alright. I'm just... troubled and worried, from the mission is all.” he knew he was lying through his teeth and he hoped you bought it but how could he ever tell you the whole truth?

He couldn't put that kind of truth into words, not even when he was alone, not to mention when he was facing you. How could he even say that he had come down to the training room after an ice-cold shower to find a way to get his mind off of you and all those so-not-appropriate thoughts and above all dreams he'd had about you that woke him up in the middle of the night? He couldn't say that.

“Stevie” you started, placing a hand on his arm and he instantly looked at you “I meant it when I said you can talk to me about anything.”

“And you really are the one I will always look for when I need to, you know it.” he gave you a small smile “B-But this one's different so it's better if you don't stress yourself out with my problems. I'll be alright, don't worry about me.”

“Yes, but-” you took another step closer to him, this time really surprising yourself with how daring you were “It will help get the weight of your shoulders, you know.”

“Or maybe ruin things for good.” he said back softly, worry in his eyes “And I can't afford that, I- I won't be able to take that.”

“Maybe. But maybe it could change things for the better. You won't know until you make the move.” you said softly, your hand sliding down to hold his and he gave your hand a squeeze.

“I- I just wanted-” but he didn't get to complete his sentence when another voice cut him off, and it wasn't yours.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n)-Stark get your ass in the labs this moment before I come down there to take you myself.” Tony's voice echoed through the training room and it sounded just as pissed off as you'd expect from him. You all-but-jumped away from Steve before looking up at no particular wall because you didn't know where the cameras had been installed exactly.

“Oh and sorry for interrupting.” his voice was laced with sarcasm, making your blood boil.

“Are you spying on me or something now?” you crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the wall.

“When you're forgetting to put clothes on, yes, yes I actually am.” his voice said back sassily and you rolled your eyes, mocking him childishly before he spoke up again “And don't roll your eyes on me, you hear me? Come here now.”

“And what if I say no?” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“(Y/n)” Steve warned softly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“First of; hands off Rogers, I see you. Second; you either come here now or so help me, I have enough footage to blackmail you for the rest of your life.”

“Real mature, dad.” you muttered, but right before you could sass him back, Steve spoke to you gently.

“It's alright, (Y/n), really. We'll find another chance sometime.” he gave your shoulder a squeeze “Go. Knowing Tony he's going to keep his word.”

“I-” you sighed in defeat “I'm gonna burn those baby photos down.” you muttered before leaning in to kiss his cheek, despite Tony clearing his throat for you to hear “See you, Steve, maybe another time.”

“Oh I really hope not.” came your father's voice and you rolled your eyes, taking hold of your hoodie.

“Fuck you, dad.” you said loud enough for him to hear as you made your way to the door.

“Language!” you were surprised to hear from actually both of them but you just shrugged it off before you hurried to the labs.

And just as you expected you found a grumpy Tony Stark waiting for you there with his arms crossed over his chest as he said “Care to explain what was that?”

“Interesting, I was gonna ask you the same thing.” you shot back, after all these years you had started acting a lot more like him without realizing but despite how proud it made Tony, he now was only pissed.

“I could always see you had a thing for him but taking it this far? Really?”

“This far? Are you serious, dad?” you scoffed a laugh “We were just about to do some combat, Steve would teach me a couple moves. We weren't doing it in the middle of the training room because as you see I'm perfectly dressed considering it's the middle of freaking summer! When that happens it will be in my room or his, don't worry about it.” you shrugged casually but he choked on thin air, his eyes going wide.

“Oh shit my left side is going numb, shit I can't feel it. That's not normal, is it? It must be a heart attack, it needs to be.” he blinked and you rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was being “When did you even get to that part?!”

“We haven't but-” you shrugged casually again “We might. At least I hope, when I get the courage to tell him how I-”

“Hope?!” his eyes widened once more in just a couple minutes “Alright, that's it. Sit down, you and I need to have a talk.”

“You wanna talk? Fine, let's talk. But I'll give you a heads up: By the end of this conversation I will still tell you that I have feelings for Steve Grant Rogers and that is not going to change. Now-” you sat down on a chair, motioning for him to do the same “I'm listening.”

[palmettoes]

hi babe so have you ever considered neil and matt sharing an apartment? maybe they're on the same team or close enough to share one, and it's absolutely amazing because these boys love and support each other so much. but then.. they're also both absolute children when left alone together and the foxes get updates of whatever the most recent thing is with one completely ridiculous picture that never gets explained (like the Sofa Incident). basically love and fun and the brothers they never got!!

(em you already Know how much i love this prompt but like ,, in case you needed a reminder i LOVE this prompt im still crying thANK U anyway this took probably too long but i highkey poured my heart into this dumb little fic i hope u love it ur such an angel ily !!!)

read it on ao3! | prompts are closed :(

◊

Months from now, Neil will be grateful for this lifeline.It’s the offering of comfort and stability he needs long before he knows he’sallowed to want it, and Matt is holding it out to him without a second ofhesitation. Months from now, Neil will appreciate it for what it is. But fornow it feels bigger than he deserves.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” he says, placing a neatly foldedshirt on top of the growing pile beside his suitcase and turning to look atMatt. “I can look after myself.”

Matt, to his credit, doesn’t roll his eyes but Neil watchesthe corners twitch and he knows it’s a near thing.

“I know you can. I’m not asking to be your babysitter. I’masking to be your roommate.”

“Why?”

Neil can’t help it. The question is itching under his skin,making him shifty and uncomfortable. He doesn’t understand Matt’s motives: hespent three years living in close quarters with Neil and half of the last twopractically glued to Neil’s couch at any given opportunity. Why he is willinglysigning up for another year of it, Neil cannot fathom.

“We’re playing for the same team. It just makes sense,” Mattsays and he makes it sound like it really does. Neil frowns and purses his lipsand can’t think of any good reason to dispute it.

“You don’t share an apartment with any of your otherteammates.”

Matt does roll his eyes this time, but it’s a gesturefilled with fondness and, for reasons Neil can’t explain, the rest of hiscomplaints stick in his throat.

“None of my other teammates are my best friend.”

◊

It’s surprisingly easy, Neil thinks, to fall into theroutine of living with Matt. The apartment is already full of Matt’sbelongings, from his two year head start, but bits and pieces of Neil slip intothe cracks—his running shoes by the door, two mugs by the coffee pot eachmorning, Andrew’s hoodie on the back of the couch. It becomes theirs intrinsicallyuntil the discomfiture ebbs away and the word home seeps through.

When Neil wakes up in his new apartment for the first time,the morning feels stretched and torpid. The absence of weight in the bed besidehim is a hollow ache in his chest, and he gets up just to avoid the immensityof it. The world is drowsy outside his window, dark and slow as it blinksitself back to life, but their apartment is already alight with the smell ofcoffee and the muffled sound of socked footsteps.

Neil finds Matt in the kitchen, one hand pouring milk into amug of coffee, the other stirring porridge on the stove. Matt looks up at hisarrival and grins, all teeth and dimples. He sets down the milk carton andhooks his fingers around the handle of the other mug, holding it out to Neil.

“Morning, princess,” he says. Neil wraps his stiff fingersaround the mug, letting the warmth seep through to his bones and wake himproperly.

“Your porridge is done,” he observes, because he can see itthickening around Matt’s spoon as he steps past. Matt yelps and flicks off thegas, transferring the pot to a cool hob and reaching for a bowl in the samemovement.

“There’s enough for two,” he says as he scrapes the gloopymixture into his bowl. Neil stands on his toes to open one of the cupboards andgrab a granola bar from the second shelf.

“I’m good, thanks.”

Neil holds the half-opened granola bar up in defence whenMatt shoots him the look he reserves for disapproval at Neil’s tendency to skipmeals. He doesn’t comment but the tilt of his mouth is displeased. Neil shrugsit off and sips his coffee.

“Excited to meet the team later?” Matt asks as he runs hotwater into the empty pot to soak. Neil waits until the gurgle of the tap shutsoff to reply.

“Not really. I don’t care what they’re like. It’s how theyplay that matters.”

Matt turns to lean against the kitchen bench, bowl in hand,and rolls his eyes fondly—something of a recurring action around Neil.

“Now you sound like Kevin.”

“Kevin sounds like me,” Neil corrects, just to be contrary.

Matt grins around a mouthful of porridge. “You’re both asbad as each other. Come on, you can have first shower. I want to show you thebest route to the supermarket before we’re due at the stadium.”

◊

The team, as it turns out, arefar more excited to meet Neil than he is to meet them. There are three new teammembers, including him; one other first year pro and a transfer from Denver,but Neil inadvertently steals most of the attention. It’s some mixture of hismemorable face gracing television far more than any college student has a rightto, and Matt singing his praises over the past two years, that gives him adegree of interest the Cannons gravitate towards. All Neil really wants to dois talk to the Denver recruit about a certain goalkeeper on his old team, butMatt squeezes his shoulder lightly and it is as much a warning as it is acomfort. Play nice.

Neil smiles and lets KatiLaskey—starting striker—hook her elbow around his neck and rub her other handlightly through his hair. If he closed his eyes, her weight against his bodywould almost feel like Dan. The thought is both reassuring and saddening, likea weight constricting his chest not quite enough to leave him breathless, butspiking discomfort through his ribcage all the same. He finds he cannot makeeye contact with any of his new teammates.

“They’re not Foxes,” he says,when Matt prompts him for an opinion as they ease into traffic on their wayhome. Matt hums assent because it’s true, they are not and never will be theshape of puzzle pieces cut from the same jigsaw. They are Cannons, equal partschaos and content, and they have dug a Neil-sized hole in their line-up, but itis a manufactured kind of welcoming, a family born of necessity rather thandesire.

“They’re good people,” Matt saysand Neil cannot find fault to disagree.

“They’re good as teammates,” hesays instead. Matt flicks him a look under the guise of checking his blind spotbefore signalling the turn-off. They turn down the side street connected totheir apartment complex and Neil traces the vaguely familiar shapes outside thewindow with his finger.

It is still warm yet, the airhumid and muggy with the weight of summer. He can see heat hanging heavy overthe pavement and pooling in pockets between the clouds. He hates days likethese, but this one feels less like a burden and more like a blanket, swathinghim in the absence of body heat. Not ideal, but somehow enough all the same.

“They’re good as teammates, but Ialready have all the family I need.”

When Matt looks at him this time,it is with blatant intent and his smile is blinding.

◊

mattyb: someone come collect neil he’s making me sad

gaynolds: what did he tell you this time??

mattyb: a story about his mom

gaynolds: fuck those are the worst

wildz: u all g josten?

jos10: I’m fine.

gaynolds: :/

mattyb: he let me pat his head

wildz: 4 his comfort or urs ???

mattyb: honestly mine but i like to think it’shelping him too

jos10: It’s nice. Thank you.

nickyminaj: omg neil :( u cant be sad when im too faraway to hug u

jos10: I’m not sad.

jos10: Matt is.

mattyb: I AM

nickyminaj: mattie no :(

nickyminaj: coming to hug u both rn

wildz: me 2

gaynolds: me three

wildz: group hug @ the b/j apt.

nickyminaj: the WHAT

wildz: boyd/josten but im just rlzing how bad thtsounds

mattyb: H

mattyb: NNNN OFJAJKM.VWQ3JFJEZ/.DS’’;XMLD

nickyminaj: uh

wildz: r u dyin ???

mattyb: might have to take a raincheck on the grouphug

mattyb: OH HOLY FUCK

wildz: ?????

gaynolds: omg

mattyb: NEIL JUST

mattyb: CHRIST

nickyminaj: what did he do now lmfao

gaynolds: b/j apartment is my favourite soap

nickyminaj: ^^^

wildz: r they actually ded ????

gaynolds: matt??

nickyminaj: 50 bucks says neil started a fire tryingto make dinner

gaynolds: you’re on

gaynolds: josten knows how to cook

nickyminaj: lmaooo

nickyminaj: u didn’t see him try to use the sandwichpress at the columbia house

nickyminaj: andrew banished him from the kitchen

gaynolds: fuck

wildz: can confirm, neil knos how 2 cook but nt how 2use tech

kevinday: What’s happening?

mattyb: [image attached]

kevinday: What the fuck.

gaynolds: what the fuck

nickyminaj: WHAT THE FUCK

wildz: wht hppnd???

nickyminaj: UR COUCH IM CRYING

kevinday: How did that happen?

gaynolds: is neil BLEEDING

nickyminaj: holy fuck yeah his face

wildz: shit

kevinday: Is that a bird?

gaynolds: IS THAT A BIRD

nickyminaj: oh my god

wildz: matt wtf is goin on?

jos10: We’re fine. Matt had to sit down because hewas laughing too much.

wildz: neil ????

nickyminaj: EXPLAIN

jos10: I have to go. It’s fine.

gaynolds: josten you’re bleeding out of your face andthere is a pigeon on your head

kevinday: Neil

nickyminaj: oh my god

nickyminaj: we’re pretending this is normal oh my god

aaminyard: what is going on?

aaminyard: oh that couch is in shreds lol

nickyminaj: AARON PLS

wildz: called matt but it went str8 2 vmail

gaynolds: the bird probably fucking murdered them

aaminyard: finally

nickyminaj: aaron pls

wildz: aaron pls

gaynolds: aaron pls

aminyard: aaron no

◊

(The bird is collected by an ABC volunteer.

They buy a new couch.)

◊

Integrating himself into an already functioning team is botheasier and harder than knitting together the torn edges of the Foxes. TheCannons are professionals—polite because they are paid to be and serious whereexy is concerned—but they are friends off the court as well. Three months intotheir season, Neil has grown used to one or another of their teammates crashingon the couch in his and Matt’s apartment, or showing up unannounced withtakeout on their days off. Kati takes him out for coffee twice a week at asugar-free café two blocks from his apartment (which Neil delights in tellingAndrew about) and fills him in on the details of her personal life. (Her longdistance girlfriend just moved over from Missouri. They’re adopting cats.) Inreturn, Neil shows her the latest picture Andrew has texted him (the curl ofsmoke against a city skyline, or the glint of a blade under sunlight, or theopen freeway above the Maserati dashboard). Neil is never very sure, but hethinks this makes them friends.

Somewhere along the way, the team become less likecolleagues and more like something personal, something that spreads like warmbutter inside Neil’s chest. He knows parts of their lives that go deeper thannecessity for survival, while they learn where he likes to go to eat and what hiscollege major was. He lets them scavenge through his life for the titbits thatshould not matter yet somehow do, but saves the intimate details to sharebetween Matt and Kati. It’s not that he and Andrew are a secret, but Neil isprivate by nature and the Cannons, for all their friendship, are still notfamily.

They seem content to take what they’re given and pry nofurther, so Neil isn’t concerned when their captain, Breanna Ramírez, asks himto spare a minute after practice. He detours past Matt on his way off the courtto let him know he’ll make his own way home. Matt swings an arm around Neil’sshoulders and leans down to knock their heads together.

“Nice work today, honey,” he says and lets go, waving asNeil heads to the locker room.

Breanna takes him to a patisserie ten minutes from thestadium where, she tells him, they sell petits fours that her husbandthinks are to-die-for. Neil texts a picture of the display cabinet followed bya question mark to Andrew while he waits for Breanna to order. They get theircoffees to-go and Breanna’s husband’s petits fours in a small paper bag,and walk the short distance to a nearby park.

They talk about the season, about the flaws in the startingline-up, and about the kids Breanna and her husband are currently fostering.Neil wants to tell her he and Matt almost adopted an injured bird that they letfly into their apartment, but decides she might not take it in her stride aseasily as the Foxes.

Instead he says, “Maybe I’ll stop by the patisserie again onthe way home. Matt loves pain au chocolat.”

Breanna looks at him, looks away, sighs, looks at him again.

“Josten.” She fiddles with the lid of her coffee cup. “Neil.I didn’t want to say anything, but I feel, I don’t know, morally obligated.”

Neil’s pulse jumps in his wrist and he blinks at Breanna,confused and apprehensive.

“Morally obligated to what?”

“Look, you and Boyd are both lovely and I know it isn’treally my business, but the team has been talking and— Well, I’m not trying topreach to you, but sometimes his fiancée comes to visit and I just want to beclear that none of us are comfortable covering for you. If it comes to that.”

She’s doing everything to avoid his gaze now and Neil hasnever seen her so unsure of herself. He frowns, turning her words over in hishead but no matter which way he pushes and pulls he can’t make sense of them.

“What does Dan have to do with this?”

“You know, because of your… thing with Boyd.”

“My—” Neil stares at her as the pieces click into place,forming a complete picture, albeit one that makes Neil’s head ache. “You thinkI’m having an affair with Matt?”

“You’re not?” Breanna finally makes eye contact, head tiltedand eyebrows knit. Neil almost laughs but something about the set of her jawstops him.

“What makes you think we’re having an affair?”

“You’re very affectionate,” she says, shrugging. “We’venoticed things.”

“He’s my best friend.” Neil’s tongue feels numb in his mouth.His words come slowly, as though his brain is still catching up to theconversation. “We’re just like that.”

“You’re close.”

“Yeah. He’s my best friend,” Neil says again, like she mighthave missed it the first time. Breanna bites her lip and glances down at whereher fingers have twisted in the paper bag.

“There’s really nothing going on there, is there?” she asksin a small voice, and Neil’s patience slips a little.

“He wouldn’t do that to Dan. I wouldn’t do that toDan.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what? Imply that we’re both cheatingassholes? Yes, you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have said anything.”

He knows his temper is sparking, knows he should put a lidon it, but his mouth is running faster than he can catch it. He doesn’tunderstand how she can’t see that they’re the two least likely people to beunfaithful to their partners, or why she thinks it’s any of her concern anyway.

“But you can see how it seemed like that, right? I mean, hecalls you pet names all the time. You buy him pastries for no reason. Lastweek, he kissed you at practice.”

“On the forehead,” Neil feels the need to remind her. “Becausewe’re friends. Do you need a rundown of every interaction we’ve ever had toprove that? How about a timeline of the development of our friendship?”

“This really isn’t any of my business,” Breanna says andNeil’s mouth twists in scorn.

“You’re right, it isn’t. I should go. I still want to get tothe patisserie before it closes.” He stands up, forcibly releasing the tensionin his fists, and tells himself to walk away. “See you at practice tomorrow.”

“Neil, I’m sorry,” she starts to say but he waves her off.He only makes it three steps before he decides he’s not finished. He pivots onthe spot, clenches his fists, and inhales sharply.

“For the record, I have a boyfriend and we’re very happy,”he says and watches Breanna’s face go slack, her mouth opening on words thatdon’t come out. It takes her three tries to find them.

“You never said.”

“It was never any of your business.”

She bows her head little, then looks up to meet his eyes,her cheek dimpled where it’s caught between her teeth. Neil shrugs.

“Just so you know. He’s the only one I’m interested in.”

Breanna nods and looks like she wants to say something else,but she doesn’t protest when Neil turns again to walk away. He has a funnyfeeling the patisserie doesn’t open late and he really doesn’t want to missthem.

◊

“The team think we’re having an affair,” he tells Mattlater, perched on the kitchen workbench to the left of the stove. Matt iscooking pasta sauce in a large pot, which means he’s making enough to freezethe leftovers because he knows Neil will happily go hungry if it means hedoesn’t have to cook on days when he can’t find the energy.

“Our team?” Matt asks incredulously. Neil nods,absentmindedly popping the seal on a half-empty jar of olives.

“Ramírez told me it’s been team gossip for weeks.”

Matt laughs, reaching around Neil to lift another pot downfrom the shelf above his head. He puts it on one of the empty hobs and returnsto stirring his sauce, so Neil leans over to flick the switch on the kettle. Hesettles back into his earlier position and searches Matt’s face, but all hefinds are traces of amusement. It calms him a little, his temper over Breanna’saccusations dissipating.

“Fifty bucks says Pav started it,” Matt says, grinning.Aleksei Pavlov is one of their starting backliners and notorious for hisoutlandish but widely believed rumours. He and Matt have a friendly rivalrythat involves playful nicknames and good-natured trash talking at every turn.

“I don’t bet,” Neil reminds Matt unnecessarily. The kettlepings as the water reaches boiling point and he lifts it over to pour into theempty pot on the stovetop. “Allison would have a field day with this though.”

“Oh God, let’s not tell her. If she finds out, Dan findsout, and I’ll be trying to live it down until I’m old and grey,” Matt laughs.Neil hands him a pair of scissors to cut open the bag of pasta in his hand, andreplaces the now empty kettle on its outlet.

“She wouldn’t be mad?”

“Hardly. She’d think it was hilarious.” Matt pours pastainto the pot and flicks the gas on, before giving Neil a curious look. “WouldAndrew be mad?”

Neil hums, returning to pressing the lid of the olive jarand letting it pop back into place. He doesn’t know what Andrew wouldthink—they’ve never had cause to discuss it before—but he can count on one handthe amount of times Andrew has shown interest in things that don’t directlyconcern him.

“I don’t think he’d care.”

“What, he hears his boyfriend is off gallivanting with hishot roommate halfway across the country and he doesn’t even want to check up?”

“He knows we’re not. Andrew doesn’t care for rumours,” Neilsays, shrugging. Thinking of Andrew’s signature apathy dispels the remainder ofhis anger and he finds that he doesn’t care for the rumour either. Andrew’svoice in his head asks why he cares what other people think and Neil can’t finda reason.

“That’s true enough,” Matt agrees. He twists off the heatunder the sauce and gestures at Neil. “Pass me those olives, would you, mylove?”

Neil snorts, releases the seal on the jar, and hands itover. “This is why people think we’re having an affair.”

“Maybe we are.”

Matt’s tongue dips out to lick the corner of his smile andNeil rolls his eyes.

“If I was going to cheat, I think I could at least do betterthan you.”

Neil earns himself an olive pitted straight at his foreheadfor that one. He catches its rebound in his hand and pops it into his mouth,rubbing the stain off his skin and kicking half-heartedly in Matt’s direction.Matt takes an exaggerated step out of the way and returns to slicing olives andsprinkling them into the sauce.

“Do you really want to be insulting me when the fate of yourdinner rests in my hands?” Matt asks. Neil leans over to steal another olive.

“I’ll tell Kevin you’re intentionally depriving me of abalanced diet.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I have him on speed dial,” Neil says, slipping his phoneout of his pocket and holding it up for emphasis. He pushes off the counterwith his hands, landing softly on the linoleum floor and using the momentum toslide on socked feet to the other side of the kitchen. He bends to take twobowls from the cupboard and leans over to the cutlery drawer as he hears Mattchecking on the pasta behind him.

“Hey, sweetheart?”

Neil turns to find Matt beckoning to him, a strand ofspaghetti dangling from his fingers. He steps over and holds out his hand whenprompted by Matt’s grabby motions. Matt loops the spaghetti around his ringfinger, twisting and squeezing the ends until they mush together, effectivelytying the pasta to Neil’s finger.

“Give the team something to talk about, hey,” he says,exaggerating the wink that accompanies it. Neil turns his hand around and holdsup his middle finger in response. Matt laughs and the sound is white horsesbreaking over Neil’s head. He lets himself be pulled under.

◊

mattyb: [image attached]

mattyb: he said yes!

wildz: what

gaynolds: what

renesbian: what

nickyminaj: what

aminyard: what.

nickyminaj: omg

◊

Andrew calls him two hours later while Matt is making hotchocolate and Neil is flicking through sports channels with the TV on mute.

“I let you do one thing on your own and you get engaged toBoyd,” he says by way of hello. Neil smiles, tipping his head against the backof the couch and tapping the remote against his thigh.

“Jealous, are we?”

Andrew huffs, just barely but Neil catches it. He bites downon a laugh and lets his eyes slip closed.

“I thought you at least had better taste than that.”

“I chose you, didn’t I?” Neil says. Warm honey oozes downhis spine and he melts into the cracks between the couch cushions, the wholeworld slipping away and zeroing in on the static crackling down the phone line.Andrew’s voice is sturdy and smooth, garbled by the distance but stillunmistakeably his. Neil relaxes into it.

“Is that an affirmation of your good taste or further proofof your idiocy?”

Neil hums around a grin but doesn’t reply. He knows Andrewknows what he means, even though neither of them will acknowledge it. Theylapse into steady silence, soft breaths and fleeting movements between them.Neil can hear the buzz of traffic from Andrew’s end and assumes he’s on thebalcony of his high-rise apartment, overlooking the bustling street. Neilremembers the city lights and cool breeze from his last visit, the smell ofsmoke and petrol mixing in the air, the way the railing felt digging into hisback when Andrew kissed him up against it. He lets out a half-sigh, abortedbefore Andrew can make anything of it, and swallows the whiskey-flavouredmemory.

“My team knows about you,” he says, just to have somethingto say. It’s a lot like that with Andrew now—they no longer deal in weightedtruths and bleeding secrets. Neil finds that he doesn’t mind half as much as hethought he would, back when he used to worry they would run out of things tosay one day. Sometimes they have conversations without substance; after all,Andrew has always been good at making something out of nothing.

“I would hope so. They’ve played me twice,” Andrew says onan exhale. With his eyes pressed shut and his lips parted on a breath, Neil canalmost taste the smoke leaking from Andrew’s mouth.

“Funny,” he deadpans. Neither of them laugh. “I mean aboutus.”

He half expects Andrew to be difficult for the sake of it,but Andrew has long since stopped denying they are two parts of the same whole.He fiddles with his cigarette instead; Neil can hear his fingers tap away theash.

“Is that a problem?” he asks and Neil hears the part hedoesn’t say, the I don’t mind if you don’t, the this was never secretto anyone who was looking.

“No.”

“Okay.”

Neil breathes. Andrew smokes. The silence fills spacesbetween them.

Neil cracks an eye open when Matt taps him on the shoulder,holding out a steaming mug. From the smell, it’s a fruity blend from the packof herbal teas Kati had given him as thanks for helping out with hergirlfriend’s move. The mug is hot beneath his fingers so he balances it on hisknee while he resituates his grip to the handle, and raises it to his lips.

Andrew? Matt mouths as he settles onto the other sideof the couch, his own mug of hot chocolate warming his palms. Neil nods,nestling the phone between his ear and his shoulder so he can tap the ringfinger of his opposite hand, an explanation of Andrew’s call. Matt grins aroundthe lip of his mug before taking a sip.

“Tell him if he likes it then he should have put a ring onit.”

Neil frowns, glances down at his hand, and then back up atMatt. He mouths what in return but Matt just flaps his hand at thephone.

“Matt says,” Neil looks at him again and Matt gives him athumbs up, “if you like it then you should have put a ring on it?”

There’s a shuffling sound as Andrew shifts around, thesqueak of a screen door sliding open and closed, before the city noises cut offand the silence takes on a new shape.

“Tell Boyd if he likes his tongue he should keep it in hismouth.”

Neil relays the threat and Matt laughs aloud, his hotchocolate sloshing dangerously close to the rim of his mug. Neil watches him inshock—it’s the first time he can remember seeing Matt find genuine humour inanything one of Andrew’s lot have said.

“Did you just make a joke?” he asks Andrew. He’s not surewhich he’s more caught off guard by: that Andrew made a joke or that Matt foundit funny.

“It wasn’t a joke. It was a warning.”

A cupboard door clips shut from Andrew’s end and Neil hearsthe chink of crockery. He makes eye contact with Matt, who raises his eyebrowsand sips his hot chocolate, before shrugging off his surprise.

“I have to make dinner,” Andrew says. It isn’t a dismissalbut Neil can tell by his voice Andrew doesn’t feel like talking.

“Okay,” he agrees, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Andrew grunts, which is an affirmation in its own way, andhangs up without saying goodbye. Neil drops his phone between his thighs forsafekeeping and takes another drink of his tea. Matt nudges Neil’s shin withhis toe, nodding at the TV.

“You watching that?”

There’s a replay of an Exy match from the previous week, butNeil’s already seen it and it isn’t Andrew or Kevin’s team. He hands Matt theremote in lieu of a response and lets his eyes drift shut on the snippets ofsoaps flashing by as Matt switches channels.

◊

gaynolds: it’s been 8 days since our last b/jnonsense

nickyminaj: is that a record?

gaynolds: i think so

wildz: wild

wildz: get it haha

jos10: What’s b/j nonsense?

gaynolds: it’s you honey

aaminyard: aka every time you message this chateveryone has a stroke

nickyminaj: lmfao tru

jos10: Why?

wildz: u n matt r disasters

wildz: always gttin up 2 crzy shit

nickyminaj: u send the most concerning messages andnever elaborate

jos10: No, we don’t?

gaynolds: NO WE DON’T HE SAYS

nickyminaj: remember when matt and neil’s couch gotripped to shreds by a bird

nickyminaj: and they never explained how

gaynolds: remember when matt and neil got married

renesbian: remember when Neil texted the group chat‘cowabunga’ followed by three hashtags

renesbian: then ten seconds later said he rememberedMatt was visiting Dan and not to worry

wildz: rmbr wen m drank 3L of mntn dew at once

wildz: & n sent a pic of him passed out w ac.board cutout of dolly parton

wildz: y do they hav a c.board cutout of dolly parton

jos10: We can’t recycle her without concerning theneighbours.

renesbian: I think the question is why do you haveher in the first place

jos10: Oh.

jos10: We got her from Dollar Tree.

gaynolds: dollar tree sells cardboard cutouts ofdolly parton ???

jos10: I don’t think she was for sale.

nickyminaj: u STOLE dolly parton from dollar tree

aaminyard: you sound surprised

nickyminaj: i mean yeah

nickyminaj: aren’t u ??

aaminyard: no

gaynolds: no

wildz: no

renesbian: no

nickyminaj: good point

jos10: [image attached]

jos10: She lives in the shower.

gaynolds: that is quite literally the most terrifyingcombination of information/image i’ve ever seen

wildz: 1 time i stayed @ b/j apt & she slept inth bed w me n matt

aaminyard: what the fuck

gaynolds: why did we ever let those two live together

nickyminaj: yeah this has gone too far

wildz: m can move in w me if andrew will take n ??

aminyard: deal.

jos10: Who gets Dolly?

aminyard: never mind I don’t want him.

◊

When Neil wakes up in his and Matt’s apartment on what Mattdubs their ‘roommate-iversary’, the morning feels like a wave, hugging the bayit crashes into and guiding Neil’s breaths through the ebb and flow. A yearstretches across the floorboards, worn smooth under their tread, and laps atthe walls, where they’ve taken to sticking photographs and reminders andsmiley-face messages from one to the other. The world is quiet around him, butfor the buzz of the radio and the familiar pattern of footfalls againstlinoleum floor.

Neil finds Matt in the kitchen, two mugs on the worktop anda pancake flipping through the air towards the pan in his outstretched hand.

“Morning, princess,” Matt says, holding up one of the mugswithout turning. Neil loops his fingers through the handle and around theceramic curve, bringing it to his lips to blow the billow of steam away fromthe rim.

“Morning, sunshine,” he says, leaning against the corner ofthe fridge. The way Matt freezes is almost comedic, like each muscle isolatingand tensing one by one. When he looks up, his gigawatt smile is alreadyplastered over his face, bright enough to dissolve the dreary heaviness of themorning, and Neil’s returning grin bites into his cheeks before he can hold itback. Matt returns to his breakfast with crinkles by his eyes. Neil blowslightly on his coffee and takes a sip.

◊

mattyb has changed their name to sunshine.

jos10 has changed their name to princess.

◊

[jul-bilant]

Prince!Seungcheol

prince seungcheol

he was always the buzz around the whole kingdom *i mean y wouldnt he?? have you sEEN the guy????*

he’s always going around town, supervising incase any dumbass decided to sell drugs around the block or smth

(he once caught one and he didnt kno seungcheol was the prince and offered him marijuana and got arrested bc of tht and bc seungcheol got offended lmao)

and whenever he passes by, theres always gonna be some thirstyass girls staring at him like

“oMF SAMANTHA ITS PRINCE SEUNGCHEOL”

“SHUT UP JESS HE’S GONNA HEAR YOU DIMWIT”

or like

*runs up to him* “cAN I BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND??”

and tbh seungcheol just deadass rejects her but like,,, politely bc pRINCE MANNERS

and thats why he has two bodyguards with him at all times outside the palace now

anyways;;; prince seungcheol’s rlly rlly rLLY polite and well-mannered

he’s also a smart boi like

8 yr old seungcheol can solve 10th grade algebra, write a whole 10+ paged essay abt cytology and find the cure for cancer

kidding lol *nOT*

but srsly, this boi is smarter than yo algebra teachers like bi h

and he’s also sort of leader-like, so people already know he’ll be a great king one day

but he also has a kind heart and cares for everyone he loves and the whole kingdom

a 5 yr old girl once tripped over a rock infront of him and he took her to a bench, bought a bandage and aided her scraped knee ;-;

you can tell im soft for seungcheol hhhh

anyways, he’s been stressing out for a while because his coronation as king is nearing and it’s in a few months since his father died a year ago

and he needs to find a suitable partner

thats where you come in

you’re a maid in the palace

the maids have a thing where they check on seungcheol every two or three hours to see if he’s hungry, needs smth, or anything like tht

and this time, you were assigned to check on him

tbh you’ve never been assigned because it’s always the head maid that checks on him or that one maid thats always been the head maid’s fave

but not today

it was 10 pm and you went to see if seungcheol needed anything so you go to his study room

but before you knock, you hear something from inside his study room

it sounds like crying

and you know for a fact that thats seungcheol’s voice thats crying

you were at a loss of what to do, so it took you a while to do anything, but you decided to go down and tell the chefs that he was hungry just so you could bring him his favourite food to cheer him up

when you went back to the study room, you knocked

but he didn’t answer

it was quiet now, no more sobbing

so you opened the door

and saw seungcheol with his head down on the desk

you quietly wheeled the food towards his study table and put the tray on the other desk near the couch

you carefully approached seungcheol out of curiosity

his cheeks were stained with dried tears, but other than that, he still looked as handsome as ever

you grew concerned and took of the blankets from the bigass closet near the prince’s room and draped it over him

i mean, you were already there so why not lol

the next morning, seungcheol awoke to the smell food and a blanket around him

he grew confused but shrugged it off, he expected one of the maids to do these things

but he smiled knowing someone cares

meanwhile, the head maid came up to you and told you that you’ll be the maid who’ll regularly check up on seungcheol from now on since she was, quote-on-quote, “busy”, and her favourite maid had to retire for god knows what

you didn’t know why but you felt a sense of happiness and anxiety at the same time

so in the afternoon, you go to check on seungcheol as he’s in the study room, sorting out papers

when you enter the room after knocking, seungcheol kinda stares at you

not in the bad, offending way, nah m8

but like

‘holy shit this woman looks better than a grilled cheese sandwich’

which roughly translates to “prince seungcheol is making googly-eyes at maid y/n” ty v much

and he blushed a bit but hid it well when you approached him

“good afternoon, prince seungcheol.. i am maid y/n, i’ll be the new maid who’ll check on you from time to time from now on..” you inform him

he smiles

s m i l  e s

“thank you for informing me, miss y/n,” he replied

“may i ask you a small favor?”

you were like

‘w8 boi whut-’

but you just replied with an “ok”

“please tell the maid who draped a blanket over me and brought me food last night 'thank you’, and tell her it’s from me.” he smiled

you contemplated on telling him whether or not it was you,

which would be odd for other people, since they would of cOURSE take the chance and say that they did

but you had a sense of not taking credibility in most cases bc you like being humble and shiet so you nod and telling him you’ll inform her

“thank you, it means a lot to me..” seungcheol smiles

a few months after, you hear his royal adviser, which no one rlly likes tbh (tht includes seungcheol), scolding him because he has yet to find a partner

so you go check on him in his bedroom after knocking, and he let you in

you two had, undoubtedly, grown close

which is weird bc he doesnt really make friends w/ workers in the palace, much less be best friends with them

but thats what happened

he basically tells you everything from his dreams, to when his father passed, to how his cat scratched the curtain of the theatre room and etc.

so naturally, you started liking him

but of course, why’d the prince like a maid like you????

yall were just best friends

(like any other ff pfft)

you sat down on his bed, a concerned look on your face as he was on the verge of tears

“whats wrong?” you asked, even if you already knew what dampened his mood

“Mr. Song is pressuring me into getting married again, but this time he told me other things..”

you watch as a tear or two falls from his eyes

its really painful to watch him cry

“its okay… you dont have to tell me if you dont want to..” you reassured seungcheol but he just shakes his head

“no.. i think you deserve to know”

and he told you about how his adviser called him a worthless prince for not being able to even court a girl, telling him that if he was this indecisive, the kingdom would fall, and other hurtful things like that

at this point, he was crying the whole waterfall somewhere in the deep woods near the kingdom

“cheol.. i’m sorry you had to endure that…”

without thinking, you gently pulled him into your arms, pulling him into a warm hug

both of you were surprised, but didn’t waver away from the hug

for a second you thought 'omf why the fu c  k did i do that’

but you just shook the thought away, telling yourself that your best friend is in emotional pain and you did that for moral support

(which wasnt the only reason but you wanted to deny the others hhh)

but seungcheol on the other hand was lo si  n g his shit

on the inside, of course

he’s like 'omg omg omg she’s hugging me mOM-’

but thats where it dawned on him

he likes you

the next day, you knocked on the door of his study room

but it was silent, just like that one night when he cried himself to sleep

so you opened the door,

but he wasnt there

you panicked a little, thinking about where on palace grounds he couldve gone to

so you checked his bedroom, the kitchen, the theatre room, the throne room, the royal gardens, everywhere

but aside from finding his cat scratching the theatre room curtains, they were all empty

you asked the head maid where he was and she answered you with a shocked expression before replying

“you mean to tell me you didn’t know he was in the neighboring kingdom, meeting up with his arranged fiancee?”

fiancee

arranged or not, it still hurt to know that he was with the woman who he was going to marry

and that was not you

the head maid gave you the day off, since seungcheol wasnt here for the day

you dressed casually, a white, plain, sleeveless dress that goes to your knees, instead of the regular, convervative, longsleeved maid uniform you were obliged to wear when you had work

you took a walk around the palace grounds, eventaully stopping when you reach the rooftop balcony

the moon was already making an appearance, the night ready to take over the sky

you stay there for the time being, finding the night sky, stars and a few blobs of clouds enticing to the human eye

moments later, you find yourself holding back tears

you let out a few stray tears drip down your cheeks as you sniff, not bothering to wipe them away

you were surprised when a blanket was wrapped around you, and a familiar pair of arms pulling into a hug

“its cold, you shouldn’t be out here at this ti- ….why are you crying?” you heard him voice out the last part in a soft whisper, contrasting his normal tone of speech like how he talked a few moments ago

“n-nothing… its dumb..” you tell him, dismissively

but he wasnt having it

“come on, i’ll listen to you.. tell me whats bothering you to the point where you’re crying..” seungcheol wiped a few of your tears away

“i’ll be fine, cheol.. and.. aren’t you supposed to be in the neighboring kingdom until tomorrow?..” you asked

“yes.. but there was no reason to stay if i rejected the marriage.”

what

w h a  t

“you- what?!” you turned to him, dumbfounded

he chuckled

“yeah, i rejected the marriage. i have my eyes on another girl..” he confessed, not breaking the eye contact you both shared

“…quite literally..” he grinned

“she was there for me through everything, comforted me at the toughest of times, and brought me food and a blanket when i fell asleep at my study room..”

so he knew

you blushed, knowing exactly what he meant

he approached you slowly, and once he had you in his field of reach, he cupped your face and pulled you closer to him

“would you…” he paused

“…marry me?”

you smiled a gentle, assuring smile

“..of course.”

and in a fit of smiles and small laughs, seungcheol kissed you

[derireo]

diffident — dks, discontinued

⌬ / ⌬ / ⌬ / ❁ / ⌬ / ⌬

Genre + Warnings: literally only fluff lol i should change the warnings (+ a bit of some name calling)

Words: 2429

Author: derireo - melodicminho

NOTE: the saturday has come !!!! everyone seems 2 be having a good time but taeji and kyungsoo r not having any of ryu’s shit, he shall * pay. sorry for the late update tho, ive been busy with work! hope this short chapter makes up for it

She couldn’t tell if she loved or hated the situation she was in.

Areum was sandwiched between Taeji and Ryu, with Kyungsoo right across from her, Aemi and Min on either side of him.

It’s not that she didn’t want to be there, but she probably would have felt more comfortable had she been put at the corner with only Taeji and Kyungsoo given the opportunity to talk to her.

She frowns to herself as the thought crosses her mind and she snaps out of it. She’s here for a reason and she can’t let herself get in the way of truly becoming friends with the people she’s known for three years.

The fact that Ryu is trying to strike up a conversation with her causes the fog in her head to clear up, and she sits straight at the feeling his voice gives her.

It’s like being wrapped up in a fluffy blanket.

While she’s registering his question, Aemi and Min are gazing at her curiously, hoping in the back of their minds that they’d get something going with the girl. Someone’s metal chopsticks clatter against the table while the sound of sizzling meat mixes in with the restaurant music as she tries to come up with an answer. Taeji’s positively sweating with worry right now.

“I’m feeling lovely right now,” she mumbles, and the response makes everyone at the table exhale in relief.

Ryu’s eyes crinkle happily at the reply he receives and he leans back against his chair after putting the tongs down, his arm casually flopping over the back of Areum’s chair.

The other two boys raise their eyebrows at this action, but Aemi and Min roll their eyes in amusement, already used to Ryu’s flirtatious impulse.

“We’re glad to hear that,” he mumbles right back just to tease Areum, and it causes her to blush in embarrassment. Her voice cracks slightly when she tries to protest, her hand helplessly smacking the boy’s knee to suffice for her lack of a verbal response.

Taeji has a look of disgust on his face, but he hides it by shoving a piece of lettuce and beef into his mouth, Kyungsoo doing the same, but gulping down his whole cup of water afterwards, the similar actions of the two causing the girls to scoff in amusement, while Ryu has Areum distracted with his overwhelmingly strong presence.

It’s like Ryu has Areum in his hands and everyone is not impressed with how the boy manages to keep all of her attention on him. This was not Kyungsoo’s intention when he invited her and he’s slowly coming to the conclusion that maybe he should have asked Areum out alone to avoid having Ryu chat her up.

While the other four are speaking amongst themselves, Ryu has Areum tripping over her words as he’s slowly closing the space between them, his eyes sparkling with mirth when only an incoherent sentence falls from her lips.

“Ah..” her breath catches in her throat when the boy tucks a few strands of her hair behind her ear, her gaze landing on anything other than his face. Her heart is racing so fast to the point that she’s pretty sure everyone at the table can hear it and she hates herself for feeling like this; it’s a common reaction when faced with a difficult situation.

Kyungsoo gags to himself and Taeji raises his eyebrows in agreement, causing the other girls to laugh silently, their eyes squinted as they clutch their stomachs at all the interactions currently going on at the table; it’s quite sweet that the boys seem to be drawn to Areum, but Ryu seems to be taking a step further even though he’s only talked to her today.

Taeji frantically pulls out his phone when he catches Ryu in the act of creating a bulgogi wrap for Areum, Kyungsoo biting his knuckles nervously.

Right when Ryu was going to offer the wrap, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Areum breathes a silent sigh of relief and holds her hand to her chest to calm her heart, glad to have her space back.

Ryu practically chokes from laughter when he reads the text message he received.

tae g: leave her alon e u slut!!!

With the boy distracted, Taeji takes this chance to grab the bottom of Areum’s seat and drags her closer to him to protect her from the big, bad wolf.

Another text message to Ryu, from Kyungsoo.

k su: if you feed her tht bulgogi wrap i swear on my life i will beat ur fucking ass, beanstalk bitch

This beanstalk bitch can’t stop laughing. He’s practically gagging on the water he’s sipping on and the girls are just hoping he chokes soon so that they can eat in peace.

Areum doesn’t know what’s going on and she’s pretty sure she never will, and she’s even more confused when Taeji curls an arm around her front, his hand pressing her back so that her shoulders are flush against his chest. This causes Kyungsoo to nod in approval and Ryu rolls his eyes with a coy grin, fiddling with his hair to fix his messy topknot before again giving all his attention to Areum.

“Come on, man,” Ryu’s smile is blindingly handsome and Areum can’t help but squint her eyes, her face cringing in astonishment. This guy is certainly on another level.

She hates it.

“What’s Areum to you?” he jabs, also looking at Kyungsoo with raised eyebrows, “And you? Why can’t I spend some quality time with this gal?”

There’s a short, but deafening silence that falls over the table until Min speaks up to cover the boys, “They don’t trust you because you’re incapable of keeping your clothes on after a girl’s paid attention to you for more than 7 minutes.”

With a scoff, the long haired man picks up the wrap he had previously made for Areum, his free hand under the food just in case anything spills from the lettuce, everybody watching as he again tries to bring the wrap to Areum’s mouth.

“I’ll beat your ass if you give that shit to Areum.” Aemi’s mouth is full of chicken and rice as she speaks and it causes Ryu to reel back, giving his target space to breathe again. The girl who’s eating is pointing her spoon at the man and she gives a crude smile while Min tends to her with a cup of ice cold water.

Kyungsoo harrumphs as the enemy retreats with his tail between his legs and Taeji grins proudly at his female companions, petting Areum’s lovely bangs that cover her forehead while simultaneously pressing his cheek against the side of her head in an affectionate manner, “Suck it, bitch.”

Kyungsoo sends one more text message to Ryu, his head nodding in agreement with Taeji.

k su: suck it

As this is all happening, Areum has resumed eating the cooked meat that is sitting on the hot grill, making sure to shove plenty of rice into her mouth to chase after the salty and sweetness of the food. The sound of her chewing practically makes her deaf to the whole conversation going on.

She’s really starting to enjoy this barbecue.

Min orders three more bowls of rice for Areum and starts to grill more meat, her mouth full of lettuce, rice, and pickled vegetables. The girl watching over the meat makes sure there’s more chicken for Areum to eat while everyone else can have the beef; no one seems to mind, but joins in on pampering their newly acquainted friend, save for Ryu.

It finally feels like Areum somewhat belongs in her group as they pay attention to her by doing little things, like putting more food in her rice bowl, filling up her cup of water, or just asking how she’s feeling and letting her join in the conversation.

Everyone has a sense of humor that Areum would never be able to achieve, but she’s just happy to be laughing along with them. They don’t make her speak when she doesn’t know how to respond to something, and they mind their own business when she has difficulty answering a question.

Ryu’s tongue rolls out of his mouth when he licks his lips and notices the look in Kyungsoo and Taeji’s eyes as they’re directed to Areum.

He knows that look.

His thumbs are rapidly tapping against his phone screen as he texts the two boys, his eyes sparkling with glee.

do not answer: UR IN LOVE BITCH!!!!!!!

Ryu is practically howling in his seat as he makes this discovery and it annoys everyone at the table to no end, especially the girls. There’s tears in his eyes as he laughs to himself, his hand clutching his stomach at how hilarious the situation is since two friends have fallen for the same girl. He can’t believe he almost fell for her subtle, but soft charms as well; she’s a better fox than he is a player.

Areum grimaces when he looks over at the slim, but built man on her left when he giggles childishly to himself and it kind of ticks her off, but she brushes it off. If she wants to be friends with everyone, she has to accept them first.

To support this, she decides to take a spoonful of rice and top it off with a piece of her chicken and perilla leaf. Convincing herself that this would be her first step when embracing this man as a friend.

With her free hand cupped under the spoon, she moves forward in her seat, away from Taeji’s clingy grasp. With the intent of making a new friendship bloom, she looks at Ryu expectantly, opening a mouth to let out a quiet ahh sound.

There’s surprise on the man’s face when he looks away from his phone, but nonetheless appreciates the fact that the girl is reaching out to him first. With the sharp gaze she’s giving him, he absolutely can not refuse, and so he opens his mouth to receive the blessing of food, humming in exaggerated appreciation as he grabs her hand to help her pull the spoon out of his mouth.

“Thank you.” he throws a wink in Areum’s direction and basks in the pure rage that is radiating off of the boys.

What amuses Ryu even more is when Kyungsoo and Taeji sulk as Areum is also fed by Aemi and Min, in which she responds in kind with pieces of seafood pancake.

This man feels like he is on top of the world although he was just fed a mere spoonful of food, and he can’t help the complacent smile that appears on his face when he watches Areum receive her bowls of rice and offer one to him, letting the other males glare at him all they want.

do not answer: you know, if you like her, just ask her out lmao

The boys scoff at the same time when they receive the text message.

Taeji blocks him while Kyungsoo has most likely reported the number. Ryu anticipated this, but never thought they’d do it so suddenly so he pouts to himself when his other texts don’t go through to the guys. He starts to dm them on instagram, snapchat, and even manages to get through to their facebook somehow.

They both left him on seen and read.

This is despicable.

Areum’s on autopilot as she eats through her bowls of rice, the other girls clapping in amazement.

Eating too much carbs can affect your weight and Areum doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. It’s impressive; admirable. Aemi aspires to be like that.

Kyungsoo and Taeji are eating quietly to themselves since Ryu ruined their moods, but they can’t seem to take their eyes off of the girl who’ve caught their heart quite long ago. Her cheeks are full with food and her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as she stacks meat upon meat on top of her rice, but Taeji sees it as the cutest thing ever while Kyungsoo is batting his eyelashes at her prettily; daydreaming.

Ryu decides to ruin the rest of their afternoon by stealing Areum’s spoonful of food with a teasing laugh, his eyes the shape of crescents as a joyful hum vibrates against his chest. The girl doesn’t react for the first five seconds, but after that, she’s frowning to herself, eating the rest of the rice that Ryu had missed on the spoon by licking it off the cutlery.

“If you wanted me to give you some you could have asked,” she muttered childishly under her breath, tucking in the rest of the rice in her bowl onto her spoon, laying a piece of chicken across it before holding it out for Ryu; letting him take the last bite to show that she is willing to sacrifice for this friendship.

And sacrifice is a pretty heavy word.

Everyone’s practically screaming and holding their heads by look of their faces and Ryu can’t help but laugh hysterically at all the looks that are being pointed at him, the only gaze that would make him stop laughing and coo is probably Areum’s, as she’s looking at him with tired eyes and pouty lips.

Eating makes her tired.

“You know,” Taeji starts off calmly, his hand shooting out to pull Areum’s seat back towards him with an agitated look, “I really don’t appreciate you flirting with my girl like that.”

The adrenaline runs through Ryu’s veins and it’s like he’s getting high off of the negative emotions of others, so he reaches out for Areum, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he looks straight at Taeji. “Since when was she your girl?” he taunts, his fingers playfully tickling Areum under her chin, “I don’t recall any news of you two going out.”

All eyes are on Taeji now and Kyungsoo’s gulping nervously, his frown permanent on his face. Areum’s surprised at the conversation that’s going on, and suddenly she feels like she doesn’t belong in the situation even though she’s the catalyst of it.

The sound of Taeji clearing his throat snaps her out of his daze, his hand promptly reaching out for Areum so that he can press her flat against his chest again. There’s a challenging look in his eyes when he stares Ryu down, and with a tender kiss to Areum’s cheek, Taeji trails his fingertips down her jaw while he drops a bomb on everyone.

“She’s been mine for three years.”

Kyungsoo’s heart deflates.