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Summary: When a movie night strikes up quite the interesting conversation, the night takes a turn that you definitely never expected.

Warnings: threesome, big dick jk, nipple play, pussy eating, dirty talk, detailed smut, sneaky behavior.

Pairing: Bsf!Jk x Fem!Reader x FemBsf!Mirae

A/n: put my own little spin on this request, hope the anon likes it.

🔗: m.list

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"Hurry the movies starting!" mirae shouts as you and jungkook rush to finish packing the snacks into little bowls. Jungkooks continuous laughter makes you smile as you grab three sodas and rush them out to the living room.

Mirae let's out a content sigh when she sees you both, gesturing to the movie starting on the screen.

Mirae and jungkook had been your friends since freshman year of high school, and you'd basically grown up together. Seeing them turn from nerdy teens to full blown adults felt bizzare.

Just like high school, the three of you still spent all your time together. Some may say people your age should be in relationships by now, but it had just never worked out that way for any of you.

Jungkook had the same girlfriend for years, but she'd cheated on him the second they parted ways for college. After that he just never seemed to bat his eyes at a girl the same way again.

Mirae on the other hand was never one for relationships. Usually she moved around to whoever caught her eye and embraced her singleness. She was an amazing person regardless, anyone who had her would be a fool to ever let her go.

Surprisingly, she changed her ways the past year and a half. She hadn't talked to any guys, and she seemed happy with it.

Oh and you? You had a few boyfriends here and there, but your love life recently had been pretty dry. You were too caught up in work & friends to bother looking for someone to spend the rest of your life with.

You didn't really know how you felt about marriage anyway.

"Pass me the popcorn." Mirae whispers, reaching over jungkooks lap to take the bowl from you before you can even think of an answer. You don't mind, grabbing a nearby blanket and throwing it over the three of you.

The sound of popcorn being chewed is the only thing heard amongsts the three of you as the movie plays, all eyes trained on the screen.

Jungkook does his best to ignore the fact that both of you were pressed tight against him, sandwiched between the two of you as your breasts sit right against both of his arms. His pants do get a little tight, and though he didn't have a crush on either of you- he was still a man..

A man with needs to be specific. So having two girls tits pressed against him was a bit of a bummer when he may not be getting any pussy by the end of this.

You had to admit the movie was much better than you thought it'd be, and you cursed yourself for enjoying it because you knew jungkooks teasing would come soon after.

He'd suggested the movie to the both of you earlier that day, and though mirae was on board- you were not. Initially you weren't one for romance movies, and honestly you still weren't. This one just happened to be different, and you were starting to like it a little too much.

Being that it's a romance movie, it's not long before three naked bodies take place on the screen- moaning and kissing as sensually as possible. (Watching this always makes you wonder how awkward it must've been to film it.)

You could never be an actor, because you'd laugh in your co stars face if you had to fake having sex together.

"Y'know- having a threesome doesn't seem bad." mirae's statement causes you and jungkooks heads to snap toward her, watching in amusement as she shovels more popcorn into her greedy mouth.

"Really?" jungkook says, pinching the bridge of his nose at her words. She shrugs at both of us, gesturing toward the sexual scene on the tv with her hand. "You guys wouldn't be down?" she questions.

You think about it for a moment, your not exactly opposed to it. To be honest the longer you dwell upon it, the more it intrigues you- maybe it would be sort of fun?

"I think it'd be pretty cool." a cheesy smile flashes over miraes face at your confession, and she reaches over jungkook again so she can playfully nudge your shoulder. "That's my girl!"

Her sudden enthusiasm about the subject makes you laugh, and you can't stop a blush from spreading across your cheeks. "Jungkook? What do you think?"

You'd almost forgot that he was there, being that he'd been so quiet. Mirae didn't even need to ask the question, you could tell he was interested by the way he was still watching the three of them fuck on your tv screen.

"Helloooo, earth to jungkook?" you say, waving your hand in front of his face. He shakes his head when you do, almost as if he was snapping out of some trance. Mirae lifts a hand as she nods in content. "Nevermind- you've answered my question."

He gives a awkward laugh, adjusting his position on the couch to more of a slouch. "I'm down." he mutters, and the way he bites his lip afterward lets you know he's already thinking about it.

"Oh yeah? I think you'd be too scared." mirae counters, and you roll your eyes when jungkook gives her a shocked look. Clearly her little comment had gotten him riled up.

"Scared? Hell no." he scoffs, sitting up properly as he looks at you to back him up. You do nothing but shrug playfully, you weren't helping him out on this one- preferring to sit back and watch them bicker.

"You don't have the balls." mirae tests him even further, cocking her eyebrow at him as she continues to eat the last of the now cold popcorn.

"Try me." he mutters, and you can tell he's annoyed. Mirae had a way of getting to people, even you sometimes. She found it hilarious, jungkook on the other hand did not.

"Okay then, kiss y/n." the challenge makes you sit up straight, furrowing your brows at her. Well shit, you weren't disgusted at the thought- just surprised that she'd even suggest that.

Your heart beats a little faster when jungkooks turns to face you, and the look on his face was more determined than ever. Was he really gonna do it? Kiss you just to prove a point? No way.. it wasn't even that serious, just a stupid joke.

Clearly it was not, because two seconds he pulls you up and his lips are pressed flesh against yours. His hand keeps a nice hold on your cheek as he tugs a little at your lower lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth.

Oh.

This wasn't just a flimsy kiss, he was making out with you.. and you liked it. You didn't really understand what was happening and why the kiss kept on for so long, but fuck were you enjoying it.

Best believe his point was proven.

You enjoyed everything about it. The way his hands slid down your to your waist, and then to grip a handful of your ass. The way he kept pressing his body into yours. He was more than a good kisser, he was a fucking god at it.

Kisses peppering the back of your neck cause you to peel your eyes open, and that's when you realize it's mirae standing behind you. You can feel her clothed tits on your back as she does so, her soft hands hovering over jungkooks that still sit on your waist.

The realization of what's happening causes you to move your lips away from jungkooks, but he simply kisses you again before you can bother to utter a word.

You didn't know why, but the kisses from both of them convinced you to take off your shirt. Along with your pants, and then your panties, until you were completely naked for both of their eyes to see.

For a split second you wonder why mirae was so quick to join in and kiss on you as well, but you shake off the thought as quickly as it bubbles in your mind.

"Holy.." jungkook mutters, eyes concentrated on your full breasts. He takes it upon himself to bring his hands up to your chest, smiling as he cups your boobs in his warm hands. The feeling of your cold nipples against his palm made his dick even harder.

He's quick to undress himself after you, moving hastily to release his growing boner. Your eyes widen on their own at his length, all those times he boasted about his dick size clearly wasn't a joke.

"Surprised?" he asked, smirking at your reacting to the sight. You can hear mirae's hoarse laugh in your ears as she places her left hand on your shoulder, and her right hand at the base of jungkooks dick.

Her clothed chest is still pressed to your bare back, wanting to touch him but be close to you all at the same time. You liked the view you had, squished right in the middle of both of them as she reaches around you to jerk him off.

You don't realize how you've went to fondle your own clit, the sight so hot that you could no longer sit here untouched. Wetness leaks onto your thighs, making them all wet and sticky just how you loved it.

"For fucks sake..." he babbles to himself, groaning at the pressure of mirae's hand wrapped tight against his hard cock. Your finger's aggressively rubbing against your sensitive bud, already wanting to reach a orgasm even though this has only just started.

Jungkook notices and quickly takes action, grabbing a hold of your wrist to move it away from the area. "Patience." is all he says, and you oblige though the last thing you wanted was to wait.

Not when you were naked between the both of them like this.

You swore you weren't crushing on your friends, but it'd be a downright lie to say they were ugly- because they weren't. In fact, they were some of the hottest people you'd met.

You even used to have a crush on mirae in the 5th grade, but you'd never let her know that. It didn't matter anyway, you guys weren't even friends back then. Shit she barely even knew your name.

Mirae's roaming hands pull you out of your thoughts when you feel them on your waist, pulling you even closer to her as she sits down on the couch behind her.

Your bodies are warm and snug against each other as you lie between her thick thighs. She can't help but to slide her hands right under your breasts and grip them just to tease you.

It pulls a long moan out of you, leaning your head against her shoulder as she massages the tender blobs. Every few seconds she swipes her thumb over you nipple, aiming to get them nice and hard to her own liking. (Which she succeeds in.)

"Mm, she likes that." you feel mirae's breath on your ear, and you nod though she's speaking to jungkook and not you.

Your eyes flutter open and closed, realizing how much you enjoy being teased and played with ever so gently. Everytime your eyes open you can see jungkook massaging the length of him, his tip touching his happy trail from how hard he is.

He needed to be inside of you, immediately.

So he gets straight to it, leaning down to pull your hips to the very edge of the couch. Mirae understands what he's trying to do, and traces little shapes on the undersides of your thighs before pulling them up and out of his way.

"Needy?" he asks.

His voice makes you wanna cum all over him, and he hasn't even placed a finger on your cunt yet. You nod frantically, letting him know you want everything he has to give you.

Your cunts like a pretty piece of art, on display for both of their eyes to see. Mirae removes a hand from your thigh just to dip her fingers down there and get a feel for how wet you are.

She moans when she feels your slick stick to her fingers. "Pussy soaked isn't it?" she questions you in a teasing voice, bringing the wet hand back up to grip your thigh.

"Want me to eat you out? Huh?" jungkook asks, slapping his pre cum cover tipped on your swollen clit. "Please.." you beg, hips thrusting up everytime he pushes his tip against your clit.

He chuckles at your greediness, continuing to slide his length up and down your entire cunt. He and mirae both bite their lips, obsessed with the way your wetness begins to cover his dick- soaking it more everytime he slides against you.

"Looks like she's ready to fuck already." mirae declares, grabbing your chin with her thumb and index finger to get you to look up at her smirking face. "That what you want? Want him to fuck you?" she says, and you appease her by giving multiple quiet yes's.

She nods to jungkook as a gesture, letting go of your chin to hold your thighs again. Her right grip ensures your not going anywhere (not that you wanted to in the first place.)

That first little thrust inside gives you the confirmation this is exactly where you need to be, letting out a mewl at the pressure. Jungkook moves his tattooed hand to press against your lower belly, licking his lip at your reaction.

"Your squeezing the fuck out of me.. loosen up pretty." he was being so dirty, but somehow his words comforted you enough to make you stop gripping the living shit out of him.

He doesn't bother to give you a break, pushing the entirety of him inside of you with one go. He refused to waste any time, wanting your pussy wrapped around him as soon as possible.

"Feels so good.." you finally gather the courage to say a few words, and hearing you makes mirae smile. Her eyes are focused on the way your cunt swallows his length, proud of the way your taking it like a champ.

She can't resist and brings her hands to your breasts again, playing with your already sore nipples. The pressure of her fingers makes you squirm, but jungkooks quick to press his body closer to yours to make it harder for you to move.

He grinds his hips into you ever so passionately, not to rough- but it damn sure wasn't soft. You can hear the smack of his hips against yours very clearly over all the moaning going on, and it turns you on even more.

"Should've fucked you like this a long time ago." he mumbles, thrusting into you even harder. Your juices are leaking all over him, down your thighs and all over his cock.

Mirae takes the chance to sneak her hand between both of your bodies and down to your tender clit, massaging the bundle of nerves with just her pointer and middle finger.

"Fuck! Too much-" you whine, the feeling of jungkook inside you and mirae touching you like that was all overwhelming. Your whole body was tingling, even more in the lower region.

"You can take it, your so fucking pretty-" mirae's gentle voice coos near your ear, encouraging you to take it until the very end. Just until jungkook reaches his orgasms and cums deep inside of you.

Your breasts bounced up and down each time he pushes into you, free to move wherever they wanted without the confines of your bra.

Jungkook loves that shit, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his wet mouth. He groans around the bud, still thrusting into you as he swirls his tongue around the nipple before finally popping it out of his mouth.

"Gonna nut in you- give you my babies." he speaks mindlessly, not realizing what he's saying. Regardless he would, be cumming inside of you today- nothing would stop him from it.

And so he does, letting out a deep sigh as ropes of cum paint your walls. You reach your orgasm at the same time, and mirae even has to grab your wrists so you'll stop pushing jungkooks hips away from yours.

She wanted you to feel every ounce of pleasure.

When you finally calm down, jungkook pulls out of you and heads off to the bathroom to grab a towel.

Mirae gives you soft praise, sweeping your hair out of your face as you breathe heavily. You didn't put much thought into the fact these were your best friends that you just did this with, and you honestly didn't want to.

You enjoyed it, and so did they- that's all that mattered.

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A week passed, and you were utterly surprised that nothing had changed between your friend group. You all still talked every day, and even grew closer after the "situation."

Jungkook was at your place today matter of fact. He'd promised you days ago that he'd help you learn to cook his special pasta- & though he was a few days late, he kept his promise.

"This smells so good.." you say, taking a big inhale. Jungkok chuckles, stirring the alfredo sauce as he pours in a bit more cheese.

"Its almost done, patience." you nod, sitting down in the chair closest to the stove. He was so attractive while cooking, and you couldnt help but to stare at him as he moved around the kitchen.

This cooking lesson quickly turned from a lesson to a observation, but jungkook was okay with that. He was well aware that seeing that familiar smile on your face when eating his food was worth it even if he had to cook alone.

He rubs at his eyes as he switches the stove off, finally noticing your eyes on him when he turns to face you.

"What's wrong?" he asks, cocking his head as he walks up to your figure. The chair is tall enough for him to stand right between your thighs, face to face with you just how he liked it.

"Nothing, i just like looking at you." he grins at your corniness, your words making him feel all warm and happy inside.

He slides his cold hands up your thighs, a nice contrast to the warm air of the kitchen. "I want something." you whisper.

What a fucking tease, he thinks.

He was right obviously, you were being a tease. You added a little tinge of flirtiness to your voice in hopes that he'd get the hint. "Nope, No No No- the foods almost done."

Jungkook mentions, hurrying away from you in a fit of laughter before you can convince him to do anything. His reaction causes you to pout, hopping off of the chair and moving closer to him again.

"I didn't even do anything!" you protest, though you knew damn well what you wanted.

"I know what you want, your not getting it." he declares.

We'll see about that.

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Your empty plate sits to the side now as jungkook goes to work between your legs. His face is buried as far as possible into your cunt, nose nudging against your clit with every lick.

"Yes- just like that!" your voice is so needy, and it encourages him to press his tongue even farther into your hole. You prop a foot up onto the chair to give him more access, hand tangled in his fluffy hair to keep his head down there.

He looks up at your pleasured face for just a moment, pressing a gentle kiss against your belly and thigh before licking your folds again.

"Drippin' everywhere." he mutters, obsessed with the way your liquids leak down your thigh and cover his lips. You giggle at his commentary, butterflies growing in your tummy at his little dirty talk.

"Cmon, keep moaning for me- wanna hear it." he mumbles, and you can feel his lips on your pussy every time he utters w word. You like that though, obliging him and letting out quiet whimpers.

They weren't at all fake though, everything was a sincere reaction from the way he was eating your pussy like no tomorrow.

"I'm gonna cum!" right when you say that you feel his two slender fingers pushing into you- finger fucking you with no sign of stopping until you release.

"Cum on my fingers baby.. do it-" he's breathless from how he's had his face pressed between your thighs for the past ten minutes, eating you out as if his life depended on it.

He grunts when your cunt spasms around his fingers, cum leaking onto the chair as your orgasm washes over you. Your hips buck continuously, plastering a pleased smirk over jungkooks face.

"Come fuck me.." you say, still wishing for more even after you just came. You didn't care, you wanted him inside of you now- not later.

He nods, sitting up and quickly whipping his length out of sweats. You definitely notice that he's still soft, and even wonder if it was because of you.

Did eating you out not turn him on? You didn't know.

You watch quietly as he jerks himself off, trying to get himself hard on his own. Unfortunately it doesn't work, so you move to take his dick into your own hands.

You spend at least five minutes stroking him, and let out a disappointed sigh when he pulls your hands away from his dick. When he tucks himself back into his boxers, you take a hint and move away to slip your shirt back over your head.

"Y/n.." his voice trails off, and his face is more unreadable than ever. You shake your head, not wanting to get your feelings hurt by whatever he had to say.

You were sensitive, you could admit that. You'd rather go without an explanation than have him tell you to your face that you weren't turning him on.

(Though the way he was eating you out said different)

"It's just.. this doesn't feel right without mirae." he mutters, and your not sure what to say about that. Mirae happened to have work today, so she politely declined when you asked her to come over today as well.

Regardless neither of you were dating her, so why couldn't you do this without her? Yes, you all had a threesome- but you didn't think it was that serious.

"We're not dating.." you say with a little laugh, hoping to ease the awkwardness. To your demise, it only grows more awkward after you say that- jungkooks body language is a clear sign of how tense he felt.

"I think we should all have a talk." he says, sticking his hands into his pockets as he stares at you.

Well, you didn't know what that meant- but you sure didn't like the sound of it at all.

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TWO HOURS LATER:

Mirae had agreed to come over after work after jungkook texted her, and after a long two hours she was finally here. Both of them sit on the couch across from you, hands crossed as they sit there without a word.

Obviously you had to be the first one to speak, whatever.

"So?" you say, raising your eyebrows as you wait for them to say something. Clearly they had something to confess, and it didn't seem like anything good by the way jungkook sounded earlier.

"Uh-" mirae stops as soon as she starts- looking at jungkook for some sort of confirmation. It was annoying quite frankly- why couldn't they spit it out?

Jungkook shakes his head when he notices how you roll your eyes, and finally decides to speak up. "Me and mirae are dating, y/n."

What the fuck? That's the only think you can think, your jaw dropped almost to the floor. For one, you felt like shit because he was just giving you head earlier. And two, you felt stupid and betrayed for not knowing.

"Why didn't you tell me..?" you question, looking between both of them with a disappointed glare. They both let out a sigh at the same exact time, the coincidence would've made you laugh if your weren't so upset at the situation.

You weren't jealous, just angry. Angry that they hadn't told you this before.

"We...how do i say this.." mirae mumbles, twiddling her fingers as she try's her best to figure out how to word what she's trying to say.

"Spit it the fuck out." you say, finally cursing out of pure frustration. Usually, you weren't the kind of person to get angry and curse anyone out- but the way they were acting was forcing you to act that way.

Finally, jungkook says it.

"Fuck we want you in the relationship- We've been wanting it for a while now." the confession makes your heart drop to your ass. How were you supposed to feel about that?

How did they expect you to feel? Happy? No way.

"Since when?" is all you say, and they're silent for a moment before giving you a answer. "January, of last year." mirae replies.

Fuck that, it's september now. They've had over a year to tell you this bullshit.

Last weeks situation flashes through your mind. "So, last week. Was that a coincidence?" There's a defeaning silence, both of them quiet as they stare at the ground. Too pussy to look you in the face after an entire year of hiding this from you.

"We planned it." he finally admits, and you want to cry on the spot. You knew it was weird how mirae was so quick to join in, but you were just too in the moment to even question it.

You felt like a stupid pawn for their enjoyment, why couldn't they have just told you? Maybe they could've got a better reaction from you but this? This was no way to handle it.

"So you knew.. as soon as you got to my house what was going happen?" you ask, wanting to be sure that you heard this all right.

Your heart just sinks a little more when they both nod.

You begin to think about exactly what happened that day. The way mirae challenged jungkook to kiss you, the movie choice, the way she got behind you so quickly.

They'd planned it all.

"Can you go?" you say, trying to blink back the tears building in your eyes. Maybe you were being dramatic, or maybe not- but you just felt more betrayed than ever.

"Y/n.." mirae says, her voice trailing off. You can tell she's saddened, but she had no right to be. Not after what they did.

"Just get out of my house." you say, and though they don't want to- they respect your wishes. It doesn't take them long to gather their things and leave, the door slamming behind them.

As soon as they're gone you break down into tears, not wanting to believe what they'd just told you.

You knew you'd have to have a real conversation with them about this later on, but today- they weren't getting that out of you.

(requested by anon)

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Family Friend [PG10]

Summary : You and Pierre had been dating for a while but the last thing you expected was to see a picture of you kissing on social media. Except that's not how your brother's found out it was him.

Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Leclerc!Reader

Warnings: Google Translate French

When you woke up that morning, the last thing you expected to see was a billion text messages from only three people. Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo. Reading through the texts, they were all variations of

You looked down with Pierre’s arm tightly wrapped around your waist. You opened the Twitter well now X app to see millions of pictures of yourself kissing a guy -Pierre- explaining all the texts from your brothers. Your face dropped as you shook Pierre awake

‘When were you going to tell us?’

‘Who is that?’

‘What the hell Y/N’

“Amour? Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas?” (Love? What’s wrong?) He asked, voice deep and full of sleep

“We’ve been caught. There’s pictures of us kissing. My brother’s have already seen it” You panicked as he pulled you closer now more awake.

“Chérie. Take a deep breath.” (Darling) You copied his breathing. Your head placed against his chest, his heartbeat against your ear resting right above his heart, relaxing you more.

“I guess. I miss your blonde hair” You changed the subject as you always did when you panicked.

“Now let’s see this picture?” He muttered, taking your phone and looking at it

“Okay. So it’s just a picture of you kissing someone. It’s also a very old picture Chérie” He rubbed your arm gently with his hand

“You’re changing the subject. This could be anyone in this picture, so let’s continue with our plans of a day on the boat. There’s gonna be other people there, so let’s get ready for that” You nodded, kissing his jaw.

An hour later, you were following Pierre onto Charles’ boat after not answering any of your brother’s texts. Lando thankfully followed behind you so it didn’t look too suspicious. Not that he knew that you were using him to hide your panic.

“Look who finally showed up” Charles rolled his eyes, and you dropped your head

“It’s an old picture. I promise. I was like nineteen in those pictures. Like four years ago” you sighed, sitting down next to Pierre. It's more like you had been hiding your relationship for four years. It was perfect. You got to quarantine together and just pretend it was because Pierre’s house offer had fallen through. Well, it had, but he definitely could have got another.

“Qu'est ce qui ne vas pas chez toi?” (What is wrong with you?) Arthur asked Charles, pushing him aside and wrapping his arms around you from behind. Being just a year younger than Arthur, you had always been close. He was more interested in who it was to annoy you about it than Charles, who wanted to kill whoever it was. Lorenzo just wanted to be nosey and know all the details. A little longer, you were talking about stories of your childhood with the Leclerc brothers. Pierre had left to go to the bathroom and then get the next round of drinks.

“Y/N started a fight once, and it got a little too violent” Arthur laughed, and you shook your head

“I did not start the fight. I joined in on the fight and got violently attacked” you replied, rolling his eyes

“Violently attacked?” Lando asked, and you nodded

“Enzo pushed Cha. Who fell into me, and I went through the glass table. Maman was not happy. I broke her glass table but was even less amused when she realised I was bleeding” You looked at Arthur, who was sitting on the other side of you.

“It’s a nice scar now. One for the history books” Arthur laughed

“What scar?” Pierre asked, handing you a glass of wine as he took his seat back next to you, his hand instinctively going to your thigh, which was hidden by the table you were sitting at.

“The one from going through the table when the boys were fighting”

“The one on your right ribs?” He asked, and you nodded. He paused only now, just realising what had left his mouth. Shit.

“Que viens-tu de dire?” (What did you just say?) Charles asked, standing up and rounding the side of the table

“I didn’t” He shrugged, and you rolled your eyes

“It’s not exactly hidden, is it?” You asked with a shrug

“I’m sure Lando even knew it was there” you added, and Lando shook his head

“Of course you didn’t” This really wasn’t how you wanted your relationship to come out. Your leg bouncing under the table. Arthur took your hand, giving it a squeeze, knowing exactly how this was about to go. Arthur had definitely pieced it together today, and he didn’t care.

“C'est bon. Il s'en remettra” He whispered in your ear as Charles continued to go off on Pierre for getting with his little sister. You stood up, pushing Charles back

“Shut up! Charles. You’re not my keeper. No wonder I spent the last twenty-three years hiding all of my relationships. Including this one. Pierre looks after me, Charles. More than you ever had during your travelling. It’s all I’m the best with you. Arthur’s never been good enough, I’ve never been good enough. So stop it, will you?” You shook your head walking inside the boat, Pierre, following behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist as your hands rested against the counter. Your head fell back onto his chest as you tried to hold back your tears. His head resting on your shoulder.

“Amour. Je t'aime et je t'aimerais toujours” (Love. I love you and always will) He kissed your neck softly as his thumbs gently rubbed against your hips.

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normspellsman · 1 year

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A Kiss, Perhaps

pairing: spider socorro x fem!human!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 4.4k+ (😳)

warning(s): just spider + reader being cute idiots in love, spider actually being a lovesick puppy that happily follows you wherever you go, subtle brains x brawn dynamic, the tiniest hint of suggestive content (?), first kiss trope, slightest mention of making out, & getting caught (oop-)

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word bank: ikran — winged creatures used for flying + hunting

note: set before the events of atwow! i keep overdoing myself with these 4k+ fics 😭 but anything for you guys <3 there’s nearly not enough spider fics on this app. give my boy some love T-T! also, tumblr’s being weird & not letting me tag some people on the posts so i’ll try to tag those with a line through their user in the comments.

You loved spending time outside in the forests of Pandora, soaking in everything you saw. You spent more time out of the lab than in it most days.

Spider even joined you at times, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You probably knew the forest better than the boy, even with his frequent associations with the Sully children. You practically never left the beautiful scenery and spent too many hours exploring every little thing you could. So, he found it best to follow your lead whenever he tagged along on your journeys.

Norm liked to say that you were a lot like Grace Augustine in some ways. Always wanting to analyze and study every single plant you came into contact with. Always too caught up in admiring the beauty and wonder that Pandora provided. Of course you never met the woman but you saw plenty of her video recordings with Kiri and on your alone time. You could say that the two of you had similarities but none that were too significant.

You knew almost every inch of forestry on the moon-planet. Almost.

There was this one place that Spider had stumbled upon many years ago after running around with Lo’ak. It was his little hideout spot whenever he needed time to himself or wanted a break from things. He didn’t think about sharing it with anyone else until you mentioned how bored you were one night, complaining about how you practically seen every inch of the forest and that there was nothing else to see. You loved everything you saw on Pandora but missed the first time admiration one held whenever they saw something they had never seen before.

Spider wasn’t exactly sure if you had already scoped out his little getaway spot but nonetheless, he still wanted to share it with you.

“I don’t think you’ve been to this place though,” Spider speaks up one day, pulling your attention away from whatever you were studying underneath the microscope.

The teen also often offered his company to you whenever you were in the lab doing whatever scientists did. He liked spending time with you, even if you were too caught up in doing sciencey stuff that he had absolutely no clue about.

“What do you mean?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

A shit eating grin stretched itself onto Spider’s lips. Good, he thought, she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

“You said that you’ve seen every inch of the forest,” he replied, twirling a pipette in between his calloused fingers, “but, I’m sure you haven’t seen my hideout.”.

Curiosity sparkled in your eyes, back straightening in attention.

“What does it look like?” You asked, genuinely excited about the secret place Spider had kept from you for whoever knows how long.

Spider had you right where he wanted you. Like a prey in his web. There was no way that he was going to give you any details of what it looked like. Where’s the fun in that? He wanted to see the pure, genuine look of amazement on your face when you finally saw the place he was talking about.

“Nuh uh,” Spider tsked, poking your cheek with the pipette, “I am not falling for that. You’ll just have to wait and see tomorrow,” he finished, face inching closer to yours.

Your eyes rolled in annoyance, not pleased with Spider's answer. You at least wanted to know where the spot was or what some of its features looked like, it would help that anxious-excitement feeling that always crawled its way into your stomach whenever you discovered something new.

“Wherever you’re taking me better not be somewhere where I have to climb,” you retorted, slightly pushing back his head with your hand, him snorting in response.

“It’s not that bad. Besides,” he replies, “I can always carry you up there.”.

Spider was ridiculously strong for a human boy his age. The first time you realized it, your stomach twisted in knots. The two of you were play fighting in your early teens when the male managed to pin you down with just one arm, the other slithering in between your bodies as he tickled your stomach. It was in that brief moment that you realized how different and quickly Spider was changing, thanks to puberty.

Just the thought of Spider carrying you up to wherever he had in mind without even breaking a sweat made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You began to wonder how his toned arms would feel around your body or how his tense back would feel against your front as it flexed due to his climbing. (Your mouth began to water a little at the thought. Oh how you wished he would just pull you into his embrace and hold you so you could feel the flexing of his muscles as he did so.)

You quickly scoffed the thought away, shaking your head at the dirty blondes' response. He very obviously took pride in his strength and the fact that he could most definitely carry you anywhere without much difficulty.

“Sure you could, Spider,” you added, your eyes squinting a little at the boy in front of you, unplugging and turning off the microscope you were using.

Spider smirked at your response, tossing the pipette to the side as he saw that you were getting ready to clean up, signaling that you were done for the day and we’re going to head off to bed.

“Night, beautiful,” Spider whispered, ruffling your hair a bit before he turned and left the lab you were occupying.

“G’night,” you replied, pink dusting your cheeks in reaction to the nickname he gave you early on into your friendship.

He always called you that. Max had explained to him what the word meant when he overheard Jake call Neytiri that when he was only a child, wondering what it meant. Max told him that he should only ever mean it whenever he called someone it. So he did. You were the only one he called beautiful and probably would be the only one he ever called that and truly meant it.

“Tomorrow, three hours before eclipse,” Spider quickly added, heading peaking through the door of the lab, a smile on his face as he voiced the time he planned on taking you out.

You only hummed out in acknowledgment, shooing him away as you focused on your task of cleaning up your area of the lab.

You really couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

———

“Hurry up, you’re going to make us late,” Spider whined out, sprawled out on your freshly made bed, a ball of yarn in his hands as he tossed it up and down towards the ceiling.

You rolled your eyes at the boy, annoyed at his words. It wasn’t like there was someone else waiting for you at the spot he wanted to take you to.

“We are fine, Spider,” you scoffed out, finishing tying up your shoelaces together besides the teens head as your body was in a seated position. Your hand briefly reached out towards Spider’s knotted locs, messing with them a little before he turned his head to teasingly nip at you, teeth not making contact with your skin. You squealed in response, hurriedly pulling back your hand in order to avoid the boy's sharp teeth.

Spider barked out a laugh at your response, tossing the ball of yarn to the side, softly landing on the floor with a dull thud. Another thing he loved, messing with you. He took great joy in doing it and seeing your reaction.

“Yeah well, the faster you finish getting ready, the faster we’ll be at my spot,” he retorted, pushing himself up to a sitting position, a bored look on his face as he looked at you.

Spider had only been in your room for around fifteen minutes, barging in when you just finished braiding your hair yelling about how long you were taking and how by the time you were done, it’d be sunrise already. He was all ready to go and had been waiting for you for almost thirty minutes before coming into your room unannounced. He usually did, which caused you to throw whatever was closest to you at him, demanding him to get out. You got used to it over the years but still, you needed privacy and sometimes, you felt like you rarely had that around Spider due to his spontaneous barging into your room. You gained the ability to change out of and into your clothes incredibly fast, almost always narrowly missing flashing Spider.

“Okay, okay, I’m all ready,” you responded, hands going up in surrender as you stood up from your spot on the bed, dusting off the back of your thighs and the front of your shorts.

Spider groaned out in relief, hopping off the bed and grabbing your packed bag that was placed by the doorframe, throwing it over his shoulder before grabbing your hand and rushing you out in excitement.

“You’re gonna love it, I swear!”.

———

The both of you had arrived and climbed up to the place Spider had wanted to take you to in an hour and a half. The sun was just at eclipse when you arrived. Spider didn’t hesitate to crouch down a little so you could jump onto his back, legs and arms tightly around his neck and waist before he began the ascent up.

“We’re here,” Spider whispered, slightly out of breath from the exercise. He tapped your thigh twice, signaling that it was safe for you to let go.

The first thing you saw were vines. Lots of them. It covered almost every inch of solid rock, clinging across the surface until your eyes landed on a small opening, the vines dangling over it as the twine and its leaves cloaked the opening. No wonder you never knew of this place. Regardless of it being too high up for you alone to climb, it was very well hidden by the green vines.

It seemed like it was a cave, from what you could see. Peeking past some of the small openings in between the vines, you couldn’t see much light through the gaps. It seemed to be pretty dark and the only light that was getting through was the sunlight that managed to squeeze between the vines.

“You excited?” Spider asked, anxiety settling itself in his stomach. He wanted you to like his secret spot. It was special to him. He didn’t even tell Lo’ak about it and he tells the Na’vi boy practically everything.

“Very,” you replied back, eyes still glued on the intricate weaving of the vines. You tried to imagine what was behind the plant's structure, excitement setting in.

You liked finding new things but this felt different. More personal. Spider told his loved ones almost everything, so you were genuinely surprised when he brought up the fact that he had a secret hideout. And knowing that you were probably the only other person to see and know about this place made it even more special and personal.

“C’mon,” Spider whispered, taking your hand in his as he gently pulled you inside, pushing the vines to the side to make room for the both of you to get through.

It was dark at first, the numerous vines making a dull thud sound as they fell back into place once Spider let them go. But then, small blue dots of light appeared, scattered across the walls and ceiling of the cave, lighting up the space in its dim light. The longer you two walked, the more brighter it seemed to get. The biolomenscient dots got dimmer and dimmer the further you and Spider went, the warm glow of the sunset replacing it.

Another opening made its way into your line of sight, giving you the perfect view of the eclipse and more.

“Holy shit,” you whispered out, hand still grasping Spiders.

The sight before you was absolutely breathtaking. Ikran flew across the setting sun, shrieking in delight as they dipped and dived. The floating mountains were scattered across the sky, thick and large vines connecting them to each other so they didn't drift too far from another. The vibrant colors the setting sun emitted settled across the horizon and danced across the tops of the trees beneath the cliff you and Spider were currently standing on.

Spider smiled at your response, warmth spreading across his body as he came to the conclusion that you were enjoying the sight before you. He felt nervous before, not wanting you to not like where he was taking you. But now, he felt so happy. Happy that you were awestruck and couldn’t tear your eyes off of everything in front of you.

“Like it?” He asked, hand squeezing yours to catch your attention.

“Like it?” You replied, eyes still darting across the beautiful scenery in front of you, “I love it! How come you didn’t take me here earlier?” You pouted at the end.

The boy only chuckled in response. To be honest, he considered this place to be his. Like a little secret. He wasn’t planning on sharing it with anyone. But the more he thought about it and visited the small cave slash cliff hideout, the more he wondered what it’d be like to share this place with you. He was over the moon when you agreed to tag along last night. This was no longer going to be just his spot but the both of yours.

Spider slightly tugged on your hand, guiding you to follow his actions in sitting down, legs dangling over the cliffs edge.

“It’s so beautiful,” you commented, settling yourself next to Spider, hands still intertwined.

The human boy hummed in response, eyes never leaving the side of your face. The setting suns colorful rays reflected off the glass of your mask, highlighting your bright eyes as you continued to gawk at the gorgeous sight in front of you.

To Spider, your beauty could never compare to what was in front of him. He had seen this kind of sunset millions of times before but he always found himself thinking of you whenever he gazed at the eclipse and the colorful horizon. You were truly one of a kind. He always felt special whenever you graced him with your presence. His eyes never left your face whenever the two of you hung out, oftentimes running into things on accident which made me even more flustered once your laugh reached his ears. If he were in a Na’vi body, his tail would be swaying furiously back and forth like a dog excited to see their owner whenever his eyes settled on your figure. You always had a special place in his heart. Which makes this moment even more special.

“Hmm, just like you, beautiful,” he whispered back, nudging your shoulder with his.

A wide toothed smile made its way across your lips, a giggle escaping them as you shook your head at the boy. “Cheesy,” you replied, eyes finally tearing away from the sunset and settling on Spider.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you realized how close the two of you were. Your shoulders were touching and your clasped hands were in Spider's lap, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. If it weren’t for the masks you had to wear, you most likely would be able to feel each other's breath. Just the thought gave you slight goosebumps.

“Sappy,” Spider agreed, laughing in response to your previous statement. He tended to be overly romantic whenever around you. Albeit he never outwardly voiced his thoughts, he still thought them. You only got a glimpse or two of that side of him, it only being during whenever the two of you were joking around or he was trying to bring your spirits up on a particularly hard day. It never failed to make you feel better or laugh in response.

Your eyes were stuck on Spider's face, glancing from his eyes, to his nose down to his lips, and then back up to his eyes. He was probably the prettiest human boy you’d ever seen, and the only one you’d seen.

“Want to know how I stumbled across this place?” He asked, cheeks reddening at your intense stare.

“Please,” you responded, shifting a bit to face more towards the boy, hands still tightly interlocked.

Spider brightly smiled before starting, glad to be finally sharing this, his place with you.

———

You had stayed out way past curfew, too caught up in the beauty of Pandora to realize just how late you and Spider stayed out.

He had you put yourself on his back again on the way down, your hands returning to grip his shoulders as your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. You found yourself thinking about his muscles and his strength again, making yourself blush at every thought. The fact that you were so tightly pressed up against him and could feel his back muscles twitch and flex as he climbed down didn’t help, at all.

But he too was blushing. There have only been a handful of times where the both of you were in a position like this, so close together. Most of them were when you were children and still needed the comfort of someone else to sleep, Norm often finding the two of you entangled together as you softly snored away in your deep slumber. The other time being when you had a tickle fight and he pinned both of your hands above your head and tortured you with his swift fingers against the sensitive skin of your stomach. Spider almost kissed you that day, if it weren’t for Max’s interruption, telling Spider that Lo’ak was there for him. And the other time being now. It had been so long since he had you this close. Of course you two hugged and had sleepovers whenever you were bored, but even then, you never had your body that close to his and vice versa. Spider could feel the beat of your rapid heart against his back, smirking at how fast it was pumping.

It was nice to have you this close to his body. Especially in this circumstance. He felt like he was protecting you, in a way at least. Spider knew that you didn’t have the type of training he did regarding exploring the expanse of Pandora’s forests. You mostly explored on your own and kept to the forest floor whereas Spider leapt from tree to tree with Lo’ak and climbed whatever he could. And regarding this fact, he knew that you wouldn’t be able to pull yourself up to climb all the way to where he wanted to take you as well as back down. So this was the least he could do. Have you cling to his back as he descended back down to the mossy ground.

The minute your feet touched the floor, you took off sprinting, shouting at Spider to race you back to the lab. Poor boy barely had any time to process it, standing there in shock for a few seconds before quickly following after you, catching up to your figure within minutes.

The boy beat you to the lab even with your head start.

“No fair!” You whined out, huffing and puffing from your sprinting. Damn, you thought to yourself, and to think Spider does this everyday.

“Hmm, sucks to suck I guess,” Spider teased, patting your head as you stood there with your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. Your mask began to fog up from your ragged breathing.

You playfully slapped Spider’s hand away as you both walked up the stairs to the lab, the boy holding the door open for you as you walked through.

Once the door shut, a hissing sound reached your ears, signaling that the filter was forcing out the Pandora air and replacing it with the air you and the other humans needed to breathe. When the small light above the second door turned green, you quickly discarded your mask and pushed through the secondary door.

“That was so much fun!” You exclaimed, wide smile on your lips as you turned back towards Spider, watching him place both of your masks back onto the small rack they usually reside on.

Warmth spread throughout Spider’s chest at your exclamation, proud that he was able to make you this happy from simply sharing his hideout with you. “I’m glad you had fun,” he replied, a gummy smile spreading onto his lips.

“Thank you so much for taking me! I really enjoyed tonight,” you continued, same smile still plastered on your face.

You felt grateful that Spider wanted to share a place he had found and kept to himself for a while with you. It made you feel special. Really special. You wanted to do something for him that showed your gratefulness. But your mind kept drawing blanks the more you thought about it. It had to be a grand gesture that showed him just how much you appreciated tonight as well as him in general.

Silence settled itself between the two of you, it resting comfortably in the air. Seconds had passed from the last time you spoke, eyes darting around Spider’s painted striped skin, the paint fading from the days excursions. As your eyes settled back onto his face, you realized that he was staring at your lips.

A lightbulb went off in your head. Yes, a kiss would work.

“I am very grateful that you decided to share your hideout with me. I feel honored,” you began, taking a step closer to the boy in front of you, “Is there anything I could do to show my appreciation?”.

Spider gulped at your question, one thing coming to mind. But, the boy only shook his head and shrugged. “It’s alright. I’m just happy to have spent tonight with you,” he replied.

Sappy motherfucker, you laughed to yourself, feeling yourself melt at how sweet Spider was being. You knew that he’d never force you to do anything that you didn’t want to do. Another thing that you loved about him. (Right after his face and muscles, of course.)

You hummed in response, inching closer as you did so. You could practically hear how fast Spider’s heart was beating against his chest, making you slightly smile at how you might be the cause of it.

“I think I have something in mind,” you trailed, straining your neck a bit to look up at the boy as you finally stood chest to chest. A few strands of Spider’s locs fell in front of his face and dangled besides yours, hand going out to tuck it behind one of his ears. The boys knees almost gave out at the movement, stomach twisting in knots and skin beginning to tingle from your gentle graze.

“And w-what could that b-be?” He stuttered, dark blush covering his cheeks. He felt his heart beat even faster as the seconds ticked by, if that was possible.

You smiled up at Spider, right hand coming to gently take his left one. “A kiss, perhaps?” You asked, not expecting him to agree right away.

“You…you w-want to…to k-kiss me?” He shakingly asked, the hand in yours intertwining his fingers between yours. He couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. That you suggested that you both kiss. He’s dreamt of kissing you ever since he saw the couple down his hall kiss when he was younger, Max yet again had to explain the action to him. Ever since he knew that he liked you. Since he knew that you’d be the only one for him as long as he breathed.

You nodded at his question, eyes falling from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes. You also dreamt of kissing the boy. You wanted to ever since you saw an Earth movie from the twenty-first century where the two protagonists were lovers. You wanted to experience everything that the two lovers in the movies experienced with Spider. It was something you often caught yourself daydreaming about when you had nothing else better to do.

At your confirmation, Spider gently and delicately cupped your face in his warm and bigger hands, bringing you closer to his lips. There was a sliver of space between your lips and his, the teen boy waiting for something. Spider’s eyes searched yours for hesitancy and when he saw none and received another nod of your head, he pressed his plump lips against yours.

Your left hand went up to his waist to steady yourself, knees nearly giving out on the spot as your brain realized that this was actually happening.

Warmth was the only thing you felt from the kiss as well as adoration and care. You thought the whole fireworks thing was a bit silly whenever a character in a movie talked about it. But this, this was so much better than fireworks. You could feel how much Spider loved and cared for you through a single kiss. Could feel how nervous you made him through his shaky hands and rapid heartbeat. It was much better than fireworks. You felt loved and cared for through your shared kiss. You only hoped that Spider could feel the same things you did from the kiss as well.

The two of you stood there for who knows how long, kissing and pecking each others lips. You only broke away from the kiss two times to inhale more oxygen before you passed out. Spider meanwhile kissed all over your face as you did so, placing gentle kisses against your cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin before slotting his lips against yours again once you filled your lungs with sweet oxygen.

A loud cough erupted from behind you, halting the both of you in your kiss. Fear and anxiety spikes through your system, eyes widening as you slowly turned around to see who caught you and Spider kissing face.

“I don’t want to know,” Max started, arms crossed against his chest as a sleepy expression painted his face, “Just, get to bed. Separately. And if anyone asks, I saw nothing, okay?”.

You swear you never ran to your room so fast in your life, giggling out into the quiet corridors of the lab with Spider trailing behind you. Yeah, sorry Max, but there was no way that either of you were going to bed in your respective rooms tonight. There was too much to talk about and catch up on.

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nerd-of-karasuno · 10 months

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Bakusquad Sneaking into Your Dorm Room Headcannons

Eijiro Kirishima

Bakugo always knows when Kirishima sneaks out

He doesn't bother anyone but he definitely gets mad at Kirishima the next day for being too loud late at night.

The times Kirishima has gotten caught is probably around or under five times

There has been a few times where he has run into a classmate while heading to your room but was able to play it off as he was going downstairs to get water or because he forgot something

and the latter is true in most cases

He does forget quite a lot of his things in your room.

Think fast Kirishima!

It took him away to come up with that tho

after he ran into Todoroki who was kinda suspicious of him, Kirishima knew he had to make up a convincing excuse

Really he's just grateful he hasn't run into Iida yet

because Kirishima really knows he'll be doomed then.

One habit Kirishima does have when sneaking into your room is crashing into your bed right on top of you

He will tackle you gently if you're not on your bed already

Kirishima does this without fail every time

Katsuki Bakugo

surprisingly very stealthy

Even you don't know that Bakugo's coming to your room most of the time.

It may seem sometimes that your room is slowly becoming his room with how much time he spends in there especially at night and especially after the Kamino Incident.

It was completely unexpected the first time Bakugo snuck into your room

You might have brought the idea of sneaking around up but probably thought he'd never do it

We all know how he is with his sleep schedule and going to bed at a certain time

Don't worry he still keeps that schedule

He just sneaks into your room earlier.

Then when Bakugo leaves, you don't notice majority of the time

Bakugo is pretty strategic when it comes to this

He leaves early enough to get back to his own room without running into anyone

Bakugo doesn't always wake you but he always kisses your forehead before he goes

but Bakugo'll never tell you or admit that :)

Hanta Sero

honestly Sero's pretty good at getting from his to your place

he may get caught like once but that's about it

and it's sometimes surprising

because Sero will literally sneak into your room at completely random times

like he'll be like see you later when you're saying goodnight

and little do you know he actually does mean see you later when he's opening your door about ten to fifteen minutes later.

Sero will also play it super risky occasionally.

You don't know if he does it on purpose.

Class 1-A definitely have late night hangouts and when everyone eventually heads to bed, Sero will go to your room.

Sero never gets caught when he does this

even tho the hallways have quite a few people in them

yeah get this man to share his secrets

Denki Kaminari

Denki attempts to be sneaky

but he fails the first few times never even making it to your room

but through trial and error he makes it to you successfully

And he's very proud of it

look it was only one time that Denki ended up tripping on the floor very hard and waking up the others on your floor

he wants you to stop teasing him about it lol

now the challenge for Denki is staying quiet when he's in your room

Whoever's in the room next you you definitely knows that you have someone over

Denki gets carried away quite a lot

so he forgets that he's supposed to be kinda quiet when in you're room.

He always has a little celebration when he closes your door,

Denki's just happy he wasn't caught and he's able to spend the night with his favorite person.

Mina Ashido

Mina would 100% get to your room and back safely and without anyone else knowing

But I feel like she would slip up when telling the 1A girls a funny story or a video she saw when she was in your room and she would accidentally give out details that clued in some of the girls to exactly where she was at

Let's just hope Mr. Aizawa never overhears lol.

If Mina does happen to run into someone, she plays it off so well

No one suspects anything

well sometimes she heads over to your room with a bag and then someone might wonder what she's up to

Mina loves bringing over things to do in your room

Whether it be makeup, nail polish, and other fun stuff, you're having a blast when she's in your room

Oh, and Mina definitely spills the tea on whatever hot gossip there is that's been going on at U.A.

You are filled in with all the details

Honestly when Mina sneaks into your room, sometimes you get absolutely no sleep or don't go to bed until some odd hour in the morning

but hey you're always doing something that's kinda productive when Mina's in your room.

dance parties

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sukimii · 2 years

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Keeping Secrets

Tags: high school slice of life, slight fluff, swearing, there's a short scene of kissing nothing too descriptive, secret relationship trope.

Summary: When Mina gets the feeling that the Bakugou Katsuki might be having a crush on you, she will not stop at anything until the tea is spilled.

Despite coming across as aloof, Mina is incredibly observant when it comes to small details. Nothing escapes her keen eye or acute hearing. That's why she vehemently believes that you and Bakugou are dating.

The very first thing that Bakugou did to make her think that he might like you, was when three months ago she caught him staring at you. But it wasn't the usual Bakugou stare, no, no, no. It was something more like a daydreamy look.

She vividly remembers how calm he looked. There wasn't a glint of anger in those crimson pools.

Curious by nature, she followed his line of sight, and to her surprise, you were outside watering the plants outside the entrance of the Heights Alliance. Just to make sure she wasn't interpreting it wrong, she took a double-take, and undoubtedly, Bakugou was watching you. Her gaze flickered between you and Bakugou multiple times, flabbergasted.

She knows you're pretty, smart, and sometimes borderline sarcastic, and an overall enjoyable presence, but she never thought Bakugou could be interested in you. Well, Bakugou generally didn't strike her as someone who could like someone. He barely tolerates his classmates, let alone view one romantically.

Plus, she never saw you and Bakugou interact unless needed. Since you transferred during the second semester of their second year, more precisely in September, up until their final year, she never saw you two exchange words outside of classes. And Bakugou isn't necessarily the type to fall in love with someone he never talked to.

The second thing she noticed that was something out of ordinary, and that further reinforced her theories, was Bakugou's body language.

Now that the idea of him crushing on someone was deeply seeded into her brain, she began noticing small things here and there. She noticed how in a group one of his feet is always pointed towards you, or how his attention would be -discreetly- on you as soon as you opened your mouth. The fact that he would imperceptibly lean towards you, to the point of barely grazing your shoulder, was again, utterly surprising to her.

She didn't notice beforehand all those things, but now, they were like blaring in her face. Him occupying the seat next to you on the couch when gathered with the rest of the classmates, him brushing your shoulder when going somewhere despite the amount of space available, the bottles of water he pretends to buy for himself only to sneak it into your backpack, the way he helps you when it's your turn to do the chores masking it as if annoyed that you're taking so long and get in his way, the little squeeze he gives your pinky when you're up for a training battle, and so many more.

Part of her is disappointed that she hadn't noticed it before, but another part was quite impressed by Bakuguo's and your skill at hiding it for so long.

Being sure of herself, firmly believing that you and Bakugou were in a relationship, Mina felt confident enough to confront her friend. And after two weeks of attentive observation, she did just that. But got shot down immediately when Bakugou grimaced and told her to "stop reading that romance shit, is messing up with that shitty fried brain of yours".

Nonetheless, Mina has faith in whoever or whatever is watching over her. She knows that the universe is on her side, she knows that Bakugou can't fool her forever, and that whether sooner or later, something will happen. Something far more incriminating than those subtle, barely noticeable gestures.

And a week later, her prayers were answered. It all happened by pure coincidence.

After an excruciating extracurricular hour to recuperate that abominable low grade she got on her modern literature essay, which Cementoss kindly described as a 'written skit of dead cells trying to revive each other', Mina found herself walking around Ground Omega.

She was trying to clear up her mind, looking for some natural distractions to briefly forget about her grades and failed essays. But imagine her surprise when she stumbled upon no other than Bakugou Katsuki and you, sitting underneath a tree and eating. With picnic cloth and different dishes sitting on it.

She stood frozen, eyes blown wide open looking at a relaxed Bakugou feeding you slices of fruits.

If she were to tell her classmates no one would believe her. She crouched behind a bush, keeping her eyes on the scene while frantically searching for her phone, but to her horror, she had left it in her room before leaving for the extracurricular class.

"If you have some free time tomorrow, can we go get Bubble Tea?"

Bakugou took a napkin and wiped the trail of watermelon juice dripping down your chin.

"Yeah," He said, picking up a strawberry and pushing it against your lips. You took it, eyes trained on him. "I gotta train with Deku for a couple of hours after school, then we can go, 's that alright?"

"Don't you have to take a shower? And get dressed?"

"D'ya want me to wear a suit or some shit?"

"No. But can you wear a muscle top? The one with the turtle neck? Looks really good on you"

Mina can see Bakugou's ears turning a violent shade of red. She wanted to squeal so bad at the sight but decided to suppress it.

" 'm not gonna wear one just because you want it." He muttered, redness extending down his neck, while you smiled.

"Sooo~ I take it as a no?"

"I'll wear whatever the fuck I want" you laughed, leaning into him for a kiss, which he reciprocated immediately. When his arms moved around to pull you flush against him, Mina took it as her cue to leave the scene.

As much as she wanted details about the relationship you shared with Bakugou, violating your privacy was the last thing she planned on doing.

That evening, she didn't see when you came back from the romantic getaway, but she definitely saw Bakugou wearing a muscle shirt with a turtle neck the very next day before leaving the dorms.

She realized long ago that not only does Bakugou like you, but he is also already dating you, and for whatever reason, both of you are keeping it a secret.

She knows that no amount of pestering will make her explosive friend admit the truth, he's known for being as stubborn as steel, but even that last one isn't entirely unbreakable. Under pressure, anything can break.

So, she comes up with the perfect plan to make him reveal everything. She managed to involve the majority of her classmates, and while you and Bakugou were probably out on a date, she summoned her helpers in the common room, gathering them all in a circle. She had started by explaining her findings from the beginning, all the way to the little date she unintentionally stumbled on.

"Mina, not to burst your bubble, but I don't think Bakugou is capable of dating anyone-kero"

"No Tsu, you don't understand, I saw them with my own eyes!"

"Maybe he was just helping her with the flowers in her hair? I know that her quirk produces a lot of them during springtime since it's their season. And L/n-san said that it's difficult to keep them from popping out, spring beauties are known to-"

"Midoriya, I know what a kiss looks like. They were kissing."

"But still, we're talking about Bakugou… and from what Y/n told me, she isn't interested in dating at the moment"

"Ochako not you too! I swear on my beauty products that they are sneaking around like fools in love!"

"Man, Bakugou is a tough one to date, and I don't think sweet L/n-chan can deal with someone as tough as him. I mean, one can be patient only for so long with Bakugou, especially if they're dating him."

"Believe me Sero, he is anything but tough with her, he was feeding her! Like, literally grabbing the food and putting it in her mouth!"

"Now that I think about it, there are moments when he checks his phone and smiles. I think he was messaging someone. You think that might be Y/n?"

"Yes, Kiri! See? I'm telling the truth!" She wailed her hands toward the hardening hero, looking expectantly at her classmates. But the looks on their faces told her that no, they still don't believe her.

"Just help me out on this! Please!"

Everybody exchanged looks, some were skeptical, while other were purely curious to see what would come out of this situation, and slowly but surely they all agree.

"Perfect!"

The plan was simple, but if executed correctly can bring great results. Uraraka, Midoriya, and Tsuyu are the ones in charge of you. All they have to do is to keep you busy, all the time, by taking turns with whatever was at hand. Homework, watching movies, playing games, training, anything really. While Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari take care of Bakugou. The plan of attack was again, easy, the end goal is to make you and Bakugou spend less and less time together until one of you snaps. Mina was the only one that could switch parties since she was both a close friend of you and your boyfriend.

And that's how operation make-bakuy/n-snap began the very next day with Mina giving the headstart.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Mina giggles, bringing her hands back while leaning toward him.

"Just a little help with my studies~"

"No, you can do that shit by yourself"

"Please, please, please! I really don't want to fail this one!"

"I ain't got time for-"

"Please, Bakugou! You're the smartest person I know"

"I ain't gonna help ya"

Mina sighs, pretending to be defeated by his rejection.

"I didn't think tutoring me would be too much for you, sorry, I'm gonna go and ask someone els-"

"Too much of what for who you dipshit? Nothing is too much for me!"

"But it is! Teaching me is too much work. It's fine, really, I can-"

"Fuck you raccoon eyes, I will beat all that shitty literature into your shitty brain that you'll be dreaming it for the next goddamn decade!"

"Really?!"

"Hell yeah!"

"Thank you! See you after school!" She squeals, moving then to talk to Midoriya. Only then does Bakugou understand what exactly occurred, and how Ashido tricked him. His right eye twitches in annoyance, pulling out his phone. Great. Now he has to cancel plans with you.

But before he could type out a message, yours pops up.

From: Springbeauty

Is it alright if we postpone the date? Ochako wants to visit the cat Café down the road and said no one wants to go with her

Bakugou's frown deepens. Part of him wants you to be upset by it, but another part of him was glad that you had a way to kill time since he too would be busy with two idiots. Though, he still doesn't like this turn of events.

From: KatSuki

Yeah

Raccoon eyes wants my help with literature

Discount Pikachu is fuckin starin' probably will tag along

From: Springbeauty

Didn't she say yesterday that she was going to study with Yaomomo?

From: KatSuki

dunno

she-

Before he can type out a reply, Present Mic entered the classroom. He quickly pockets his phone, and as much as he'd like to take a peek at you, to see if you were waiting for his response, he decides against it. Instead, he sulks into his chair, lips curled downwards in a pout.

The exchange didn't go under Mina's radar. After all, she was right behind him, pretending to talk about something important with Midoriya, and it gave her enough time to get a peek at the nickname.

She expected him to call you something like 'plants', 'weeds', or even 'Flower girl'. Maybe nickname you after one of your physical traits, as he does with Yaomomo when calling her 'ponytail'. But no, yours was sweet, despite it still being related to your quirk.

Now that she thinks of it since you transferred he never used insulting names, always using 'Oi' whenever he needed to get your attention when in public. Could that be his way of keeping the relationship under wraps while still giving you special treatment?

Suppressing the grin that was threatening to split her face, Mina shifts her focus on Present Mic, hastily maneuvering her way to the assigned desk.

Bakugou is irritated, and that much should be a clear indication for his classmates to not pester him. But as usual, no one makes a big deal out of it, he had always been like that, for them it's nothing out of the ordinary.

Yesterday he didn't get a minute away from his friends, and whenever he wanted to call you, one of them would suddenly have some sort of problem that needed his help. After helping Mina and Denki out, Bakugou thought he would be free, but Kirishima asked if he could go with him to the convenience store because he ran out of his favorite snacks. He was planning on refusing until he saw you being dragged by Mina, Gods only know where, and he found himself agreeing.

The worst part was that the same thing kept repeating, over and over again for the following days. If he was lucky enough to get some time away from his friends, you'd be busy with them, and vice versa. Even the good morning texts were cut short all because either Kaminari or Kirishima barged into his room when the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, startling him from sleep, with the excuse of taking breakfast together.

Plans kept being postponed, day after day, and all because his classmates suddenly craved bonding time with him and you. And he hated it. He hated it so much that he was ready to AP Shot the entire dorm.

By the fourth day, Bakugou is a walking bomb, threatening to explode at any given moment. He is snapping left and right at the smallest inconvenience, snarling at everyone that dared to breathe in his direction, and during training earlier that day, he went extra harsh on Kirishima, which couldn't even get a chance to attack, able only to maintain a defensive stance the whole duration of the training.

It was unfair. It felt like the universe was against him for some unknown reason. For most of his life, he had lived without needing affection because it made him feel vulnerable and weak, but when you showed him how nice it is to be held, spooned, and pampered with hugs and kisses, he realized how much he needed all of it. But now, only four days of no interaction with you, and he feels like he's going to implode.

It's unfair because whenever he thinks he can finally go to you, talk to you, and hold you, someone spawns from no-fucking-where and snatches you away, leaving him dumbfounded in the halls.

But it's not like you're doing any better. He can see the pout on your pretty face when you meet his eyes. He can feel the longing in them, and he wants to envelop your body into a big, tight hug to reassure you that everything is fine. If only his classmates stopped interfering like some little shits.

It's during the weekend that Bakugou finally snaps.

Friday night he stayed awake past his bedtime to talk with you over the phone and made plans to meet you outside the school grounds early Saturday. He found a Cafe, a cute one that he knows you'll like and that serves your favorite drink.

He's confident everything will work out, that's why he manages to have a restful night. But of course, he forgot how annoying his friends can be.

The living proof is Kaminari, which decides to block the entrance exactly when he's supposed to leave.

Bakugou can feel the vein on his forehead throb, and he is awfully close to howitzer impact his face into the ground. Gritting his teeth, trying his hardest to not lose his temper, Bakugou barks out his annoyance.

"The fuck you want dunceface?"

"I need your he-"

"Fuck you, no"

"Please? I have this new move and I want to see if it works against your explosions, all you have to do is po-"

"No"

"C'mon please! I promise I'll buy you lunch if you help me out just this once!"

Bakugou wants to tell him to get lost but stops when he sees you being dragged around by Mina and Uraraka, again. His eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowing at the scene, anger already seeping up and down his back.

"Where are you lovely ladies going?" Kaminari asks, shooting them a knowing grin, which both you and Bakugou don't catch, too worried about yet another date needing to be delayed.

"To the new shopping center!" Mina squeals in excitement. Bakugou looks at you, silently questioning what was going on, but you pout, just as lost as him.

"Let's go Y/n-chan!"

Bakugou's fists curl, anger quickly filling his entire being. All of them bothered both him and you the entire week, he spent little to no amount of time with you, if he managed to exchange a simple 'hey' it was by a pure miracle.

Today is supposed to be an entire day spent together. Today you're supposed to spend time with him, at the Cafe, at the park, at the restaurant and then at the cinema. All-day is supposed to be only you and him. Not at some mall without him.

Before Mina can open the door, Bakugou grips your other wrist, pulling you towards him.

"You can go without her"

"Uh, no? It's a girls' outing."

"And where the fuck are the others?"

"Jirou and Momo are visiting their parents, Hagakure said she's studying and Tsuyu is training. We are the only ones free so-"

"So you will fuck off and go with only Deku's girlfriend."

Uraraka's face explodes in a bright shade of red, frantically looking around to make sure that Midoriya wasn't around to hear, whispering a passive-aggressive "we're not dating…. yet"

Bakugou scoffs. "As if I care. Piss off, she's busy" He tugs your arm, but Mina holds onto your other one just as tight. Your grip on Bakugou's shirt doesn't go unnoticed by her sharp eyes.

"Busy with what?"

"None of your damn business"

"Yes it is, she's coming with us to the mall"

"Is your brain made of raccoons as well? I told you she's fucking busy!"

"No, she's not!"

"Yes, she is!"

"No. She is not!"

"Yes, she is!"

"WITH WHAT?"

"WITH ME, YOU FUCKER!"

"AND WHY WOULD SHE?"

"BECAUSE I'M HER GODDAMN BOYFRIEND!"

Mina grins, internally cheering at her victory. She drops her hold on your wrist and watches in amusement as Bakugou cradles you into his arms.

"So it is true!" Uraraka claps her hands, eyes wide open on the couple. You can feel heat travel up your cheeks, and decide to nuzzle against Bakugou's chest hiding as much as possible.

"Now scram! If you pull another shitty stunt I'll blow your asses into unrecognizable bits of ashes!" And just like that, he drags you out, fully intent on making the most of the day.

Mina, Uraraka, and Kaminari watch as you exit the UA grounds, hand in hand. Then, more of their friends gather around the entrance.

"I'm sorry I doubted your detective skills, Mina-chan"

"Me too-kero"

"Can't believe you were right"

"I can't believe that Bakugou is getting it before me!"

"That was so manly!"

Mina puffs out her chest, hands on hips as she turns to look at her friends, a devious smile taking over her face. The satisfaction is pretty much readable on her face, and she soaks a little into the praises before speaking again.

"Who's ready to ambush them and squeeze out more juicy details about their relationship?"

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Backstage Show Pt.6

★🎸 {} .. hobie brown x groupie!reader

rating. m

word count. 5.5k

synopsis. it's been a long time since you and Hobie last saw each other. after he invites you to his next concert, despite better judgement, you go. you know yourself, you always fall into old habits

you and hobie get back together

🍒・．❕warnings. she's a long one, smut with LOTS of plot, fingering, hand riding, sloppy kissing, save a horse ride a cowboy, love making, a lot of references to other parts, angst, lots of angsy, a healthy(er) relationship, reader has more control than before

You and Hobie haven’t spoken in months. You imagined it was all too easy for him to pretend you never existed, that this was how all his relationships inevitably ended, unceremoniously without even a text to apologize for everything said in the worst of your moments. You were absolutely torn, terribly upset, and horrifically furious when he still used your picture on his album cover, the picture of you with his thumb in your mouth, only your lower face visible to his audience. It was like some sick wink at you. He knew you’d see the cover, knew that you’d know it was you. You two were probably the only two people in the world who knew.

Fuck him. He could fall off a building for all you cared. You didn’t need him. It seemed almost impossible to think that you were once obsessed with him, that you would have once kiss the ground he walked on and done the most heinous things for him.

Nearly half a year and you were beginning to forget what he looked like, what he smelled like, the smallest details about him. You were eternally grateful for it and unquestionably sad over it. Your sheets no longer smelt like him, the last remnant of him in your home. It was almost as if he never existed in the first place, how little he left around. He made it so easy for himself to disappear.

And he did disappear for a while. From your life and your mind.

Until he was back to touring in your location.

You weren’t going to the show. You never even listened to the new album affectionately named “Doll” after the title track on the 12 track list. You could only imagine what that was about, that and the rest of his tracks. You'd never know. You never would listen to it. You never bought a copy.

You got off of your shift with a sigh and made your way down the the bar near your job to grab a drink. It was Friday, you were able to get the weekend off, and you needed to be drunk the entire time. Mary Jane fans were swarming the streets and you couldn't stand any of them. You wondered which of them was Hobie's new plaything. When would they realize he would never love them even a fraction of the way they worshiped him?

Poor thing. Whoever they were, they were on the fast track to getting their heard broken.

You pushed open the door to your usual bar and found it roudier than usual. You managed to wiggle your way to the counter before you saw him. He was sitting out with his chair leaned back, his feet kicked up on the table, and a nice pint of frothing beer in his hand. He was smiling at some fan who had approached, wanting autographs. He was very obviously flirting with them until his eye caught yours slightly behind them. His smile faltered a bit as you whipped around and hid your face behind your hands.

He was more gorgeous than you remembered, fucking breathtaking. You never realized how much you would miss the individual features of his face. His golden eyes, his nose, his lips, his hair. You hoped he hadn't seen you, that you could get your drink and mind your own. But of course he had and of course he felt the need to come up to you.

"Y/n? Y/n, is tha' you?" You could hear a distance away and swiftly you asked the bartender for a kamikaze. This would be a long night. There was no getting away from him now. He was already making his way to you, lightly pushing people to the side to get to you.

Hobie sidled up beside you on the stool to your left, his knees on either side of your body. "How ya doin', doll?" His voice was so smooth and gentle in your ear you could just melt into him, profess how much you missed him all this time, beg for the two of you to go back to the way you were. But you refused to cave, refused to be so weak.

You didn't answer him. The bartender came back with your drink and you thanked her with a smile and a nod. You were no not talking mood, especially not with him.

Hobie's been missing you a lot. Things didn't feel the same without you around. Things didn't feel right. He felt a bit uneasy going on stage, the energy before and after wasn't exactly the same. He drank a little more, slept a little less, haunted over the way things ended. He thought he'd never see you again. The world was too large for something like that.

But here you two were. And you weren't talking to him. Why would you? You had confessed your love to him and he had squeezed your heart til it exploded in the palm of his hands. There was absolutely no reason in the world why you would talk to him.

"Still mad at me, luv?"

Something about his tone of voice made you upset, like he was telling you to get over it, what's past is past and it shouldn't bother you anymore. You finally looked at him, your lip twitching with disdain. "Why are you here, Hobart?"

"Oh, the government name." He placed a hand on his chest to feign hurt but the way you were acting did hurt him. It was deserved, more than deserved, so he took it as it was. "I'm here on tour. It's the night before our concert. We're jus' celebrating." He nodded over to his mates, all of them distracted by fans of their own. They hardly even noticed Hobie left them.

"I ain't think I'd run into ya. I though' I'd have ta hunt'cha down, luv. I need to talk to ya." He timidly placed a hand on top of yours. You needed something far stronger than a kamikaze. You needed straight vodka shots.

You pulled your hand from his, subsequently pulling your heart away and locking it up behind your ribcage despite the way it pulled and leaped for him. It's hard not to be in love even after months of never seeing him. But you wouldn't open yourself to getting hurt again. You might be in love but you're not gonna be dumb about it. "There's nothing for us to talk about. You made everything very clear the last time we spoke." Why aren't you punching him in the face? Why aren't you leaving? Why aren't you cursing him out? All of them are valid reactions. "I'm not gonna be an easy fuck for you."

"Just give it a chance, luv. Give me a chance. I really just wanna talk, nothin' else. I think with the way we left tings off wasn't the greatest–"

"Ya think?" You downed the rest of your drink and flinched at the sharp sting at the back of your throat. You motioned for some shots to the bartender and mouthed vodka while Hobie continued.

"I just wanna make tings right, dove." There was something very soft and genuine in his voice. He just wanted to give the both of you closure. You were done with him and that was okay, just as long as you knew the truth. "How about you come to the concert tomorrow? We'll talk after. Free admission."

You stared at him, gaze softening just a bit. How tender and palpable you could turn for him, like putty in his hands. With just a soft tone and a pleading gaze and you folded. "Fine. I'll go to your concert. We'll talk but I don't want to do anything, Hobie. I don't wanna feel like you're plaything again."

Hobie raised his hands in surrender. "I won't even touch you, luv. I'll never make you do something you don't wanna." It's true. He never made you do anything you weren't down for. And you were down for anything involving him.

Hobie rolled his lips, buying the bottom one to hide a grin. He stood up and dropped 40 pounds to pay for your drinks and a couple more if you chose to have any. "Have a good nigh', luv. I'll see ya tomorrow."

You huffed in response. It took everything in you to not turn to watch him walk away. You didn't want to stay any longer. You couldn't stand the thought of being in a room with him, pretending his was there when you were acutely aware of his existence staring holes into your skull.

You used the money to pay for your drinks and left the rest as a tip to the bartender before takinging your leave. You had to be rested for tomorrow.

—

Hobie ended up getting you tickets for the pit closest to the stage. The asshole. You stood squeezed between two fans screaming Hobie's name, dressed in gaze-attracting outfits. They screamed their heads off the moment they saw him and the other Mary Janes come out on stage, hoping to get his valuable attention. Your lips were sealed but your heart swelled seeing him where he was his very best. He was so beautiful, the stage lights casting down upon him from behind. He looked like an angel but you knew better.

His eyes searched the crowd for you and once his gaze landed upon your figure getting pushed around by fans trying to push their way to the front, he smiled. "How's everyone doin' t'nigh'?" Hobie kept looking at you, like he meant to be asking you specifically. You turned your head away, playing with your nails to show you weren't interested.

"Aww, don' be shy, a lil' louda." And the crowd responded with all their lungs could handle but all he wanted was to hear from you. All he needed was you.

"I've got someone special ina crowd t'nigh'. I wanna make sure tonight's a good show for them. So please, luvs, be nice to each otha t'nigh'." He knew you didn't want to be here, it was basic etiquette. Who wanted to be shoved around all night?

They started playing some of their new songs you've never heard before and suddenly you remembered why you loved them so much. They were all so mesmerizing on stage, their lyrics made you want to move, to jump around to close your eyes and feel the chaotic rhythm.

But as you listened, you realized a little more that the lyrics were about you and Hobie. To anyone else, it was just about two people who were in love but never meant to be together. It was a progression of events across the album, each song about different aspects of your relationship. "Worship" was about how much one worshiped the other to the point that it killed them. "How We Cave" was the end, about how they fell apart, all of it cleverly hidden within the folds of the song so that no one batted an eyelash.

The entire album was a wink and nudge to you, between the two of you. "Only we have to know" it said and you despised how much it meant to you. You needed to get out of here. Suddenly the entire venue felt as though it was crushing you, crashing down on your head.

You writhed and wiggled your way between people to make your way to the nearest exit. When you got outside, you took a deep breath, your exhale a cloudy haze before your lips under the cold air. You shuddered, reached into your pocket, and lit up a joint. You needed it, deserved it.

How he changed you, molded you into a person unrecognizable to your younger self. You had never been a smoker, never been much of a drinker, not before you met Hobie and he changed who you were so intrinsically. You never knew if it was a good thing or a bad one.

You knew the concert was over when people began funneling out, talking amongst themselves about who this new, special guest was. You pushed yourself off to the side and took a long drag of your joint, leaving strawberry lipgloss that you could taste with every drag. You wandered around the side of the building until you found the back entrance where Hobie told you to wait if the two of you managed to lose each other.

He came out about 10 minutes later, looking left and right until his eyes landed upon you. "Sorry, some fans wit' backstage passes I was meetin'. The boys are entertainin'em now." He excused himself, hopping over the guardrailing to get to you. "Since when did you smoke?"

"Take a wild guess." You took another drag before Hobie took it from you and took one himself. He loved the taste of you on it, took another drag because of it. "My bad, luv." He came and leaned against the wall beside you, his leather jacket the only thing protecting him from the cold. You weren't much better off either, dresses in an outfit similar to when you first met, you shivered from time to time while smoking with him.

"I saw you leave." He hummed and passed the joint back to you.

"Doubt I missed anything crazy. You were almost done anyway."

"The fuckin' Queen's ghost came on stage 'n did a backflip." Hobie countered, looking down at you with eyes that told you he was serious. His expression fell way into one of humor when you giggled and tossed your head back against the brick wall. "You're so stupid."

"I so am."

You didn't like how serious the undertones of his voice sounded. You didn't look at him, just smoked your joint to a bud before dropping it and putting it out under your boot. "I wanna go home."

Hobie stood from his position and offered out a hand to you. "Then lemme walk you." You looked at him, then his hand, and with a scoff, walked right past him. But you didn't tell him no, so he went right with you. You never said no to him along the way to your flat only a couple blocks away.

It was like the two of you were scared to talk about what you really wanted to. The way you two left off. Anyone looking at you would have said you were friends, not ex-lovers. And you weren't even that technically. You two laughed together, walked together without a single touch shared but all the longing glances of two people wanting to get back together after so many months.

And when you reached your flat, you turned and looked at Hobie and his massive height head on. "You can't come inside."

"I can't or you don't want me to?" He countered again because he knew you too well. You shoved him softly and he didn't even move. "Both. I know myself." If he comes in, you'll have sex, you'll wake up, and he won't be there. You would have let him in just to get hurt again.

"I told you, I won' touch ya, luv. I haven' yet, have I?" He was right, the only time he tried, he gave you the option to take his hand and you had refused, renewing your agreement that he would not be the one to initiate anything between the two of you. "We still haven' spoken. I don't think ya wan' everyone on the street to know our business, yeah?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked around. Finally, you looked for your keys to the front door and when you found it, you unlocked it. Hobie knew to be quiet as to disturb your neighbors and he surprisingly was considering his size. You knew where the stairs freaked and he followed your moves. Most of your neighbors were older people and that they'd have no qualms reporting you to your landlord.

When you finally reached your flat, you unlocked the door and let him in.

Your flat looked mostly if not entirely the same. Hobie smiled. "Good memories in here." He looked back at you with sparkling eyes. You closed the door. "Yeah, yeah, Hobie. Come on, we came in here to talk." You didn't want any of his bullshit anymore. You needed closure or you'd go crazy. Barely getting through the day without crying and throwing things was no way to live your life. Drinking and smoking all the time wasn't much greater either. You both were a mess.

"Yeah, yeah, we did." His playful attitude faltered as he crossed his long arms loosely over his chest and looked at his boots. "Look, 'm sorry, y/n. 'm sorry for all of it. You never deserved the way I treated you, you never deserved what I said to you."

You sat, you listened, you let him talk, your lips pulling to the side as you attempted to hold back swelling tears.

"I know I was wrong. I know. And I regret it everyday for the way I hurt you. We just…one, we shouldn't've had a conversation like tha' at a time like tha'. But I'm–" he paused for a moment, looking for the words. "I wasn't lying when I said I'm not someone you want to love. I am someone that no one has ever loved, doll. They have always left me because of who I am."

"But I'm not everyone else, Hobes. You can't decide for me who I'm gonna love." You interjected, a bit tearful. The situation frustrated you to tears and you felt a bit ridiculous for crying but Hobie didn't care, he reached out and wiped the fresh tears from your face. "Ya right. I should've let you make that decision yaself and 'm sorry for tha', luv. I was jus' scared."

"Scared? Scared of what, Hobie?" You croaked out, looking up at him with those big, beautiful eyes of yours that he adored so much, that he thought of in the darkest part of the night to keep him going.

He closed his eyes because he couldn't bear to look into your gaze. "I was afraid you would leave me one day because what would I do withou'cha by my side, luv. I was scared because I loved ya too and I knew I didn't deserve ya and one day you'd figure tha' ou' too."

He was scared to look at you, scared that it may ruin the moment to know how you were feeling about all of this. If only he knew him hard you fell for him again. Maybe the two of you weren't right for each other. Maybe whatever high power never ordained for you to be together. But fuck that higher power.

Hobie felt the weight of your lips ease against his and immediately took you in to him. He's been waiting to kiss you since the moment he first saw you but he promise he wouldn't touch you, not unless you touched him first.

Your hands reached up and caressed his face with your soft palms. His hand timidly came to your hips, waiting for you to writhe from him hold but you don't, you lean into him, standing on your toes to reach his lips better. You still taste like fruits and he hopes that your nether lips taste the same.

"I want you." You murmured against his lips in a daze of lust. "I want you right here, please." You kissed him harder pushing him back onto your couch before clamoring onto his lap with your legs straddling him. Hobie pulled you close, so close until your body pressed against his chest, rolling like waves under the exploring nature of his hands.

Your hands pulled at each other's clothes, removing shirts, tugging at the buttons of pants, a bra was tossed over your shoulder by you don't know who's hand. You wanted him completely naked, completely vulnerable to you for the first time and he wanted you the same.

Removing each other's clothes, you got up and stumbled clumsily to your bedroom where, by the time you got there, the two of you stood naked, embracing each other while you kissed. You had Hobie on the bed in seconds, still on top of him while you kissed hickeys down his neck. His hand slid down the soft skin of your naval, sliding between your supple legs to touch the slick nether lips of your pussy. He slid his middle finger between your folds and groaned softly. "Are you this wet all the time?"

"Only for you." You rocked your hips softly against his hand, shuddering as he curled his finger and let it slide into the wetness of your entrance. It was so easy to add another finger into you, and with enough working from his middle and index, scissoring you open while rubbing that sensitive ridge you've got inside you, he managed to add a third.

"Ahh– shit…Hobie." You rode his fingers, your hands holding his head where his jaw and neck met. You kept your eyes on his, your foreheads pressed against one another. "Keep goin', luv. Take wha'cha need."

You liked the warmth of his skin against yours. Two humans in love sharing in the taking of each other's bodies. Your teeth met his skin, nipping, biting, the salty remnants of sweat from performing still on his skin. He smells like weed, looks like heaven, and tastes like love. His palm worked against your clit while his fingers stretched you open in preparation for his size, which you haven't taken in a long while. You could feel it resting against your stomach, aching, smearing precum across your naval. You wanted it inside you in any way you could have him. But it seemed that he was intent on making you cum hon his hand first.

"Mmmh~ Ion wanna cum yet." You told him still rutting your hips against his hand. "I wanna cum with you." You wanted out, biting your lower lip as you whimpered. "I want your cock. Please lemme have it, Hobes. Please." You offered him puppy dog eyes like he wasn't already willing to give you everything you wanted and the world on top of it.

"Cummin' twice never hurt nobody." Hobie used his free hand to lift your head and make you face him again. "Jus' look a' me wit' those pretty eyes, luv. Can you do tha' for me?" He let his hand drop to your hip and felt the way you moved under the weight of his palm, desperate for a climax long denied to you for months. You nodded with wet, pouty lips and those pretty eyes.

Yoru walls clamped down upon his fingers as your ground your hips down hard and whimpered with the beginnings of an orgasm. “Just keep–” You tilted your hips to rub your clit a little more against the heel of his palm. You bit your lip and held him tighter as you rocked to the sway of your climax washing over you gently. Your body paused and you pressed your lips to Hobie’s to stifle your moan so you wouldn’t wake the neighbors. “Fuck– Hobie!”

Your tongues pressed against each other, your kiss sloppy and passionate, full of lust melting back into love. It was dark in your room, hard to see anything all you two had were your unadjusted eyes and the intimacy of touch to guide your way. Hobie laid back on your bed with his head in your pillows. Your scent surrounded him and he was in heaven as you climbed further up on top of him and grasped the length of his cock tenderly.

He let you do what you needed to do, sighing with perfect content as you dragged the tip of his cock between your wet folds. “Go slow, dove. I wanna feel ya.” He told you, shivering as your positioned him against your soaked entrance and sank down until your warm walls enveloped his fat tip. From there, you braced your hands upon his chest and did as told, slowly sinking down upon him, his cock spreading you further than you remembered.

You watched the way Hobie writhed beneath you, his hands gripping up and down your hips and thighs. “Fuck, y/n. Oh my…” He missed this so much, he missed you, this pretty, tight, warm cunt he dreamed about at night. All the toys he’s gotten in an attempt to replicate you, all of it in vain. He almost whined for you, biting his lip to contain something of a whimper. He wished he could se the way your folds parted for him or the way your hole stretched and struggled to contain him.

You liked the sight of him struggling to control himself. There was an overwhelming sense of power you felt you had over him for the first time in you entire fucked up situationship. His grip left bruises in your skin, tighter and tighter as you lifted yourself to the very tip of his member before pushing yourself back down, sheathing his cock completely, He made space for himself inside you, you walls melding to his exact length and girth. You had almost forgotten how good he felt, how he kissed your cervix so tenderly and pressed against sensitive spots you could never reach on your own.

"God, doll. Ya know wha'cha doin' t'me?" His hands find purchase on your hips, weakly following your movements as he watches the outline of your silhouette in amazement. The bed creaks a little with your movements, your moans mingle with the wet sounds of his pushing his cock into you, it's heaven in a single bedroom and you never want to go back to Earth.

Hobie lifted his knees and propped himself up, his hands gripping your hips a little harder so he could have his moment of control. He thrusted up into you, conjuring a breathless gasp from you as you gripped his shoulders for support. Your back arched as he fucked you, abused your cunt a little harder than you were used to over these past couple of months. You but your lip to contain the onslaught of moans you had to offer him, only letting out soft cries and whimpers to satiate his hunger to hear you.

You let him fuck into you, nice and rough, a position only those gifted in his department could pull off. You leaned down, pressed your body to his, laid on top of him with your back arched. You moaned into his neck, nosing at the angle of his jaw. Your hips flicked to meet the thrust of his hips. "H-Hobieeee." You squealed for him and he adored it, the way you dragged out his name like you wanted to hold it in your mouth for longer.

You stretched like a cat on top of him, you hands grasping at the pillow on either side of his head, scratching at the head post. You kept your face against his throat to hide your moans so only he could hear but they were so loud you had to bury your face in the crook of his neck and bite down to muffle them.

It was like he was tearing you apart, his large hands spreading you wide, his full lips muttering obscenities along the lines of his good you felt around him. So soft, so silky, so wet, so good.

When you kissed, it was not a kiss. It was just the parts, a sloppy meeting of tongues, teeth, and lips, all tangled up and touching on another. It was broken down by lust fueled by love, by the warmth of heated skin, by the kindness one human offers to another. He paused his hips to slide his hands up to hold your head with his fingers tangled in your hair.

"I love you, I love you, IloveyouIloveyou." You groaned against his lips at first before babbling it out like you couldn't hold it in you much longer. You needed it out, in the air. You hips rutted, you pussy leaving his cock soaked as you dripped. Your clit rubbed against his hair-covered pelvis and you shivered with pleasure. "Please, don't stop."

Hobie chuckled a little and you fed on it like you've never known any other substance. "I love you too, dove. 'N I wanna see you fuck me. Give me a show. Jus' f'me this time." This whole time, you've been giving shows to other people, now he wants you just to himself.

You sat back up, your hands against his stomach, scratching lightly as you rocked your hips. Hobie watched the way your body moved, hypnotized by the way you rolled and danced. You bounced on his cock, each one met with a lazy thrust into you.

You closed your eyes and tossed your head back, your mouth slightly ajar. You let the pleasure take you, you felt every thrust of his cock inside you, every point of pleasure it touched, the way your greedy, swollen clit rubbed against his pelvic bone, his hands on your hips, sliding up and down your thighs to coax you to continue. You loved his light voice, "you go' i', baby. Keep goin', jus' like tha'. My lovely, looks so pretty." His voice strained with each word, the beginnings of an orgasm making themselves known in his throat.

You shuddered, pussy trembling with your own climax. "I wanna cum together, Hobie. Please." You pleaded with him, looking back down at his fucked out expression trying to hold on to some cohesiveness. His muscles tightened as you fucked him harder, bringing yourself all the way up to the tip of his cock before coming down with a loud clap.

"Wha'eva you wan', lovely. I'll do wha'eva you wan'." He'll be whatever you want to. He just needs you in every way he can have you, for as long as he can have you. "You keep goin' like this 'n 'm gonna cum inside this gorgeous cunt of ya's."

You moaned at the thought of his cum filling you up, taking up the space his cock once did. "Do it, do it, please." You were just on the edge of your orgasm and he could tell. The way your walls clamped around him told everything and each movement brought him closer as well.

It was a simultaneous reaction. It took you both at once. Your moans were louder than before, mingling together embracing each other as your pussy quivered and milked his cock just the way he needed to shoot ribbons of cum right against your cervix and coat your walls in white. There was just so much of it and you continued to ride him, earning a few whimpers from Hobie as you milked him nice and thoroughly. To the point that his cum leaked through the tight seal his cock made with your entrance and dribbled down the underside of his cock and down his balls.

You felt so warm, so full. You fell on top of him, let him wrap his arms around you as you took in his scent so intrinsically his. You missed him so much, missed the feel of his sweaty skin against yours, missed the sound of his labored breath in your ear, then his chuckle he inevitably did at some point. You shook with his chest, rocking your hips a little to feel the comfort of his softening cock inside you.

"What's so funny?" You asked, drawing imaginary shapes against his chest in the dark.

"Really slutted me out in the end there. 've neva whimpered before." He laughed again, tossing a arm over his face to hide his embarrassment. You were laughing with him, a smile half pressed into his chest. "We could do it again."

There was a long stretch of silence as your laugher faded together and you sat there with him still inside you and his cum leaking out in globs, creating a mess between the both of you. There was so much you two needed to say, so many conversations you needed to have, but you narrowed it down in 8 words.

"I missed ya, luv." Hobie began.

"I missed you too." He'd never know how much hearing those words from his pierced lips would make your heart soar. The fact that he said it first, even more so.

"Remember tha' shower you was talkin' 'bout?"

You thought back to that moment of embarrassment for you when you had invited him to shower with you and he had refused. "How could I forget?" Even thinking about it now made your cheeks ache as blood rushed to them.

Hobie shifted a little beneath you. "I wanna take it now." A smile began to creep up onto your face and now your cheeks burned for another reason.

"Let's go take it then."

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv #hobie brown #spiderman #spider punk #hobie brown fic #hobie brown smut #backstage show #hobie brown x reader #rockstar!au #rockstar!hobie x groupie!reader #spiderpunk smut

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tokyo-debunkers-headcanons · 17 days

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is it possible to request da vagastrom ghouls + jin and luca and their reactions when someone makes their s/o cry (preferably romantic if that’s okie) i would really love to see ur ideas on this!

Ooooh! I love this one! Thank you for sending in a request!

ALAN MIDO

Alan is VERY protective of his partner. It doesn't matter if they could kick his ass in a fight, he is protective. The second he catches wind of his MC crying for ANY reason, he drops his tools and goes RUNNING to them (like my mans is SPRINTING).

He first and foremost makes sure that MC is physically okay before getting to what happenedm He's not the best at comfort so he starts by using his size and reputation to get info from any witnesses.

It actually manages to work somehow and as soon as he gets his hands on the jackass who made them cry. Its straight to the pit to make an example of them.

When the two of them are alone at last. He does his best to try and comfort them, but like I said he's not the best with that stuff. So the best is an awkward hug, a listening ear, and him trying very hard to find and play a YouTube video to make them feel better....but very they have to help him with it.

SHOHEI HAIZONO "SHO"

He heard from Leo that MC was caught crying while he was cooking and for once, he quickly made sure that there was no chance of a fire, and stops in the middle of his cooking to go find MC.

Sho, on the other side of things, kicks ass before anything else. He's dragging the dumbass to the pit and kicks the shit out of him. Sho doesn't hold back like Alan does. It was an clear win from the get go, so the Sho betters in the pit were taking candy from babies.

After wiping the floor with the dipshit, he runs back to MC, gently taking their hands and lead them right back to the Vagastrom kitchen. He sets aside whatever he was cooking beforehand and asked what they wanted to eat.

He won't take no for an answer, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't have the ingredients. He will take them out on Bonnie to get their mind off of things. When he has everything he needs, he'll make whatever they want to eat.

If they want they want to, he'll even try his hand at baking. With their help of course, but he's more of a cook than a baker. Anything to help his MC feel better

LEO KUROSAGI

Oh HELL no! They're done. Absolutely destroyed. No not physically, Leo doesn't fight.

But word gets around quickly, especially on the social medias but Leo waits for MC to come to him. In the meantime, he finds as much dirt as possible on whoever the hell was there.

He's looking at security cams, wickchat posts, tiktoks, etc. It takes him at MOST half an hour to find who fucked up. And another half hour to find out some pretty juicy dirt on whoever it is.

He used an alt account to leak said juicy dirt by the time MC came to him. When they do, he lets MC cuddle up to him and doomscroll tiktok with him, filtering out anything about what happened and focusing on animal and funny tiktoks.

JIN KAMURAI

This is another who would wait for MC to come to him. But if they take too long he's sending either a text or Tohma to go bring them to him

He actually sends Tohma to get details on what happened as soon as he can. Tohma being Tohma, gets all the details that Jin needs.

Jin looks for things he can use to make that person's life a living hell. Assuming they're a student, he uses his connections to get them all the way down to probation.

And te thing about Jin is, his lasts. He makes an example of this person for MONTHS or at least as long as he can get away with it.

As for what he does with MC when they're crying. I think he takes them to his room and puts down the tough guy act for once. He'll give them a little forehead kiss and talks all nice and quiet with reassuring words, but just this once. (That a bald faced lie, he's just too stubborn to admit he's soft for his partner)

#tokyo debunker #frostheim #jin kamurai #lucas errant #headcanons #luca #Vagastrom #alan mido #shohei haizono #sho #leo kurosagi

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 3 months

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hihi can i request ticci toby, ben drowned, and mask w a chubby reader? not just curvy, but has belly fat, bigger thighs, and a soft face? thank you :) scenarios please!! (i think i did this right, if you aren’t comfortable w this pls ignore!! also can the reader be afab? thank you)

can i be 🪷 anon? i don’t think anyone has claimed it)

We love body positivity in this house <33 And yes, that anon name is open! Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Ticci Toby

Toby wakes up with his head on your chest, your fingers lazily tangled in his hair while you scroll on your phone. It's his favorite way to wake up these days, he loves the warmth of your body and the softness it provides. He stays still for a moment longer, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. You don't notice he is awake until you hear his breathing start to pick up as he sighs happily and buries his face further into your chest, his hand moving to lightly squeeze at your thighs while doing so.

You turn your phone off and move to kiss the top of his head, wrapping both arms around him as you do so. Once you get settled, he looks up at you and slightly pouts. "You stopped rubbing my head" he points out. You peck his nose and chuckle. "Do you want me to continue?" He nods and you comply, using your nails to scratch at his scalp ever so lightly. He shivers from the feeling and puts his head back in the little space between your bodies. He can feel himself almost falling asleep again until you begin to pull away, deciding to lay on your back to stretch. He waits for you to finish before getting up on his hands and knees and crawling over to you again. He hovers over you for a moment before settling back down on top of you. He strokes your face and just looks at your face, taking in every little detail.

After he feels satisfied, he pecks your nose and moves off of you, allowing you to finally move. It is now his turn to stretch, he gets up off the bed and stretches out his whole body, his bones cracking as he does so. You turn to lay on your side and prop yourself up with your hand. "Wanna go see about some breakfast? I heard whoever got groceries last got your favorite rolls again" He bends over the bed to face you and kisses your nose once more. "You're my favorite roll" You cock an eyebrow up and he smiles cheekily. "Fine then, I'll just go eat them with someone else instead" You say, getting up and going over to the door to do just that. Toby races after you, whing a small "noooo"

Ben Drowned

"C'mere" He says, using his finger to beckon you over. You smile and walk over to him, handing him his drink and taking a sip of your own. The manor doesn't have parties often, but when there is a party happening there, it is usually a big, fancy occasion. This time, everyone was celebrating 100 years of Slender's business. This being said, all the finest overlords were invited, all of the creeps were there, and a lot of returning customers also showed up. The party took place in the manor's huge ballroom, with the dress code being "masquerade". And boy, did you look gorgeous. With your pretty dark dress perfectly accentuating all your perfect curves and dips, and your sparkly mask only making your eyes pop more than they usually did, Ben's undead heart caught in his throat every time he looked at you.

He kisses you, making your nose scrunch up. "You taste like alcohol" You say with a grin, before bending down to kiss him again. When you pull away, Ben takes your drink and sets them on a nearby table. "What if they get spiked?" You ask with an eyebrow raised. "At this fancy ass joint? Please. Besides, we can always get new ones" He says, waving his hand dismissively. He then takes your hand and kisses at your knuckles. You were surprised to see him acting like such a gentleman. "Come dance with me" He says, taking your hand and leading you over to an empty space where you won't be disturbed. You smile at this charming request and happily follow. "Do you even know how to ballroom dance?" You ask once you get to your space. He puts his hand on your waist and uses his other hand to grab one of yours. "No, but that doesn't matter, does it?" He asks sheepishly. You tilt your head and place your open hand on his shoulder. "No, I suppose not"

You spend the rest of the night, holding each other, slowly swaying to the soft music being played by the orchestra. Occasionally Ben will mischievously reach to pinch your butt or caress your hips, at which you squeal and swat his arm. In turn, you get to also pinch his butt, which he always jumps at and jokingly tells you to keep it in your pants.

Masky

Somehow, you both managed to score an off day together. You decide to spend the day in relaxing, and just taking time to love each other. You convince Tim to try a mud mask, using one of your extra spa headbands to push back his hair. You run a bath, adding some salts and bubble bath mixes, and light a few candles. When you finally bring Tim in, he suggests getting some snacks and drinks, to which you happily oblige. You end up ordering a pizza that you set on top of the toilet seat, as well as getting some wine from the downstairs cabinets. While Tim is setting this all up, you go grab your laptop and a little bath desk. Once you both hop in, you watch your favorite show while enjoying your food and drink.

Tim usually doesn't like baths, as he thinks of it as a "person soup", but this time he did have to say, it was relaxing. While watching the show he absent mindedly rubs little circles on your belly and thighs, sometimes leaning over to kiss the side of your head. He nearly falls asleep, but is snapped out of it when you turn to kiss his nose and tell him its time to take off the masks. You both get out, putting everything away and wrapping up in some towels. You help him peel off his mask and toss the remnants in the sink to be cleaned up later. Once you finish peeling yours off, he insists on checking how soft your skin now is by kissing you all over your face, making you laugh. After this is done, you share a sweet kiss before Tim picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You squeal and smack his butt, to which he pinches your leg with a grin. He sets you down on your bed and kisses you, working his way down from your lips all the way to your chest. He then stops to go get some clothes for the two of you, and you turn on your TV to continue your show.

Once you are both dressed and settled in bed, he rests his hands on your thighs, occasionally kissing you and telling you how gorgeous you are with a gentle squeeze at your soft face and sometimes your belly.

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Who's Most Likely? - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Summary: PSG's Youtube channel decides to test Y/N's, Kylian's and Neymar's friendship with a quiz that will lead to some cute moments. Their video also reveals something that will change Y/N's and Kylian's life forever. Warning: fluff and light emotional moment. Word Count: 4.3k

Y/N sat in between her two dorky best friends, ready to film a video for the team's Youtube channel. She felt kind of nervous because that was her first time on camera with the guys since they became close friends. When Y/N started her job at PSG as the assistant coach after moving to Paris, she didn't have any friends. She grew close with the guys during training days, lunch breaks or when traveling with the team.

As their relationship progressed, they started hanging out outside of work to the point where it's normal for them to drive to one another's house and just hang out all day or sleepover. However, Y/N always felt a stronger connection with Kylian but she never acted on it, afraid she would ruin the friendship. Besides, she was the person Kylian would talk to about a girl he would date or hook up with, this confirmed to Y/N that he only sees her as a sister. He was physically affectionate towards her, hugging her when laughing, kissing her forehead when saying good morning or goodbye at training, but she never took it as a sign considering Neymar's has the same attitude towards her. That's just their friendship behavior.

People seemed to notice their friendship since the beginning, especially after the paparazzi photos of them entering clubs at night, chasing each other in the training field. They all posted each other on their stories regularly when they would scare each other or catch someone sleeping in unusual places. Birthday posts for each other also contained a lot of detailed wishes, indicating they know each other on personal notes.

"Okay, we will start shooting in a second once the lighting is fixed, get ready everyone." The man behind the camera shout out, Y/N shifted in her seat a little bit out of nervousness.

"Don't be nervous, we'll have fun." Kylian noticed her and placed a hand on her thigh, making her shiver from the skin contact because she was wearing a dress.

"I know, but, I'm just a little nervous. It's the first time we talk about each other on camera, Ky."

"Let's make a bet, guys. Whoever loses this game is going to do whatever the winner will tell them to do for 24 hours." Neymar said, catching Kylian's and Y/N's attention.

"Yeah, that sounds fun, I'm in."

"Yeah, me too, because I just KNOW I'm going to win. I know you boys like the back of my hand."

They all shook hands on it, laughing at their dumb bet. The man behind the camera caught their attention again, starting the count down for record.

The video started with them trying to keep a serious face but failing and laughing at each other when they would each introduce themselves. These bloopers cuts were funny so they made it in the final video as the intro.

"Okay, for the third time. Hi, I'm Neymar." He smiled and looked at Y/N for her to continue.

"Hi guys, I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"Hello, I'm Kylian Mbappe and we are about to do a friendship quiz game to test how well we know each other." Kylian smiled and the video slid to Y/N's words.

"The first round consists of a couple of questions about each of us and we'll have to write down the answer in our white boards. Who ever gets the question right, gets a point."

They all looked at the screen behind the camera that showed them the first question, Y/N read it out loud for the video.

"What is Neymar's first tattoo?"

They all wrote down their answers. Y/N smiled while writing it because she was confident in her answer, Kylian seemed sceptical with his answer. They all turned around their boards and Y/N raised her hands in the air, laughing, after seeing she wrote down the same answer Neymar did for himself.

"YES, I knew it. It was your mom's and sister's name."

Kylian on the other hand wrote down something random, hoping he would randomly guess it right. The next question was read by Neymar.

"Which club did Kylian Mbappe play for first?"

Both Y/N and Neymar were confident in their answer because it was pretty obvious. Once the boards were turned around, they all revealed the right answer. Kylian read the next question.

"What was Y/N's first job?"

Y/N smiled at the flashbacks of her first job. She used to be a bartender while she was in college. She was sure Kylian would get this question right because a memory from their first months of their friendship popped into her mind. That night, she sat with Kylian in the balcony of his apartment, talking about her life while sitting on a couch under the same blanket with him while Neymar was fast asleep in the living room. That was the exact moment she realized her feelings towards Kylian, especially after she fell asleep with her head on his chest.

They all turned their boards around once again and Kylian did his significant laugh after getting the questions right.

"I got it right. Btw, you suck, Ney." Neymar reached over to Kylian to lightly smack his head with the board and Kylian hid his head behind Y/N's shoulder, making her laugh along.

"Okay, that's enough, you two." Y/N placed her arms on both of their shoulders, pretending to separate a fight.

There were a few more other questions and Kylian got most of them right, putting him in the lead. The last question caused Y/N to momentarily zone out and blush. Neymar read the question.

"Where does Y/N see herself in five years?"

This was such a specific question she, herself, didn't even know the right answer to. A lot of things went through her mind, trying to write down the closest right answer. She considered her career, her family goals and that's where she stopped. A family. She always wanted to create a family and have her first kid in her mid twenties. Being a mom was always one of her aspirations. She hesitantly wrote down 'being a mom' and held the board close to her chest, waiting her the guys to reveal theirs.

Both of them wrote down something different. Neymar wrote 'traveling the world', earning a 'uuu, interesting' from Y/N and Kylian wrote 'being successful'. Seeing that the guys went in a completely different direction, she regretted what she wrote but slowly revealed the right answer.

She looked at Kylian who smiled warmly at her, making her more comfortable. Neymar awed and wrapped his arm around Y/N' shoulder.

"That's a good one. Being a parent is the best feelings ever." Neymar said with a passion.

Kylian was still quiet, staring at Y/N with admiration. He looked like he was daydreaming about something.

"I'm sure, you'll be an amazing mom" Kylian's words came out in a whisper and Y/N smiled at him. Y/N's feelings of wanting to be a mom grew more in that second. A quick family picture of her, Kylian and a small little baby flashed in front of her eyes.

"Alright, the last round is the 'Who's most likely' game. This round doesn't really determine a winner, so we'll just have fun with it." Neymar's words brought Y/N and Kylian back to reality, making them break the loving eye contact and look at him.

"And since Kylian got the most right answers on the previous round, we'll consider him the winner." Y/N said and Kylian proudly smiled, raising his hands in the air.

A man came from behind the camera and handed each of them three cardboards with their names, so they can reveal their answer by showing a card.

"Alright, who's most likely to be late for work?" Y/N read the question at loud and all of them showed the card with Neymar's name. He had to admit this himself because of all the scolding he receives from his friends.

"Who's most likely to have a crush on someone from work?"

Y/N froze, feeling like the question was directed towards her. No matter how much she tried to play it cool, she failed because of how Neymar looked at her and Kylian, smirking like an idiot.

Kylian and Y/N blushed, looking away from each other. "Come on, guys, we all know the answer to that one," Neymar said, laughing.

"Can I raise two cards?" He proudly said and raised the cards with Y/N's and Kylian's name.

Kylian slightly coughed and looked at him, giving him a death glare. Y/N was unable to give an answer because the tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Come on, man. Just because you have a girlfriend, doesn't mean we have crushes from work." After Kylian said those words, he realized how ridiculous and stupid that answer was.

"Yeah... Yeah," Y/N said, chuckling. " I don't really have an answer for this one, but I'll just say Ky."

"I'll say Y/N too, even though you haven't told us about any crushes." They all laughed, but Y/N and Kylian were a little too loud.

Another question showed up on the screen behind them and Y/N wasted no time to read it so they could move on from the uncomfortable situation. Kylian thought the same thing because he read the question with Y/N simultaneously. He stopped mid sentence and smiled at her, motioning for her to continue.

“Who’s most likely to get jealous easily?” “NEYMAR!” Y/N and Kylian said in an unbothered tone. They all laughed at their response, remembering all the times when Neymar would vent to them about a jealous situation with his girlfriend. “Alright, alright. Guilty as charged!” Neymar playfully raised his hands in the air. ”Next question, who’s most likely to say “I’m sorry” more often?”

The guys looked at Y/N direction and then gave each other an agreeing look. They both showed the card with Y/N’s name. Y/N knows that she over-apologizes a lot because she is more self aware than most people are, and she addresses situations honestly regardless of her own pride.

“Yeah, that’s true. I’m a people pleaser and I tend to apologize about everything, even the things I don’t have power over, honestly.” Kylian looked at her, admiring her. He knew this was one of her personality traits and he tries to ask as little favors from her as possible because she always goes out of her way to make people happy. Anytime he asks her to do a small thing for her, he feels like he’s taking advantage of her precious soul.

“Yeah, you do that a lot. You need to stop doing it with me… I mean us, though.” Kylian stuttered while talking, making Neymar chuckle.

“Who’s most likely to fall in love at first sight?” Neymar read the question and waited for them to react first.

Y/N could swear she felt Kylian brush his shoulder against her, but didn’t dare to look at her. He smiled and raised the card with his name and didn’t say anything. The whole situation felt like a dream to her because she was sure Kylian only saw her as a friend. Neymar raised the card with Kylian’s name too. Y/N thought of doing the same so it would seem like she’s only repeating their answers but she didn’t. She took a chance to give Kylian an indirect signal that, in fact, she is the one who fell in love at first sight. She slowly raised the card with her name and smiled, trying to hide the fact that her hands were shaking.

“Hmm, is there anything you guys would like to SHARE with your other FRIEND?” Neymar pretended to be mad and unaware of the meaning behind their answers. He actually knew exactly what they were saying. He felt a connection between them since they first started hanging out together. He kept his thoughts a secret, not wanting to intervene in their love story, because he found it very pure and innocent.

Kylian and Y/N both laughed, unsure of what to do next after their ‘confessions’. As if on cue, the director gave them the signal to give their outros, letting them know the video is over. Y/N took over the outro.

“So, this is everything we have for you today. I hope you enjoyed the video and we proudly announce that Kylian is the most true friend because he guessed most of the questions right.” They all chuckled and Kylian put a hand around her shoulder.”Thank you to everyone for watching, we’ll see you next time. Have a nice day.”

Neymar also wrapped his arm around Y/N and they waved at the camera in a group hug, yelling ‘bye’.

“That was FUN!” Neymar said and looked at his two best friends, winking at them. “Let’s go grab lunch.”

Y/N and Kylian followed behind Neymar, staring at each other from time to time and smiling. Kylian placed a quick kiss on Y/N’s forehead and walked with his hand around her shoulder. This would normally cause the people to turn their heads and take a look, but this was already a typical behavior between the all three of them, even though Kylian and Y/N felt a spark anytime they had a physical touch moment. Sometimes, Kylian would get jealous if Y/N would fall asleep on Neymar’s shoulder on the plane because he always wants to have her close to him.

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After the video was uploaded to YouTube, the fans immediately noticed the flirty moments between Kylian and Y/N. They commented on the video, asking if the two were secretly dating or if there was something more between them. Kylian and Y/N avoided the conversation about the video as much as possible. It wasn’t unusual for them to see fan edits about them being a couple before they did the Youtube video. People speculated about their relationship by referring to their Instagram stories featuring each other or paparazzi photos that caught them hugging during practice. There was even a trending Twitter hashtag that said ‘#KyY/N’.Twitter was filled with posts that stated different conspiracy theories about how they’ve been together for years now or they are already married.

Y/N was laying on the couch at Neymar’s place while Neymar sat next to her head with his feet on the table, playing Fifa. They were waiting for Kylian to arrive at the movie night they planned yesterday.

“Y/N” Neymar spoke while staring at the TV. “Hmm?” Y/N hummed, not paying full attention to Neymar and still scrolled on her phone. “Why don’t you admit to Kylian that you’re in love with him?” Even though Neymar said is to casually, his words caused Y/N to shoot right up and look at him. “What? What.. What do you mean?” The first thing that went through her mind was change. She felt scared of how her feelings could cause things to change between them, especially if Kylian decides to stay away from her once he finds out.

“Y/N, honey. It’s pretty clear to everyone. You always feel shy around him and anytime you stare at him you get distracted and look like a creepy person in love.”

She chuckled at his words, still unable to process the fact that Neymar made it clear to her how bad she hid her feelings this whole time.” And, uh, by everyone, do you also mean Kylian?” “I don’t know if he knows, sweetheart. But, you have to talk to him anytime soon, you can’t hide it from him anymore.”

“Ney, It's easy to say that. But, what if he doesn’t feel the same way and things get weird between us and we lose our friendship because of this?” Y/N sighed and plopped her head back on the pillow and Neymar placed a on her head, stroking her hair.

"That's just a risk you'll have to take, honey. Do you love him?"

"That's not the issue, my feelings are not the issue here.”

"Yeah, but It's also hard to move on knowing it could've worked out if you confessed to him, do you ever think that? It's not just the lost relationships that hurt, also the missed chances hurt the same."

A knock on the door stopped their conversation, Kylian was here. Y/N went to open the door and let Kylian inside.

“Hi, sweetheart.”He hugged her and kissed her forehead.

“Hey, Ky. What took you so long?”

“Ugh, I had to stop by an-” Kylian was stopped mid sentence by Neymar who came to the door before Y/N could shut it close. “Hey, guys. I have an important thing to finish right now, but don’t worry I’ll be back in an hour.” He said and grabbed the keys from the bowl on the counter.

“Alright, man. Don’t be late.” Kylian yelled as he made his way to the living room and Y/N stood there holding the half-open door, already knowing what was going on.

“Don’t worry, man.” Neymar yelled back and winked at Y/N giving her a quick peck on her cheek. “Good luck. Don’t be scared.” “NO, Ney, don’t l-” Before Y/N could finish her sentence, Neymar walked out. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning against the door. The realization that this moment will determine everything about their relationship made her feel scared. She wasn’t going to back out now, especially after the whole act Neymar put up to leave them alone.

Each step she took towards the living room increased her heart rate. Kylian sat on the couch where Neymar sat previously, looking more handsome than ever. She always found Kylian most attractive when he wore gray sweatpants and white shirt. She admired his smooth skin and dark almost black eyes and his soft thin lips. She dreamed about kissing those lips almost every night.

“Um, are you going to stand there the whole time, hun?” He turned around to look at her, sensing her presence behind him the whole time.

“Haha, you pick the movie, I will get the snacks from the kitchen.” Y/N said and made her way to the kitchen to buy herself some time and think of how she is going to confess her feelings to him.

Y/N made her way to the couch and sat next to him. The only source of light was the TV and the city lights illuminating the living room. Kylian seemed too focused on the movie, unaware of what was about to come next. He noticed Y/N had been quiet for quite a while. She always comments on the movie and says stuff like ‘I hate that outfit’ or ‘It’s so obvious,COME ON’. He reached for the TV remote and paused the movie, turning his body around so he could face her. She looked very beautiful and fragile to him in the almost dark room, but he could tell that she was zoned out completely.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Kylian asked, his voice laced with concern.

This moment felt like a dangerous chess move that could determine everything. Kylian stared at her frowned face and her hands cracking her knuckles, not daring to look at him. He knew when anxiety threatened to consume her, her delicate fingers would twist and turn until they were tied in knots. In those moments of despair, he would gently unravel her trembling hands and interlace his fingers with hers, offering the comfort of his warm touch to ease her worries.

As Kylian's strong hands held hers, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. His gaze was so intense, so loving, that she felt completely exposed. She knew she had to tell him the truth, but the words caught in her throat.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to find the right words. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him and the realization hit her.

"Kylian, I-" she began, her voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers for any sign of what she was about to say. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage.

"I have to tell you something," she began, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've been thinking about it for so long, since that video of the three of us was posted. I knew then that it was time."

As she spoke, Y/N's heart raced with anticipation. She knew that the man standing before her was the one she had been searching for her whole life, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

With each word she spoke, she took in every detail of his face, from the soft curve of his lips to the gentle tiny curls of his hair. She wanted to remember every moment of this, in case it was the last time he would hold her hands.

For a moment, there was only silence between them, as they both stood there, lost in their own thoughts. Then, slowly, Kylian reached out and took her hand in his.

"Whatever it is you have to say, Y/N, I'm listening," he said, his voice low and gentle.

With a deep breath, Y/N looked into his eyes once more, then spoke the words that would change their lives forever. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've loved you from the moment I met you, and I know that nothing will ever change that. I know that by saying this I could lose you forever, but I can’t change my feelings towards you. No matter how much I tried."

As Y/N gazed at Kylian, time seemed to slow down and her heart raced with anticipation. She knew that she had to say it, to reveal the truth that had been weighing on her heart for so long. And so, with trembling lips and a quivering voice, she confessed her love to him.

But Kylian's reaction was not what she expected. He stood there, frozen, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. His eyes searched hers, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

For a few moments, there was only silence, broken only by the sound of Y/N's heartbeat pounding in her chest. She felt guilty and regretful, thinking that she had made a mistake by revealing her feelings to him.

But then, Kylian spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wow, Y/N, I..." he trailed off, still in shock.

Y/N couldn't bear the tension any longer, and tears began to stream down her face as she stood up and turned away from him. "Please, Ky," she said, her voice breaking. "You don't have to say anything. Just forget that I ever said anything."

Kylian stood up too, his eyes never leaving her. He took a step towards her, his hands outstretched, but Y/N backed away, unable to meet his gaze.

In that moment, Kylian felt a rush of happiness and excitement. He had secretly loved Y/N for so long, and now she had finally confessed her feelings to him. He knew that he had to find the right words to say to her, to let her know that he felt the same way.

As he took another step towards her, his heart beating wildly in his chest, he spoke softly. "Y/N, don't walk away from me. I want to hold you,please."

Kylian reached out to cup her cheeks, his touch tentative at first but growing bolder as she leaned into him.

"Come here," he murmured, and she obeyed, allowing him to lead her to the couch where they sat a moment ago.

Kylian held her face gently in his hands, his forehead pressed against hers as they shared a moment of deep intimacy. They breathed together, their bodies and souls intertwining in a way that left them both trembling with emotion.

And then Y/N spoke, her voice trembling with emotion. "Kylian-"

But he silenced her with a gentle shush, his eyes still closed as he focused on the sensation of her skin against his.

"Let's breathe first, sweetheart," he whispered, and she nodded, trusting him completely.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he continued, his voice low and hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry for not being the one to say these words to you first.” As Y/N opened her eyes, she felt a glimmer of hope. It was as if the world around her had suddenly been painted in the brightest of colors, like in those vintage cartoon movies she used to watch as a child. Her heart fluttered as she gazed into his deep, mesmerizing eyes. With a small smile, she lifted her forehead from his and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

As she exhaled, he leaned in, his own smile growing wider and wider until he finally attached his lips to hers. It was a moment that felt like it had been a lifetime in the making, and as their lips moved in perfect harmony, they both knew that this was where they belonged.

Kylian's heart was racing as he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes searching for hers. With a gentle touch, he brushed his lips against her forehead, his fingers lightly caressing her skin. He felt a surge of emotions, an overwhelming feeling that he had kept buried for too long.

He took a deep breath, summoning all his courage. "I can't believe I'm finally saying these words out loud," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, Y/N."

Y/N let out a small laugh. ”I love you too, Kylian. I love you with every single cell in my body.”

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pablitogavii · 10 months

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Can you do one where gavi is on tour and he is excused to leave dinner early and when he gets back to his hotel room his gf (whoever is reading) is there and it goes on from that (they had🤫) but you guys were too loud so when gavi got out pedri and his friends tease and and yeah. Sorry if this is very detailed😭

His Surprise

Since he spent so much time with you during summer, Pablo really got used to having you around all the time that his trip to US was quite hard.

"Amor, I will see you in less than two weeks.." you told him while you cuddled the last night together at home and he was acting like a true whining baby.

"Two weeks is a long time with no cuddles.." he whined and you giggled holding him closer and kissing the top of is head lovingly.

"You can always cuddle with Pedri amor??" you joke giggling while he kept whining nuzzling further into your neck and leaving a few open mouth kisses along the way.

"You're my big bebé, did you know??" you say and he shakes his head always acting like a 'big and strong man' but with you he could always be a goofy boy.

"I'm gonna miss you like crazy!!" he said looking up and you smiled nodding your head and leaning down to kiss his lips.

"Me too cariño..so go and win and come back home to me" you say and you both smiled agreeing on that plan before falling asleep.

While he was on the plane, he kept his phone glued to his face texting with you and occasionally checking gallery for your pictures that made him smile. Even the camera caught him smiling like an idiot to his phone while filming content for fcbarca account.

pablitoo: just came to the hotel room princesa

you: you should rest up cariño <3

pablitoo: i want to see you! ft??

That ended up you both falling asleep on the phone with each other and Pablo waking up grumpy not having anybody to hold before getting ready for the first morning training.

"Ay hermano, que pasa contigo?? You slept bad??" Ansu asked noticing the dark circles under Pablo's eyes but he didn't care as long as he gets to talk to you before bed.

"That's what happens when your girl is in the different time zone. Same is with me and Mikky especially now with the pregnancy..I'm always on the phone!" Frankie added and Pablo blushed a little when his friends were teasing him about being a simp.

He really didn't care what they said..yes, he was such a simp for you!

After another training in the evening, Pablo's stomach got very sensitive again and he really didn't feel like going to the welcome party.

"You gotta do it hermano, it's polite since they welcomed us and all" Pedri explained and Gavi knew that was right but he also knew that when he comes back you will already be fast asleep in Barcelona.

Damn the time zones! Why can't time be the same everywhere!

Pablo called you when he got ready wanting to at least to talk for a little while and show you his outfit since he was very proud of it. No answer. He tried again thinking you were in the bathroom or something. Again, no answer. Where were you?

pablitoo: amor, I'm going to the welcome party. pls call me when you see this <3 te amo!

The whole time he was there with the boys, he kept checking if you answered but there was nothing. Something was wrong. You never go to bed without sending him a text or better yet calling to tell him how much you miss his cuddles.

"Tranquí, hermano..she was with your hermana today. Maybe they went out?" Araujo said and that made me jump getting to an idea. I should call Aurora!

"H..hola?" her voice was groggy and I knew that I woke her up in the middle of the night.

"Rora! Sorry to call but.." before Pablo could finish the girl interrupted him quickly and angrily.

"Pablo, it's the middle of the night! This better be good cause I have classes tomorrow!" she said and Pablo rolled his eyes at hpw dramatic his sister is right now.

"I know Aurora! But Y/n's not answering her phone and I'm worried!" Pablo snapped walking out of the venue so that nobody can hear the talk he had with his sister.

"She's probably sleeping cabrón! You're worrying too much! We were having lunch today and she looked fine to me" Aurora said but Pablo wasn't convinced. Something wasn't right.

"She wouldn't go to bed without texting me Rora.." Pablo said feeling his breathing become heavy knowing that he is too far away to find out what's going on right this second.

"I'm going back to sleep Pablo!" Aurora hung up and Pablo sighed walking back to the venue where Xavi pulled him to the side.

"You should go back to the hotel chico" the man said and Pablo raised his eyebrows wondering what the hell was going on tonight with everybody.

"Why?" Pablo asked but the man just said it would be best if he finds out on his own so he left with the taxi avoiding the cameras and fans.

"Mr. Gavira?" the receptionist called and Pablo snapped really at the end of his patience.

"Sorry, but you have this left for you..." she said giving Pablo the letter he opened and now really freaked out.

"I saw that you like having fun with blondes around LA. I need to travel and clear my head. Please give me space. -Y/n"

"Mierda!" Pablo curse running to his room hoping to grab his computer and figure out what the hell you were talking about because he haven't even taken a picture with girl fans alone.

"Joder!" he had trouble opening the door when suddenly it opened form the inside you were standing right there with a mischievous smile on you face.

"A..a.mor?" he was in utter shock and you giggled nodding your head and jumping into his arms hugging him tightly and he held you back walking inside the room for some privacy.

"But..but..I got this..and you didn't reply all day..how are you here???" he was so lost and you loved it shutting him up with a kiss and grabbing that letter shredding it to pieces and tossing it to the trashcan.

"Blondes huh?" you smirked and he shook his head catching his breath before grabbing you and tossing you on the bed before hovering above you.

"You know I only like brunnetes princesa..or well my brunnete" he smirked kissing your lips and starting to devour your neck.

"P..Pablo" you moaned and he smirked taking off your clothes hastily like he was afraid if he doesn't that you will just suddenly disappear.

"Slow down amor.." you giggle at his sudden frustration kissing his lips lovingly and helping him take of his clothes.

"Mm I like the outfit cariño..." you smirk when it ended on the floor and he was already resting comfortably between your legs eager to get what he needed since he left home.

"I called you to show you before leaving but you didn't reply nena.." Pablo smirked looking up while kissing down your stomach.

"I was in the plane cariño.." you moaned when he finally started kissing the inside of your thighs getting closer where you desperately needed him.

You two were enjoying your "play time" completely clueless that players started returning form the party slowly and were passing by your hotel room.

"Ahh P..a..ablo" your moans were apparent and the boys smirked winking at each other while snickering.

"Cabrón is definitely having a better party here!" Pedri smirked and the rest chuckled as they each went to their separate rooms.

The next morning, you were exhausted and Pablo had an early morning meeting he went to with a bright smile on his face.

"Hola chicos!" he said sitting besides Ansu and Ferran who were smirking at each other.

"How are you Gavi??" Ferran asked and Pablo gave him a confused look.

"Better yet how is your girl after last night..you're a beast Gavira!" Pedri jumped in and everyone laughed while Pablo blushed bright red that they heard it.

"Um..she..she is sleeping..but I will bring her some breakfast when this ends" Pablo said feeling so shy at the moment but internally gloating with pride of course.

"Yeah you better and don't forget the flowers!" Rapha said and Pablo just nodded with red cheeks running to grab a ball and train on his own just to avoid more teasing.

you: read your note cariño. when will you be back? i miss you <3

pablitoo: just finished the training and bringing you some breakfast princesa <3

"Are we done until the evening míster??" Pablo asked Xavi

"Yes, we are but Pablo remember the rule I have day before the games?" Xavi smirked and now Pablo was very embarrassed that the man heard about it too.

"Mm yes sir" Pablo answered and Xavi tapped his shoulder.

"There is a nice Mediterranean restaurant you can take your girl today" Xavi winked and Pablo nodded his head taking the name before heading to the hotel.

He came back smirking when he saw that you were still in bed..very much naked. Sunlight was caressing your soft skin and you never looked more beautiful to Pablo.

"Here is some breakfast amor" he sat down the plate he ordered downstairs with some french toast, eggs, and lots of different kinds of fruit.

"This is so much Pablo.." you were in awe at how beautiful this looked taking a phone out and wanting to take a picture with him in it of course.

"Nothing is too much for you princesa.." he leans in and kisses your lips before you both start snacking on some fruits.

You went to walk around LA together for the rest of the day enjoying being together again. You found a secluded area on the nearby beach where you sat on the towel and cuddled up together.

"Do you know that they heard us amor??" Pablo said while you were eating some ice cream looking up at his slightly pink face.

"Who??" you said feeling your own face heat up..yeah, you were kinda loud last night but you couldn't help it form the way Pablo was making you feel.

"Um..most of them" he said and you hid your face into his neck in embarrassment.

"But it's fine. I really don't care. Now they know you're all mine" he smirked and you hit his shoulder telling him that you must be quiet form now on.

"Don't get any ideas tonight princesa..the game is tomorrow and you know Xavi's rule" he smirked and you rolled your eyes finishing the rest of your ice cream.

"We'll see who will start having those ideas first Gavira.." you passed him winking and he started chasing you on the beach and when he caught you and tossed you over his shoulder he said "thank you for coming amor! I can't want for you to see me play tomorrow"

He put you down and you snaked your arms around his neck going on your tip toes to kiss his lips lovingly.

"I'm so proud of you cariño..te amo" you said into his lips and he smiled.

"Yo te amo mucho princesa" he said grabbing your face and pulling you into another kiss.

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arinbelle · 10 months

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A/N: Happy Cassian Appreciation Week! It has been so long since I’ve posted anything and this fic sort of came to me unexpectedly. I really miss Nessian and I super, super miss the concept of them in Illyria with Nesta going with Cassian after ACOFAS. I guess this is an AU to ACOSF, and it’s a little angsty, a little smutty, and a lot of Nessian, which of course I love and live for.

Thank you @cassianappreciationweek for putting this amazing week together. I’m so excited!!!

~*~

Nesta was curled up on the couch, a cup of tea steaming besides her and a thick novel held in her hands which she promptly laid down once she saw him.

She didn’t say hello, or ask how he was, not that he expected her to. And apart from a quick nod of acknowledgement on her part and a grunt from him, that was it for them.

Cassian was tired. Bone-deep tired and he worried he may not have the energy to speak for the rest of the week, let alone do anything else. The rain he’d been caught in on the way home hadn’t helped his mood either. And definitely not as he’d trudged upstairs and peeled off the sodden clothes and leather that stuck to him like glue.

But a quick, heated bath restored some of his energy and he made his way back down to Nesta, still on the couch, and still reading as he towel-dried his hair.

“Good book?”

A hum. Yes.

“Did you eat?”

Another hum. Lower. It could be yes or no, he’d learned.

“Come eat with me.”

A click of her tongue. He was interrupting her reading and it was his cue to stop bothering her. So he did.

He made his way to their small kitchen, following the smell of freshly warmed up food. He opened up the pots on the stove, taking in the rice, lentils and chicken. The smell was heavenly and after surviving on stale bread and hard cheese for the past week, he was relieved to eat a hot meal that required a plate and cooking.

Nesta didn’t move away when he joined her on the empty side of the couch, nor did she prompt him to eat somewhere else. Not that there was anywhere else to go eat. It was either down here with her, or upstairs shut away in his bedroom.

He opted for company, however silent it may be.

“It’s good.” He said after getting a second serving for himself.

“Emerie’s recipe.” She flipped the page, eyes never once wavering from scanning the lines in front of her.

He finished the remainder of the meal quietly, peeking glances to the female across him, not even two feet away, every so often. She’d opted for a loose knot at the back of her head, as opposed to the tight coronet braid it was usually in. And the nightgown she had on covered her from shoulders to toes.

Last he’d seen her, the week before, she’d looked much different. Her hair had been loose, falling down her back in silky ripples. He’d wrapped his hand around the length of it once, twice, until he’d had enough to tug her head gently backwards and meet him for a kiss. His hips had snapped into her own, pounding deeper and deeper and she’d pulled away with a moan, burying her head into the pillows as he tightened his grip on her hips. The thin scrap of lace that she’d come to him wearing, a barely there nightgown, was sitting discarded besides him on the floor besides the couch. He had been too close and he would have pushed her over the edge soon enough had there not been a sharp rap on the door a few feet from them.

Nesta had quieted immediately while Cassian had stopped altogether. The knock had come again a few moments later and Cassian had flipped her over onto her back while yelling out at whoever was at the door.

A message had come from a northern kingdom in the mountains that he was needed for some sort of emergency. Cassian had discussed the details for a few minutes more while continuing to fuck Nesta slowly, covering just her mouth as she came hard around him, back arched and eyes rolling back in her head.

It wasn’t until the messenger told him goodbye and that he’d be waiting at the training barracks for him that Cassian had properly extricated himself from Nesta, and propped himself into a sitting position on the couch.

Nesta was still catching her breath besides him and the swift peek he’d gotten between her slightly spread legs, of her swollen sex, had almost tempted him to taste her one last time before he had to be off. Almost, because before he could do anything, Nesta had reached down and dressed herself in that damned gown again.

Before he could rise as well, and cool down to get rid of his hardness, Nesta had gotten on her knees between his open legs, sucking him down her throat. It hadn’t taken him very long to explode in her mouth, his hands holding her hair back while he fucked it with a frenzy. She’d taken every thrust, and swallowed his release while continuing to work her mouth around him.

Her eyes had looked up at him wickedly as her tongue had chased him from the side of pleasure to overstimulation and he had twitched against her hold.

They hadn’t shared a goodbye but Nesta had kissed him swiftly, brutally, with the taste of himself still on her tongue before walking away.

“What?,” she snapped, pulling him from his lewd thoughts.

“Nothing,” he said, scraping his dish clean. He picked up the bag he’d brought with him and made his way to the kitchen to clean up.

It was only after he’d washed his dishes and placed the leftover food in the icebox did he call out to Nesta to join him. She hadn’t moved right away but after a few breaths he’d heard a shuffle, the closing of a book and she’d soon appeared in the kitchen doorway.

“What?” Clipped. And a hint of annoyance if he’d read the rest of her posture correctly.

“Aren’t you charming? Is the book getting good? Did I interrupt an upcoming smut scene?”

He opened the white box’s packaging and Nesta took a seat opposite him from the center island.

“It already happened. They were going at it again.”

“How refreshing,” he chuckled with a wink. Nesta rolled her eyes.

“So I know how you are about your chocolate cake, but you have to try this one. I picked it up from a bakery up north and trust me, you’ve never had anything like it before.” He placed a generous slide onto the cake plate and pushed it towards her, handing her the fork she always favored.

Nesta didn’t eat it. She only surveyed the white cream and strawberry jam in between the large cake layers with barely concealed disdain. Strange. To his knowledge, she liked strawberries fine enough. And cake was always a welcome dessert for her.

“Where is it from?”

“Erm, Miyola. It’s a small town between these two hills in the northern Steppes. I know the baker there. I haven't had a chance to go in a while but I was nearby for the work I was doing with that Illyrian king, so I decided to drop by on the way home.”

She picked up her fork, spearing the center of the cake, but still not eating it.

“This baker is your…friend.”

She stated it but Cassian heard the question in her voice.

“Yes,” he answered, confused. A sort of friend that he’d known for a couple decades. Nothing like Azriel or Rhys, which were more family than friends at this point. But still, a good friend who made great pastries. And always gave him some extra for free when he left.

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Just friends? It’s a very nice cake.”

“Yes,” he answered again, irritation beginning to spike in him. Gods but he was tired.

Nesta reached down to her lap before procuring a small piece of paper, all but throwing it at him.

“It fell from your bag when you came home.”

Cassian read it in silence, quickly realizing what Nesta was probably thinking.

“It’s not…”

“She doesn’t seem to be very set on being just friends, don’t you think?”

Nesta’s glare was murderous.

Layla, the baker he’d met a century ago had been a fun, heated tryst that had quickly fizzled out. Or so he’d thought. And when he had dropped by this past week, his thoughts of their past nights had been a fleeting memory. Perhaps he should have explained the cake was for Nesta, his…

Well she wasn't really his anything. Not between them or amongst the rest of the world. She’d made that much clear the first time they’d slept together. A very formidable line had been drawn, by her, making it known to him that it was just sex. Just for fun. And only while she was staying with him in Illyria. That it had nothing to do with romance, or care, or anything outside of base lust and desire. Which he could understand if it was any other female besides Nesta. If it had been any other female, he would have gladly accepted the agreement, and while he still had, a large part of him had felt empty at the thought. That it was all they would ever be. So for her to question this situation, question them when there really wasn’t a them - well it clawed at some already fraying part of him.

“Is that a problem?” He couldn’t help the snap in his words, the teeth he had to keep himself from baring.

If she wanted to play games, he could too. Nesta didn’t expect that and her spine stiffened, practically begging her to fight back. Bite back even. But he knew she wouldn’t answer truthfully. Because to do so would mean admitting that this thing between them was something real, something more than what she was lying to herself about. And the best thing she always did was run from the truth.

“Of course not. Why should I have a problem who you invite to your bed? I was just curious since you said- no, you lied, about who she was.”

“I didn’t-,” Cassian caught himself, taking in a ragged breath. So that’s what they would do tonight. Fight. He was in no mood for it.

“She’s a friend. I didn’t lie about it. And even if she wasn't, why do you care?”

Her spine went ramrod straight and she took in a quick breath, eyes blazing with simmering fury.

“I don’t,” came her strained reply.

Sure.

“So eat the cake.”

She waved her hand, ignoring him. “I don’t care. I don’t control you. I’m not stopping you from whatever you want with her. If you’d like to even bring her here and fuck her, why should I care?” Nesta got up, getting shriller and shriller with each passing word. “I don’t care one bit Cassian. Don’t stop on my account. While you’re at it, why not become reacquainted with all of your old friends? Females just seem to throw themselves at you left and right, don’t they?”

“They do, actually,” Cassian retorted. “I didn’t think you’d give a shit though. You don't about anything else.”

Nesta seemed to startle at his sudden outburst, but she quickly recovered.

“Well how great that’ll be then. You can go to one of them now and stop panting after me.”

“I wasn’t aware you were so miserable,” he deadpanned.

She smirked, crooning. “Males’ egos are truly a thing of wonder. You aren’t doing anything for me that I can’t do for myself with my own hand.”

Cassian laughed darkly. “Let’s not get into all the things I do to you. With my hands or otherwise.”

A faint blush stained her cheeks at that but she didn’t back down. She opened her mouth, readying for her next attack, but Cassian interrupted it.

He tried softer this time. “Don’t be cruel, it doesn't suit you.”

“Doesn’t it?,” she snapped.

Cassian shrugged then. “Jealousy definitely doesn’t. You would know if there were any other females around me in that way. You’d smell it on me.”

She shook her head. “I’m not jealous. I already told you, I don’t-.”

“Yes I got it the first time. You don’t care. Are you done now?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Cassian had to laugh at that. “Are you done, Nesta? Have you had enough?”

Eyes narrowed in contempt, arms crossed over her chest in lovely defiance, she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on.

Cassian took a bite of the cake. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that. And you don’t quit. I’d admire it if I wasn’t so tired. And I’d encourage it if I wasn’t already in a piss poor mood. Gods know I don’t need any excitement for a while.”

She blinked, unmoving, but quiet. So he continued, finishing up his dessert.

“But we do this, don’t we? You pick a fight with something that isn’t really an issue. I say something, you say something worse, I say something back, you get upset. You cry and then I’m the asshole that has to apologize for something you started. Or did I miss something?”

She knew he was right, but Nesta wouldn’t say it. Nesta wouldn’t say a lot of things. So instead he reached across the table, and pushed her plate further towards her.

“Eat the damn cake, Nesta. I brought it for you.”

She did. With just enough contempt that she might have scratched the plate with her fork from her first bite. But she did it. And eventually she had a second slice too, Cassian noted with a small feeling of victory.

“What’s her name?”

Gods save him, not this again.

“Nesta, I don’t-.”

She held up a hand, almost placating him. “I’m not trying to start a fight. I just wanted to know her name.”

Cassian hesitated for a moment. “Layla.”

“Pretty,” she noted quietly, moving the fork around her empty plate.

“Yes,” he murmured, cleaning up, and trying his best not to stare too much at Nesta, in case she spooked and ran from him again.

“Is she? Pretty, I mean.” Nesta’s voice was soft and too fragile for his liking. She wouldn’t look at him as she asked.

“Yes,” he admitted slowly. And she was. He couldn’t deny it. And even if he lied, Nesta would know. She always knew when he lied.

Nesta left then.

He argued with himself the entire way up the stairs and to her door. To talk to her, soothe her worries, and reassure her that there was no one else for him. But to do that would mean acknowledging that there was something here of enough substance where another female might present a problem.

Nesta would never accept that.

Still he knocked, and even though she didn’t and wouldn’t respond, he let himself in.

“New book?”

She didn’t look up once, sprawled out on her stomach, with her feet to the head of the bed.

“Old book. Rereading it.”

At least she spoke to him. He supposed they were no longer in that rough place anymore where he would have to worry about her stoic silence. She rarely iced him out since staying with him. Rarely felt the need to resort to it, even with some of their worst fights. This, he could work with.

He sat down beside her, trying his best, and failing, to keep the peace.

“You’re beautiful,” he finally said after a pregnant pause.

She clicked her tongue. “Is that why you’re here? I don’t need that from you. I’ve been told I had a face fit to marry a king since I was eight. This isn’t news for me.”

Of course it wasn’t. People had to be blind to not know that Nesta was stunning. Becoming Fae had only heightened it to being otherwordly.

“Well, then you should know that just because Layla-.” She clicked her tongue, shutting him up. She didn’t want to talk about this. But he couldn't leave it so cold and open. Especially not when he knew exactly what sorts of thoughts were probably racing in her head.

“Nesta,” he murmured, hoping she’d at least look at him before he threw his heart out in front of her, yet again. She had a habit of stomping the life out of it, but he prayed one last time, that maybe she wouldn’t.

She closed her book then, turning onto her back to look up at him. Her hair fanned out behind her and Cassian couldn’t resist carding through the tresses softly, gently, with so much hesitation it was a wonder he didn’t tremble too.

There was something about Nesta that terrified Cassian. Not the stone cold facade or the cutting words. He could take a hit or two to his ego, and with Nesta, it was more entertaining for him than anything else. But he had faced foes on battlefields for centuries, had killed and maimed without much thought, and never once had he encountered someone like her.

The brute strength and the efficiently cutting violence that he could easily execute with had always helped him as a soldier. As a general. And then as commander. Never had it been a weakness to deter from until he’d met Nesta.

Then, suddenly, all his largeness, all his brash, booming loudness had become dangerous. To her. For her. Gods knew she had the temper and fire inside to match his own, and to meet every shredding, stupid thing he said to her with her own poison. But it wasn’t the same and he knew it.

The fragility that she hid behind a beautiful, almost impenetrable mask scared him. As if he may one day, accidentally, shatter her irreversibly, if he wasn’t careful. So he tried again this time, trying and willing the words to form in the gentlest way possible to deal with this storm of a woman laid out in front of him.

“I don’t know what you want from me. I can’t guard you from reality even though I’d like to. There will always be another Layla if you go looking hard enough. And knowing you, you tend to go looking for heartbreak just so you can swing first.”

Cassian didn’t miss the fact that her storm-grey eyes began to fill with tears, but he had to commend her grit in not letting them fall.

“Is it not enough if I tell you there is no one else? Not now, not for a very long time, and not anytime in the future as long as you wish it.”

She laughed, but it was a hollow, broken sound. “I never asked for your loyalty.”

“You have it anyhow.”

A stray tear leaked out and Cassian’s hand flexed automatically to reach over and wipe it away. He held himself back only for a moment, judging whether or not it would shatter this delicate moment. Another tear leaked out and Cassian gently wiped it off then. Nesta nuzzled against his hand and it took everything in him to not pull her towards him.

“I never asked anything of you,” she whispered into the heart of his palm.

“I know.”

“So why do you keep giving?”

Cassian smoothed her hair, stroking her cheek. “Because I can. Because I want to. I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.”

She froze as he leaned down over her, before softening against him.

“I suppose so,” she whispered against his lips.

Cassian kissed her gently, even though his soul had been wholly consumed by her. Perhaps it would never be enough time in this world for him to show her how much she mattered to him, how much he cared. But for now, this would do.

~*~

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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 2 years

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A Graves x Reader x Ghost Love Triangle

As Shadow Company’s second in command, you’ve seen firsthand the kind of man Graves could be, including the kind of man he wanted to be for you. It was a game you two unknowingly played, one that would surely not end well. A quick distraction meant to tame your busy souls. Warm bodies to lie with. Anything other than that was pure fantasy, though you two couldn’t help dreaming...

Future NSFW 18+, Future Angst, Pre-MW2 Events, Fluff, Flirting, Teasing, First Kiss, Romance, Drama, Build-up, Implied FWB, Make-Out Session, Shadow Company!Reader

WC ~ 2k

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A/N (2024): Made a few minor grammatical fixes and touched up some of the sentences that weren't making sense. Hopefully, this reads a lot stronger now! ^.~

A/N: I have never posted on Tumblr like this before; I’m a grade A lurker. But I’m obsessed with this for whatever reason, so now you’re being subjected to my writing. This is chapter one to a longer story that’ll be posted on AO3. Sorry if the characters feel OOC, I’m trying my best with what we got. Please enjoy! (T^T)>

Phillip Graves was as much of an enigma as the rest of the men in Shadow Company.

He could be many things when asked: Confident and self-assured, charismatic and dependable, disciplined and cutthroat, remorseless … as cold and calculated as a well-trained attack dog, or as warm and inviting as a long-time friend. All these personas existed within the commander, ready to be switched on in a single order. A chameleon, true to his craft. He’s grown accustomed to making himself whoever the world needed him to be. Anything that gets the job done.

There was never any mistaking where Graves' thoughts lie, as more than often he'd just admit to them out loud. He accepts that others believe him to be an open book -- easy to read, with little complexity or depth beyond being a good soldier. Being lighthearted and obedient to the right people has worked wonders for him in the past, so he's mastered this façade and uses it well to his advantage. Proudly too.

But for a man so unafraid to be himself, Graves could be surprisingly secretive.

As his second in command, you've seen firsthand the many personas your commander wore, including ones he's worn for you. Most of his tricks and plays you recognized by now, even as you've yet to understand them. Though as of late you’ve watched these many faces of his waver into something unfamiliar. They chip away slowly, each time you surrender yourself to his needs, taking your place beside him in the black of night, when no one's around to see. There, he's created a new façade, for your eyes only.

One that only made things complicated.

When you first began spending your nights together, it was more of a means to an end. It had been months since either of you had the pleasure of someone else's full attention, and lately, you were starting to notice. Shadow Company had grown more acclaimed and busy this past year, making dating pretty impossible. And after a while, anyone starts to look like a good lay if they're not ugly. Unfortunately, it didn't leave you with many options, until you'd caught the starved eye of your very own commander.

You’d hardly been a part of Shadow Company for a month before you’d picked up on Graves' interest in you. He was surprisingly subtle with his flirting, if not predictable. It was the way his eyes lingered on you in quiet moments, his expression turned soft as his lips curved into a charming smile whenever you'd catch him. He could always spot you in a crowded room, always noticing when you were away for too long. He laughed just a little too hard at your jokes and always looked your way first after sharing one himself.

Before long, you found yourself beginning to watch him back.

It was the little details you noticed first. The small cuts on his face from past firefights, how glossy and full of life his blue eyes looked in direct sunlight. Its rays would make a halo over his dirty blond hair, each strand looking clean enough to run your fingers through. He once caught you looking at him lick his lips, something he did often. When your eyes lifted from his mouth to see your superior officer looking dead at you, it shot a bolt of lightning through you. But you didn't look away, perhaps wanting him to see you looking. Taunting him.

Graves didn't say anything at first when he saw you ogling, but you knew he'd made a mental note of it just from the way he smirked afterward. "See something you like?"

"I see you, Commander," you'd said, hoping your glib nature would cover up the embarrassment you felt from getting caught. But Graves was like a shark in the water, and you'd just given him a taste of your blood.

"I see you too, Songbird."

It seems all he needed was that clue that you were interested in him, because it wasn't soon after this when he decided to make his move.

You and the Commander had just finished prepping your mission brief for the other Shadow Company members. By now it was getting late in the night, as the building you two were in was a small facility only authorized personnel could enter. You occupied one of the empty rooms converted into an office space for all the pencil pushers to work out of. They’d all clocked out for the day though, leaving you two alone; and the tension in the air between you had just reached a boiling point.

You stood up from one of the tables in the room, preparing to slip into your coat and call it a night, until you watched the Commander approach you suddenly. You assumed he was getting ready to leave as well, until you noticed his come-hither nature.

“So, you got any plans tonight?”

And just like that, the game was on. You knew right away where this would go and it had your heart already skipping a beat. But you didn't want to jump to conclusions, nor did you want to rush this either. The thrill of the pursuit provided you with a nice little rush.

Wicked as you were, you began to smile.

“Why?” you ask. “Did you have something in mind?”

“I can think of a few things,” he said, behaving purposefully coy, in hopes of getting a rile out of you. He always did enjoy your banter and had no problem doing a little teasing himself when presented with the opportunity.

“Is that right?” you say flirtatiously. “Will I like those “things”, Commander?”

Graves smirks, raising an eyebrow at your comment. Hearing his title roll from your tongue so provocatively brought a sudden twinkle to his eyes. At this point, he didn’t need to guess where your mind was, which only made him more bold.

He chuckles under his breath, taking a few small steps closer, until he’s only an arm's length away. His next play.

He wasn't the tallest man you met but he still managed to tower over you by a few inches, the light from the room casting a shadow over him. This close you could smell the aftershave and cologne he’d used this morning, watching the way his eyes took in every detail of you, pupils dilating, black over-compassing the deep blue of his irises. He leans against the wall and unconsciously licks his lips again.

It was like a switch flipped in him.

“You will.”

You scoff, laughing under your breath at his boldness. You were wondering when he would be. Still, you wanted to poke at him a little more, see how long you could keep him waiting, if not to see if he was being for real. “Cocky as always.”

“Would you like me some other way then?”

You play on his words from earlier. “I can think of a few ways.”

“And what might those ways be, Songbird?”

"You're a smart boy," you hum. "I think you can figure them out. My lips are sealed, otherwise."

Graves steps even closer. He lifts a hand and pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle and surprisingly warm, gliding against you like feathers, his fingers trailing across your jawline and resting beneath your chin. Goosebumps formed where he touched, and you could tell from the doe-eyed look he had that it was doing something to him too, seeing you like this. He takes his hand beneath your chin and lifts your head, forcing you to lock eyes.

"And if I order you to say them?"

His voice was now much lower than before. Sultry. You could feel it in the air he was ready to come in closer, simply waiting for an opportunity to do so that felt right.

Butterflies shot through you like a thick swarm; you didn’t want to let on that his words had you like putty in his hands, though you feared your little lip quiver may have given it away. You instead look down at his lips again, your gaze sullied. You began thinking of all the ways you could close this space between you two and put an end to the tension. The thrill of it all had your adrenaline spiking in all the right ways, simply waiting to see where things go from this point. "Then I won’t listen," you purr.

"Insubordination is rather punishable," he said.

"So is fraternization."

"I can keep a secret." Graves brought his thumb to your lip, lightly running it across, as his eyes lowered to your mouth. He nearly says in a whisper, "Tell me what you’re thinking."

"Let me show you."

His lips slowly come down to yours, kissing you gently. When you pressed your lips back against his, he exhaled pleasurably, tongue grazing your bottom lip. He moves his hand from your chin and curls it to the back of your neck, holding you in place and continuing to tease you with short, velvety pecks. His lips danced against yours with the skill of a seasoned player, clearly experienced in his craft, but it wasn’t until he felt your hands glide against his hips and tug him closer that his kisses grew insatiable.

His grip on the back of your neck tightened, lips pressing harder against yours, feverishly. When the sudden aggression brings a low moan from you, it only makes him push harder, his other hand grabbing the small of your back and roughly pressing himself against you.

His weight causes you to shift backward until he has your back pressed against a wall. Unknowingly, your arm bumps against a nearby filing cabinet on the way there, knocking over a few papers that now littered the floor. Mere background noise to Graves, who only continues, his arms planted on other sides of the wall around you, as his lips trailed down your neck. His kisses reach your collarbone, the sensitive sensation causing you to gasp out a moan. “Graves!”

Hearing his name be moaned out sends him on a personal mission to hear you say it more. He takes his hands and slowly runs them down your body, feeling every bit of you he can through your uniform, before resting them on your thighs. In one swift motion, he then lifts you, taking your legs and straddling them around his waist, as he keeps your back against the wall. He presses himself to you and breathes heavily, rejoining his mouth with yours.

By now you could feel him through his pants, and you pushed yourself against him in response, the grinding motion bringing quiet moans from both of you. That’s when you two suddenly hear footsteps.

At the drop of a hat, you two freeze, going completely silent. The footsteps come from outside the room -- someone walking by in the hallway. A janitor maybe? God forbid it was anyone in the company. You held your breaths for only about a minute, listening to the steps pass by the room until you couldn’t hear them any longer.

The two of you let out a shared sigh, before looking back at one another. Graves had you still pinned to the wall, your legs tucked in his arms. He can’t help but chuckle.

“This probably ain’t the best place for this, darlin'," he spoke. "As much as I want to keep going."

“I don’t know,” you joke. “I like the vibe. It’s very risqué.”

Graves smiles at you. And then, he pauses for a moment. Suddenly his eyes can’t seem to pick a spot he wants to look at on your face. You see something in him change, gears turning in his mind. Thinking of what he might say to you now. Hiding away his vulnerabilities. It makes your own mind begin to ponder.

“See something you like?” you ask him.

“I see you.”

Graves leaned in and kissed you another time, softly. Like you’d been lovers your whole lives. That’s when you realized how truly dangerous your commander could be; for a minute there, you started daydreaming about what tomorrow could bring you both. You wanted to fall for his pretty words. But then you remembered where you were, and who you were with.

This was a game. A mutual distraction. As things stand, thinking that this could be anything else beyond a good lay was purely a fantasy. You almost just lost yourself in it.

And so it goes.

"Your place or mine?”

...Chapter Two Here!

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SPIDERS AND THREAD

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pairing: racetrack higgins x reader

summary: race has been flaking on dates more and more. you think he’s cheating until he shows up bloody, bruises and in a hero costume, one evening.

warnings: blood, cursing, description of stitching

a/n: ending is a little meh and i couldn’t think of a title. i’ll try to revise it later.

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Race is rushing to your table from the restaurant, tugging on his jacket in a hurry. Your head titled in slight confusion.

“Race…?”

Race snapped his head towards you. The apology written all over his face masking the urgency. “My uh…mom called.” Race explained hurriedly. “She—fell down the stairs and I gotta go to—”

He’s been doing this often, but you shouldn’t throw out accusations. Just be a supportive girlfriend. “Hey, hey—I get it. Make sure she’s okay.” You spoke sympathetically. Your hand on his arm rubbing it comfortingly.

Race gave you a weary smile. He hates leaving you early on dates especially when you look so pretty in your outfit. He felt terribly guilty. You got dolled up for him and he had to go…

“I love you.” Race kissed you quickly and ran out of the restaurant.

Does he though?

You’re sitting at your desk, mindlessly moving the swivel chair side to side. Thoughts running through your head. The events of the day replaying itself out. You were supposed to be studying for your test, but…you can’t help but think about the date.

It’s not the first time Race ended a date early because something important came up. The first time it happened was because Albert was throwing up a lot. Then it was Jack needed him ASAP for a project and so on.

You’ve seen this happen to one of your friends; literally watched the events unfold before you. Your friend’s girlfriend kept canceling dates or leaving earlier because of something that came up. Turns out the girl was hooking up with some other guy behind your friend’s back.

Race wouldn’t do that, right? The sweet, charming guy that brings you little trinkets that remind him of you? No way in hell would Race cheat.

You scoffed just thinking about Race hooking up with another person. So, you rationalized these thoughts, it was late and you were thinking about this too much, overthinking it. Your mind is just making up stuff to keep you awake to study for your exam next week. That’s right.

Suddenly, a quiet creaking from your window grabbed your attention. Your curtains had been closed since you’ve got home from the spoiled date. You grab the nearest blunt object to throw. The dark figure on the other side of the window, slid it open.

A soft groan escaped the figure. It never occurred to you it could be your roommate. Your sleep-deprived, adrenaline filled brain screamed at you, “Robber, thief, murderer, stranger danger—!”

So, you threw your blunt object as soon as you caught sight of a head. A small yelp escaped your lips. You prayed to whoever you wouldn’t die tonight. You haven’t even finished re-watching Superstore yet.

The figure tumbled into your apartment, catching the object without even looking. “Get out, get out, get out!” You shouted and threw one of your textbooks at the person like they were a bug on the walls.

The figure caught it again and quickly put their free hand up. “Hey, hey! I’m not going to hurt ya’!” The figure stated quickly as they saw you holding a second book. “Please, stop throwing things.” You shrunk behind the book you held like a scared child.

“Who—?” You asked nervously. Intricate details of webs on the costume. Red and blue colors. A spider sewn onto the chest. It is a dead give-away. One of their hands was pressed against his abdomen. Blood oozing out, soiling their costume. Holy fuck. Why was Spiderman in your room? How did he even get here? Did he just stumble upon your apartment? Oh god, and he is hurt.

“What—?” Before you can even ask a question, Spiderman tugged off his mask. Soft blonde curls damp with sweat. Blue eyes filled with exhaustion and affliction. A sheepish smile on his lips.

“Suprise.” Race said dryly.

He thought it’d be better for you to know now instead of later and…he doesn’t think he can catch another book.

“Oh my god—Race!” You launch out of your desk chair to the blonde. Panic running through your veins, your hands cupping his face like he’s fragile. Then it clicks, you realize it isn’t anyone’s blood and wounds, it is Race’s. Race is hurt—how can he just…how?

Your boyfriend. The man who can’t stand spiders, especially daddy long legs, is Spiderman. Spiderman. The fucking vigilante swinging around New York. Is this why he ends dates early? Because he is Spiderman?

You don’t want to believe it, but Race is right here in front of you. Your blue-eyed lover subconsciously leaned into your warm touch. “M’okay.” Race mumbled and kissed the palm of your hand. The comfort of your touch distracting him from the pain. “Just…need your help patching up.”

You went into overdrive. The information you learned was overwhelming. How long has he been doing this? How bad are his injuries? Will he be okay? There are so many risks to this. Spiderman? How can he do what he does?

Your hands were too afraid to touch his upper body as you looked over him. “God…oh—how did..? You’re bleeding a lot…and you look so tired and….how bad is—? I don’t know what to do—! Fuck…you’re bleeding a lot. That wound is huge and—”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Race grabbed your attention from your stupor with the nickname. “Calm down. I’ll walk you through everything. Can you help me to the bathroom?”

Your eyes soften, but his words don’t reassure you. “Mhm.” You pressed your lips together, the worry evident in your eyes as you helped Race to the bathroom. He leaned against the counter.

The first aid kit is under the sink. Race is peeling off the top half of his suit. A wince escaped him as the spandex stuck to his large gash. He ripped it away like a bandaid causing you to cringe. There is dried blood, sweat and dust all over his toned body—which you will not admit you stared at a little too long.

“I would’ve done this myself, but—it hurt to swing any more. I mean, it felt like my body was being torn apart.” He softly said, trying to decrease the situation on why he was here in this getup. A soft blush on his face. It is clear he still felt bad about earlier that evening.

Only a man like Race would blush when he has a gaping wound in his side. “I don’t need your excuses—I just need to help patch you up.” Your eyes hardening after you take a shaky exhale.

Questions and thoughts racing (hah.) your mind. Was this convenient or was this pity for earlier? This is kind of ridiculous—you were dating Spiderman. Race is Spiderman. He could’ve told you—said something so you wouldn’t think the worst of the worst. So you could help him from hurting himself further.

“Okay.” Race nodded slowly. He noticed your snappy comments. He masked the worry and guilt. “Douse a rag in rubbing alcohol and—gently clean my wound, please.”

Race walked you through the steps of how to clean a wound. Your boyfriend had bit into a rolled up hand towel to muffle his agony. Tears brimming his eyes at the stinging. Luckily, the bleeding stopped. It looked slightly less gross than it did before, and it was done quickly.

Your annoyance, anger dissipates for a moment. You look at your boyfriend who removed the hand towel from his mouth. “I—I don’t know how to stitch.”

Race nodded, his head glistening with sweat from the enduring the pain. “You know how to sew though. Just—sew.” He mumbled.

“Race…that—that’s not the same, I can’t just—why don’t we go to an actual hospital? They know better than you or I.” You tried to rationalize.

“Can’t.” Race shook his head, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. “I can’t—my blood work and genetics are fucked—please, sweetheart.”

Race begged softly. It seem the blood loss got to him. “I need you to do it. Please. I trust you. Please.”

You grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. “Okay…” You say almost inaudibly. Race brings your hand to his lips, a silent thank you. Just like before, Race has a rag in his mouth. Hand gripping your shoulder. His eyes closed shut as your dominant hand delicately holding a needle. The other was on his side. Race shivered at your touch. “Don’t move to much, okay?”

Race hummed in agreement. You pressed the needle to one end of the wound and punctuate the flesh. Race’s hand gripped your shoulder tightly, muffled sounds of pain escape him. You try to get this done quickly. In and out, through and through.

And pull.

You watch the wound close up together seamlessly. It sealed like a piece of cloth and look up at your tired boyfriend. His head immediately falls on your shoulder. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He whispered and kissed your neck once or twice.

Your eyes soften. You take Race’s face in your hands and bring his head in front of you. Lip quivering now that you finished stitching up your boyfriend. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I—”

“Race, you’re Spiderman—and I didn’t know! You made me think—think that…” Your voice is shaky, overwhelmed with a number of emotions. Race is Spiderman—he could die at any point.“you were cheating—what if you didn’t come back from fighting a villain? I don’t want to go to a funeral. I can’t—not when it’s the love of my life.”

“Oh, Y/N…” Race hugged you tightly despite the pain blooming in his side. “I’m not going anywhere, or dying—god, I wouldn’t even think of cheating on you, y’know that?”

A few moments of silence.

“Help me.” He mumbled and put his arm over your shoulder. The two of you exit the bathroom. Race was doing a little bit better than before, but you still had to support his weight. You both sit on the bed, Race taking your hands.

“I wanted to tell you, more than anything in the world, but—” He paused. “But…I couldn’t let you get hurt or worse for knowing about me.”

His voice cracked slightly. “If—if you got killed because of me…I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I just—and what if you thought I was a freak. I—I can climb of walls for fucks sake and have a sixth sense—” All of the thoughts that kept him up at night spilling out.

“Race—you’re a superhero, shut up.” You stated bluntly. Sometimes Race just needed to hear things as is. You grabbed some joggers he left here and gave it to him. You were no longer anger or afraid, just tired. So tired.

A soft sight escaped you. “You’re tired, I’m tried—this conversation should be for tomorrow.”

Race’s lips parted slightly to retaliate, but a wave of exhaustion hits him. He changed into the grey joggers and got into your bed. You gravitate towards his body heat and bury your head into the crook of his neck. “My boyfriend is a goddamn superhero.” It sounded more in awe. You leaned up to kiss his lips. Race kissed back with a little more passion than intended. Race and you fall asleep in each others arms, knowing—

—at least for tonight, that everything will be okay.

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life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.3

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 4.3k

a/n: hope you all are liking the series so far! 🤎 note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.

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that gentle gesture and soft movements under the sun.. it was loving, protective, and kind.

johnny was quite disappointed because he wanted to approach whoever she was at that party. however, he was called by one of his friends to help him with something. but she was already gone by the time he got back to the balcony. and youngmin was sleeping soundly on the comfortable hammock swing, surrounded by pillows.

he was quite caught up with it that he couldn’t take his mind off on what he saw that day. his thoughts was so preoccupied to the point he didn’t notice that youngmin was starting to heave impatiently, not having his spoonful of rice.

“johnny.” his mom snapped her fingers in front of him, tutting her lips as she took the baby’s spoon from him, feeding the almost crying toddler. “you seem kinda off this very morning.”

johnny blinked his eyes, finally off of his trance that he gave his mom a hum as a response. “sorry, been thinking a lot lately.”

“don’t tell me you’re thinking about minji.” she smirked at him, taking another spoonful to youngmin.

“i-uh, no mom.. not minji. this other girl.” he sat back, fiddling a fork on his scrambled eggs.

“moving on so quickly, huh.” johnny felt a pat on the back from his old man. “it definitely runs in the family.”

his mom giggled at the comment, seeing johnny’s cheek turning pink and she hoped it wasn’t from his good night sleep. “is she pretty?”

johnny stretched, “dunno, couldn’t get a good glimpse at her.” brushing his hair back, “uh, what time is it?”

his dad checked his watch, “five minutes to eight.”

johnny’s eyes largened and quickly ate his breakfast and stood up. he almost forgot that today was the camp for dean’s listers. “i gotta leave, i’m supposed to meeting the guys at the campus in fifteen minutes.” he drank the remains of his juice before kissing the top of youngmin’s head. “see you in five days, my little bud. love you.”

youngmin squealed in baby language as if he was answering him. “bye dada.”

“take care john!” his mom called out, “don’t forget your sunscreen!”

mr. suh chewed on his breakfast, “he finally has some time to be a normal university student, but don’t you think he matured quite a lot?”

mrs. suh continued to feed youngmin, “in a way he very much did. i told him to have a break from time to time, but he just didn’t want to.”

“ever know the reason why?”

“oh dear, i wished we knew.”

the sun was at the start of its brightest shine, slipping in between your curtains and giving you some vitamin d for the day. you inhaled the breezy air as you opened the window.

“it’s a lovely day for camping.” yeri stood beside you, handing you a cup of coffee for a booster. “excited to mingle?”

you cackled and twisted your head side to side, hearing your bones crack was so refreshing. “excited? yeah, i guess i am.” you unlocked your phone seeing a text message from the guy you were suddenly paired up with. “oh a notification from love click.”

“who is it?” yeri jumped curiously, holding your arms and scooted closer to you.

“oya oya. what’s all the fuss in the morning?” yoohyeon came out of the bathroom with a face mask, seeing a notification on your phone. “ah omg! what’s his nickname?”

your heart beated quickly, scrolling to see his profile. “let’s see, dudekuma.. kuma? what does that mean?” both yeri and yoohyeon shrugged, waiting for you to see more of his details. “he’s from our university.. third year.. business major. eh whatever, i’ll go prepare for the camp.”

“ah, y/n, let me help out.” yoohyeon followed you to your bedroom. “there must be more deets about him.”

“it’s been two months since i last got paired, haha this app sucks.”

yeri pressed her lips and sighed, her chance of setting you and johnny up came to a zero before it even started. she wondered if you remembered what happened during her first year at the university.

during her first day, you and johnny both helped her look for her lecture room when others straight up ignored her. and immediately, she took a liking of your pairing because you both were very responsive and aware.

an idea struck her and she shot johnny a text message.

[ yeri ] : “johnny! are you busy?”

[ johnny ] : “kinda, i’m rushing to meet the guys at campus, dean’s camp.”

yeri jumped a little, you and her were going to dean’s camp as well.

[ yeri ] : “oh, then nevermind! see you later!”

[ johnny ] : “cool, see you!”

johnny’s breath was almost out when his friends waved at him as he caught up, giving him little punches and teases because he was late. it was scorching hot to anyone’s liking, but his tank top was showing off his arms and most of the girls in the line couldn’t take their eyes off of him.

“the young dad joins the camp, huh? bingo!”

“think we’d be grouped together for games?”

“ugh i think i might have a chance at him, heard he broke it off with his son’s mom.”

“no way, seriously?”

kun rolled his eyes and diverted johnny’s attention elsewhere, noticing his discomfort and annoyance at the inappropriate comments. “have they got no chill? that’s way over the line.”

“hyung they’re just in heat, literally.” jungwoo shook his head and johnny actually laughed softly at his roommate’s joke. they walked to the coach bus to place their bags and equipments when a high pitched squeal deafened their ears.

“hi guys!!” yeri jumped with a lot of things on her hands and taeyong immediately ran to help her. “you guys made it to the dean’s list! finally.”

taeyong messed up her hair playfully, “what do you mean ‘finally’? we’ve been here since year one. well except jungwoo.”

“hey! well it’s true”.

yeri laughed in joy, placing her things in the compartment, “i’m kidding you dumb dumb! anyway, there’s this person i want you guys to meet, she’s recently added to the list.” she turned to look at you, but you were standing by the vending machine buying some drinks. “ah bummer, i guess we gotta wait until we get in.”

“who is she, yeri?” kun squinted his eyes at you before johnny took the rest of the bags inside the bus.

“y/n, from the early childhood education department. she’s in year three like johnny oppa, taeyong oppa, and you.” she smiled at your walking figure towards them. “such a lovely spirit she is. i was planning to set her up with you-”

kun twitched a little, “huh, me? you know i’m taken-“

“ah not you. where’s johnny?” yeri hummed, “i really think she and john will look good together. i already visually ship them.”

taeyong and kun exchanged looks, “you know johnny is freshly heartbrokened, can’t let them set sail when they’re not on the same boat.”

“gotta make them meet at the port somehow.” yeri pondered and she lit up, “jungwoo, sit next to me for the bus ride, please?”

jungwoo blushed, “ha? i’m not sitting next to you-”

“i heard you’re good in mario kart.” yeri smirked, “but i’m better.”

“why you little-”

the professors called the students to aboard the bus and take off to the campsite. johnny closed the upper compartment, his eyes catching someone having a hard time carrying her extra bags back up.

“need some help with that?” you turned to your left, seeing a guy kind enough to help than others who walked passed by you to get into their seats.

“that’ll be great, thanks.” you smiled, handing him your bag as he placed it on top so easily.

“i’m johnny, i don’t think we’ve met before.” offering his hand for a handshake.

you nodded, reaching your hand out as well, “y/n. nice to meet you.”

johnny looked at you for a while and coughed awkwardly. he didn’t want you to be weirded out because of his prolonged staring. well who wouldn’t be taken back when you were really, really pretty? there was something about you that emitted beauty that he couldn’t seem to explain.

he looked around and discovered most of the seats were taken. his eyes searched for his group of friends, only to see them seated by the back. he also noticed you looking for certain people too while one of the professors gestured for you guys to sit down.

the bus started to move when another guy bumped into you as he was playing around with his friends, making you lose your balance. your cheek touched johnny’s body as he held your arm, supporting you from not falling. your face heated up in embarrassment and fixed your posture.

“hey watch it.” johnny told them off, earning hisses from the guys. he faced you while he pressed his lips and pointed to the vacant seats with his head. “guess we’ll be seatmates for the whole ride, ladies first.”

“thanks.” you smiled, sitting next to the window.

johnny placed his hands in his pockets, why was he feeling jittery when he just met you? he didn’t want to be influenced because of your looks, ‘cause that already had happened with minji.

for the first time, he wanted to know you more. unlike in the past, it was always the ladies who made the first move and his friends would point that out and tease him about it. it wasn’t his fault if girls seemed to take interest in him. he was just winging every single move and went with the flow.

right now, he wanted to make the first move, a conversation would be the best to begin with. he shifted his head to you to do just that, though he found himself in a blur because you were already drifted away into a slumber.

your phone zapped and johnny didn’t mean to look- the bus was running through the tunnel- but the device lit up and showed a notification from an app that somehow made his mood to slightly change: love click.

she uses love click as well, huh?

he mentally sighed, that one chance of getting to know a new face wasn’t going to happen at all. he shook his head and talked to himself: what am i thinking.. it’s not like i’m looking for new love. then his eyes found its way back to you if he could help it, somehow he felt peaceful just staring at you.

he decided that this time, he’d start out as friends and see what the outcome would be, unlike before.

the camp location differed than the years that came before; it was larger in scale and had more activities. whilst everyone dispersed to their respective boys’ and girls’ cabins, johnny’s eyes was stuck as glue to your figure, busy talking to yeri.

“saw you two having a little chat back at the bus.” taeyong nudged the guy, seeing johnny flinch a little after realising that he had been staring at you for too long. “what do you think of her?”

“hmm, other than really pretty, she seems tired. well, her eyes speaks a lot. she slept most of the ride-” stopping mid-sentence when taeyong just smiled at him. “what?”

“nothing.” taeyong placed his locked fingers at the back of his head, holding in a chuckle because he noticed johnny all aloof, avoiding the topic he tried so hard not to fall into. “no harm in befriending someone. at least now you get to be friends first, not just jumping straight right into it.” referring to the boy’s previous relationship with minji.

johnny grunted as he lifted two of his bags; one duffel bag rested on his shoulder, and the other luggage in his free hand. he shook his head at taeyong, a prominent side smirk showing, “i guess i could give it a try, would that shut you up?”

“maybe.. i just have a good feeling towards y/n.”

the birds chirped just outside the cabin’s window, yeri stretched her legs as soon as her body met with the sheets of the bed, “ah, this bed makes me miss my actual one.”

you stifled a laugh, “did someone make you cranky on the way here?” knowing her too well, she was the type to show her feelings out in the open.

“jungwoo.” she placed her knuckles towards her eyes, rubbing them, “he defeated me in mario kart.. jerk.”

“ah come on, it can’t be that difficult.” you said, turning the device on, “let me know the rules, maybe i can be good at it.”

yeri feigned a gasp, “you haven’t played a game console befo- ah, nevermind.”

“it’s fine, yeri. now you know there are some people who has been living under a rock. let’s go for food before the orientation?” you dusted your leggings as you made your way out.

the unexpected dark humour caught her off guard, slapping her own mouth for not being careful enough. “aish, yeri you blabbermouth.”

you, yeri, and the rest of the dean’s listers walked towards the ampitheatre, and if you could count, there were about a hundred students- or more, in the dean’s list this year. among these hundred people, johnny could immediately spot you in your light purple top, outstanding the rest of people who wore other types of purple and he couldn’t help but be flustered at the sight of you even though you were just like a meter apart.

his ears perked up when several guys behind him were checking you out. “who’s the new girl? she’s hot.”

johnny unknowingly stood next to you after seeing your slight discomfort. you bowed in a quick thanks for his immediate response, but wondered why he reacted so quickly in a crowded space.

“i ship them.” taeyong mouthed, crossing his arms while kun and jungwoo nodded.

“me too.” yeri mouthed back then sighed, “but this pretty friend of mine is inexperienced.”

kun hummed, “well they could take it slow if they’re both open to it.”

johnny stared at your side profile, you radiated a glow he can’t seem to figure. a gentle aura yet mysterious, in which he wanted to know you more.

he wished for the same, for you to want to know him. but how on earth could he bring up youngmin? would that push you away?

he was about to ask you something but then you took your phone out to take a photo. you expected to snap a memory of the bluest skies with clouds that gave you peace, only to be startled that the front camera greeted you instead. johnny chuckled at your startled face and you didn’t even miss his upper cheek dimples appearing prominently, clearly making a little fun at your flinching towards yourself.

“you didn’t see that, okay?” you said as you switched the camera back to the front view, ears heating up and yet snickering at yourself out of embarrassment.

“too bad, i already saw it.” he licked his lips, still finding himself staring at you. “but i’ll keep it to myself.”

you finally looked at him and now he was the one who flinched, “i’ll take your word for it.”

yeri, taeyong, jungwoo, and kun all high-fived each other after witnessing the short exchange you and johnny had. “my ship is sailing!! think they’ll buy each other tickets?”

kun just ruffled yeri’s hair, “let them walk around the port first.”

teachers and counsellors sounded the alarm for the start of the camp. this camp was more on team building and social connection. though this year, all students were divided into five teams and will compete through courses of fun and physical games.

“alright, here we have ballots. each of you will pick a colour from the box from five teachers including myself.” mr. kim from biology called out. “five teams will have a leader, an alumni from last year. teams are based on the colours of our school logo: crimson commanders, aquamarine archers, magenta muskeeters, prussian pirates, and saffron soldiers.”

johnny hoped to be in the same team as you, but it was too soon to hope because it may backfire on him. as everyone lined up to the ballot boxes, he still kept stealing glances to wherever you were. he mentally slapped himself for being creepy and his friends were just earning a lot of funny get-go’s to tease the boy after all is done.

“yeri which team are you in?” you asked, quite excited to know the reveal. yeri just hushed you sneakily and gestured you to go where the guys were. “oh we’re revealing it together?”

“yup, it’ll be more fun.” she jumped and skipped over, holding the coloured paper in her hands. “guys! wanna do a simultaneous reveal?”

jungwoo shouted out loud in agreement, “ahh obviously, on three!”

the rest of you showed your papers, only to be disappointment because, yeri was sorted into magenta, taeyong in aquamarine, jungwoo in saffron, kun and johnny in prussian, and you in crimson.

“aw man i thought i’ll be teamed up with you, y/n.” yeri pouted. “anyway-“

“y/n, right?” you turned to the person who called your name, a pale skinned guy with doe eyes and long lashes. buffed up in his red shirt, his muscles screamed as if they wanted out. “i’m choi seungcheol from business department, year three. we share the same minors.”

you just blinked, he was quite attractive. he was in the same minors as you? no wonder he looked very familiar.

“i don’t mean to eavesdrop or be a party crasher but i just saw you with a crimson paper so i thought to drop by and say hi.” he smiled, his doe eyes still staring at you and to be honest, you couldn’t even look away.

you stared at the group you were with and back at this choi seungcheol, “um yeah, i do have the crimson paper so obviously we’re teammates.”

“cool, then let’s go group with the others.” he sparked up in joy before turning around, you pulled a face, wanting to chuckle as you looked back to yeri and the guys.

“i guess that’s my cue.” you clapped and laughed, “may the best team win?” putting on a salute gesture before leaving them to join seungcheol and the other twenty three people.

johnny and the others just nodded and mirrored your action. kun let out a two toned giggle, “she’s actually really cute, huh, right johnny?”

the tall guy just rolled his eyes and shook his head, “let’s go okay?”

the games in the past four days were mostly physical than critical thinking. and it seemed that you’ve gotten closer to the guys that yeri knew from her high school. so just to name a few, games included paintball, obstacle course, treasure hunt snorkelling, and at the moment, the final game: dodgeball. somehow you wished you sat out for this one because the activities were starting to get to you.

mostly because you were distracted at this game, and the distraction consisted of meaty calves, sleveless upper body with six pack abs, buff arms, refined biceps and triceps, sharp jawline, honey brown eyes, and luscious lips.

to put it simple, johnny suh.

you sighed to yourself that you even allowed yourself to be attentive to him in the past few days. well, because he stood out so much, at least to you. he was someone who unexpectedly got your attention to how sporty and a team player he was.

funny how you didn’t even know such a guy existed at the university. he was one of a kind.

even though you both did talk during the past few days he was still a bit far fetched, like a celebrity made to be intimidated with. and mostly because you were grouped with them together with yeri during breaks, a single conversation with just him was almost impossible.

so in front of you he stood, like a statue sculpted to perfection you were staring at him as if you were in the museum. you were probably so into him at this point that you disregarded calls of your name in the distance when reality finally hit you in the form of a ball.

you shook out of it and the whistle beeped. no one expected you to be out because if anything, you were one of few people to actually play really well in the previous games. so you just laughed it off to hide the fact you were distracted because of johnny.

you sat by the bleachers with taeyong who called for you to sit next to him. “y/n, over here!”

“hey.” you sat beside him, drinking a bottle of water while he handed you a clean towel. “that was my out, by the way. i’ve been put into the frontliners by seungcheol in almost all of the games.”

taeyong just chuckled, “you sure? ‘cause from where i’m sitting, you just looked distracted.”

you coughed from your bottle, crap did he figure you out? “i- i wasn’t.” your flustered face made him want to laugh but he didnt want to embarrass you.

“okay, i believe you.” he said as he gave you a soft punch on the arm. then he decided to try again to confirm if his hunch was right. “johnny’s still in it, you think he’d be out any time soon?”

you looked at the opposing team, “a big guy like johnny? not a chance. he could be the last one standing-” as soon as you finished you sentence, johnny got hit on the chest by seungcheol. “i stand corrected.”

a bunch of ‘aw’s’ and ‘oh’s’ heard when johnny exited the court and seated next to you. “prussian pirate got hit by a cannon.” you teased, giving him a bottle of water.

“my ship’s still standing though.” he gave you a smile, drinking from the bottle and gosh you wished you looked away earlier because his arms just flexed, and.. veins... “unlike the commander who got out first so early in the game.”

you shook you head and playfully rolled your eyes, “i was tired. good enough for a reason.”

taeyong stifled a laugh, not believing any of that, his hunch was right. “really y/n-”

“a-anyway i gotta go hit the showers ‘cause i’m sweaty and i need to start packing since we’re leaving tomorrow. bye guys.” taeyong chuckled hearing you say that in one go as you left, leaving johnny blinking in confusion and awe because in no way were you sweaty since you didn’t even play today.

“she’s really is something.” kun sat back down after being beaten, noticing johnny’s staring at your already far figure heading to the cabins. “it was intentional, right? you actually wanted to be hit by the ball, that’s why you were off the team even though you’re the ace.”

maybe, maybe not. johnny didn’t know how he felt, was it because he was desperate to have a romantic companion? it had only been three months when he broke up with mj and no word from her since. not that he expected anything but was it a reminder that maybe he could finally open his heart to someone new?

was he ready though? was he ready to open his heart to a new relationship? the thought of you made him so certain that you could be the one, the one who could mend his heart. but then again he was hesitant because really, he only knew you for five days.

even though those five days were already proof that he might’ve fallen for you, it was a reality check for him. how could he ask you to join his little bandwagon outside of this camp? it may not be the right path to start something new, because what would you actually think of him? what of youngmin?

although his team was celebrating for winning the most points and were awarded tickets to a carnival a week from now, he remained quiet until the end of the camp. he was still so lost in his thoughts that it made kun slightly worry because johnny was a type of person who keeps things to himself.

as everyone waited for departure just outside the coach buses, he spotted you talking with seungcheol. seemed like you both were hitting it off or just making a simple, friendly conversation.

“ah i forgot to ask for her number.” johnny mumbled to himself.

yeri stood by, for she knew how johnny was aware of your existence in the past few days and that he might’ve had his heart beating for you. although she wanted to set you guys up at the port so that her ship could sail.. “seems like there’s a detour before the journey.” she told herself.

taeyong, being the observer that he is, put his elbow on yeri, “you noticed it too?” he asked her, “i got no worries though.”

“what do you mean?”

“y/n was acting funny yesterday at the dodgeball games. if i’m correct about her then trust me that we’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“you mean.. there’s a chance that she might like johnny?” yeri’s eyes lit up. “oh my gosh!”

“can’t jump to conclusions, that’s why i said we don’t need to worry.” taeyong ruffled her hair then jumped a little when she shrieked. “what?”

“agh no we have the right to worry!!” she facepalmed herself then bit her fingernail. “choi seungcheol.. wait..”

“uh yeri?”

she wasn’t sure if she should say but she had no one else to tell about her rising worry. “y/n has love click, alright? before we came here she and yoohyeon unnie were talking about how she got a notification and read out the details of the guy she was matched with.”

taeyong already joined the dots. this was going to be a challenge. “let me guess, he’s from our university, business major, year three?”

yeri pouted, “yes, i can’t believe i just remembered now but choi seungcheol ticked all of those boxes. ”

“well damn.”

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