#I wanted to keep it under 1k so sorry if it reads as rushed!

[glaivenoct]

May I request NyxNoct with — “you’re the only one i want.”?

The outburst stops Nyx in his tracks. He turns back to face the anxious, frustrated Prince standing veiled from the moonlight beneath the garden's cherry blossom tree. Nyx's own curious gaze appears to make Noctis lose confidence in his own words as he presses his lips together and frowns. His attention falls down to the grass and he starts to fiddle with the straps of his royal raiment that overlay his waist.

Surely should they stay here any longer, the guests at the ball will start to question where the Prince is. Nyx can't deny him the chance to speak his mind, though. No matter how much he started to question what he and Noct were starting to become, he can't say no to that face.

"I..." Noctis looks up at him again. "I know we said we were going to keep it casual. No strings and all that. "

"Think we miscalculated a little on both those fronts, Noct."

What was supposed to be nothing more than a mutual friends with benefits agreement turned into more than Nyx could've imagined.

No strings. Casual. That's funny. Nyx wouldn't have felt as much of an envious fire in his belly tonight if they were just casual. The amount of people that approached Noct tonight to ask for his hand in a dance, making clear advances and pitches of themselves. It's been one of the more infuriating posts Nyx has been assigned.

It got him thinking, though. Thinking of all those other times in his life he was told to know his place. Even as a revered member of the Kingsglaive, he'd lost count at how many times Crownsguard members would taunt him on gate watch with those words. Or how many times the very citizens he fought to protect out in the battlefield would glance at him, subtle or unsubtle, with the same sentiment. Hell, even Drautos said those words to him once or twice.

All his life, Nyx apparently reached for things beyond his station. To fall hard for the Prince of Lucis is no exception.

Who is he to be jealous? Who is he to think he deserves a shot with someone like Noctis in the first place? Who is he to match up to anyone else that asked Noct to dance tonight?

He is no one. Though, the way Noctis looks at him now, hopeful and yearning, makes him second guess.

"I don't regret any of it." Noctis mutters under his breath, moving from underneath the tree to close the distance between them. "You know all I've been thinking about tonight is you? Every time someone comes up to ask for a dance or shoot their shot with Prince Noctis... all I can think about is how they're not you."

"You could have anyone in the world, Noct." Nyx says with the subtle shake of his head and a disbelieving look on his face. "Anyone in the palm of your hand."

Noctis scoffs and takes one more step until the tip of his dress shoes and Nyx's boots are toe to toe.

"You know for a smug asshole, you could do with thinking a little higher of yourself. You ever consider that maybe I'm already in the palm of yours?"

Nyx blinks, hardly able to think much further on it as he lets Noctis tug him down by the chain on his uniform. All he can think about is that consuming spark inside when their lips crash, Nyx can't help but cup Noct's face in his hands. His thumb caresses along the smooth edge of his jaw as Noct tilts his head, pulling away briefly only to steal a deeper kiss.

Who was Nyx to think, even for a moment, that he could resist this? That he could go on in life without ever feeling Noctis' stunned exhale on his own lips when they next part. Those bright, starry eyes searching his for an anchoring. A soft hand seeking his.

"Thought I was supposed to be the sweet talker here," Nyx says breathlessly.

"Gotta keep you on your toes sometimes, Hero." Noctis grins. "So I was thinking... if you feel the same way I do... might I have this next dance?"

"Here?" Nyx raises a brow, glancing around to the pristine kept flower beds and bushes, the grass littered with cherry blossom petals. "Where there's no music?"

Save for the chirp of crickets, the perpetual hoos and hoots of the nocturnal birds, and the distant croak of frogs from the nearby ponds. Besides all that, there's no eyes either. Not a soul to pluck Noctis right from his arms and attempt sweep him off his feet.

"Since when do you play by the rules?"

"Only when I feel like it," Nyx smirks and concedes to his point. Truthfully, this is what he's wanted all night. "I'm starting to think there's not a thing about us that plays by the rules."

"As long as you're okay with that..."

"More than okay." Nyx places his free hand on Noct's waist and lifts their joined hands. "Dance with me, little king."

#nyxnoct asks #author entries: fics #thank you for sending!! #I wanted to keep it under 1k so sorry if it reads as rushed! #as you can see brina has A Thing for indulging in the title/class difference doubts in early secret relationship NyxNoct

[bahrtofane]

here we go again - pt.1

pt. 2 , pt.3

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again.

word count : 1K+

watch it : mild fluff, heavy on the angst, situationships, toxic relationships, Jude is kinda an ass in this one sorry, not very happy ending

happy valentines day LOL

—--

you and Jude have a complex history, complex relationship. 

you aren't officially together but at the same time you are exclusive. it's odd, but it's what works at the moment, (even if you wish he would just grow the balls to make you his already.)

you get he's a busy guy, top player both club and international. you aren't going to force him to choose you or make him get with you while his career is soon about to peak. 

your wishes for more soon fade into the background as he presses gentle kisses into your skin. he called you a few hours prior, wondering if you wanted to keep him company while he binges movies and orders you a pizza. you said yes, maybe a little foolishly. but it's hard to stay away from him. 

he's addicting. maybe it's a rush of being with someone whose whole existence is so grand. maybe it's the fact of knowing you have what millions of others crave for. you don't know, you try not to read into the intricacies. bad habit. 

so here you are, face pressed up against his chest while you lay side by side on this stupidly large couch, action movie playing, your pizza done, belly full and body warm. 

"what are you thinking about love?" he mumbles. 

"you." you shrug.

"me ?" he chuckles. 

you hum, wiggling deeper into the pile of blankets. 

"i've been thinking about you. and us." he confesses, almost shy. the movie playing in front of you has long fizzled out of your attention. 

hey might as well rip the band aid off. 

"me too," you hum, "why aren't we official again?"

you feel him sigh dramatically, "because my career."

you squint. there goes the same lousy explanation. "you could put more i don't know, thought into us."

he shifts under the blankets , "valentine's day is coming up. dont worry love i have it all planned out." he assures you. 

"oh yeah ?" you tease

"just you wait, the best valentine's day ever." he kisses the top of your head soundly.

—--

worst fucking valenties day of your life. you don't remember being more livid a day in your life. you cant remember the last time so much pure rage burned through you, hot enough to hurt. you didn't think it was humanly possible to clench your fist so tight youve dug into your palm hard enough to draw blood. 

your head hurts, your legs hurt, you think your arm is starting to bruise from where you were shoved into a table on "accident" but what would Jude know. he was so busy taking pictures with models and laughing at corny jokes while you kept yourself company. texting and calling didnt work and he didn't even try to give you any attention the whole night, you can't keep doing this with him. 

"you can't just run off-" Jude shouts from somewhere behind you. 

"or what Jude. or fucking what." you seeth, not bothering to face him, storming out into the night. 

It's your fault for trusting him all those nights ago. your fault for falling for the same shit over and over. 

he sprints to catch up to you, "i don't know why you're being like this."

you stop dead in your tracks, "oh i don't know, let's think. you didn't tell me your escorts would be there. and to top it all fucking off they have to nerve to be on my ass the whole night, not letting me get anywhere near you even through we walked in together?"

he doesn't respond and you half the mind not to punch the shit out of him, walking further away from the club you just came from, heels clanking against the sidewalk so hard it hurts, pulling on your dress so you dont trip and fall. maybe you should let it go so you can fall flat on your face. that would be a better ending to the night than seeing his face. silly stupid you thinking this would work. 

"happy fucking valentines day huh Jude. you take me to a damn club, you ignore me the whole night, and you spend all your time surrounded by other women who might as well just suck you off right then and there." you yell, hell if anyone hears. you want them too, you want him to be as humiliated as you feel. 

Bellinghams date thrown away the moment you step inside, ignored and tossed for some common whores. oh you can't wait to see where your face ends up online after tonight. you can see the headlines now. 

he grabs your arm, making you face him, "love listen-"

"no, you dont get to fucking do that anymore. you cant keep sweet talking your way out of things when you fuck up. why can't you just pretend to care" your voice shakes, you can feel tears brimming in your eyes.

"i'm not trying to talk my way out of it, i'm trying to explain." he tries.

you yank your arm out of his grip, "i'm not listening anymore, im done. all i asked was one day for us, just valentines day to make things work. and you showed me you dont care enough for that." 

"please, let me fix this." he pleads.

"its too late."

"i wanted things to work so fucking bad, and you humiliated me Jude. i imagined a nice dinner, hell i would have settled for take out and a few kisses. that's how bad i want things to work, that's how bad i wanted you." you tremble. 

"please my darling. let's talk about this. come back inside and i'll show everyone that you are mine," he holds a hand out to you, waiting. silently pleading with each breath he takes. 

the street lights dance across his skin as for a moment you almost believe him. for a moment you think about stepping back inside with him. you can't do that to yourself, not again. 

"no, iim done. don't follow me, don't call me dont text nothing. i want nothing more to do with you." your firm, final. swallowing the lump that builds in your throat, youd be damned if he sees you cry after this fucking shit show.

he stops in his tracks at this, not bothering to try and stop you. 

it hurts more than it should to leave him behind you, but you honest to god can not keep up with his lifestyle. 

all those articles and rumors were right you suppose, he's an arrogant stuck up bastard with too much money to know what to do with, too cocky for his own good and destroys anything good that comes his way. you hope he's happy without you. 

#jude x you #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader #jude x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot #footballer angst #jude bellingham angst #footballer x reader #footballer fic #footballer one shot #footballer imagine #footballer x y/n #footballer x you

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

So I just read lunch (no) date and loved it! Would you ever add on to it? Maybe Foggy being a friend to the reader and confronting Matt anyway? I would love to see Matt’s excuse for this.

thank you so much, I had a fair few requests for a continuation, so I just had to do it. so glad you liked it💌

lunch [no] date // part 2 (matt x f reader)

wc || <1k

warnings || none

< PART 1 <

masterlist + rules

taglist

Foggy & Matt's pov:

Foggy was pacing around the office feeling antsy waiting for Matt to come back. The doorknob twists and he rushes towards the door. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He immediately lets out, as if that was the exact thought that had been racing around his brain.

“Uh- tell you what?” Matt asks while taking off his coat, handing it on the rack.

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know.” Foggy says frustratedly.

“I really don’t know… I was down at the police station talking to a client, is that what you mean?” Matt says shorty, resting his hands on his hips.

“No, you dick.” Foggy slightly grunts, tapping Matt on the shoulder. “You have a girlfriend? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Matt sighs, “wait- how do you know? Was she here? … Because I can smell her, but I just thought that it was from my coat.”

“Yes, she was here, she left about twenty minutes ago.” Foggy says simply.

“Well, what else did she say?” Matt asks sounding a bit worried.

“You need to talk to her, she’s probably devastated… how could you not tell me?” Foggy painfully smiles. “She’s a good one, you can’t ruin this Matt, go and talk to her.”

“Okay, alright.” He sighs walking into his office, forcefully shutting the door behind him and slumping into his chair.

Your pov:

Sitting in the middle of a boring meeting, your brain keeps you alert by making you remember what had just happened. Is he embarrassed by me? Does he even like me?

Feeling your phone vibrate, subtly pulling it out to look at it under the table. Seeing Matt’s name light up the screen. Yeah, I don’t think so. Deciding to turn it off, so you don’t get yelled at because of the incessant ringing.

Finally finishing work for the day, making your way home you turn your phone on to see a flood of missed texts and calls from Matt, some from Foggy too.

Skim reading a couple of the notifications, momentarily holding the phone under your chin as you opened the main door to your apartment building. Lugging up the stairs to see Matt patiently leaning against your door.

“Angel, hey!” He sweetly coos, slowly walking over to you.

“Hi.” You say shortly.

“I know you’re probably very upset right now, but please can we talk?” He says softly, moving out of the way of the door so you could unlock it.

“Uh- okay, yeah fine. Come in.” Trying to debate whether you’re ready to listen yet.

“Okay so, firstly, I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier- I had to meet someone down at the station… And I’m so, so sorry for not telling Foggy. He thinks of you as his little sister… and I didn’t want him to disapprove.”

“Why would he disapprove?” You softly ask.

“I thought that- I didn’t think I’d be good enough for you, and that Foggy would think the same.”

“Matt…” you coo, cupping his cheeks. “You should’ve said, I never knew you felt that way.” Your thumb stroking his cheeks.

“I really am sorry. It just all got on top of me.”

“You don’t need to apologise, I get it, it’s really okay.” You reassure.

“You’re not mad?” He says as his arms wrap around you.

“Nope. I just thought you were embarrassed by me or something.” Wryly laughing in an attempt to deflect your awkward thought.

Pulling apart slightly to kiss your forehead. “Never.”

#matthew murdock #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fem!reader #matt murdock x reader #matthew murdock x reader #matthew murdock x you #daredevil

[no1frogfan]

Akaashi finds out you’re sick

Akaashi Keiji x GN reader Word count: ~1k

Notes: Tooth-aching domestic sap. It gives me LIFE!! Happy bday Akaash <3 sorry you have to babysit your sick partner today

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“Your voice sounds a little hoarse.”

“Really?” You shrug. “I had a lot of meetings today and probably didn’t drink enough water.”

A frown tugs at Akaashi’s lips as he puts the kettle on. He cuts up a lemon and squeezes it into a mug before dropping the wedge to the bottom and spooning some honey in. He tops it all off with boiling water and holds it out. “Here. I think you’re getting sick.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s nothing, Keiji. You worry too much.”

“Please? For me?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll drink it,” you grumble, giving him a kiss on the cheek as thanks.

The next morning, you wake up with a fever. Your throat is parched and painful, shirt sticking to your back and neck. You angrily roll over onto the other side of the bed, cool now that Keiji has gotten up. It doesn’t really help.

The bedroom door opens and he walks in carrying a tray. You petulantly roll away back to the far side of the bed. “I don’t want to hear it!”

“Hear what?”

“I told you so…”

“Well that’s good because I wasn’t going to say I told you so.” His lips twitch ever so slightly.

“You just said it!” You pout as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

“Did I? Oops,” he chuckles. The cups and bowls clink as the tray is set down in front of you. You grace him with a smile before tucking in. He always remembers exactly what you crave when you’re sick - something warm and filling and a little bland to keep the nausea at bay. A contented sigh leaves your lips as you wash it all down with a mug of tea. Akaashi gently rubs your leg as you rest your back against the headboard.

“Oh no!” You shoot up, almost spilling the rest of your tea. “What about work? You’re late!” Guilt washes over you. You’d been too busy stuffing your face to realize what day it was.

“Relax.” Akaashi says with a squeeze of your thigh. “I told them I’m working from home today so I can take care of you.”

Maybe it’s a good thing you have a fever you think, shrinking down into the duvet. Otherwise, you would have to explain the pleased blush that warms your cheeks when Akaashi tucks you in.

“Get some rest and text me if you need me. I’ll be in the other room.” He places your tea and phone on the nightstand next to you, taking the tray with him back to the kitchen.

Akaashi sits down at his desk after washing the dishes. 8:46 am. Luckily, no urgent meetings are on the schedule for today, so he's able to work from home with no pushback from his bosses. Although, feeling how feverish you were this morning, he would have stayed at home no matter what they said. He settles himself before opening his laptop and diving back into his project.

As he pens some feedback on the latest chapter (pacing feels rushed here - maybe incorporate more reflection to draw out tension), he becomes dimly aware of noises coming from the bedroom. Another round of coughs finally breaks his concentration. 10:23 am. How long had you been coughing? He immediately springs up from his chair.

You give him a weary smile as he walks in with cough medicine and another mug of tea. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. Can’t sleep.”

“Shh.” He strides over to the bed. “Don’t talk, you’ll make it worse.”

You wiggle under the covers again after downing the tea and medicine. He’s got work to do, but you want to ask him, but you know it’s selfish. The battle raging in your head must have been playing out on your face because Akaashi abruptly asks, “Baby, do you want me to stay with you?”

“No,” you peep. It’s futile to lie to him but you try anyways. You always try, even though Keiji has always been able to read you like a book.

“Uh huh. Let me go grab my laptop.” He’s back in a flash, laying down next to you and perching the laptop on his abdomen. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. The only indications that Keiji is awake and working are the occasional strokes of your hair and tip-taps of the keyboard.

You pull him in close, but sleep eludes you. It’s been 15 minutes, if the clock in the corner of his laptop is right. “Still can’t sleep,” you murmur dejectedly.

Keiji purses his lips. “Want me to read to you?”

Your whole face lights up. “Maybe you can read me the manga you’re editing. That way it’s like working at the same time?”

“Good idea.” He gives you a peck as he adjusts the laptop screen. A sense of tranquility embraces you as soon as he utters the first syllable. What he’s reading is immaterial. The warm timbre of his voice, the gentle rumble of his chest against your cheek, and the steadfast rise and fall of his breaths are more soothing than any medicine. You’re out like a light in no time. He continues for a while after he feels your breathing settle into a slow and steady rhythm.

Some time later, you wake up, your hand accidentally slapping him in the face as you reach up to rub your eyes. “Babe? How long have I been sleeping?”

He hums and kisses you on the forehead. “Three hours.”

You suddenly realize you’re still laying on him. “Oh my god, your arm must be completely asleep by now!”

You quickly roll away so he can free it. A grimace pulls at his lips as pins and needles shoot up and down his left side. He clenches and unclenches his fist to help the feeling return to his hand more quickly.

“Sorry Keiji,” you mumble guiltily. “You don’t have to watch over me the entire time, you know.”

He shakes his head and locks eyes with you. “Yes I do,” he says firmly, devotion written all over his face.

#akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #froggy scribbles

[masivechaos]

BOOKSHOP MEETING

remus lupin x gn! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: you finally can buy this book, but apparently you are not the only one interested

Warning/content: mention of cigarette/smoking/smoke, muggle reader/wizard remus, college/post hogwarts, quick proofreading, my English

a.n.: 1k words- need to meet remus at a bookshop rn

masterlist/ marauders masterlist / navigation / taglist 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.──

Your lips tugged up, a crescent moon of a smile, when you saw the book you were searching for, it was the last copy. It was your favourite book for as long as you could remember, you were collecting every edition of it and a new one came out a few weeks ago.

But you had to wait before buying it because college years weren’t the richest ones and you couldn’t afford to spend your money like this. But now that you received your salary from your small shitty job, you could allow yourself.

You stretched out your hand, ready to grab your book, and your fingers bumped into another hand. You let out a small gasp out of surprise “Oh sorry” you said before turning your head to find out who was going to ruin your excitement.

And there your gaze fell on a tall man with sandy hair contrasting his pale skin. He had beautiful brown eyes that you couldn’t help but stare at. He shook his head to let you understand it’s okay “It’s me”

His voice was deep and grew a weird sensation in your stomach, maybe that’s why they meant in books when they talked about butterflies. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, since when you were shy in front of a stranger?

You both stared at each other in silence, with timid and awkward smiles. After long seconds of silence, you managed to pronounce a few words “Y-you can take it” your hand showed the black spine of the book.

The stranger’s eyes widened slightly “No, no. Take it” he invited you with a quiet voice as if he was out of breath in front of you. You shook your head with a smile, you couldn’t deny how his scars made him very mysterious so very attractive. 

“I already have it… nine times” you said, a small chuckle leaving your lips. The man joined you in your laughter, impressed you had so many copies of the same combinations of words.

He took the book out off the shelf and looked attentively at the cover “I collect the different editions. This one is new. It’s my favourite book” He couldn’t help but find you adorable at your excitement, pink rising to his cheeks.

“So- um- the book is good?” he finished by asking after a long minute, not wanting this conversation to end. And it didn’t miss, your eyes lit up as your smile widened, glad someone cared.

“Yeah…” you didn’t expect him to ask you something “The characters are endearing and the writing is mind-blowing!” you stopped there before revealing the entire plot. You wet your lips, suddenly feeling so little under his stare, you nervously tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you took a deep breath. And the man offered you a smile “Then I’ll be happy to read it”

Your neck and ears were now also chased by heat, your flush not stopping exclusively at your face anymore. You rested your side against the wooden bookcase “D-do you- maybe- have some recommendations for me?” you whispered, eyes not quitting his.

The corner of his lips lifted up “Yeah” you were expecting him to move but he just stayed there. It’s after long seconds that he finally shook his head, getting out of his thoughts and started to walk through the bookshop.

He stopped in front of the crime novel section and grabbed a book on the highest shelf. He handed it to you “Great characters, perfect murders, unexcepted plot twist. It keeps you up all night” you bit your lower lip with a nod, reading the back cover.

Your lips turned down, offering the man a lopsided smile. With a bob of your head, you silently asked him if he wanted to head to the checkout and he nodded.

You waited for him to pay before handing the book to the cashier. The man didn’t seem to know if he had to wait or not “Just wait for me outside it’s fine” he acquiesced and you watched him as he darted out of the shop.

“Can I have a little piece of paper with maybe a pen?” you asked the lady at the other side of the counter. With a small ‘sure’ she turned her back before giving you a sticky note and a pencil. You glanced at the stranger waiting outside, he just had lit up a cigarette. You felt your heart throb in your chest and grabbed the pencil and scribbled on the paper.

When you joined him outside he smiled, carefully moving from your left to your right so the smoke didn’t reach you. You took time to breathe properly and handed him the note.

He raised his eyebrow as he read and let out a chuckle when he was done, you just had written your phone number and name “Y/n?” you nodded with a fakely confident smile because inside you were panicked it was too much. “I love your name. And I will definitely call you” your smile widened, and you stared at the ground.

“Thank you…” you trailed off, waiting for him to speak “Remus”

You looked up at Remus, with the lights from outside he was even more handsome, making him somehow mysterious. “Well… I’ll see you around” you showed with a head nod your bus stopping. 

He smiled “Yeah” his eyes didn’t leave your frame as you stepped on the bus and he stared at the bus until it was just a little dot on the horizon line. He looked down at his hand, the paper you gave him in his palm. 

Remus folded it and placed it in his back pocket, he bit his lip to hide the big grin he wanted to make just by thinking about you. He didn’t wait before walking back home, he was going to spend the night reading your book, wanting to know what you loved about it. But first, he was going to call you, he was even already planning in his mind what he was going to tell you.

He was never more grateful to go to the bookstore because he might not just find novels, he might find love too.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.──

⋆ ★ remus lupin taglist: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @sw34terw34ther @cauliflowertree @madison-rebel @witchylele @moonlitmeeks @vintagepearlss @rhydianissuperior

#margot is writing! ੈ✩‧₊˚ #🌑 remus! #remus #remus x reader #remus x y/n #remus x you #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin fluff #remus fluff #remus lupin oneshot #marauders era #the marauders era #the marauders #young marauders #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #harry potter

[eddies-ashtray]

hey!!!!! congratulations on 1k!!!!

possibly ❛ you’re not alone, you never were. ❜ and ❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜ in one? 1k is so deserved aaaah!!! <3

Hi!!!! Thank you so much!!!! (cw: crying, talk of Eddie having a shitty father, mention of parental death–Eddie's mom) / gn!reader / 1k words. 

***

“Eddie?” 

“Yeah?” 

You pause for a moment, brow creasing, wanting to approach the subject with caution. 

“You know you can talk to me; tell me anything, right?” You start. 

Planning to stay the weekend, Eddie came over earlier in the day with a backpack full of his things. While usually you’d be under him by now, the second he arrived you clocked that something was off with him. When he typically pulls you to him with a hand on the small of your back, a kiss, and a hey, sweetheart, as a greeting, today, Eddie simply pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek and wandered inside. You didn’t immediately assume something was wrong just based on his lack of a typical enthusiastic greeting. He was also unusually quiet all afternoon, kind of distant, and not joking around with you as much as he typically would. On top of all of that, Eddie’s usual theatrics had been replaced by an awful habit of chewing his fingernails. 

“Yeah. Of course.” Eddie confirms from his spot on your couch, fingers to his mouth as he chews at the skin there. 

He’s not good at hiding his emotions, though he doesn’t keep them from you quite as often as he used to. Since the start of your relationship, Eddie's come a long way; he’s a lot better at communicating and telling you when something is bothering him. But sometimes, when something especially sour happens, he reverts back to old habits.

You sigh. 

“What?” 

You bite your lip then release it as you respond: “I just-I feel like you’re not telling me something.” 

Eddie doesn’t respond and continues chewing his nails to bits as you glance over his face, trying to read his mind. It’s a desperate and fruitless attempt at discovering why he’s acting strange. 

Your hands itch with the urge to pull his raw fingers away from his mouth. 

“If there’s something-”

“There’s not.” Eddie replies with more force than you were expecting. Still, you soldier on. 

“Okay. But if there was, I-”

The glare he pins you with nearly sends a shiver down your spine as he says, more force still, “I said: there’s not.”

You press your lips together in reaction to Eddie’s frustrated tone, pulling back from him slightly while you place your hands back into your lap. You’d been unknowingly inching closer to him the more you insisted something was up with him. 

Slumping forward, Eddie buries his face in his hands, shaking his head back and forth, saying, “I’m sorry. Shit.” and scrubs a hand down his face. 

“It’s okay. I just want you to talk to me.” 

Eddie has never yelled at you and he still won't; even now with your prying. But he sounds frustrated, and rattled, and maybe a little distraught so you know something really bad had to have happened. 

His eyes are shining with unshed tears as he looks to you again. “Promised I wasn’t gonna let that asshole get to me and of course I’m doing just that!” 

You’re confused as you skootch closer to him again, folding your legs up under you, your calves brushing his thigh. 

“Who?” You prompt gently, stroking his back tenderly. 

Eddie lets out a forceful sigh; more of a frustrated rush of air escaping his mouth than a sigh. Though you know he’s not upset with you, he’s frustrated with what happened. 

“Dear old dad showed up yesterday,” He explains, shaking his head at the memory. 

“What?” You ask, though you heard him quite clearly. You just can’t believe what he’s said. 

Eddie hadn't seen his father since he moved in with uncle Wayne. That was almost 4 years ago now. And you’d never met or even spoken to Eddie’s dad, but from what Eddie and Wayne have told you, he is not someone worth knowing. You’re so glad Eddie has Wayne now; he’d do anything for Eddie and he’s more of a father to him than Eddie’s biological dad ever was. 

“Yup, he uh-” Eddie cuts himself off, hand coming up to his mouth again to worry at the skin. Recognizing the habitual action, he groans. 

“You can hold my hand if you want,” You offer, placing your open palm in his lap because you know it’ll help him stop chewing his nails, but also because you want to comfort him. You know how hard it is for him to talk about his father and even more you can’t imagine what it was like seeing him after all these years. 

Looking you in the eyes slows him for a moment as he takes your hand in his. You squeeze his hand twice, prompting him to continue. 

Eddie spends the next 20 minutes telling you about his fathers unwanted surprise visit. How he’d shown up to the trailer with no warning, how Eddie had told him to leave straight away, but he resisted, pushing his way inside. How he’d said some terrible things not worth repeating about his mother (who you knew was a really lovely woman who had unfortunately passed away when Eddie was young) and about Wayne. How he’d called Eddie “trailer park trash”, among other awful names, and finally topped it all off with a: you’ll be alone here forever! as he was forced out the door by Eddie. 

When he’s finished, you pull him into your chest, holding on tight. Eddie holds on tighter.

“Thank you for telling me,” you whisper into his hair. “I’m so sorry your dad is such a fucking dick.” 

He sniffles against your chest, tears still falling. When you pull him away from you after several moments, you hold his beautiful face in your hands, swiping his tears away. He looks so pretty even still, but you hate seeing him like this, it makes your heart ache for him. 

With all the conviction you can muster, you tell him, “You are not alone. You never were, okay? You have me now and you’ve always had uncle Wayne and you have so many friends who love you and would do anything for you.” 

Eddie’s face crumples again as he pulls you in for the sweetest, most teary kiss ever. And you know he understands. 

#eddie munson #1k celebration 🎉 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson angst #eddie munson hurt/comfort

[alrightsnaps]

LMAO i cannot fucking believe you just said Edwina will feel protective of Kate cause when the fuck did you get that impression from her in season two? when the spoiled brat was more than happy to throw her sister under the bus for a men she just met, at the ascot races? from the brat who pushed her sister to be alone with a man while she was clearly not comfortable? from a brat who was happy to see her sister leave england alone but at the same time telling her sister, while not even looking at her, you should come visit me and be my kids favorite aunt? from the brat who called her half sister, and mind you that it happened since ep 1? from the brat who never apologized to her sister who basically sacrificed her whole life for her? from the brat who accused her sister of controlling her and being jealous of her? fuck you and your friend selcouth who you conveniently left out of your response. You are the reason Kate gets called a whore in this fandom

which part of that's what i WANT to see happen didn't you get?

it's not my fault if you can't read when i literally wrote that i consider edwina apologising to kate necessary for them to rebuild their relationship and i think she should be held responsible for putting the blame on kate instead of the man who ruined her while he was chasing after her sister. and you also clearly didn't read that i agree about edwina being ungrateful to kate, whose entire life revolved around her sister's happiness.

i've talked about how much i hated what the show did with edwina and kate's relationship, and that includes edwina treating kate as a rival for anthony's affections after learning the truth and blaming her for her almost wedding to him, when kate tried to keep her away from him and encouraged her to marry for love. if it were up to me, the reason edwina would have opposed a match between kate and anthony should have been not trusting a man who hurt her sister so much, and practically treated her like a loose woman while claiming to be an honourable man.

that's not what happened because much like you lot, who victim-blame an 18yo to defend a grown man, or the people who call kate a whore for merely existing in anthony's' vicinity, shondaland loves misogyny.

im so sorry for "conveniently" failing to address a point in the 1k essay you left in my inbox eh!

first of all, i don't monitor who my mutuals do or do not interact with bc i'm not a fucking stalker. second, no, i have no idea what fic you're talking about but also don't particulary care about anthony being beaten up after what he did to the sharmas, considering that he was about to kill simon for dishonouring daphne. i don't think kate should be miserable and not marry anthony for the sake of edwina, but i do think that the s2 finale was rushed as fuck and anthony's HEA was undeserved after all the harm he caused. he deserved a whole other season of grovelling while kate was courted by a hot titled gentleman who treated her right, so that he could prove himself worthy of her love.

that said, selcouth is definitely right to defend edwina from the deranged misogynistic takes that fail to hold anthony responsible for his behaviour against the sharmas but that's clearly a hard pill for you to swallow, because you think you're defending kate by excusing anthony's behaviour towards edwina

is that all, your honour?

#my asks #bridgerton #kate sharma #edwina sharma

[plush-rabbit]

The Dateable's Making You Flustered

Request: Flustered scenarios with the dateables

A/N: Sorry for the bit of delay!! I really need to work faster with these (1k each)

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Barbatos:

It’s been such a long time ever since the butler has felt some sort of attraction towards somebody. It surprises even himself and he’s able to see into the future. Yet, when he was given- or rather forced- into a day off, the first place where his mind had wandered had been to you. It was you that he thought of first. He didn’t have a clue on what he wanted to do, but when he was told that he had the day off- no exceptions- his mind had automatically gone to spending time with you. Barbatos wonders what changed that made you so important to him- he wonders when it happened, how it snuck past him and caught him by surprise.

He invited you on his day off, had sent you a quick message asking you’d like to accompany him around Devildom to pick up a few things for himself rather than the usual outing to the market. You had graciously agreed and now he stands beside you, his hand on a book and you peering to see what’s written on it.

“What’s the book about?” You ask, haven given up on trying to figure out what it was that had gotten his attention.

A few demons reach around and pull a book away from the shelf, talking excitedly to one another and he moves to stand closer to you. He smiles at you and holds the book close to him, already deciding to purchase it. “It’s an old tale from Devildom, similar to your Hansel and Gretal but this one is a bit more heavy.” You give out a hum, pleased at his answer and nod your head. “If you’d like, I could lend it to you once I’m done.”

“Oh!” You gasp, grabbing at the same book and holding towards you. “I’ll just take one with me,” you offer and he can’t help but feel a little disappointed that you didn’t want to take his. “This way, we can read at the same time and then discuss. If it’s supposed to be similar to Hansel and Gretal, I’m sure that I’ll enjoy it. Plus-” you look up at him, your smile kittenish the book pulled to your chest- “it can be like our secret book club. I’ve been needing an excuse to go to the castle and visit, so this will be perfect,” you say excitedly, see-sawing between the tips of your shoes and back to your soles.

“You don’t need an excuse to visit the castle.” He hooks his arm with yours, slowly pushing you away from where a growing crowd of demons appear. “You know you’re always welcomed. The Young Lord would never dare to shut the door in your face.” He stops near the corner end of the store, his eyes attracted to a few trinkets where he reaches for.

The book is lowered and you shift your stare to where you both once stood. “And you?” His attention is grabbed immediately and he looks at you with a confused stare. You meet his eyes for a moment before you pull away. “Would you mind if I came over?” You clear your throat and look down, your bottom lip pinched between your teeth. “I wouldn’t want to…” you trail off, clearly unable to find the proper words. “I wouldn't want to distract you or make your work any more difficult than it already is.”

He can feel the back of his neck grow hot. He can’t be mistaken by what your words mean. You want to know what he thinks of you, if you’re welcomed in his eyes. His shoulders lower and he smiles at you, his hand reaching out to take your book from your hands. When you look up at him, he has his gaze kept on the title of the book, following the rise and fall of each letters.

“You’re always welcomed.” He takes in a small breath and fixes his gaze back to you. “You could never be a distraction for me. If you wish to have a secret book club with me, then I am more than honored to be your guest.” He clears his throat and looks away from you, his smile slowly growing but wavering as he lets out a shaky breath. “You make work easier. I enjoy my job, but I must say that when you’re around, the only thing I can think of is finishing in order to spend more time with you. Being around you is… nice.” He returns his stare back to you. “I’ve been around for a very long time, but when you’re around me, well, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so young. I’m not sure what it is about you-” he raises a hand and holds your cheek- “but I find myself happy whenever I’m with you. So please, never think that you are a bother towards me. You’re always free to visit- whether it be for our secret book club-” he returns the book to you, smiling when your fingertips brush against his- “or just because, I’ll always make time for you.”

It might be cruel of him, but he can’t help but smile and let out a quiet chuckle when you press your face against the book. “Barbatos,” you say in a hushed whisper. He only hums in response, glad that his words had such an effect on you. You look up at him with a faux pout and furrow of your brows while he stands there with a wide grin. Your eyes turn away from him and you finally let a smile appear. “Thanks for the reassurance,” you mutter.

“Of course. Nothing that I said was a lie, so it was quite easy to let the words out, you know,” he teases, grabbing the book from you before you have another chance to hide yourself. “Now, is there anything else you’d like to see in the store, or do you wish to go somewhere else?”

“I uh-” still flustered, you rub your cheek where his hand once was- “can we check out the manga section?”

He hooks his arm through yours, his body close enough to where he can smell the sweet scent of your perfume. “Lead the way,” he says, following your footsteps through the store. He isn’t sure when his feelings towards you had changed, he doesn’t even recall the giddiness of when it all started, but he doesn’t mind it. It’s a nice change of pace. You’re something unpredictable and reckless, and something soft and fragile, and he welcomes having you so close to him, to where he could lean over and press his lips against the crown of your head and keep you protected under his touch. Barbatos welcomes the change that you brought and while the change wasn’t originally for him, he enjoys that it is for him now, that you’re the one that gets to be close to him and that gets to have the pleasure of having you wanting to visit him.

Simeon:

Who could have ever thought that he, an angel, would fall in love with a human? The very thing that an angel had created a war for, the very thing that caused him to lose those close to him, and the very thing that had shown just how different he was from someone he had considered a brother, he now commits the same unholy act. He must be a hypocrite. He is a hypocrite. The very thing he turned a blind eye to and here he is, so undoubtedly in love with a human that he fears his wings will be ripped from him, his blood staining his clothes and his halo broken beyond repair. Terror makes his blood run cold and yet, he cannot look away from you. Simeon keeps his gaze upon you with a mixture of hesitation and melancholy and you just smile back at him, the phone in your hand shared between the two of you as you watch a parody of a teen romance on an application.

“It’s amazing how much people have grown to like this er, show?” He asks, still unsure of what to call it. “It’s considered a show, right?”

Your shoulders raise in a shrug and you give him a small, tight lipped smile. “I guess. I think most people refer to it as a series.” The phone is lowered and it returns to your lap. “It isn’t wrong to call it a show, but since they’re short little bursts of episodes, I think people find it easier to call it a series, but it can go any way.” You move away from him, scooting until your thigh is at an angle and your knee is pushed against his. “Anyways, to answer your question, yes people do like it. I think since it’s like a parody but also suspenseful with the cliffhangers, it keeps people entertained.” He nods his head slowly, and he tries to ignore the rush of cold that is now at his empty side. “Did you like it?”

His eyes slightly widen, and his lips pull into a thin smile. “I- Well, considering the fact that it’s written and done by one person- I- It certainly is different than the things I usually consume, but-” He struggles to find a way to finish his thought without offending you in any sort of way and ends with a stiff nod of his head.

It’s a tense moment that doesn’t last long enough to linger on when you suddenly laugh. Your laugh is loud as it effectively gets him to snap his mouth shut. Your hands are waved in front of you and your knee leaves his as you curl onto the couch. “You don’t have to force yourself to like it, Simeon, I only wanted to show it to you, because you asked what I was watching.”

He appreciates you giving him an easy out, and he releases a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. It’s a slow release and suddenly he can breathe again. “Well thank you for sharing it with me. I appreciate that from you.” Silence lingers and it isn’t like before where it’s tense, it’s lighter now, but it still feeds him an odd sense of air where he’s stuck between a breath, his eyes stuck on you.

Once more, your laughter fills the room and it’s short and sweet, a gift given to him for just the moment. “Of course, Simeon. I like spending time with you, and I especially like sharing my interests so I guess, thank you for allowing me to do that.” Your hand reaches towards his and he sees the slightest pause from you, the way your fingers twitch until you allow yourself to hold his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

Warmth returns to him, something akin to a summer’s day in the Celestial Realm, and even though all air has left him once again, he is breathless in a way that matters, weightless and joy illuminating him. When he meets your eyes, he cannot look away and he cannot help but return your smile. The clock ticks onwards and he’s left with a heavy heart. He’s read about the perfect moment, thought about writing something so trivial and false, and yet, the perfect moment sits before him with their hand in his.

“I have to be honest with you,” he murmurs and his eyes feel hot, a lump forms in his throat that makes his words sound tighter. “I- I don’t-” How could he ever phrase what he wants to tell you? How could he drop that sort of confession on you? You know the story, would you ever want him to actually confess to you, to repeat the past mistakes and know the horrid outcome? He frowns. His eyes are stuck on the floor, running along the edge of the carpet and he can feel your gaze on him, your eyes that are heavy with concern and ever the angel, Simeon spares you and gives you the easier answer. “I’m thankful to have met you,” your name is a sweet whisper on his lips, a taste of sweet peach that makes his heart full and heavy. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as wonderful as you. I see you and I think that I’ve found something even more pure than an angel.” With every word, his hand turns to slip into yours, his gloves thin enough to feel the small crevices and calluses on your hand. “Even if you are human and you’ve committed sin, I still think that you are the most pure of them all with your kindness and generosity.”

He isn’t sure what he had expected, but he hadn’t expected to have you plant your face against the soft back cushion of the couch, your face held there for moments. Your hand slips away from his and he’s left holding empty air. His hands fret over your body and when you pull away, your face is flushed, your hands covering the lower part of your face as you look at anywhere but him.

“Simeon,” you whine, closing your eyes tightly. “That’s really sweet.” Your voice is high-pitched and your eyes open once more, as your hands finally lower. “I think I might actually die, that was really nice and something that I don’t hear often.” You finally look at him and your smile is ever growing. “Especially from an angel,” you say with a half-hearted chuckle.

His smile is soft and to him, it dulls compared to your brilliance. As if you were a puzzle, he fits into your hand with ease and grace. “Well if you were to die, I would return you in any way that I could.

Solomon:

He’s human, ageless and immortal, but human. He’s lived and loved, lost and grieved, and he’s gone numb and distant to emotions. He didn’t mind it, he welcomed it. He hated losing and hated the people that he lost and the empty space that they left. He promised that he wouldn’t ever want to feel that sense of sadness ever again. Then you came into the picture. He’s been called shady and worse words than that, but you don’t call him that. You hold his hand and you welcome him into your arms. You go on and on about the human in him and how you love that he’s there with you. Solomon isn’t sure when it was that he broke his own promise, but when he looks at you, he’s willing to love again and again.

The kitchen is a mess and powder covers the counters. His hands knead the dough and the smell of garlic and onion sizzled with oil is heaven in the air. You measure the ingredients and whisk at the eggs. It’s domestic and it’s something that leaves a storm of butterflies in his stomach. He could watch you forever, in the kitchen, with an apron tied around your waist, flour in your hands and the tip of your tongue peaking past your lips as you concentrate on rereading the cookbook. It’s domestic and it’s something he had long forgotten that he wanted.

“I have the ingredients memorized, I could simply tell you what to add,” he muses, returning to forming the bread into its shape.

“Knowing you, you’ll add something in there,” you quip, your smile now directed at him, with your tongue still pinched out. “Plus, it’s just reading. I can read,” you say with a defensive tone. “Just start dressing the bread with garlic and then we can get on with breading the chicken.” You jerk your head to where the chicken rests on the cutting board, the flour beside it.

“Okay,” he sings under his breath, returning his attention to the dough before him. The room is filled with a song from the Human Realm, a classic that has him feeling warmth in a kitchen that is not his, but with a person that is. It makes him long for another time, but when he catches you in the corner of his eye, he’s glad where he is. “I like your song choice,” he says, instantly biting the inside of his cheek once the words had left his mouth. It’s been so long since he’s ever tried to have an actual connection with someone, and he’s sure he wasn’t ever this awful at it.

“Yeah?” You step close to him, holding your hand out. “Care for a dance then?” Your smile is crooked and eyes gleaming with excitement as the song is replayed with a touch of your hand.

He’s frozen for a second, stuck in time, and rooted into place, his hand moving through thick amber as he lets his hand rest in your palm. The room is spun, colors mixing with each other and slowly blurring until he stands still, pushing you away and pulling you close, laughing and letting his hand rest against your side, his hand feeling the soft curve against your ribs. Your hands are powdered and his smell like bread, and your laugh is young and youthful. He can’t help but follow, letting his smile break out and hand slipping out of yours, to encase you in a hug where he traps you into a swaying motion.

The song fades and he’s forced to pull away, to step away from you and there’s hesitation is his steps and movements. His hands linger for a second too long, his eyes still stuck on you and his smile much softer than it was before. It’s a few seconds of silence where you take in deep, heavy breaths, and sway lightly to the song that approaches.

Your name is said and it’s sweet like honeysuckle and addicting like a drug. It’s a night where he invited you over, and now you two are busy making dinner in the kitchen and you’ve given him instructions and kept a close eye on what he does. Your perk your head and nod, allowing for him to continue. “Thank you for coming over,” he says with a tight smile on his lips.

“Anytime, Sol,” you respond, coming beside him once more. You bump your arm into his, leaning to look at the garlic mixture in a bowl. “You know I like spending time with you, so anytime you need a cooking partner, you can always call.”

He doesn’t say anything, only nodding and trying to keep the butterflies in his stomach at bay while his heart beats frantically against his chest. You move away from him, returning to where the powder rests in a bowl and he’s left without, and while the distance is short, it’s something that is unwelcomed. He’s left with dough in his hands and you’re away from him, and loneliness settles.

“Can I call you whenever?” He asks, an easy smile on his lips, but there’s a plea in his words. He’s never been the needy type, but he needs you.

“Of course, you can,” you respond and you’re as kind as ever. You turn away and close the bag of flour, pushing it aside to clear the space at the table.

Like a drug that leaves his mouth dry and heart racing, feeling as if he’s about to die, he calls your name. You’re so close to him and yet, you aren’t close enough. He needs you. He needs you beside him. And he takes the first step, standing in front of you with a red kissed face as stares at the cabinets against the wall. You call his name and your hand is tender against his neck, leaving a white stain that snows onto his shirt.

“I just wanted to thank you. I know how busy you can get and I just-” he can feel the telltale sign of tears and he wonders when he’s gotten so emotional- “I like spending time with you. I like your music choices and I like it when you cook with me- even if it’s just you giving me instructions- but I like it.” His tongue touches against his lips and he looks at you, fiddling with the end of his shirt. “I think you’re great and I just need you to know that if you ever need anything, I’ll be more than happy to help. I would do whatever it would take to make you happy because you have a really nice smile and I don’t think you should lose that.” His heart echoes and his smile is gentle and nervous. “Thank you for being with me.”

You stare at him and he wonders if he had overstepped only to gasp when you bury yourself against his chest, patting at his shoulder and pulling away with a hand covering the lower half of your face. “Solomon,” his name leaving your lips sends a jolt of electricity through him, “I’m glad. Thank you,” you whisper. Your hand reaches to pull his away from his shirt and you hold it in yours. “I like being with you too. Us humans have to stick together, right?” You say softly, letting your fingers run over his scarred knuckles.

He nods silently and leans over, his lips pressed against your forehead. “Yeah, us humans have to stick together,” he whispers against you, smiling when he feels your own lips against his knuckles. He’s with you, at this very moment, he stands in a kitchen with music playing, holding you close to him, and for a moment, he can pretend that this won’t ever end, that he won’t ever have to move away from you and risk losing you.

#obey me #obey me swd #om swd #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me simeon x reader #obey me solomon x reader #i hope you like it! #and that it was in charcater #i feel like i always sturggle for barbs

[navybrat817]

Ahh! I love this. And it inspired me. And, yes, I'm pretending that is Bucky.

Ruined

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, feels

18+ Please!!!

This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.

You didn't expect to meet him tonight…your savior. A knight who swooped in to stop some drunk prick who kept hitting on you. A white knight didn't describe him well enough. He was something darker...fiercer...and the smirk he gave delivered a promise you hoped he intended to keep.

"Hey, doll," his voice made you inhale sharply and you couldn't believe a stranger had this power over you. It would have been too easy for him to drag you away to make you his. That feeling only grew stronger when he grabbed the other guy by the collar. He had...metal fingers. What would it feel like to have them touch you?

"I don't want any trouble," the guy stammered.

"You asked for it when you bothered her. Apologize and make sure we believe it."

"I'm sorry," he got out. He looked like he pissed his pants.

"Good enough for you?" he asked, his tone noticeably sweeter when he addressed you.

Could you handle yourself? Of course. But...it felt nice to have someone defend you. "Good enough."

"Now fuck off," he said through his teeth, shoving the now terrified prick back.

"Thank you for that. Can I buy you a drink?" you offered.

"I'd rather get your name, if you don't mind," he answered as he sat beside you.

You smiled softly as you told him. "And do I get the pleasure of your name?"

"I'm Bucky," he smirked. "And I haven't pleasured you yet."

Any other guy, you likely would have laughed. Coming from him, it made you want to be pliant under his demands. "You say that like it's a sure thing."

"I haven't had a sure thing in a long time."

"Neither have I."

You didn't leave the bar with him immediately. The two of you talked, facing each other more as time passed. You were drunk on his voice and the look in his eyes. At one point, he placed his hand on your thigh. The action told you everything you needed to know and nothing at all. You craved more and prayed it wouldn't just be a fleeting moment.

"Take me somewhere," you practically begged.

"Where?" he breathed.

"Anywhere."

Offering your body to a stranger didn't scare you. What scared you was how he didn't seem like a stranger at all. The fear triggered an adrenaline rush and you felt it mix with your arousal as your back hit the bed. You didn't even recall getting through the door.

Clothes fell around you and to the floor, forgotten as you took in the sight of his body. He truly was like a knight with the scars. Maybe one day he'd tell you the story of how he got them. He gazed intently at you before he looked you over in kind. If he spotted your imperfections, he didn't make it known. He looked at you like you were an offering...a gift.

Your lips parted as he leaned in for a scorching kiss, his tongue soothing the burn that didn't exist. His fingers breached you, but you were somehow ready for him. That's what you told yourself as he stretched you, trying in vain to fuck yourself on his fingers to get some relief. He refused to give you any.

"You'll come on my cock, doll. I promise. You'll take it so beautifully, won't you?"

"Please," you hissed as he took his fingers out, feeling the thick head replace them before you could blink.

"Let me in," he whispered, pressing into your willing heat. You trembled as the words repeated like a mantra in your head. You let him into your body, but his eyes said it wasn't enough.

"Ruin me," you whispered.

And he did.

You mewled as he fucked into you, making you take him deeper with each drive of his hips. His cock hit parts of you that you only dreamt about. You couldn't think with him inside you and you didn't want to. All you needed was that moment of bliss. And him. You needed…

"That's it, doll. Fucking take me," he growled, his thrusts growing rougher as you moaned. You took everything and wondered how wrecked you looked underneath him. "May have to...keep you."

You clenched around him, telling him with your body what you didn't dare to speak. "Keep me. Please, don't let me go." You'd give everything. All he had to ask.

You cried out as he lifted your hips, grinding hard into this spot no one else could ever find. You felt like a toy being pulled back and forth, his girth making itself home over and over. "You want me to keep you? Tell me."

"Yes, please!" you cried, your eyes burning with unshed years. Your body shook, the intensity threatening to drive you insane. You were the one who asked to be ruined, but you wanted him ruined, too. You wanted to leave your mark on him. Was it too much to ask to be unforgettable?

"Then come for me," he demanded.

You experienced orgasms before, but those were nothing compared to the euphoric waves he pulled you into. While previous ones fizzled, this was a finale of fireworks. It went on and on, picking up as soon as you thought it would end. It didn't end when you felt heat flood you, his orgasm triggering another. Your body never felt so sensitive, but it wasn't just your body now.

You let out a broken moan as he finished coming, fucking it into you until he couldn't continue. Your mind felt fuzzy even as you came back to yourself, gasping when he moved to his back and pulled you on top of him. He managed to stay inside you as he did and the feel was strangely comforting. Why was the pull toward him so strong? So right?

"Did I ruin you?" he asked as you caught your breath.

"Yes," you whispered, his lips brushing your forehead.

"I'm just getting started, doll."

#navybrat answers #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barns x reader

[megumitski]

hi hi this is just something to track all the hq fics i’ve read recently! this really seemed like a lot when i was putting this together but most of them are less than 15k. this has a LOT of kagehina, plus some kuroken, bokuaka, iwaoi, tsukiyama, and a few other random pairings. favorites are marked with a ✨!

KAGEHINA

✨ his weight in marigolds - karasuno013 (11k)

Tobio imagined that the petals were soft, orange, perpetually messy locks of hair, and his fist clenched around the bud involuntarily.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Please Kiss Him Instead! - Bird_Of_Dreams (6k)

Recently, Kageyama has been receiving what appears to be countless confession letters. The Karasuno volleyball team reacts appropriately with surprise, jealousy, and bemusement (depending on who you ask). But no one is more surprised than Hinata, who is confused and more than a little hurt that Kageyama never told him about them. But is that the real reason behind his conflicted feelings?

As It Should Be - gghostnebula (7k)

Based on a request I saw on Tumblr that someone send fanfics where "Hinata is bullied without the team knowing and then they find out." I like the idea of everyone (including Tsukishima) enraged and vengeful. So I. Did that. I'm so sorry. I'm also really really sorry that the 'ungrateful second-years' aren't really in this because I wanted them to be but I couldn't find a good place for them, since this focuses so much on just Kageyama and Hinata.

Five Plus One - Xachyn (1k)

Five times other people thought they were dating and one time Kageyama wondered if they were.

The Crown and The Crow - Yuu_chi (9k)

Somewhere out there is your forever one wearing your Mark on their skin; it's just a matter of finding them.

✨ In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments (5k)

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

four times hinata and kageyama almost kiss (and one time they do) - spaceburgers (2k)

When it happens, it’s not romantic. Things between them have never been romantic, after all. They’re too stupid for that.

spoiled - buu (2k)

It's the Kageyama that gently takes Hinata's hand when they're walking together, or rests his head on the top of Hinata's when they're watching TV, or pulls Hinata into his lap when he complains about being cold. Hinata struggles at first, confused and thinking Kageyama's making fun of him or something, but he slowly starts to realize that, beyond all belief, Kageyama is the Doting type.

Thaw - peppermint_wind (40k)

Kageyama Tobio just wants to get through the day. He hates winter, he hates most people, and he really hates getting up for an 8:00AM class. That's when Hinata Shouyou, bright and obnoxious, literally comes running into his life at full-throttle and changes everything Kageyama thought he knew.

Basically, the College AU where Hinata and Kageyama meet by Hinata literally knocking into him and spilling hot coffee all down Kageyama's clothes.

touch - buu (3k)

Hinata doesn't notice it at first, really. It's small things, natural things, like when they sit together at lunch and Hinata ends up hooking his ankle over Kageyama's and he doesn't move away; in fact, he seems to not notice it, and go on eating his lunch like nothing's different.

✨ Routine - someonestolemyshoes (29k)

Kageyama Tobio has a routine. Up, shower, dress, breakfast, classes, practice, work, dinner, laptop, show time. Hinata is a well-known cam boy, and Kageyama is his biggest fan.

✨ Acceptable Risk - Mysecretfanmoments (46k)

Tobio braced himself and stood, gathering Hinata’s warm body close. Hinata’s weight settled against him, strengthening the impression he always had at these times: that he was collecting a part of himself, severed by some weird circumstance. In these moments he couldn’t help feeling that Hinata belonged to him, and as long as he didn’t talk about the impression out loud it harmed no one. As it was Hinata mumbled a little, curling into him the way he’d anticipated.

(Kageyama and Hinata navigate living together at university while not dating. It's hard—the not-dating part, that is.)

hot - buu (6k)

Hinata should not be this hot. Kageyama shouldn't find his short stature attractive, shouldn't have problems with his eyes lingering a little too long on Hinata's smaller frame, the way his shirts hang just a little too big on him sometimes.

Oh God - orphan_account (6k)

No, class distinction had never held much meaning for Kageyama. Until the day he met Hinata. One-shot Omegaverse! AU. Smut is heavily present within this story. Mostly PWP, but there's plot, if you squint.

operation: find out if hinata has a hot bod - day (2k)

Kiyoko compliments Hinata's body. It turns into a chaotic mess where the team (aka Tanaka and Nishinoya) tries everything in their power to get a glimpse of Hinata shirtless.

Hinata is oblivious and Kageyama is stressed out.

well, maybe i’m a crook - aruariandance (7k)

The thing is-- Hinata is in love with Kageyama and everyone knows it, including Kageyama.

5 times Kageyama purred + 1 time he didn’t - orphan_account (3k)

No one at Karasuno had ever heard Kageyama purr, but that was normal. He wasn't exactly the most expressive on the team, and no one really minded.

Hurt - someonestolemyshoes (27k)

It’s alarming, Kageyama thinks, how quickly things can go downhill.

One minute Hinata is fine, at the top of his game, spiking left and right and everywhere in between and the next he is crumpled in a limp, lifeless heap on the gym floor and the resounding crack of his head hitting the wood is still echoing in Kageyama’s ears.

knock knock - writedeku (6k)

“I don’t need telepathy to win,” is the first thing he says; nearly shouts it, to be precise. “We can play it without me being linked.”

One by one, the teambonding practises stop as they all turn to Kageyama to gape. Play volleyball without telepathy? It’s not that it’s not possible, but that would put them at such a major disadvantage it’d be like having a team full of one-sided Kageyamas.

the hedgehog’s dilemma - drunkonwritting (17k)

So when he comes to Karasuno, Tobio expects more of the same. He won't make the same mistakes again, but he doubts anyone on the team will like him—Tobio's grown used to his solitary existence, to the point where he can't imagine what it's like to have people around all the time, people who actually want to spend time with him outside of school or practice. He's resigned himself to being alone, because no one in his life has ever decided they want to get to know him or spend time with him or even like him as more than a casual acquaintance. Tobio's tried time and time again to change that and failed over and over—he doubts it's going to change anytime soon.

But when he sees that orange-haired shrimp staring at him from the gym doors, eyes wide and betrayed, he feels a vague sense of premonition.

Don’t Make Me Walk When I Want to Fly - MissKiraBlue (24k)

"I don't want to leave without an apology"

After Hinata rushed from their fight he ended up in a car accident.

But when he wakes up he's not dead and he's not in a hospital either.

Hinata has to live the same day – the day when he and Kageyama fought – over and over again until he finds a solution where he could get out of the time loop.

he may suck at beer pong but he slam dunked my heart - Authoress (9k)

After a while, Kageyama kind of just...forgets how angry the floral snapback makes him. It becomes a companion, almost. It's seen him through many a late library study session, through feeding planaria and wrestling bean beetles into petri dishes. He feels something close to affection for the ever-present hat.

Oh no, Kageyama thinks. I'm attracted to a douchebag.

(The AU where struggling college student Kageyama meets and very unfortunately falls in love with his frat boy lab partner, Hinata.)

room to grow - Mysecretfanmoments (6k)

Third year Kageyama is considerate, careful, doesn't grab Hinata's hair. Hinata's still trying to figure out how he feels about it.

Dare - majesticartax (10k)

“W-wait! Kageyama! What—hold on!” Hinata cries, kicking his legs, flipping around in his setter's strong arms and struggling uselessly, scrambling.

“Can’t we talk about this!?”

Wish You Would - longleggedgit (7k)

The title of this document was just jealouskageyama.docx so that pretty much tells you what to expect.

"If you don't want me to go out with him," Hinata says, lifting his eyes to meet Kageyama's, "then give me a reason not to."

Right Here All The Time - longleggedgit (5k)

"You were flirting," Kageyama says, sounding bewildered, almost accusatory. His chest is heaving under Hinata's hands.

Hinata laughs. "Yeah, and it worked."

Immolate - Marks (2k)

Kageyama balls his hands into fists at his sides and grits his teeth as want builds up in his stomach and sets up camp. It's not the first time he's felt like this around Hinata, but it's the worst every time and he wishes he could just will it away.

come on closer - skeletalparade (6k)

Kageyama shifted uncomfortably on the bench, fingernails scraping against the plastic of his water bottle. He was trying so hard not to stare at Hinata, but it was difficult. Hinata was a good vice captain, but he was ruining Kageyama’s life.

2-Player Mode - medea_azyungele (5k)

Are you ugly or something?" Hinata asks, with his usual lack of tact.

"Oi, dumbass! I'll let you know that-" but he couldn't finish because Hinata interrupts him: "Let's turn on the webcams!"

Suddenly, a square icon pops up in a corner of his monitor.

Oh no he's hot.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments (75k)

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

a first time for everything - Mysecretfanmoments (4k)

He rolls away from Shouyou, his breathing just a little fast. His body has been weird today, more like when they first started dating. It happens sometimes—mostly when they’ve been on the court together, or they haven’t had time alone—but it feels just a bit different than usual.

((Kageyama bottoms for the first time. established relationship, iltwycs-verse but can stand alone.))

✨ Color Theory - kageyamz (41k)

That’s right, he thinks I’m straight. Kageyama sighed in relief at the answer then tensed up, the gears turning in his brain. Wait, I am straight, right? Kageyama wants a simple time at university, but life has other plans for him.

cheater, cheater (pumpkin eater) - teddy_or_something (7k)

Closets hold many things, one of which being skeletons. In Hinata's case, there was a person where there should've been a vibrator, and that was definitely enough to wilt his erection.

Song fic to Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by P!ATD.

✨ change in pressure - viscreal (37k)

Kageyama couldn’t for the life of him guess what he’d been doing to get so goddamn beat up, but it was there, and the guy wasn’t even taking care of any of it. The pain was making it hard to concentrate during class, making it hard to think at all, and that plus the boy’s overenthusiastic emotions were putting Kageyama in a particularly sour mood, so he really couldn’t be blamed when he snapped something sarcastic at the teacher and got detention in response.

alternatively titled: in which kageyama, an empath whos still just as socially inept as ever, ends up having a gay crisis because hinata cant stop getting hurt.

seventy-thirty - viscreal (4k)

Hinata was the first one to bring it up.

KUROKEN

reddit boyfriends - NeverNothing (4k)

Lev goes on reddit to talk about his senpais and accidentally goes viral. Yaku helps.

✨ you’re the break lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot (15k)

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

✨ the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony (31k)

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

✨ Best Friends - Mysecretfanmoments (6k)

Every evening they walk home together, Kuro smelling of salt and suntan lotion, Kenma’s hands sore from scooping ice cream all day, and it feels nice. Peaceful.

He’s glad Kuro came, after all.

((During the two weeks he spends manning his uncle's ice cream booth on the coast, Kenma decides that maybe he likes his best friend back, after all))

BOKUAKA

tea-stained polaroids - dalyeau (6k)

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

cookies and cream - norio (6k)

Some people might tell Akaashi that he couldn't bake his worries away.

But some people haven't dated Bokuto Koutarou.

Komorebi - OwlBeDamned (8k)

When his thirteenth birthday comes, Akaashi should be elated.

Instead, he is worried.

"WWOOOAH, YOU HAVE GOT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING I HAVE EVER SEEN - NO, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING THE WORLD HAS EVER BEEN BLESSED WITH...CAN I TOUCH YOU?!"

✨ Upstairs - yoogiboobi (16k)

For about a second, a heartbeat, he's met with a pair of dark, piercing eyes, with what is probably eyeliner, looking back at him. It really is just a split second before his hand knocks down three cereal boxes that hit him square in the head, effectively making him break eye contact and drop his groceries to the floor.

In which some of the first things Bokuto learns about his upstairs neighbour are the colour of his eyes and the sound of his moans.

steam - orphan_account (8k)

bokuto: why is he so hot bokuto: why am i so gay kuroo: LMAO you mean your vice captain right bokuto: yeah

kuroo: i got this bro bokuto: what bokuto: wtf does that mean

Bokuto started to panic.

heavy heart, a love apart - drifloon (7k)

(802): Our sex has gotten so much better since we broke up.

IWAOI

✨ It’s Tradition - MelissaWritesStuff (4k)

Every year, without fail, on Oikawa's birthday, Oikawa has somehow gotten a kiss out of Iwaizumi.

lips like sugar - ohhotlamb (8k)

Hajime is offered to learn the art of kissing from a true professional, one Oikawa Tooru. It's not as bad as he thought it would be.

darlin’, your head’s not right - aruariandance (14k)

'“Our wedding,” Oikawa says by way of explanation, tapping his finger against his magazine more emphatically. “What colors should we use? Color scheme is important, apparently.”

Iwaizumi feels his lifespan shortening.

or,

Oikawa teases Iwaizumi about a childhood promise he made to marry him when they were older, except suddenly it's not really a joke at all.

✨ Bet On It - originalblue (13k)

Hajime knows exactly how shitty Oikawa's personality is, and has no scruples whatsover about betting Oikawa six thousand yen that he can't be nice for an entire week.

Something Borrowed - rageprufrock (16k)

In which Oikawa and Iwaizumi have always been a foregone conclusion to everyone else, but a massive, unanswered question to one another.

The PDA jar - orphan_account (10k)

“What is that thing for?”

“I’m glad you asked, captain. This… is the Public Display of Affection jar. Or PDA jar for short.”

“Now whenever you do something that may hurt our children’s innocence, you’ll have to put money in the jar as a punishment."

✨ stumble into the sun - sunsmasher (4k)

“So,” Hajime says, as he peels off his uniform shirt, letting it fall on top of his gym bag. “Have you guys ever heard of like, someone being turned on by people saying nice things to them?”

Matsukawa slams his locker shut. “Oh my god,” he says.

by chance - crossbelladonna (62k)

When Iwaizumi Hajime meets Oikawa Tooru, suddenly everything bursts into color. The only problem is that for the other, it doesnt seem to happen the same way.

or

the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate au

TSUKKIYAMA

by any other name - parenthetic (5k)

A Concise Guide to Dealing with People Asking if your Best Friend and/or Crush is Single:

Panic Lie Run

Do you see what I see? - honeydragon (1k)

Three times Tsukishima wonders what colour Yamaguchi's eyes are, and the one time he finds out.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw (2k)

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team. No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.” Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

Baby, this is how it all goes down - psych0tastic (7k)

In the midst of revising for a class test over at Yamaguchi’s place one night, Tsukki suddenly spoke up and said, “I'd like to bottom the next time we have sex."

OTHER

Rewards Program - surveycorpsjean (8k) - bokuroaka

Akaashi enjoys his normal life, as a normal grocery checker, at a normal grocery store.

Of course, it all goes up in flames when two hot as hell college kids dump their items on the conveyor belt.

Donuts. Glue. Donut holes.

And that's only the beginning.

Edelweiss - ostentatiouslyrealistic (6k) - semi/tendou

Hanahaki Disease (n.) An illness bred from unrequited love, where the victim suffers from coughing up flower petals.

Sympathy From a Lost Boy - meraki_drabbles (11k) - ushiten

The figure was hollow-cheeked and gauntly, with prominent eyelids bulging out under thin raised eyebrows, casting a shadow over irises that Wakatoshi couldn't decide the colour of, but rather processed them as a strange mix of crimson and ruby and scarlet dripped against a mahogany canvas.

"Sorry, am I intruding?

#hq fic rec #fic rec #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fic rec #bokuaka #kagehina #kuroken #iwaoi #tsukiyama

[tails89]

Whumptober day 4

“Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed

Buddie - 1k

Read on AO3

From the depths of the building, a single gunshot rings out, almost lost in the cacophony of the surrounding emergency personnel. More orders are shouted and there are officers and detectives rushing around behind the cover of their vehicles.

And Eddie Diaz sees none of it.

“We have to go in!” He fights back against Bobby and Chim, keeping him pinned against the truck. This was supposed to be a routine call out— a possible false alarm— but now Buck is inside, held hostage by a desperate criminal and no one is doing anything.

“It’s too dangerous.” There’s an edge to Athena’s tone, like she’s only just herself holding back from racing into the building. “We don’t know what’s going on inside and we can’t risk you too.”

“But it’s Buck!” Eddie pleads, appealing to the affection he knows Athena feels for his boyfriend.

“And jumping the gun and rushing in isn’t going to help him,” Athena bites back. “There are procedures for a reason. Ignoring them isn’t going to help Buck.”

“It’s been hours, Athena.”

“We’ll get your boy Eddie, but you have got to let us do our jobs.”

It’s another hour before the “all clear” echoes through their radios followed by a request for an RA unit. Eddie grabs his pack, ready to follow the team. Bobby doesn’t try to stop him and it’s a relief, Eddie was prepared to argue the point but that would have taken precious time.

He rushes inside with Hen and Chimney, a million different scenarios running through his head about what he might see. None of it prepares him for the real thing— Buck; pale, with bruises already blooming across his face.

He’s half sitting, half slumped against a pillar, his eyes closed. There are deep lines of pain etched into his face and his chest rises and falls with short, quick breaths.

And the blood. There’s so much blood— it coats Buck’s hands, his clothes.

Hen and Chim move in, quickly assessing the damage but Eddie can’t move, can’t breathe. The whole world is at a standstill, narrowing in on Buck.

But then Buck’s hand twitches and suddenly roaring in Eddie’s ears dampens enough to hear the soft moan that accompanies the movement.

He’s not aware of his feet moving, but one moment Eddie’s standing still and the next he’s kneeling beside Buck, holding his hand while Hen cuts through his shirt to access the wound.

“Hey, shhh, I’ve got you,” Eddie croons, stroking his free hand through Buck’s sweaty hair. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

“Ed—" Buck cuts off with a groan.

“Sorry Buck,” Hen tells him sympathetically as she puts pressure on the wound. “I know it hurts, but we’ve got to stop the bleeding.”

Chimney gets to work inserting an IV, and taking vitals. “Okay, let’s get ready to move him.” He leans over Buck keeping his voice light. “Just let us do all the work, okay Buck? You’re good at that.” It gets something that could almost be a laugh from Buck before his eyes are falling shut again.

“No, stay awake,” Eddie tells Buck, tapping his cheek. “Eyes open.”

“He never does listen,” Hen says, motioning for the backboard. “Eddie, give us a hand.”

The sound Buck makes when they roll him onto the backboard almost breaks Eddie’s heart. His eyes are scrunched shut as they lift him up onto the gurney and Eddie reaches for Buck’s hand, squeezing reassuringly.

“You’re doing great,” Eddie tells him. “We’ll be at the hospital soon, just stay awake for me.”

~

The wait at the hospital is a tense one. The mood inside is sombre. No one feels like talking while they wait.

When the surgery drags on into the second hour, Eddie steps outside to call Carla and ask if she can watch Chris for the night. He can hear his son in the background asking to talk to him and he takes a long calming breath while the phone is passed over.

“Dad what happened?”

Eddie swallows against the lump in his throat. “Buck got hurt, Chris. We’re at the hospital, but he’s going to be okay.”

“Can I see him?”

“We’re just waiting at the moment,” Eddie tells him. “He’s probably going to be in surgery for a while and he’s going to be pretty sleepy after. Tomorrow, if he’s feeling better, I promise you can see him.”

“I want to wait with you,” Chris says, “I don’t want you to be alone.”

Eddie bites his lip as his composure wavers. “I know kiddo, and I love that you want to be here but I’m not alone,” he says, fighting to keep his tone even. “Maddie is here. So is Chim and Bobby and Hen.”

“Okay,” Chris says, voice resigned. “Hey Dad?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“When you see Buck, can you give him a big hug for me?”

“The biggest,” Eddie promises. He disconnects the call and heads back to the waiting room to settle in once more.

Two more hours pass before the doctor comes to let them know Buck is out of surgery and then it's a further forty-five minutes before he’s settled in a room and allowed visitors.

The rest of the team take that as their cue to head home. Buck is going to be okay and the hospital is restricting his visitors to just Maddie and Eddie as it’s outside regular visiting hours.

Eddie and Maddie follow the nurse towards Buck’s room.

“He woke up briefly in recovery,” the nurse says as she shows them inside. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if he sleeps through till morning.” She leaves them alone after checking the monitors beside the bed.

Maddie doesn’t stay for long, just long enough to reassure herself that Buck’s going to be okay, before she heads home with Chim.

Eddie drags his chair closer to the bed. Buck is still pale in the harsh fluorescent light that filters in from the hall, but his face has lost the grey pallor from before.

“You’re going to give me grey hairs,” Eddie murmurs, reaching for Buck’s hand. He squeezes it, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the warm skin of Buck’s wrist. “You were right behind me when we evacuated.”

Buck’s fingers twitch, curling around Eddie’s hand.

“Had to go back,” he mumbles, half asleep. “Had t’make sure they all got out.”

“I know,” Eddie says, voice low. “You did good.” Buck’s fingers go lax in his as the drugs drag him back under. “Sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

#911fic #buddie #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #whumptober #hurtbuck #taken hostage #blood #911 fanfic #my911fanfic

[kjhmyg]

rough edges pt. 6 (m)

pairing: jungkook | (f) reader genre: college!au, badboy!jk, fluffy too :(  warnings: mentions of drugs, unprotected sex, cursing, violence, alcohol, drinking, death, manhandling, college parties, boys lol  word count: 10.7K

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / part 6 / 6.5

author’s note: hello i love u. first of all welcome to  ♡ libra season ♡ sorry this took so long; it feels kinda short so maybe i’ll post a short 1k chapter next week (part 6.5). i wrote the last half of the last part like an hour ago i hope i didnt make any big grammatical errors or typos lol. also dedicating this to my friend haru who i miss loads.

RE asks tag

What was a red mark on Jungkook’s cheek, has now turned purple-ish. He promises it doesn’t hurt anymore but you notice him mindlessly touching it at times. So you kiss it very gently each time you say goodbye and he doesn’t stop you.

With one arm around over the back of your chair, he’s feeding himself fries with the other. You lean against his shoulder, watching as he nibbles away. “Can’t keep your eyes off me huh?” He mutters.

“You know I can’t.” You admit, giggling into quick, continuous pecks. He lingers on a little longer on the last one like he always does.

“Will you guys save it for the bedroom?” Jimin asks, face twisted in disgust. He doesn’t really care, but it’s fun to tease Jungkook. “Gross.”

“Gross is you dipping fries in your coke.” Hana shakes her head at the soaked fry between his thumb and index finger.

"Don't be mad you don't have refined taste in food like me." He shoots back. “A soaked fry has equal parts sweet and salty.”

“You’re just gross.”

Hana’s realised it doesn’t take much to get under his skin and is enjoying every bit of it. The irony is that it always starts with Jimin trying to get under Jungkook’s skin. Next to Jimin, Taehyung’s phone has his undivided attention. In fact, he’s been rather quiet today, spending the last five minutes or so frowning at his screen.

“Tae, you alright?”

“No.” He sighs, finally looking up. “I have to get a job.”

“...And?”

“Well I don’t want to.” He says simply. “Can’t believe my parents are cutting off my allowance because I spend too much.” He uses air quotes.

Except for Jimin, the rest of you only manage blank stares, unable to sympathise with his first world problem. "Yeah, I’m sure those thousand dollar Balenciaga sneakers you got last week have nothing to do with it.” Jungkook says.

“Jungkook. They were limited edition.”

“A thousand dollars?” You say. “What the hell dude.”

“Okay can we stop talking about the past and focus on the present?” Leaning back against his chair and looking into the distance, Jimin places a comforting hand on his shoulder

“Don’t worry, we’ll find you a nice job.” Jimin says and he lets out a tiny whine, throwing his head back.

That’s when it hits you. You have no idea how, but it does. And you have no idea if it’ll work but you’re doing it anyway.

A clueless Hana raises a brow in question at the sudden look of mischief you give her. She braces herself for whatever you’re about to do, equally curious and worried. “Actually, you should apply at our café.” You say to Taehyung.

“They’re hiring?”

“Well not yet.” Turning back to her, you widen your eyes slightly, prompting Hana to play along. She quickly does, noticing Jungkook watching her over your shoulder. “I’m leaving soon so they’ll definitely need a replacement.”

“You’re quitting?” Jungkook asks, sitting up straight. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” The little head shake you give isn’t enough to convince him. “I just wanna work somewhere else. Anyway, you’d like working there Tae. It’s nice.” The other boy perks up, seemingly interested.

Hana agrees, explaining the details of your work and what it’s like there. While they talk, Jungkook squeezes your shoulder to get your attention, “Are you sure nothing happened? Creeps harassing you again?”

“No, really.” You say, hand over his cheek. “I just want a change of environment. The job’s getting boring.”

The worry in his eyes gradually disappears as he seems to accept it. He gives a soft okay for now. Looking away, you let out a silent sigh of relief. On the inside, the rational side of you is yelling her head off. What possessed you to decide to quit your job for no good reason? This plan is banking on the chance that Jungkook will let you join him at the club. Which when you think about it, is very unlikely to happen.

Yet, another part of you is excited. Your mind is in a frenzy. Convincing yourself you’ll figure the details out later, you silently thank Taehyung and his Balenciagas for handing you this opportunity.

"Oh hey, we better get going." Jimin says, looking at the time on his phone. "We'll see you guys tonight?"

The girls of Eta Iota are hosting a party tonight. Naturally, the boys get invited and by association, you too. Sunhee’s cashing in on your promise of taking her to one, so you have to go even if it’s just to hang around for a while then leave. You part ways with Jimin and Tae as Jungkook gives Hana and you a ride back. He walks with you to the lobby of your place, where you tell Hana to head up first.

Right by the stairwell, he leans against the wall and holds you in his arms, between his legs. “Are you sure you wanna quit your job?”

"Yessss, I’m sure. I wanna work somewhere else." Resting your chin on his chest, you look up at him. "It's cute that you're worried about me."

“Of course I am.” He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll help you keep a lookout for places that are hiring.”

You smile gleefully up at him. Oh, he’s going to help you get a new job alright. Just not in the way he’s thinking. Already, you feel bad for lying to him. But you keep telling yourself you’re doing this for him.

He doesn’t let you go so easily when you try and remove yourself, not giving up his hold on you. When you pry his hands off, he tugs you right back in, locking you in his arms as kisses land all over your face. “Stop,” you laugh, “someone might see us.” But you don’t look around to check for anyone. He doesn’t care either.

He lifts you up easily, wrapping your legs around him. Switching positions, you now feel the cool wall against your back. “Should we skip the party tonight?” He asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“You have to go. It’s part of your fraternity sorority socialising thingy thing.” He rolls his eyes at that. “Plus, I promised Sunhee I’d go with her.”

"Fine. But I’m only going ‘cause you’re going."

“So I’ll see you there, okay?” He nods in response as his hold on you loosens. A peck on the cheek and you’re going up the stairs, one step at a time, hand still holding on to his. As it slips away, he squeezes his chest with his other hand and groans in mock pain.

“Silly,” you mutter between giggles. He breaks character and skips up the steps to get another kiss from you. At this rate he would never leave.

“Jungkook seriously,” you say against his lips, leaning back to separate yourself from him, “you should go now. I’ll see you later anyway.”

He complies and lets you go, but not without releasing a very dramatic sigh. You hurry up the steps before he changes his mind, looking down over the railing as you go, waving your goodbye.

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Purple, purple everywhere. The Etas had decided to do their rush party while celebrating their anniversary. Which explains why the decorations are of their ‘official’ colour. Purple balloons, cups, banners, napkins.

“This is so fun!” Sunhee squeals, coming up to hug you from behind. “I’ve made a bunch of new friends!” She squeals again and hurries off elsewhere, leaving you and Hana once again.

“I’m glad she’s enjoying herself.” Hana comments, taking a sip of her drink.

“Aren’t you?” You nudge her side. “You’ve had like four guys come up and give you their number. Don’t act like you’re not having fun.”

“I guess I’m havin’ a lil’ fun…” she mumbles towards the end, sipping on her drink with a tiny smile. She’s holding up much better than you thought she would. Much better than you at least, she doesn’t seem too bothered by the constant yelling.

There’s no reason to worry about Sunhee. She’d clung on to you earlier when you arrived together as promised, like you’re her ticket in. As soon as you passed through the doors, a couple of girls from the host house came up to greet you. While it was a little awkward for you, Sunhee saw her chance and took it. She’s been hanging out with them since.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Hana asks. She’s still unsure about your plan. You had gotten an earful from her earlier on, back at the apartment. Only after you promised, pinky promised and swore you’d be safe, did she finally calm down.

“Somewhere.” It’s crowded enough to not be able to see the other end of the room. You crane your neck to see better. “Don’t know if I can find him with all these people around.”

“Go.” Her pretty, long eyelashes flutter over her eyes as she looks at you. “Don’t worry about me.”

You’re hesitant to leave, but she reiterates that she’d be fine and you finally nod, much to her relief. She has Jimin and Taehyung with her anyway, she says, nodding over to the pair a few feet away.

Before disappearing into the crowd, you turn back to let her know you might not see her for the rest of the night. But she’s read your mind, waving her hands at you. “You’ll be with Jungkook, I know.”

“Text me when you get home. I love you.” You blow her a kiss and watch her roll her eyes, then push through bodies of people to get to a different part of the house. There’s way too many people here. Most of them tower at least a head over you, disrupting your view. Your phone vibrates just as you enter the biggest room of the house which gives you a little more maneuvering space than the previous one.

Jungkook: u look great

Slowly, you turn in the spot you’re in, paying close attention to each section of the room.

Jungkook: i like pink

Jungkook: ur ass looks great in those jeans btw

You: reveal yourself  

He doesn’t respond and you continue to wander around, until you reach a short hallway separating the kitchen area from the previous room. With more room to breathe, you decide to stay put knowing Jungkook won’t keep this up for long anyway. And you’re right.

"Looking for me?" His hot breath tickles your ear.

Spinning around, you're greeted by his wide grin and immediately hate how good he looks in a simple white tee with his house name, Kappa Sigma embedded on the left chest, and tucked into black jeans, "Hey you." He tastes like fruit punch when you kiss him.

Your bodies sway slightly to the music with his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck. He reaches behind, pulling something out of his back pocket and holds it up in front of you. “Lollipop?”

“It’s...purple.” You take it from him, observing its odd colour, wondering if this was even necessary.

“I know.” He chuckles. “They really go all out.”

You shrug, unwrapping the sweet and pop it in your mouth. “So, you wanna get out of here?” He asks.

“But I thought you liked parties,” you blink, “socialising, hooking up.”

“I know you’re making fun of me but it’s kinda hot when you talk like that.” He eyes the way your lips wrap around the lollipop, unconsciously mirroring the movement of your tongue licking the layer of sugar off your lips, suddenly going thirsty.

You shove him in the chest and he laughs, stepping back. “I’ve been here less than an hour.” You say. Although, it’s not like you were planning to stay long anyway. You know that, he knows that.

“You won’t miss a thing, trust me.” He hooks an arm over your shoulder. “Besides, we can get started on the hooking up part.” He winks.

You leave through the back, avoiding the large crowd up front. You quickly send a text to Hana to let her know you’re leaving. Out on the lawn, you walk past a group of guys drunkenly singing to their heart's content and you flash them a thumbs up despite how horrible they sound.

The Eta Iota house is just a few houses down from the boys’ and you walk back hand in hand, swinging your arms as you go. Jungkook watches your smile, and the way you laugh when your arms swing so far back that it throws you off balance and you almost fall. “You look good.” He says, softly.

“I know, you told me.” You say without sparing him a glance. “I look good in pink. And these jeans are good for my ass.”

“No.” His voice is as soft as his smile. Looking at him then, you notice the tender look in his eyes. “I mean you look good when you’re happy. It’s nice. Does that make sense? I don���t know.”

Your heart leaps at the way he looks away almost shyly, focusing entirely on the ground as he walks, his other hand in his pocket. You close the gap between you and kiss him on the cheek. “I’m always happy when I’m with you.”

“I’m happy when I’m with you too.”

The rest of the short walk back goes in comfortable silence, you still lightly swinging your arms. But as you reach the front of the house, Jungkook pauses. It surprises you when he decides to take a walk in the park instead. You give him curious glances along the way, wondering what’s gotten into him. It’s a ten minute walk from his place to a park that’s your go-to for impromptu date nights.

You walk past groups of people hanging around, laughing with food on large picnic mats. Finally you opt for an empty space on the grass, not too far away from others there but secluded enough to have some privacy.

“Oh my god, look at the clouds.” They’re big and fluffy, floating through the dark sky. “I wish we could see the stars. That’d be perfect.”

Jungkook follows your gaze. “There are places where you can do that you know.”

“Yeah, I’d love to go one day.” You say with a heavy sigh.

“We could go together.” Jungkook says, making you look at him. “Like a vacation.”

“Aw. I’d love that.”

He smiles sweetly, then turns in place to face you. “I went to look for places which were hiring earlier.”

“You did? Why?”

“Aren’t you...quitting your job?” He looks at you confused. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

“Yeah but, there’s no rush.”

“Just wanna make sure you have something to fall back on.” He says, checking his phone. “So, the bakery right next to the cafe is hiring.”

“Jungkook,” you laugh, “I can’t quit and then take up a job next door!”

“I know but, just in case.” He goes on, looking upwards as he recalls. “The school’s also looking for a part-time librarian⎼”

“Baby no, that’s so boring.” You groan. “I thought I’d look for something more...exciting. Like a routesetter maybe?”

“I didn’t know you rock climb?”

“Oh I don’t.” He looks at you with a blank expression on his face. “What? I can learn to!”

"You're weird." He shakes his head and taps your nose. "Why would you wanna go out of your way for a part time job?"

"Cause...it's fun?"

"Even you don't believe that."

"You're right." The wheels in your head turn at full speed, trying to make this as natural as possible. You have to be careful, Jungkook's way too attentive when it comes to you. "Okay, I'll be honest."

He perks up. Face filled with curiosity, as if ready to say I knew it, that something was up, and that you wouldn't leave your job over nothing.

"I'm quitting because…" You gulp. "I want to spend more time with you."

"What?"

"Don't be mad." You add in quickly. "I just thought that I'd get to have more time to spare for you if I wasn't always working."

Eyes closed, he lets out a sigh and drops his head with a little shake. The small smile and amused look in his eyes makes you smile too. “Are you serious? Are you running a fever?” He places the back of his palm against your forehead and then checks the pulse on your wrist.

“I’m fine.” You snatch your hand back.

“The Y/N I know wouldn’t make impulsive decisions like this.” He quirks a brow, “You know you need that job. How else will you pay rent? Get groceries? You don’t ever let me pay for anything.”

“I’ll find a job with less hours.”

“Less hours, less pay.” He lifts your chin up, pouty lips calling him in. “Don’t be silly baby, you’re not leaving your job.”

“Too late.”

“What d’you mean?”

“I...may have...emailed my resignation...earlier on.”

He groans and you cringe when he shoots you a look of disapproval. You give your best kicked puppy look which doesn’t work. “This doesn’t happen often but I’m really mad at you right now.”

“Don’t be.” You scoot closer and when he turns his head away, you move onto his lap, forcing him in an embrace. “I’ll find something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Go back to work tomorrow and speak to your manager. Tell him you’ve changed your mind.” He asks seriously. “I’ll go and have coffee during every one of your shifts so we’re technically spending time together.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m the silly one?”

“Okay fine, I’m sorry.” You sigh. “I didn’t think things through…”

“You’re damn right you didn’t.” He rests his head in his palm. “So, what are you gonna do now?”

“Spend more time with you?” You inch even closer, if it’s even possible with how you’re already sticking to him like glue. He doesn’t reply right away but squeezes you in his hold, resting his cheek on your head. “Are you still angry?”

“Yes.”

You lift your head off him for a kiss. When he sighs this time, he feels the anger dissipating. At the same time he curses the way his body betrays him when it comes to you. You can barely tell he’s upset with the way he responds so eagerly. The pleased look you give him after has him rolling his eyes. “You can’t be mad at me. I’m cute.”

“True.” He leans back, hands on the grass behind him. “But, we are going to look for job postings online tonight.”

“But mom!” You whine, folding your arms in front of you.

“No buts.”

“Not even my butt?” Blinking innocently at him, you add in a little head tilt until he breaks and starts grinning. “Thought you liked my butt.”

He falls onto the grass, laughing in disbelief and you steady yourself on his chest. “What has gotten into you?” He says, watching as you hover over him. “You’re acting so weird.”

“No I’m not. I’m just happy, like you said.” You kiss him on the nose. “You’re the weird one. Nagging at me about getting a job. Being a responsible adult and stuff.”

He flips over, switching your positions so that he’s hovering over you now. Almost immediately, you’re distracted by how dreamy he looks with the view of the night sky behind him. You run your thumb over one side of his cheek. “You did this to me. Plus I’m just looking out for you.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry. I can pull some strings and get you a job somewhere fun.”

He rolls over to your side and lets you rest your head under his arm, both of you watching the sky. You shift even closer, slinging one leg over his and draw circles on his chest. “Hey I mean, worse comes to worst, I could always come and work for you.”

Surprisingly, he laughs. Really hard. You lift yourself up and rest on your elbow to watch him. “Nice one.” He sighs. Then he notices the way you’re looking at him, face void of expression and brows up in question. “What? You were serious?”

“Slightly offended that you thought it was that funny but yes, I was.”

He raises a brow at you. “You? Want to work at a club? Doing what?”

“Bartender? Cleaner?”

“Don’t even joke about that, our cleaners are our most valuable staff. They clean, sanitise, then double sanitise, wipe up vomit, make sure the booths aren’t lined with nasty fluids.”

Your face twists in horror and he nods, proving his point. “Okay...fine so I’m not qualified enough for that. But bartending? I can do that.”

“No.”

“Why?”

He gets up and you follow. He ruffles the back of his head and dusts of the grains on his hands. “Baby, you’re not working there. I won’t allow it.”

“But𝄖”

“Y/N, I said no.” There was no room to argue, not even cheekily. He didn't raise his voice, but the tone he took was enough. Easing the firm stare he gave you as he said it, he turns his attention to his phone as it beeps.

𝄖𝄖

"Lucky for you, I told the manager you just needed a break to focus on school," Hana yawns, pulling up the blanket to her face, "you can come back anytime."

"You want me to give up?"

"Only because your plan is dangerous."

"Hana, I'm not giving up."

She sighs, turning over to the other side. “Let’s talk tomorrow. I’m tired.”

You push yourself off her bed and sit on the edge, thinking. Quietly, you pull open the drawer by her bed, fumbling around until you feel what you’re looking for. The little paper you tore out of Jungkook’s notebook. When he started sleeping over, you had asked Hana to keep it safe for you. You stare at the address. You hadn’t gotten round to visiting the place, especially since you don’t even know what you’re looking for.

“Turn off the light when you leave, will you?” Hana mumbles half-asleep.

You leave the piece of paper and close the drawer.

𝄖𝄖

Two days later, you’re back at his place. The guys are all over, making sure the house is ready for a party tonight. Each of them were assigned different tasks to settle to save time. When you arrived, Hoseok made sure to separate Jungkook from you, for the sake of efficiency, so you’re stuck in the kitchen with Jimin. Helping him with the cleaning, you listen mindlessly as he rambles on about something. He yells at every guy that enters and tries to steal some snacks but sneaks some into his mouth when no one’s looking.

Just as you’re done wiping down the chip bowls, Jungkook walks in with dark stains all over his shirt and face. He chugs down half a bottle of orange juice from the fridge before opening a bag of gummies placed on the table for the party which has Jimin groaning.

“What happened to you?”

“Car oil needed changing. Cleaned up under the hood too.”

“What?” Jimin shrieks. “You were working on your car this entire time?”

“Yeah?”

“While the rest of us were preparing for the party? Unbelievable!” He huffs, “You were supposed to fix the first floor bathroom⎼”

Jungkook signals for him to stop, holding up a palm. “Fine, I’ll go do it now.” He reaches out for your hand and continues to nod at everything Jimin says as he tags you along, the nagging fading away as you run upstairs.

“You should really go and help out.” You say, plopping down on his bed with a bounce.

Jungkook hums, “I will. Later.”

Sniffing the shirt he has on, he lets out a disapproving grunt. He removes it in one swoop and tosses it into a basket. You watch quietly as he steps closer, eyes fixed on yours. He leans forward and your hands grip the sheets as you lean back, looking at him expectantly. Then his arm moves past your head and reaches for another shirt on the bed, behind you. He snickers and you slap his shoulder.

“I’m leaving.”

“Aw, come on, don’t go.” He jumps into bed and grabs you. He leans on his side, propped up on his elbow, hand on your middle.

“I have to get some groceries.” You play with his hair. “Then I’m gonna freshen up and come back here in time for the party.”

“Great, I’ll drive you.”

“No, you stay. Fix the bathroom.”

“But I don’t want to.” He groans, and rolls over onto you. Almost naturally, your legs wrap around him and he starts kissing your neck, moving down to your chest, pulling down your shirt. You stop him, giggling. “Why do you always wanna leave when we kiss?” He frowns.

“Why do you always kiss me when I’m leaving?”

“‘Cause I don’t want you to leave."

The smell of your skin makes him smile. It smells like...home.

You feel his weight slowly get heavier on you as his body relaxes and melts into yours, nestling his face into your neck. He almost drifts to sleep with the way you’re rubbing his back. When you ruffle his hair, he lifts his head and claims a kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Kookie.”

You giggle as he drops his face in the space between your neck and shoulder. Groaning, he recalls the night Suga found out about the nickname. He has since, constantly used it on Jungkook whenever he can. “He’s never letting that go. Thanks a lot.”

“I’m sorry.” You laugh, chest moving under him. “I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was saying.”

Supporting his weight on one arm, he hovers above you while his free hand brushes past the side of your face. “You don’t remember anything you said that night?”

“No.” That can’t be good. You scan his face. “Why? Did I say something weird?”

“No. Just wondering.” He says gently, expression slowly changing into a smile that makes you forget you were even worried a second ago. “Don’t get drunk anymore. Suga likes you way too much when you’re drunk.”

“Does he?” You laugh, cupping his face. If Suga likes you, you can use this to your advantage. You can’t wait to tell Hana your plan worked.

When Jungkook hears the sound of his name being called from somewhere around the house, he groans and sinks into you again. You push him off you with much difficulty, laughing as he keeps plopping back down into you.

“Okay, they need you. I’m leaving so you can focus. I’ll come back later.” You say, when you finally manage to escape. Reluctantly, he follows behind as you walk down the stairs.

Just as you reach the bottom of the steps, you’re being pulled to the side, against the wall where he corners you into, hands on either side. “I’ll be waiting, so you better show up.” Down your back, up your front, his hands run over your body till they rest just under your jaw, making you lift your chin towards him. Breath hitching in your throat, he carefully brings his lips to yours, teasing a soft touch. Then he lets go.

He smiles like nothing happened and you catch your breath before racing to the front door. You hear a soft chuckle and turn to see him winking at you as he goes in the other direction. Hearing voices from the kitchen where the meeting has started, you quickly close the door behind you, ignoring the pulsing between your thighs.

𝄖𝄖

With a basketful of groceries, you stroll through the store, looking for anything you might have missed out. As you walk, you notice from afar, standing right in front of the refrigerated section your new friend Namjoon. You head straight for him, a little bounce in your step. When you stop right next to him, he turns slowly and carefully.

“Oh. It’s you.” He says as he realises.

“Getting some groceries?” You ask, looking at the shelf then back at him.

“Oh just,” he lifts up a bottle of juice, “getting my orange juice. I see you’re getting your monthly supply. You alone?”

“Yeah I am.” You nod, “My roommate’s busy with school stuff.”

“Right.” He smiles, then it seems like a thought comes to him. “Hey, you’re going for the party tonight right?”

“What? How’d you know about that?” You look at him confused.

“I have friends too you know.”

“But, you can’t come. You’re technically faculty.” You say, putting down your basket to fold your arms in front of you and stare him down. “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

He chuckles, then points and holds up a finger in front of you. “Actually, I’m an external instructor. So technically, I’m not faculty.”

“How convenient.” You eye him down.

“Fine, fine.” He sighs. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to a party, okay? I just wanna mingle.”

“Hm.” You chew on your bottom lip. Seems genuine enough. You can’t help but wonder if he’s there for something else. How will that go down with Jungkook? “An instructor looking to mingle with his students...definitely no red flags there.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Come on, I’m not that much older than you. And I’m not that kinda person.”

“That’s what they all say.” You shrug. “Well, I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

“Cool.” He winks. “I’ll see you tonight.”

He walks off way too quickly, like he’s avoiding something and heads straight for the checkout counter. Of course you know why he’d go to a college party; the perfect place to sell his drugs. You can’t figure out if you should let Jungkook know about Namjoon. But then again, he almost always knows what’s going on. And he’d be uneasy knowing you know so much.

You pick up your basket off the floor and head for checkout yourself. Barely making ten steps, you notice someone leaning against the side of a shelf, watching you with his arms crossed, mischievous smile on his face. Your other new friend. How coincidental.

“Suga.” You say, a tone way too excited for his liking but he nods anyway. You walk over to him and stand awkwardly before him, holding your basket with both hands in front of you. “Hi.”

“Hey cutie.” He searches for someone behind you. “Where’s Jungkook?”

“Oh he’s back at home.” You smile. “They’re getting ready for rush week. And the party tonight.”

“Am I invited?”

“Oh, um…” You can tell he’s joking, but you can’t be too sure. How interesting would it be to have Jungkook, Namjoon and Suga in one place. You wonder what would happen if they met.

You chuckle nervously without giving an answer and he shrugs it off. “I was kidding.”

“I guess you can come if you want to.” You say with a tiny shrug. “I’m sure Jungkook won’t mind.”

He changes the subject almost immediately, offering to help you carry your basket, which you politely decline. He walks with you to the counter. “So who was that guy you were talking to?”

Oh, he’s an instructor from school and also the new drug dealer in town. “Oh him? He’s the new self-defense instructor on campus.”

“Really?” He looks amused, and bites his bottom lip in a half-smile. “Cool. And you guys are friends?”

“Yeah. Kinda.” You place your basket on the counter and help the cashier to unload the items to scan. You don’t notice the way Suga laughs silently to himself, shaking his head.

“You know what, I gotta go.” Suga says, walking backwards towards the exit. You don’t even manage to reply to him before he takes off. “Let’s drink again sometime soon!”

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Hana is less than pleased to know about your run-ins. She looks at you with daggers in her eyes. “You have to stop this. He obviously knows your plan."

"Stop overreacting. How could he possibly know that?"

She shrugs. The loud music drowns out your voices from being overheard by those around you. "It's hard to believe it was a coincidence running into him.” She says and you sigh, choosing to ignore her.

The last you saw Jungkook, he was laughing away with a group of people. You didn’t want to bother him, he’d be busy anyway trying to get freshies on his side. But it’s been a while and now you don’t see him anywhere.

While Hana mingles, you go off to look for him. In the kitchen, you find Jimin doing shots of something that doesn’t look edible with a bunch of guys cheering him on. But no Jungkook. You peek out on the deck out back but he’s not there either. A hand on the sliding doors, you sigh and step out into the courtyard, breathing in air that doesn’t smell like sweat.

You pause when you step down the stairs and spot something, squinting at the sight of two guys in the far end of the backyard, right by the bush-lined fence. Recognising that jacket, you realise one of them is Jungkook. He then pulls something out of his pocket and shakes hands with the other guy. You turn back before he spots you. Probably just a polite handshake. Maybe with an old friend. Yup.

Step back inside, you’re being stopped by a hand on your arm. “You look flustered.” He says.

“Hi Hoseok.” You force a smile. “It’s warm in here.”

His eyes flicker over to the backyard and back at you. “This is what he does at parties. It’s how he distributes them.”

“So?” You look around uncomfortably.

“I know you don’t like it either.” He stops you before you can reply. “Can you meet me outside in ten minutes? It’s important.”

“You’re already here, what is it? No one’s paying any attention to us anyway.”

“I can’t.”

The sceptical look you give him has him feeling restless. “Trust me, it’s very important.”

From the tone of his voice, he sounds sincere. You don’t want to, but do you want to risk not knowing something that could help you help Jungkook? You hate this. After a long pause, you nod reluctantly. “Fine.”

Neither of you realised the two figures approaching until they’re walking up the steps. Hoseok and you share a look, as if pleading to the other to act normal. As they reach the door, you see now that Jae is the other guy. He greets you as he walks past, then blends into the crowd. Behind him, Jungkook spares you a curious look at the little exchange. He then notices Hoseok’s presence.

“What’s going on?” He looks back and forth at the two of you. “You look upset.”

“Hm? Oh no, I’m fine.” You muster up your best smile. “We were just talking about the guy who puked in the sink earlier.”

“Speaking of which, I should go make sure he’s not puking elsewhere.” Hoseok says, taking his leave.

You can’t tell if Jungkook bought that but he doesn’t question it. His demeanour changes as soon as Hoseok leaves, directing his attention on you. “He wasn’t bothering you, was he?”

“No.” You smile. “I ran into him while looking for some food.”

“Oh⎼”

He doesn’t get a chance to continue when someone he knows slaps him on the back. They chat for a while as he keeps you close next to him, even when you try to pry his fingers off. The other guy drags him somewhere but before he goes, he turns to you. “Grab some food and meet me upstairs, I’ll just be a second.” He winks, stealing a kiss.

“You don’t have to. I’ll just come find you later on it’s fine𝄖”

“You’re not getting rid of me babe.” He jokes and you let out an awkward laugh as he goes.

You haven’t mastered being in two places at once, you’re not a ninja. And in a few minutes, Hoseok will be waiting for you outside. And Jungkook upstairs. You groan, searching the cabinets for some snacks before heading up to Jungkook’s room.

That’s when you notice a familiar blond head among the crowd you. It distracts you. You could’ve sworn that was Suga. But too many people are blocking your line of sight. As you reach the spot you had possibly seen him, he’s gone. You don’t have time to think about this. Swiftly, you run up the steps and head right for Jungkook’s door. And of course, a familiar face exits the washroom on the same floor.

“Namjoon.”

“Why do you look so surprised to see me?” He raises a brow with a playful smile on his face. “I told you I was coming.

You shake your head and look behind you. “Nothing I was just⎼”

“Hogging all the snacks?” He gestures towards the food you’re cradling in your arms and you laugh.

“There’s more downstairs.” You reassure him.

As if on cue, footsteps move swiftly up the stairs and you glance behind to find Jungkook halfway up, a cautious look on his face as he approaches you. Namjoon nods politely. For a moment it’s like you can no longer hear the music blasting, enveloped by the awkward silence.

“Uh, Jungkook this is Namjoon.” You notice the way his jaw clenches as he takes Namjoon’s outstretched hand in his. “And this is Jungkook.”

“The boyfriend. Nice to meet you.” He flashes a blinding smile Jungkook’s way.

“Likewise.”

Namjoon reads the room well and you’re thankful for it. He excuses himself, saving you from having to grease the conversation any further. “See you guys around.” He says, leaving.

Jungkook opens the door for you and you drop the snacks on his table. His fingers immediately wrap around you, lifting you up and throwing you onto the bed. “Finally." He mutters pulling you in.

You giggle nervously as he kisses you all over, pulling away from him. He shoots you a confused look. "Wait I...need the toilet."

He throws his head back but moves aside to let you go. "Okay. I'll wait."

Hurrying out, you close the door and run downstairs, rushing past the sea of bodies to the front door. Once outside, you look around scanning the few faces there for him. Hoseok stands around the corner at the side of the house and calls out your name.

The front and back of the house is well lit, but not the sides. Both of you stand in the shadows by the wall, waiting for him to speak. But he doesn't, instead, he looks around anxiously.

"Hoseok, what is it? You said this is important!" You hiss. "I can't be too long, Jungkook's waiting for me."

"Just give him a second, he'll be here."

"Who?"

"He's here." His eyes focus on a man wearing a navy sweatshirt, hoodie pulled up so you can't really see who it is. He only pulls it down when he joins you in the shadows.

"Hi."

"Y/N, this is Seokjin. He works with my friend."

"Oh. Hello." You watch him curiously. If you could describe a smile as being trustworthy, it would be his.

"Thanks for meeting me," he starts, "I’ll make it quick. It's about a case I'm sure the two of you are familiar with. Actually, I'm here to speak to you, Y/N."

"Me?" You ask, worrying.

"As you know we have an agent working undercover. He's seen you around and since you know about this operation, he’s worried you might get too close, given your relationship with one of the suspects involved. We want to make sure you stay out of it as much as possible."

"But I'm not doing anything to jeopardise the operation."

"We know." He nods, "But still, we have to emphasise that these people are dangerous. You do not want to get involved. You shouldn’t know about this operation in the first place, but nothing we can do about that now.”

Hoseok’s eyes downcast and hands hide in his pockets, knowing he wasn’t supposed to reveal anything to you. “He’s okay right?” He asks softly.

“He’s fine. He personally contacted me to speak with you. And he’s sorry he hasn’t answered his phone, it’s too risky.”

“Who’s this guy again? Do I know him?” You ask.

“You already know too much as it is. I can’t reveal the name of our agent. We can’t risk him getting exposed, it could cost him his life.”

Silence ensues. It’s uncomfortable to think about how someone could literally die from an unfortunate slip of the tongue. You wait for someone to diffuse the tension. Hoseok looks like he’s in thought, opening his mouth to speak then stopping. Seokjin beats him to it. “In case it’s not clear enough, your plan ends here Y/N.”

How does he⎼ oh. So that’s why Hoseok looks troubled. You stare him down and mutter through clenched teeth. “You told him.”  

“I didn’t mean to!” He spits out. “When Seokjin called me earlier, I got reminded of you. I had to tell him. And I know you wouldn’t listen to me anyway, so I got him to come here.”

“Listen. I just want to help Jungkook, that’s all.” You sigh. “I promise I won’t get in the way.”

“I get it. Hoseok’s explained it to me.” It’s Seokjin’s turn to sigh. “Doesn’t matter what your intentions are, it’s best if you stay away.”

You look helplessly over at Hoseok, then reluctantly agree with a nod. “I’ll try.”

“No, you see, this isn’t a request. It’s an order. There is a chance you’ll get convicted as part of the group if you don’t keep your distance. Is that what you want?”

“No. But𝄖”

“Good, so we’re on the same page.”

“No, we’re not.” Huffing, you step closer to him. “I’m not doing this for fun. I’m trying to get my boyfriend out of there.”

“I understand. But there’s no telling what could happen. Let us handle it. If he’s innocent, then you don’t have anything to worry about. The most important thing here is that you don’t end up getting caught up in the mess. Do you really want to be associated with criminals?”

“Jungkook’s not a criminal.”

Seokjin holds up his hands in a surrender. “That’s not what I meant.”

Hoseok gulps, gently touching your arm. “Y/N please. Let them handle it.”

“I am letting them handle it.” You say stubbornly before turning back to Seokjin. “Look, I’m just here for Jungkook. Tell that to your guy. I won’t stand in the way of the operation.”

“You do know that this is all off the record?” Seokjin starts, “That means even though our undercover, as well as I, am aware that you’re not involved, if by any chance you’re caught with drugs or anything illegal at the time of the raid, you might get convicted. There will be no records to show that you’re innocent.”

“I understand.”

“Alright.” Seokjin pulls his hoodie back up. Now you can only faintly see the bottom half of his face. “Take care. Remember, no one else can know about this.”

He takes off in quick steps, round the corner and down the street. Hoseok fidgets in his spot, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t make him do this to scare you or anything. Promise.”

“I know, Hoseok.” You smile softly. “But you get it right? Why I’m doing this?”

“Yeah...” he trails off for a moment, then continues. “You saw him earlier didn’t you?”

“I did.” You shake your head with a sigh, “Trust me okay? I’m doing everything I can to help Jungkook, like you wanted me to.”

“I never wanted this. I don’t want you to get hurt if things don’t go as planned.”

“Whatever happens after, I’ll deal with it then.”

𝄖𝄖

Feeling numb, the walk back upstairs feels like you’re on autopilot, barely hearing the buzzing of the crowd. You take a deep breath before turning the knob of Jungkook’s door, willing yourself to forget the last ten minutes ever happened. He’d read you like a book in this state.

But your bright smile is wasted on an empty room.

“Jungkook?”

𝄖𝄖

The next day, you're sitting on the running track, soaked in sweat after a long session of track and field. The coach bids his goodbye as the team continues their cooling down stretches. Hana plops down next to you. “So?”

“What?”

“You wanna talk about it?” She asks, picking dirt off of your cheek with her thumb. “You seemed really out of it last night. Barely spoke the whole day today…”

“I’m sorry.” You shake your head. “Just thinking.”

You decided not to tell her about Seokjin and everything that was said last night. For now at least. She already has reservations about your plan as it is, telling her about Seokjin would just freak her out even more.

“Jungkook called you yet?”

“Mhm.” Technically it was a text, wishing you good morning with a kissy face emoji. Not wanting to make a big deal out of the night before, you reply as you normally would. “Don’t worry about me, I’m just tired actually.”

She hangs an arm over your shoulder and gives you a side hug. “No more parties for you.”

“Yeah they’re kinda lame aren’t they?” You laugh.

After grabbing your stuff, you’re headed for the locker room. You're too deep in thought to realise the girls on your team giggling around you. It isn't until Hana nudges you then nods to bleachers that you realise your boyfriend is waiting for you. He salutes the other ladies with a winning smile as they walk off, before getting off his butt.

The girls mutter quietly, and you hear the words lucky and they're so cute as they leave you. Hana waves to Jungkook before walking ahead. Jungkook trots down the steps and lifts you in a hug.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty.”

“That’s okay,” he smiles, swaying you side to side, “not the first time I have you all sweaty in my arms.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs, then starts swinging your hands as you walk back. “Hey sorry about last night."

"Oh it’s fine. Don't worry about it." You say, with a shake of your head, looking at the ground. "You're a busy man, I know."

"Can I make it up to you? Tonight?"

"Alright." You nod. "I gotta shower first though. And you have to give me a ride back to get some fresh clothes."

"No need to dress up."

"But I want to." You pout and he chuckles.

The sound of whistling and yelling coming from the field gets your attention. It's the soccer team, practice still ongoing. It only just occurred to you that you haven't seen Jungkook there in a while.

"Why aren't you practicing with them anymore? Did you quit?"

Jungkook looks at you with an amused look on his face. "Y/N, I was never part of the team."

"Huh?" You stop in your tracks. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you on that field running after the ball."

"Yeah but I was never really on the team." He reiterates. Now you're confused. "I only practiced with them so I could watch you during track and field."

"What?"

"Have you forgotten? I'm on the basketball team."

Honestly, you hadn’t made the connection that it’s impossible for him to be on both the soccer and basketball teams until now. "No wait, you joined them just to watch me?"

"Yes and no?" He shrugs proudly. "At first it was because I got kicked off the basketball team. Then we started dating. I got to see you every practice. Then I got reinstated on the basketball team. And I didn't wanna stop seeing you during practice so I kept going. Until now."

"Jungkook that is𝄖"

"Sweet?"

"Lowkey creepy."

He lets out a tiny gasp with a look of betrayal on his face. "But...I wanted to see you."

You laugh at the utter disappointment he shows and pat his face, though it feels like a light slap, before running off making him chase after you.

𝄖𝄖

Laying on the hood of his car, with his arm under your neck, Jungkook listens to you talk about anything and everything. In your favourite spot, parked by the beach so you get the cool breeze and the gentle sound of waves crashing onto the shore.

He enjoys listening to you talk about your life; what your childhood was like, what kind of trouble you used to get into, your family. It’s like peeling off a new layer every time. Who knew you used to bully the bully as a kid? And let’s not forget that time you got detention for smoking in school but you only did it to get your dad’s attention so that he would stop dating the evil girlfriend who threatened to send you off to boarding school.

“Baby are you...a troublemaker?” He muses and you laugh.

“Well I was. I grew out of it.” You shrug and look up at him. “Kinda.”

“Would’ve never guessed. You’re so shy. And good.”

“Yeah. Once I realised how my behaviour was affecting people’s liking towards me, I changed.”

He smiles tenderly at you, always so full of surprises. You play with the hem of his sweater, then look up at him. “What about you? You haven’t told me anything about your past.”

Not once has he shared his own stories. You never asked because you didn’t want to pressure him. But you’re almost out of stories yourself.

Jungkook looks up at the sky for a while. You sense the hesitance. “There’s nothing much to say.”

“What about...your family? Do you have any siblings?”

There’s no reply, only the sound of the waves crashing and a distant laughter from a group of friends on the beach. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” Propping yourself up on your elbow, you see now the faint sparkle in his eyes. Could be the cool breeze making his eyes water. He blinks it away when you stare. “We can talk about other things.”

He smiles as his eyes scan your face before you’re snuggling into his side again. “I like hearing your stories.”

“But I’ve told you everything.”

“What about your first kiss?”

You groan. “I’ve told you that one. It was during camp. He pushed me into the lake after that because it was all a dare.”

“Oh right and then you threw all his clothes into the lake as revenge.”

“Yeah.” You laugh. “It was pretty funny.”

He laughs thinking about tiny Y/N lugging a big bag full of clothes and dumping it into a lake as the owner yells in horror. Who knew you had it in you. You’re always so calm and by the book, it’s almost like a whole other person.

“Can you tell me about your tattoo?” You look up at him.

He smirks, turning his head to the side towards the arm it’s on. It’s a tiger head on the upper bicep of his right arm. Made up of shapes, lines, squiggles, it has sharp piercing eyes. It’s beautiful, really. “It’s just something to represent my loyalty towards my brothers.”  

You’ve never seen this mark on the other frat boys, so you assume he’s talking about his other group of brothers. “It’s nice. I like it.”

“Mhm.” It’s tough to crack him. He never reveals more than what he thinks you need to know.

After a while, you pluck up the courage to ask him about the job. “Have you thought about what we discussed?” You ask softly, playing with his fingers.

“What did we discuss?”

“About the job,” you remove yourself from him again and this time get on your knees, “about me working at the club?”

He sighs, looking at you like the stubborn teenager in your stories. “I already told you no.”

“You won’t even consider it.” You pout.

He smiles, surprisingly. “After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that you’ve been rejected. You don't have what it takes.”

“Rude!” You huff, “I have all that it takes.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes I do! I’m tough.” You spit out. You strike an awkward pose, doing something weird with your arms. “I have swag.”

It makes him laugh so hard he starts tearing and almost choke on his saliva. Embarrassed, you laugh along, hitting him on his chest. Cheeks hurting from all that, he opens his arms. “Come here you.”

You drop into him, mostly to hide your face in his shoulder. He holds you tight, a content sigh escapes him as he does. “I love you so much.” He says into your ear.

Lifting your head up to face him, he smiles tenderly at you, softly tracing a finger over your face, the lulling movement making your eyes flutter shut.

𝄖𝄖

“You got a problem with me?” Namjoon says to the smaller guy.

Suga smirks bitterly, unimpressed by how the new guy has no respect whatsoever towards him. “I do actually. What’s your deal?”

“What d’you mean?”

“You appear out nowhere, get dispatched to our district. Same area as Jungkook no less...are you trying to replace us?”

“Hey, I didn’t choose the location.” Namjoon shrugs. “Maybe if you guys didn’t suck so bad they wouldn’t have asked me to secure the bags.”

He braces himself as Suga lunges forward, shoving him against the wall, his collar bunched up in clenched fists. Surprisingly strong for a small dude. “You don’t come work for us and talk shit about us to my face.”

Namjoon tugs on his clothes, pulling them out of Suga’s grip. He clears his throat and tries to calm himself. “My bad. Next time I’ll do it behind your back.”

“What are you up to? You took a job on campus, why? Jungkook’s already got that covered.”

“Like I said, I didn’t choose to. I was sent there.” He steps forward, making Suga take a few steps back.

“Liar.”

“Look if you have a problem with it, take it up with the lieutenant.” Namjoon walks off, angering the other guy even more. The nerve of this new kid makes his blood boil. There’s something off about him, there’s no way the bosses would send a new guy in for no reason.

He stomps his way into Kyun’s office, slamming the door behind him. Kyun looks up, sees him, and goes back to his laptop. “What?”

“Don’t you think there’s something wrong with that RM guy?” Suga says, pulling up a chair.

“No. Why?”

“He’s so full of himself.”

“Name one person working here that isn’t,” Kyun says, “besides, you should be thankful I assigned him to you. Jungkook’s been slacking.”

“I told you, the school’s keeping an eye on him. He’s taking it slow.”

Suga can’t remember how many times he’s used that excuse. He can’t come right out and admit that Jungkook has in fact been slacking. Or rather, distracted. Not to mention the time Jungkook considered leaving all of this behind. It’s no surprise the lieutenant’s picked up on it.

“Whatever.” Kyun mutters, obviously tired of having this conversation.

“Wait,” the wheels in Suga’s head turn and he looks curiously at his lieutenant, “you’re not doubting Jungkook are you? Did you send RM in to replace him?”

“If Jungkook’s doing a good job like you seem to think he is, why would you be worried about this?”

Suga purses his lips, “He’s fine. He hasn’t missed any of his shifts. I couldn’t have gotten shit done at the club without him.”

“Numbers are still low though.”

“That’s because you’ve got the new kid stealing all his buyers.”

“RM’s good and the staff there seem to trust him. He stays.”

“Fine. Then get off Jungkook’s back about his numbers. He can’t sell drugs the same as before if you have another dealer there competing with him.”

Kyun thinks about it for a minute, then nods. “Alright fine. Anyway, it’s good that you’re here now. I can run through what boss wants you to get up and running at the club.”

It hits Suga that Kyun having doubts about Jungkook is bad news, at least, if word travels up the hierarchy. While Jungkook had promised to keep up, Suga intends to make sure he actually does. He can’t afford anymore slip-ups. Or distractions, in the form of you. He can’t let anything happen to Jungkook.

𝄖𝄖

Sneaking back into the house at such an ungodly hour, you guide Jungkook in the dark, careful not to make a sound.

Back in your room, his jacket and shirt are the first to go. He lifts you up and carries you to the bed, lips not parting from each other.

Slipping under your shirt, he unhooks your bra and pulls your shirt with it over your head. Lips smiling on yours, his hands knead your breasts and you feel your nerves reacting. He trails wet kisses down your front, fingers undoing your jeans and pulling them off in a single swoop.

He removes his own pair of jeans, leaving him in his boxers. Then, kneeling by your legs, he gently peels your panties off, taking in the view of your naked body, lighted up by the warm yellow of your nightlight. If he could, he’d engrave this image of you in his head.

His eyes wide and lustful, they trail over you. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers.

Hovering above you, he strokes the side of your face, before pressing his body to yours in a soft gentle kiss. He moves so gently, like you could break at any moment. When your hands wrap around his neck, he grabs hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head. You let out a soft whimper.

Jungkook takes his time, showering your skin with kisses. Starting from your neck down to your navel. He licks one side of your breast, teasingly drawing circles with his tongue along the nipple, then gives the same attention to the other. Your breathing gets hitched in your throat, feeling the blood rush down south.

He brings his mouth lower, hands now occupying your breasts where his mouth was. It sends you butterflies the way his hot breath brushes against your skin. There’s something different about the way he’s touching you tonight.

He spares some kisses down your inner thighs and watches the way goosebumps appear as they try to clam up reflexively.

Hands on your thighs, he pushes them apart and runs a teasing lick over your folds. Then his tongue finds its way to your clit, flicking it gently before his lips wrap around it and he starts gently sucking. You jolt and take in a sharp breath grabbing a fishful of the sheets.

His fingers delicately touch your folds, running a teasing finger over your entrance. Looking up from between your thighs, he watches the way you steady your breaths, eyes closed, brows furrowed.

It doesn’t last long and when you open your eyes, he’s hovering over you, licking his lips. Very eagerly you pull down the hem of his boxers, exposing his hard cock. His own fingers wrap around it, stroking himself gently as he reaches for a bottle of lube. He stares at you with a look you can’t read.

“Something on your mind?” You voice out.

He shakes his head with a gentle smile and takes his position between your legs, your thighs over his. Aligning himself with your entrance, he grips your ankles on either side. Slowly, he enters and you will yourself not to make a sound at the initial stretch.

Jungkook keeps a steady pace, watching intently the way he moves in and out of you. You can’t help but to stare at him and the way his abs clench every time he moves his hips into you. The flexing of his arms every now and then, keeping your legs steady. And the way the warm light casts shadows dancing over his body as he moves.

“Jungkook.” You call out for him, so softly.

He releases your ankles and leans forward, resting his body on yours. Pressing his forehead to you, he admires the look of lust in your eyes and the way you’re biting your bottom lip. “Yes, my love?”

Your fingers run over his face. You’re too occupied with the pleasure of him inside you that your brain refuses to put your thoughts into words. He chuckles when you only manage a breathy smile instead.

Your wrists get pinned over your head once again, and he watches you from above. Every thrust is deep and filling, his hips moving expertly to give you just the right amount of pleasure, leaving you a hot mess beneath him.

You look absolutely breathtaking to him; the parting of your lips, eyes shut and shaky breaths. Your breasts bounce with every thrust and your chest rises and falls with every breath you take. He lets out a low guttural sound and presses his body to yours, devouring your lips in a passionate kiss.

His hips pick up speed, grinding into you with calculated moves. You get lost in each other, a mixture of your quick breaths filling the room. The look in his eyes is mirrored in yours, waves of emotions flowing between both your bodies and soul.

Jungkook can’t describe his feelings for you. It’s something he hasn’t felt in a long time; warmth, love, trust, acceptance. All he knows is to tell you he loves you and hopes you get it.

Your eyes get misty as you let your own emotions get to you, feeling the twinge in your chest when you look at him.

Arms wrapping around his waist, your tongues dance between your lips. He knows all the right spots to leave you breathless. You feel it building in the pit of your stomach, and pull away from the kiss, no longer in control of your actions.

Jungkook feels it too, sensing the pressure between your hips as they wrap tightly around him. He steadies himself and gives you long, deep strokes, as he watches your breaths get quicker. The euphoric look on your face earns a grunt of approval from him.

Not wanting to hold back any longer, his hips grind into yours at a quicker pace, feeling himself reaching his release. His mouth latches on to your nipple, sucking it for a second before he hears small whines leaving you, signalling you’re close.

Willing yourself to keep your eyes open, you place a hand on the side of his face, making sure his eyes stay on yours. It gets blurrier with the way tears start to fill your eyes. “I love you.” You blurt out in a whisper and he rests his forehead on yours as he thrusts hard, one which makes your insides squirm.

Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat as he watches you. A single tear rolls down the side of your face as you start to reach your high. “I love you Y/N.”  He breathes out against your lips before capturing you in a kiss. With one hard thrust, you find yourself succumbing to the pressure in your middle, unravelling a wave of pleasure that courses through your entire body, chest rising towards him and hands keeping him close.

Watching you, he reaches his own climax, hips bucking wildly into yours, and you feel his warm release spilling inside you, his moans lost in the kiss. It takes a while before his hips slow down into a gentle rhythm. Your body goes limp as you ride it out, drained of energy.

He catches his breath with his head on yours and when you finally catch each other’s eyes, you share a giggle. He shines in his afterglow, a look of pure bliss on his face. But he could say the same for you, thumb running over your cheek to wipe off the tear stains.

In that moment, it feels as if you’re staring right into his soul. He stares back at you, as if trying to say something more than what’s been said, worrying once again about conveying what’s in his heart. But you just smile back.

“I know, Jungkook. I know. I love you too.”

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Hey, love your work! I was wondering if you could write a Frankie Morales one shot with prompt 33 from the kissing prompt list? Take all the time you need, and thanks! ❤️

Unexpected | Frankie Morales

Ship: Frankie Morales x Reader Prompt: An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Alcohol Author’s Note: Thank you so, so much! I jumped on this way quicker than I thought possible, it was just so darn cute!

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If it hadn’t been for the liquor making your mind swim pleasantly, you might have been able to think of an excuse for your actions. An ex you wanted to make jealous, a bet from Pope, because you just knew Benny wouldn’t have your back on this one, maybe even sheer curiosity. But the drinks had been flowing readily for far too long now, stealing your thoughts and replacing them with that same lack of care about consequences that had brought you into this mess in the first place.

Your eyes widened in shock as the realisation kicked in, your lips still tingling from excitement at knowing the feel of his kiss as you finally pulled away.

It had been a heat of the moment thing, even though the thought had been plaguing your mind for far longer than you’d care to admit. For months now, you had wondered what it would be like to kiss the man of your dreams, the very same man who was, somewhat unfortunately, your best friend, and thus, ought to have been firmly off limits. For months you had woken from dreams of him, had lost yourself to your imagination, had craved him in ways that no friend ever should.

But then you had found yourself drinking, more than you ever did usually.

Will was never one for a large celebration when it came to his birthday, always preferring to simply find an out of the way bar and have a few drinks with friends. Well, a few was a relative term amongst the group. It wasn’t long until a few quiet beers became shots of tequila, quiet jokes turning into rowdy laughter as you all slipped into intoxication.

And there it was, that lingering question filling your mind as you watched the quietest of your group smiling softly, those perfectly pouted lips curving enticingly and dragging your attention away from the topic at hand.

You were on him before you had even considered your actions, leaning forward until you were precariously sat on the edge of your own seat, not giving a damn about the way it shifted under you as those lips drew you in.

They were all you could have imagined and more, soft and plush, with the mixture of beer, tequila and that one glass of whiskey Will had insisted upon mingled with something different, something smokey and smooth and utterly addictive. He didn’t move at first, the shock of you darting forward to kiss him rendering him utterly frozen as his brain failed to come up with an explanation for your actions. In fact, it wasn’t until you were pulling away that he so much as breathed, following your withdrawing kiss hesitantly, a breath away from you as his mind filled with questions.

And then you were staring at one another, shock filling both your features as the group hollered around you.

How could you explain yourself? How could you ever begin to apologise for throwing yourself at your best friend? How could anyone else ever compare to the heat of his kiss, even when he had done nothing to respond?

Fear and anguish plagued your intoxicated mind, your eyes wide and showing every emotion to an equally startled Frankie. But he was too lost in his own mind to truly take it in.

He could find no reason for the kiss, but, admittedly, he wasn’t looking very hard. No, he was lost in the sensation of your kiss, even now as you shifted back onto your chair, your mouth falling open in a failing attempt at an excuse for your behaviour.

“I-” your throat was too dry to finish the thought, half formed though it was. Clearing your throat and looking determinedly anywhere but at the shell-shocked features of Frankie, you glanced hopelessly at your empty glass, both cursing it and wishing it were full all at once.

“I-” you tried again, but this time you were cut off by his hand, feather light as it settled against your jean clad thigh, uncertain and timid.

He was trying to catch your gaze, trying to read your emotions as he had grown so good at doing over the years, but you couldn’t bare to meet his eyes for longer than a second before the heat of a blush filled your features.

What could you even say? I’m sorry? I didn’t mean to do it? I didn’t mean to give in to the aching desire I’ve felt for you for so long? I didn’t mean to ruin everything?

Nothing could ever begin to touch on how devastated you were at your own impulsive actions, nor the way your heart had swelled at the simplest touch of his lips against yours.

But then his hand was moving against your thigh, his thumb reassuring you with those gentle caresses you had tried desperately never to overthink in the past. His other hand reached up to take your cheek in hold, so careful, so reverent, that your eyes shut on instinct, your body instantly melting into his touch even as the fear remained within your mind.

You could feel the warm rush of air against your lips, his own heated breath anything but smooth as anxiety ran like a current between you.

And then his lips found yours once more.

It was slow, gentle, but determined. That same care that Frankie seemed to put into everything was found tenfold in the way his lips shifted over yours. You almost moaned as his tongue ran over your bottom lip slowly, asking in that timid fashion for permission to deepen the kiss. Eagerly, you gave way, leaning into him, your own hand finding its way into the mess of curls that sat at the back of his head, below that tatty cap he always wore.

You didn’t hear the low whistles from your friends, or the groan of “fucking finally!” from Pope. It was like a cliche moment in a film, the crowd around you fading into the background as you melted against the kiss of the man you had loved in secret for so long.

When he pulled away this time, he didn’t go far. His hold on your cheek keeping you with him, his gaze filled with wonder and affection, and not an ounce of the questions you had feared.

“I don’t know what caused that,” he admitted, his voice low and gravelly as he spoke only to you. “But that needs to happen a whole lot more often.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier #my fic #frankie morales fic #frankie morales imagine #jupitersmoon167

[flowercrown-bard]

Cracked Marble

pairing: Geraskier

summary: Jaskier sees Geralt’s black eyes for the first time

content warnings: blood, self-deprication, angst

word count: a bit more than 1k

read on AO3

The world was sharp around him. Sharp pain in his chest from the gash the Aracha had torn into him, unnaturally sharp edges to everything he saw, the colours brighter than normal.

Only his own eyes are dull.

Dull and black and inhuman.

“Geralt!”

He had heard Jaskier run towards him even before he had opened his mouth to call for him. Even without Cat sharpening his senses, Jaskier’s feet on the forest floor stumbling over rocks and sticks wasn’t something that went unnoticed.

Just how Jaskier would be unable to not notice Geralt’s deathly pale skin and the spidery lines crawling from his eyes all over his face.

He was still a good distance away, but even so he was too close, close enough to see.

Geralt turned away and let his hair fall in front of his face, a vain attempt to keep hidden what no human should ever have to lay eyes on.

“I told you to stay back at camp.”

If Jaskier had done as he was told, Geralt would have had enough time to wait it out. To wait until the effects of the potion had faded enough to risk letting Jaskier see him or the night to fall and make it impossible for Jaskier to make out all the inhuman features of Geralt’s face.

Now all he could do was hope for the impossible, that somehow Jaskier would listen to him and turn back before he noticed the signs that made it impossible to ignore what Geralt truly was.

Geralt could keep his eyes averted and his face lowered, but what Geralt couldn’t hide was the roughness of his voice that made him sound almost animalistic.

“Geralt? Are you –“ Jaskier was cut off by a sharp yelp and the sounds of him slipping and hitting the ground hard. The stinging copper smell of blood filled the air.

“Jaskier!” Geralt was crouching down next to him before he knew what he was doing. His blood was rushing in his ears and everything in him screamed to make sure Jaskier was alright. As gently as he could he cradled Jaskier’s bloodied hand and felt relief calm his racing heart. “It’s just a scratch. Let me just clean it and it should be fine. You…”

Geralt’s voice trailed off and he stilled, his whole body tense and unmoving as he noticed that something was very wrong.

Jaskier was silent, his hands were unusually still and even his breathing had stopped. Only his heart was beating loudly, harshly, as if Jaskier thought himself in danger. As if -

Geralt dropped Jaskier’s hand as if he had burned it and stumbled backwards.

It took all his power not to look at Jaskier’s face, to search for a sign that maybe he was mistaken, that through some miracle he hadn’t seen Geralt like this.

But even so he knew the damage was already done. Jaskier knew and there was nothing Geralt could say or do except await Jaskier’s judgement and hope the rotten stench of fear coming from the man Geralt had dared think of as his friend wouldn’t be the last thing he had of him.

“What is wrong with your face, Geralt?” The words were sharp, cutting him deeper than the Aracha had.

Geralt wanted to flinch back, but he couldn’t risk making any sharp movements, lest they scare Jaskier off even faster. All the time Geralt had left with him was however long it took Jaskier to realise that he should run as fast and far away as he could and Geralt wasn’t going to cut this little time even shorter.

“Is this part of your mutations?” Jaskier had often been described as having a silver tongue, and so was he now spitting silver at him with these simple words and burning him like the monster he was. “Are you – is it venom? Arachas are venomous, aren’t they?” His voice cracked.

“I’m sorry, Jask.” His words were barely above a breath, spoken with as little of that growling voice as possible.

“What for?” The stench of fear got stronger and Jaskier sat up, his eyes darting frantically across Geralt’s face. “Geralt, what are you sorry for? You’re not… tell me you aren’t going to - tell me you aren’t leaving me alone!”

Warm hands cupped Geralt’s cheeks, turning his head to face Jaskier. Geralt could do nothing to resist. Not when it meant feeling that painfully gentle touch on him one last time.

“Don’t worry,” Geralt said when he finally saw the fear in Jaskier’s wide eyes that twisted something painfully in his guts. “I’ll get you out of these woods. Then you don’t have to see me again.”

“Don’t say that! Not as if it would be a blessing.” Jaskier’s bottom lip started to tremble and his voice was tight. “Just tell me what to do to help and we’ll both get out of here. I’m not leaving you to die.”

Whatever words of comfort had been on the tip of Geralt’s tongue, they never left his voice. All he could do was stare at Jaskier as he tried to make sense of his words.

Why wasn’t he eager to get going, to reach the town as quickly as possible and be rid of the mutant who had so disgustingly thought he could keep Jaskier in his life?

“Tell me what to do,” Jaskier said, determined despite the tremor in his usually so steady voice. “Is there a potion? Do you need a healer? A mage?  We can fix this, I promise-“

“Jaskier,” Carefully, slowly to give Jaskier enough time to pull away Geralt reached for Jaskier’s hands and gently pried them off his face. “There’s nothing to be done, nothing to fix.”

“There has to be!” Something watery shimmered in Jaskier’s eyes and a salty tang choked Geralt. “I won’t let you die. You’re too important to me to let you die.”

Geralt blinked. Something wasn’t adding up. “Jaskier,” he said slowly. “I’m not dying.”

“O-oh?” A shuddering breath left Jaskier. “But you’re wounded. And you’re eyes-“

“Potions. And the wound isn’t too bad.”

Jaskier was staring at him for an eternal moment longer, before he tentatively asked, “So this isn’t hurting you?”

Geralt’s brows drew together, unsure what Jaskier meant, before all thoughts left him when Jaskier’s fingers with painful tenderness caressed the skin around his eyes. “This is helping you survive?”

Geralt had to fight not to close his eyes, but he couldn’t resist leaning into the touch. He hummed in reply, unable to form words.

A smile spread across Jaskier’s lips. “Your skin looks like marble.” He sounded so awed, so relieved. “Cracked marble, like those statues artist had spent lifetimes perfecting and that are still standing despite time and the world trying to destroy him.”

“There’s that silver tongue again.” But this time they weren’t cutting, weren’t burning or hurting him. They still didn’t make sense, but they set off something warm in Geralt’s chest, chasing away the icy grip Jaskier’s fear has had on his heart. These words weren’t meant to slay a monster.

Jaskier huffed out a choked laugh. “What, is this you complaining about the fact that I didn’t sound any more artful when I told you I cared about you? My deepest apologies for it not being satisfactory, I was kind of under the impression you were about to die in my arms.”

It had been perfect. Looking a monster in the eyes and telling them you care about them? There was no ballad and no pretty verse rawer and truer than that.

“I would rather do that than see you hurt or afraid for your life.” Geralt’s voice was achingly sincere and underneath the inhuman growl lay a very human vulnerability.

“Don’t you dare,” Jaskier said and jabbed a finger in Geralt’s chest, mindful not to hit the injury. “Now get back up so I can patch you up and make sure you don’t die on me after all.”

“I wouldn’t have died back there. Not if it had meant leaving you alone,” Geralt said later, when the last traces of fear and tension had fallen off of Jaskier and he was back to scolding Geralt about not being careful enough. “Because I do it too. Care about you.”

Jaskier’s smile softened and his hand stopped dabbing at his wound with a cloth, instead coming to rest on Geralt’s heart.

“I know,” he said, looking Geralt in the eyes that were just starting to gain colour again. “And I know you didn’t believe me when I said it. It doesn’t matter. I will say it again and again. Until you believe me.”

Geralt was silent for a moment, just taking in Jaskier’s words, the way his hand didn’t tremble when touching him and how there was not a trace of fear in his eyes. He thought that maybe against all odds he was already beginning to understand. “I would like that. I would like that very much.”

#this is kind of bad #but i was thinking about Jaskier being silvertogued and Geralt seeing himself as a monster #and surely there was some angsty connection to be made there #I probably should have just written like two sentences with no context but alas #geraskier #blood #angst #fic #my writing #geraltxjaskier #geralt #jaskier #witcher

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

May I have a scenario/imagine, whichever makes more sense, of Trey, Rook, and Crewel trying to tame some sort of wild, magical invasive species of Poison Ivy that has taken over the greenhouse?

Crewel gives me perpetually disappointed wine aunt father vibes. This piece also lowkey turned out to be Trey x Rook, but you didn’t read that from me.

This imagine’s longer than my usual 1k word self-imposed limit, since it goes out to a friend of mine that’s been supporting me through final projects and exams. I’m not sure if they’d want me tagging them so publicly, but they know who they are.

Imagine this...

To Professor Crewel’s chagrin, members of the Science Club had never had strong academic intent. In actuality, the club was a thinly veiled excuse to bake cakes (just to find the perfect ratio of leaveners and sweeteners!) and to stalk watch students in their natural habitats (nothing wrong with an impromptu observational study, right?). Instead of test tubes and beakers, the lab benches were littered with cake pans and photographs of unsuspecting Savanaclaw students.

“I do wish you two would take this club more seriously,” Crewel would often gripe, fingers massaging his temples. “Science is not a play thing, it is a powerful tool with which we can use to redefine and reshape the world around us.”

Such were the woes of an instructor--but today, he had no time to lament.

Crewel’s jaw tightened as he gazed upon a sprawling mess--the shattered glass panes of the Botanical Garden, with massive stalks of ivy reaching for the skies. Casualties lined the ground--plants and flowers drained dry of their life, all withered and decayed. The ivy writhed in glee.

(He shouldn’t have been surprised that the headmaster summoned him and the Science Club to resolve the issue instead of hiring a real exterminator.)

“How unseemly,” Crewel noted, clicking his tongue. “Running amok and ruining so many of the specimens we’ve carefully cultivated... This shall not go unpunished.”

He glanced over his shoulder.

“Clover.”

“Yes.” Trey stepped forward, his magical pen ready.

“Hunt.”

“Oui.” Rook followed suit, smoothly drawing forth his own pen.

“The time has come to prove your mettle,” Crewel announced, rapping his pointer against his palm. His onyx eyes seethed with a quiet, controlled rage. “Show this overgrown weed what the Science Club is truly capable of.”

At his command, the boys nodded and tore off toward the Botanical Garden.

Crewel held his ground. The corners of his mouth curled into a condescending smirk as he addressed the poison ivy. “Come here.”

An arm of ivy flew at him, so fast that it was but a blur.

An alive, but livid, blur.

“Heel!”

A column of fire erupted from Crewel’s pointer. His attack slammed against the plant, settings its leaves awash in embers. The rogue plant let out a sky-splitting roar.

The battle had just begun.

Trey ducked under an arc of burning ivy and threw open the door to the Botanical Garden. Tucking his limbs in, he barreled through right as more ivy snaked in to seal off the entrance once more.

He could feel the heat upon his back, the earth quaking under his feet, and Rook close behind him--yet he willed himself to keep his eyes glued ahead, even as he launched across the threshold and into a terrifying new realm.

The inside of the greenhouse now glistened with ivy--covering the glass panes, slowly strangling what few plants remained. The Botanical Garden had always been warm before, but it was unusually so today. Sweltering, and almost so humid that the floors and walls seem to eerily pulsate with life.

“Keep your wits about you, and don’t look back, boys,” Crewel had instructed them. “Just get in there, and cut it off at its source--at the heart.”

Trey’s eyes darted this way and that. Green, green, green. It all looked the same to him. Where in the world was the point of origin?

“Got any ideas?!” He glanced over his shoulder at his partner--and his protective goggles nearly went askew.

Rook had dropped to one knee, pressing a gloved hand against the floor--now a carpet of vines. “Hoooh! What a fascinating specimen!” he marveled. “Such destructive power, and yet it also sports this emerald sheen... Très manifique!”

“H-Hey... No offense, but I don’t think now’s the time to stop and sniff the roses. Or, well. I guess it would be ivy in this case.”

“Non, non! There is always time for beauty--even in dire situations!” Rook insisted, his hands continuing to grope around. His eyes suddenly creased, and his smile turned sly. “Ah, te voilà.”

“Even if you say that, that’s not going to help us fix this...!!”

“Calm yourself, Chevalier des Roses,” Rook advised with an airy laugh. He cupped a hand to his ear and beamed. “Listen closely! Surely even your own heart beckons you to still your worries.”

“Heart?” Trey straightened, adamant as he folded his arms. “Sorry, but I just don’t believe in stuff like that. Come on, Rook. We need to focus--Crewel-sensei’s trusting us with this task.”

He cast a concerned glance at the doorway, ensnared in vines. They’d have to blast their way through later--but if they stayed in this space for too long, they, too, would soon be drained of all their life force. “We can’t just mess around!”

“Ah--but you must put your faith in me as well, Chevalier des Roses!” Rook insisted, pointing to the patch of floor that he had been not-too-subtly groping earlier. “I implore you to lend me your strength!”

“You want me to attack the gr--?!” Trey froze mid-sentence. He had become vaguely aware of a gentle sensation creeping around his ankles.

In an instant, he was yanked into the air, dangling upside down like a useless rag doll. Blood rushed to his head, and his surroundings spun.

“Chevalier des Roses!!”

“I’m fine!! I-I’m fine!” Trey called--though he clearly wasn’t. “I can just--” He waved his magical pen, the air growing tense as a small ball of fire collected at his command.

“Non!” Rook warned, startling his classmate. “There is nothing to cushion your descent, mon amie! You will surely break a leg--and certainly not in the theatrical sense!”

He’s right. Trey’s fire extinguished itself, replaced by a chill crawling down his spine.

“A little help then?!”

Rook’s eyes widened. “You would give me your trust?”

“Not exactly like I have any other choice.” Trey would shrug, but it was a rather difficult motion to pull off while suspended midair--and far more troublesome, his veins ran cold. It was a sure sign of the ivy sapping his energy.

“Have no fear! Today, it shall be my turn to be the chevalier.” The hunter grinned from ear to ear, magical pen in hand.

“Please, Rook! Any day now--before I become plant food!” Trey’s voice was hoarse--from exasperation, or from the magical ivy, he wasn’t quite sure. Perhaps both.

“Just for today, I shall be your Chevalier D’amour.”

And with a confident wink, Rook plunged the ivy-covered floor into a sea of flames.

The accursed plant wailed as it shriveled to ash upon a backdrop of billowing smoke. Embers flickered and danced in the afternoon, the Botanical Garden set ablaze. Crewel took a step back, grimacing at the growing fire.

A figure emerged from the greenhouse, carrying another. The professor squinted into the smoke, pinpointing the familiar outline of his Science Club members--Rook, cradling a pale-looking Trey in his strong arms.

“Puppies.” Crewel pinched his temples.

“C’est chose faite--it is now done.” The brim of Rook’s hat eclipsed his eyes, making the typically cheery hunter appear dark to match his tone. Then he lifted his head, basking in the sunshine, and that somber moment was over. “All is well and good again, as it should be!”

“I... I thought I was going to die,” Trey groaned. “... And Rook, I appreciate you catching my fall, but you didn’t need to carry me out like you’re an action hero in a movie or something.”

“Are you able to still stand after an attack from that heinous plant?”

“Yeah. Just put me down.”

“Oui.”

Trey stood on shaky legs--and instinctively leaned on Rook’s shoulder.

“Well, boys. You’ve exterminated the ivy--as well as just about every other plant in the Botanical Garden. How exactly do you intend to atone for this?!” Crewel snapped, whipping his pointer at his students. “I believe my instructions were quite clear--destroy only the heart of the ivy.”

“The fault lies with me, Monsieur,” Rook declared, dipping into a bow. “We dallied for longer than was necessary, and in a moment of panic, I unleashed my magic.”

“Always one with a flair for the dramatic. Unfortunately, that will not serve you well in detention, Hunt.”

“Wait. Crewel-sensei, that’s not the whole story,” Trey interrupted. “Rook got me out of a pinch--and he deserves credit for that. He’s also the one that found out where the ivy’s heart was--buried in the floor itself. I didn’t realize until it was too late.”

The professor’s lips pursed into a straight line. “Clover, are you confessing to your own negligence?”

“I am.” He nodded firmly. “I’m the one that deserves the detention.”

“Trey-kun is not responsible!” Rook protested. “He is the one that attempted to set us on the right path. I refused to heed his advice, which led to events escalating.”

“I didn’t listen to Rook when he tried to tell me about what I needed to do.”

“I should have phrased it more concisely.”

“You--”

“Trey-kun--”

“Enough. It is clear to me that both of you contributed to this chaos.” Crewel sighed. “... Hunt, take Clover to the infirmary. I will put out the fire myself.

“... Are you letting us go?”

“Of course not. Once you’ve recovered, Clover... you boys will be restoring plants in the Botanical Garden for the remainder of the semester as punishment.”

“Ahhh, I should’ve known. Riddle’s not gonna like this at all.”

“Chin up, Chevalier des Roses! At the very least, we shall have each other’s company!” Rook laughs, smacking Trey on the back and sending his peer nearly doubling over.

Crewel sighed once more--he was disappointed, but not surprised.

His Science Club puppies still had a long way to go.

#twst #Divus Crewel #Trey Clover #Rook Hunt #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland requests #twisted wonderland scenarios #imagine this

[thomotomo]

Klaus' surprise (Gender Neutral Reader)

Pairing: Klaus x gender neutral reader

Plot: You just had a shitty day, luckily, Klaus is here to make you feel better.

Words: 1K

You were coming back from a harsh day at work, completely tired. The day had been quite shitty, your boss had screamed at you because of an error that wasn’t even your fault and the real culprit just watched you taking everything in the face. Adding to that, the customers had been very rude, and someone took the meal you put in the work’s fridge, so you had to take a sandwich in the little supermarket that was next to your work. And as the time was pretty short to eat you didn’t had the time to eat properly.

Luckily for you, it was Friday and you had the whole weekend to sleep and more generally taking care of yourself. You couldn’t wait to find your boyfriend and just spend the night cuddling together. You opened the door and closed it quickly once you were inside. Once you put your coat on the hanger and took off your shoes, you noticed that the house was oddly quiet.

“Klaus? I’m back!”

You heard the sound of feet quickly coming toward you and your boyfriend appeared, a big smile present on his face.

“(Y/N)! How are you sweetheart? Did you have a good day?”

You smiled softly and went to kiss him on the cheek.

“Hello love, the day was… tiring but I’m slightly better now that I saw you.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad day, but it’s not the time to think about that anymore! I have something for you!”, he grinned, the smile blinding you. Just by seeing him you were able to feel better already, you were very grateful for this angel to come into your life.

He took you hand in his and dragged you to your shared bedroom. You followed him laughing slightly. Once he arrived in front of the door he turned to face you and said:

“Shut your eyes!”

You did as he said, and he once again took a hold of your hand and brought you inside the room.

“Tadaaaa! You can open your eyes now!”

You opened your eyes and in front you was your bed, full of seemingly soft pillows and a gigantic but equally soft looking comforter. Facing the bed there was your TV Klaus must have moved it from the living room to the bedroom. The bed was so appealing to you, but you had to change from your work clothes first, so you could enjoy it thoroughly. You looked back at Klaus and went toward him to kiss him hard, you felt a small laugh from him, his chest lightly vibrating against yours.

“I take that you like my surprise?”

“Yeah! That’s awesome, you’re the best! B-But why did you do that?”

“I don’t know, do I need an excuse to spend a great night with my partner that I love very much?”, he said while covering your face in kisses.

“Aww… You’re such a softie, that surprise is so sweet I love you so much. Thank you.”, you said as you kissed him hard.

“You’re welcome (Y/N), I love you too honey! Now take your place on that royal bed of ours!”

“But wait, I have to change from my clothes, I’ll take a shower too, so we won’t have to move later.

“Of course honey. During that time I’ll order some food, is pizzas good for you?”

“Always!”

He smiled and kissed you once again, leaving you so you could take a shower. You went into the shower, taking off your clothes and opened the hot water so it could heat before you start your shower. During that time you turned on your phone, turning on (Fav song) and slided inside your shower, sighing when the hot water touched your body.

It was such a bliss to feel something so comforting and refreshing after such a hard day. You finally could take off the dirt and the sweat you accumulated through the whole day. After rinsing yourself you stopped the shower and wrapped yourself inside a big and soft towel.

You went back to your room and choose your comfort clothes, you heard the front door closing, it was probably the pizzas that had arrived. Though you wondered how long you spend in the shower for them to be able to do and deliver the pizza.

When Klaus appeared with two boxes of pizza you thought that it didn’t matter that much, you were about to spend a wonderful evening with your lover. You both went on your bed, bringing a table to the feet of the bed, so you could put the pizzas on it.

“So what did you took?”

“I took raclette and the other is 4 cheeses.”

“You’re the best Klaus!”

His cheek turned a lovely pink as you grinned at him. You start to dive into the pizzas, first choosing the raclette one. Such a greasy meal was pretty comforting, and you couldn’t help but moan at the taste. Klaus looked at you with a little smile and winked.

“I hope you’ll do the same noises tomorrow.”

You coughed and laughed once you found yourself able to breath correctly once again.

“Do those kinds of innuendos when I’m not eating, or you’ll find yourself with a corpse!”

“ Mmmh… Are you sure it’s not because you’re getting flustered and you don’t want to admit that?”

“Shush and eat your pizza!”, you felt your blood rushing to your cheeks and decided to stuff your mouth with pizza. He laughed at you and finally ate his pizza.

After finishing half of both pizzas, you decided to put a movie and discussed for a while to choose which movie to watch. In the end you both agreed to watch a TV show, Hannibal. You finished the pizzas and then both of you slipped under the cover, snuggling together to keep yourself warm.

Klaus nuzzled your hair and kissed the top of your head. You smiled softly  and kissed his neck. He hummed and tried to get even more closer than you.

After a while you both fell asleep with a smile on your lips. Klaus was truly able to help you feel better.

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