#and my brain really did say Fuck All Responsibilities Today We Relax didn't it

[venusbby]

♡ characters/pairings: isagi yoichi x reader

♡ warnings: cursing, teeny tiny bit suggestive (oops)

♡ note: this is short but my brain today was fully occupied by yoichi so here u go also i am so horrid at titles that i almost thought about naming this 'victoria's secret' somebody call me an idiot sandwich right now ok bye somebody help me what do i even call this no title for now ok ok bye

🍁 — your boyfriend has taken the concept of your secret relationship a little too seriously.

"what are you doing? let me in." isagi whispered, eyebrows furrowing underneath his messily kept dark hair. although standing in your apartment's doorway gave him a little relief from the cool waves of your air conditioner, he needed to get in before anybody else saw him— but for some reason, you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"yoichi?" you stressed on the name hard, your jaw dropping slightly when you were finally able to recognise the deep blue eyes that stared back at you. "you're joking."

"no way, you couldn't recognise me?"

"of course not!" you whisper-yelled, opening the door further to quickly let him inside, eyes drifting from the two doors across the floor to see if anyone of your neighbours was watching. as isagi stepped inside and kicked off his shoes, you watched in astonishment.

"you think i'm going to recognise you when you're dressed like this?" you gestured towards his outfit, from his black face mask to his new shoes. once the door was closed, you couldn't stop yourself from snorting. the more you looked at him, the more recognisable he got— from his eyes to the rings he usually wore.

your boyfriend scoffed, hastily discarding his face mask and throwing it aside, followed by his jacket, then his hoodie, and then— why was he removing his shirt?

"it's so fucking hot," he hissed, running a hand through his hair which was damp at the base with sweat, broad shoulders tensing and relaxing every time he moved to fan himself. "it's so fucking hot but i wore three layers just so i could see you and you're laughing?"

you only stared, not being fast enough to take everything in, how he looked and what he was saying— until he took three quick steps towards you and his hands found their home on either side of your hips, "before you say anything, i'm here because i missed you."

your heart sped up.

only six months into dating the pro footballer isagi yoichi, and he shows up to your apartment in broad daylight dressed in all black hoping to get here without being noticed, just because he missed you.

there was no way he couldn't feel your heart pounding when you chuckled and threw your arms around his neck to bring him into your embrace. your smile was not going to leave anytime soon and by now it was almost normal for your heart to act up when he was around.

since you were just in a tank top and shorts, when you hugged him, you realised he really was suffering in this month's hot weather. there was no way a little sweat was going to stop you from balancing yourself on your toes to push back his hair and plant a kiss on his forehead.

you stared at his flushed face, not bothering to think if it was because of your close proximity or the heat from his clothes. "yoi, you didn't have to do all this. we could've met where we did last time—"

"i'd do anything for you," he cut you off, talking as if he was telling you a fact. his eyes softened, loving and apologizing. "and i hate that you have to drive ten minutes away to meet me all the time."

you rolled your eyes, hands settling on his shoulders now. "ten minutes is nothing."

isagi shrugged at your stubborn response, eyes trailing down to your lips. "im here now, so what's the point of all this? just kiss me."

as expected, your secret lover was quite desperate during the kiss. the last time you met each other was the previous week, after which your schedules struggled to match up and caused you both to pause your meetings for a few days.

the longing behind the way his lips settled against yours almost made your legs give up, and you were thankful for your grip that tightened on his shoulders, which coaxed out a soft hum from isagi.

your first instinct after pulling away was to pinch his cheeks. isagi wasn't in his trance any longer once your fingers poked at his face. "your disguise was kinda shitty, though."

"as if. even you couldn't tell if it was me at first." he retorted, lips still swollen.

"next time you come over, let me help you decide on an outfit that won't make you miserable. 'kay?" you smiled cheekily, thumb hovering over his jaw, and whispered. "and put your shirt back on, please."

"but i'm still feeling hot. don't you like the view anyway?"

you shook your head when you saw his grin, ignoring the last part (which was true). "no worries, i'll turn the AC up for ya."

he gave himself a B for effort, at least.

🍄 — val is tagging... + @hyomagiri (<333)

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[munstysmind]

BIRTHDAY CAKE - CHRIS EVANS

WARNING/S: Implied smut, Chris being adorable… that needs a warning, right??

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

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A loud crash comes from the kitchen, ripping you from your sleep. As soon as your brain registers its sudden return to consciousness, you groan loudly in protest and rub your eyes before reaching over to get phone from the bedside table and check the time.

It's just after ten.

You let out another groan as you stretch your entire body out before relaxing back into your boyfriend's king-sized bed.

You came back to Boston with him at the start of quarantine. Both of you were out of work with the film, and basically every other nonessential, industry being shut down so there was no real reason you had to stay in LA.

That was three months ago now and honestly, you both love living together. So much so that last week he asked you if you wanted to make it permanent. Of course, you'd said yes. The two of you had just slotted into each other's routines and quirks so seamlessly it was like you'd been living together for years. Your two-year relationship has never been stronger.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by another loud crash.

"Damn it" you hear him say, sounding extremely frustrated.

"What the hell is he doing?" you say to yourself as you get up and throw on his shirt from yesterday before heading out to see what all the commotion was about.

Pressing your lips together, you hold back a laugh as you lean against the door frame and take in the sight in front of you.

The kitchen is a complete disaster. Flour is everywhere. The floor, the counter... Chris.

Lord knows what he's trying to do.

"What happened in here?" you ask, causing him to jump and quickly try to hide what he's doing behind his back.

"I thought you were asleep" he says, brushing away the flour from the front of his shirt.

"I was"

"Fuck... I woke you up, didn't I?"

"Yeah"

"I'm sorry"

"It's OK. What are you doing?"

"Nothing"

"Then why are you trying to hide baking supplies behind you?"

"Well... it's your birthday"

"Go on"

"I'm trying to bake you a birthday cake"

"Chris...

"I don't remember it being this hard when I helped Ma as a kid"

"That's because Mama Evans is an amazing baker and did all the work while simultaneously making you think you were helping"

You make your way over to him and brush the flour he's somehow managed to get in his hair before sitting on the bench opposite him.

"You, my love, are a man of many talents but cooking and baking isn't really one of them" you tell him as you rest your arms on his shoulders and play with the hair at the back of his neck.

"I make a mean pesto egg, everyone loves them" he says, wearing the cute pout you love.

"They are an exception"

"I should have just got a box mix, I know I can't fuck that up"

"You went to all this effort just for me, you have no idea how much that means"

"We're stuck in lockdown and your family's on the other side of the country. I just... I wanted to make your day special"

"You make all my days special" you tell him quietly as a smile spreads across your face. You've never met anyone as loving as him. You don't know what you did to deserve him in your life, but you thank whatever greater power is responsible every single day that he is.

"I wanted today to be extra special. It's not every day that you turn thirty" he says with a shit eating grin that makes you roll your eyes.

"Urghhh, don't remind me"

"Hey, how to you think I feel, I'm the big four zero next year"

"I thought we were talking about me"

"We are, I was just saying"

"I can help, with the cake"

"Nope, it's your day".

"Is that so?"

"Yes"

"So does that mean I get to do whatever I want?"

"Yep"

"Then, I'm going to remove my boyfriend's shirt in the middle of the kitchen so he doesn't make a mess on the way to the bedroom".

"And why am I going to the bedroom exactly?"

"Because it's my birthday and I want my man to eat me out then rail me into the bed until I can't remember my own name"

"Well, in that case" he says with a smirk as he lifts his arms up like a child, making you laugh before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head.

You lean forward and kiss his chest as he takes his shirt from you and blindly throws it over his shoulder into the pile of flour on the counter.

He takes your face and kisses you, hard, before sliding his hands down your back to your hips and pulling you close, your chests flush with each other.

You let out a quiet moan as he starts pressing open mouthed kisses up your neck, wrapping your legs around his waist when he sinks his teeth into your skin before tracing it with his tongue to soothe the sting.

He knows exactly what to do to make you come undone in 0.5 seconds.

"Fuck, Chris" you gasp, threading you fingers into his hair as he sucks a bruise onto your flesh. You pull his hair, bringing his face back to yours and kissing him.

He pulls away with a grin, making you whimper and follow him, trying to lock lips again.

With a chuckle he puts his hands under your thighs and lifts you off the bench, throwing yo over his shoulder.

"Chris!" you squeal as he starts heading towards the bedroom, Dodger following right behind him.

"No Bub. Trust me, you don't want to see what I'm about to do" he tells your fur baby, slapping you ass as if to prove a point, making you squeal again.

It's about to be the best birthday ever...

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[ffauthor]

'Broken Screens' - Michael Afton x Reader

Part 2!-

Part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/ffauthor/722034282106929152/broken-screens-michael-afton-x-reader?source=share

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You hadn't anticipated to be holding Michael's now-broken phone in your hand today. It only makes you wonder what today will bring you. Reading the top message from thirty seconds ago, you knew something wasn't right. His screen is cracked, there are glitching colors at the cracks, and the phone is doing its best but failing miserably to do its job. The five simple phrases that were being tattooed in your brain made your heart drop. ''Michael, we lost the house.'' The sound of clothing implementing next to you sends you off into reality, Michael grabbing the phone from your grasp. You cleanse your throat before exhaling a small amount of air. ''I guess that'll have to be a new phone...'' You try to seem delightful and lighten the weight of the tension in the room, but it only makes Michael angrier. His knuckles brush across his hand, and he slams the phone down ten times harder.

It even makes you flinch as glass bits from the screen fly throughout the classroom. ''Goddamnit! Look at what you did!'' Was he really going to hold you responsible for this? Just as you were ready to feel awful about this gigantic jerk? ''What I did?! Oh, come on, Afton--this isn't even my-'' a spat of his spit spilled on your face, Michael was enraged and taking it out on you. ''SHUT THE FUCK UP!'' You slowly back away, standing just next to him but further away from where you sat. You were about to strike him with one of your sarcastic comebacks when you chose to remain silent in response to the text you just saw. He needed this release, but he didn't need to let it all out on you. ''Michael-'' He slid a rapid hand through his hair before pointing a finger at you, his posture a little unsteady, as if he was going to fall down.

He opened his mouth to speak but then turned back to one of the desks and buried his head in his hands. It didn't take long for sobbing to erupt around the room. You were still stunned, stuck in place, unsure of what to do. You'd seen Michael angry, irritated, and even laughing. But today, you were faced with two completely unexpected emotions from the one person you believed you could resist the most. You swallowed the thick bulb developing in your throat, and as an even louder sob made its way through, you quickened your pace and laid your hand on his back.

As his muscles tensed and tightened, you were about to pull your hand away, deciding that it was probably the stupidest idea you'd ever had, but when he suddenly relaxed under your touch and muffled his cries even more, you rubbed soothing circles, the fabric of his shirt grooving between your fingers. ''I'm so so sorry, Y/N. I'm so fucking-'' a high-pitched sob escapes his mouth, and the mere mention of your own name did not sit well with you. You never used to call one other by their first name; it was always your last name. It was just something that belonged to you guys, something that began as a joke and was held for a long time. Maybe he had the same strange feeling when you used his first name before he really broke down.

You weren't going to hug him as well. You were already attempting to soothe him in this situation, so you weren't going to be all mushy and throw down your boundaries. This was already much out of your comfort zone. And perhaps that was exactly what he desired or expected. a hug, a simple, warm-hearted hug that could instantly lift the weight he carries, but maybe he also understood that it wasn't going to happen. ''Don't even try to finish that sentence, Afton. I get it,'' you say, biting the inside of your lower lip. ''And maybe I even want to help you in some way...' His head shoots up at that, and the perplexed look on his face makes you snort a little. You could see him wiping away some of his tears, but not totally in cause you were fucking with him.

''What?-'' his voice was gruff and unsteady, almost making you feel guilty. But you may have already felt a tinge of it. Like hell, that would be the only reason for what you were about to offer him, ''I-'' ''God Afton, don't you dare say anything stupid about what I'm about to say next.'' He shrugged, still unsure but his curiosity growing. ''If you wish, you can stay with me... and-'' you exhale deeply, sighing and closing your eyes tightly. ''Not only you but also your father and siblings... I-I could make it work..'' Great, y/n. Stuttering right now? You inwardly facepalm, expecting to be laughed at, but instead, you are faced with a lot closer Michael, his entire focus on you.

''L/N, I swear to you. This better not be one of your crappy jokes right now because I swear I'm not laughing.'' You gaze at him, taken aback, before gradually relaxing your shoulders. ''I may be cruel, Afton. And I may hope for a variety of things. But I'm not that mean that I wish you were homeless.'' His eyes nearly dug into you, making you feel uneasy. ''I'm not joking, Afton. I promise you.'' His tears had dried, with only a few remaining in the corners of his eyes and his sleeve almost totally flooded, yet you could see a faint smile grow on the side of his mouth. ''L/N- I- You have no idea how much this means to me.'' You snort slightly at his lack of words, but you only pat him on the shoulder slightly. ''Oh please, your father hasn't even agreed yet.'' - ''Speaking of which, I really think you should ask him, or let him know,'' You cautiously pick up the skin on your neck, suddenly feeling very different from before: Happy that you might be able to help them, but a little creeped out that you were offering this to the person you are meant to despise the most.

You haven't even had a proper conversation, and this one clearly doesn't count as one, assuming neither of you knows what to say and you're both as speechless and weirded out by the whole situation, both in different ways, but also in the same ways because you're about to see each other a lot of times right now and partly because you might see each other somehow... shirtless. (at least you with a bra-) Your breathing quickens slightly as you shake your head, attempting to squeeze the thoughts out of your head. And now you're thinking about Michael fucking Afton inappropriately? You almost choke on your own spit as you turn to face Michael, who has this inquiring look on his face as if he has just asked you something or is going to ask you something. But you cut him off before he can finish. ''But, just so you know, This doesn't make us friends.''

#fnaf fanfiction #fnaf #fanfiction #michael afton x reader #michael afton x y/n #michael afton

[actualbird]

Happy birthday, Zak! I hope you had a great day! I only realised just how late it is now dgdkgfg the day's almost over. I wasn't expecting a new chapter of shovel talk fic to come today, but I'm not complaining!

Starting strong with the angst I see. It would've been more surprising if Giann didn't end up with PTSD after all the shit he's been through. And unfortunately PTSD doesn't really care if you've returned to safety or not.

I cannot believe Luke would rather a vase be thrown at him than Vyn's muffins. How good are these muffins???? I wanna try one...

I love Luke's idea of improving security being turn a formerly-normal room into something fit for a top quality near-unbreakable secret base. The tranquiliser dart in particular got me. Luke this is a hospital room cgxgjdgj

I see Giann has realised the duality of Luke now. It really is such an interesting aspect of him.

I really wonder how long the title Luke calls Giann would get if he didn't tell Luke to relax. My mind is just conjuring comically long titles that take nearly a full minute to finish.

Oh, nice Lost Gold reference! Extremely cute scenario too, of course Marius would do that. Man, Luke thinking about Marius' hands being important since he's an artist makes me melt a little. It's only a few moments before Luke realised he was in love, but he's still thinking about the little things like that. I don't know, it's just nice.

When I read this I did not expect to get smacked in the face with character traits that resonate with me xjgckhc but I really feel Luke on this one. Asking for help is so damn difficult, how do people do it?

FGKDIFGOC LUKE NOOO GIANN'S HAD ENOUGH FROM VYN AHAHAH!!! At this point I just anticipate the jokes, I can't wait to see how Artem shoots himself in the foot too. Poor Giann, the vagueness of all the jokes honestly probably makes it worse.

As always, I loved this chapter and by extension the character analysis that comes with this fic. There's something about seeing character analysis in the form of a fic that hits different from a regular one, though both are excellent and I'll gladly read any character analysis. Again, happy birthday and thank you so much for this chapter! I look forward to seeing what happens next! On an unrelated note, would you prefer I send fic comments on Tumblr or ao3 in the future? Now that I've sent a few on ao3 I've found that I don't mind either platform, so I'm fine with whichever you're more comfortable with!

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MILKYYYWAAYYYYYY :DDDDDDD!!! nice to see u again!!! i say this as if i havent been constantly rereading ur recent comments on ao3 while the ask was closed, but still sjfgsvdj

thank u for the bday wishes! and thank you for reading ch3 of "standard operating procedure (x4 speedrun)" ヽ(´∇｀)ﾉ

i was super excited about this chapter and quite happy w how it turned out so hrHGRHHH THIS COMMENT!! AN ABSOLUTE TREAT FOR MY SOUL!!!!

in order:

making characters go "no! my brain having trauma responses/mental health issues doesnt make sense! so i simply will not look at it! because TOTALLY a sensible reaction" is my guilty catharsis pleasure in fic jahsvkfhjasvkfa

luke Values Good Snacks!!! and vyn's muffins are the GOODEST. i didnt mention what kind of muffins they were in the fic, but post-fic-humously, i decree them as pistachio w choco chips. not overwhelmingly sweet and the nuts add a rlly nice texture that adds more nuance to the total muffin mouthfeel experience

i adore luke so much but YEA HES SO ?????? like, i think we, as the audience, r desensitized cuz we've been w him for so long. but i rmr when i first played thru That Scene in perso story 2 and Those Scenes in lost gold, i was like HOLY......FUCK.......WHAT?? tried my best to channel tht into giann

and also didnt have to try at all to make luke a hopeless bumbling rambler. just occurred to me that among the boys, i make luke and artem the bumbling ramblers, but luke is the one who goes into long loooong kilometric run-on sentences and loses track of what he originally says, meanwhile artem starts sentences. stops them. starts another. Oh God, Hes Fucking Up, Isnt He? He's GETTING A BAD GRADE AT TALKING!!!

the whole "marius fucks up chopping wood" during lost gold scenario was actually a fic idea i wanted to fully write waaaaaayyy back when lost gold was still running!! i never got around to it, but im glad i was able to use it here. it was wholly bcuz that whole resource collection thing put marius as 2nd most proficient at collecting wood and i read that to mean as "oh his pre-installed inferiority complex aint gonna do so well w that! lemme make it tender romantic" dgjhdvgks

luke: it's hard to ask for help me, the person writing this and making him say that: damn me too

tho jhvkJGVJH while that was 50% projecting (IT'S FUN IT'S FREE ) it is just another one of luke's many quirks in canon that make me wanna strangle him and hug him. so much of his lying is cuz hes scared, he doesnt wanna ask for help, he wants to keep ppl happy by keeping his bright and invincible sunshine boy image untarnished by things like fear and guilt and sadness. but hes trying to be better in spite of all of those, and that matters. and giann, right now, needs to see admitting pain matters

on the "sir" joke: luke, if giann hadnt stopped his nervous ramble, wouldve totally accidentally let it slip that it actually is a sex thing. tho his answer as it is in the fic is vague enough to NOT be construed like that, but alas, giann got his mind primed by vyn. so now giann is hypervigilant over anything that can be even ADJACENT-LY a sex reference. thanks a lot VYN....

deadass, this fic didnt start out w me wanting to make each chapter a mini-analysis microcosm of issues of respective-nxx-polycule-member contrasted w giann's own worries and anxieties, but then it just started happening and i went w the flow. and im glad i did! it's a lot of fun :DDD

and as for where to comment, i dont mind whether it's ao3 or here either!! ive started tagging comments i get via asks so i dont lose them, so whichever channel strikes ur fancy is no problem for me :D

all in all, hhGHGRHRGHH, THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS LOVELY COMMENT!!!!! im rlly glad u enjoyed this chapter huhu 🥺

#milkyway!anon #asks #commints #i run off to have breakfast now hehe

[teacupfulofstarshine]

today eighth-grade/high school me is Thriving because we are rewatching the 2012 animated teenage mutant ninja turtles and indulging in the nostalgia

we are also playing graveyard keeper because that’s what current me wants to do and i’m Thriving

#starshinerambles #my summer semester starts on friday #and my brain really did say Fuck All Responsibilities Today We Relax didn't it

[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

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Fickle Love (Akaashi x Reader x Bokuto)

A/N: So this was supposed to be for Akaashi's birthday...whoops. But its here now lmao ngl I just kinda wrote with no idea in mind and this is what ended happening so yeah. Hope you enjoy and happy late birthday to Akaashi 💞

Details: 7.8 pages 2,758 words

Date: December 8th, 2020

Warnings: Mentions of poly relationships I guess, angst if you squint, Gn! Reader not really a warning but I didn't know where else to put it

Theme: Akaashi wasn't the best when it came to love. Having a habit of ignoring you and burying himself in work. Leading you to turn to Bokuto which leads to some revelations and a question for Akaashi.

Love was a fickle thing Akaashi knew. People fell in and out of love all the time so he never trusted love. He didn't want love he wanted to avoid it. Avoid the heartbreak he was positive would follow. But instead he met you a bright-eyed student in his class. It took almost nothing for you to mesh yourself into his life completely and making yourself comfortable like you belonged there.

It took even less time for you to weasel your way into his heart and make yourself comfortable. Only a year after you'd met and he asked you out deciding that love may not have been as fickle as he thought.

Four years later and he knew he had been wrong love was indeed fickle and his proof was in the sight across the street from him. There you stood hands clasped around Bokuto's as he kissed your cheek. He waved before running off and Akaashi rushed home preparing for the worst.

A few hours later you slipped through the door "Keiji? I'm home!" You called hearing the soft pads of feet come up to you. Love was fickle he knew you were going to lie when he asked his next question "Hey Y/n. What did you do today?" You suprised him though. Only after you'd gotten over the shock of being called Y/n and not darling.

"I went to lunch with Bokuto today," You said happily slipping off your coat and hanging it up. He certainly didn't expect you to be honest about what you did today. He loosened up a tad bit in response "Oh? Why?" You laughed at his question "Bo needs contact with us you know that. But you haven't been answering his calls so we went shopping and I filled him in on how you were. Afterwards I treated him to lunch as a thank you," You smiled up at him eyes bright with nothing hidden.

"Yeah? Did you guys hold hands so he wouldn't lose you?" He joked and you shook your head "He grabbed my hands at the end of lunch because I promised him I'd bring you next time," you had laughed remembering the incident. Relief flooded him then no of course you weren't cheating on him that'd be insane. You were as loyal as Bokuto was plus he couldn't keep a secret to save his life and neither could you. He relaxed as he realized how wrong he was to assume something.

"Im sorry," He said suddenly while you tilted your head in confusion. "What for?" You had asked before Akaashi leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I forgot to give you your welcome home kiss," He rolled off casually hiding the fear he'd felt earlier. This fear had only continued to grow as the days went on but it was his fault anyway.

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"Keiji are you free today?" "No I'm busy," "Oh...Okay," 

"Keiji we haven't gone on a date in weeks!" "Im not stopping you from going out somewhere," "I want to go out with you though,"

"Keiji-" "Im busy Y/n,"

Two weeks this cycle continued as you walked to Akaashi's at home office. Two taps against the door and you opened it "Kei-" His eyes snapped up frustration was on his face but he took a breath before it faded. "What?" You sighed turning to leave again "...Im going out to lunch with Kotaro again. He says hi by the way," You left the room quickly and Akaashi blinked 'Kotaro?' Surely you meant Bokuto but there was no way you two were on a first name basis it'd only been a few days since the last lunch.

His eyes landed on the calender and he froze what had only been a few days to him was actually two weeks but still too short for a first name basis. You'd only know Bokuto for a few months and he'd known the male for years and still never used his first name.

He sighed returning to his work. He'd question you when you got back from lunch he didn't have the time to right now. Nor did he know your location so going to find you was like a needle in a haystack. A very big bustling city of a haystack and the needle being you with a slightly bigger needle in the shape of a volleyball player next to you.

He continued work for a few hours before his office door was thrown open. He expected many things when he looked up but he didn't expect Bokuto. But what got him was the fact that Bokuto was furious it was a look he'd never seen before on him. The glare he had on his face was enough to make Akaashi freeze. 

He knew Bokuto was typically happy like a dog but right now he felt fearful since now he staring down an angry German Shepard who was defending their owner. It was silent for a long moment before Bokuto spoke. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Akaashi felt his blood turn to ice at the tone Bokuto used.

"W-what?" He cursed silently at his own stutter Bokuto would latch onto the weakness he showed. "Whats today Akaashi?" Bokuto had asked in that same icy tone. It was so razor sharp and cold that Akaashi was convinced the room cooled and ten degrees.

"...Its December 1st Bokuto-san," He elected to answer the question instead of ask why Bokuto didn't call him Keiji. Based on the mood Bokuto was displaying he didn't expect to be called Keiji. However supplying the date only seemed to rile him up more as his glare sharpened.

Akaashi shivered involuntarily at it "Are you forgetting something?" He barked out and it was then that Akaashi realized Bokuto hadn't blinked yet. "No," he was confident in the answer. Your birthday wasn't until b/d and his was in four days. Bokutos had already passed but said male wouldn't have been mad at him. Sad maybe but not mad.

"Oh really? Then tell me why Y/n is at my place crying because you forgot that today is your anniversary," Bokuto had stepped towards him in anger and Akaashi took in involuntarily step back in fear. "They're at your place?" Akaashi asked and Bokutos jaw clenched.

"Yeah. And they are going to stay there until you sort yourself out," Bokuto growled turning and slamming the door closed with enough force to crack it. Akaashi stood frozen for a few extra moments trying to regain his composure after being afraid. He shook his head as he processed Bokuto's last sentence.

No you'd always come back to him, even if a fight had broken out between him and you, you would always come back. You had to come back he was your fiancé and the wedding was going to be in the upcoming w/f/s/s so he continued to work shaking off his encounter with Bokuto that had manage to worm a tiny bit of fear back into his heart.

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Akaashi didn't fully leave his office again until December 5th. He'd left it plenty of times before then but only for something quick eat or the bathroom or something to drink. In these moments he never bothered to look around the place but now on his birthday he did.

He expected to be greeted by your sparkling voice like you had done for the past four years but instead the house was silent. "Y/n?" He called out walking around the house was still perfectly clean. The last time he could recall hearing you was on the first with the vacuum running and the patter of your feet running around.

Since then he realizes the house had been silent except for his movements. As he walked into the dining room something glinted on the table in the early morning light. When he turned to look he froze there was your engagement ring. The thin band of silver sat there almost mockingly on a yellow sticky note.

He picked up the note and written on it were a few simple words. 'They aren't coming home - Bokuto' his brain filled in the missing words Bokuto had told him a few days ago "Not until I fix myself," he mumbled thumbing at the sticky in his hands. He knew what Bokuto meant he'd been borderline ignoring you for weeks to work.

Thoughts of your anniversary had left his mind but he didn't think it was that bad until right now. Forgetting had been the final nail in the coffin for you but he still had a chance. You weren't gone forever just temporarily misplaced. He rushed to shower and go buy flowers his brain running a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get you back and apologize.

He felt nervous and he was unsure of why until he remembered where you had taken up residence. Bokuto had never been scary to him, just a bright ball of happiness but the fear Bokuto had instilled in him a few days ago had lingered, and he was about to walk right into the lion's den.

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He couldn't see you as he approached the door. Maybe you were tucked away upstairs or in a place the windows didn't show but he'd seen Bokuto. The male was pacing clearly on edge and definitely dangerous but Akaashi would have to face him sooner or later so with a shaking hand he knocked.

Only half a second later the door swung open and Bokuto stood there mouth set in a hard line. Akaashi fought to supress the shiver that wanted to trail up his spine. "Is Y/n here?" He asked and once again cursed himself for sounding so meek. It was just Bokuto he wouldn't hurt him the man couldn't even hurt a fly! Although that sentiment didn't hold much when he felt like he was staring down the loaded barrel of a gun.

"Yes," Bokuto answered after a few beats of silence. His eyes raked over Akaashi's form judging him and seeing if he was ready to have Y/n back. "Can I see them? I'd like to talk," He was definitely playing with fire when Bokuto looked back up at his eyes. "About what?" He asked lowly Akaashi noted that Bokuto was staying quiet which meant you had to be downstairs. "I'd like to apologize for ignoring them and forgetting our anniversary," Bokuto nodded once before swinging the door closed.

He blinked in mild suprise "Bo-Bokuto-san?" He questioned wondering where he went wrong that warranted the door being closed. He was about to knock again when the door opened revealing you. Your h/c hair was slightly messy and e/c eyes half lidded in sleep.

What Akaashi didn't like was the MSBY jersey that swallowed you figure. The number 12 emblazoned on the front and long enough to cover your thighs. He couldn't tell if you were wearing pants but he hoped you did. You never walked around his house like this unless it was after a fun night but he couldn't assume things. Not now and he especially couldn't accuse you of cheating when Bokuto was on the staircase right behind you.

He could see that the golden eyed male was poised to attack when the conversation would start heading south. You tilted your head in confusion "Hello Akaashi," You had mumbled and he did flinch then. No pet names or his first name no, you had decided on formal. "Hi darling," He whispered the pet name but you merely shook your head.

"Why are you here?" The genuine confusion on your face made Akaashi feel a lot worse about everything. "Im here to apologize and seeing as its my birthday id like my present from you to be going on one date with me," He said slowly "Please," was tacked on as an afterthought. You turned your head eyes meeting Bokuto's and Akaashi hated the jealousy that crawled up his spine when his eyes softened.

"Um actually Akaashi I wanted to talk to you about something," Your hands had balled into fists tightly gripping the hem of the shirt you wore. A nervous habit you had whenever something scared you. He felt his heart drop in response to those words and you shook your head. "No no! It's nothing bad- well I guess that depends on how you feel about it," You were quick to try and sooth him and Akaashis heart swelled at the fact that right now even if you weren't getting along you still worried about him.

He didn't even realize you had led him inside until he was on the couch. His eyes trailed over you figure as you sat across from him. The shirt rode up enough exposing part of your thigh and Akaashi could see the hem of a pair of shorts. They followed their path until his eyes rested on the new gold band around your ring finger. It was decorated in a series of small gems that were the same blue as his eyes and he took a deep breath.

"What is it?" He lightly questioned when the silence began suffocating him. Bokuto was behind him somewhere he felt the stare being burned into his back. The second this conversation possibly turned south Bokuto was ready to jump in. "Well...I was wondering how you felt about the two of us becoming um...three of us?" You looked down afterwards hands nervously ringing together.

"...three of us?" He wanted more clarification were you implying a kid or something else? You hummed meeting his eyes before they flickered to the male that was behind him 'oh' it pieced itself together then. You were implying a poly relationship with him and Bokuto. He must have been quiet for too long since your hands began rubbing at your sides.

He scrambled for an answer he knew he was unbothered by it but this was...The two of you were only a few months away from getting married and you wanted to add Bokuto into the mix? Now of all times? He took a shuttering breath as he thought.

"Well...I guess I have to call the restaurant and tell them to change the reservation for three people then," he offered a small smile and your head whipped up. "Really?" You whispered and he could only supply a nod. 

"Yeah now when I'm busy with work the both of you can harass me into taking a break," it was a poor attempt at a joke but you had laughed anyway. He heard a chuckle from behind him as well and he breathed out a sigh of relief. "Keiji are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything...," you trailed off and he smiled "im sure but are you sure about Bokuto? Hes a little chaotic," He asked "Hey!" Bokuto had an immediate reaction to the accusation.

You laughed reaching out and taking his hand "So is it a fancy dinner place?" You asked as Bokuto came over to take your free hand. He watched your thumb move back and forth across Bokutos hand a comforting gesture and he noticed the minute shake of Bokuto's hand. Unconsciously he reached out with his free hand and took Bokuto's which seemed to startle him slightly as wide gold eyes met his.

Akaashi gave a light squeeze and Bokuto settled with a sigh. "Its the restaurant I originally proposed at so yeah I'd go with fancy," he answered after a second. "You're making me get dressed up for your birthday dinner? Despicable really," you dramatically sighed and he found himself laughing. "Well I suppose we don't have to go since you've already given me the best present I could ask for today," He smiled tilting his head to the side and looking at Bokuto who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a look of concern on his face.

"You alright Bo?" He looked up at the unfamiliar nickname eyes meeting Akaashi's once again. "M'fine just...I don't own a suit," He said quietly. The silence that stretched afterwards for a long moment before you broke it. "Kotaro what do you mean you don't own a suit you're a professional athlete!" "It wasn't an issue until now!" He shouted back love was fickle yes but as he watched you and Bokuto interact he knew

It was fickle but he wouldn't trade it in for anything.

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[tuancore]

Purple Hearts || {Part 4} :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader.

Genre- Angst | Non-Idol AU, Disorder AU.

Summary- I will continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing, but I won't let my love come in between your happiness.

*GIF not mine, credits to the owner*

The next morning you prepared yourself for whatever Mrs. Park has called you over for. Your mind raced with plenty of questions and the main question was— Why did she want to meet you in the absence of Jinyoung? But you were curious about the reason behind it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of your phone, picking it up almost immediately you began cheerfully, "Hey! JB!".

"Hi Y/N!" He chuckled commenting, "Forever a cutie, I see". Pouting at his constant laughs you shouted, "Why are you chuckling every now and then?".

"Because it's kind of rare to see you up so early in the morning let alone in such a pleasant mood. Are you sure you're not consuming drugs?", He asked pretending to be serious. Creasing your forehead in annoyance you retorted, "Stop it Jaebeom! And just tell me why are you chewing my brain so early?".

"I've called you to ask you out on a brunch~", He mused. "I don't think so because I've to go to Jinyoung's house today", You reasoned massaging your temples.

"Jinyoung's house? Did you guys—".

"Don't put pressure on your small brain.....I'm going because his mother wants to meet me", You informed between heavy sighs.

He hummed in response trying to come up with some other word, "She called you over.....What can be the reason?".

"I absolutely have no idea", You purposely put emphasis on no. "And to be very honest Jaebeom I'm so worried.....and scared".

"What's there to be scared about Y/N? She's just his mother plus you both are basically mother- daughter", He stated in a pretty chill manner, "You're not going there to become a Victoria Secret's model and what's there to be so worried when Jinyoung will be there?".

"The thing is she wants to meet me in Jinyoung's absence", You bursted his bubble. Almost choking on his smoothie, he yelled "In the absence of Jinyoung! Wait....What! That has never happened?!".

"I know and that's why I'm worried and scared!" You shrieked biting on your nails slightly. "Okay listen take a deep breath and just go for it!" He cheered.

"You're scaring me even more!".

"What can I even do? The way you're talking, your tension is seeping through my phone", He shouted back biting the rim of his glass, "Go and see for yourself, but let me know about it later".

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The talk with Jaebeom didn't go really well, by the time you hung up on him. Your heart was literally pounding terror which has now started to course through your veins. Yugyeom wasn't home luckily, he left a sticky note on the refrigerator saying he's going to hangout with BamBam and asked you to not to wait up for him.

Giving yourself a final look in the mirror, you let out a loud exhale "You can do this". It's not like you were scared of Mrs. Park instead you were scared of the reason she wanted to meet you and for some reason your insides were churning. A multiple questions swam in your head all over again. Is it about Jinyoung's sudden marriage announcement?

"Yugyeom..." BamBam called placing his right hand on his friend's shoulder, "I don't think it's a good idea to pressurize Noona anymore....She's already so hurt by hyung—".

"She is an idiot! A fucking idiot!", Yugyeom exasperated breath glaring at BamBam, "I know I'm talking about my elder sister.....I don't disrespect her, I never did. But she is practically killing herself bit by bit, Do you think she can handle it for longer?".

Shaking his head briefly BamBam expressed, "No she can't, but whatever the case maybe, you don't have to force her....let her collect herself.... everything is still fresh".

"Collect herself? She took three weeks just to cry and overwork herself....there was absolutely nothing regarding moving on. And Bam do you think you can move on from a person whom you've loved all your life huh? At some point I could think that she'll recover but.....she can't, because Jinyoung hyung is her bestfriend! He'll forever be lurking before her eyes....with Somi!", Yugyeom snapped, his face turning red from frustration, "The night of hyung's wedding announcement when I confronted Noona, I asked her why did she do this to herself....you know what she said?".

BamBam kept quiet giving Yugyeom the cue to continue.

"She said that she did it for Jinyoung hyung's happiness, and that his happiness is all that matters to her....", Yugyeom's voice lowered a tear brimming at the corner of his eye, "I feel suffocated living in that house now, there's nothing same about her.... she stays at work the entire time, returns home late....cries by herself".

Processing each of yugyeom's words and his pain, BamBam lowered his head realising how difficult it has been not only for but Yugyeom as well. He has never seen Yugyeom this sad and hurt before and same goes for you, but the thing is you were always good at masking your feelings and that's exactly why you're paying for it.

"Tell me BamBam, After all of this how can I let Noona suffer anymore and let Jinyoung hyung live a forever happy life with his beloved without him knowing Noona's feelings?".

BamBam understood where Yugyeom stood, "You're right... Jinyoung hyung must know about Noona".

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Staring outside the window at the sprinting trees, Jinyoung asked to the man sitting beside him driving the car, "Where are we going?".

"To Busan", He blurted giving Jinyoung a tight lipped smile. "But why? I don't remember having a meeting there Jackson", He tried to reason.

"We don't have any meetings there, but there's an important work for you there", Jackson smiled for a moment before looking ahead.

"Hmm....Okay", Deciding not to ask further Jinyoung zipped his mouth fishing out his phone, staring at his phone's wallpaper which was a selfie of you and him having ice creams. He smiled focusing on your cheerful face, and he missed your smile, your laughs. He missed you.

Sighing he asked Jackson, "Jackson, Do you know what Y/N has been up to?".

Creasing his forehead for a second Jackson asked back teasingly, "No....Why? Are you missing her that much?".

"I am missing her a lot", Jinyoung admitted looking at your photos in his phone. "Yugyeom said that she's busy, but I feel like she's trying to avoid everyone around including me and I don't know why, I'm probably overthinking right now but something tells me it's not only work".

"Yeah...you're overthinking! Y/N is busy with her official work that's why she's unable to hangout. Maybe after relaxing herself a little she'll be back", Jackson cheered in a fake tone, he always found it amusing how you and Jinyoung had some sort of telepathic connection, and that's exactly why Jinyoung could feel something off about it.

Hope you could also feel her heart, Jackson thought to himself.

"Hey Jinyoung, How's Somi? Everything good?", He asked purposely just to divert him from talking about you. Smiling softly Jinyoung replied, "Everything's good, she's good".

"I don't see Somi around nowadays?" Jackson asked sending a side glance at the man sitting beside him. "Yeah, actually Somi is not in Seoul, she went back to Vancouver......some family issues".

"Oh...", Jackson consoled, "I hope everything resolves soon".

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Entering your house silently, you locked the door behind with tears streaming down your cheeks. Walking a few steps your legs almost gave up, stumbling down the floor you hugged your knees to your chest crying harder.

"You have to break Jinyoung and Somi apart", Mrs.Park stated sternly. Unable to believe her words you chuckled, "Aunt...it's not funny".

"I'm not joking, you have to seperate them", Yanking your hands from her grasp you stared at her in disappointment. "Whatever you're asking me to do.... will break Jinyoung! He will hate me!", You yelled.

"Then would you rather let Jinyoung hate himself?", She asked her eyes glossy since the beginning but not a single drop of tear left her eyes.

"W—What do yo—you mean?", You stammered, your instincts sending alarms. "I can't tell you that for now, but if you don't want Jinyoung to hate himself, then you'll have to do that".

Resting the back of your head against the wall, you coughed a little from the continuous crying. You have seen Jinyoung loving Somi for an year now, you don't know how you overcame all that. Surely you wanted Jinyoung to love you the way you've always loved him but not by seperating him from Somi or sabotaging their relationship and that's the reason why you supported him in every step.

"If you love Jinyoung, then you'll do this. I'm not saying this because I hate Somi or something instead I care for her she's a great girl, but I also know about my son, he is not capable of loving her...and I don't want him to hurt her in the end".

Thinking of everything now, you can spend your entire life being his bestfriend rather someone whom he's going to hate for his entire life. You tried to protest but there was something lingering in Mrs. Park's eyes and voice that you came home agreeing to break Jinyoung and Somi apart knowing —

Jinyoung will never forgive you.

Part 3 | Masterlist |

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[blushing-starker]

Having a boyfriend that's a natural rule breaker becomes even more tedious because now it's two people conspiring together, itching to shatter social norms. Sure, they won't pull the fire alarm stunt to get out of a quiz (that's more Rocket and Groot's style), place mirrors on front steps to confuse Fury and nearly give the principal a heart attack (Loki with an exasperated Thor and cackling Hela) or hire a mariachi band to follow hall monitor Alexander Pierce (Steve had joined Bucky and Sam in that one); they'd never sneak into the air vents, fill them with glitter so the haughty board of directors would be covered in pink sparkles when they cranked the ac (Clint and Nat).

Ok, they did help with that last one, buying the shimmering stuff from T'Challa's sister and slipping five jars into Clint's backpack, but they didn't actually go into the vents.

But that's not the point. The point is there are limits to their rule breaking; Tony's spot on the football team and Peter's participation in the art club too important to risk on something as silly as skipping a quiz. No, they thanked their best friends, unhooked the window lock and slithered out only after finishing and handing in the quiz. They weren't amateurs.

Still, Peter knows Tony literally couldn't have chosen a worse time for their impromptu lunch date. (Luckily, he'd expected this exact situation.)

"Tony, they don't even have bad food today. We could just wait until the bell rang to meet up and eat at the bleachers. Like we always do a day before a big game."

His boyfriend swivels around, hooks nimble fingers into his belt loops to pull Peter closer, never once stumbling even while walking backwards. The grin he shows is manic, just this side of wild to let Peter know this isn't about haunting nightmares and bouts of anxiety. This is normal, too high on a feeling Tony Stark. Which means he won't head back to school unless Peter pulls out all the stops...

He's too exhausted from last night's art project to use up energy on the puppy eyes. So he sighs, tugs on the blue varsity jacket Tony loves to show off, kisses a dimple before turning this untamed creature around.

"Come on, I found a new route to that shawarma place with MJ and Ned last week." It sounds exasperated, but Tony knows Peter will do anything to keep him happy. Well. Not anything. There's only so many times they can discuss Star Wars before simply agreeing to disagree on whether Han and Luke are pan or bi.

"What, and you tell me this now?", Tony squawks indignantly from Peter's left side, freezing nose nuzzling into Peter's neck as revenge.

Like a robber caught sneaking into a vault, he raises his hands instantly before shoving Tony away.

"Hey, you were focusing on practice! If I told you, you'd bring Rhodey, he'd bring T'Challa and then Shuri would pop up and who goes where she goes? Bucky, which means Steve and Sam, who'd already be there thanks to Rhodey and of course Clint would somehow appear with Nat. We'd be together so Ned and MJ are gonna be teasing with Betty and half the guys in our grade have a crush on Nat, or MJ or Shuri or Betty or you. So what's the end result? The entire football, soccer, basketball and swim team eating shawarma a week before the games. I am not hearing Coach Coulson scold me for you guys breaking diet again. I'm already on his list, another situation like that and I'll have to run fifteen laps around the field."

"Oh come on, you can do those in your sleep." He could, but again, not the point.

"With a weighted backpack, Tony."

"Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't want that."

"Before cycling fifteen laps and then swimming fifteen laps."

"Jesus, why would he even do that?" Tony looks at him then, disgruntled at the thought of his boyfriend doing all that.

He shrugs, doesn't want to explain Peter had done it once when it all got too much and he'd needed to release the pent up energy. He hadn't noticed Coach watching him, ready to come help if he hurt himself. They'd talk afterwards, Coulson making him promise to never do that alone. Now it became a reward and a punishment. Peter won the art contest? Fifteen everything to focus his mind and not go jumping off walls in his excitement.

His students wolfing down a thousand calories before a game? Fifteen everything so Peter would at least "time it so it's not during the season, Jesus". To be fair to Peter, Tony participated in almost all the sports teams so scheduling was hard.

"Listen, just don't eat a whole animal, ok? We can split it, eat enough," he glares at Tony, pushing through even as the puppy eyes come out, "and then head to the movies. They're showing Aliens for a few days cuz of Halloween and I already texted the guys to come during lunch."

His boyfriend, smart and sharp and witty, just blinks at him. "But we have class after lunch."

"Technically, but I convinced Mr Pym to let the class out of lab so we could all hang out. It's the one class we share so now the whole group can see it together."

Tony stops, eyes wide and mouth open.

"You, what, planned this?"

"Yeah, something fun before tomorrow to take it off your mind for a while. Or, you know, not make it stand out as much. I know how focused you get, and it's really great, having that as a goal, strategizing and taking it seriously. But I also know it can be a lot, so I thought we should all hang out since each of us has something coming up and we aren't spending much time together. Which I get, responsibilities and family and school; I just missed it and I can't be the only one, right? So yeah, this was planned. Like, two weeks ago. When MJ found the new route, it was like a sign. And I really want you to relax and enjoy the whole, I have friends that care for me and a boyfriend that loves-"

He slaps a hand on his mouth, eyes impossibly wide and cheeks flaming. Tony and Peter stand immobile, the world reduced to beat up sneakers breaking the simplicity of yellow lines on black, a flickering neon sign telling them the shawarma place is open and two hearts slowly starting to beat again after that confession.

Ned would say it's romantic. MJ would bluntly remind them it's a bad idea to stand in the middle of the road even if they're saying I love you. And with good reason, since there's the telltale roar of a car bursting with teenagers, voices howling out the lyrics to an AC/DC song. And of course Peter notices the noise of rubber swerving against gravel, the screeching of old brakes and a few terrified shrieks harmonizing with a sharp wind blasting into him out of nowhere. Before he can react, Tony is there, wrapping his arms around Peter and shoving them both into the little patch of grass that grows from a crack in dirty pavement.

There's a moment where his whole world flips, tumbles until he screws his eyes shut and prepare himself for whatever the fuck caused that noise. But nothing comes. Only a sigh blowing a stray curl away from his forehead. But a sigh? Why would?

Tony.

He gasps, jolts upright and apologizes when that just serves to jostle his boyfriend further into the ground. His boyfriend who'd flip them so Peter wouldn't be hurt. Tony is peering at him through half shut eyes, discomfort clear on the grimace he tried to transform into a sheepish grin.

"So, you love me, huh?"

It's the stupidest thing Tony Stark has ever said.

"What the fuck were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt, you could have shattered a wrist, dislocated a shoulder, torn an ACL, bent a leg-"

"This is not what I expected. Also it was a three foot leap forward on grass, I'm fine, Peter."

"Or bashed your head, or busted an arm and then what would you do for the game tomorrow? Who the hell does that?"

"The guy you love, apparently."

"That's not the point, Tony, that's unimportant because you nearly got hurt. Christ, Coulson will slaughter me if there's a scratch on you, and then your mom would be sad and I'd be sad because, what would I do without you? And don't you ever do that again, I can't take it. I am not losing you, Tony. God, why would you do that, risk so much on-"

"On you? Babe, I'd do it again. Ok, not the right thing to say based on the whole face thing you got going on right now. But just hear me out. Don't, stop hitting me, ow, why are you hitting, how are you this strong, Jesus. Ow, stop it. Peter, for fuck's sakes, I love you, you animal. Now please let go of the jacket, it'll get wrinkles."

His hands unclasp the soft cotton, Tony falling back with a groan and Peter's unhinged jaw snapping shut after fifteen seconds of letting the flies in.

It's a wonderful thing, hearing the guy he's loved for so long say it back, say he loves Peter.

It's also fucking stupid since there's even more reason to not do stunts like that.

"You're an idiot. I'm in love with a guy that has one shared brain cell with Steve. You could have been hurt, Tony. And what would that have done, huh?"

His boyfriend sighs yet again, wraps an arm around Peter to push them from the ground and heads to the car where their friends are gawking. He waves them off, offers a "Yeah, I know I'm amazing, no, I didn't break anything, T'challa, yes, I can play, Jesus, Rogers, I can read you like a book. I appreciate the worry, Bruce; Nat, thanks for calming him down. Rhodes, excellent driving. No need to hog the seats, Sam, we need to settle in. Peter, you can keep cursing me out if you, yeah, see how it's nice being fun size when you fit in my lap in a car full of people. What, I'm not walking after that, I don't care if it's til we reach the parking. Let's go, Rhodes. Pepper, I'm fine. "

Clint offers a high five. Tony responds and that's that. Out of sight, Ned gives him a fist bump and MJ keeps on reading her book. It could just be his imagination, but Tony's sure she's smiling, approval clear on her face. He preens, glad to have her blessing, and settles his head on Peter's fluffy hair.

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When they're all laughing in a booth, smashed together and picking food off of everyone's plate, Peter nuzzles the crook of his neck, holds his hand and squeezes it. Tony smiles, lights up and shoves at Sam's face when the trio of best friends tease him for puffing his chest out when his boyfriend ever so softly says, "I love you."

"I love you, too." The table whoops and calls for another round of food and Coca-Cola, their family grinning at them and fondly teasing the new couple. Tony grins back, high on this feeling of warmth and happiness and safety and love.

And then Peter presses ice cold lips onto his neck and he lets out a shout, pain coursing through him when a knee slams into the table. His eyes water and through the haze of agony he sees their friends exchanging cash, some grumbling and others smirking. Rhodey and MJ, he notes, are the ones that win the most. They high five before pocketing the cash and ordering dessert.

Peter kisses his cheek, smile innocent and eyes wicked. It's his own fault Tony snatches an ice cube and slips it below his Nirvana shirt. He only has five seconds to lord his victory over Peter before there's ice cream being smeared on his cheek. They battle then, accidentally sending food into Wanda's lap, Clint's hair and Bucky's face.

In less than a minute they are all covered in shawarma and participating in the fight. Peter shrieks when Tony pulls him into his lap, gets chicken on the varsity jacket and tries to wriggle away. But Tony kisses him, tastes ice cream and joy, thanks whoever decided to give him a break and find this incredible person dozing on the roof of the school with Ned and MJ one spring afternoon. Peter kisses back and, at the same time, they say, confidently, honestly,

"I love you."

This is dedicated to @drarryismyshit07

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[honeyoongiah]

Crushes

Pairings: Jungkook x reader 

Genre: fuckboy!au, smut 

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: alcohol, explicit sex

A/N: Yay the first AU I’m posting on here! I’m excited and hope you’ll enjoy (:

You took a big sip of your drink and tried to think straight. Did you imagine that or did Jungkook really just look over to you?

Jungkook was your crush for many years but unfortunately it was his habit to just fuck girls on parties and not waste a second on you. He was one of the most popular boys in the university, which he definitely used for himself.

Jungkook's brown strands fell into his eyes and each time he ran his fingers through his hair. He looked really good in those tight black pants and the dark red shirt. You licked your lips and looked down. Unfortunately, you never really got over your crush.

Because even though you knew he was a fuckboy, he was a very handsome and intelligent guy. He was also funny and good at using his words. You sighed as you caught yourself thinking about him again.

It was also hard not to think about Jungkook if he watched you for the past 20 minutes. But that couldn't be true. You thought you just had a few drinks too much and that was all wishful thinking.

You tugged at your skirt and searched the room for your friends who had left you alone for a while. But they were already busy with their own guys.

It was really hot in your friend's house, which was due to the many people here. Everyone laughed, danced to the loud booming music and drank as much as they could.

Totally lost in thought you didn't realize how Jungkook had stood next to you and grinned cheeky. "Hello you." 

"H-hello?", you stuttered after you winced. He laughed slightly and leaned against the dresser as you did. "Alone here?"

"With my friends.", you answered curtly and shifted your weight from one foot to the other. He made you nervous and he enjoyed it, you could see that.

"I didn't know you knew who I am.", you said honestly in his direction. You wouldn't have dared if you were sober. Jungkook laughed again and your heart stopped for a moment. "Of course I know you. It would be too bad if not."

"Well if you say so.", you just mumbled and returned to your vodka with orange juice. You were not a big fan of alcohol but that tasted good. His closeness drove you crazy, but he didn't look like he wanted to leave soon.

You did not know if you should be happy or wanted him to disappear. "Won't you take a girl up to the bedrooms this time? Why are you wasting your time here?"

Jungkook's eyes widened, but he relaxed quickly and became the typically self-confident boy. "I don't waste my time talking to you."

You looked incredulously into his beautiful brown eyes. You have never been so close to each other. "You never talked to me before."

"And that was my mistake."

You frowned, it all felt weird. Were you his new prey for today?

And if so, did you want that?

The thought of disappearing with Jungkook and being alone drove the blush into your cheeks.

The mood between you changed as he leaned down to you and his lips gently touched your ear. "Do you want me to go?"

"No.", it shot out of you. You couldn't even try to sound normal, your desires answered for you before you could fight back. "Then I won't go, at least not without you baby.", he said and smiled, dangerously close to you.

Your knees were shaking. You knew that was your only chance to ever be close to him. If you rejected him now, he wouldn't try again. Even if it was a one-time thing for him and you knew that, you couldn't resist.

More minutes of flirtations and touch followed and slowly you felt that you were growing impatient. You've been wanting to sleep with Jungkook for so long that those minutes felt like an eternity.

When you sat down together on the couch, he put his hand on your knee and continued talking to the others calmly. You starred at his fingers and dreamed what he could do with them.

Slowly you felt his hand stroking higher up to your thigh, where he grabbed it a little more harshly. You suppressed a squeal so no one would notice, but nobody really paid attention to you.

As he drew small circles on the inside of your leg, he put his other arm around you and you could feel his breath on your cheek. You smelled alcohol but also the beguiling perfume he used.

You felt dizzy from his presence. "I thought we could go somewhere quieter, what do you say?"

Forbidden and yet so good, the bittersweet taste that Jungkook brought with him.

In response, you turned your head in his direction and lay your lips greedily on his. He responded immediately and pushed you deeper into the couch, his lips moving rhythmically against yours.

"Eager, I see.", he whispered against your lips as he broke away from you. He got up and gave you his hand, helped you up and pulled you out of the apartment, leaving the party.

Confused, you tried to stop him. "Where are we going?"

"To my place. Do you think I would fuck someone like you so shabby at a party? You deserve more.", he explained without stopping or looking at you. You got warm and you smiled at his words.

Why did he treat you differently?

When you arrived at his apartment, Jungkook didn't let a minute pass without brushing his hands over your body. He closed the door with a kick backwards while your fingers were buried deep in his hair.

Jungkook intensified the kiss as he ran his tongue over your lips and you gave him entrance. Both of you gave a satisfied sigh and he pushed you backwards to press your body against the wall in the living room.

On your way you had knocked over some things and not even turned on the light, but that wasn't necessary and you didn't care.

"Jungkook...", it escaped you as his lips wandered over your neck and sucked on sensitive areas. "Yes baby moan for me.", Jungkook groaned and pulled your shirt over your head. "Make me.", You answered, grinning to him.

First he looked surprised by your comment, but he smirked right after. "Oh I will. You will scream my name I promise."

His hand went over your thighs and between your legs until he touched your wet panties and you gasped immediately.

Jungkook didn't have to do much to make you horny since you wanted him for the longest time anyway.

He pushed the piece of clothing aside and made circling motions for a few seconds before he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them, not taking his eyes off yours.

He made you shiver with his gaze. "You taste so good, I've waited so long for this.", he mumbled and you frowned, but had no time to think about his words.

He knelt in front of you and took off your slip, but kept the skirt on.

He looked up at you and licked his lips at the sight of you in your black bra and skirt. "Sorry but your outfit is so hot, you have to keep it on for a while princess."

He kissed his way up until you could feel his tongue for the first time and try to find some support against the wall. Immediately you moaned and put a hand on his head, played with his hair and didn't take his eyes off him.

Jungkook also looked up at you, he didn't want to miss a second of how your face showed the pleasure he gave you. You felt the knot in your stomach growing stronger and your moans got louder. "Oh my god Jungkook-"

"Not yet baby. You won't come until I tell you to, understood?", he asked and you could still feel his breath on your wetness which gave you goosebumps.

His grip on your hips got tighter, so you brought yourself to answer him with a nod. "Good girl."

Gently he pushed your legs apart to give him some more space and without a warning he pushed his finger inside you.

You gasped and your head fell back, the pleasure too much to handle. "J-jungkook I don't think I can-"

Right after you heard him praising "You've been such a good girl, you can let go now. Come for me.", you came around his fingers and tongue, his name on your lips.

He let you ride out your high before kissing your stomach and breasts while getting up again. As soon as you could, you grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to kiss him.

You wanted to taste him as much as you could and as long as you could. The alcohol made you forget that he won't talk to you after tomorrow morning, but your longing showed that it slumbered somewhere in your brain.

Jungkook pressed his body against yours again and you could feel the bulge in his pants. You let your hand slide over it teasingly, watching him closing his eyes to enjoying the little loss of friction.

"You want me that much?", you asked with a little smile on your lips, your eyes finding its way from his dick to his eyes again.

"What do you think you're doing here babygirl?", he asked back and pinned your hands over your head, there was no chance you could escape his grip.

"I play this game, not you.", he clarified and you nodded. "Whatever you want Jungkook, I'm yours."

A little gasp escaped his body, your words turned him on even more.

"You're mine?"

He let go of your wrists and you placed your hand on his cheek.

"I never wanted someone else.", you answered honestly. There was no one you admired as much as Jungkook. He wasn't just your crush, you fell in love with him long ago. And you wanted to fuck him.

You began to kiss his neck, slowly unbuttoning his shirt before he stripped it off.

Your fingertips explored his chest together with your lips. Jungkook went with it, enjoying your touch too much to play the dominant right now.

There was another atmosphere in the room since you said those words. It felt more intimate, you took more time to explore and look at each other.

After he pulled off his pants and your skirt and bra, Jungkook grabbed your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He pushed you off the wall and carried you to his bedroom, placing you on his lap.

You took a moment to let your eyes check out the room and you surprisingly liked his home a lot.

The attention was brought to Jungkook again when he swirled his tongue around your nipples and his thick bulge pressed against your core.

His boxer was already soaked by now, but he watched that with pleasure. "You asked me if I want you that much but now you're the one ruining my clothes?", he smirked and you buried your face in his neck.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be honey. I want you too and it's hot when you're a mess like this for me.", he whispered while he stroked your sides. His touch felt hot on your body and yet made you shiver in a good way.

Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders when you longed for a deep kiss again, which Jungkook accepted with much pleasure. He loved your lips on his.

You smelled and tasted so good, he was afraid to get addicted. "Do you want to ride me honey?"

"Yes I want to ride you, be close to you.", you mumbled against him and he nodded, pulling his boxer away.

"Come here.", he said and positioned you so his dick was right at your entrance.

You let yourself fall and both of you moaned at the feeling. "Shit you're so tight.", he groaned, but you didn't really hear him. He stretched you out so much that you needed a second to get used to it.

He let you took your time before you started to move around him. His hands were on you the entire time, sometimes buried in your soft brown hair, sometimes around your waist pulling you closer to his chest.

"Do you do this with every girl?", you asked suddenly, not knowing why and not really wanting to have an answer. "No, I never let them ride me. I usually don't see their faces, but I want to see yours.", he said with a soft voice and smiled.

Your nails were digging into his shoulders but he didn't complain because he loved how you were enjoying this. He was too.

Suddenly you could feel how Jungkook thrusted into you and you breathed heavily. His dick hit all the right spots and you were clinging onto his torso at this point, not moving yourself.

You began to clench around him, your second release starting to build up. He groaned at you getting even tighter, feeling his own high coming soon too.

Your lips were crashing against his, tongues playing with each other while his hands were on your hips, holding you in place so he could thrust into you hard.

"You look so beautiful with my dick in you. So perfect when you moan my name.", he praised you and kissed your shoulder before burying his face in your hair. "From now on you're mine. I won't let you go."

With a loud moan of his name you came around him, trying to normalize your breathing again. Jungkooks high came with yours while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

He helped your slightly shaking body to lay down on his bed and wrapped his blanket around you before taking you in his arms. "You're so good to me.", you whispered and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Before you ask - no other girl stays in my bed after sex. You're the only one. You wanna know why?"

You nodded slowly, looking up to him from his chest. "Because you're different. You're special to me."

"B-but why? You never talked to me before."

"I'm sure you won't believe me, but it's because I was afraid you would turn me down. So I watched you from afar and had all these girls but I really just wanted to talk to you.", he admitted and you couldn't believe what he just said.

At this point you believed you were drunk, already sleeping and this was a dream. "I liked you since middle school Jungkook.", you chuckled and he let out a sigh. "I wish my middle school me would've known."

He turned his body to you and looked you in the eyes. "I'm serious. I know you may not believe me but I like you. I really do. This isn't just a one night stand thing for me. I wasn't even planning to sleep with you, but it's the only way of communicating that I know."

You smiled at him and nodded. You believed him. There wouldn't be a reason for him to lie, he already slept with you. And his warm brown eyes were telling you that he meant it.

He kissed you deeply and you snuggled against his body, the feeling of skin on skin holding you warm.

Slowly both of you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face, knowing that tomorrow you'll wake up together.

#fanfictions #bts #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook fuckboy au #bts smut #jeonjungkook #jungkook #kimnamjoon #namjoon #kimseokjin #seokjin #minyoongi #yoongi #junghoseok #hoseok #parkjimin #jimin #kimtaehyung #taehyung #bts fanfictions #bts scenarios #bts au #BANGTANARMYNET

[witness-protection-official]

Today’s chapter art is actually fanart made by Amiy_trash on Instagram! Check her out, she’s really good!

Warning; contains heavy swearing in some parts. Song mentioned in chapter will be linked at the end

Witness Protection- An Eyeless Jack x reader

Chapter 3

"So why do you look so uncomfortable?" You tilt your head. He remained silent. "Hey, come on, after what just happened I deserve to know something about you,"

"What just happened doesn't matter," He stated, back to using that monotone voice. You huff.

"We kissed!"

"You and I both know it meant nothing,"

"But still-!"

"Dropping the subject now," he shut up. You groan and smack your head against the window. You mutter an ow, sitting up properly.

"Does the radio work?" He shrugged. You reach over and try to turn it on, only met by static on all of the channels before it shut itself off. "Great," you grumble quietly to yourself. You pat a small beat on your lap, the silence driving you mad.

"Stop that," your head rolls back against the headrest on the seat, rolling your eyes and glaring at him.

"Well then do you have any idea what I could do to entertain myself? Don't get me wrong I'm really enjoying these 'chats' of ours where I try to strike up a conversation and you completely ignore me, but I'm kind of going insane," you groan loudly. "There's like nothing for me to dooo,"

"Play a road trip game or something,"

"You need two or more people for those, and you're highkey too boring for them,"

"I'm going to pretend I know what highkey is and tell you to figure out how to do it yourself," You groan again, leaning forward to smack your head on the dashboard space right above the glove box.

"I spy with my little eye, an annoying bitch," you huff, crossing your arms.

"You?" Your eye twitches. "No? Damn. Ok, my turn, I spy with my little eye an annoying little cunt that is going to be gutted and left to bleed out in a river if she doesn't shut her fucking mouth,"

"Lemme guess. You?" He made a 'wrong' buzzer sound.

"Wrong, try again,"

"Me?" you sigh.

"Bingo, now shut up," You grumble some unheard curses and lean your elbow on the weird arm rest thing on the side of the door, resting your head in your open palm. There was a long silence. It felt like it must've been half an hour, at least.

"I'm still bored,"

"It's only been 10 minutes since you told me that," he stated.

"Feels like longer, now entertain me,"

"In case you don't remember, I kidnapped you and am in no way obligated to entertain you,"

"Can't I like, borrow your phone or something?"

"I would be an idiot to let a hostage use my phone," It's becoming painfully clear that he is not going to cave anytime soon. You sigh and stare out the window, watching other cars pass by with a half lidded expression. "Eat or something,"

"Bored eating is how I get fat,"

"Then suffer in silence," Another silence washed over you, the uncomfortable humming of the vehicle becoming the only thing you could use from drifting off into insanity. The car stopped after a long while, and he climbed out.

"Where are you going?"

"To eat," You raise a brow.

"Why would you need to get out to eat?" He smiled at you, condescendingly. The effect of the meds had worn off by this point, revealing sharpened teeth. You gag, remembering what he had eaten back at the hotel. "Yeah, please do that far away from me,"

"Planning on it, I don't need puke in my truck," He slammed his door shut. It is only five minutes after he's left the truck that you are even more bored than before. Yet another heavy groan leaves you. Patting a small beat on your legs seemed to help, but only barely. You glance behind you, seeing him in the back of the truck. Well, you could only see his back, as he had it facing the cab section of the truck. Should you go out and bother him? One on hand, there was a strong possibility of you vomiting up your lunch from earlier. But on the other hand, he was your only source of entertainment. Your boredom won over your common sense and you unbuckle, trying your door. Child locked, of course. Your gaze flicked to his door. Glancing back out the back window, you sneakily climb onto the drivers side seat, trying the door handle. The door popped open and you felt like cheering. You wouldn't though. If he was gonna be mad about you sneaking out of the car you might as well spook him too by surprising him.

A small tune hits your ears as you step out of the truck, closing the door quietly. Your footsteps fell silently on the dirt as you approached. Granted, the heels made walking uncomfortable, but you'd rather suffer through the curse that is your work shoes than walk around barefoot. Random thought aside, the tune sounded like quiet singing. It was barely audible, barely above a whisper, but pleasant sounding. Your brain caught up with your ears and eyes and quickly came to the conclusion that Jack was singing, very softly. The song was unfamiliar to you, but his voice did sound nice, so you quietly hop onto the bed of the truck, next to him, all while ignoring the empty freezer bags that used to hold what you knew to be some poor man's insides. He paused for what seemed to be an instrumental break, as he nodded his head a little to the rhythm in his head.

"For a murderer, you're pretty good at singing," you comment, breaking the silence. Nothing will ever compare to the joy you felt as Jack's eye sockets shot open, and he squeaked loudly, standing in an apparent flight reflex before almost tripping over the rim of the bed in his shock. However, you did not laugh, for you were no fool. Although it was increasingly tempting as his grey face grew to be a bright red, non existent eyes widening in pure shock, terror, or embarrassment.

"How much," he muttered, blinking with a gulp.

"What?"

"How much did you hear," he elaborated.

"Not much, I've only been here for maybe a minute or so,"

"Too much," he took a shaky breath.

"What?" he repeatedly shook his head.

"Too much," he muttered again before muttering something very quietly to himself.

"Truck. Now," he vaulted himself over the edge. You raise a brow and climb off the bed of the vehicle. He gripped your arm and guided you to your side of the truck, opening the door. "In," You scurry in, clicking the seat belt into place. He seemed… stressed. He climbed in a little bit after, seemingly having cleaned up the remnants of his meal.

"So uh-,"

"Don't- don't talk,"

"But-,"

"Shhhh," he whispered, holding a shaky index finger to his lips to signify silence. With a deep breath, he strapped in and turned the car on, getting back on the road. Despite the radio not working, the clock did, and you stared at it. For an hour. You knew because you had watched an hour pass on the old digital display. Finally, he sighed.

"You can talk now, I guess,"

"What the hell was that?"

"Probably a nice mix of anxiety and embarrassment smooshed together to create a hellish combination of wanting to die,"

"You have anxiety?"

"I don't want to talk about it," you nod slowly.

"You're singing was nice," you murmur.

"Uh, thanks," he muttered. "I don't uh- I don't typically like people listening-,"

"That would be totally understandable if you weren't that good at it,"

"If you think complimenting me will make me let you go, you're wrong," he visibly tightened his grip on the steering wheel, the black fabric of his gloves pulling taut.

"Wasn't what I was going for, but ok,"

"Then what were you going for," he sighed heavily.

"Could you sing something? Like, louder than a whisper?"

"No," his response was immediate. "Absolutely not,"

"What? It's not like I'll be able to tell anyone," he did a small leg bounce.

"Will you shut up about being bored if I sing one song?" A hum and a nod from you give him his confirmation. "Shit…," he sighed under his breath. "Did you have a song in mind?"

"No," he groans quietly.

"Not a single one?"

"No," you shake your head. "Hadn't planned on you saying yes, so just pick one you like," He threw his hand up in what could only be exasperation.

"Fine, fine," he took a deep breath, looking about ready to start. "Do I have to do this?"

"If you want me to shut up," He whined under his breath.

"But-,"

"Stop stalling and you can get it over with," You lean forward to see his face, which is still beet red with embarrassment, but this time with pursed lips.

"Gah, fine," he huffed, defeated. With another deep breath, he began. "I can't get a hold, hold on myself, tossin' and turnin' and screaming' for help. So much to say, so many words, but sometimes, you're lookin' so good that it hurts,'' You blinked slowly, eyes slowly widening. He'd probably stop if you said anything, so you remain quiet and avert your eyes from his head, leaning your head in your open palm again as you listened to the song. It wasn't a very fast paced or high energy song, making it sort of soothing to listen to. Mixed with his strangely superb singing voice, it melded together into a calming melody that was slowly making you relax and be ready for a nap.

"I know I'm not right, I'm messed in the head, so hurt me, desert me, just leave me for dead. I'm thinkin' 'bout thinkin', now my sun is shrinking'. I know I can float, but I'm sinking' instead. I don't wanna lose you, glad that I knew you, don't wanna be in my own head," he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as you were, except he wasn't dozing off like you. As he neared the last few sound effect things that were in the song, you had closed your eyes, breathing slower. In your half asleep state, your brain registered that he had finished singing, but it didn't matter to you as you slipped into unconsciousness, willingly this time.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She was out cold and he sighed in relief, leaning his head against the back of the seat. Never again. Never again will he sing like that for someone else. Too much pressure on him to make it sound good, even if he didn't give a flying fuck about her opinion of him. Her sleeping form made him realize just how tired he was and he yawned. He'd gotten a max of two hours the night before, and even then they were the suckiest two hours of his life. This just meant he needed to get to his next hotel set up. He pulled the car over again and pulled out his phone, scrolling through nearby hotels. The closest was two hours away. He groaned silently and checked the bookings for it anyway. There were also no double beds. Peachy. Just peachy. His bottom lid twitched before he smacked his forehead on the broken horn again, sighing heavily in exasperation. No doubt she was going to bitch, but he really didn't have a choice. He needed proper sleep and she'd have to deal. He booked one of the rooms and took a breath to recollect himself before shutting his phone off and stuffing it back in his pocket. If he was lucky this place would have booze or something, it would be great to have a nice bottle of whiskey or something when dealing with this woman. The drive was obviously quiet, her soft snores the only noise to drown out the sound of everything wrong with his truck. In the silence, his mind wandered, as it usually did, which led him to the question of what the hell was this woman's name. It had been on her name tag, probably, but that had been stained with blood and removed earlier that day. Damn, he didn't even know what it began with.

Regardless, he drove in complete silence. Fastest two hours of his life, if he was being honest. With how tired he was, the promise of a nice bed and possibly alcohol made him a little giddy. The parking lot of the hotel came into view and he cheered quietly.

"Yes!" he sighed in slight celebration, pulling into the lot and quickly finding a place to park. He shut the car off and got his pills and took two. He liked to call them 'normal pills' because they made him look, well, normal. Anyway, he climbed out of the car and walked to her side, opening the door and climbing up on the step. The button clicked once he pushed it, and the seatbelt came up to go back to it's weird resting position against the side of the cab. He scooped her up bridal style. He was going to have to sell the dating thing again, not wanting to risk the weird look his mind guaranteed would be sent his way. He shook his head, removing the thought from his mind and hopping off the step, using his shoulder to push the door closed. With a quick grip adjustment, he headed for the door, barely making it through the sliding doors, as he was too impatient to wait for them to open fully. He did the usual checking in process, the person at the front desk only glancing at the sleeping woman in his arms.

"Girlfriend?" They hum. He nodded. "Keep any noise you make tonight to yourselves,"

"What?"

"Be quiet," They clarified. He flushed up at what they had implied, and began to stammer over some of his words. They snort. "Calm yourself down boy," He swallowed.

"S-Sorry," They shake their head.

"Anyway, the pool is that way, the exercise room is right next to it, there's a bar over by the breakfast area. Pool hours are 9 AM - 11 PM, same with the exercise room. Bar is open from 7 PM - 6 AM," They hand him his key card. He nods a thank you and hurries to the stairs. It's more than a few floors up, but he didn't feel like going to find the elevator just yet. The woman stirred in her sleep, but he was too absorbed by his thoughts to notice.

"Jack?" He almost dropped her down the stairs in fright.

"Yeah?" he shook his head, resuming his climb.

"Where are we?"

"The next hotel,"

"Oh… what city are we in?"

"Only a fool would tell his hostage what city he's moved her to," he huffed. "And I am no fool," She grumbled.

"Dammit,"

"Don't pout about that, I've been fairly decent to you so far," She glanced up at him, brows furrowed.

"Yeah, but why?"

"You're more obedient when you're well taken care of,"

"Oh really? And what proof do you have for that?"

"You didn't tell that woman I had kidnapped you," he hummed.

"Because you were right next to me,"

"You've listened to my orders, more so when I'm not being violent,"

"I-,"

"You aren't resisting now, either, especially since you have the chance," That one was a test. He just told her she had a chance to escape. She remained still, cradled in his arms. "You aren't going to even try?"

"The stairs are really steep, I don't wanna risk falling," He nodded.

"Fair," He glanced down. "But I would fall too, wouldn't I?" More testing. He had to be sure she wouldnt run off on him if he had to leave her alone in the room for something.

"Just because you kidnapped me doesn't mean I want you to fall to your doom on a hotel staircase," she crossed her arms, huffing.

"Ok, Ok," he stopped talking. She continued to pout while he made his way up the rest of the stairs, onto their floor. Their room was at the end of the hall. He grunted as he shifted her onto one arm. She grew a bit flustered, probably because she was being held on one arm and that was kind of weird. He pulled the key card out of his pocket.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ok ok ok, yeah, he's pretty cute when he's 'normal' looking. But now he's holding you on one arm. He's fucking strong. Like, really strong. 'Lord give me strength,' You think to yourself. He slides the card into the slot and opens the door, shifting you back so he was using both arms to hold you. He walked in and threw you on the bed.

"Why- why is there only one bed?" you tilt your head.

"There weren't any double bed rooms available when I booked it,"

"So we'll be sleeping on the same bed?"

"I don't care if you sleep on the floor, or the bed, or even the bathtub," he shrugged.

"Bed sounds comfy,"

"Then sleep on the bed, I'm too tired to care," he flopped back first onto the bed, sighing in relief.

"What if we accidentally spoon though?"

"Oh nooo, physical contact, what ever will we dooo??" Sarcasm was evident.

"You know for a guy who panicked when I saw him singing you're awfully chill about straight up cuddling me," He shrugged.

"I'm tired, and tired me just does not give a shit," he rubbed his eyes. "Besides, human bodies are cooler than demon ones, you'd be like the cold side of a pillow,"

"What the fuck," He let out a strained laugh.

"Sorry," he sat up, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm gonna go get my stuff, you gotta promise to stay here,"

"I make no promises," you cross your arms.

"I could always lock you in the bathroom with no means of entertainment, or you can stay out here, in a decent, air conditioned room, with a tv. Your choice," You sigh.

"Fine," a quiet grumble leaves you.

"I'll bring the clothes and toiletries up first, so you can take a shower,"

"Are you saying I need one?"

"We both need one, I'm just saying yours will probably take longer," You mull it over.

"Fine," He gave a thumbs up and stood.

"I'll be back," He left the room. You sigh and crawl onto the bed fully, closing your eyes.

(Song is Alonely by Public)

(I also use this song as a voice claim for Jack)

(Here’s the link)

https://youtu.be/b-MsOr5LCHI

#Youtube

[everykindofnerd13]

Richie is Trilingual AU

Based in 2019

It wasn't expected, Richie just panicked and started cursing Bowers out, it was completely normal, except, it was in French.

"Putain de merde!" He shouted angrily, pushing Bowers backwards by the shoulders.

"He t'encule!" He shouted, flipping Henry off. The losers looked on in shock while Henry Bowers just stared up at him in confusion.

"Dègage!" He exclaimed, making waving motions at Henry, who quickly scrambled up and ran away, glancing back at Richie as he went. Richie smiled to himself, then turned to look at his friends, who were still staring at him in shock. That's when he realised, he'd been accidentally shouting in French. He flushed and covered his face with his hands.

"Uh, Rich, what the hell was that?" Stan asked, his voice sounding slightly angry, but mostly confused.

"Uh, French?" Richie half asked, shrugging his shoulders and letting out an awkward laugh. Everyone still looked so confused, but Eddie looked starstruck.

"You know French!?" He asked, in his usual agitated voice, but his face conveying excitement.

"Uh yeah..." Richie answered, scratching the back of his neck.

"And you never thought to tell us?" Bev asked, sounding slightly offended. Richie chuckled and shook his head.

"I thought you guys would've realised, I usually speak in French when I'm doing homework, talking to myself in the language I learned first is just easier." Everyone's mouths fell agape.

"That's why nothing you say ever makes sense! It's actually a different language!" Eddie exclaimed, still staring right at Richie.

"What do you mean 'the language you learned first"? Ben asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Have I never told you guys that my mom is French?" He asked. Everyone shook their heads, "Oh well, she is, she and her family moved to the states when she was seventeen, so she spoke a lot of French, and my dad knew it as well because he went to France for his exchange program. So they just spoke French when they were alone in the house and I learned to speak French first rather than English, but that was pretty easy as well." Everyone's mouths were still agape in surprise. Richie laughed and shook his head.

"I know Spanish too, since my dad's side of the family is Latino." He explained, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around Eddie's shoulders, then turning around and leading his friends toward the clubhouse. Eddie looked up at him with stars in his eyes, mouth still slightly open.

"You're Trilingual?" He asked. Richie laughed at the word but nodded.

"Yeah, it's weird having family that speaks two different languages and neither did them is the one I speak with my chosen family." He ruffled Eddie's hair and smiled at his friends.

"But yeah, when I'm with my mom's side of the family, I speak French, when I'm with my dad's side of the family I speak Spanish, and when I'm with you guys, I speak English." Stan nodded, looking at the ground, his fingers intertwined with Bill's.

"Is it ever hard to remember certain words or phrases?" Eddie asked, still looking at Richie, who was looking at the ground and ahead of hi,m so that he could steer Eddie away from any obstacles.

"Well, sometimes when I was younger I would forget some words in English or Spanish and start saying them in French until I could remember, but it's not like I forget to switch over to a different language or anything. It's like, I've programmed my brain to speak certain languages with certain people, which is why the idea of a family reunion is terrifying. Imagine having to speak French with some people, Spanish with some people, and English with you guys, all in one night? Ugh!" Everyone blushed when he said 'you guys' because it meant he really did consider them family.

"You consider us family enough to bring us to a family reunion?" Mike asks, the first time he's spoken since before the Bowers attack.

"Of course, I mean, Mike brought all of his friends over when we met up with his family in Indiana. I think I'd bring you guys anywhere my family belongs." Richie said, smiling fondly at his friends. Eddie blushed darker, but didn't take his eyes off of Richie.

"Thanks Rich..." He murmured, causing Richie to look down at him and smile.

"Anytime Eds." He whispered back, "But yeah, I speak three languages, that that you just saw though, was a slip up, I don't always realise until after when I'm upset if I'm speaking a different language." He explained. Everyone nodded in understanding.

"Ok, so have you ever just, cursed out s family member in a different language, just to see what happens?" Bill asked, leaning over to look at Richie, who laughed.

"Yeah, Mike doesn't speak French, he's never had a reason to. So once, when we were younger, he took my comic book, and I told him that he was an Asshole, but in French, so I got in trouble for that, but he never found out what exactly I said." Eddie and Bev giggled at the story.

"Mike is the one that looks just like you right?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, Mike and Boris look exactly like Richie, but without glasses." Eddie explains swiftly, and points at the air as if to gesture to the different people. Ben mouths "oh." Then nods. Bev laughs at his response.

"Well, Richie, what exactly did you say to Bowers?" She asked. Richie laughed.

"Well, first I shouted 'What the Fuck' cause he was being an Ass, then I said 'fuck you' and last, I told him to scram because he needed to leave." Richie explained, shrugging. Eddie laughed at the translation, covering his mouth with his free hand. Richie once again smiled down at him with stars in his eyes, causing Stan to turn to Bill and open his mouth with his tongue hanging out and point down his throat, then make a gagging noise, making Bill chuckle. Richie flipped them off and made a snot face, then opened the hatch to the clubhouse and climbed down inside. Eddie followed soon after, and before soon, all the losers were seated sporadically around the clubhouse. Richie and Eddie we're back in the hammock, Bev, Ben and Mike were all sitting in Beanbags, and Bill and Stan had chosen the Egg chair that Bev had gotten for Christmas from her aunt, Bill settled halfway on Stan's lap, halfway actually in the chair.

"S-so, what do y-you guys w-wanna do?" Bill asked, leaning back and wrapping his arm around Stan's back so that he didn't crush him, then leaning his head on Stan's. Eddie practically jumped to get his opinion out.

"We should play Mike's Xbox!" He exclaimed excitedly. Everyone groaned and rolled their eyes, except for Richie who agreed with him immediately. Everyone sighed and rolled their eyes, but they got up and moved everything around, the TV, the controllers, the coffee table, and they all moved to sit around it more comfortably. They moved the beanbags and eggchair into a semi-circle around the TV, and Bev moved to sit in Ben's lap, while Richie plopped down in the other beanbag. When Eddie moved to sit down on the floor Richie shook his head grabbed Eddie's hips, pulling the smaller boy down into the beanbag with him. Eddie's mouth fell open and he squawked as he hit Richie's lap.

"Richie!" He exclaimed loudly, covering his face with his hands. Richie chuckled and wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist.

"Yeah sure, sitting basically on top of me in the hammock is fine, but sitting in my lap is completely different, plus it wouldn't be fair for you to sit in the floor while everyone else sat in chairs, so yeah." Richie explained himself, his face lighting up as well, that burst of confidence immediately gone.

"Rich..." Eddie mumbled.

"Wow! Richie actually cares about someone else?" Stan asks sarcastically, and Richie snaps his head around to look at him and glares.

"We all know I'd kill for you guys now shut up." Richie snarks, then wraps his arms around Eddie's waist, resting them in his lap. Eddie continued to blush but reached forward and grabbed a controller off the ground. They hadn't been able to afford more than two controllers, so it was a two at a time game. Bill was already holding the other one, now seated in Stan's lap so he could more comfortably play.

"W-what do you w-wanna play?" He asked, and looked at Eddie, who contemplated for a second before snatching Bill's controller and putting on Sea of Theives. The Losers had all found that Eddie particularly enjoyed RPGs. Though only Richie and Bill had realised it was because he had so much control over it, the feeling of control was almost foreign to Eddie, growing up in his household, so they never once told him to try something different when he put on an RPG.

"Sea of Thieves today? I was expecting The Outer Worlds." Richie chimed in from Eddie's shoulder.

"I like Sea of Theives just as much, plus, Outer Worlds isn't multiplayer, and I'm in a multiplayer mood!" Eddie explained sharply, before getting his control ready and nodding at Bill to start the game. Richie smiled to himself and relaxed, his eyes following Eddie and Bill's every movement on the screen. Slowly, he and Eddie relaxed back into the beanbag so that Richie was leaning back into it with Eddie on his chest, still thoroughly focused on his game. His knees were up in front of him, keeping him from slipping onto the floor while Richie's were wrapped around his waist with his arms, completely koalaing onto Eddie. Richie suddenly got the idea to throw Eddie off as he listened to Eddie huff in frustration. He leaned ever so slightly closer to Eddie's ear and whispered so only Eddie could hear.

"Eddie Mon amour, tu es tellement talentueux." Eddie's face lit up, and Richie felt pride fill his heart. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't realised the obvious awe in Eddie's eyes when he explained it was French he had been speaking.

"Eddie cher~" he sang quietly, and Eddie began to fumble his remote.

"Tu es trip mignon~" he continued, and Eddie's blush deepened further, reaching the tips of his ears.

"Je t'aime Eddie~" he sang more and Eddie gasped, dropping his controller and turning to slap Richie.

"Richie! You- you can't just! Ugh!" He complained loudly, then stood up and stomped over to the hammock. Richie was frozen in shock, while Bill quickly paused the game and set down his remote as well. He glares at Richie knowingly, then nodded toward the hammock that was still swinging slightly from the force Eddie had used to get in. Richie sighed, but nodded and stood up. As he was on his way to the hammock he took Bill's remote and closed the game, saving their progress of course then put on some music and used the 'I'm watching you' motion on all of his friend who either nods or put their hands in the air to prove their innocence. He huffed and walked over to the hammock, where Eddie was laying on his side. He pulled at the side of the hammock and he got in as well, but instead of laying at the opposite end, he layed with his head above Eddie's, and pulled him over on top of himself. Eddie looked at him annoyed, and blew a gust of minty breathe in his face.

"What is it?" Richie asked quietly, so that the other Losers didn't here them.

"You- Richie, I don't know what all you said, but you did say 'I Love You Eddie' in French." Richie's face lit up but he kept his composure.

"Uh... I didn't think you knew French..." He mumbled, and Eddie smiled softly.

"I don't Richie, but Je t'aime is a super common phrase in movies." He explained, and Richie nodded, clearly embarrassed. Eddie moved his hands to Richie's face while Richie moved his to Eddie's thighs.

"Do you wanna know what else I said?" Richie questioned while pulling Eddie's legs up and around his so that Eddie's knees weren't digging into his legs. Eddie blushed even harder but nodded, moving his arms around Richie's neck and putting his head down on his chest.

"Well first, I said, 'Eddie my love, you are so talented' then I said, 'Eddie dear' and then I said 'You're so cute', and last I said," Richie placed a kiss to Eddie's Temple and leaned back, moving his arms around Eddie's waist," I love you."

Eddie blushed immensely and hugged Richie tighter then turned his head and whispered into Richie's ear, "I love you too~" Richie smiled and hugged Eddie back, then shut his eyes and began to hum. Eddie soon fell asleep, his head rested on Richie's shoulder. Richie let him sleep for a while before leaning in close to his ear.

"Eddie~" he whisper sang, "Honey Bunny~" Eddie began to stir, and Richie became more persistent, "Eddie my love~" he sang sweetly.

"I love you so~" Eddie grumbled into Richie neck and moved his hand to lightly smack Richie's cheek.

"How I've wanted for you, you'll never know~" he continued.

"Richhhhh" Eddie complained loudly, and pushed himself up and off of Richie's chest, "Stop it..." He grumbled.

"I'll stop when you stop being a cute sleeper." Richie remarks, causing a bright red blush to spread over Eddie's cheeks.

"So uh, when are you guys gonna stop flirting and come back to sit down and be disgustingly cute and closeted over here?" Bev called from her place in Ben's lap. Richie and Eddie's faces both lit up and they stared knowingly into eachother's eyes, but began giggling almost immediately.

"Y-yeah, hey l-love birds! G-get over h-here! I w-w-wanna play s-some games with my R-RPG b-buddy!" Bill exclaimed loudly, waving Eddie's remote in the above the Egg Chair. Richie sighed and pushed on Eddie's stomach, pushing him up to sit in Richie's lap instead.

"Oh come on, you're not gonna expect me to be able to get out of the hammock with you in my arms right?" He asked. Eddie giggled and shook his head, moving one of Richie's arms from his waist to his front and waving it around in the air.

"With these noodle arms, you couldn't even lift me!" Eddie joked, and scrambled out of the hammock. He ran over to the Egg chair next to Bill and Stan and crouched down next to it. Richie scrambled out after him and followed quickly, his arms out in front of him and wiggling his fingers, ready to attack at any given moment. When he saw Eddie's red tennis shoes and bottle socks peeking out from behind the chair he pounced, but was caught by Bill and Stan both.

"No toucha da child." Stan stated plainly. Richie raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" He asked.

"N-no tou-toucha da ch-child!" Bill exclaimed excitedly, pushing Richie over into his beanbag. Eddie giggled and stood up, walking over to Richie.

"Eddie Spaghetti! You return to me!" He made grabbing motions and pasted his lap, and Eddie plainly took a seat. Richie went to wrap his arms back around Eddie's waist, but instead, he felt a smack to his wrist. He looked up and saw Bill leaning over from his spot in Stan's lap in the egg chair, and staying like that.

"No toucha da child." He stated seriously, then slowly his face broke out in a smile and he began to laugh, losing his balance and almost knocking the chair over into he process, but Stan grabbed him and pulled him up before it happened.

Then he turned to Richie and whispered, "No toucha da child." To which Richie promptly flipped him off and put his arms around Eddie's waist and put his head on his shoulder. Stan and Bill leaned backward and put their hands on their chests in mock offense. Eddie giggled at their antics but reached up and grabbed his remote from Bill's hand and nodded at him to start the game.

"You two are sickening." Bev remarked, repeating Stan's motion from early before they entered the clubhouse.

Richie flipped her off too and she shook her head.

"No, I mean Bill and Stan, they already act like newly Weds, and they've been dating a month."

"Aww Bevvy, ils sont amoureux!" He exclaimed throwing his arm dramatically in the air. Stan smacked said hand, and Bill punched him in the arm. He huffed and brought his arm back to Eddie's stomach.

"Hmph, just play your game then." He mock pouted, putting his head on Eddie's shoulder.

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