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imma-queencard · 10 months

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Who owns you?(part one!)

Pairings: Mafia N.Yuta x female Reader!

→warnings: Humiliation,degradation, Slut shaming, slight violence, Ragging & suggestive.

→characters: N.Yuta(Suzaki Ryo),Reader,Kohei,Tsukasa(Oya High) and others.

→taggings: @sashe-xhelse-blog @elviinwonderland @iraa567 @nuttie-nv-blog @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @seventhcallisto others whom I couldn’t tag as tumblr hid their acc from mentioning!(sorry!)

P.s: This is based on his role Suzaki Ryo played on High and low the worst X. A quick easy summery. There he played as the right hand of Kohei,the current leader of Senomon high school. Suzaki Ryo,ex leader of Nami high and a third year student who got shifted then into Senomon high school and made everyone obeyed Kohei as their leader. The said to be the puppet of Kohei Amagai.

You always hated Kohei,the current leader of Senomon high. He was such a leader who couldn’t even have his own grip on all the gangs running around in Senomon. He was nothing without his right hand,Nakamoto Yuta. No,the puppet. You hated both. Specially the latter. Why on earth would you let a person commanding you as if you were his slave when you,yourself was far more capable than he already was.

Everyone feared him, the Nakamoto Yuta. The fear of him made people obey Kohei. He was always standing like a shield around Kohei. These two hot yet cold men. Specially Nakamoto Yuta. But it was none of your concern. You were just a first year fresher in Senomon high while residing in a devastated alley of Senomon. You had no time crushing over him like your classmates,friends,neighbours or other girls. You had a younger spoiled brother and a sick grandma at home to worry about. Two mouths to feed alongside yours.

You rolled your eyes seeing Kohei with his puppet, Nakamoto walking their way towards the main gate. You cringed at the sight.

You still remember the very first day of your first year here at Senomon High. All of you were forced to line up in front of this mafia group on the rooftop of this campus. All of you were shaking in fear. All heads down. Kohei stopped in front of you,checking you from head to toe just like he did to the previous girls.

He grabbed your wrist to pull you forward. "What about this chick Nakamoto?Do you like this one?" He asked looking at his friend.

You tried to pull out your wrist out of his grip,"What are you doing! Let go!" Only making Kohei tightening his grip. You winched in pain gritting your teeth at him.

"Wow,this chick speaks, Nakamoto!"

You cried out as he twisted the wrist,"ple-please it hurts! I'm-i'm sorry" You pleaded thinking you might have angered the leader by speaking up. You should have just shut your mouth like the other girls who were slutshamed before you.

"Previous one seemed a slut. You want this one? Or the previous? I dont think you like leftovers,dude" Your ears turned red in embarrassment.

"Or maybe you like leftovers? But you can slut this up behind the close doors,huh? That's more fun!" he laughed. You bit your lip in order to suppress your tears falling out. None ever talked to you like this.

"You're not going to go whoring around like your classmates,bitch?" you flinched in fear. He grabbed your chin making you look at him,

"Will you be a good slut for my friend?" you shut your eyes in anger & embarrassment. You didn't even dare to look at the man named Nakamoto as you already felthim staring at you. Penetrating you down with his stare as if claiming his thing with his own eyes.

"Answer me,slut!"

"ye-yess"

You scoffed hearing two girls whispering to "Nakamoto is so hot!" You looked at the person. He looks the same. Handsome. Just like the first day. Red suited him. Everything suited him..

You were kind of glad that he didn't utter a single word during and after that day. But you always felt a stare haunting you whenever he would pass by. Maybe this was just a delusion of yours. Maybe you were so traumatised with the event that your mind kept making scenarios about this. You looked at the group in awe.

Yeah,It was your chance to confirm your delusion for real.

Your fingers nervously reaching the white silver necklace around your neck when your eyes opted up to look at him. You saw him paused in his track. Few feets away from you. Staring directly into your eyes. You gulped down when he didn't even move his eyes when he got caught red handed. You didn't how long you stared into his cold eyes before looking down in embarrassment. You huffed when he resumed to follow Kohei inside the campus giving you one final look.

This was not your delusion. You were mind was not making up things.

He had his stare for you.

You dropped your pen on the table. Life was already hard. And these studies were making it harder. But at last you finished your studies for today. You felt sleepy. You looked at the wall clock.

2.00 am. Time to sleep.

You tidied your night dress and yawned. You looked at the open windows of your room. You decided to close them before you plopped yourself on the bed. You got up to shut the windows. You reached out to your window but your hand froze. You gasped out loud. Your eyes fixated on the person across the road. What the hell!

Nakamoto Yuta.. standing there.

Leaning against the lamp post opposite to your house. His eyes towards your room. Your fingers instinctively pulling down the hem of your night dress that was already covering you enough. You rushed out downstairs wrapping up a shawl against your upper body to make it more civilised.

"Wha-what are you doing here?" you asked almost whispering while marching towards him. His eyes observed every single of your moves.

"You-you just can't stand here at midnight! I-I live in a society and have reputation to worry unlike you..and-and there are some unannounced rul-" you paused when he just lazily looked away as if you were stuttering some boring lectures.

"Nakamoto.. There. are. some. rules. You just can't stand in front of a-in front of a marriageable woman's house at such hours!" You hissed out looking around. Afraid of any of your neighbour watching you in this situation. Then spreading rumors about you. This side of Senomon was far away from the so called western progression.

You did care about your reputation. Your grandma's reputation. You didn't want to get involved in rumors. Specially with the man standing in front of you.

He tilted his head towards you this time. "Then why you as a marriageable woman just in a night dress standing in front of a profitable bachelor like me in such late hours,huh? Does it count. .."

he trailed taking a step towards you," does it count in the unannounced rules of your society where you live in Y/N?" he spoke huskily looking at you. Your cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

" You-jus-just leave.." You muttered under your breath and rushed inside your house locking the door behind.You let your body leaned against the wooden door. This was the first time this man had ever spoke to you and gave you second hand embarrassment on spot.

You ran in front of the mirror of your room to check your attire. You furrowed looking at your reflection. Your satin night dress reaching below your knee and the shawl covering your blossom perfectly. Though your hair was messy, you looked appropriate.

The audacity of this man!

You walked up to the window slowly to check if he was still standing there. You peeped behind the curtain. He was now leaning his back against the lamp post more while brushing his hair off his forehead. His eyes met your curious ones which were glistening behind the white curtains. You grunted as you got caught.His lips curved upwards in satisfaction when you shut the window with a thump on his face.

A cocky bastard.

It had been hell of two weeks since the Nakamoto Yuta stood in front of your house. This was the first time and hopefully the last time also. He left that night after some time but also snatched your sleeps with him.

"What does he think of himself!" You murmured recalling the event while wiping the counter with the mop. You still couldn’t believe that man had the audacity to say something unwarranted and unwanted thing on your face. In front of your house.

"You still thinking about that red suited hot guy?" the old woman,the owner of the cafe you worked asked sitting on the cash table.

"It's just that.. Had some bad experience with that group and can't tolerate them" You said putting the mop behind the counter. You had been ragged by them. Why would you like them? And who liked them anyway? The old woman was about to say something when the bell chirped in.

You were about to welcome the guest with a smile. You furrowed,"tsukasa?" The blonde handsome man walked up to the counter with a smile,"Hey Y/N..um.." he looked at the menu card and continued, "I'd like to order two cappuccino.. Mind me join there?" he asked out pointing a table in the middle. You looked at your owner for her approval as you were in the middle of your shift.

He saw your hesitation so quickly added," Of course,I'm paying for both and in double..if you excuse her for a moment.." the old woman's eyes beamed hearing the word 'double'.

You were both happy and confused seeing Tsukasa here. You met him last spring at Oya High when you went to a hospital there for your grandma's surgery. He happened to be the right hand and best friend of Fujio,the leader of Oya High. The most powerful house and region. He was so helpful despite his position. He was kind and sweet. Always lending a hand whenever you needed one. That was how your friendship bloomed on a spring day.

"So why are you suddenly out of your cave of Oya high,hm?" You asked putting the two mugs on the table and took your seat across him.

"Things are obviously different now.." he replied taking his mug with a quick 'thanks'.

"I'm actually shocked seeing you here. No offense!" You tried to joke out,eased out yourself.

He smiled," It's just I was passing so decided to stop by.. By the way yo-" you cut him off. You pointed the scar on his forehead, "You again caught into new fight?"

He touched the scar and laughed out casually,"Oh!That? Old fight.. Your senomon pride Nakamoto's doings. He is better than we thought."

Suddenly the bell chirped in again and you both saw Kohei followed by Nakamoto and three other men entering the cafe. Nakamoto's eyes instantly found his way towards you and tsukasa. His gaze stiffened. You cautiously saw them shooing around customers off a table on centre. Cursing them aloud. Then occupying the table as if it was their own from the beginning. You sighed.

That was so of them.

"Are you gonna stop whoring around and take our orders,bitch?" You heard kohei screamed suddenly. You felt tsukasa tensed. You were quick to grab his hand and mumble a 'please?' You didn’t want you and your friend to get insulted in front of all the customers.

You walked up to them holding the notepad tight to your chest. "Your orders?"

"Orders? We thought you were busy whoring around with guys from different regions. Are you done sleeping with all the men from Senomon?" Kohei asked clicking his tongue. You looked around to find the customers gossiping. Some of them are even pointing at you.

You bit the inside of your cheeks,"wha-what would you like to order sir?"

"Regular!" one of the men replied and threw a menu card at you. You nodded and literally rushed to the counter. You decided to stand there until their order arrived. So,you were now a whore.

A whore.

None even objected. So many people but none stood for you. Whom do you even expect to object anyway?

"How long would it take,huh?" one of them asked clapping and whistling.

"Everything takes time,kids." your owner replied pushing up her glass. Not bothered about this situation as she was already used to this.

"Or your chef's also whoring around just like your order?" Another shouted making the whole cafe bursted out laughing. You felt Tsukasa's eyes on you. You forced him a smile. Your eyes wandered at the said group. It's just so easy to insult people here and there for them.. Your eyes glanced at Nakamoto who's jaw was tightened. And his hand grabbing the glass so tight that you feared it might break. His eyes fixed on Tsukasa's back.

This looks bad..

Suddenly a tray arrived at the counter. "Serve this to the couple sitting on table 4." your owner ordered. You nodded.

You took a deep breath and walked to the desired table which was past their table. You almost screamed out when Kohei stepped in front of you out of nowhere. "You fuvking serving every single person of this damn cafe except us! WHO FUVKING OWNS THE SENOMON!? " He screamed. You flinched and didnt know that you were backing from him steps by steps.

"I FUCKING OWN THE WHOLE SENOMON AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON IS GETTING THEIR ORDERS BEFORE US!" one of his men screamed adding fuel to Kohei's anger.

"It-it's coming.." you stuttered closing your eyes..gripping the tray harder in fear.

"You Don't understand, do you? I FUVKING OWN THE WHOLE SENOMON!I OWN THIS CAFE,I OWN YOU AND ALL THOSE SLUTS OUT THERE!I will fuvkinh crush that whole place!" He screamed at top of his lungs and pushed the tray out of your hand. You closed your eyes in humiliation when all the foods scattered all over you. The cafe just became pin dropped silent.

"You fuvking have to pay for this you old witch!" he gritted his teeth pointing his finger at your owner. He pushed you with his shoulder while cursing the old lady. You were already so shaken up to the situation that your leg tripped into the chair behind you as his large frame pushed you,you fell onto the floor on your knees. You cried out in pain. You looked back to see Kohei and his goons threatening your owner before leaving the cafe with some kicks on the door.

You looked at the mess on the floor. You grabbed the tray and started putting the leftovers on it. Why did you have to live in Senomon out of all those places? Couldn't it be Oya High?

Your eyes teared up feeling all the eyes on your helpless frame. You bit your lips when you saw a pair of leather shoe stepped in front of you. You looked up to see Nakamoto Yuta towering you with his long frame. Your eyes found his. You didnt know why you even searched empathy in his eyes. But found none to your dismay. Rather he just kept staring at you with his infamous expressionless eyes while putting his hand into his pocket. As if nothing had happened. As if it was the most regular thing you could see in a cafe. You looked away in disgust.

You started putting the foods on the tray. Did he have more insults to come in your way? Then you saw the leftovers near his right shoe. You scooted but paused expecting him to move aside for creating space for you. But he just started tapping the floor with his right heel feeling your eyes on his shoes.

Your eyes teared up in humiliation. You were literally hovering over his shoes and all he did was tapping the floor rhythmically! You could hear some customers talking shits and whistling at you. That was some jokes to them.

Tsukasa rushed towards you,"Y/N are you alright?" Before you could open your mouth to say it was alright, Nakamoto grabbed Tsuaksa's shoulder to stop him reaching you. Then pulled the blonde towards him by his collar.

"Tsukasa..long time no see.." he said clicking his tongue. Tsukasa just scoffed and was about to say something harsh when Nakamoto beat him on that.

"Do your charity in Oya High not here. Don't make me repeat. Leave." Nakamoto breathed out tracing the scar on Tsukasa's face which he had painted a month ago. Last thing you wanted right now was to get your friend involved into internal feuds of Senomon.

You looked at your friend with pleading eyes. He huffed," I will wait for you outside" The blonde spoke and left before sparing a long glance at the red suited guy.

You sighed in relief when Tsukasa left. But your relief didn’t last long when you heard a customer shouted,"Pick up the food slut. You deserved it!"

You looked pathetic and they enjoyed looking a person like this. That was how they live here after all.

You gave your last look at his shoe hovering over it. But he didn't move just kept staring at you. You sighed. What did you even expect from him? Move aside? At least that was how a human treated another out of courtesy. Did you really deserve this? In front of all the customers?

You took a deep breath. That was your job. There was nothing wrong with that. You kept repeating to yourself and extended your fingers to grab the food. His right shoe kicked the food away in a second when you were about to pick it up. Your lips parted in shock. Your eyes shot towards him in disbelief when you heard him,

"He doesn’t own you. I do"

You were speechless already. Your eyes shot widen when he bend down to your level. He tilted his head to the left and licked his lower lip,

"If you want to whore around babe,don't go seeking help in different regions. You know where to find me."

Your ears turned red in embarrassment hearing his words. And the boos from the customers worsened the situation. You looked away angrily. You had enough. Was it that easy to call you whore here and there. You stood up angrily holding the tray. You put the tray on the nearest table with a thump as he also stood up fixing his red jacket.

"I don't manwhore like you and your fucking leader! I'm anything but a whore,you motherfucker manwhore!" You screamed in one go shaking terribly in anger and didnt waste a minute to walk towards the counter. Making the whole cafe silent than ever had.

You heard him chuckle,". You are my whore butterfly the way I can be yours"

You looked back speechless. Was that man flirting with you in front of all the people? Or insulting you or insulting himself? You were paranoid now. Your eyes wander around to see some customers' eyes went wide just like yours.

If you were shock then,now you wanted the whole earth to swallow you up when he started walking towards you. Unbuttoning his red jacket slowly. Exposing his black v neck shirt showing underneath which was giving glimpse of his pale chest. His few hair strands falling on his wide forehead and the way his lips curved into a smirk... You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"That's fuckinh-public indecency!" You heard a teenage girl exclaimed oggling at his physiques shamelessly.

You took few steps backwards hitting the counter. He stopped few inches before you smirking. He just caged you between him and that damn marble counter. You closed your eyes in embarrassment when he lowered his face to match yours. His lips moved to your right earlobe. His hot breath on your face. You could even smell his cologne from there.

You blushed wild when his lips brushed against your earlobe. You swore your breath got hitched. Your fingers gripped the hem of your dress tight with closed eyes. Praying to God to save yourself from this sinful man. Your heart thumping out loud. Fearing it might bursted out inside your ribcage. He chuckled huskily seeing his effects on you. Then he whispered against your earlobe,

"That's how you rebel,sweetheart.. On your own. but I,Nakamoto Yuta,Do own you."

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echo-rambles · 3 months

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use my body against me

summary: when a drunk text to your ex gets answered in a way you never expected, it leads to falling right back into old habits. tags: past established relationship, ex-boyfriend chan, suggestive content but nothing explicit, mention of recreational alcohol use, swearing. notes: title from the way you miss me by all time low. mostly a rewrite of my very first reader insert fic, because I loved the concept but I wasn't a fan of my own writing, and I think I've vastly improved since. I might write a continuation, but no promises.

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The situation you currently find yourself in is truly one of your own making. There’s really no one else to blame, no matter how much you would love to point the finger at literally anyone besides yourself.

There’s a text message from Bang Christopher Chan sitting there, on your phone. Staring up at you almost accusatory and chilling you to the bone.

-Good morning, I hope you’re drinking water to combat all of that vodka you consumed last night! hahaha

At first, the text means nothing to you. It leaves you in a state of mild confusion only exacerbated by your incredible hangover. How would he know you drank your weight in liquor? The only answer you can even try to think up isn’t a good one. Feeling brave and a little nauseous, you decide to scroll up, farther into this conversation between you and your ex.

The confusion melts away into horror as you locate the beginning of this conversation. One glance at the selfie you sent has the memory coming back to you, causing your headache to flare. Oh no.

It was late last night, and you had already drank one too many shots of whatever fruity flavored vodka was available. Shut away in Felix’s bathroom, the light overhead far too harsh and fluorescent, pulling your shirt down enough to show off your cleavage. Snapping a picture in the mirror above the sink, leaning into the counter and trying your best to look some approximation of sexy.

Fumbling fingers sent it to Chan. The first text between the two of you in months.

Looking at the selfie now has your stomach twisting into knots. Oh no. The texts that followed aren’t any better. Actually, they somehow make the entire situation worse.

-the fact that i wore this shirt hoping you’d be at this party only to learn you went home EARLY?

-i wasted such an amazing outfit and for nothing

-i bet you looked good too. bastard

-sometimes i can’t tell if i miss you or just the weight of you on top of me

-i miss how good you were -i know fora fact i miss your mouth -i miss your mouth on MY MOUTH -omg i miss my mouth on your

You swipe away from those messages. Knowing for a fact you’ll have to read them eventually, to get a proper understanding of the things you said to him. But not right now. Right now you continue to scroll, your texts devolving into a mix of incomprehensible emojis and bitching at Chan about things he very obviously can’t control. You were a mess, holy shit. Who even let you text? Why wasn’t your phone confiscated the moment vodka hit your lips?

The only things that Chan has replied with since your terrible wall of drunk texts is an initial Oh wow lol, and his aforementioned good morning text.

It could be worse, right? He could’ve blocked you or typed out an excruciatingly long lecture about drinking responsibly. It honestly could’ve been so much worse.

Crawling your way out of bed, still vaguely nauseous and trying to fight the urge to lay face down on the floor and never get up again, you shuffle your way into the bathroom. First thing’s first before you tackle whatever the fuck is on your phone, you decide to wash up to feel human again.

The world can fall apart around you for all you care. All you want is a shower and some toothpaste.

Wrapped in a towel and your toothbrush sticking out of your mouth, you finally decide to reply. You probably shouldn’t, especially now that you’re sober and know better, but you have to apologize. That feels like the polite thing to do.

Well, the only way to begin is by beginning.

-lol hey good afternoon

-I ended up demolishing an entire water bottle when I got home last night but sadly it wasn’t enough to save me

How do you even apologize for last night? Sorry I was so angry and horny and I made it your problem? Sorry that the first time I've texted you since we broke up was a drunk thirst trap? So sorry, and hey by the way how have you been since we had the messiest breakup because you’re bad at prioritizing and I’m bad at communication?

Yeah, definitely none of that.

You’re still standing there in your bathroom, staring into the mirror and brushing your teeth on autopilot as your mind spins into itself, when your phone lights up. One notification followed swiftly by a second, making your phone buzz on the counter.

Chan’s contact stares back at you, both messages fading off into ellipses.

-Ah, RIP. You should’ve drank three…

-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could…

Oh, you don’t think this is the sort of message you can read by yourself while still combating the aching nausea of a hangover. Absolutely not, whatever he has to say can be answered once you have a sufficient amount of caffeine and the right company.

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“I need a second opinion.” It’s the first thing you say, after sitting down across from Felix and shoving your phone at him. Showing off the string of text messages you experienced after waking up. You still haven’t read the newest text.

Felix barely even moves his head from where it’s resting against the table. He’s clearly just as hungover as you are, but you feel like you’re in the middle of making a very bad decision and you need a second opinion. You shimmy your phone under the seam where his forehead meets the wood.

With a little pout and deep groan, he’s shifting around and unlocking your phone. The silence stretches on as he swipes through the text thread and stares, blinks, and blinks some more. With a start, he’s sitting up straight, pulling the phone closer.

“Wait, he wants to meet up with you?”

“He wants to what?” You snatch the phone from his hands, finally reading the text yourself.

-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could maybe grab lunch? Or, if you’re still too hungover for lunch, maybe something later?

Just the idea of seeing him again has something hot and electric buzzing through your veins. Your immediate instinct is to say yes. You want to say yes so badly, yes a thousand times over. Instead you very deliberately place your phone onto the table.

Felix has slumped back into his seat, eyeing you warily. “I thought you weren’t talking to him?”

“I mean- I wasn’t. But now I am, kind of? It’s not that big of a deal-”

“It felt like you two went through a divorce, I don’t know if I’d say it’s ‘not a big deal’-”

“I’m over it!” You proclaim, a little loudly. A little desperately. “And he is too if he’s talking to me.”

All you get in response is Felix’s eyebrows pitching inwards and his mouth molding into a little frown. The type of frown that is trying very hard to not be a frown. He’s giving you the most pitying look you’ve probably ever seen on his angelic face.

You should say no. Scoop up your phone and tell him that you can’t make it. Conjure up some far flung excuse so that you won’t reopen old wounds. But you want to see him again, desperately.

You tap your fingers along the edge of the table. “Is this a bad idea?”

“Do you want my truthful answer?” Felix replies from the depths of his hoodie. Your phone sits between you, dark screen facing the ceiling.

You think for a moment. “Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

The thing is, you know he has a point. It doesn’t feel very good but it’s true. Sure, you and Chan can be amicable over text, but that’s over text. Who knows what will happen if you’re face to face. Would it be awkward and stilted? Or maybe everything you say to each other will be filled with vitriolic anger. Things didn’t exactly end on the best terms, and that might just leak into an otherwise pleasant meeting.

But you are nothing if not a professional at both denial and deflections, so you push all of those thoughts very far away.

Maybe this could be a new start. Maybe you and Chan could be the incredibly rare type of people who are friends with their ex. You’d like that, actually, to have Chan back in your life beyond some tertiary character you hear about from other people. Texting him reminded you how much you actually miss your best friend.

Snatching your phone up, you just barely restrain yourself from checking to see if you somehow managed to miss any new messages.

“It’s a friend thing! Friend’s hang out all the time. We're going to go get coffee or something equally platonic and we're going to ignore all of the drunk texts I sent him!” Your voice raises in pitch towards the end, and it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than anything else.

Felix gives you a very unimpressed look. “You told him that you miss the feel of his-”

“I know what I said!"

"In your mouth-"

"Thank you!”

Those texts are burned into your brain, you're well aware of the things you sent Chan. How they got more detailed the more you sent. Just remembering some of them has you flushing.

“I mean," Felix hums, oblivious to the direction your thoughts are taking. "I guess it could be a thing friends do.” There's too much sarcasm in his words for your liking.

“As if you haven’t said something similar to any of your friends.”

One of his eyebrows arch, and the gesture is so very pointed. “Any friend that I’ve gotten on my knees for was never at any point an extremely complicated ex.”

"Shut the fuck up." He's right and you hate it.

But still. You want to see Chan so badly. Finally you give in to the all consuming urge to reply. Opening up Chan’s contact, your fingers work quickly.

-I mean, if you’re paying…

-Of course I’ll pay haha

-then count me in!

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone cave so quickly.” Felix sighs, but there’s something all tangled into his words. Some emotion you can’t really identify right now. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it sounds hopeful.

“Seriously, shut up.”

“You came here asking for my opinion!”

“Well!” You huff, trying not to glance at the little typing bubble that appears under your fingers. Signaling that Chan is in the middle of replying to you. He wants to continue your stupid little conversation. Your heart does a funny little wiggle at the sight. “I’ll take what you said into consideration, I guess.”

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Felix was probably right, and that was such a complicated thought to have while Chan’s hand was currently palming you through your shirt.

See, it really had started out with grabbing coffee together. Something extremely casual with no pressure, the conversation just a little awkward at the start. Both of you trying to remember how to be civil towards each other, how to smile and laugh at jokes. It came a lot easier to Chan, as always. But you missed this. You missed being in the same space as him and hearing his voice and fucking hell, Felix was right; you’re so incredibly weak.

You tried so hard to keep things on track, really you did. The possibility of being friends was right there, laid out in front of you. But then Chan smiled- that small little smile where he ducks his head and bites at his lip and looks up at you from under those fucking eyelashes of his, and oh. You were gone.

He makes it almost disgustingly easy to be around him. It makes your head buzz.

Somehow the touch of your fingers against the inside of his wrist lead you to his apartment. Where he pins you to the wall and kisses you so deeply you can feel it in your toes. You almost forgot what it felt like when Chan put his full strength into holding you in place. It’s heady.

He still tastes the same. Somehow, in the midst of his hands gripping and tugging you closer, pressing your hips flush together, that’s the thought that floats its way to the forefront. Chan tastes the same, even after all this time where you never got to taste him. He feels the same too, a little wider, mostly in his shoulders, but still familiar. He makes the same little noise in the back of his throat when you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

It’s all so familiar and you could choke on it.

You should probably talk about this. The making out, yes, absolutely, but also the last few months and the texts and him asking to see you out of the blue. It should be talked about, right? Except what would you even say? You’ll just rehash the same things you’ve been saying. You felt ignored and he felt suffocated and you could never find a way to meet in the middle because you’re both stubborn.

You should say something though, right? Right?

The press of his hand against the dip of your waist, pulling you closer, has you losing any semblance of what language even is. Words? Who needs them? He’s hooking his other hand behind your knee and hiking it up, guiding you to wrap your leg around him, and really all you can think about is how you aren’t close enough.

You sneak your fingers up under the hem of his shirt, feeling the expanse of his skin, and the sound of the breathiest gasp leaving his lips settles along the curve of your spine.

This doesn’t feel like a particularly good idea, but then he’s grinding against you, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh, and it doesn’t really matter all that much.

“Is this a terrible idea?” He asks, practically breathing the words directly into your mouth, and you find it a little funny. Not only are you both having the same sort of thought, but it feels incredibly belated.

“Honestly Chris? I don’t really give a fuck.”

That gets him to laugh. Just the quietest little giggle into the skin of your jaw. His hand moves, until he’s grabbing at your ass and angling your hips higher, and it’s really such an inspired thing. The feeling of him, hard through his denim, pressing into you has a moan tripping out of you.

You definitely need to talk about this.

Chan keeps touching you, kissing you, undressing you. Little by little, constantly asking 'is this ok? Yeah? We can stop whenever you want-' because he's still a gentleman. You haven't been this close to him in months, but he's still so fucking considerate. It'd be more maddening if it wasn't so familiar. If anything it’s reassuring, filling you with a stupid amount of confidence. You know how to deal with this.

You repeat yes over and over, hands at his shoulders and licking the word into his mouth, no matter how much he asks.

He peels your shirt away, careful with the fabric, mouth already trailing down your neck, your chest, landing on the swell of your cleavage. Hands so wide, palms easily fitting to your bare waist.

"Just tell me to stop, and I will-"

Finally you snap. Like a live wire pulled too taut, reaching out to grab at his face. Pressing your fingers into the hollows of his cheeks, his chin resting in the curve of your palm. "Christopher, I'm so horny I feel like I might cry. So while I really appreciate what you're trying to do- if you don't rail me stupid in the next five minutes, I can't be held accountable for my actions."

"Oh, sorry." He blinks at you, a little slowly as he leans more of his weight into your hand. Your fingers dig into the meat of his face and you can feel something tense in his jaw.

"Don't apologize baby, just get on with it." This feels familiar too. Like slipping into a pair of beloved jeans. The fit so perfect.

His eyes light up in the next instant, sparkling and bright, and holy shit you're in for it now. "Say less, boss."

You don't know if you still love him, but you do know that you'll always love the feeling of his mouth on you. His hands. Leaving wet trails as he kisses your skin messily, sloppy. Clever fingers following in the wake of his tongue.

#stray kids #skz #bang chan x reader #skz x reader #echo writes #if I missed any warnings/tags just let me know!#anyway uhh please enjoy.#I do have plans for a part 2 but nothing concrete #we'll see if I want to continue this lol

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hoe4sports · 1 month

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Alexia Putellas | The receipt

A/N: I’m discovering a new found obsession with Alexia so I’m gonna write a set of imagines with her too. Always read the first two imagines of each girl to understand the context of their relation.

Triggers: nothing, google translate Spanish.

I was casually placing up the newest curtains that we got in this morning. It felt so peaceful to work in an interior design store. I got to spend time walking around touching soft materials, looking at new bedsheet covers and blankets. I got to talk to so many new people within one day. It was the perfect job for me. It was Monday morning, and the awaited new items were coming in a bit late. I was struggling with the big boxes being everywhere in the litte shop, but I loved seeing what things were in trend and what had just arrived. A hand tapped by shoulder leaving me terrified as I was busy daydreaming about what my future appartment was gonna look like. I turned around and it was the sweetest old man. “Good morning, is there anything I could do to assist you today?” I said as I smiled while climbing down from the little latter I was using to hang the curtains.

“Good morning Miss, actually yes, my wife is celebrating her 90th birthday this week and I want to get her something special.” The old man replied as he smiled. I nodded and looked around me. “Is there anything you had in mind or do you want some help?” I said as I smiled knowing what I wanted to recommend to him. “I could really use some help, she has so many things!” He exclaimed as he zipped his jacket down. The store was always very hot, so I definitely understood him. “I have the perfect idea! What about a robe? We have multiple kinds. We have thicker materials, silk, cotton or even have linen.” I said as I walked towards the bathroom department of the store where we had the robes. I pulled out the rack of robes and showed him the colors. “Wow” he said as he touched them. “She likes pink and she is a cold person” he said as he furrowed his brows into a thinking position. “Perhaps this pink one that double layered, then” I said as I pulled it out of the rack. “That will do!” He said as he smiled widely clearly satisfied with himself. “Does she like good smells, soaps, towels?” I asked as the man nodded rapidly. “I suggest this pink soap bottle with a rosy smell, this complementing room spray and this matching towel” I said as I put them together to portray what they would look like. The old man nodded as he smiled widely. “Ring me up Miss!” he insisted as we made our way to the desk. I rang him up, he paid and I wrapped the gift in a cute giftbox adding a variety of ribbons and a tag. I did my very best to make the gift look special and the older man was visibly pleased. “Here, for your wife sir!” I said as I handed him the beautifully wrapped box. The man thanked me multiple times and told me how he was always happy to shop with us because of our very thoughtful customer service. I thanked him and waved him goodbye as he walked out.

This was the part of my job that I loved. I loved seeing customers get just what they want and be pleased to find something they have looked for. I walked over to the pile of boxes and pulled out some candle holders in crystal. They were something that every rich hausfrau would need. I kept unpacking the latest news and got to the bedding section. There were tons of new styles coming in synch with the season changing from winter to spring. I grabbed the higher latter from the back and climbed up to place the bedding. The bedding was heavy and I was juggling them back and forth between places to find the perfect spot for the new arrival.

“Hola, Do you work here yes?” A voice said behind me as it tapped my hip. I turned around and there was a woman standing next to the latter looking up at me. She was quite attractive, and I was slightly embarrassed by the fact that my ass was in the same height of as head since I was up on the latter. I jumped down, and smiled. “Good morning mrs, is there anything I can do to help you this morning?” I said as a put down the items I had tried to place. Her friend came around the ilse and she had a look on her face. “Si bonita, yo necesito una..” she was stopped by a smack in the back of her head. “Tonto! Tienes que hablar Inglés!” the other woman exclaimed. “Dios mío! Cállate por favor!” the attractive woman said back. I smiled knowing that I could speak perfectly Spanish as you step father was Spanish. He had been brought into my life as a toddler and he insisted in spaking Spanish with me claiming that it would help my learning abilities. “Sorry, yes, I need some cloth for the bed.” She said in a clearly Spanish accent. I giggled “Sheets? You need sheets?” I said as she blushed.

“Dios mío! Estupido de mierda. Nos estás avergonzando a los dos delante de la cura.” the woman said as she shook her head. I giggled again as I started walking. “Follow me please”. We came to the baskets with sheets and I looked at the pair. The blonde woman was still red and the brown haired woman looked like she was gonna piss herself laughing. “Cotton or satin, what do you prefer?” I asked as I touched the sheets in front of us. The blonde woman’s eyes widened. I smiled and explained.

“Cotton is cheaper. It stretches but I also gets wrinkly. Satin is more expensive, more silky but it dosent pill and it dosent wrinkle. Both have the fitted sheet look.” I said as a reached out for one of each for her to touch. She touched the sheets and looked confused. “What is your preference?” She asked. “Oh, I use the satin ones! They feeling cooling and they are way more durable than the cotton ones.” I said as she nodded. “I’ll take the satin then” she said as she winked. Did she just flirt with me? I shook the thought of quickly. “Now, what color do you prefer? We have navy, black, grey, white and cream” I said as I pointed to the different types. “Dios mio! Realmente necesito encontrar una novia.” the brunette said as she playfully slapped her toned bicep.

“The navy and black sheets dosent work well with blonde hair or fur. The white or cream sheets dosent work if you have a partner with black hair or pet fur.” I said as I smiled while I silently hoped that there was no partner. “I’ll go with crème then, no partner.” she said as she smiled shyly and looked at my blonde hair. I was doing everything I could to not blush.

I beeped the sheet and looked at her. “It’s 49 punds. Are you a member?” I asked as was focusing on the screen in front of me. She shook her head. “Do you wanna be a member? I would just need your phone number.” I said as I smiled hoping I could sign her up as a member because it would mean that I got extra bonuses. “Si, dale tu numero!” the brunette whispered and nudged her. “Yes, +34 914 36 38 40, you can write my name as Alexia Putellas.” she said and I obliged. “Quieres una bolsa para ello o lo tomas como estás?” I smirked as the blonde blushed and the brunette bend down hysterically laughing. “Ella puede entender español, mierda estúpida” she wheezed out. “I’ll take a bag.” The blonde muttered while looking down at the bank terminal. She paid for it and I handed her the sheet in a bag with the recite. “Thank you, and goodbye!” I said as the pair started walking out. I got back into working on bedding placement when a hand tapped my knee. Jesus I thought to myself, not one moment to finish the wall. “Good morning, how ca-“ I stopped as I saw the blonde woman again handing me a reciet. “You dropped it.” She said as she disappeared out of the store. I opened the receipt to see who had lost it so we could keep it if they came back. The recite had pen marks on it and when I looked closer it was a message.

“If you ever want coffee, +34 914 36 38 40.

-Alexia “

#woso imagine #alexia putellas #Alexis putellas imagine

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kneelingshadowsalome · 8 months

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You König work is amazing! Idk why but with that “y/n cant watch something with sweaty shirtless men!” It made me think what would König do if Engel was a gamer and had a guy that liked to game with her

Lol this turned out long and superduper self-indulgent for no good reason

CW: Jealousy, possessive behavior, mild smut

This guy friend of yours has the best equipment and has the best games, so you usually go to his place to play and have a few laughs. You somehow thought things would remain pretty much the same after you met König (silly you) because you've told him about this friend and how much fun you've had over the years. He's just a friend, there's nothing suspicious going on, so why couldn't you continue seeing him?

Interestingly enough, the words we're just friends are the exact wrong ones. "Friend" or no, you're not going to some other man's gaming lair alone.

He tags along next time you see this guy, and it's a bit awkward, because you know König doesn't play. He greets your friend coldly, then goes to "relax" on the sofa with a stiff upper back and pure ice in his stare. You shrug and start playing with your friend, and soon enough the feeling that there is a whole glacier behind your back recedes. You've missed playing with your friend so much!

Meanwhile on glacier König, things are only getting icier. If looks could kill, this other man would be dead already. König won't play, not even when your friend offers him the controller and you try to invite him to at least try. He says he likes to watch.

And boy, does he watch.

He watches you like a hawk, the way you immerse yourself in the game, the way you come so, so alive. The way your cheeks glow and your eyes sparkle, the way you laugh or frown or bite your lip with excitement.

The silence extends all the way back home, and then out of nowhere König starts to complain that the war game you played was poorly made.

"That game was highly inaccurate. The guns for example. M16 wasn't introduced to the field until–"

"König," you set a hand on his chest, "calm down. It's just a game."

He lifts his chin and looks at you, down, down, down, like he always does when he thinks he knows better – and he always knows better. But when you go to bed, he gets unusually touchy and cuddly. You're not getting any sleep before he has given you a hot, sweaty fingering session followed by an exceptionally needy cuddlefuck. You can't help but think whether the shameless display of fingering skills was to show off how good he is with his hands... And how he doesn't need a PS controller to prove it.

He suggests, uneasily, that he could buy you a big tv and five different consoles and all the games you want. You have to explain to him that it's not about the games per se, it's about the company. If you had a gift that allowed you to see under that mask, you would see how his nostrils flare at your innocent declaration.

Next time at your friend's house, you play Mario Kart. It's just what the doctor ordered because everytime you play that game you go into a giggle high. It's just so fun and harmless and silly... Actually, it's the perfect antithesis of König. Even your friend starts to laugh because joy is contagious. The only one who’s not laughing is König, who sits behind you like a monolith or a supervising adult, his stare flashing between you two. (When have you ever giggled like that with him...? When have you ever laughed like you can't even stop?)

The truth is that König is going nuts. First you played a lousy war game (riddled with mistakes), as if the fact that you have a super soldier like König wasn't enough for you. You even sighed 'wow 'when there was an intro scene with lots of explosions and an adrenaline-filled jump from a crashing plane. As if he didn't do stuff like that every day... As if he didn't shoot a real gun and kill real people every day. You would say 'wow' a thousand times more enthusiastically if you saw him doing all that shit for real.

And then? You play what looks like a colorful, nonsensical child's game and laugh your heart out with tears in your eyes. You're cute when you're in your gaming mode, and he just wants to squish you, get rid of that dude, then come squish you again.

And you sort of know that something is wrong and perhaps you shouldn't be seeing this friend so often...

It's not just the fact that you and your friend both try your best to ignore the hound dog who insists on coming along every single time even though he never plays.

It's not the fact that your soldier boyfriend has a special talent of making everyone uncomfortable.

It's the fact that everytime you come home, König is all over you and nearly smothers you with kisses and his tall, demanding frame. You barely get out of your shoes before he gets all touchy, almost gropey.

Next thing you know, you're being put to bed, literally, as he grinds you into the mattress in a desperate fashion. Grunting and groaning high above you, the poorly disguised fury seems to seep from his skin as he gets all sweaty and needy with you. Your adoring doe-eyes, your thrilled gasps and dazzled silence only spur him on.

Usually, he's mouthy in bed, but the need to possess you has reached such heights that he can't even speak. He just towers over you like a furious god, arms caging you in while he makes love to you with pitched grunts. When you ask him if he's angry (in a slightly peepy voice, because the man is actually freaking you out a bit), he grunts a quick "Nein" through gritted teeth. That's how you know he's definitely, thoroughly pissed.

Deprived moans send him over the edge right after you, and you can barely catch your breath before he collapses on top of you, cock still pulsing inside you as he seeks out the sacred little place between your ear and neck, lips burning your skin as he snarls:

"I know you are teasing me, little one... And I'm warning you that it's not a good idea."

#answered #yandere könig #könig x you #jealous könig #possessive könig

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whispering-ways · 10 months

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•♡✿⁠ tulips and katsudon ✿♡•

✿ summary: you and izuku go on your first date after crushing on each other for quite some time

✿ pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

✿ tags: no warnings, just fluff! :)

✿ notes: hi everyone! this is the first fanfic i've not only posted to tumblr but also the first i've written in general, so any constructive criticism is appreciated <3 it's also on my AO3 (whisperingways)

You’re searching for your earrings when you hear a soft knock at your door. You turn your head toward the door before calling out, 'Just a minute! I’m just finishing up in here.' Upon opening the door, you see Izuku standing there with a bouquet of flowers, looking as cute as ever. He is practically red all over as he all but thrusts the bouquet into your hands.

'Th-Those are for you; I remember you mentioning that tulips were your favorite, a-and I know that your favorite color is pink, so I picked them up for you. I hope you like them!' Izuku says with a slight chuckle.

'Thank you so much! Come in real quick while I put these flowers in a vase,' you say, opening the door wider so that he can come in. He carefully brushes by you and stands near your door as you fill up the vase at your table. As you run the vase under the faucet, you become more excited for your first date with Izuku.

You’ve been classmates for three years now, and while you've been friends for a long time, it was only in the past year that you started to fall for him. It has been hard not to, honestly. He is one of the sweetest, kindest boys you've met, not to mention academically driven and passionately loving everything and everyone he cares about, including you. He has also filled out over the years. All those years of training have given him a lean build, but he still retains that same old boyish smile that you love.

What you didn’t know is how he adored you as well. Yes, he thought you were absolutely adorable and gorgeous, but he also loves your personality. He admires how hard you work towards improving your quirk, striving every day to be the best hero you can be. He appreciates how sweet you are, not just to him, but to everyone around you. You have this caring aura about you that makes you so likable. He thought someone like you would never like him back, so he was content being friends. So, to say he was surprised to find a little note from you asking him out would be an understatement.

And that leads us to this afternoon, the first date. You two decided to go to a nearby restaurant for lunch, a tiny mom-and-pop shop that you suggested solely for its signature dish: katsudon. You"d have to admit, things seemed a bit tense at first, but as the day went along, you two slowly fell into your usual comfort.

"Wow! This katsudon is amazing! I mean, I really hate to say it, but it might even be a little better than my mom"s, but only by a little bit," Izuku said.

"It definitely is really good. I"m glad I got the spicy one though. You know, that reminds me of when Katsuki made that super spicy ramen. Kaminari took a bite of it, and he seemed like he was going to explode or something. Poor guy just kept drinking more and more milk!" you said with the most harmonious laugh Izuku had ever heard.

You both kept reminiscing about memories from the dorms until it came time for the bill. Although you insisted on paying for your meal, Izuku paid for both of you, saying that his mother raised him to be more gentlemanly than that. As you walked back to the dorms, the conversation continued, and as you neared the dorms, it was clear that neither of you wanted the date to end just yet.

"So um... would you happen to be free for just a little while longer? It"s okay if you"re not, but I know there"s this art museum nearby that I heard might be a little interesting," Izuku asked, wringing his hands. "Admission is free and all, so don"t worry about fees, but would you like to come with me?"

"I"d absolutely love to, Izu!" you said, elated that the date didn"t have to end just yet. "Would you maybe like to hold hands while we walk there?" you asked nervously, wondering if it would be too much too soon.

Izuku lit up like a Christmas tree. "Yes! I-I mean, yeah, that"d be nice. We can definitely hold hands," he said excitedly, offering his hand to you. You placed your hand on top of his, and you could have sworn you turned beet red. His hand nearly engulfed yours, and you loved the coarse feeling of it wrapping around yours. He interlaced your fingers together, and you both started the walk to the museum.

The museum was about a 15-minute walk from the dorms, making the stroll in the cool spring breeze absolutely lovely. Once you reached the museum, the receptionist informed you that they have a traveling exhibit about past heroes and art created with their quirks, which piqued both your and Izuku"s interest. You both looked at all the artwork pieces in awe while Izuku stood beside you, analyzing every piece, never letting go of your hand in the process. On the walk back, all you could talk about were the beautiful pieces of artwork.

"I think my favorite piece had to be those stone sculptures done by the creation quirk artist. I mean, it"s gotta be really useful to create all the tools you need at your disposal and definitely a great way to store things. What about you? What did you like the most?" you asked, looking into Izuku"s eyes, which seemed so much brighter than you last remember.

"I loved that one installation by the strength quirk user! I"m no artist myself, but it"s very creative to use that sort of magnified strength to create a huge installation, not to mention the use of her engineering background. Using both the background and her quirk to create an interactive, domino-effect-esque installation that allows all ages to enjoy the art was absolutely ingenious in my opinion. Plus, the use of colors was really- oh God, I"m rambling, aren"t I? I"m so sorry," he exclaimed, looking down towards the ground.

"Don"t worry, you weren"t rambling at all. I think it"s cute, honestly," you replied, sending Izuku into a tizzy.

"W-Well, I"m, uhh, glad you like it. You"re pretty cute yourself," he said, beet red, squeezing your hand.

You both kept talking about the exhibit until you reached the dorms, and Izuku walked you up to your room. "Thank you so much for this date, Izuku. It"s been nothing short of lovely, truly," you said, gently holding both his hands in one of yours, with a soft smile painting your face.

'Honestly, the pleasure was all mine. I never thought you’d actually ever want to go out on an actual date with me, so this has all been like a dream come true. In fact, I was going to ask... whether you’d be interested in possibly having another date sometime soon?' Izuku asked tentatively.

'Yes, I’d absolutely love that! Just text me the day and time you’d be free, and we can plan something out if that sounds good to you?'

'Perfect! Well, I guess this is goodbye then, huh? I’ll see you in class tomorrow?' he said, looking up at you with that boyish smile that you oh so adored. It’s clear that neither of you wants the date to end, but it's a school night, and you both prioritize having a full night’s rest.

'I guess so, Izu. I hope you have a nice evening, though. And again, thank you so much for making this day as lovely as you are!' you beamed. You thought about it momentarily and then gave him a quick peck on the cheek before wishing him goodbye and closing your door, leaving him a blushing mess.

You slid down, back against your door, giggling like a schoolgirl at the kiss. Something about it just made your heart absolutely burst with giddiness. You were already daydreaming about what your next date was going to be like. There was no way you were getting any sleep tonight.

#bnha mha #mha x reader #mha #bnha fanfiction #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x reader #bnha izuku #mha izuku #izuku x y/n #ao3 izuku #izuku fluff #deku my hero academia #deku midoriya #deku x reader #deku fluff #izuku midoryia x you #izuku midoriya #deku mha #midoriya deku

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m-jelly · 8 months

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Tea for two - Chapter 7

Pairing: Post-war Levi x Fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: Canon world, post-war, injured Levi, scarred Levi, romance, falling in love, fluff, angst, emotional pain, emotional Levi, mentions of pregnancy, engagements, marriage talk, baby talk, suggestive talk

In this chapter: Levi and you spend a blissful together at home. Months after Levi and you started being intimate winter has arrived and Levi starts acting towards the future. You and Levi have an emotional moment at home when you reveal a possibility to him.

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Part 8

You hummed as you felt warmth against your naked body. You opened your eyes and saw the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, Levi’s sleeping face. You reached over and gently caressed his cheek. Images of last night fluttered through your mind causing your heart to race. The two of you had ravaged each other last night for the first time. Levi was determined to get better during sex. He was an unstoppable love-filled beast and you adored it.

Levi opened his eyes and hummed as his body started aching. All night he was active with you which meant he would suffer today with his left leg, but it was all worth it. He looked over at you to see you were awake. A loving smile spread over his scarred lips as he took you in. His strong arms wrapped around you. Your body dragged against the bed as you were pulled closer to your man.

Soft playful giggles escaped you both. Kisses were exchanged, they were delicate and sweet at first but they soon turned heated. Bodies shifted a little and the two of you embraced each other that morning. Pleasure-filled moans and panting filled the room as you reminded each other how much you loved the other.

Exhaustion took over you both meaning you had to rest yet again. The hunger that was in you both for each other’s bodies was only satisfied for a moment before you needed each other again. However, you couldn’t spend all day in bed exploring each other because you had an adorable dog to take for a walk and Levi needed his medication for the day.

You sat up in bed and stretched your aching body covered in lovebites. A smile spread across your lips when you felt a hand run up your back and then loving lips. “Levi.”

He shifted a little. “Stay.” He kissed the crook of your neck. “Stay with me.”

“I’m just going to the kitchen. Bo needs to be let out. We all need breakfast and you need your meds. I shouldn’t be long.” You turned to face Levi. You reached over and rubbed his chest. “You should get in a nice warm bath for your leg.”

He tapped his forehead against your shoulder causing his hair to tickle your skin. “I know, but I don’t want you to leave. I feel like you’ll disappear as soon as I let you go.”

“I’m not going to leave you.” You kissed the side of his head and tried to send your love through to him. “I love you. I want to keep you.”

He lifted his head and smiled at your sweet words. “I like that. I love you and I want to stay with you.”

You gave Levi a reassuring kiss before slipping out of bed. “Do you want a bath?”

“If you join me.”

You hummed. “Last time I joined you it ended in lots of sex.”

He smiled. “I know. So, will you join me?”

You pressed the end of his nose. “No. You need to rest that leg of yours.”

He whined a little. “But…”

You got up and stumbled on weak legs. “Oh, wow, I certainly took a pounding.” You hummed a laugh. “Your legs have got to be bad if mine are like this.”

Levi looked down at his legs and hummed. “Possibly.”

You pulled on some clothes before going to the bathroom and starting Levi’s bath. The bathroom began to fill with relaxing scents from the nice mixtures. You returned to Levi to see he had pulled on some light clothes. It was clear by the way Levi was moving that his leg was suffering a little. So, you retrieved his wheelchair and moved it close to the bed.

With a heavy sigh, Levi shifted into his chair. “I think I did fuck up my leg.” He chuckled a little. “I have no regrets. I would like to do more.”

You pushed him to the bath. “You are on a ban, Mr. I don’t want to aggravate your leg.”

“You could never.” He watched you closely as you busied yourself around the bathroom. “You love me and I love you.”

The two of you worked together to get Levi undressed and in the bath without upsetting his leg too much. You gave him a loving kiss and began washing his hair. With gentle movements, you massaged your fingers in Levi’s hair to spread the shampoo. You rinsed his hair with warm water after and gave him a loving kiss on his neck.

Levi sank a little in the bath and felt his aching joints relax. “Thank you.”

You squeezed his hand. “I’ll be right back, okay? I’m gonna go see Bo and make some breakfast.”

He placed a loving kiss on your hand. “Okay. I promise to relax and not get horny.”

You giggled. “Good boy.”

Bo was excited to see you when you entered the living room. You get him a little treat before releasing him into the garden. The air was cold when you went outside, which meant winter was on its way. Winter was a wonderful time, but you knew very well that it would hurt Levi’s leg. You were going to make sure that you took extra care of Levi during the winter.

You gave Bo a fuss when he returned to you. Bo’s adorable eyes watched you closely as you cooked breakfast for Levi and you. The table was set up nicely with some freshly cut flowers from the garden in a vase. Once everything was set up you went to the bedroom to see Levi was changed, in his chair and drying his hair.

Levi lowered his towel and smiled. “Hey, everything okay?”

“Yes. How are you feeling?”

“Better. The bath was a great idea.” He offered you his towel. “Could you dry my hair for me?”

You happily grabbed the towel and started rubbing his hair. “There we go.”

Levi rather enjoyed the comb running through his hair. “That feels nice.”

“It’s lovely, right?” You leaned around and kissed his cheek. “Let’s get your breakfast and meds.”

As you wheeled Levi into the living room he thought about his life and his situation. “I hope that one day I won’t need meds.”

You stopped him in front of the table and watched him fuss a happy Bo. “I’m sure it’ll happen. It’s been a year since you left the hospital, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“So, you’re still in the early days of healing from a massive injury.” You kissed him. “You’ll get there.”

“I will.”

You poured a cup of tea and placed Levi’s medication in front of him. “Eat up and enjoy.”

Levi popped his meds and felt a bit gross as he swallowed them. A shudder ran through him as the tablets went down. He enjoyed the food you’d made him and thought about what he could do for the day. The cold breeze outside called for his attention. Just by gazing outside, Levi could tell that this winter would be a harsh one. However, Levi knew he could take this winter in his stride because he had you and Bo.

“Levi?”

His eyes flicked over to your soothing face. “Mm?”

You reached over and took his hand in yours. “You worried about winter?”

“I would have been if I was alone.” He raised your hand and kissed it. “I have you now, so everything is okay.”

“I’m glad.” A long sigh escaped you. It wasn’t intentional but it made you feel better, like a weight had been lifted. “I worry about you, Levi.”

“You don’t need to. I’m well. I showed you how well I am all night and this morning.” He eyed you. “I would like to show you more.”

You leaned closer and pressed your lips against Levi’s causing him to growl. “I told you, you need to rest.” You rose to your feet. “I need to clean up and you need to cool down.”

Levi leaned his head back. “This is hard. This is the first time I’ve ever had sex and yet I’m craving it so much, but before you, I never even thought about it.”

You massaged your fingers into his hair. “I understand.”

He whined a little as he thought about all the sex you’d had. “Was it good for you?”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and placed delicate kisses on his cheek. “Yes. I was moaning over and over and asking for more.” You smiled against his ear making him shiver. “I loved every minute of it.” You pulled away from him and began the washing. “I am paying for it though. My hips ache.”

“Hips…” A strong blush consumed Levi’s cheeks at a twitch of arousal went through him. “Tch, damn it. I’m like a teen going through puberty and has just discovered tits and pussy.”

You laughed and handed over a nice ice-cold lemonade to Levi. “It’s cute.”

He looked you up and down. “Yours are fucking incredible.”

You purred a little. “Those are flirting words.” You slipped onto his lap and sat across it with your legs slung over the arm of his wheelchair. “I could just eat you up.”

“I would like that.”

A sweet giggle came from you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned closer for a kiss. You sighed through your nose as your lips pressed against Levi’s. “I’m thinking today we have a lazy day.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “Cuddles under a blanket on the sofa.”

“I can do that.”

You slipped off Levi’s lap and jumped behind him. “Shall we put the radio on or would you prefer to read a book together?”

Levi gazed at you. “I adore your voice.”

You selected a book that you were a quarter of a way in with Levi. “Book it is.”

Bo jumped up on the sofa and stole your space.

Levi chuckled and gazed at you. “Looks like your seat is my lap.”

“I’m too heavy.”

He patted his lap. “You’re not. Now, sit.”

You released a long sigh before placing a blanket on Levi’s lap and sitting on him. “Okay, let’s start reading.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you and smiled. “Ready.”

You walked up behind Levi in his shop and wrapped your arms around him. “Hi.”

Levi blushed at your touch. “Hello, love.” He turned in your arms and gazed at you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He held your hips and thought about how two months ago you took his virginity, since then he’d been unable to keep his hands to himself. He gazed at your stomach and thought for a moment before snapping his gaze up to your face. He tilted his head and kissed you. A gentle sigh escaped him as he forgot all about possibly customers seeing the two of you.

You cupped Levi’s face as a smile graced your kissable lips. “What’s on your mind?”

Love. Love was the only thing on his mind and in his heart. “You.”

“Cute.”

His lips found yours for a sweet moment before he pulled away. “I have to go out and shop. I’ll be right back. Can you man the shop while I’m out?” He realised his request was silly. “What am I saying? You’ll do incredible. It’s why I hired you.” The thick coat dragged against his white shirt as he pulled it on. Bo trotted to his side expecting to go with. “Stay here Bo. You have to protect your mother.”

“Bo! Come here, baby.” Bo wagged his trail and hurried over to you. “Good boy.” You gazed at Levi as he fixed his coat. “Grumpy? You need your scarf, hat and gloves.”

“It’s not that cold.”

You hastily made your way over to Levi and began wrapping him up. “You need to stay warm. I think it’ll snow today. Plus, there is a lot of frost about.” You presented his cane to him. “Go slow.”

With a jaw tightly clenched, Levi resisted saying something. It was clear to him you meant well by your words, but for so long he had been okay alone. Having someone care for you after years of being alone was odd. Making the switch from being independent to letting someone do things for you was a hard thing to do. Ensuring his heart was filled to the brim with love was the key thing in this situation. Being dressed up by you was an act of love, you were showing your love for him.

His gloved hands wrapped around your own. “Thank you for taking care of me as much as you do.”

“I’m sorry if it bothers you.”

Reading Levi was a difficult task for most people. Thoughts and feelings were tightly locked up even though he was a rather emotional person. It was odd at first that you read him like an open book. However, he rather liked the fact that he didn’t need to explain himself or hide anything. You understood him more than anyone has ever done before.

He leaned closer to you. “I love you.”

Your cheeks heated up. “Wh-where did that come from?”

“You don’t need to be sorry, okay? I have done so much by myself for so long that I admit it is odd to accept help.” He pulled you against him as he smiled at you fitting against him like a glove. “I love it. I love that you understand me. I love that you can read me so well. I love that you take care of me. I love that you are always thinking of me. I just love you.”

“I love you too.”

Soft loving lips pressed together as you shared an intimate moment. Little whines escaped you both when you reluctantly parted from each other. With a loving kiss on the cheek, Levi made his way out of the shop and across the frost-bitten ground to the local shops. Your loving and concerned woods echoed throughout his head. Carefully, he walked across the street to the shop he needed.

The bell lightly jingled alerting the owner to a customer. Wooden floors screaked underfoot as Levi made his way over to the glass counter with the prize he desired underneath. Stones glistened under the soft glow of the room light. There was a mix of gold and silver holding gems tightly. All were presented as if they were pleading to be picked.

A delicate green sparkle caught his eye. Green meant a lot to Levi so seeing it on a ring in a gentle light colour against silver was perfect. Imagining it on your finger was easy for him. It was an easy choice for him, marrying you. Before you, he had never thought about marriage before, but now he wanted it more than ever.

“Something catch your eye?” The seller leaned down a little and caught Levi’s eye. He flinched a moment at seeing the two different coloured eyes Levi had, along with the scars. It clicked in his head that the man before him was the famous Captain. “Captain Levi, right?”

Levi nodded in response. “Yes.”

“You own that tea shop, correct?”

“I do.”

The owner smiled. “You have that pretty lady working for you.” He clicked his fingers in thought and said your name. “Right?”

“Yes.”

The owner gasped when the realisation hit him. “You’re dating and you’re here for a ring?”

“Correct.” A dull thud echoed when Levi tapped his leather-gloved-covered finger against the glass. “This one.”

“Oh, that’s a lovely light green stone.” He opened the little compartment and retrieved the ring. He placed it on a cloth and smiled. “Pretty, right? Do you know her ring size?”

Levi started your size and carefully picked up the ring. “This is perfect for her.”

“It’s like its fate. That ring is in her size.”

Levi smiled softly as he played with it. “I would like to buy it. Could I get it in a nice box?”

“Of course!”

Levi gripped his cane as he reluctantly handed over the ring. Visions of running off with the ring and giving it to you flooded his head, but he knew he had to wait. The ring box was sweet and pretty, he was happy to present you with it. Levi handed over the money for the ring and took the box from the shop owner.

The owner bowed to Levi. “Thank you for shopping with us. Have a pleasant day.”

Levi waved to the owner, slipped outside and released a long sigh. Before you, he wasn’t too keen on winter but as he stood outside in the crisp cold air and watched his breath curl and dance before his eyes, he loved it. The concept of the future made it all the more exciting as well. Winter with a house full of children seemed like an exciting concept to Levi. He couldn’t wait to play with a little one in the snow.

The silver tip of his cane tapped on the stone floor as he travelled through the street to his next destination. Though it was winter, the flowers inside the shop were plentiful. It seemed like the owner grew some flowers in a nice cosy greenhouse. Levi could see a few flowers he wanted in a nice bouquet.

The door creaked when he pushed the door open. The gentle smell of flowers filled the air and was a delight to the senses. His gloved hand wrapped around the flowers he wanted. He carefully laid them down on the varnished countertop and smiled a little at the owner to reassure her. The scars on Levi’s face did make people worry and be cautious, so he’d learned to smile to calm them.

She grinned at Levi seeing how charming and handsome he was. “This it?”

“Yes.”

She carefully wrapped up the flowers and made sure they were arranged nicely. “Here you go, sir.”

Levi handed the money over and carefully took the flowers. “Thank you.”

She gazed at the flowers and saw Levi was a little nervous with pink cheeks. “Popping the question?”

“I am.”

She nodded as a smile grazed her lips. “Wonderful. How are you going to do it?”

He looked at the flowers. “Just ask?”

She stared at him for a while. “So…no romantic dinner…or…walk?”

He whined a little. “No…”

“Oh…”

Levi gripped his flowers. “I know her and what she likes. I don’t need advice from someone I don’t know.”

She defensively put her hands up. “Understood. Forgive me.”

“I didn’t mean to snap.” He gulped hard. “I am hoping it’ll snow because she does like it.”

“Good luck.”

He gently bowed his head before leaving the shop into the cold. He released a long sigh and thought about the woman’s questioning. He hummed in thought and proceeded to make his way back to his shop. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you talking to a cute little girl as you handed over a hot chocolate with cute toppings.

You flicked your gaze to Levi and grinned. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you.”

You hurried over to him. “Need help?”

“I uh…yes.” He handed you the bouquet. “For you.”

You felt your cheeks burn as you took the flowers. “Thank you.” You kissed Levi’s cheek. “They’re perfect.”

Levi smiled softly. “You ready to go home? It’s closing time.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll see to the last customer and lock up.”

You bowed. “I will put everything away.”

It didn’t take you both long to clear up the shop and get it ready for closing. With winter here, the shop was rather popular because you provided something that kept people going through their day. A splash of warmth on a cold day was enough to keep people moving. Plus, the shop was always nice and warm because Levi was always checking the fireplace and the heating system to make sure you, his precious lover, stayed healthy and happy.

Levi watched you closely as you approached your winter things. “Allow me, my love.” He leaned his cane against the wall and began wrapping you up warm. “I have to make sure you’re warm.”

“Thank you. You take great care of me.”

A cute blush graced Levi’s cheeks. “I try.”

“Kiss?”

Levi’s heart raced when you gazed at him with adorable pleading eyes and slightly pursed lips. He leaned close and captured your lips in a loving kiss. “Mm. Hold my hand as we walk home.”

“Okay.”

With hands tightly entwined you both walked through the cold streets with Bo leading the way. Levi’s heart was beating fast as he ran through the next moments in his head. Marrying you and having a family with you was a dream come true. So, the moment he asked you to marry him had to be perfection. He was thinking of possibly a meal and cooking it nicely and setting up candles and a table too.

“Levi!”

He was dragged out of his thoughts and looked over at you to see you to see you had released your hold on him. Snow fluttered down around you as you stood before him in the middle of the road with your hand out and pure delight on your face. Maybe it was the snow, maybe it was your smile or maybe it was something else but before he knew it he was down on one knee before you.

You turned and looked down to see Levi was down on one knee. “Levi?”

He placed his cane on the floor before retrieving the ring box from his inside pocket. The lid of the box creaked a little when he opened it to reveal the delicate green stone on the silver ring. He stated your full name. “Will you marry me?”

Tears filled your eyes as your heart was filled with love and joy. You nodded a lot. “Yes. Yes, Levi. I will!” You grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. “Sorry, I just need to hug and kiss you!”

Levi laughed when you jumped into his arms. “I love you.”

You crashed your lips against Levi’s. “I love you too.” You pulled back and eyed the ring. “It’s so pretty.”

Levi took your hand and slipped the ring on. “It fits you perfectly.”

“It does.” Your eyes sparkled in delight. “I can’t believe it. I’ve been thinking and dreaming of this moment for so long. I’m so in love with you, Levi.” You gasped and leaned down so you could grab his cane. You stood up and handed it to Levi. “Here.”

“Thank you.”

You nibbled your lip a little. “So, about getting home.”

“Yes?”

You gripped the lapels of his coat. “How about you make love to your fiancée?”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “I uh.” A pulse of arousal went through him. “I would like that.”

You tilted your head and kissed him. “I can’t wait.”

The snow was coming down heavily outside, so the shop was closed and most people in the town were locked up in their homes. The whole morning you’d both been in bed wrapped up in each other’s bodies. Levi was suffering a little for going so passionately and hard, but it was worth it. You were worth it. Your body was incredible and he loved exploring every inch of you and getting to explore the body of the woman he was going to spend his life with.

You glanced over at Levi to see he was staring at you. “Something up?”

He huffed and looked away from you. A faint pout on his lips. “Nothing.”

You got off the sofa making Bo whine and made your way over to your fiancé. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

You placed your hands on the arms of his chair and loomed over him. “Levi Ackerman. Talk to your fiancée.”

He whined a little before looking up at you. His heart raced as soon as he locked eyes with you. “You weren’t paying attention to me.”

You hummed a laugh. “You want to snuggle on the sofa together?”

He nodded shyly. “Please.”

“Okay, I’ll get Bo down in his bed.” You walked over to your pup and guided him to his comfy bed. You put a blanket over him and smiled. “Sleep tight, my pup.”

Levi limped over to the sofa and plopped himself down with a huff. “Love?”

You hummed a laugh. “I’ll be there in a bit, grumpy. I’ll get us some tea first.”

He huffed. “Okay.”

“You’re extra grumpy today.”

“I’m not.”

You walked over with a tray of tea and snacks. “I’m surprised.”

“Why?”

You placed the tray down and smirked at Levi. “After such a fun morning together, I would have expected you to be on cloud nine.”

Levi ran his hand up the back of your leg to your bum. He firmly squeezed your behind. “You were incredible.”

You sat down and smiled at him. “You’re making me out to be this sex goddess.”

“Because you are.”

You leaned over and kissed him. “You’re cute.” You handed him his tea. “Drink up.”

Levi chugged some of his tea and then placed it down. “Okay, now cuddle time.”

You opened your arms. “Come here then.”

Levi grabbed your wrist. “No. I’ll cuddle you.”

“Oh, this is different.”

He yanked you against him and wrapped his arms tightly around you. He pushed his slender fingers into your hair and began massaging. “I do love being held by you, but this? This is incredible.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I could be like this with you for the rest of my life.”

You closed your eyes as well as you listened to the beating of his heart. You lovingly rubbed his abs with your hand. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed tightly. “I love you.”

Levi smiled softly. “I love you too. I love you so much.” He kissed the top of your head. “When are your parents arriving again?”

“Two weeks. Hopefully, the snow lets up a bit for them.”

Levi smiled a little. “I can’t wait. We’ll be planning our wedding with them.”

You raised your head from Levi. “Have you told the scouts about us getting married?”

Levi groaned a bit. “Not yet. I want them at the wedding, but I don’t want the madness that comes with some of them.”

You tenderly rubbed Levi’s cheek. “Invite them. The noise and playfulness will be fun.” You took Levi’s hand and placed it on your stomach. “It’ll be noisy when we have little ones.”

Levi blushed. “It will be.”

You hummed a laugh. “You do want them, right?”

He nodded. “I do, but I will admit there is a bit of a fear inside me.”

“I have that too. Will it all go well? Will I be a good mother? Will they love me?”

“Darling, they will adore you.” He leaned closer and kissed you. “We’ll do it together when the time comes.”

You nibbled your lip. “Maybe sooner rather than later.”

Levi stared at you. “What…what do you mean?”

You pressed your lips together. “I’m two months late. I thought missing last month was just…a blip. I was due two weeks ago and I’ve missed it.”

Levi gulped hard. “You…uh…”

You pulled back from Levi. “You’re upset.” You touched your stomach. “I umm…”

Levi placed his hands on his thighs. “You…you really are?”

“I’m sure of it. We’ve never used protection. In the many months, we’ve been a couple.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know.”

You stood up. “I’m gonna take Bo for a walk.”

Levi clenched his fist. “It’s a blizzard out there.”

“I just…” You welled up. “I need to go.”

Levi reached over and grabbed your hand. “Don’t go. We need to talk about this.”

You pulled your hand from him. “What’s there to talk about? You’re clearly uncomfortable about me being pregnant.”

“I’m not. I’m in shock.” He stood up and softly said your name. “Please, don’t go out there in the fucking blizzard. Let us talk about it.”

You started sobbing. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cry so much but my emotions are all over the place.”

Levi pulled you close. “I want this baby, I do. I just didn’t think it would happen so soon.”

You sniffed. “You really want them?”

He nodded and smiled at you. “I do. I want kids so badly and this is incredible that we’re having a baby. I’m fucking terrified, that’s true, but we can do it together.”

You nodded. “Mm.”

He released a long sigh. “I’m sorry for how I reacted. I was just…you caught me off guard.” He frowned. “That’s a terrible excuse.”

You rubbed your tears away. “No, no. It makes perfect sense.” You sniffed a little. “It is life-changing and you have experienced nothing but loss in your life. I bet you’re worried you won’t be a good dad, or I will die or the baby will.” You smiled a little. “Or maybe you will and I’ll be left alone.”

Levi nodded as he fought his tears. “Yes. You understand me so well.”

You wiped his tears away. “How about we start this moment over.”

He smiled and nodded. “Please.”

You cupped Levi’s face and smiled. “Levi, I think I’m pregnant.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “I can’t wait to meet them.” He pulled back a bit. “I’m going to work even harder on my physio so I can run around with our kids.” He kissed you and hummed. “We’ll have to start thinking of baby names right away. I would like something rather sweet, possibly a flower name?”

You rubbed Levi’s chest. “Kuchel would be nice.”

Levi stared at you and then the tears started flowing. “Mm…yes…”

You hugged him tightly. “I think it’s perfect.”

Levi smiled. “A baby, huh? That’s incredible.” He sat on the sofa and pulled you close so he could reach your stomach. “You’re going to be loved so much. I will work hard to be stronger so I can run around with you and play all kinds of games.” He kissed your stomach and sighed. “I’m looking forward to meeting you, just don’t hurt your mummy too much when you do arrive.”

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Keeping It Close To The Chest (KICTTC) pt. 2

Wow, I really was inspired! It really warms my heart that so many people enjoyed it as well! Again I Frankensteined this together as parts of it came to my brain, then connected them all. I swear I shuffled things like 5 times.

Be safe, make good choices

TW/CW: Child abuse, child murder, death, child death (Danny), Shock/ptsd symptoms, Guilt/ self-blame, Child warriors/soldiers, blood, familial abuse/ neglect

~~~ IF I MISSED A TAG please let me know, I want everyone to be able to make the informed choice that is best for them! ~~~

Here is part one in case you missed it!

Part three Part four

Happy holidays my friends :3

~Ren

One two three four five six. In. Hold.

The air in the bat cave was chilly. As usual.

One two three four five. Out. Again.

Usually, moisture clung to Damian’s skin and clothes. Today it seemed harsh and dry like even the cave was voicing its displeasure and passing judgement. It added to his melancholy and nostalgia.

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His first week in Gotham the rain had been coming down in heavy sheets, he had never seen a storm quite as wild before. He had felt small standing on the Wayne manor doorstep next to Mother, with the wind and rain whipping around them, cradling them in water. He shivered at the memory. Damian had only known the weather in Nanda Parbat, being so close to Ladakh the weather alternated between dry and hot to freezing temperatures in the winter. True downpours were rare due to where the base had been built.

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The nights were long and cold. Their room only outfitted with bare essentials, had none of the comfort he had now. Damian can still recall how his little body would shiver and shake no matter how hard he tried to still it. Many winter nights under the protection of the dark, Danny would cross their room to slip under his covers. Two little bodies next to each other, the warmth soothing their bruises and sore muscles while they watched the snow drift down from the window.

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Damian was not in shock as Tim may have suggested. No. He would never fall so far that emotional distress would prevent him from what must be done. The nervous tick to his heart was because of his worry for Danyal. Damian had only accepted the heat reflective blanket so Father would leave him be. He clutched the edges in an attempt to refocus. He cannot remember who dragged the plush chair into the batcave but he supposed being comfortable while waiting for Danyal to wake was acceptable. Damian also grudgingly could admit to himself, they were kind to place it so he maintained visual on his little brother.

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Danyal’s blood had stained his costume. Green and red, Damian’s colors but now, well. He’d start by asking Alfred to take a look, see if it could be cleaned but maybe it was time to follow in his sibling’s footsteps and completely change his armor out for something that didn’t threaten to drive him to his knees.

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He wanted to be clean, so he'd be allowed in Danyal's room, but he was stuck where he was. Some parts of his clothes were wet still, other less saturated parts were dry and itchy and uncomfortable. He idly scratched at some, and then abruptly stopped when the flakes caught under his nails. He’d have to talk with Danny about why it seemed his green blood tingled against his skin.

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( He would bite his tongue though, he's not so dense to miss the fact that prying is glaringly rude, and he doesn't want to give his brother anymore reasons to run from him. Even if he wondered why Danyal's blood smells like rotting food and sweaty locker room with a touch of something he couldn't name. It was a nauseating combination instead of the iron he has grown used to.)

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Toxic green it was always that blasted bright green. Grandfather lived as long as he did due to the pits, the pits brought Jason back, now Danyal was affected, and he had no idea what to do. He was scared. He was so sacred.

One two three four five. Out. Again

"Heyy Bud, maybe it's time to change and shower?" Richard's voice comes from behind where Damian slumped. Damian allows a quick glance at his eldest brother, before he turns his gaze back to Danny's prone form on the bed.

No, he hadn't flinched at the sudden noise, he obviously knew Richard was approaching his seat. Even if his brother is eyeing him with that look like he knows what Damian is thinking. Damian bites his cheek until he splits the skin. Which he can't. He can try to understand because of his experiences with Jason's death, but. Danny was Damian's twin. His other half, they had always been together. Richard can't possibly understand the guilt he carried for not realizing Danny's plan when he realized something had changed the look in his twin's eye, or how ashamed he is for the sliver of pride he felt afterwards when Grandfather handed Damian with his personal kodachi, a blade every member had coveted. How it felt like betrayal that he had thrived in the League those five years after Danyal's death.

He doesn't know what that's like to lose an intrinsic part of you. He had a family before being adopted by Father. The Wayne's had been allowed to stop for Jason's death. Dick had been allowed to mourn his little brother, to erect a grave to sit with. Damian only had had Danyal and then he died, and Damian was never able to speak of Danyal again until now. Hell, Grandfather was pleased to have taught Damian a lesson on rooting out weakness. He regrets not trying to bring life to those memories he cherishes.

Damian's frustrated with himself, the small movement was meant to be a reach for one of the knives that are still lining his body. Inescapable evidence he is balancing precariously on a knife's edge. Evidence Richard is no doubt started collecting the minute he had realized Damian recognized him. A fierce scowl finds its way onto Damian's face as he clenches the material of his pants between his fists. He wants to scream. If he were Jason, he'd snort at his brother's insistence in taking Bruce's place when he glitches over big emotions, when inevitably hides from his children until he's done processing.

Damian doesn't say anything though for a couple minutes, he knows Richard is caring and kind but the idea of talking about feelings with his sappiest brother has Damian suppressing a shutter. He doesn't want to talk about any of this, even if he knows his grace period to collect his thoughts is running out quickly.

"I'll stay with him while you're gone." Richard offers quietly, "Babybat, please?"

The name hasn't bothered Damian in years but now it has him seething and baring his teeth. "Do not call me that Grayson." Damian has never been the baby of the family, that spot has always been Danny's.

No one has questioned his prickly disposition since his arrival or knows why he hates their pet names or where and he disappears on his birthday. They dismissed it with condescending smiles, ruling it as him finally acting like a child, more anger, less murder. Like throwing a tantrum over a ripped toy. How has he managed to fool a family of crime fighting detectives?... He's the superior son of course. The sentiment rings hollow, if they don't know it's because they didn't bother to ever really get know Damian past his carefully constructed front. Truly, Damian thought, a ten-year-old fooling all of the Bats and Wings is ridiculous. Damian is stubborn to a fault and decided if they think his grief is equal to an upset child, well he wasn't going to point it out for them. It took Danyal dropping from the sky for them to realize, there was more to Damian than they knew.

Grayson is watching him carefully now, but his posture remains open, relaxed, his warm smile still firmly in place. Even if Damian knows the tightness at the corners indicates his rising anxiety. Damian still wants to break those perfect teeth of his.

This isn't easy for him, why would he make it easier for them.

Instead of acting on his impulse to maim, he paces closer to the glass, allowing himself to remember their childhood, Danny had burned brightly in the darkness the League surrounded itself in -too brightly- and ultimately snuffed out. Danny was all enthusiastic questions, witty remarks and freely given smiles. He had intended to tell Father about his dead twin, had been preparing how to report the situation just right in the time it took to travel from Nanda Parbat to Gotham with Mother, surely Father would let him speak of Danyal, even once would have been enough.

The whole point of Mother sending him away to live with Father was to get him away from the League and Grandfather's influence. Away from his wretched rules that prevented him from honor Danyal as he should. Mother had tried to hide her emotions away but when Grandfather had started talking about Damian like he did Danny those last few months and -well, Damian was an excellent assassin being the son of Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne; two of the most resourceful people out there- he knew what her fear looked like in the forced steadiness of her hand as she lead him away, the sorrow in her brow. He knew his Grandfather would soon order him dead as well.

Mother had him pack his bag and took him to Father, one twin lighter than planned. His Father was nothing as expected. Damian had imagined someone like Mother, always calm and collected, her icy displeasure, her quiet pride. Batman was close to expectation, Bruce Wayne on the other hand was loud, emotive, emotionally compromised. Damian would've shrunk under his Father's attention that first meeting if not for his rigorous training. Anger, guilt, resentment all flew around the room. He kept the secret of his twin buried where it couldn't hurt anyone; he had seen Father's reaction to Damian, nothing good would happen if he told Bruce. The detective would surely push and pry until their secrets lay at his feet, once a mystery was presented to him Batman would stay on it until he was satisfied with the answers. The destruction would only be regretted in the aftermath.

It was demeaning to allow his new family to think he lacked in his training but for those first few months with Danny saturating his thoughts Damian would turn to where Danyal would be at his elbow, would open his mouth to whisper in Arabic to share their secrets like they used to or he would leave his blind spots wide open, shame and grief had warred inside him for a long time. Damian had loved his little brother with everything he had and then he was gone- killed by his own hand at his Grandfather's request. The Waynes had given him this new family with assorted siblings overnight, and itmade him breathless to acknowledge that Danyal would never thrive in this warmth.

(Danny had been a mischievous child, witty and too smart for his own good to the frustration of their teachers. Even if he fell short in martial arts and weapons training compared to his older brother, he was better at blending quietly into the shadows. The twins shared a fierce protectiveness between them of course but Danyal? Danyal was creative, had an inherent genius for tricks and traps. Danny who cried in their room after a mission but did not hesitate with those who disrespected Damian. The only evidence their teachers would find was the self-satisfied look on Danny's face, much to their anger. With no evidence to show Grandfather they were forced to be content with pushing them harder until one of them collapsed and then took glee in punishing the one who fell behind. (No matter how much Damian helped with Danyal's sword swings or his forms, his twin rarely beat him in a straight fight.)

Danyal would crawl into his bed those nights seeking his twin's warmth in the cool desert night, and he'd fix Damian with this blazing look before shying away, moving his attention to Damian's hands he would trace every scar and callous until Damian drifted to sleep. Danyal would wake him before their trainer arrived and they'd steal a few quiet moments for themselves.

(The only time Damian woke before Danyal their hands were still between them entwined, his little hand was clutched tight-like Danyal was afraid of it being snatched away. Damian gave a little squeeze back and Danny's eyes fluttered open. When he saw Damian next to him his face stretched into Danny's true smile, soft, shy and sweet. A smile for Damian alone. He has started to forget what it looked like.)

Damian had been adrift in this new world away from the strict dogma the League required. The new rules he was expected to live by now were so different, he constantly wished Danyal was here for Damian to find some familiarity in. He was on an uncontrolled spiral those first months until he had given in to Richard's soft support. It had stung at first, to receive the affection that only Danny had given him in the past.

Richard was the one who noticed he was spending his free time sketching, dragged him out of the manor to give him his first bound sketchbook with charcoal and had beamed proudly the first time Damian allowed him to see it being used. Damian knew just how hard his brother loved their family, loved him. It was the only reason Damian quelled the urge to stab him, even if it was extremely tempting.

No, he must be intentional now. Strong in the face of what is sure to be murky doubt at Damian's claims. Tim had tried to run a paternity test with the blood from one of Danny's bandages Alfred had discarded- it came back with an error message about twenty minutes ago, but Tim was nowhere to be found. If he can bring Richard over to their side before the rest of their siblings or their father push their way into the batcave for answers, he'd manage to keep things relatively neutral while he argued his case.

Damian takes a deep breath strengthening his resolve. This is for Danyal, he will not misstep now with so much on the line.

If Damian fails to convince them, he will take Danny and run. Between the two of them no one would be able to find them unless they wished it to be so.

“Damian…” Dick says his name carefully, with as much feeling as he can, because he knows the shock of having his brother rise from the grave you buried him in. He aches that one of his siblings ever had to go through what he did. “ I think someone should be with you while we wait for him to wake up.”

The sneer of disgust that overtakes Damian’s face at his words was expected and how familiar it was had Dick shoving aside the burst of fondness that it caused, and he cuts Damian off before he delivers what surely is a scathing reply.

“I know you want to be by Danyal’s side, and I can see how much you love him…" Dick clears his throat when it threatens to close, he has to keep talking because this isn't just about Damian, this is about their baby brother that looked terrified under Damian's gaze in the warehouse. "You saw his injuries; I’m worried with how scared he was earlier Danyal may injure himself more if he feels overwhelmed.”

Damian’s eyes closed tightly against the agony that shot through his chest. He knew that. He didn’t need Richard’s reminder. For Danny to look at Damian with such terror, pleading with him- Damian has never hated himself more. He has no doubt this is truly Danyal, Damian knows clones don't carry scars, scars show the life you've lived, it's unique no way to replicate it. They were all there just like Damian remembered.

As heir Damian had to be cold and merciless in the League, he was used to those around him being afraid of his capabilities, of how easily he could snuff out their lives, at one point he had been proud of his Grandfather’s smile when he had heard his four-year-old grandson had taken down his trainer with ease. He had never been that way with Danyal, distant sure, he had to be under the League.

But now that he’s been away, had a chance to meet so many people he knew better. He never felt as alone as he does now, Dick besides him and Danyal resting close by. He never wanted to cause his brother such pain. Richard could be right, he was much more knowledgeable on feelings than Damian, who still stumbles on the finer intricacies of societal interactions. He.. He would do anything for his little brother and if that meant sending him far away from here, Damian would do it. Would help him escape Batman and Bruce Wayne who were both annoyingly persistent. The others.. he could convince, he had enough blackmail stored away for an important favor. It was enough knowing Danyal was alive.

(No. He’s lying to himself. He’s so close to unraveling but will grit and bare it. It’s his responsibility, he always will look after Danyal. No matter the personal cost. He can practically feel Richard’s devastation from here; he’s sure his older brother is desperate to make this better, however he can. Damian won’t let him. He deserves Danyal’s fear, he was a murderer masquerading as a boy. A boy who in this moment aches to hold his little brother close like when they were kids. Beg his forgiveness and sob and marvel because his fear makes this real, his brother is alive. If Damian believed in miracles this would be his.)

He cannot afford to lose this head with Danny vulnerable in the next room, so he breathes a long breath through his nose again stubbornly not looking at Richard, keeps his eyes on his baby brother, watches his strange breathing rhythm raise and lower the sheets in reassurance his twin is still with him and turns his body towards Richard, a small concession.

"Danyal is my little brother, my twin." It's said slowly, Damian carefully controlled his tone, flat, to the point. Damian just had to get this report out, "When we were five Grandfather ordered that I lay claim my title as heir."

From the corner of his eye Damian can see Richard's smile tighten with tension in an effort to keep it there, now that Damian has started though he pushes past the guilt that has haunted him to finish, " I was superior in martial arts and weapons handling but I was too rigid, Danyal- he" Damian's throat is tight, like there is a rock in his throat, and he clears it quickly. "We excelled when we were together, he took to the things I had not. I knew I'd be Heir, being the eldest grandson. But-" He chokes and Richard makes an aborted motion to touch him. Thankfully he waits.

"But I knew he'd be my Shadow; We'd rule together as soon as I took my place at as the Demon Head... Until Grandfather made us duel." To the death goes unsaid but Damian could see the horrible realization breaking across Richard's face, so he turned his head to look at where the bats nest was among the stalactites. He could make out their mass if he looked hard enough. "Danyal threw himself onto my sword and I killed the person I promised to protect!" Damian pauses, and whispers into the air between them. "There was so much blood." It wavers in his mouth but doesn't break.

The truth burns as it's coming out. Damian got all the big things into the open, now he allows himself to fall into his elder brother's arms and weep. All his pain and regret soaking Richard's shoulder. His body is still sitting with Richard, but Damian is back in a time filled with sharp strikes, where punishment was to be embraced. Swords against whetstones. Legacies to be molded. Damian can hear the whoosh of leather through the air and on cold nights the scars on his back ache.

Damian shivers now in Richard's hold his breath clouding the space between them. Damian shoots straight out of Richard's arms as soon as he realizes it's not just his breath that's visible. The cave had gone from chilly to freezing in a flash. The temperature in the warehouse had dropped too, right before his twin came tumbling out of the sky. Something is wrong. In the time Damian had looked away something had begun to stir in the recovery room. The once steady if slow beating of his twin's heart now resembles an average heartbeat.

Energy pulses. Biting wind almost takes their feet off the ground. The lights burst, raining glass from the ceiling. Richard throws an arm around Damain and pulls him into one of those springy twists only he could do that brings them under some cover.

A shadow writhes in the dark of the recovery room and Damian struggles to free himself from Richard's grip. "Danyal!" He's becoming desperate. Danyal has to be alright. Damian cannot handle losing his baby brother again. Richard stays firm. "Let me go! Please he could be hurt." His voice cracks over the plead, he feels small. Small and helpless. Two things he swore that day he would never give into again.

Running out of patience Damian swipes at him with a blade and when Richard yelps and releases his arm he rolls, pushing into a sprint once he drops. Only to stop cold a few feet from the door. Peeking up at him from the side of Danyal's bed are solid glowing green eyes.

Part Three 01/06/2024

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alwaysthefool · 11 months

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sweet treasure (sigma x you)

tags; fluff, cuddles

"I really liked when you hugged me last week." Sigma confessed through a red face, pretending to be deeply interested in his coffee to look away from you.

You smiled. "Of course, it's what friends do. You needed that comfort."

It's not like he didn't understand why he felt so comfortable with you alone, you were his genuine friend, but why did he want to keep you close? Why did his heart desire your little affections? He took a deep breath and looked at your warm face, that didn't seem to see him as anything other than a friend. Just being a friend is enough too. He convinced himself.

"Can we do that more often?"

"Do what more often?" You tilted your head. Sometimes Sigma felt you were even more oblivious than he was.

"Hug..." He looked away again, knowing he was visibly a blushing mess. "On the couch."

You laughed. "Do you mean you want to cuddle?"

His eyes widened, and he tried not to seem to eager as he nodded. It's not like Sigma didn't have game, but being with people from dating apps or people that pursued him made him feel too vulnerable. He didn't trust them like he trusted you, but if you didn't like him like that, then there was no chance he'd let his friendship be affected either.

"Platonic cuddles are a thing, right? If you're okay with-" He began.

"Of course!" You beamed at the suggestion. "I do it all the time with my friends."

That seemed to sting him a little. He felt as if he was completely fine being your friend, but he wanted to be the only friend who'd do things like that with you. An exclusive affection.

You led him to the couch, asking him if he was comfortable in what he was wearing-- branded silk sweats in the luxury of his living room. The first time you came over to 'chill' at his house, he was in formal garb, which made you laugh. You told him to wear whatever he was comfortable in unless the two of you were going to a fancy place, which led him and his stylists down a spiral of what would look comfortable and yet make him look attractive. You on the other hand, always came in shorts and a t-shirt, without any makeup or your hair done, and still making his heart flutter from the exposed skin.

You almost plopped down on the couch, a very homey piece of furniture, already covered in blankets and pillows, underlying it rich saffiano leather. Sigma, a red mess, sat down next to you, moving his hands to pull you on to his lap, laying down with you and engulfing you completely, his legs intertwined with yours, and barely an inch of distance between you two. That act made everything in his body tingle, his heart going haywire, and stomach almost bursting from the anxiety.

"W-wow." Even you were a blushing mess. You didn't expect that. Your face fell on his silky hair, and hands held his own. "Sigma, you did your research, huh?"

"Mm." He started to get sleepy, nuzzling his face onto the crook of your neck.

"Okay." You murmured to yourself. "Okay, sure, this is fine."

"Just like you." Sigma mumbled, half asleep, jolting awake 5 seconds later. "I mean-"

You shifted around to face him, closing whatever distance was between you two, pressing your chest against his, and resting your head on his arm. His legs felt a little heavy on yours but you could manage. "By any chance, Sigma," You booped his nose, smiling at his red face and flustered expression "do you perhaps, like me?"

He didn't want to look at you so he buried his face in your neck again. "Yeah. Fuck. And it's okay if you don't, but please let me stay this way for a while."

"Idiot." You also smiled and kissed his neck. "Also, this isn't how friends cuddle."

"Really?"

"Yes! Don't you dare cuddle with your friends like this!"

Sigma let out a laugh, pulling away to peck your lips, leaving you flustered and speechless.

"I'm happy, you feel what I feel."

#gender neutral reader always by the way #bsd #bungou stray dogs #drabbles #oneshot #sigma bungou stray dogs #sigma headcanons #hcs #sigma x reader #self insert fics #fluff

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hoes4hoseok · 5 months

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how you get the girl part iii: jake’s not-so-secret admirer

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your neighbor, heeseung, gets on your nerves. he’s full of himself, makes more noise than all of your neighbors combined in the middle of the night, spreads anti-superhero propaganda in your political science class, and, unfortunately, is the most attractive man you have ever laid eyes on.

pairing :: lee heeseung x fem!reader featuring :: jake sim, jeon somi, kim sunoo, yang jungwon, & more! genres/au’s :: superhero au, neighbors to lovers, sorta-enemies to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, nightwing!heeseung chapter warnings :: mentions of and references to sex, minor violence, suggestive, intoxication chapter word count :: 4.8k (including the texted parts!) tag list (open) :: @thejjrl @grace1852 @tsunchani @hanniiesuckle17 @mjr4fnaf1997 @goldenhypen @3nh4luvr @hobistigma @ditzie-s @nomy0520 @koroktsuya @beansworldsstuff @ronnierites @simplhee author’s note :: posting this early because i can't help it YAY i had missed writing this <3. please let me know if you liked this or have constructive criticisms (or if you have predictions 👀) because they really help me. i hope you enjoyyyy beta reader :: @fandomgirl489 thank you for your help! playlist :: here's to you

3. Gestures of Appreciation No one likes to have their effort and affection gone unnoticed — show her you care and appreciate her being in your life.

“Wow, this childhood friend is super rich, isn’t he?” Y/n peered inside the sizable truck in awe as Heeseung opened the door, its lights turning on the moment he did. The truck itself wasn’t too flashy, but Y/n could immediately tell that its contents cost more than her tuition.

“Yeah,” Heeseung replied sheepishly, offering his hand for Y/n to brace herself as she stepped in. She took it, giving him a small smile of gratitude.

“Alright, first thing’s first — let’s see if we can get a visual on Somi,” Heeseung began, closing the door behind him, “I, uh…I think Jungwon can access security cameras from his set-up,”

Perhaps Y/n could have detected how odd that was if she wasn’t blinded by gratitude for Heeseung’s friend, but she didn’t.

“Okay,” she nodded as Heeseung sat down, gesturing for her to do the same before unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt. In front of them were five to six monitors, all mounted to the side of the truck.

“Lee Heeseung,” he stated, bending over slightly into the microphone. Y/n’s eyes widened in astonishment as the screens turned on simultaneously.

Heeseung typed persistently, ignoring her gaze, but it felt like she was burning holes in his neck. He didn’t want to know whether or not gears were turning in her head — that was tomorrow’s problem.

Y/n had several questions, but she knew that would slow everything down, and ensuring Somi was okay was the priority.

“Okay…” Heeseung mumbled, “here…is the live fee—”

“KNOCK, KNOCK,”

Y/n’s hand flew to Heeseung’s arm, instinctually moving further from the door and closer to him.

In the future, Heeseung would insist that she felt safer with him, to which Y/n would roll her eyes. And maybe secretly agree.

“It’s alright,” Heeseung stood up, Y/n’s hand grazing down his arm as he did so, “it’s probably just Jungwon,”

Y/n nodded, looking back at the door in anticipation while it swung open.

“Heeseung!” Jungwon grinned, engulfing the man in a hug, “Ah, I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too,” Heeseung replied before hushing his voice to a lower volume, “remember what we talked about,”

Jungwon nodded as he let go of Heeseung, redirecting his attention to a now-standing Y/n.

Jungwon was shorter than Heeseung, definitely younger, but carried himself in a similarly confident way. He didn’t seem to cross over into cocky like Heeseung did, though.

“Y/n, Jungwon. Jungwon, Y/n,” Heeseung gestured between his “friends”. He wouldn’t label either of them with that term.

“Hi,” Jungwon walked over to Y/n excitedly, extending his arm, “I’m Yang Jungwon, an old friend of Heeseung’s from Gotham,”

“Y/n,” she replied, shaking his hand, “Heeseung’s neighbor,”

“Ah, that neighbor,” Jungwon nodded, his smile turning to something of a smirk.

Heeseung cleared his throat, “So, Jungwon, where’s Jake?”

“He’s coming,” Jungwon was almost wincing, “but there’s been…an unexpected complication,”

“Jake’s here?” Y/n tilted her head in confusion, “Why?”

“I just can’t believe that I never noticed how kind and handsome you are, Jake,”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed. Sure enough, Jake and Somi stood a few feet from the truck, her arm wrapped around his.

Jake stared down Heeseung as he stepped into the truck with his new admirer, eyes wide as if to say, “What the hell is happening?”

“So…how did this happen?” Heeseung asked, closing the door before pointing at the two of them with an amused expression.

Somi grinned, “Well, Jake was so brave and rescued me from those horrible people. And then I realized how much I’ve overlooked him while pursuing a lover. But here he is. My perfect man,” Somi touched his face with her left hand, brushing her finger over his cheek.

Y/n’s mouth fell agape in disbelief, “Somi, what the—”

“Somi, let’s have Jungwon give you something to change into,” he cut Y/n off, gently pushing her towards the boy.

“Oh — okay,” Somi frowned but followed Jungwon to the back of the truck.

“Wow, you’re quite the ladies' man,” Heeseung joked as soon as Somi was out of earshot, earning a punch to the arm from Jake.

“Not funny,” Jake heaved a sigh, crossing his arms, “something’s wrong with her. I don’t know why she’s acting like this. I didn’t even save her, I just told her to follow Jungwon and me when she was already out of the building,”

“Yeah, she didn’t even act like this with old boyfriends,” Y/n added, glancing at her friend with a look of concern.

“Well, I’ve seen this happen with—” Heeseung stopped himself, “I mean, I’ve seen this happen in movies. It’s usually an aphrodisiac of some sort,”

“Oh my god,” Y/n rubbed her forehead, “Phenylethylamine. It’s phenylethylamine,”

“What’s that?” Heeseung asked, crossing his arms.

“You know, the love molecule? Just look it up,”

Jake pulled out his phone as she continued, “It’s what Somi and I think was stolen from my biochemistry professor’s lab,”

“Web MD says…” Jake began, “phenylethylamine is a chemical with stimulant effects — it’s found naturally but can also be made in a lab. Phenethylamine stimulates the body to make certain chemicals that play a role in brain chemistry,”

“Okay, but on its own, there’s no way one of those goons could just spray some diluted phenylethylamine on her and make her act all heart-eyes over Jake,” Heeseung countered, “They must have done something to it to make it an actual love potion,”

“True,” Y/n nodded, “plus, we know they don’t have the exact sample from the lab because Nightwing stopped the robber. Who knows whether the original sample was even an attempt to make a love potion?”

Jake and Heeseung took a wary glance at each other. The conversation had turned to Nightwing. Of course.

“What did I miss?” Somi sang, making a beeline toward Jake, now wearing a large graphic tee and sweatpants.

“Not much,” Jake started, feeling especially grateful for her now, “we were just talking about going back home for the night, it’s late,”

“It’s only 10 PM, Jake,” Somi reasoned. “If we’re not gonna storm back in there to demand to know what the hell Mr. Kim is up to, then let’s go have fun! We could do karaoke or something!”

“Somi,” Y/n took her friend’s hand, “Jake will still be around tomorrow. He’s not going to disappear. Right, Jake?”

“No, I won’t disappear,” Jake smiled, “in fact, I’m spending the night at Heeseung’s with Jungwon,”

“Oh, perfect! I can see you first thing in the morning then,” Somi replied, “I’m staying with Y/n tonight,”

Y/n shook her head with a grin, “the minute we figure out how to snap you out of this, I’m teasing the living daylight out of you,”

“Says the one who gave Lee Heeseung a lap dance,”

Jake gasped, an unmistakable grin on his face as he looked at Heeseung, “She did?!”

“Did what?” Jungwon asked, approaching the rest with a neatly folded pile of Somi’s angel get-up in hand.

“Please, in his dreams!” Y/n scoffed.

Well, it would be after today.

“I just…sat on his lap so no one got suspicious,” Y/n explained, hoping Heeseung wouldn’t notice her cheeks growing hot, “it wasn’t a real lap dance at all,”

“Exactly,” Heeseung nodded insistently, “it wasn’t,”

Jungwon raised his eyebrows as he looked over at Jake, but decided to let them have the win.

“Oh and Y/n,” Jake began, “Do you want a change of clothes too?”

“I think I’m okay for now, thank you” she replied, stuffing her hands in the pockets of Heeseung’s suit jacket, “We’re going home now anyways, right?”

“Yeah,” Heeseung smiled, pushing the sleeves of his button-down shirt up to his elbows, “Let’s get home,”

“Poison Ivy’s victims were infected with a kiss,” Jake began, staring up at the ceiling. “Unless I planted one on Somi without being aware of it, they can’t be related,”

The boys had fought briefly over who got the bed, but Jungwon ultimately won, being ‘the guest’. Jake may have acted annoyed, but he had missed Jungwon just as much as Heeseung did.

“That may be true, but figuring out what’s in the antidote could help us, right?” Jungwon asked.

“Yeah, maybe Jungwon could look into that tomorrow while I work on the antidote using the lab sample,” Heeseung proposed. “I have a bad feeling that Somi will only fall further in love with you until we find a solution for this,”

“What should I do?” Jake asked, “Stay away from Somi, I presume,”

“Well…maybe,” Heeseung clenched his jaw slightly, “but I think you should still see her once or twice so she doesn’t get mad. If she does get worse, I don’t want to endanger Y/n,”

“Heeseung, Y/n will be fine,” Jake reassured his friend, “she can handle it,”

“I don’t wanna find out that she can’t,” Heeseung swallowed, taking a deep breath, “and Somi is in danger now, too. They know what she looks like. They know what all of you look like,”

Jungwon peered down at Heeseung from the edge of the bed, a small smile of sympathy on his face. “They’ll be fine, Heeseung. I’ll make sure of it,”

Heeseung nodded, muttering a small thank you before the room grew quiet. The curtains on Heeseung’s window were far from opaque, so Jake found himself watching the array of lights dance across the room intently as his friends drifted off to sleep.

“Jake,” Jungwon whispered after a few minutes, “does Heeseung know about…”

“No. He doesn’t,” Jake sighed, voice soft, “I don’t think I’ll tell him, either,”

“What? Why?” Jungwon sat up to look down at his friend.

“Even if I’m lucky and Heeseung and Y/n get over themselves and start dating, it just feels so odd to say, ‘Hey, I’m in love with your ex-girlfriend! Who probably doesn’t even think of me in that way, so I’m jeopardizing both of our friendships for fun!’”

Jungwon lay back down, letting the quiet sounds of Bludhaven traffic fill the room momentarily. “I’m sorry, Jake,”

“Don’t be. I get some damn great friends instead,”

Y/n woke up to the smell of something burning. “Somi?” she asked, still groggy.

When she got no response, Y/n pushed the comforter off her feet and stood up, making her way to the kitchen. “Somi, whatever you’re cooking is definitely bur…ning,”

Okay, now she was awake. Somi stood in the kitchen with a bowl in hand, peering over a pan filled with butter that had likely already turned black.

“Oh, good morning, Y/n,” Somi smiled, “I’m just making some pancakes to bring to Jake and his friends,”

“Okay…” Y/n came closer, tying her hair haphazardly, “Do you need some help maybe?”

“Nope, I’m alright,” Somi insisted, continuing to pour way too much batter into the pan as she dismissed her friend.

“Somi, don’t you have work to do?” Y/n inquired, tilting her head in disbelief.

“Eh, I’m thinking about quitting,” Somi shrugged, “if I’m going to be devoted to Jake, I need to give him more of my time. And my job takes up way too much of that time,”

“What?! You’re going to quit your job over a guy? Before a single date, too?!”

“You know what, you’re not being very supportive right now!” Somi yelled, waving her arms around, “I am head-over-heels in love with Jake Sim and if you cared about me you’d see that!”

Y/n sighed in defeat. “I do see that. Just please take a day off of work before you decide to quit altogether,”

“Fine,” Somi nodded, her voice lowered, “and I really do need help with these pancakes,”

Y/n smiled mischievously, scooting in next to her friend to remove the possibly ruined frying pan, “so Jake, huh?”

“Yeah. He’s sweet, isn’t he? For saving me?”

Y/n knitted her brows. She had been so caught up in all that happened last night that she never stopped to wonder — why did Jake save Somi? Why was Jungwon there? Sure, they were probably there to help Heeseung find out who attempted to steal from his professor, but why would a guy like Heeseung care enough to do that? And now that she thought about it, as much as she thought she was commanding the situation, it was Heeseung who had the cards in his hand all night.

So…either Lee Heeseung is hiding something, or he’s secretly…a good guy?

Y/n had meant to thank Heeseung for whatever the hell happened yesterday, but he had already left for class by the time she and Somi delivered the pancakes next door.

Throughout the day, she found herself checking her phone more often than usual, especially since she and Somi were both working from her apartment. She didn’t know what she was waiting for — after all, Heeseung never texted her. Why would that change today of all days?

She’d just have to trust him and his friends to knock on her door with a cure for her best friend in the next few days. Y/n knew she could be useful in that pursuit, but they insisted she stay with Somi for the day and make sure she didn’t get into any trouble. Trust him. Why was she trusting him with something so important? Someone so important?

She didn’t take the time to rehash her questionable thought process, choosing instead to immerse herself in her classwork and article for the Scoop once she managed to convince Somi that Jake would come over after his classes.

He and Jungwon both came to see them around dinner time, which came as a surprise to Y/n. They even managed to get Somi’s favorite type of pizza and played board games with her until she fell asleep. Damn. Was that making Y/n the slightest bit…bitter?

Y/n stared down at her laptop screen intently — it was now nearly 10 PM. Though she managed to finish her work for her midnight deadlines, she had made an embarrassingly small amount of progress on the article she offered to take on for Somi. Out of the Five Ways to Win a Girl’s Heart Y/n had to come up with and write about, she had only completed two. Sincerity and Reliability.

Y/n scoffed at herself. ‘Hm. That’s funny. The two things you can’t decide whether Heeseung has,’

She didn’t even bother lying to herself this time. Y/n was interested in Heeseung. Sure, she’d always had the tiniest urge to make out with him, but the more she started to question everything she knew about him, the more she enjoyed his company.

Y/n shut her laptop with a soft groan before glancing at her watch. Somi was fast asleep. Heeseung should still be awake — at this time a week or two prior, he was probably making his and his girlfriend’s sex lives the whole floor’s business.

This was a bad idea, right?

Ah, who cares? No one was awake to tell her it was.

Okay, so there was no response to Y/n’s knocking. Maybe Heeseung was asleep. Maybe he was working late. Maybe he was just listening to music. Maybe he was…with someone else?

No matter what the case was, Y/n wasn’t going to let this rattle her, even if she did leave feeling a bit dejected.

With hand warmers in her pockets and her trusty pepper spray and taser on her lanyard, she looked back at her door in consideration before turning around and heading up the stairs. She wasn’t in the mood for walking tonight.

Luckily for her, there weren’t any of the usual smokers on the roof — it was too late for them and too early for the drinkers.

Somehow, she felt colder in her parka now than she had in her stripper corset and shorts from the night before. It was probably a result of not having the time to notice the temperature while running from fugitives, but now all she could think of was how bitter it was. This night, she decided, did not feel like a synth-pop album. She missed home and Sunoo and her warm bed. The quiet one. The one that wasn’t attached to the thought of Lee Heeseung and all the subsequent thoughts. And it was nights like these that made her so eager to graduate early and get the hell out of Bludhaven.

The ground was still damp from the previous day’s downpour, but Y/n sat against what she assumed to be a broken air conditioning fixture (summers were hell in this apartment for a reason) anyway. There was too much light pollution to see any stars, but she liked getting to look at the sky regardless. She sat there for several minutes, taking note of the planes passing overhead and which lights turned off through the course of the night.

“Uh, Miss?”

Y/n jerked her head toward the source of the gravelly voice, grabbing her pepper spray instinctually. Her eyes widened. “It’s…it’s you,”

“Yeah, it’s me,” Nightwing put his hands up defensively. “No need for pepper spray then, right?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Y/n dropped the bottle from her hand, letting it dangle from her lanyard once again. Her heartbeat could’ve powered a freight train. “W-what brings you here?”

“I was wondering what you were doing all alone out here this late,” Nightwing explained, “It’s not safe for — for anyone,”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “I’m just fine, thank you very much,” she sat back down, returning her hands to her pockets. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to anyone, especially not the man who was (sort of) the reason Somi may never have free will again. Okay, Y/n, that’s a bit of a stretch.

“Do you…have something on your mind?” Nightwing offered, looking down at her while she avoided eye contact, “I’m a pretty good listener,”

“No…” Y/n lied, gnawing on her lower lip. “You can stay if you want, though,” she added, half-expecting him to turn around and leave.

“Sure,” Nightwing smiled and sat down next to her. “I can stay,”

On their last encounter, Y/n hadn’t gotten closer than 20 feet to Nightwing. Now, he was right beside her. Wait. Now, he was right beside her.

“I don’t want to talk, but I’d like to listen to you,” Y/n quickly pulled her phone out from her pocket, “Would be willing to interview for the Scoop? I’d have to record it, but only for formality's sake. I only use quotes, so no one would be able to hear your voice,”

Nightwing smiled at the ground for a moment before nodding. “I’ll agree to three questions, but no recording. Only transcriptions,”

“Okay, I’ll take it,” Y/n beamed, “let me just pull up Somi’s — er, my colleague’s questions,”

“You never told me your name,” Nightwing reminded her as she searched her pockets for a piece of paper.

“Y/n L/n,” she replied, scrambling to retrieve a creased paper from her pocket sitting against her knee and a pen in hand.

“Good to know,” Nightwing nodded. “You have a lovely name, by the way,”

“Thank you,” Y/n contained a smile, “First question: What do you have to say about the accusations that you’ve caused an increase in crime in Bludhaven?”

“Are you asking if I believe them?” Nightwing began, “Because if so, the answer is no. The crimes that usually go under the radar are being accounted for now rather than just muggings and violence. That’s why crime rates have gone up,”

Y/n nodded, not taking the time to look up until she had finished writing his response word-for-word. Somi would kill her if she got an interview with Nightwing and somehow fucked it up.

Heeseung Nightwing, on the contrary, was smiling to himself as he noticed how Y/n knitted her eyebrows in focus as she wrote.

“And…” Y/n finally looked up, “why did you choose the name ‘Nightwing’?”

“I was inspired by a hero Superman told me about. From his home planet,” he explained, eyes darting away to avoid suspicion, “Nightwing was the great rebuilder; the catalyst of change. So that’s where I took the name from,”

“Oh,” Y/n tilted her head in surprise, “that’s interesting. I’d love to hear more abou—”

“HELP!”

Y/n’s eyes widened at the distant cry for help.

“Duty calls, Ms. L/n,” Nightwing stood up, backing away from her as he spoke, “I promise to answer that last question that I owe you if you go back to your apartment now,”

“Uh, sure, yeah,”

“Perfect,” Nightwing gave her a wink before disappearing off the edge of the building with a jump.

Oh. Wow. These were foreign feelings.

“Hi,” Y/n blinked in surprise — how many times was she going to be surprised today? Heeseung at her doorstep.

“Hey,” Heeseung gulped, trying to suppress his nervous energy as he lifted the plastic bag he had in his hand. His hair was disheveled and seemed slightly damp, which, as Y/n noted, was not a bad look for him. “I, um…I got some Thai takeout to eat after work if you maybe…wanted to join me,”

Y/n knew better than to take anything other than the words “I want you” as a sign, but the thought of the overconfident and flirtatious Lee Heeseung being nervous because of her made her giddy.

“Yeah, sure,” Y/n nodded before looking down at herself, suddenly self-conscious of her Bat-symbol pajamas, “Let me just change real quick and I’ll be over in a minute,”

“Don’t worry about it,” Heeseung stifled a laugh, “I think they’re cute,”

“Thanks,” Y/n smiled, hesitantly pulling the key out of her pocket and locking the door, “My friend Sunoo got them made for my 16th birthday because the guy doesn’t sell them himself,”

“Oh yeah?” Heeseung asked, pushing open the door to his apartment.

“Yeah!” Y/n continued, following him inside, “It seems like an untapped market, but I know selling stuff with the Bat-insignia would make it less meaningful. That didn’t matter to me when I was 15, though,”

“Well, legally sourced or not, I like them,” Heeseung declared as he started to empty the plastic bag on the table.

Y/n raised her eyebrows — Heeseung took what seemed like ten boxes of food out of the bag.

Heeseung only noticed her expression once the bag was empty. “What? I didn’t know what you liked,” He shrugged. “I’ll just donate the rest tomorrow before class,”

Y/n pretended not to be as (oddly?) touched as she was by that, nodding in agreement before picking up a box of flat noodles and a plastic fork. “Do you donate food often?”

Heeseung seemed to hesitate at that question; as if he was going to admit that he just said that to impress her. But to Y/n’s surprise, he said, “Yeah. I do,”

“Oh. That’s kind of you,” she continued, “Where should we sit?”

“Well…we could sit right here,” Heeseung gestured toward the table, “Or we can sit on the couch and put on a movie. Whatever you’re comfortable with,”

“Okay, pause,” Y/n put down her fork to place her hand on Heeseung’s shoulder, “I know that willingly spending time together isn’t something we’re used to, but you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me now that you’ve seen my legs. I know you liked what you saw,”

Wow. Y/n didn’t know what came over her to be confident enough to say that, but it worked — because the Heeseung she knew was back. “Oh, I liked what I saw?” Heeseung scoffed, his cockiness returning with a vengeance, “You nearly choked on your saliva when I unbuttoned my shirt like a Victorian woman,”

Y/n glanced at Heeseung’s chest momentarily, only making his smirk widen. “So, the couch then?”

“Yeah,” Heeseung grabbed a box and a fork, “the couch is great,”

The neighbors, despite their arrogant smack talk about being unaffected by each other, sat on opposite edges of the couch in silence as they started eating. The two of them were far too busy overthinking the implications of the conversation that just finished to find it awkward.

“So…you like Batman but not Nightwing? What about Superman?”

Heeseung shook his head, eyes fixed on his food. “I’m not a huge fan of any of them, to be honest,”

“Oh,” Y/n said softly, an air of disappointment filling the room. Right. The other reason they weren’t friends. She could ask why, but she already knew why. He had listed all the reasons just a couple of days ago in class. Y/n noticed him clench his jaw in the slightest — he was biting his tongue.

After a moment of silence, Y/n continued. “Nightwing got me coffee too, once,”

Heeseung broke a smile. “Are you trying to make me dislike him more?”

“Nope,” Y/n shrugged, “Just gauging your reaction,”

“Oh my god,” Heeseung’s mouth dropped open in faux disbelief, “You don’t care if I like Nightwing, you want me to be jealous of him,”

“No, no, I do,” Y/n replied. He was half-right, so she wasn’t really lying. “Besides, you’re the one who assumed I was trying to make you hate him,”

At this point, the two of them had put their food on the coffee table and gotten considerably closer to each other. It was very intentional.

“You’re blushing,” Heeseung added, still grinning. “You totally have a crush on me,”

“What are you, 14?” Y/n scoffed, touching her right cheek instinctively, “I don’t get crushes. I either date someone or I don’t. And clearly, this is an ‘absolutely not’ situation,”

“Huge crush,” Heeseung repeated, leaning in closer to Y/n as his gaze trailed down to her lips.

Y/n, despite acknowledging that it was a huge exaggeration, knew that already. She knew she liked Heeseung. But she found it odd that he only started being nice to her the night of the stripper fiasco…all she knew was that he was attracted to her. And maybe nothing else.

She winced. “No,” Heeseung’s eyes darted back to hers in surprise, his flirty energy dying on impact. “I won’t be your week-long rebound,”

“Y/n you’re not a—”

“I know what a rebound is, Heeseung,” she continued. “Don’t feel guilty. I just uh, can’t be that for you,”

Heeseung furrowed his eyebrows, “I…I like you, though, I mean that,”

Y/n scoffed. “That doesn’t carry a lot of weight considering when you started acting like…” she moved her hand up and down to gesture, “…like this. The night after you got dumped, you saw your kind of hot neighbor in a strip show — I get it!”

“So you don’t believe that I like you?”

“I think you’re into me, but no. I do not think you like me,” Y/n crossed her arms protectively, “I think you’d date me for a month or two, realize you’re still in love with your ex-girlfriend, and then dump me because you ‘don’t wanna string me along’ as if that wasn’t what you were doing the whole time,”

Y/n watched as Heeseung swallowed, struggling to come up with something to say in return. He opened his mouth for a moment, but closed it again. Giving Heeseung a pity-laced smile, Y/n stood up, touching his shoulder as she did. “Thank you for the food. That was sweet of you,”

She walked out. He didn’t follow her.

She wished he did.

3. Gestures of Appreciation No one likes to have their effort and affection gone unnoticed — show her you care and appreciate her being in your life.

Hold on…what?

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Special Mittens. | Park Jisung (M)

prologue- “You look beautiful wearing that apron and mittens on.”+ “ Special mittens saved the day.”

summary: your boyfriend Jisung is spending Christmas over at your family’s house for the first time. you’re nervous and excited because you are determined to move your relationship with jisung to the next level. But first you both need to get your mittens on and celebrate the holidays!

the warnings: Christmas lovers. First time sex type a thing. Jisung and Y/n are college sweethearts(?). Y/n finally goes back home to introduce her boyfriend to her family. Christmas theme. CONSENT. Suggestive. Wholesome fluff :)

notes- KINKMAS FIC.

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Cinnamon rolls and jingle bells ringing like a wind up carousel, you already know what time of the year it is. It’s the festive season. Your family take Christmas very seriously, always going full out and competitively at that. They were the family in the neighbourhood that try their hardest to be the best christmasy- decorated house with the most try hard obnoxious weirdest cardboards of santa clause and the reindeer crew.

At one point last year, your family managed to make a fountain of Santa Claus. All from their hands. Seriously, hand made santa clause statue??

You’re overwhelmed because Jisung is quite timid. Unlike your family, yours are much more on par between manically insane and heavily chaotic. Your family thrive on it. Jisung and his family are very much more laid back, chill and very comforting people who prefer to be reserved and peaceful. You’re a little over-worried about your boyfriend of five months, considering he’s nervous about making the best impression on your entire family.

He seeks their approval and their validation on here. You’re aware of it, he spoke about many scenarios late at night on facetime where he states if your family don’t like him, he might bury himself six feet below. If your family don’t like him, how will this relationship survive? You sorta understand him and his worrying but you don’t think he has much to worry about.

Your family are twice as excited to meet Jisung. You spoke only the good things (it’s not like he has anything bad flaws anyways) so really, all he has to be is to be himself.

“Wait. I’m scared.” Jisung stops your hand from ringing the front doorbell of the house. You turn around sighing deeply. “Ji you’re going to be fine.” You comfort the anxiousness tall boy standing next to you. The door swings open with your large family shoving to get through the entrance to greet and welcome the two of you.

Your mother reaches to hug Jisung first, completely dismissing you. You stand there with a blank smile, as your siblings rush to welcome you inside the house. Jisung’s overwhelming anxiousness was put to a stop once he was in your mother’s hands, nevertheless he is chaotically moving around in the house with your family members. Rushing side to side, helping out with the turkey and other side dishes— lunging himself towards your father who would be in the garage fixing the bicycle that one of your little siblings happened to break on their way to school. Paying attention to you was one thing he has not been able to do so, but it would be the same with you. You were completely invested in decorating the Christmas cookies that were in the oven baking.

Your little sister kneels down to watch the cookies inside the oven, gasping a little ‘wow’. “Hey Y/n when will they be finished?”

You smile. “In a few minutes. Now tag along to help grandma and grandpa with setting the dining table.” The little girl with two pigtails nods rushing out the kitchen. Behind you would stand a taller figure, your boyfriend with a sheepish smile flashing to you. Something you grew to be wary of.

“What’s that smile for?” You interrogate with gushing suspicion of your boyfriend who seems a little too playful right now, it was like he was questioning and teasing you of something you’ve done. Or rather someone you know. He lightly shrugs his shoulders towards you and leans to the kitchen counter.

Jisung sweetly sang. “Ohh nothing.”

Your face drops at the words, it most definitely did not seem like ‘nothing’ in that tone and facial expression. It was so obvious he had something to say. You sigh out. “Whatever you want to say, say it.”

Jisung straightens his body posture no longer leaning on the kitchen counter. He kept behind you as he truthfully and fully spoke. “You look beautiful wearing that apron and mittens on. Domestic lifestyle looks good on you.”

The way those compliments roll of his lips like poetry made you seemingly weak on the knees. You brush it away however putting up a tough act. Not wanting to get flustered over such small words from him; it’s ridiculous. The slightest compliment he does makes your confident boost high and higher than before. It’s his fault if you end up having a goddamn god complex. You kneel down watching the cookies in the oven, rather turning your attention on to that. Jisung slowly ventured closer to your body till his arms reach down to your waist. With a single impactful pull he had you close to his body from behind where he towers over you. The height difference was visible. You reach perfectly to his chest halfway. He had so many inches on you, it was impossible to ignore the cute feature between you two.

His hands slide to your waist and around your stomach where he caressed it. Palming your stomach in gentle and affectionate manner. His head fell into your nape inhaling your scent. His hair prickles your skin on your shoulders and your face grew into a wide smile.

He whispers close to your ears. “I finally have time to spend with you. Your family are lovely though. I really worried my ass off for nothing.” You couldn’t agree more. Your family were going to love him anyways. You turn around to face him, your eyes land upon his lips as he was staring you down with love-struck-eyes.

“God you’re distracting me Jisung.” You fully blame him for the way he takes your mind and makes it his home. You can barely focus on Christmas.

“I’m glad.” Jisung proudly tells you as his hands crawl to cup your sides jawline. “Y/n. What would you say if i want to…”

He pauses abruptly making your ears perk up. The butterflies in your stomachs couldn’t be contained and no longer were they only floating in your stomachs, they fill your heart now too. It’s the way he stops to look at you, as if he were rethinking the decisions if he should say what he wants to say. Your intuition is telling you he wants to finally take the relationship to the next level just like you— to finally sleep together. You’ve been waiting for the perfect moment. You weren’t in a rush to lose it with him. You’re both as inexperienced as the other. But perhaps this could be a new awakening for the both of you? Christmas is supposed to be a new beginning for couples. Maybe, this is the perfect time to move into the next chapter of your relationship.

You softly reply back. “Jisung whatever you want to say i will not judge.”

“I know baby.” Jisung says against your head as he plants a kiss on your skulls crown. “I was thinking we could…Y’know maybe do it tonight?”

Your eyes light up as if your prayer was heard from god. You smile. “Really? Are you sure?” He hums. “After seeing your family and you being so happy around them. It made me think maybe we are ready to actually go into that stage of a relationship.”

“And…I do want to marry you in the future.” Jisung cutely mutters quietly though your ears heard every word clearly. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into a warm kiss. “I am dating to marry. I wouldn’t of asked for a better marriage material.”

“Yah! The cookies! Stop flirting in middle of my kitchen!”

A voice brings out a sudden shock from the both of you. An older and feminine striking tone that seems to be scolding you for almost burning the damn house down. Your mother sighs when she sees you push aside Jisung who looks as flustered as a tomato; you bring your mittens back on and grab the scorching tray with nearly burnt Christmas cookies. You sigh nervously.

Jisung whispers awkwardly to you as your mother shakes her head. “Special mittens saved the day.” She can’t believe you guys would makeout in front of the Christmas cookies that aren’t too badly down. Thankfully.

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what do we have in common? we're reliable with the ladies!

Pairings: childe, itto, kaeya, ayato x f! reader (it's them four who else would it be?)

Synopsis: rich playboy genshin men hcs!

a/n: this prompt ( A WINTER'S BALL—HAMILTON) sounded so wonderful in my head but I can't seem to write shit for it. had to redo the whole idea...

milestone event masterlist!

Childe

he is the king of banger parties; you attend it and you'd find yourself together with the noise and adrenaline. when you're there, be prepared for the loud splash coming from up above: it's childe diving into the pool for you to be amazed. kudos to his risky effort to win your heart but you weren't that easy to please.

well, his hair pushed back and abs glistening with water is a treat to the ladies' eyes. (yours too)

he'd have his siblings lead you to a private part of the mansion, away from the noise and drunkards. you'd both find yourself meeting in quite a romantic setting, a jacuzzi between you two and childe acting surprised like "wow, never expected to meet you here".

it ends up with you dipping in the tub with him at a safe distance in case he tries something funny. but the only thing he does funny is making you laugh as you sip on your champagne, telling stories and clearing up rumors of himself in the process.

"how many girls have you led into this backyard?" you ask with a playful smile

"one. they never went past the party area." childe says as he takes a swig of fire-water while nervously peeking for your expression.

"really?" "yeah, although that one is a little tough to break" he says as he puts down the glass on a table and inches closer to you. the hot water and the heating atmosphere sets the mood for what's about to happen that night. all planned by this clever fox who had a fair experience with these kinds of situations.

"I'm pretty sure she'd let you break her" you whisper seductively to his ear, snapping all of childe's self-control and patience. he harshly grabs you by the nape and crashes your lips together. not bothering to ask access for your tongue, he just pushes it in and ravages your mouth.

his hands fiddle with the strap of your bikini top and pushes it down past your arms. you part lips with him to catch your breath, but this man is insatiable as he attaches himself immediately to the top of your breasts.

"parading around in skimpy bikinis every time we party but dressing modestly when you're with your family..." he chuckles and looks up to you.

"stop acting like a good girl" childe provokes with a scowl on his face and bites down your skin, hand covering your lips to keep your slutty mouth shut.

Kaeya

the one which daughters of high society label as a "manwhore": kaeya alberich.

they'd talk shit about him after getting a fill of his dick, crying and dirtying his name when he kicks them out of his penthouse. at this point, his reputation was as dirty as the names he calls them in bed. kaeya thinks they should've been at least thankful after spending the night with him.

if you get entangled with him, the relationship he could give you is as far as a fuck buddy because kaeya doesn't keep girlfriends. and you're fine with that, you just needed a casual thing and test out the rumors of how good this guy can be.

he's soon got your arms together behind your back, tanned fingers inside your mouth, tears running down your cheek as you face the clouds and feel him thrusting inside. congratulations, you're now both a member of the mile high club!

"mhm? it hurts?" kaeya's feather-light touches land on the sides of your body making you squirm in his embrace. "don't even try to make a sound" he dangerously remarks as he pushes in further.

fucking 35,00 feet up in the air in first class was a cross mark on the sex bucket list you made with him. those secret rendezvous are nice and mind-blowing but kaeya finds himself craving for something more, something different, and something real.

so when he asks you to stay the night, you can't help but stop dressing and just sit down beside him on his bed.

"what is it?" you ask as you snuggle back into the comforter.

"how do you feel about going back home with me?" kaeya's voice cracked midway that you giggled at him so cutely, sad that he can't focus on that because he's too nervous about your answer.

"what do you mean back home?" "you know...our winery at the countryside. there's unlimited wine, isn't that fun?" the last of his confidence attempts to entice you while his fingers gently pulls your chin.

your mind blanks for a second until you realize he wants to take you home to see his family. 'oh'. the world spins as your heart clenches strongly; he's never done anything like this. it's just you, only you.

and he really knows how to make a woman feel special huh.

"cool" "cool?" kaeya hums, puzzled by your response. "it's cool to breathe in the fresh air of the countryside. besides, I'd like to meet your father and your brother too." your wide-eyed self replies to him with a smile, one that made kaeya stop breathing. he kisses the top of your head while jokingly saying: "I'll show you who's the better brother" and you shove him away in a fit of giggles. you certainly have your own reserves about him but it suddenly didn't matter when you let your guard down and fell asleep to his scalp massage.

if someone saw kaeya's face that night, they would immediately run to their phone and proclaim the playboy is in love.

Itto

this one is a huge blockhead and dates women just because they're fun to be with, everyone is his buddy. as soon as itto sits on a chair, girls in bodycon dresses would come flocking to him, desperately squeezing themselves in whatever space is available.

you'd be watching the spectacle from across the room, turning around when the sight gets uncomfortable to watch; only to let yourself fall prey to itto's hungry eyes.

he's feasting on your backless dress, red eyes trailing down the curves of your body; wondering how good it would look on top of him with his large hands crushing your hips.

every party, every occasion he would attend is all the same: all eyes on Itto but he's looking at you.

of course, you'd start to feel the burn of his gaze, and when you turn around to find the source, you'd see his legs spread and eyes dark with desire.

you know that look, after all you've seen it directed towards you a hundred times. and so you'd form some kind of telepathy with him. going out the door and leaning against the club building to wait for this idiotic man. if he didn't get that, well fuck him and his stupid brain.

itto would go after you like a dog, standing up and shoving whoever stands in his way, mind going delirious if he ever fucking lost you.

"stop right there" he looks down to see a ysl stiletto stopping in his tracks, he traces the feet to the legs to the body and to the face. there he finds you tilting your head playfully; his unbuttoned shirt, lipstick marks on his collar, and the strong smell of women's perfume were all on blatant display.

"you look like you'd just got out of a dangerous situation" your voice takes a playful lilt as you step forward to initiate. itto then would stare at you and realize what the hell is going on.

dude makes a complete 180-degree change while you see a flush covering his cheek, mouth stammering and eyes staring blankly into your soul. he would be so confident in front of many people but it all shrinks down when he's all alone with a woman. they make him nervous :((

"so...what did you want to do?" itto asks as he sheepishly scratches his head and chuckles as you stand there flabbergasted.

needless to say, it was the worst first meeting ever and completely destroyed on how you perceived him. prepare to suddenly get invited to a ryokan or dinner as a token of apology from this nervous mess of a man.

itto doesn't care about rules or shit, he even once had a delinquent era back at his schooldays. who takes a girl home on the first date? arataki fucking itto. (he definitely got a confidence pep talk from his gang)

and he'd have you a crying mess by the end of the night, passed out soundly at the crack of dawn and legs hurting as he greets you in the kitchen with a round two of yesterday night.

Ayato

you've probably seen him before, Kamisato Ayato who got featured in Time magazine as a 'next generation leader'. after all, he's the one who cleverly saved his family company after his father's sudden passing.

he's young and has already built a name for himself in the world. mature, rich, respectful, handsome...he's everything you're looking for in a man.

you won't see him at pool parties or nightclubs, but in luxurious restaurants and hotels where he often holds meetings with fellow business partners.

as the sole heiress of your father's company, you need a suitable husband that has some value for you to use. your secretary hands a portfolio of suitable men that may fit your standard but oh how they get filtered out so quickly. one of your father's main concern is how no man will ever meet your sky high standard. he's distressed that his lovely daughter will end up alone and get eaten by cunning businessmen while she has no one to back her when he's gone.

the heavens have answered your father's prayer as you stop take a look at ayato's profile instead of chucking it to the bin.

"have you found the candidate miss?" your secretary asks in a hopeful tone. "hmmm, he's actually okay but we don't know anything about him so we need to be careful. he might steal the company under my nose when we get married." you say as you and your secretary shiver at the thought. nonetheless, you ask her to investigate him and get an opportunity for dinner.

turns out, ayato's private affairs are mostly a secret thanks to his capable retainers. but as a young adult, he didn't escape the media as he used to party so fucking hard and kept flings left and right until it was time to grow up.

you kept that information in mind as you sit across him in a private setting of a dinner. why does this feel so awkward? you've passed by each other on numerous occasions before but neither pays any mind to the other. well, that's what you thought but ayato has had his eyes on you ever since he saw you at your social debut, precisely his father's birthday party. both of you were young back then so he didn't dare pursue this cute girl he saw. it was a nice fleeting dream to be in love with you though.

so imagine ayato's delight to converse with you years later, revel in your beauty and the elegance you hold. he was such a nice man to be around, you thought it would be a stuffy atmosphere but he actually made you feel at ease!

gone was the gentleman ayato when he manhandles you to the bed and traps you with his strong body. heat rushing down quickly to your core as his lips tickle between your breasts, slithering to your clenching tummy and down to your throbbing entrance.

"didn’t your father say that he wanted a grandchild as soon as possible?" ayato asks out of the blue as he comes back to hover above you. " wha—ahh!" you couldn't even answer when you moan automatically from his teasing fingers. tears prickle your eyes when he grips your boob harshly, along with his teeth biting the soft flesh of your ear.

"maybe we'll give him a present soon. so allow me to finish inside you." ayato whispers in a low voice as he inserts his long finger inside your entrance. your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he perfectly hits the spot that makes you squirm.

all the good things said about ayato was completely erased from your mind as he devilishly shows you his expertise when he fucks you against the window, overlooking a gorgeous view of the city lights.

men with experience are different indeed.

ugh finally done. I was so scared because I had writers block ><

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Fire Side - Eddie Munson

*NOT MY GIF*

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a campfire with friends, you look at your best friend Eddie in a brand new light. Good thing he brought his van.

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! mature language, alcohol, jealous!eddie, smut, virgin!reader, reader is 18, The Van.

Word count: 4.3K

"To no more tests, no more shitty cafeteria food and NO MORE SCHOOL!"

As Steve bellowed from on top of a log, you and your friends cheered in excitement, each with a red solo cup in hand. The graduating class of 1985 - well, you and your friends- had gathered by Lover's Lake to set up a bonfire to celebrate the end of senior year. And while he wasn't able to graduate this year, Eddie Munson , as per your incessant pestering, had tagged along with you.

Eddie had been your best friend since your junior, his first senior, year. You'd been nose deep in your schedule when you'd collided with the long haired dungeon master. You'd been knocked right to the floor, the wind smacked right out of you, whilst Eddie stood tall.

"Wow, okay, you're alright, there you go" he'd said, hoisting you up and brushing the dust from your back. "Ouch, Click's history. Rough."

"Had them before?" you asked , taking your books from him as he grabbed them from the floor.

"Let's just say our relationship has not been one of love."

You'd been close with Eddie ever since, but it was your senior year - Eddie's second- that you became best friends. You had nearly every class together, ate lunch together, and hung out almost every day after school at your place or his. You were practically attached at the hip. So when Eddie said he was gonna skip out on the bonfire, you simply wouldn't put up with it. After nagging him for a good twenty minutes straight, he'd said yes to shut you up.

But he was secretly glad he'd come. He loved spending time with you, no matter the setting or reason. He would sit with you and watch paint dry if it meant that you two were hanging out.

The bonfire party consisted of you, Eddie, Steve and Robin, Nancy and a few others. As the night went on and the sky darkened, and the booze ran low, people started to file on to their bikes and head for home until it was just you five left. You five and a bottle of vodka.

"And who hid this from the rest of us?"

"Always gotta bring a spare for the after party, Y/n. Have I taught you nothing?" Steve said, ruffling your hair playfully as he sat down next to you on the logs. He cracked the cap on the bottle. "Ladies first?"

"Straight?" you said, hoping for at least a soda to relieve yourself from the alcohol.

"Why, are you coming on to me?" Steve said with a suggestive wink.

"Shut up, you know what I mean."

"It'll be fine , watch." Steve took a tiny swig from the bottle, grimacing lightly as he swallowed. "See." You could see him fighting back a cough.

"Was that meant to impress me, Harrington?"

"Are you impressed?"

You chuckled at your friends antics, ducking down as Harrington ruffled your hair again, this time harder.

Beside you, Eddie was not laughing. Far from it. A simmering anger was spluttering inside of his chest, much like the sparks from the embers of the fire. The way Steve was talking to you - flirting with you- made his blood boil. He was so flippant about it! In front of your friends too! Eddie clenched his hands by his sides, trying his best to shove this anger- or was it discomfort?- down and just enjoy the night. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, however, when you grabbed the bottle from Steve and took a large sip with a straight face, not breaking eye contact with your friend.

Jesus Christ, Eddie thought.

Why not just make out in front of us all?

The bottle got passed around a few times, and soon a happy buzz had worked its way on to all five of you. The fire was dying down, only a light glow now, casting orange light on to everyone's faces. Robin's head rested gently on Nancy's shoulder, eyes closed and murmuring to keep up with the conversation. Moments later, Nancy took on the same tired exterior, resting her head on top of Robin's.

"You guys had enough?" You asked, putting your hand on Nancy's shoulder. She yawned loudly in response. "I think it's time to get them home, Harrington." you said, tossing Steve his keys.

"Yeah, even when the kids aren't around I'm still playing baby sitter." He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. "Don't tell anyone, but I've been having soda all night."

"Wow, party animal. You gonna be okay to drive?" you joked, smiling at Steve's gracious role of designated driver even on graduation night.

"Oh yeah, yeah, I'm good. I'll leave you a message when we're all home." He wrapped his arms over your shoulder in a friendly hug. "Night, squirt. See ya, Eddie!" he called to your best friend, who simply waved in response.

After helping Steve get the girls into his car, you plopped down next to Eddie on the logs, the glow from the moon making his pale skin look ivory in the dark. He was staring into the embers of the fire, twisting his rings round his fingers.

With a tired, but happy, sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder. "I'm sad you didn't graduate with us, Eds, 's gonna be weird not getting to see you every day." Beneath your head, you could feel Eddie tense up.

"Well, you've got Harrington for that now." He laughed humourlessly as he said it, making you furrow your brows in confusion.

"What's that supposed to mean?" lifting your head abruptly when Eddie stood, shifting his feet with his hands in his jean pockets.

"Just that, clearly, Harrington can make you happy. So you won't need to miss me too much. Steve's gotcha covered from here , it seems." He laughed to himself again. "I mean, god, could it be more obvious that he's hot for you? Guy is shameless."

"What?" you gawked at your best friend, a mix of confused and slightly angry at his sudden outburst. "What are you talking about he's hot for me?" In any other situation, Eddie's phrasing would have made you laugh. Now it just made you mad.

"Oh come on, Y/n, he was practically rubbing it in my- our faces all night. Touching your hair all the time? He's gone textbook, which is the first time I think anyone has ever said that for Steve."

"Hey, leave him alone man." You were fully angry now, pissed off at Eddie's change in demeanour. "There's nothing going on with Steve and I. And even if there was - if he wasn't still obviously in love with Nance- why would it be anything to do with you?"

"Because!"

"Because what?"

"Because you're my best friend, and I should know these things, and not have it shoved in my face. God, he was practically eye fucking you all night!" Eddie ran his hands through his hair to try and calm his nerves, but he was on fire right now. He was shaking he was so distraught at the thought of Harrington getting to you.

Before he could tell you, or show you, how he felt about you.

Your mouth was agape in shock at Eddie's words. Shocked both at his sense of entitlement to know which boys you were or were not getting with, and at his vulgarity. Steve had been his normal friendly self all night. He made sure you were having fun, he took care of Robin and Nancy. He was just normal Steve.

What had made Eddie so...off?

"What the hell is your problem, Eddie?" you took a step closer to your friend. You were about arms length apart now. "You're being an asshole right now."

"You wanna know my problem?"

"Uh, yeah, that's why I asked."

Eddie paused for a second, rocking on the balls of his feet. Then, in one smooth stride, he walked to you, grabbed your face in his hands.

And kissed you.

Eddie was kissing you.

It was intense, and hard. He grasped your face so gently in his hands, the force of his lips seeming that much bigger. When the initial shock wore off, you pulled away breathlessly.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your hands on his forearms. You were so, so confused. So why were you enjoying it? In those ten short seconds, you'd had a better kiss than in your whole high school experience. Eddie pulled back with a deep sigh.

"That's my problem. Harrington getting to touch you, not a big fan." His hands still rested on your face, thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks. When you didn't pull away, he touched his forehead to yours gently. "I've liked you for so long, Y/n. So long. And you know I'm not a big feelings guy, but, God, seeing Steve with you tonight just made me wanna scream." You laughed slightly at him. "Oh, that's funny to you , is it?"

"You were jealous, of Steve?"

Eddie looked down at his feet, smiling to himself gently. "Of course that's the bit you listen to." You moved your hands to smooth out his wild hair. You felt like the wind had been kicked from your lungs. Eddie liked you, Eddie was jealous of Steve touching you? As much as you were confused, the small flicker of warmth in your stomach was fanned into a flame as Eddie let out a deep chuckle. "Anything else you picked up on there?"

He was looking so deeply, so intently, into your eyes you felt as though he was seeing your very soul. His hands crept their way up to the back of your head, twining his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck. "Well," you said, taking on a teasing tone despite your heart thrumming in your chest, "I don't get the jealousy thing." Eddie furrowed his brows. Had he not been clear before? "I don't get being jealous. It's not like Steve and I," you leaned in, hovering your lips over the shell of his ear, "touch here." You lightly kissed the skin below his lobe, grinning when Eddie sucked in a sharp breath.

Lowering your head, you dragged your lips down Eddie's neck. "It's not like he touches me," you kissed his adam's apple, dragging your teeth down to where his shoulders met his neck, "here." You ran your hands up Eddie's arms, lingering around his face and tracing his lips with the tip of your finger. "Wouldn't let him touch me there."

Eddie felt like he was going to implode. Your touches were driving him crazy, and if you didn't just kiss him again, he was gonna go out of his mind. You ceased your movements. "You've got no reason to be jealous of anything, Eds."

"Does Harrington know that?"

"Steve's not here, Eddie." You dropped your hands to your sides. "And even if he was, I wouldn't dream of kissing anyone else but you-"

Eddie's lips cut you off in another searing kiss, this time you reciprocated. It was all teeth and lips, hands in hair, and hands roaming anywhere they could reach. Eddie's lips felt like magic against your own, better than any kiss you'd ever had. When Eddie tugged against your hair, lowering his lips down to nip and kiss the skin of your neck, you groaned aloud. Eddie's head whipped to face you.

"Well, what do we have here?" he smirked, nipping the spot again and taking another groan as encouragement. You yanked his jaw, desperate to kiss him again. "C'mre, Munson." Eddie gladly obliged, crashing your lips together.

You felt overwhelmingly hot in your sweater now, tugging frantically at the hem to get it off without breaking the kiss. "Eds," you said, resting your hands on his cheeks. "can we sit down?"

His eyes lit up, excitement and desire evident in his now black eyes, blown wide and darkened with lust. "We could sit in the van?"

Doors thrown open, you clambered into the back of Eddie's van. You threw your sweater over your head, leaving you in a Van Halen tshirt. "You stealing my clothes now, Y/n?" You had borrowed the shirt last time you stayed at Eddie's place. The sight made Eddie just about burst. Seeing you in his clothes, he felt like he was marking you as his. The attention on the shirt - and your chest- made you suddenly self conscious, as you crossed your arms over your chest.

The pause in activity had made you nervous. What did this make you and Eddie? What would happen to your relationship now? You obviously had feelings for Eddie too, revealed by your feverish desire to kiss him, touch him, have him touch you. You head whirled with anxieties, broken when Eddie's hand wove its way into yours.

"Hey," he said softly, "we can stop if you're uncomfortable. We don't have to do anything, okay?" His thumb rubbed gently against your skin, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. Your whole body thrummed with an electric desire for Eddie. When you didn't respond right away, he scooted on the floor of the van next to you. "What's going on up here, hmm?" He tapped his fingers to your temple lightly.

"Can I tell you something?" you said, gaze on the rug Eddie had laid in the back of the van.

Eddie turned his body completely towards you. "Of course."

"I haven't... been with someone before." you grimaced in embarrassment at yourself. "So, if we do this" you finally met his gaze. "it would be my...first."

Eddie was quiet for a few heartbeats, before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your lips. It was slow and gentle, and conveyed his love and all his care for you without saying a word. When he pulled back, he smiled at you. You felt like your heart was in your mouth. He looked at you as if you were the moon. "Are you sure?"

You nodded your head. "I'm sure."

Eddie leaned in to kiss you again, and his tongue made its way into your mouth. You moaned lightly at the sensation. He cupped your jaw, shifting your head to deepen the kiss. Wrapping his arms around you, he lightly laid you down on the bed of the van, moving on top of you. Raising your arms above your head, he intertwined your fingers before peppering kisses down your neck, the hollow of your throat before kissing down your clothed torso. "Can I take this off?"

"Do you want me to take mine off first?" he asked , noting your nervous look. When you nodded, grateful for his patience, he reached to his back and swiped his signature Hellfire shirt off in one swift movement. You'd seen Eddie shirtless before. You'd swam together, and you'd showered at each others houses a million times. But in the white light of the moon, accentuating his light abs and tattoos, it was like the first time. Subconsciously, you reached up to trace the tattoo on Eddie's hip, mindlessly moving across his stomach. He tensed under the touch, sucking in a raged breath.

"Jesus, Y/n, you don't know what you're doing to me."

You sat up slightly, lifting your hand from his stomach to pepper small kisses along the tattoos by Eddie's collar bones. "You're so handsome, Eddie." you whispered against his skin. You lifted your head to meet his lips again, graciously welcoming his tongue back into your mouth as he slid your - his- shirt over your head. "Christ," he breathed as your skin glowed in the light of the moon made you look silver, accentuating your boobs against the stark black of your bra. "You're beautiful."

Eddie pressed wet, open mouthed kisses along your chest, lowering down across your stomach until his lips reached the hem of your jeans. You sucked in a ragged breath, the heat of where the moment was leading finally catching up with you. Without realising it, your hands had begun to tremble lightly with excited nerves. One of Eddie's own large, ringed hands came to grasp you own. "How we doing up there?" he asked, eyes meeting your own as his finger toyed with a stray thread near the button of your jeans.

"Good." you said, flushing dark red at the sight before your eyes. Eddie was sprawled on the bed of the van, body between your opened legs, hair messy and curling round his face. Unable to stop yourself, you pushed a stray curl from his eye. He leaned into your touch, kissing your wrist as he caught it. "Do you want to keep going?"

You'd be insane to stop now. The heat in your stomach was a full on wild fire by now, centred between your legs where Eddie's head was. "Yes," you said breathlessly, "yes, please."

"Okay," Eddie began to unbutton your jeans at a purposefully, painfully slow pace. The coolness of his rings against your bare thighs made you gasp, resulting in a smirk from the metal head between your legs. With your jeans off, Eddie took his own off too. If you'd been staring before, now you were gawking at him. Through his boxers, Eddie was hard enough that you could see the outline of his cock clear as day, despite the limited light. He was big, bigger than you thought you could manage. If you went all the way tonight, it would be painful. Somehow, the thought turned you on even more.

Out of his jeans, Eddie crawled up your chest to reattach his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Feeling a surge of confidence, you ran your tongue along his bottom lip, moaning as he allowed you entrance and his tongue met yours. Subconsciously, you started to grind your hips against Eddie's , shocked at the volume of the gasp that was swallowed by his mouth. Matching your eagerness, Eddie ground his hips down to meet yours. "Fuck," he groaned right in your ear, turning you on even more than before. Something about bringing Eddie pleasure made your own start to pool between your legs.

"Eddie," you sighed, hands woven in his hair as you rutted against him, desperate for any friction you could find.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart." he sucked on the skin of your neck, surely leaving marks that you would have to cover later. He nipped a particularly sweet spot that made you whine. "Tell me, and I'll give to you." Eddie would give you the moon if you asked. “You,” you breathed in a sigh as his tongue swiped over the bruising skin, “just want you, Eddie.”

Inside his chest, Eddie felt his heart surge. For months, he had been letting guilt eat him up inside. He never meant to fall for you, and he felt terrible for it. But the pain of losing you as a friend would be a thousand times worse than being rejected by you, so he bottled it up. So in the dark of the night, laid down in his van with yourself on display to him, professing your desire for him, Eddie felt confident.

”Well, I'm not going anywhere babe."

Babe

Eddie's delicate fingers wound themselves over the hem of your panties, shimmying them down your legs with heavy eyelids. "Gonna make you feel good , okay?" He threw your underwear over his shoulder blindly. His hands settled fondly on your hips, thumbs rubbing small circles . You felt like you weren't a person anymore, but merely a heap of ash from the sweltering heat you felt in your stomach. Every touch of Eddie's cool skin on the sizzling heat of your own felt like a fire hose on a burning house.

Then you exploded.

Eddie nestled his face between your thighs, wrapping your legs around his head and keeping them there with his arms. He flattened his tongue against you, and you felt like the floor was going to swallow you up. You were instantly melting underneath him, uttering breathless praise as he wrapped his lips around your clit and hummed. You hands clutched and palmed at his hair, desperate for him to be all the more close to you.

"Oh, shit."

"How's it feel, s'good? Tell me how good it feels, Y/n." When you didn't reply right away, he nipped at your inner thigh, leaving a bruise.

"So good, Eds, so so good." So good you could hardly form words, as your mouth seemed able to only form a silent oh as you back arched and your hands flailed around Eddie's hair, messing it up. "So- fuck- good."

Between your legs, Eddie groaned at the praise. The vibrations against you had your eyes rolling back into your skull. Eddie's hand travelled up your stomach before resting against your boobs, kneading and palming them. The coil in the pit of your stomach was close to snapping.

"E-Eddie, I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off as a loud, borderline pornographic moan escaped your mouth as Eddie began to rapidly shake his head bath and forth, tongue a vice on your clit. Your back arched from the floor of the van, almost sitting up, as you came. Eddie's face remained between your legs, licking up the remains of your climax as your chest heaved.

He kissed his way up your stomach to your face, and you crashed your lips to his. You tasted yourself on his mouth, groaning in reaction. "That was so hot," Eddie breathed against you, "almost got off on it."

"Almost?" you pouted your lips lightly at him, the thought of Eddie getting off to you made you ravenous. You reached for the hem of his boxers, completely ready to try your best to return the favour, when Eddie stopped you.

"As amazing as that would be," he said, laughing to himself, - the girl i'm crazy for wants to blow me and I'm saying no?-, "I just wanna make tonight easier for you. It's about you."

"Okay."

Eddie's hands cradled your face as he hovered over you, his hair fanning against your face and creating a cage around you. His eyes were black with lust. He guided your hand to the hem of his underwear. "We can stop now. Just say the word." You shook your head, maybe too quick, as Eddie chuckled.

"I want you, Eddie. All of you. Here." You stroked your knuckles against his cheek. "Now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Eddie moved with a speed that would be comical ,had you not been aching for him in that moment, as he took off his boxers. Reaching into his jean pocket, he pulled out a condom. Tearing it open with his teeth - an action you wished to see many more times- he rolled it down his shaft. "Okay, are you ready? It may hurt, but we'll take it slow and you can take as long as you need, alright?"

"I'm ready."

He took one hand in yours, holding them entwined firmly above your head as he inserted the tip. You gasped, the intrusion bringing a somewhat painful sting. Eddie kissed your neck as he slid in, stopping every inch or so to make sure you were okay. "You're so gorgeous," he sighed into your neck, moaning when he bottomed out and the two of you were entirely connected. "Are you okay?"

There was not a single word in the English language to describe the feeling you felt in that moment. So entirely full of Eddie, consumed by your need for him. When Eddie shifted slightly to get a look at your face, nudging a particularly sweet spot inside you, you whined aloud.

"Oh my God, Eddie please."

"What?"

"Move, please."

That was all Eddie needed. Seeing you fall apart beneath him as he ate you out had driven him nearly mad. And Eddie Munson was content with being insane if it meant he was making you feel the way you sounded when he set a slow, but deep, pace inside you on the floor of his van at Lover's Lake. The sound of skin slapping against skin, moans of ecstasy and high pitched whines echoed throughout the van. "Holy fuck, Y/n," Eddie moaned in your ear, the sound making you clench around him, "you feel so amazing." He kissed all along your collar bones, nipping and sucking as he went.

"So fucking good- shit, baby, I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." He sighed as you pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Faster, Eddie, please," you cried. "Please, please."

Eddie wanted to make a mixtape of your moans and little sounds. "You don't need to beg, sweetheart." His hand came between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit. "I've gotcha."

As soon as Eddie made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, it was over. A scream of a moan ripped through your throat, eyes clenched tightly shut as you came hard around his cock. "Oh fuck, Eddie, yes-yes-yes!"

"Shit, sweetheart, clenching me so-oh-tight, fuck!"

Eddie's hips stuttered as he came into the condom, arms buckling and chest meeting yours. You wrapped your arms around his back, holding him to you. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, panting and trying to collect yourselves. You felt completely content, blissed out. Eddie swiped your hair from your face as he pulled out. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

Reaching for the blanket at the foot of the van, Eddie wrapped it round the two of you and pulled you to his side. He paused for a second, thinking about his words very carefully. "That was-"

"Amazing." You said, snuggling into his chest and leaving small kisses over the tattoos there.

His heart swelled. "Yeah, pretty fucking great."

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, a hand cradling your head. Without saying the words, the I don't want to forget about this, I don't feel this way about anything or anyone else, the two of you had grown closer than ever before.

Eddie chuckled to himself as your eyes drifted closed, head nestled between his neck and shoulder. "Pretty fucking great."

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 60- Running Man: The Golden Duo

Chapter Summary: Due to popular demand, Jennie is asked to guest star in a Couples themed Episode of Running Man, bringing Jungkook with her to go up against other groups of two

Words: 6,000+

Genre: One of my favs!! MAJOR Jungkook fluff and things get suggestive at the end with some suggestive Jungkook content!

Author's Note: I wanted to experiment just for shiz and giggles. Hope it didn't disappoint! <3 Lemme know what you think. And thanks again for reading!

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All over the K-pop news sites, there had been a poll on who viewers wanted to guest star on Running Man, and surprisingly, Jennie was voted one of the top favorable picks. Viewers were impressed with her athleticism and passion and wanted her back on the show.

Once she was called and asked about being on the show again, she was thrilled and eager to come back. Besides, the Monday Couple wanted revenge on her, so that added to the anticipation.

When told that there would be other guests, competing against each other in pairs due to the episode being a couples themed episode, Jimin and Taehyung quickly suggested that Jungkook should join and be Jennie’s partner.

Naturally, Jen and Jungkook happily agreed, ready to take on the challenge.

‘BTS’ Jennie and Jungkook to guest on an Episode of Running Man’

Running Man announced today through its Instagram that BTS’ Golden Duo, Jennie and Jungkook are currently filming their guest appearance on the show to compete against the Running Man cast and other guest stars in teams.

The article went on to explain that Jessi, 4Minute’s Hyuna and Gayoon, Hayoon and Amber would be joining in the episode to pair with the cast members. Positive reactions were in the comment section for The Golden Duo to be working together again since they made an impact the last time BTS was on the show.

When all the couples were on the set, they were paired out with one another and wore team colors. Jaesuk and Jessi wore green, Haha and Gayoon wore orange, Gary and Song Jihyo wore blue, Sukjin and Hyuna wore purple, Jongkook and Amber wore yellow, Kwangsoo and Hayoon wore brown and JenKook wore red.

Each couple stood by one another, inside a cozy room. They were told that their first mission was to play the pepero game and whichever couple had the shortest stick, would win the round and be one step closer to winning Korean Beef at the end of filming.

“How many times have we eaten pocky sticks together?” Jen recalled while Jungkook let out a chuckle.

Yeah, they had this in the bag.

This would be the second time they were filmed eating pocky together, bringing back Rookie King vibes. It was going to be interesting how things played out at this time.

The Monday Couple were the first ones to go up.

“Golden Duo, watch closely because our stick will be the shortest,” Gary warned

“Wow, tough crowd.” Jen chuckled

The Monday Couple were impatient to get their revenge on them for the tag game the last time they were on the show.

“Don’t get too cocky. We’re dealing with the Golden Duo here. Don’t get them angry. These kids are dangerous.” Jaesuk exclaimed

Jen’s mouth upturned at his statement as everyone watched the Monday Couple munch on their stick at a fast pace. Their noses briefly touched, causing the rest of the couples to giggle. Their lips abruptly touched and the stick fell on the plate, looking around 1.5 cm.

“Golden Duo can��t beat that.” Gary taunted and high fived Song Jihyo.

Jennie and Jungkook glanced at each other and smirked with amusement. It’s best to let their actions do the talking instead of entertaining their comments. They weren’t bothered by the Monday Couple. They’ll still win for sure with a strategy.

Jongkook and Amber were called up next, grabbing a stick. They both were flustered and giggly, trying to take it seriously. Amber couldn’t help but stay still, squinting her eyes, chuckling to herself while Jongkook did all the work. He continued munching forward until the stick fell before he could go further. JenKook took sight of Haha and Gayoon munching on their stick, and they ended up letting their stick be a little bigger than the Monday Couple’s, who were confident in winning because no one had beaten them, yet.

Jungkook took a stick out of the box and met Jen’s gaze.

“Good ol’ Rookie King.” She mentioned, making them laugh at the memories.

After they pulled themselves together, she stood in front of him.

“Go slow and steady,” she advised, getting a nod in response from him.

Jungkook placed the end of the stick in his mouth, leaning down slightly for her to bite the other end of the stick.

“Start!”

They were told and slowly began munching, with their eyes on the stick. Both feeling keen to win and strategic to make sure their stick was the shortest, they ignored any distractions surrounding them which consisted of the Monday Couple playfully trash talking.

Jungkook ended up moving closer to Jennie, cupping her face as the stick got shorter and she slowly tilted her head to the side.

“You ship?” Amber glanced over to Hayoon, off camera.

“I ship,” she confirmed with a giggle.

“I ship too.”

Once their stick dropped on the plate, it was measured as everyone gathered around to see.

It was announced, “It looks like 0.5 cm.”

“No!” the Monday couple yelled.

“I ain’t even mad...” Jessi shook her head while Jen high fived Jungkook.

When it was Sukjin and Hyuna’s turn, they were a giggling mess and their stick accidentally broke in half, which made everyone laugh. Jessi and Jaesuk were finally up, going slow and steady. Jaesuk had accidentally dropped the stick, which made Jungkook place out a hand for Jen to slap for a low five, feeling good that they were still in the lead.

“Why is it so long? It should be shorter!” Jessi playfully scolded, causing Jaesuk to laugh nervously when she grabbed ahold of him.

“I-it was an accident!” he tried to explain

“Accident, huh?” she let go of him, narrowing her eyes.

Lastly was Kwangsoo and Hayoon. Jennie giggled at their banter when Hayoon kept covering her face, trying to get serious about the game. She was so adorable as her face became flushed. When they both had the stick in their mouths, everyone began freaking out when they started to munch. After their stick dropped due to Hayoon pulling back when he got closer, their stick was nowhere near close to JenKook’s stick.

“Winners! Jennie and Jungkook, Team Golden Duo!” the staff announced

Jungkook instantly fist pumped and high fived Jennie once again.

“This is unacceptable!” Gary complained.

“We’ll beat them on the next mission.” Song Jihyo reassured.

When they traveled to the next destination, Amber and Jennie had discussed a date when they would be free to hang out and catch up. Both being busy with their respective group comebacks, they managed to find some time to hang out next week. Jen couldn’t wait to hear what F(x) was working on.

For the second mission, each couple stood on a big platform surrounded by water, located in an indoor swimming pool. The mission was simple. All they had to do was push all members of the opposing teams off the platform and be the last team standing.

‘Round 1’

“I have a plan! Let’s all take out the Golden Duo!“ Gary called out.

Wow, again?

“Man, you thirsty! He’s so obsessed with us.” Jennie called him out.

“I agree, they can’t win again,” Kwangsoo added. “Let’s take them out.”

“Geez, what is this? Survivor?” Jennie pondered

“I think they’re just jealous,” Jungkook added.

When the game started, Gayoon had decided to make the first preemptive attack, going after Hyuna. She succeeded in shoving her off the platform as she watched Hyuna fall into the water, giggling. She was clearly unprepared and wiped the wet hair from her face. She’ll get her revenge on her group member in the next round.

Gayoon had tried to push Haha off and they began to try to overpower each other. The other teams had been watching their match and finally got into the game, going after each other. Jongkook effortlessly began shoving people off the platform with his muscular arms.

Cornering Hayoon, Jennie bumped her hip against hers, causing the GFriend member to lose her balance and fall into the pool.

“Hips for days. Sorry Hayoon, love you.” Jennie waved.

“I’ll remember that!” Hayoon called out.

Due to the slippery water and her shoes, Jennie yelped, about to fall. Jungkook was quick to scoop her up, bridal style in his arms and she held onto him. The sudden action made her stomach flip as she locked eyes with him.

“Careful,” he mentioned with a reassuring smile.

Carrying her, they decided to go after Kwangsoo when he was distracted by trying to push Jaesuk out. Using her feet, Jennie kicked Kwangsoo on his back to make him fall off the platform. The motion caused everyone to start laughing at Kwangsoo and JenKook’s unique teamwork.

“I wasn’t ready!” Kwangsoo yelled, with his guard down.

Getting set down, Jennie watched as the rest of the teams were all up on each other, grabbing and pulling, trying to shove each other off. Sadly, Jen ended up getting pushed off due to Song Jihyo tripping her.

Swimming back up to the surface, she watched the rest of the match, rooting for Jungkook. When it was down to him and Gary, Jungkook had easily shoved him off the platform to win the round.

“Yes!” Jennie got helped back up on the platform by Jungkook and happily celebrated their victory.

“This cannot happen again!” Gary complained.

For Round 2, Jennie went on a defensive route, surviving with Jungkook as she managed to protect him. She would constantly get in front of him, shoving anyone back who tried to go after him. Jongkook, the tiger, began to get ganged up on, as most of the teams strived to shove him and Amber off the platform. Once they failed to shove Jongkook and Amber off, they went straight after the Golden Duo.

“Oh gosh.” Jennie stood back to back with Jungkook.

After she took in the sight of what was going on, Jen made her move, grabbing a hold of Hyuna’s manicured hands. Miss Bangtan used her strength to shove her into the pool. Turning her awareness to Kwangsoo, he let out a yell, staring at her in horror.

“Nope! Nope! Nope!” he ran and jumped off the platform

Meanwhile, Jungkook had worked on pushing Sukjin and Jaesuk off the platform. JenKook regrouped and stood in front of Jongkook and Amber. Jennie and Amber go after each other, clasping their hands together, attempting to push each other off while giggling at each other. Amber slipped on the platform and Jen took advantage by rolling her to fall into the pool.

Turning to Jongkook, she noticed that Haha was trying to shove him off, ignoring Jungkook and she helped Jungkook up, bringing him to safety. The two managed to shove Haha and Jongkook off and happily high fiving each other.

“How many people have they taken out so far?” Amber laughed.

As the round progressed, Jungkook was shoved out by Song Jihyo. He was annoyed that he had lost but rooted for Jennie to win the game for their team.

Jessi had attempted to push her off the platform.

“Sorry, hon. You gotta go.” Jessi said but Jen stood her ground and managed to push her off instead with the help of using her feet to trip her.

Distracted from Jessi, Jennie felt a strong push on her back and fell into the pool thanks to Song Jihyo.

“Yes!” Gary happily shouted, applauding her.

"Darn it..." Jennie swam up and Jungkook pulled her into his arms.

"Take that Golden Duo!" Song Jihyo smiled victoriously.

"We told you we'd beat you!" Gary added as the audience laughed at how passionate the Monday Couple was about beating The Golden Duo.

"Don't worry about it. We'll get 'em. Good job," the Golden Maknae reassured Jennie with a smile and gently moved some of her wet hair from her face.

In the end, Song Jihyo won the round for her team.

For the final round, everyone ganged up to take out Jongkook first, creating a big group on top of him. Jennie avoided the chaos with Jungkook and decided to start pushing people off who were near the edge to increase their chances of winning.

Standing in the middle of the platform, Gary and Song Jihyo faced off with the Golden Duo, as they tried to push each other near the edge.

“Jennie! I will get my revenge!” Gary yelled, grabbing a hold of her. "We are going to win this! We are not going to lose! We are not going to lose!”

Miss Bangtan laughed, evading his attempts to shove her off the pool.

Song Jihyo shrieked when Jungkook easily picked her up over his shoulder and tossed her into the pool. With Jennie, she used her hips to bump Gary off the platform.

“Nothing personal.” Jennie shrugged, feeling victorious despite the Monday Couple’s complaints.

Kwangsoo had crawled away from them, on the platform but ended up getting rolled off by JenKook.

Near the end of the round, it was down to Jennie and Amber. They caught their breaths and stood in the middle of the platform. Going to strike, Amber had tried to trip Jennie, but Miss Bangtan evaded her move. It was a back and forth battle between the two, pushing and pulling each other, near the edge of the platform. In the end, Jennie caught an opening when Amber began to lose her balance on the edge. She then did one final push and watched as Amber fell into the water.

“Yeah!” Jennie cheered and jumped off the platform, landing into Jungkook’s arms.

He embraced her and spun her around as they celebrated their victory.

“Great job, Jennie! You did it!” He giggled, wiping some of her wet hair from her face.

"Woo! That is what I'm talking about!" she giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

“ARMY is going to be very happy to see them winning on behalf of BTS.” Jaesuk chuckled.

“They really want this Korean beef,” Jongkook added.

“Why do they always win?” Kwangsoo complained.

"This is not fair!" Gary complained as the audience laughed.

“I think we should just give them the beef. They already won.” Gayoon giggled.

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For the last mission, everyone was scattered around a mall, by themselves. Jennie stood near an emergency exit, with her Korean spelled name tag stuck to her shirt.

On the speaker, it was announced that they would need to find their significant other. Once they reunite with their partner, they must team up and find the correct key. After they find the key, they must find the room where the key opens, and find a platform to land on while avoiding getting their tag ripped. If one person gets their tag ripped, the entire couple is eliminated.

“Gosh...really?” Jen cringed at the camera. “That’s...a lot of work.”

Once she heard the buzzer, the game began and she let out a breath. “ARMY, time to find our Golden Maknae.” she gave the camera a thumbs up and started walking with a cameraman following her.

With Gary, he carefully walked around the mall on the second floor. “I must find Jennie or Jungkook. We need to take out the Golden Duo, so they can’t win. Hopefully, I can convince everyone else.”

He was so fixated on making sure the two teenagers lost this time. They won too many battles. It was time to lose for a change.

With Hayoon, she chose to hide in a changing room that was in one of the clothing stores.

“I’m going to hang in here for a little while,” she spoke on camera.

Back with Jennie, she walked slowly, looking at her surroundings.

“All right...so far so good...” she mumbled.

She recognized Gary walking by and immediately leaned against the wall, making sure he passed her, unnoticed. She let out a sigh of relief and quickly left the area to avoid being detected.

With Haha and Gayoon, who had found each other, they go to each store to find the correct key. They came across three sets of keys, but none were the right ones.

“Found you!” Gary called them out, causing Gayoon to yelp in surprise. “Wait! Wait! I don’t want to fight. Let’s work together.”

“Why should we trust you?” she pointed out.

“I want to get the Golden Duo out, so they won’t win. Don’t you want to get them out too? Let’s work together, find Song Jihyo and take down the maknaes.”

“Well, those maknaes are insane.” Haha started to become convinced.

“Okay, we’ll work with you.” Gayoon agreed and the three of them began walking together around the mall to find keys and search for Jennie or Jungkook.

It looked like JenKook was in trouble if Gary continued to convince other teams to join him to take them out.

With Amber, she walked around, seeking to find her partner. “I have a feeling someone is hiding around here,” she murmured, going inside the store that Hayoon was hiding in.

Hayoon had heard a noise and remained quiet while Amber walked around to see if anyone was hiding. In the end, Amber couldn’t find her and ended up finding a key, but it wasn’t the right one. The rapper continued her hunt for Jongkook by leaving the store and going up the escalator.

Hayoon, still hiding in the dressing room, placed a hand over her heart. “Thank goodness. I don’t want to get my tag ripped anytime soon. Ah...maybe I should go find Kwangsoo. But I’m so scared. What should I do?”

With the Golden Maknae, he kept a low profile as he went to find keys.

“Ah...I wish Jennie was here with me, right now. They are doing well to keep us apart. But I will find her. And we’ll win for sure.” he said to the camera, determined.

“Hey!” the sound of Jessi’s voice, caused him to look Jungshooked.

He immediately began backing up while she walked after him. He ended up giggling at her as she tried to grab onto him to rip his tag off. His strength overpowered her attempts and he escaped. Jessi tried to run after him, but he was too fast and she stopped running.

“I don’t know why I even tried.” she shrugged on camera, chuckling as the audience laughed.

Back to Jennie as she unsuccessfully discovered the right key in a shoe store, she came across the row of Nike sneakers.

“Daaaaaamnnnnn, how much are these?” she exclaimed in English and picked up one of the shoes to check them out. “Yo...I need to get this after the show.”

Distracted, she was unaware that Hyuna and Sukjin had spotted her. Hearing footsteps, Jennie quickly set the shoe down and ran out of the store, with them high on her tail.

“Jennie!” Hyuna laughed and grabbed a hold of her.

“This is so cheap. You gonna run up on me when I was looking at Nike shoes? Really?” she evaded her attempts to grab her tag, defending herself against them both.

“Let us oust you, Miss Bangtan. We need to win this.” Sukjin responded.

“Sorry, but I didn’t come here to lose. I appreciate your determination. Not enough to take me out. Jungkook and I are going to win this.” she managed to push them away and escape.

She ended up losing them, and she hid in another store to catch her breath, hiding behind the register.

That was too close.

“Ah...I hate this. I want Jungkook. The heck, is he?” she complained.

Turning her head, she found another small box and opened it to find a key. Examining it, she realized that it was not the right key and placed it back. She abruptly heard Hyuna and Sukjin yelling in panic and loudly running past the store she was hiding in. She realized that Jongkook had found them and started chasing after them.

“So glad I’m not them right now,” she murmured.

As the game progressed, Gary managed to find Song Jihyo with Haha and Gayoon, discussing strategy when they found Jen or Jungkook to eliminate them. Unfortunately for them, they had bumped into Jongkook who had been chasing after Hyuna and Sukjin. The two teams instantly run with Hyuna and Sukjin, yelling and screaming all over the place.

Hyuna got in an elevator but unluckily none of the others made it inside with her. When the door opened on the next floor, she saw the Golden Maknae quickly looking up from his feet, widening his eyes.

“Oh no!” she shrieked as he rushed in, grabbing a hold of her. “Wait, wait, please! The game just started!” she pleaded but unfortunately for her, he ripped her tag off to eliminate her and Sukjin from the game.

“Sorry, Noona.” Jungkook bowed and grinned.

‘Hyuna out. Hyuna out.’

Back to Hayoon, she still was hiding in her hiding spot. When she heard the announcement, she sighed out of relief when it wasn’t her partner. Out of nowhere, she shrieked when she suddenly saw the dressing room door swing open, locking eyes with her best friend, Jennie.

“Really?” Jennie laughed and took a seat next to her.

“Aw...it was nice when it lasted.” Hayoon pouted.

“Have you seen Jungkook?”

“I heard him in here a while ago. I have no idea where he went. Thankfully he didn’t find me.”

“Thanks. Okay. See you.” she stood up.

“W-wait, you’re sparing me?”

“Yeah.” Jen nodded. “I love you, that’s why.”

Hayoon smiled at her answer and felt a little flustered.

“Just try not to get caught," Miss Bangtan warned. "And if we meet again, I won’t hesitate to take the tag off.”

“Gosh...you and Jungkook are so scary when competitive. Reminds me of our dodgeball game at school.”

“That’s riiiiight.” she kissed her forehead. “Be safe out there.”

“You too!” Hayoon watched her leave.

Standing up, she decided it was time to move around and find Kwangsoo and some keys. No more getting scared. It was time to play the game.

As the game went on, Amber and Jongkook had found each other and were running after the rest of the teams that were plotting to find Jennie and Jungkook.

“Run faster! Run faster! They’re here! They’re coming!” Haha yelled.

“Ah...we are in deep trouble!” Jaesuk huffed

“This was not part of the plan! Work with us to take out the Golden Duo!” Gary pleaded.

Jungkook had found himself in the mix when Song Jihyo spotted him and started running after him. Now it was Gary, Song Jihyo, Haha, Gayoon, Jessi, and Jaesuk running after Jungkook while running away from Amber and Jongkook.

“Get Jungkook! One team has to sacrifice themselves so we can oust Jungkook!” Jaesuk shouted.

“Go! Go! Go! We’re losing him!” Gary yelled, determinedly.

Out of breath, Jungkook came to a stop and had to fend for himself desperately as he saw the three teams halt in front of him. The three teams were distracted because they wanted to focus on Jungkook but Jongkook and Amber were behind them and they weren’t sure what to do.

Out of nowhere, Jennie jumped into the fray, grabbing a hold of Jungkook from behind. He widened his eyes in surprise when he turned to see her, gesturing for him to run with her. Everyone noticed that Jennie and Jungkook were finally reunited and freaked out.

“No! This was not supposed to happen!” Gary whined as all the teams scattered to go after them and escape Jongkook and Amber.

“Ah! Separate them!” Haha shouted.

“They’re headed downstairs! Go down!” Jessi yelled.

Song Jihyo managed to grab a hold of Jungkook’s arm, which made Jennie get pulled back with him.

“Uh, uh, not today! Kook and I will live to see another day! Get off of him!” Jen made her lose her grip before running away with her Golden partner.

“Aish...these kids...they’re too fast,” Jaesuk called out.

“We are dealing with two pains in the asses here.” Jessi chuckled, shaking her head. “These kids need to go but they run so fast. So how are we going to beat them?”

Once Jennie and Jungkook found a safe area to hide, he wrapped his arms around her tightly for a hug.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“I am just very happy to see you, right now.”

“Feeling is mutual. I really thought I wasn’t going to be able to make it. Catch your breath, I know you’re tired.”

They sat on the floor as he tilted his head back, making it rest on the wall. Jennie laid her head on his shoulder and rested with him while keeping her eyes and ears alert for anyone walking by.

Finally, they found each other and can work on winning.

After resting for a while, they walked around the mall to find the keys. As they strolled down the hallway, they heard a loud noise behind them. Jungkook was quick to grab her to safety by wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against his chest. He looked both ways to see if anyone was there.

“That scared the crap outta me,” Jen said in English, exhaling sharply with a hand on her chest when they noticed that one of the camera crew had knocked over a plant by accident.

“What are we going to do? Everyone is after us. Should we go stealth?” Jungkook suggested as they continued their search for keys.

“No, I don’t think we should do stealth this time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah because they aren’t focused on getting the key, they’re focused on getting us out. They’re gonna do anything to eliminate us. They’ll try to corner us, distract us, this, that, and the third. We need to be quick and on full offense. No more messing around. We gotta win this. So, let’s find this key and if anybody runs up on us, we’ll rip the tags off. No more running away. I won’t let anyone rip your tag off. I promise.” she reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I got you, Jungkook.”

A bunny smile appeared on the Golden Maknae’s lips, motivated by her words. “I got you, first. Now let’s go.”

As time went on, the Golden Duo searched around, undetected, and managed to find the right key. All they had to do now was find the room to open the door and stand on the platform.

Walking to the door that leads to the stairwell, Jennie opened it and walked in with Jungkook, only to spot Jaesuk, Jessi, Kwangsoo and Hayoon, Gary and Song Jihyo trying to get each other’s tags after they all had turned against each other.

The sight of JenKook caused Kwangsoo and Hayoon to rush down the stairs in panic while the rest of the teams were caught off guard and ran down the steps to avoid them. JenKook had decided to dash after them, going after the Monday Couple first for revenge.

Running through a door, the Monday Couple had pushed to close it shut, only to have JenKook push forward to push it open.

“No! It won’t end like this!” Gary yelled.

“Don’t let them in!” Song Jihyo shouted.

Jennie, using her strength, gripped the doorknob and placed her foot on the wall, slowly pulling it back as the door gradually opened. Jungkook took advantage by grabbing Song Jihyo’s arm. He pulled her to him and used his other hand to search for the name tag on her back.

Riiiiiiiip

‘Song Jihyo out. Song Jihyo out.’

“Ah...I can’t believe this.” Song Jihyo slid down and sighed in defeat with Gary.

After bowing and thanking the Monday Couple, Jennie and Jungkook continued their search for the platform.

“Are you okay?” Gary helped Song Jihyo up.

“Wow...the Golden Duo is no joke,” she mentioned, bewildered.

“They have to be the strongest guests we ever had. Iron Man and Captain America strength. This won’t be the end. We will get them next time.”

Near the end of the game, Jennie and Jungkook finally found the door. Managing to open it with no problems, they quickly jumped onto the platform as confetti popped out from the ceiling, making them the winners of the game.

All the teams had met up in the room to recap on the episode and congratulated JenKook on their successful win despite the odds not being in their favor.

Receiving Korean Beef as their prize, Jungkook happily announced, “We’ll eat this proudly. Jin Hyung, prepare to make this for us when we get home!”

“Ahhhh, they came to our show and won everything. They cannot be beaten.” Haha shook his head as everyone laughed

Once Jennie and Jungkook went back to the dorms with Seijin, the members greeted them with loud cheers when they saw the Korean beef in their hands.

A victory dance commenced between the members and afterward, Jennie showered and helped Jin cook the beef.

After dinner, Jennie chose to turn in early due to the full meal and long day of filming. Wearing a white tank top with black shorts, she dozed off in her warm bed.

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Buzz Buzz Buzz

Stirring in her sleep, Jen slowly woke up and grabbed her phone off the nightstand. Squinting her eyes at the high brightness of the screen, she turned her brightness down and checked out the message.

Kookie: You awake? I have a headache. Could you massage it away?

Jen: Sure. Drink water and then stop by

She sat up and stretched her limbs. Turning on the lamp, she turned to look at the time. It was past 1am. It looked like Jungkook was done gaming for the night with the rest of the Maknae Line.

Noticing that her bun was messy, she realized that her bonnet had fallen off while sleeping. Yawning, she took out her bun and shook her hair out, deciding to fix it after massaging Jungkook.

Hearing a firm series of knocks on her door, she called out with her voice filled with sleep, “Who?”

“Golden Maknae in need of Miss Bangtan’s famous massages.”

His bright voice made her smile. “How much are you paying?”

“I’m sure we can negotiate with smarties.” he quipped, making her giggle softly.

“You got me there. Enter my realm.”

She watched him walk in with a big smile as he closed the door. She noticed he was wearing one of his many white shirts and a pair of shorts that came to his knees. His hair was messy, too, it made him look even cuter.

She scooted over as she felt the bed dip when he got on the bed to lay down next to her.

“I told you don’t eat so much candy. But what do you do? Eat a lot of candy. Now, look at you. Suffering from a headache.” she scolded.

“The candy Hyung buys is really good. I can’t help it.”

“I can’t help it.” she mocked in a low voice, making him chuckle. “How much did you even eat after dinner?” she let him lay his head on her lap as she gently began to massage his temples.

“You don’t want to know.” he let out a content sigh, closing his eyes.

“No more eating a lot of sweets, especially before you go to sleep. Those sugar headaches are killer. And make sure you drink more water and take aspirin."

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re a handful.”

After a while, he ended up falling asleep, with his headache nearly gone. She gently removed his head from her lap and let him sleep next to her. Moments later, Jen decided to play on her phone, to pass the time until she felt herself getting tired.

After ten minutes, she glanced over at the Golden Maknae, watching him sleep as his chest rose and fell slowly. Placing her phone on the nightstand, she turned to her side, to continue observing him. Her hand slowly ran through his soft hair. Gently brushing her fingertips against his cheek, she absentmindedly ran her thumb over his bottom lip. Glancing at his lips, she quickly shook the thought away and removed her hand.

‘The heck was that Jen?’ she looked away from his lips but couldn’t help but look back at them.

Jungkook had grown up. His vocals get better and better throughout each comeback. He had gotten so much taller, it was like it was yesterday when they were almost the same height. His English skills improve day by day, making her proud of his efforts. And he had become so handsome over the years.

Her body began moving on its own as she found herself slowly leaning down. She stopped midway, looking at his gentle face. Closing her eyes with hesitation, she pulled back.

Jen laid on her back and looked up at the ceiling, inhaling and exhaling deeply. She didn’t understand what she was doing. What this strange feeling was.

Turning her head to the side, she looked at him, falteringly.

After a moment, she turned her body on her side and leaned forward to press her lips to his. She kissed him softly while closing her eyes. His lips were softer than she anticipated, taking her off guard. Nonetheless, she felt something strong from the kiss.

When she realized what she had done, she pulled away, confused by her abrupt actions.

‘What the hell, Jennie? Why did you do that? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I am such an idiot.’ she thought to herself, touching her lips.

She was so fixated on thinking of what she had done, that she didn’t even notice Jungkook slowly opening his eyes.

Consequently, he knew exactly what she had done and when she met his gaze, her stomach dropped.

Busted.

She stiffened, widening her eyes while her face felt flushed. All she wanted to do was crawl into a hole. She had no excuse for her actions and couldn’t even think of coherent thoughts without making a fool out of herself.

“...u-um-I’m...” she hesitated, averting her eyes from him. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me. I think I’m gonna go get something from the kitchen.”

She began scrambling to get out of bed but felt his warm hand, firmly grabbing her wrist to stop her from getting off the mattress.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered.

Jen let out a sharp gasp when he gently pushed her down on the bed, feeling the soft, warm sheets under her. Her heart raced quickly as she watched him slowly climb on top of her, placing his palms on the bed, next to both sides of her head.

She couldn’t look at him in the eyes as she felt a mixture of crazy emotions while still feeling awkward by her previous actions.

“Look at me,” her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his low voice.

She nervously held his gaze, unable to ignore his request. She didn’t understand where this sudden desire to kiss him was coming from and it bothered her.

It bothered her because she shouldn’t even be in this foreign position with him.

It bothered her because the way he was staring at her made it harder to resist him.

It bothered her because he looked so enticing and she anticipated what he was going to do to her.

Her chest rose up and down with the butterflies in her stomach getting worse. She watched him take a good look at the position they were in.

From his face, it seemed like he was contemplating if he should risk it all. It was like he was struggling to suppress the urge to do whatever his mind was thinking of doing to her. She regarded that he had licked his lips and placed his bottom lip in between his teeth as his eyes traveled down to her bare, thick legs. When he locked eyes with her, she felt her nervousness intensify.

He slowly leaned down, pressing his body against hers, gently kissing her softly. She froze, widening her eyes as she felt his lips move on hers while he tilted his head to continue kissing her slowly.

‘What the hell? What the hell are we doing? What the hell are we doing?’ she thought in panic.

His lips were tender and he pulled away briefly, leaving her breathless. Jungkook moved some hair from her face before leaning down to crash his lips against hers again.

Part of her wanted to push him off.

Tell him that this should not be happening.

But his kisses were too much to handle and she found herself kissing back, uncertain. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Gradually, she became in sync with his lips, finding a rhythm, despite her lack of kiss experience.

With a hand in his soft hair, she ran her fingers through it. Shortly after she felt his large hands caressing her legs and she hitched a breath.

Jungkook’s hands were all over her. Places that a friend shouldn’t be touching but he was so gentle that she couldn’t help but melt into his touch. They slowly eased back from their lingering kiss to catch their breaths.

Jennie, unable to resist and giving in to this heated encounter, sat up with him to straddle him on his lap. The sudden gesture made him grunt softly as she gripped onto his shirt.

The way he looked at her looked like he was giving her permission to do whatever she wanted. Sensing her hesitation, he ended up guiding her hands to remove his shirt before tossing it to the side.

'Oh my God...' she thought as she ran her hands down his chest and then took his face in her hands. 'What's gotten into me?'

She resumed kissing him again as she felt warm and tingly. Each kiss felt better than the last one, making her feel good. Their kissing got heated as he slowly ran his hands down her back and squeezed her hips. He was starting to drive her crazy as he continued his frisky behavior when his hands slowly traveled down to squeeze her rear. The sudden gesture made her jump and let out a squeal of surprise before resuming their heated kissing.

Once they pulled back to breathe again, a thought in her mind made her place a hand on his chest, as the doubts came back.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this...I should not have kissed him. This isn’t right. But it feels right. But friends don’t do this. We need to stop. This can’t go any further. I need to get out of this.’ she thought, feeling conflicted with everything that was going on.

Jungkook noticed her pulling away and closed the gap by pulling her back against his body.

"Don't. It's okay," he murmured and swiftly laid her back on the bed, climbing on top of her to kiss her again.

Jungkook made her forget about the doubts as he deepened the kiss, causing her to softly moan. It made her feel embarrassed that an abrupt sound like that came out of her since she never made a sound like that before. She felt his strong hands grab her wrists, pinning them on the bed, beside her head. His hands gradually slid up to her hands slowly intertwining his fingers with hers. He kept a firm grip, making her unable to escape his passion.

Jungkook took his time, placing sweet kisses on her face. From her cheeks to her jawline, he made her feel wanted and cared for. He needed to stop kissing her like this. Every time he kissed her sweetly, he would glance at her lovingly before doing it again. His kisses were making her heart pound. She couldn’t take much more of this.

Turning her head to one side, she closed her eyes and let out shaky breaths when she felt him shift down to her neck. His nose nuzzled against her neck before placing, soft and gentle kisses around it, leaving her panting from the foreign feeling.

‘Oh God...why am I enjoying this?’ she thought as she threw her head back against the pillow.

She tightened her hands against his, writhing underneath him while trying to fight back any sounds. Of course, with Jungkook pinning her down to the bed, focused on her neck, she failed miserably, becoming undone. Jungkook appeared to be satisfied with his efforts and her reactions because he let out a low chuckle in response.

“Jungkook,” she whispered breathlessly as she felt his warm breath against her ear.

“Relax, baby girl...” he whispered, feeling her squirm from all the overwhelming and foreign feelings in her body.

This was torture, what he was doing to her, and she couldn’t do anything as he held her down.

"Do you trust me?" she heard him ask in her ear, making her shiver.

"Y-yes," she breathed out.

Suddenly he let her go and began kissing down her neck and started to move lower, making her feel flushed

"W-wait...where are you going?" she stuttered with her breathing increasing as she placed her hands in his hair when he continued to travel down to her stomach.

Never would she think that Jungkook would ever do this, especially to her.

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Jennie ended up falling off her bed with a big thump. She quickly got back to her feet. Snapping her head from side to side, looking around, she noticed that no one was in her room but her.

“What the hell...?” she placed a hand on her hair, which was still in a bun, and checked her phone to see no messages from Jungkook that indicated that he needed a massage tonight.

She then realized that she was just dreaming.

“Oh no. Oh my gosh, please. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.” she started pacing around, in panic. “No. No. No.” she shook her head repeatedly, trying to get the thoughts out of her mind.

It startled her that she just dreamed about her friend this way.

“That meant nothing. That had to mean nothing.” she tried to convince herself. “No way. No way this would happen. Why did I dream of that? Why? Am I drunk? Did I eat one too many Smarties? Get it together!”

She slapped her cheeks with her palms. Going into her small bathroom, she splashed her face with cold water and sat on top of the toilet seat, to collect her thoughts.

That imagination...came out of nowhere.

Jungkook would never think of this, would he?

He would never think of her like this, right?

So why did she think of him like that?

He probably never dreamed of her like that, either, so why did she?

He would never think about making out with her, would he?

She was so confused.

Friends don’t just make out with each other like they did in that dream and she shouldn’t be having these types of thoughts of him.

“This is wrong. We can’t...we’re friends.” she reminded herself. “Best friends. In a group. We are in a group, working together. Professionally. This...can’t happen. It meant nothing. It meant nothing, Jennie.” she tried to convince herself as she worked on pretending that the dream didn’t happen.

Boy, it was going to be hard to act normal around Jungkook in the morning.

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Billy hargrove x female reader.

Bulltrue.

Summary: working at the video store along side Steve and Robin had its 'disadvantages'.

Word count: 3677

Warnings: Billy lives au and I cannot remember if the video store was next to the arcade, anyways. Language, undressing. Sex references.

A/n: Please, I am having intense feelings about Billy, and I have not wrote fanfiction in months, I apologise. I ended a bad relationship a couple of weeks ago, which distracted me from writing. ( Why ikr reading fanfiction is so much better.) BUT IM HERE and I love men with long hair. Pls michael and billy are the same.

NOT MY IMAGE

Deciding to work in the video store for the summer seemed like a good idea at the time, and maybe it was, except cleaning up the vomit and other human discharge. Judging random peoples movie taste? Who wouldn't want to do that?

You had moved to Hawkins that year from a long way away, you knew no one. Well, until you had met Robin and with meeting her you met Steve, then after meeting Steve the rest came along. You had met Robin when your mum had sent you to mall to pick up some things with the promise that you could get food. And you had chosen to get Ice-cream, and with that Robin had served you and questioned you as you did stick like a sore thumb.

Everyday you had to work, you'd walk, the same route, the same routine ( depending on your schedule but it was most the same). Everyday you did the same loud blue camaro would drive past, each time almost making your ears explode. At first you did not trust the speed at which the driver was going at, but as time went on the car had slowed down. You never got a good look at the driver but he did get one each day he saw you.

Billy would not admit to himself he had taken a liking to you ( even with never interacting with you), no, he was simply checking you out.

"Hey, Y/n." Steve had greeted you with the most monotone voice, a gust of air reaching you from where he had walked past you as you restocked the horror section. Putting down the VHs your legs had cracked from where you had been kneeling for so long.

"Oh, hi. You okay?" His eyes turning back to you after he'd put his bag in the staffroom he had huffed resting his hands on his hips his eyebrows scrunched.

" Absolutely brilliant, sweets."

"Right, well, you've got bird poop in your hair." Eyes widening Steves hands immediately reached his hair with panic he had began to yell a large range of curses, until he saw the smirk plastered upon your face.

" Wow, not funny." With that he walked off still messing with his hair. Reaching ovver to pick up the last VHS, Lost boys. The sound of a pair of feet had reaching your ears just as you saw the two legs behind you through legs. Legs in tight blue jeans. You hadn't heard the bell ring. Quickly standing to full height, spinning on the balls of feet to face the customer.

Ghosting over your body with his bright eyes,long dark lashes, smirk building. He wanted you to see him checking you out. His lips twisted, soft lips, like perfect lips, kissable like River phoenix's. Golden curls of hair sitting on his shoulders, tank cling to him and jeans tighter than david bowies leggings.

" ooh,hi , s-sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?" Cheeks hot, as you stubbled over your words, being jumped out of your skin by a random hot individual was understandble reason to get flustered. Especially when he had just laughed. Reaching up to hold your rname tag inching closer as he lent over to read it.

"Don't apologise...Y/n. Ah. Yes, actually you can." Losing eye contact his eyes scanned the room,like to see what actually this store was, to make up an excuse to talk longer. Though you didn't think that. His eye locking back onto you.

"I'd like to rent a movie, do you have any suggestions for me, Gorgeous." Cheeks heating up again at the strangers playful tone, you looked down at the video in your hands.

" Well, without knowing amything about you just going off your fashion sense, I feel like Lost boys would be a good choice for you." His lips dropping from his charming smile into a o shape, as he became flustered by your comment. No one, no one, speaks to Billy Hargrove like that. But Billy for once was not angered, instead he saw the smirk plastered on the face he had been thinking about for weeks and laughed.

" Oh, do tell me what's that's supposed to mean." His rough hands brushed against yours as he took the video tape from your hands to inspect the video.

" I mean, firstly you have a mullet so, and UI was deciding is he going for Rob Lowe in st Elms fire or Michael Emerson from Lost boys. And from your charming behaviour yes you act more like Rob but Lost boys is Such a better movie. And I mean no offence both are very handsome." He raised an eyebrow at you looking away from the video.

"Are you calling me handsome, Y/n?" Billy wasn't the type to tease with no intention of getting laid, since the accident at starcourt, he has changed. Not that he would admit that either. Almost dying changes your perspective on things, how you feel about people, how you feel about yourself, what you haven't achieved, and things you're not proud of. For Billy he wanted someone to love, yes he knows he cares for Max now but that isn't the same as romantic love. Since he saw you he wanted you, he didn't know why, so here he was.

"Uhhhh...yeah. You do look like you're dressed up as Michael."

"Bullshit."

"Bulltrue."

The teasing between the pair of you had caught the attention of your coworker, Steve had not heard you act this way with anyone previously and recognised the voice of the guy you were speaking to. He dreaded the outcome of his walk toward you.

"Y/n, there you are- oh." Steve had walked towards you, quite loudly, locking eyes with Billy . Taking in his posture, Billy's arm rested on the shelf next to you, the gap between you very small for strangers, the suggestive eyebrow raise from Billy angered Steve for your sake. He didn't want you to get used by some man whore.

"Harrington."

"Billy."

The tension in the air between the two, was obvious to you, and probably literally anyone, they were death staring each other. Sure Billy had changed, and Steve did know Billie saved Eleven but still he did not trust him. Plus, how many times has he been beaten up by him. Too many. There wqs silence between the three of you for a good minute before Steve patted his hand on your shoulder. It was clear Steve would be talking to you after Billy had left.

"So, it seems you and Steve have a great relationship... " Billy had chuckled lightly.

" You could say that."

" Well, Billy what do you think about renting Lost boys?"

"I'll rent it, just so I can come back and speak to you." You simply smiled at Billy, knowing that he was the type of guy to flirt with anything or anyone. ( Poor coconut. Yes, that one story about guy fucking cocunut, Billy probably did something like that.)

Ringing him up at the counter, he sent you one last wink, before turning to slowly walk towards the door giving youa great view of his ass in his tight jeans.

" Bye, sweetheart, see you soon. " watching him as he eent through the glass doors turn his face to the right for a second , as to get another look at you. Smirking himself that you were still fixated on him. Opening the drivers door of his camaro, he had sped off in seconds. Blue camaro, the car, that you saw everyday. Deducing thst it was the same one as how many people drive a car like that in Hawkins? Not many.

Steve stood at the counter resting his back on it with his arms crossed, his lips turned downwards and slowly shaking his head. Within the next hour ( broken up due to customers), he had explained everything there was to know about Billy Hargrove.

The things Stevehad told you about the 'Keg king' made you rethink your meeting of Billy. Had he just been sweet and flirty because you were 'fresh meat' another bitch to conquer. The way he apparently treated people like Steve presented insecurity in himself, like Billy was trying to tame a bull, the bull being the world. Maybe there was someone deeper going on in his head. Maybe, he had built this walls to protect himself from further hurt.

Though, what would you know you just convinced him to rent a movie.

The next time you had seen Billy was lesss than a week later, well, one working day for you. Didn't want to be charged a late fee, clearly. Steve was not working at that time, Robin was tasked with reshelving and you were stuck behind the counter. Which you didn't mind because you got to sit and read (or doodle) other than the socal interaction you had to deal with it is great.

Placing your slushie back onto the counter , the water droplets falling to the surface, as you sneezed into your elbow for what felt like trillion sneezes. The patter of trainers walked towards you unknowingly, those feet which were normally booted.

"Bless you." With your eyes closed still you figured that was not Robins voice. Opening them you were faced with Billy leaning his forearm on counter , his lips twisted in a smile as he chewed quietly on the gum inbetween his lips. Sunglasses rested on the centre of his tank top, he was dressed in his lifeguard uniform, with his tight bright shorts highlighting his mighty sword. Maybe, you should stop checking him out wuen he watching? Would that be impossible?

"Thank you." Sipping at your slushie again, the straw between your plump lips , Billy watching intently.

" You're so welcome, babe." As you pulled away from the straw, Billy held his hand out for your drink. He looked like he needed it, his exposed body was glistening in the light that travelled through the windows, what moisturiser and oils did he use to look that good. Maybe, it was just sweat. Before you could let go of the slushie his hand had latched onro the cup whilst you still held it and had taken a long sip from it. Before slowly releasing his grip from you to fiddle with the Lost boys vhs tape on the counter.

Okay, admittedly you wouldn't allow some random person to drink your drink but his smile and his 'kurt cobain' ( great description you know) eyes with his long lashes fluttering at you made your heart beat unbearably fast.

"W-what did you think of the movie?" Spluttering over you words to cover up your nerves due to the man in front of you piercing you with his eyes.

"Well, I can definitely understand how I look like Michael just ten times more attractive. Other than that, I loved it. You are very good at your job." He paused for a moment to caught his breathe before reaching up to push a strand of hair from your face.

" Though, Y/n, that does make me wonder about what else you can do." If your face was not on fire already it was now, the words dripped out of his soft lips like syrup.

"Uh.. , well, I can consume the rest of this slushie." And before you could grab the slushie , Billy had it holding it away from you, urging you to reach and grab it.

" Can you?" Huffing you sunk back into your chair , Billy just smirked from above you.

" I'm only teasing." Handing you back the slushie , and pushing the Vhs towards you.

"I need you to recommend me another movie, if you would."

You didn't see the Billy that Steve had described, other than the flirting but that was just in Billy's nature. He seemed sweet, and he seemed to take a liking to you. Sometimes multiple times a week Billy would come in ask yoj to recommend him a movie qnd then talk to you qbout it when he returned. Never, did he speak to any of your coworkers only to asl for you.

Robin and Steve and sometimes the little ones would discuss Billy and you. Sometimes being everytime they saw you two interact. For four weeks , four weeks Billy had to entered the video store with the sole purpose of talking to you with the cover of renting of videos.

On one particular day you had been walking home with rain chucking down, hail stones , lightning, the works. Your clothing stuck to your body like sap, hair stuck to your face , not one inch of you was dry. You wished you had left your walkman at home, no doubt it was ruined.

Normally you loved the rain, the smell, the droplets hitting your face , but today hadn't been the best day. Both of your coworkers that were meant to work that evening after your shift had called in sick and no one could cover, so, you were stuck alone for over three hours. Not exactly great since it is a lot to run a wh9le store by yourself. Especially when a lot of weirdos love to come in before closing. You hoped Billy may of came in today, but he didn't oddly.

It had started to rain just as you got there for your shift and hadn't stopped, and even better no one could pick you up. To say the least you figured 'oh today the day either I get hit by lightning or get murdered' .

Walking along the path holding up your hood speed walking as quick as you possibly could. The thunder so loud you didn't hear the purr of the camaro that pulled up beside you. Rolling down his window, slowly following you as you walked away from the car Billy called for you.

"Y/n/n, Y/n. Y/n! " He had to shout loud, very loud like his father, loud like when he would threaten others, he hated that he to shout like that especially at you. You thought you had been imagining hearing your name, but when you did look around you saw Billy in his car smiling at you sympathetically. Turning on your feet you had walked over to his door , your hands leaning on thedoor as you bent down to talk to him. Already dripping into his car.

"Hey, Bil-"

"Get in the car." Interrupting you , Billy gestured for you to get in, his tone warm not like he some maniac telling to get the fuck in the car or he'd skin your toes for hotdogs. You didn't argue even though you didn't want to get his car to get soaked. Sitting on the leather shutting the door of the car , pealing of your hoodie from your skin whilst Billy watched you do so.

" You shouldn't be walking in this weather." That is all he said before he began to drive.

" I didn't have any other choice, Billy." Staring at the windscreen, the window wipers clearing it for barely a microsecond, barely could you see the road a head , it was almost dark. Turning to look at you briefly, Billy tclenched his hand on the steering wheel slightly, he felt bad, it was dark and he knew you hve walked back in conditions like this previously. He wanted to offer to drive you home but he felt like that was coming on too strong and kind of creepy.

"I can't see shit, is it alright if I pull over and see if this dies down a bit?"

Thus, leaving you trapped in a car with Billy Hargroves his camaro, the car you had heard so much about. In the dark in the rain, with his cassette playing lightly in the background of the rain smacking against the car. Drenched and freezing, even with the heat on. Billy had turned to his body to face you, eyeing over your trembling body.

"We've got to warm you up." Eyes widening snapping your face to look up to Billy, you realised this was a bad idea.

"Sorry, I meant I've got a blanket and dry clothes. I'm not trying to make a move." Guessing he didn't want to get his hair wet he climbing over the console and sat in the back of the car.

"Thank you." Ushering you to come sit in the back, he held out his hand to help you across. Not before you took your shoes off to not get dirt all over his car. Smiling at you gently as you gripped his hand. Though he raised an eyebrow about your prvious actions. You managed to carefully get over the console into the seat next to Billy.

Pulling the duffle bag from the floor,Billy pulled out a shirt and a clean pair of socks before grabbing the plaid blanket which wad thrown over the back of the seat. Passing you the clean clothes, he turned away from you.

" I'll leave more spare clothes in here for next time." Next time. Next time. What did that mean. He's just being nice surely. Pulling off your trousers and socks, replacing them with the tube socks the material trapoing the little warmth in.

" Really, Billy, thank you. You didn't have to offer me a ride home or do any of this. I really appreciate it, thank you." Billy watched the droplets of rain travel down the steamed up window, smiling to himself, not just because he has time alone with you.

"Sweetheart, there's no need to thank me, just didn't want some other guy picking up my girl." Pealing off your shirt about to put Billy's shirt on.

"My girl? Wow, where is she?" You should've put the shirt on before talking, especially teasing because clearly he thought you was dressed and turned to look at you only to see you shirtless. Eyes widening, his face flushed pink, Billy had turned away ( not quickly, he got a good look).

"Hm, in my trunk." Snorting at his comment you pulled the shirt over your head and wrapped the blanket around you shuffling over closer to Billy. Your thigh pressed against his, side by side , his warmth radiating from his body. Your hair dripping still, onto the blanket and Billys shirt. Legs bare riddled with goosebumps.

The rain still hitting the car with no sign of stopping. The windows all fully steamed up with the rainning hutting , nothing could be seen. For a few minutes silence remained between the two of you.

Fiddling with the hem of Billy's old PE shirt, your mind drifted to how you were half dressed in the back seat of a car with Billy Hargrove. If Steve could see you now, can't say youd think he'd be impressed. Compared to what Steve had suggested Billy had not been anything like what you would've thought if you just went on with Steves opinion. Maybe it was a red flag if a lot of people thought that way. He was sweet to you, stopped in the rain with you, gave you clothes, came to see you at work just to talk to you ( with the excuse that he was just renting movies) and well stole your slushie. You had grown fond of Billy, you hadn't realised until today when you didn't see him.

The presence of a rough hand being placed gently on your bare cold thigh had caused you to look up from the shirt to the hand on your thigh up to the blue eyes looking at you. Both of you knew that you would no doubt be suck here for a while.

"You know, this isn't a ploy to get in you pants. I know you've no doubt heard a lot about me." Shuffling closer to Billy you waited watching him bite his lip slightly contemplating whether to say more.

"What I'm getting at is we don't know much about each other but I'd like to get know you." Removing his hand from your thigh, gently brushed your hair out of your face Billys arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"I'd like that too." Sitting in the company of Billy Hargrove until the rain settled, just talking about nothing and everything. Time passing quickly , four hours had past before Billy had been able to drive you home.

Sitting in front of your house still in Billys clothes shoes back on, your wet clothes sat on your lap. Tying your hoodie around your waist as to cover yourself for when you'd have to walk to your house.

The thunder and lightning had stopped but the rain was still pouring. The street lights projecting orange light into the pathment , the droplets of rain illuminated by the light. Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel briefly in thought, Billy turned to looked at you once with a small smile before jumping out the car , rushing to the passenger door. Pulling his leather jacket from his shoulders , his curls begining to be weighed by the rain, opening the car door for you. Leaning over placing a foot on the drenched road before getting out of the car, closing the door behind you.

Billy held his jackekt over your head, both of you rushing to get to your house, pulling your keys out of your bag at the same time. Pushing the door open, pulling Billy into your house by his waist.

"So, want to stay over? I have Lost boys on tape."

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