#happi BFF noises

[astroph1les]

falling behind [h.c]

summary: feeling like you’re never going to experience the normal dating experience, you turn to your friend, hazel, to teach you how to kiss. friends help each other out like that, right?

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language and content, hickies (r!recieving), heavy making out, causal dominance from hazel, sort of player!hazel, cocky!hazel, josie & isabel being all over each other, hinting that hazel and birttany are bffs, inexperienced! reader, slight insecure! reader, reader is mentioned to have multiple sisters, hazel being so sweet and reassuring to reader.

word count: 2.6K

a/n: based on this request, by @toritea (i hope you enjoy it! xx) i actually had too much fun writing this. need me a hazel :/ also how am i at over 200 followers already?? you guys are insane. but i love you all for it. enjoy! <3

You were really happy for Josie and Isabel. You really were. You knew Josie had had a massive crush on Isabel for years now and they finally got together. But, it was moments like this where they were making out, borderline about to fuck against your and Josie’s shared dorm room door, that made you want to rip your head right out of your head.

“Okay, guys,” you speak up, trying to reach for the handle that was underneath their hips.

There was a moan at some point and you decided that you were going to Brittany and Hazel’s dorm room since clearly yours and Josie’s was going to be occupied. You backed away and marched down to the almost identical door except Hazel and Brittany’s names were scribbled on the dry-erase board.

You knocked on the door with a sigh, the image of Josie and Isabel still fresh in your mind. The door opened to reveal Hazel with squinted eyes. She had on a gray hoodie with a pair of what you think of boxers or shorts that look similarly to boxers.

“Hey, did I wake you?” You glance at her attire.

“Uh, no, I just woke up from a nap,” Hazel furrowed her brows, “is everything okay?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “Josie and Isabel—“

“Oh, okay, yeah. Come in,” Hazel moved out of the way to let you into the dorm room.

You glanced around the room, smiling at the obvious difference between Brittany and Hazel’s beds. Brittany had one of those neon wall lights of a sun with baby pink and white sheets. Hazel had basic different shades of gray comforters and sheets along with a few throw pillows.

“I love them but my god, they never stop. I was just trying to stop by to change,” you sigh as you walk over to sit on Hazel’s bed.

Hazel smacked her lips together with a shrug, adjusting her hoodie on her head.

“Well, I mean, that’s what it's like to have a girlfriend. It’s the ‘honeymoon’ phase.” Hazel explained before adding, “kissing and fucking is fun, though.”

Your cheeks burn at her words. Being the only person you know to not have any sexual experience—let alone kiss—made you feel like you were falling behind. Sure, it was only freshman year of college, but it didn’t help the longing of wanting to get this sort of shit over with.

Hazel was the one that you envied the most. Or at least, the girls she was hooking up with. After high school, Hazel became a bit of a heartthrob. Brittany had told you about how she had passed by their room sometimes and would hear almost-porn-like moaning and panting. You would be lying too if you said that you’ve never heard these noises too come from their room.

In simple words, Hazel fucks and fucks good.

“Still, I don’t need to see it happen, Haze,” you emphasized.

“Maybe you need to go and get some then,” Hazel remarks with a cheeky grin, walking over to sit across from you on Brittanys bed.

“Um, no. I can’t do that,” you shake your head and hope that she doesn’t press or ask more questions.

Hazel furrows her brows as she watches the way your body language shifts as soon as the subject of sex comes up.

“Why not? You’re gorgeous. I’m sure someone wants to fuck you.” Hazel states as if you should’ve been aware of this.

It was definitely a bit of a confidence booster that Hazel found you attractive.

“Thanks, Haze but it’s not like people are lining up to be with me unlike some people,” your eyes stare into hers, raising your brows. “I wouldn’t even know what to do anyways.”

Hazel tilts her head and purses her lips together, unclear to what you meant. She meant it when she said you were gorgeous. Even now in your day to day outfits of tees and baby tanks with jean shorts. She’s always thought this way about you but had to push it deep down to keep your friendship intact.

“Wait, have you not…?” Hazel trailed off to see what the limit was of experience that you may or may not have had.

“I’m a virgin and have never even kissed anyone before except for, like, once in 4th grade over a dare,” you spat out, feeling the ever most embarrassed.

The question made you irritated. Why? You couldn’t tell the exact reason but it was definitely a combination of stress and lack of sexual activity.

“Hey, hey,” Hazel stood up and off Brittany's bed to sit next to you on her bed. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you know?”

“No, I know that. It’s just annoying sometimes to not have someone in that romantic way.” You tell her with a forced grin.

Hazel nods in agreement. Silence takes over you two until you get an idea. It was risky and could possibly change everything about your relationship with Hazel if she says yes.

“Haze? Can you,” you sigh and look at her slowly, “can you teach me how to kiss?”

You wince as you prepare for the immediate rejection from Hazel.

“You want me to teach you?” Hazel adjusts her position on her bed so that she has one leg curled on the mattress and the other hanging off.

“Well, yeah, if that’s okay. I know you’ve been with a lot more girls than I have so I assume you know what you’re doing,” you state simply, blushing at the memories of the muffled moaning you’ve heard through the door.

Hazel chuckled at your words, removing her hood from her bed head. You watch her carefully, all of a sudden aware of every move you both made. You took notice of her chains that rested at the bottom of her throat probably from being tossed in her sleep.

“Are you sure? Like, 100%?”

You nod, eyes flickering to her lips. Hazel had done the same and scooted back from you as she was 10 seconds away from kissing you feverishly, but she had to hold back. You had never kissed before, she reminded herself.

“Okay, well, the first thing is comfortability. Are you comfortable sitting like this?” Hazel motioned around you two.

You think about it for a moment before questioning: “Is there a better way to sit when kissing?”

“Some girls like to sit on my lap, some like me to be sort of hovering over them. Even like, laying down and we’re making out is always comfortable too,” Hazel explains, all of a sudden feeling very nervous talking about all of the things she’s done with these girls that weren’t you.

You contemplate for a moment, mentally trying to ignore how Hazel had said ‘some girls.’ It just reminded you that this can only be a ‘friends helping friends’ situation. Laying down might be comfortable but to you, that sounded like a more experienced position. The idea of Hazel hovering over you would cause you to go actually insane.

“Can I be on your lap? I-If that’s okay?” You ask, glancing down to look at Hazel’s lap.

“Yeah, yeah, just— yeah,” she began to adjust herself so that her upper back was up against the headboard with her legs spread out. “C’mere, honey.”

You’re a horny idiot, you scold yourself internally as you inch over to Hazel, your thighs straddling her upper thighs. Her hands rest respectfully on your lower thighs, just above your knees.

This position felt so intimate now that you were here. You could see every speck of blue in her eyes and the slight bags from lack of sleep. You could just stare at Hazel like this and be content.

“You okay?” Her voice is gentle.

“Yeah, just a little nervous,” you admit truthfully.

“I get it, it's okay. Nothing’s wrong with being a little nervous,” she reassures you and the way she was rubbing her thumbs across the bare skin makes your head fuzzy. “Just take a deep breath in and out a few times.”

You do as she asks of you, your previous rapid heartbeat coming to a decrease in speed. Hazel seems to take notice of your chest slowing down.

“There you go. Good. That’s good, honey.”

Hazel praised you, a rush flooding to your brain. You gave her a shy smile as you tried to focus on what the whole point of this was. Kissing.

That’s it. It’s just kissing.

“So, now what?” You hum, fiddling with the end of Hazel’s gray hoodie.

“Let’s do one so I can see how you kiss.” Hazel rose a hand to cup your cheek, watching your breath hitch ever so slightly.

“Okay.”

“Don’t worry about kissing ‘bad’, okay? Go with the flow,” she reassures you once again.

You nod, muttering one final ‘okay’. Hazel leans her face towards yours, slightly brushing her lips against yours. From this soft touch alone, you could tell that you were going to fuck this up. Hazel closed the gap by tugging you by your cheek, locking your lips together.

You attempt to follow her slow rhythm as your hands grip onto the cotton of Hazel’s hoodie. This is going well, you think until Hazel pulls away. You instinctively try to chase her lips, but she chuckles softly at your attempt. Her hot breath brushes past your own slightly parted mouth.

“Getting eager, huh?” She teases, brushing her nose against yours.

“Shut up.” Your cheeks flush at her words.

That same flush spread to your chest and the depths of your stomach. All you wanted to do was jump her bones. Now, you understood why she had girls moaning so loud that there would be complaints from the neighboring peers.

“You did good, though. You really don’t have anything to worry about.” Hazel patted the side of your thigh like it was nothing.

“Really?” You furrow your brows, confused as to how you who had no experience could actually kiss well.

“Mhmm. I don’t think you have anything to worry about, honey. You’re a natural,” she glanced down at your lips with a smile.

“What about, like, making out? Like with tongue?” You were really pushing your luck now. There’s no way she was going to agree to doing more than just basic French kissing.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a little more complicated. There is such a thing as too much tongue. That’s how people get mono. It also just feels fucking gross.” Hazel explains with a grimace.

You copy her disgusted face as one of your sisters had gotten mono before and she couldn’t properly swallow anything for about a week. You remember her constant complaining, saying that she wouldn’t kiss anyone for the next year.

The following month she had gotten a boyfriend so clearly, she was a shit-faced liar.

“Yeah, that’s what I’ve heard,” you reply back with an awkward chuckle.

“That’s a worse-case scenario, though. It’s supposed to feel good like everything else that’s as intimate as this,” Hazel is quick to reassure you, her hands squeezing and rubbing at your thighs.

“Right. Got it. So, how is ‘good making out’ supposed to feel?” You held up your fingers to copy the quote motion. “I’ve heard you’re mind blowing at it so…”

“You really are boosting my ego here, honey,” Hazel shook her head slightly as if she was being bashful about her experience. Her cocky ass smile said otherwise.

“Like it wasn’t already up there,” you quipped back with a pointed look but your lips were curling into a giddy smile.

“Y’know we can’t make out when we talk, right?”

Hazel’s painfully attractive smirk forms on her lips.

Her hands grasp onto your waist, her thumbs digging into your lower ribs. The cold feeling of her silver rings caused you to gasp as her lips were against yours once again.

You hum against her lips, your hands cupping both sides of her face. From what you’ve seen in movies and shows, usually there’d be a hand through someone’s hair. You test it out and run one hand up the back of Hazel’s head, her soft hairs brushing in between your fingers.

Hazel’s tongue swipes past your bottom lip and you try to welcome it into your mouth. It feels… weird at first but when Hazel tugs you in closer with her tight grip, it heightens the pleasure for you. You suck on her tongue for just a moment before letting her take the reins once again.

You feel her pull away and you think she’s going to say that you did something wrong. No, her lips begin to trail down to your jaw. She made sure to leave a hot kiss on your cheek and jaw before latching yourself onto your neck.

You pant softly, a soft whine leaving your lips. Hazel’s tongue peeked out to lick across a sensitive spot on your neck that you didn’t even know about. How the fuck did she figure that out? She rolled the skin in between her lips and sucked softly.

“Haze,” you breathe out as you tilt your neck back.

This pulled Hazel out of her hungry-lust driven state. She didn’t ask if she could do that. You didn’t ask for a hickey. Fuck.

Hazel paused her movements, detaching herself from your neck. The skin glistened slightly with spit, highlighting the deepening blush color that had raised to your skin.

“Oh, fuck. Shit, I’m sorry,” Hazel rushed out as she examined the forming hickey.

“What? What is it?” You furrow your brows in a panic as well.

“This is gonna be a dark hickey later. Fuck, honey,” her thumb rubbed over the raw skin.

You stay silent. You didn’t want to admit that being covered in her hickies was something that you’ve wanted for a while now. Just friends, you reminded yourself. Just friends.

“It’s okay. I liked how it felt.” You suck in a deep breath, trying to calm your rapid heart rate.

Hazel’s alluring blue eyes flicker from the spot on your neck to your flushed face. It took everything in her to hold back the urge to kiss over it as an apology for what she did.

“Still, it’s not what you had asked to do. I should’ve,” Hazel paused to remove her hands from your waist. You already missed the warmth dearly. “I should’ve asked first.”

“Haze, it’s really okay. I felt…” Horny. Just horny. Desperate. Horny for a third time.

“Good?” She answered for you as you still hadn’t said anything.

You hadn’t realized that you had paused in real life instead of just in your head.

“Yeah, yeah, good. I promise,” you tell her with a soft smile.

“Well, it sounded like it was good,” Hazel quipped with a cocky smirk on her face before smacking her clothed shoulder.

“God, I’m regretting this already,” you half-lie.

You regret asking Hazel to be the one to teach you but you don’t regret her kissing you and giving you a hickey.

Oh, god.

How were you going to explain the dark mark on your neck to everyone? You never curled your hair so it’s not like a burn could be an excuse.

You were about to ask Hazel how you were going to cover it up when the door opened. Brittany stood at the door sporting a cropped black tank with a gemmed red heart and a pair of low-rise blue jeans. Her brows raised at the sight of you and Hazel before she pursed her lips to hide her obvious smile that was creeping onto her lips.

“I’ll just come back later,” Brittany gave Hazel a look that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Okay so everyone but Brittany.

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[cypherthesuccubus]

Let daddy take the reigns~

Luci x Reader -Part 1- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!!

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, praise kink, body worship, cock worship, pussy worship, gentle dom luci, edging, tail play, she/ her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie

Other tags: Fluff, angst

Luci is the aftercare king~ ✨

Part 1 of Luci x Reader is here!! Let’s see what adventures await you this time~ 😍✨(sorry for the wait again. Got busy around the house and kids lol 😂)

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

As I walk through the halls of Morningstar manor; my mind couldn’t help but wonder. Looking up at the paintings, strewn across the halls; each one depicting the seemingly happy family of Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been close friends with Lilith ever since the first time I’ve went to one of their annual gala’s. A friend of mine convinced me to go since there was gonna be free food and drinks; which was the main reason I went. I’ve never been one for social events; they’re always so uncomfortable when you don’t know anyone there. In the end, it turned out better than it did when Queen Lilith at the time; decided to chat up a conversation with me over the punch bowl. It was an instant click of how well her and me got along; we even went on shopping trips together; just having fun like a couple of teenage BFF’s. In turn, also meant that I got to know Lucifer and Charlie better too over time. Charlie is like the perfect mixture of her parents in both looks and personality; very sweet girl to be blessed with as a daughter. Lucifer was definitely silly and fun; always had so many creative ideas with incredible powers to boot. On my end, they always seemed like a picture perfect happy family, but I guess that was a fantasy. During later years, everytime I had a girl’s day with her and Lucifer came up in the conversation; she became more dismissive of him as a subject of topic. I always told her if anything is going on, don’t hesitate to let me know. But, I guess she never really wanted to talk about him as much as she used to. Then one day, her messages and calls never came through when I tried to contact her. As if she went completely silent; not wanting anything to do with me anymore.

Coming to find out, when I went to visit the manor that day to see what was up; there was Lucifer just sitting in his study in a fetal position on the floor. He was having a serious mental breakdown on account of Lilith wanting to separate, and left as soon as the papers were signed. No one knew where she went; just dissipated without as much as a text to let us know she’s still alive. I guess our friendship didn’t mean that much to her either, but Lucifer was definitely suffering more than I was. For the longest time after she left, he would completely lock himself away from everyone; barely eat or sleep due to his constant cry’s of pain and agony every single night. He really loved her so much that he would do anything for her, only to realize it was all a dream and she never wanted to spend the rest of eternity with him after all. For months no one heard from him, not even Charlie the poor girl. Many of the servants tried to get him to do at least something to let them know he’s still alive, but honestly it was mostly to see if they had a job or not. I started making my attempts to persuade him out of the room or at least have a conversation. I would visit 3 times a day for 4 hours; sitting on the floor while leaning against one of the double doors. I would tell him about my day and how things were going in my life, like you do when you hang out with friends. I mostly wanted him to know even thou things didn’t work out with Lilith; doesn’t mean you’re alone. I constantly reassured him that he’ll always have a friend in me when he’s ready to talk. This went on for an entire year without as much as a noise from him.

I soon arrive at the double doors once again; sitting down in the same spot. While sitting against the door once more; talking about how my night went before coming to the manor. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this up. It’s been an entire year and still nothing! God! I know Lilith was my best friend, but why did she pull something like this?! She has left him in pieces with absolutely no way to put him back together. Before I decided to call a quits for the very last time; I decided to put my all in my final attempt to get him to talk to me. “Luci….I know getting over Lilith is gonna be absolute hell….literally….but you do have Charlie that needs you. She needs her dad more than anything now. She’s been on the news; talking about her dreams towards redemption for sinners. Obviously it didn’t go well and everyone pretty much laughed at her face. She’s pretty much been made a joke to every denizen of hell who watched the news. She must be so hurt right now…..she really needs someone to help support her dreams more than ever now….so please…please come out of there….do it for Charlie….she needs you.”

I waited for what seemed like an eternity; still no response. If that wouldn’t work, nothing will at this point. With a heavy heart, I picked myself off the floor and proceeded down the hallway. As I was at least 4 feet from his door, I picked up a slow clicking sound; coming from behind me. I turned around so fast to see it was his door slowly opening. I walked back to the door; stopping just a foot away to see Luci finally standing in front of the now opened door after so long. He looked a mess; his hair was pointing in many different directions with his clothes was a very loose fitting white shirt; paired with grey sweatpants. It was hanging off his small waist showing the hem of his black boxer breifs. He definitely hasn’t slept very well due to the dark circles under his eyes. I felt so bad for him that this got him in such a state like this. But he finally made the decision to show himself, so I’m gonna help him the best I can to get him back on track.

(Luci’s P.O.V)

She was right! No matter how things are right now, my daughter still needs me! This entire year has been absolutely horrific for me. I still can’t believe that Lilith would do this to me. After everything we’ve been through; obviously meant nothing to her now. I would do anything for her, but I guess it wasn’t mutual. It still baffled me how Lilith’s best friend, (Y/N), would make it her personal mission to help me all this time. I guess in a way, she was hurt by Lilith as well since that was her best friend. Still she came to my door 3 times a day every day for an entire year. I couldn’t ask for a better friend than (Y/N); I’m definitely going to do better for me and my daughter!! “Thank you, (Y/N)….I appreciate you opening my eyes to what’s important.” She smiled as she offered to help me to get cleaned up, along with other self care stuff. She went through my drawers to pull out clean pair of my red and white silk pjs along with clean black boxers. She brings me to the bathroom; sitting me down as she starts the shower while setting up all the essentials. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be out cleaning up the room and putting fresh sheets on your bed.” I smile at her “No problem.” she then takes her leave, shutting the door.

Finally stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist as I walk out the bathroom; drying my hair with a second towel. I look around to see my room being spotless for the first time and my bed neatly made. She really didn’t have to do this, but I greatly appreciated it nonetheless. I head to my bed; picking up the clean clothes as I put them on one by one. Finally brushing my hair, the door of my bedroom open with (Y/N) walking in with a tray with a 2 big plates full of pancakes. “How did you know pancakes was one of my favorite comfort foods?” She giggled as she places the tray on the night stand “I’ve noticed that when the servants brought you food; you always took the pancakes over anything else.” I smiled genuinely, grabbing a plate as I proceed to sit in the middle of my bed. (Y/N) grabs her plate as she joins me “Did you want to watch a movie while we eat?” I nodded; taking a bite of the pancakes “Sounds good to me! What should we watch?” She takes a minute to think about her answer; perking up as she got the perfect idea “OOOH! There’s this new comedy movie that just came out actually. We can watch that.” I chuckled; taking another bite “Sounds great!”

The movie was really funny surprisingly. I’ve never been one to watch too much TV since it really scrambles the brain, but I honestly need the distraction. But I didn’t expect the sudden romance between the main guy and his sister’s best friend. I thought she said this was a comedy, maybe she missed that somewhere when looking at the trailer maybe? “Isn’t this a comedy?” She looks at the movie confused, then pulls her phone up to look at the genre of the film. “Oooooh it’s a romantic comedy. I’m so sorry we can change it if you want.” I chuckle as I start waving my hands back and forth “No no no no no! It’s fine! I was just wondering is all.” She puts her phone away; bringing her plate back in her lap “Well ok then! As long as you’re comfortable.” She smiles at me as she pats my shoulder. We turn our attention back to the movie; shoveling another fork full of pancakes into our mouths.

Everything was going good until a certain scene started to unveil. Of course it was implied, but still felt very realistic. The main guy was getting very….intimate with the best friend. Touching and caressing her as they kissed passionately; slowly undressing each other. I clear my throat as I hook my finger into the collar of the silk pjs; pulling out to let some air down my shirt.

I guess she really didn’t know this was going to be in the movie. I glance over at her to see how she was holding up with this. Her cheeks were flushed as she stared wide eyed at the scene. She swallowed hard as I noticed a tiny shift with her crossed legs; trying to inch closer together. I had to look away for she almost caught me staring at her. I feel my cheeks start to heat up from embarrassment. I literally have only been divorced for only a year and here I am; getting flustered over a “intimate” scene while sitting next to (Y/N) being flustered as well. Maybe she should have changed the movie? This should feel wrong to be like this next to your ex wife’s best friend…….but it strangely felt……so right at the same time. What am I thinking?! I’ve been with Lilith for so long and now a year later of not being with her; something like this is making me all hot and bothered so easily?! Maybe I am a little touch deprived due to everything, and rightfully so. But should I feel like this when around (Y/N)? Wouldn’t it be considered betrayal? Well, not really if Lilith left me to begin with. Maybe it’s not so wrong. I mean….I kinda did find (Y/N)…..rather attractive. Maybe….even more than a little~ Maybe…..it wouldn’t hurt to……indulge~

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[cannellee]

hi cannellee!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ i have a cute mikey x reader request that you might like.

what if bff girlies emma, hina, and reader build a big nest to have a cute lil girls night together while mikey, draken, and takemichi are at a meeting. and while they’re having a sleepover, their alphas walk in to see their cute omegas all cuddled up next to eachother purring in matching jammies!

🍓anon

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

alpha! mikey x omega! reader

— mikey's reaction to finding his omega sleeping during a sleepover.

my masterlist : ☆

(the idea was soo cute!! though I'm not really proud of what I wrote😭... hope you'll still enjoy it 🍓anon!!)

you, emma and hinata met each other through your boyfriends. however, your friendship grew significantly the more time you spent together waiting for them during their meetings.

at first you would accompany them at night, draken instructing you to stay close to the other while they finished this off. the proximity they urged you to have with the girls, rapidly made you friendly.

to the point that you often hung out just the three of you. sleepovers were a novelty emma convinced you and hinata to try.

you were so excited for your first night with your friends! takemichi dropped hinata off, mikey and draken waving goodbye to their respective omegas.

the moment they left you played a good movie, eating the snacks you made mikey bought for you. you were all cuddled together in a blanket on the floor.

you've decided to build a nest just before ; some pieces of your own clothing were scattered on the soft mattress you found. hinata dropped the few pillows she came with and emma rearranged you guys' safe place before you could all join in.

a great team work you were so proud of. all of your scents were mingled with each other, sweetness everywhere. you felt great and relaxed with your night.

it didn't take long for the three of you to finally fall asleep. with you in the middle, you felt hinata's head on your shoulder and emma hugging your side.

it stayed like this for a while, soft snoring and quiet hums of content. you felt great in each other's company. you cut out any noises that could've possibly bothered you, and solely relied on your nose, inhaling the mix of your sugary scents.

the deep slumber you found yourself in prevented you from hearing the jingle of the keys to the house.

it was late in the night and draken and takemichi had come to collect their omegas, the meeting being over.

draken was the first one to enter the living room, stopping in his tracks before the cute sight. he hushed mikey, who was already chanting your name.

takemichi came in, followed by an equally intrigued mikey. both widened their eyes in surprise before the unexpected scene in front of them.

takemichi felt a rush of affection for the trio, finding amusement in the adorable way you were holding to the other.

mikey stood in the doorway, a gentle smile across his face. his gaze softened as he watched his omega sleeping peacefully amidst the chaos of the sleepover.

takemichi was moved, he didn't think his omega could get any cuter.

the whole room was filled to the brim with happy pheromones and relaxed scents, a few purring here and there from how content you felt.

draken noticed the matching pyjamas, and wonder when any of you put it on because he hadn't seen it the moment they left. it was adorable, he thought.

it was nice to see their girlfriends getting along, it meant a lot, especially for them who were often away at night. they didn't want them to feel like they were getting neglected. knowing you were there for each other reassured them in a way.

mikey took in the serene expression of your face. he stood there, admiring you, his heart swelling at the sight of your curled up form. your breathing was slow and steady, filling the room with a sense of tranquility.

mikey often noticed that, how your presence seemed to always calm others down. no wonder they were hugging you the same way mikey does every night. he feels incredibly at peace when you're there.

the three of you nestled together in a cozy pile of blankets, made your alphas hesitate as to what they should do. your forms, entwined in a heartwarming affection, cracked fond smiles into their faces. they exchanged a knowing glance, the three of them acknowledging how precious of a moment it was.

after a small while, draken lifted emma up, cradling her in his arm and to the cold outside. since they've moved out together, it's always just the two of you at mikey's place. chuckling softly, takemichi also wakes emma up, stealing her from the affection of her two friends. and just like that, they're gone.

you shudder at the loss of warmth and slowy wake up when you feel strong arms lifting you up. you open your eyes to see mikey. you look around you, lost and wonder where emma and hinata are.

"sorry for waking you up baby, go back to sleep"

"and the girls, they left already ?"

"draken and takemichi took them home"

at his words, you nod meekly and allow yourself to drift off a second time, mikey slowly laying you down on your bed.

he tucks you in, pulling you close to him, his scent invading your nose. he was particularly cuddly you thought, although mikey always was one for touchy displays of affection, you noticed he was being more desperate than usual.

he caressed your cheeks carefully, as if touching a porcelain doll. he let you fall asleep, too comfortable in his embrace for you to be able to do anything else. he chose to stay awake a little longer, marveling at how pretty your face looked bathed in the glow of the moon. you always had delicate features mikey couldn't stop looking at.

too lost in the moment, he soon fell asleep to the sound of your breathing, finding solace in you, just like he always did.

#cannelle★ #omegaverse tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers a/b/o #a/b/o tokyo revengers #alpha tokyo revengers #hybrid tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hybrid #tokyo revengers omegaverse #tokyo revengers x reader #anime omegaverse #omega!reader #omegaverse anime #mikey imagines #mikey sano #mikey x reader #alpha mikey #mikey fluff #mikey headcanons #alpha mikey headcanons #alpha!mikey #fluff omegaverse #alpha!mikey x omega!reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanon #omega tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #fluff tokyo revengers #omegaverse tokyo revengers headcanons #omegaverse tokyo revengers imagines

[horanghaeluvsinniehae]

SKZ!BFF DRUNKLY CONFESSING PT.2 pt.1

||BANG CHAN||LEE MINHO||SEO CHANGBIN||HWANG HYUNJIN||HAN JISUNG||LEE FELIX||KIM SEUNGMIN||YANG JEONGIN||

You rushed to get off the bus and quickly walk home. You didn’t want to make him wait and you wanted to know if he really meant it all…

You arrived at your apartment and quickly put away your stuff and changed out of your clothes into some more comfortable ones.

You texted Bin that he can call you now and he didn’t waste a second, so you tapped the green button as soon as it popped up.

“Hi y/n!” You could hear how nervous he was.

“Hi Binnie!” You greeted him sweetly to let him know that everything’s gonna be okay.

“Y/nah before you say anything i want to say that i'm incredibly sorry for how i acted and it was very stupid of me and i hope you're not mad at me and we can stay friends…” His voice was full of regret and even if it was through the phone, you could hear how sincere he was.

“Oh Binnie, there’s nothing to be sorry about because I really like you too and I miss you a lot actually…but even if this wasn’t the confession you had in mind i don't mind that it happened like this over text. I’m just glad that you like me and that I don’t have to pretend like I'm not head over heels for you anymore.” You chuckled a bit and smiled to yourself.

However the other end was completely silent…there was an awkward silence and you started to think that Changbin didn’t mean what he wrote last night, but then his loud booming voice scared you.

“WOOOO Y/NAH I'M SO HAPPY YOU CAN'T IMAGINE OH MY GOSH! I HAD TO MUTE THE PHONES SO YOUR EARS WON'T BLEED BECAUSE OF MY CHEERING!” You heard and this instantly made you smile so big it hurt your cheeks.

“Will you be mine please?” He said in a signature cute changbin voice. You could basically see him infront of you.

“Of course I’ll be Changbinah!! Gosh I can't wait for you to get home!” You said and your brain already started creating the scenarios and you already felt like you’re going to explode if you don’t see him soon.

“Seriously thank you Y/nah im so so happy that you like me too!”

“Believe me Binnie i'm just as much happy to be with you!” You told him honestly.

“I have to go to rehearsal, love, but I’ll text you after yeah? You’ll probably be asleep so it’s okay if you won’t answer.” Binnie said with a bit of a sad tone but he was still so so happy.

“It’s alright Bin you’re an idol after all!” You tried to let him know that it’s totally understandable.

“Okay lovely sleep well please and thank you again!” He said and made kissing noises. You chuckled at his antics.

“And you have a good rehearsal Binnie! Bye bye talk to you later!” You made the kissing noises too and got very flustered. You were glad he couldn’t see your face right now.

“Bye byee” he said and hung up the phone.

After you just realised that you’re now dating THE Seo Changbin plus he called you love and lovely(!!) you screamed into the pillow next to you and you were just so unbelievably happy.

Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed this one too!! And if you have any suggestions/questions/requests feel free to tell me!<3

#ot8 skz #ot8 x reader #skz #stray kids #stray kids fake texts #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz changbin #stray kids x reader #stray kids seo changbin #skz seo changbin #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids changbin #changbin x reader #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin #changbin

[quitealotofsodapop]

More details on my "The Monkey King and the Infant" au;

Sun Wukong was given MK's egg by Nezha under the Jade Emperor's command. The Lotus Prince, equally disgusted by Heaven's order, promised to keep quiet on whatever the Monkey King chose to do with the egg.

The Jade Emperor, Lao Tzu, most of the Celestials and Demons that had past beef with Sun Wukong; All want this stone egg scrambled. Save strangely enough for Princess Iron Fan, who's already watching the baby stone monkey's career with great interest.

MK's egg being formed is "somehow" connected to Macaque being resurrected by LBD. Only LBD knows the true reason.

Sun Wukong and Macaque reunited during the process of deciding what to do with the egg. It wasnt pretty, but both agreed that it was an issue far greater than their estrangement.

The two wandered for sometime, just trying to find a way for the unhatched Stone Monkey to live in peace separated from the chaos of Heaven. Until they came across a noodle stand with an unusually familiar face.

Macaque initially protested leaving the egg with Pigsy. However, when the pig demon assumed the pair were down-on-their luck soon-to-be-parents needing a safe space to rear their unborn, he offered the apartment above the shop for free. Macaque was quick to reconsider his first impression.

The Monkeys, Pigsy, and Tang, are all co-parenting the little undercooked Monkey. It can be a little confusing when MK grows up and mentions having four separate parents but people are mostly polite about it. Uncle Sandy has been tagging in for babysitting duty ever since Pigsy caught a horde of Flower Fruit Monkeys filling in for their King on diaper duty.

Nezha pops in after a few months post-hatch, and pretty much cries in relief and shame that he suspected for even a moment that Sun Wukong would harm the little infant. Becomes MK's unofficial Fairy Godfather.

Macaque and the few Celestials who know of MK's existance call him "The Egg" long after he's hatched. It's easier to see him as something that can still be crushed. Macaque's title eventually turns into an adoring nickname. The Celestial's title becomes a threat.

Pigsy and Tang were legit unaware that the two Monkey Demons that showed up are the ones from the stories. After all, there's gotta be a bunch of them hanging around right? Right?

One day Pigsy walks in on MK's egg being warmed in a nest of heated blankets, and quickly puts two and two together. Him and Tang both agree that all these little details stay inside the noodle shop.

MK hatched surrounded by adoring eyes and a warm bowl of noodles. More suspicions are raised when he looks like a odd mix of the two adult stone monkeys. His offical name is "Qi Xiaotang", since he's the little piece of Heaven that the Jade Emperor cannot control.

Sun Wukong: "First one to get called Dad gets naming privileges!"

Baby MK imprinted a lot from Pigsy. Cue piglet squealing and grunts in addition to regular baby monkey noises. The sounds made during bath time got animal control called on the shop more than once.

Tang is still a big Journey to the West nerd. Him and Macaque sometimes grab cocktails and talk about relationship issues.

MK has built-in Gold Vision + Glamour filter. Its a little startling for demons who thought they had perfect glamours. MK himself looks just "human-enough" that he can pass as human easily.

Mei is still MK's bff. Although she's confused why he keeps saying she has scales. Red Son keeps running into them pre-Staff and is very annoyed.

At the time of the show's canon; Sun Wukong's Staff willingly gets removed by MK, tricked by PIF and Red Son. And the Demon Bull King aint happy to see a mini-Wukong when he wakes up.

MK: "My parents are gonna Kill me."

The waking of DBK, and MK inheriting Sun Wukong's powers, things get a little heated at home. Esp since LBD wants to "cash in" her favor to Macaque, old wounds get reopened, and the Jade Emperor is starting to realise that Sun Wukong didnt smash the stone egg and that Nezha has been covering for him.

This au is consuming me.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk au #qi xiaotian #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #freenoodleshipping #lmk nezha #the jade emperor #monkey mk

[justwritedreams]

Love me now | Jeno

Jeno x Reader (San x Reader), bffs to lovers au!, univeristy au! Word count: 6448 Genre: Fluff, angst Warning: Mentions of cheating, Jeno is heartbroken, San from Ateez appears here because yeah I had to okay? Author: Maari Note: Bringing my high school experience into this imagine lol Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll, it really helped! I'm not very confident with this ending but yeah no proofread because i wrote in my work lol Request: Can I request an angst to fluff for jeno about how reader is the one who loves jeno more (she confessed and said I love you first) while Jeno was still in the process of moving on from his first love?I would love a happy ending, but after jeno fights for it.

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"Hey." Y/N hugged Renjun who was holding the door for her to enter. "Where is he?"

She didn't even hide her concern and knew that Jeno's friends, who shared the dorm with him, would understand.

"In the bedroom." Jaemin pointed to the hallway, sitting on the sofa reading a book, as soon as she set foot in the room. "Good luck!"

Y/N knit her brows together in a confused frown and Renjun took a deep breath, which made her look up at him.

"Go there." he smiled slightly, supporting her, who just nodded. Y/N took the first step but felt Renjun put his hand on her shoulder, making her stop. "Would be good to warn you, he's a little irritated."

She sighed, not expecting anything else.

"And what's new?" she asked rhetorically and drew a low chuckle from Renjun.

Y/N walked through the already familiar room, towards the corridor and stopped at the last door, taking a deep breath before knocking.

But as she imagined, no sound was emitted from inside the room, and it might even confuse her thinking that no one was there since she couldn't hear heavy breathing or anything like that and the walls and the door of the room were too thin, which would allow her to hear any noise. But she knew Jeno was there.

In fact, he hadn't left his room for a week now, he'd missed important exams at the university. And not only was she worried, but all of his friends were.

If he continued like this, he would end up failing the semester or his situation would get so bad that he would probably drop out of the course. Not to mention he could lose his place in the fraternity.

And Y/N wouldn't let that happen.

So, she opened the door without caring if she had received authorization and the first thing she noticed was how dark the room was, the closed curtains left it in complete darkness. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see Jeno in the bed shifting like a child, pulling the duvet up to his neck and rolling over onto his back. Y/N rolled her eyes before entering the room, closed the door with a loud thud and angry at seeing Jeno like that, turned on the light without warning.

"Hey!" Jeno complained, putting his hand over his eyes and turning to her, who was heading towards his bed. "Turn it off, it's stinging my eyes."

"Get out of that bed, Jeno!" she ordered, and tugged the corner of the duvet off of him. "It's 4 pm, you're not going to sleep now." she noticed and Jeno pulled the duvet, trying to return to his position.

Of course, Jeno was much stronger than Y/N, and he was winning in that war of who pulled the most, but to end it at once, he used both hands and Y/N stopped when she saw his face swollen and the red eyes.

He was crying, and it wasn't a little. She knew he was pissed off, after all, it wasn't every day that your sweetheart cheated on you in the men's basketball team's locker room at dawn. But seeing him cry over someone like… that girl, made her angry. Mainly because she didn't deserve a single tear shed by Jeno. "Leave me!" he asked quietly and Y/N felt her heart deflate, her shoulders sagged and she let go of the duvet, taking a deep breath before sitting on the edge of the bed as Jeno brought his arm up to cover his eyes. It wasn't just the brightness, she knew he didn't want her to see him that way. "I'm not leaving until you get your ass out of bed and you know it." she spoke firmly and saw him take a deep breath. "I can be quite stubborn when I want to be." Jeno slightly moved the arm that covered his eyes, enough to look into Y/N's face and she had the face she always had when she wasn't going to give up so easily.

Her brow arched and chin lifted. "What do you want?" he asked, annoyed. "I came to see my best friend who has been avoiding me all week." she replied, seriously. Y/N needed to be tough on Jeno but the truth was, she was worried sick about him. When she learned about the gossip, scandal, controversy...she didn't even know how to name that situation, her mind took her to how Jeno was feeling.

Tina was his first girlfriend, his first love, and Y/N had heard over and over how much he liked her and how Tina was the perfect girl for him.

Always ignoring the pain this caused herself, Y/N was happy for her best friend. So what if she was in love with him forever? If she couldn't have him, she was glad he was happy. Since she was too selfless, as Jaemin said. But that betrayal, she knew it had been like Jeno had been stabbed in the back and all she wanted was to be able to help him get over it somehow, because Jeno didn't need to suffer for someone like Tina. "I'm not avoiding you, I'm just not in the..."

"Mood to talk." she concluded, interrupting him. "I know that. But it doesn't change the fact that I miss you."

Jeno bit down on his bottom lip, an act that didn't go unnoticed by Y/N, and she saw his chin quiver.

Oh no, she wouldn't have the strength to see Jeno cry.

"You decide, either get out of bed or I'll lie down next to you. You won't be alone anymore."

Jeno laughed humorlessly and threw the arm that covered his eyes onto the bed.

"Great, then I'll infect you with my super excited mood." he replied sarcastically.

Y/N looked at him seriously. She hated seeing him like that.

"You know, a funeral would be more uplifting than being by my side."

She hit the mattress and got out of bed, irritated.

"Enough!" she spoke a little louder and Jeno crossed his arms. "Stop talking about yourself that way." he snorted, pouting afterwards. He literally looked like a 5 year old. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself, this is not the Jeno I know!" "I'm sorry, he got a pair of horns as a gift and he can't talk to you right now." he spoke ironically and looked away from Y/N. "So that's it? You're going to keep letting Tina affect your self-esteem?" she asked, perplexed and Jeno stared at her as he heard his ex's name. "It's been a week!" "I'm not you who learned to get over your feelings overnight, Y/N. It still hurts damn it!" he argued, angry.

Y/N was silent for a while, feeling like his words had punched her in the stomach.

He had no idea… "Don't take your frustration out on me, I'm just trying to help you!" "And I appreciate it." Jeno sat on the bed and even though his hair was completely messed up because it was long, he was still beautiful. "But will you please stop pretending that you understand how I feel?"

Y/N stopped and held her breath.

Okay, she hadn't come here to argue about love life with Jeno because it would be ridiculous when he was the one she wanted. But she wouldn't listen to all that quietly either, mainly because it was all a lie.

She knew better than anyone how Jeno felt.

Because every time she saw him with his arm around Tina's shoulder, she felt like a piece of her heart had been ripped out. Every time he saw him hug her like she was the most important person in the world, it was like the whole world was falling on her shoulders.

Not counting the times she saw the two of them kissing and she had to run to the bathroom to cry alone.

What irritated her most was that Jeno didn't know any of this and yet he was judging her as if she were there to mock him, as half the basketball team had.

He spoke as if she wasn't his best friend. The one that she was beside him reading the acceptance letter to that university. The one who helped him get into a good fraternity and helped him with all the moving.

It was she who was on his side, helping him study a subject that even she didn't know what it was, in the days before the exams.

So no, it wasn't fair for him to talk to her like that. "I understand you more than you can even imagine." she replied quietly, crossing her arms and that seemed to get Jeno's attention.

He looked at her confused, blinking a few times.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked curiously and she snorted, laughing.

"Did that get your attention?" she asked cynically. "Excellent!"

"Y/N, I'm serious!" he replied and she glared at him. "You never spoke like that."

"Like that?" she shrugged, not understanding what he meant.

"Serious and honest about this matter." she swallowed hard to see that Jeno had realized more than she thought he would. "As far as I'm concerned, you've never really been in love. Okay, I've seen you hook up with a few guys at parties but I never thought any of them would have such an effect on you."

Poor Jeno, had no idea that in fact the guy who had an effect on her was precisely the one she'd never been with. "You're not the only one around here suffering from a broken heart, Jeno." she admitted and he remained with his eyes fixed on her.

The only difference is that Y/N wasn't as pessimistic as Jeno because she had been in this situation for so long that it even seemed normal, because she already had his friendship so it was enough for her. It was better than him never looking her in the face.

"Who is he?" Jeno asked, voice a little more serious and she arched her eyebrows. "Jaehyun? Youngjae? Or is it Jongin?"

"You’re crazy?" she laughed, sounding more desperate than anything else. "I never hooked up with Jaehyun."

Not for lack of opportunity, the boy was extremely close to Mark and Mark was close to Jeno, she just wanted to avoid comments between them.

"Oh come on, tell me who it is!" he gave Y/N his best puppy look and shook her head.

She definitely wasn't going to fall for that trick.

"For what?" her voice gradually rose, in a pure sign of nervousness as her heart accelerated too fast.

"I don't get to know the idiot who broke my best friend's heart?" he asked, feigning innocence and she laughed again.

You're the idiot, she thought. "Doesn't matter anyway." she shrugged. "You know I have a knack for pissing you off until you talk, don't you?" he raised an eyebrow and smirked as Y/N narrowed her eyes.

"Don’t even try!" she threatened, raising her hand and pointing her finger at him but Jeno continued with the same smile.

He got up from the bed and ran to Y/N who jumped to the side when she saw that he wasn't going to irritate her but to tickle her, his hands ready to attack her belly, Y/N ran across the room and jumped in bed to try to stop him.

"Get out of here, Jeno!" she tried to push him away but that only made him grab her wrist. “No!” Jeno laughed like a naughty child and pulled her onto the bed, tickling Y/N all over her belly. Y/N laughed uncontrollably, she tried to push Jeno's hands away because she was mad.

That was a low blow!

“Stop!” she pleaded and he raised his brow, lessening the tickle of her.

"Who is the guy?" he asked again and she rolled her eyes.

"I already told you I won't-" Jeno went back to tickling her and she laughed again, losing all her breath. "Stop, damn it, it's you. You!"

Suddenly Jeno's fingers pulled away too quickly from Y/N and she managed to catch her breath, only to see Jeno practically petrified on top of the bed staring at her in pure shock. "What did you say?" he asked, confused.

Y/N swallowed hard, smoothing her own hair, and locked her jaw so that no more words would come out of her mouth. Y/N got up from the bed, pushing Jeno in the process and walked away from him, turning her back on him.

She rubbed a hand over her face, as if she couldn't believe she'd actually said that out loud.

"You said the guy who broke your heart is me?" he asked once more and she didn't even have to turn around to know he was looking at her.

She could come up with any other excuse and maybe Jeno would even believe her but her tongue wouldn't do the work of her reason when her heart said the exact opposite.

"Like I said, it doesn't matter anyway." she replied quietly, looking down at her feet.

Y/N was so absorbed in her own feelings, her own guilt, that she didn't hear Jeno get out of bed and go to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

It was a silent signal for her to turn and face him, but she didn't have the heart to do so Jeno was forced to grab her by both sides and turn her over himself.

Y/N kept her head down, feeling Jeno's gaze penetrate her intensely.

"Are you serious or is this just a way to distract me?" he asked, slightly calm and rather confused.

Y/N snorted but didn't respond, so Jeno brought his hand to her chin and forced her to face him.

She saw exactly what she didn't want to see in his eyes. Pity.

"I wish it was the second option." she replied in an even lower tone and Jeno looked away from her. In fact, not just the look, Jeno turned away from her completely. Taking uncertain steps backwards, showing how surprised he had been caught. "You…why didn't you ever tell me?" he asked, looking like he was at an internal war with himself.

Y/N laughed, humorlessly.

"What difference would it make?" she shrugged. "I'm your best friend, you've already made that clear several times, how would I approach you saying I've been in love with you since forever?" Jeno stared at her in surprise.

"You know I look up to you as a little sister and-"

Y/N raised her hand to stop him.

"That's exactly why I never told you anything." she said visibly hurt.

All she wanted to hear that day was that Jeno saw her as a goddamn little sister.

Once again he broke her heart, only now he knew everything, it wasn't like the other times when he didn't even know what she felt. She took a deep breath watching Jeno go silent. After all, what else could he say?

She would be rejected anyway.

"I love you and you love Tina. It's not very fair game." she spoke acidly and without thinking more, she decided to get out of there before the tears flowed.

The last thing she would do was cry in front of him, maybe hiding in her room like she always did.

As soon as she slammed the door to Jeno's room, she felt as if her whole heart had been ripped out along with the noise.

This wasn’t the confession she had planned.

[...] "I'm serious, Y/N!"

"Jaemin, please, not now." she asked, sighing wearily.

"He misses you, the guy looks miserable without you." she glared at Jaemin who looked too serious to be lying.

He wasn't a good actor, not least because he studied economics.

It had been a week since her disastrous confession and although she didn't want to be pulled away from Jeno when he needed her most, she couldn't kid herself, she was hurting him. Sad. Not because he hadn't reciprocated the confession or the feelings she'd said she felt, but because he hadn't done anything after that.

In fact, he did.

Y/N saw Jeno talking to Tina at the door of the building where she studied, that was enough for her to understand things. Jeno wanted his ex, even after everything she'd done.

And she couldn't support that, not after seeing the state of it when he'd found out.

It was she who was on his side when he found out about the betrayal.

"I definitely don't want to be around him when he comes back with that plastic doll." Y/N felt the venom spurt from every word but didn't care.

She was mad at Jeno for being so weak over some random girl and mad at herself for still having feelings for him.

"He tried to talk to you, didn't he?" Jaemin guessed and Y/N sighed.

Yes, he had tried texting her, calling her... but it took Y/N a lot of willpower not to answer either time. She didn't want to hear the 'we're just friends' speech, it would hurt even more.

So she had already taken the action for both of them, to get away from him. And it would be all right if Jaemin stopped talking about him!

She didn't need her feelings fighting her reason one more time. Even because she missed him so much, and imagining how much he missed her was a flame of hope that she didn't need to have at that moment. She had convinced herself that she needed to forget about Jeno for good.

But how would it go if friends were conspiring against it?

"What do you want from me?" she asked, irritated with herself.

"I want you to make up soon, this situation is boring. Even Mark is starting to get irritated about it." Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, she wasn't pondering, she was fully convinced of her decision but... God, how she wanted things to go back to the way they were before the disaster.

"Jaemin, you’re a great friend."

"Thank you." He smiled.

"I haven’t finished." she complained. "You're a great friend but please stop talking about Jeno now. Seriously. I came here to do exactly that, forget about him."

They were at one of the fraternity parties but it wasn't just any party, it was a pool party.

The kind of distraction she needed.

"And can you?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. She glared at him.

"Why are you doing this anyway?" she asked curiously and he smiled, looking over her shoulder.

"Because he just arrived."

Y/N felt her own eyes widen without her being able to control it and turned her head quickly towards the entrance, she couldn't even fight the sigh that came out, like a passionate fool she admired Jeno. He wasn't wearing anything out of the ordinary, sneakers, pale pants and a white T-shirt, that's all. But what really grabbed Y/N's attention was Jeno's hair.

Since when had he bleached his hair? And why was he even more attractive with the blonde hair? Jeno was at the pool party, which meant he was going to take his shirt off like most other students for a swim...

When Jeno ran his hand through the now blonde strands and his eyes locked onto her, Y/N had to hold on to Jaemin to not fall because she would but seeing him walk towards them, she knew it was time to react.

She turned her back to Jeno and saw Jaemin holding back from laughing.

"I gotta go." she spoke fast and low, Jaemin didn't even understand her. “What?” he asked and she started walking in the opposite direction Jeno was coming from. "Where are you going?"

"Drink, I will drink!" she spoke a little louder and left before Jeno arrived.

She didn't even drink alcohol, all she needed was a distraction and fast.

As if somehow, heaven had sympathized with her suffering, Y/N bumped into someone and just didn't fall when stumbling over her feet because strong hands held her by the waist. Her gaze went up the broad, strong torso to the kind, smiling face of the volleyball team's libero.

"Sorry San." she smiled slightly. "I didn’t see you."

"Everything is fine." he assured her with a polite smile and moved away from her. "Glad you came!" "I couldn't refuse Yeosang's invitation."

"Well, remind me to thank him later." he winked with one eye and Y/N felt her cheeks burn.

She wasn't the greatest flirting expert but San seemed happy for her to be there, as he couldn't take his eyes off her, and that somehow inflated her ego.

She had come here to have fun and be distracted, whether it was with San or any other guy. "Oh yeah? And why would you thank him for that?" she asked, smiling innocently.

San's smile widened and it was possible to see her dimple, which Y/N thought was extremely cute.

"Because I have the opportunity to do what I've always wanted to do." he spoke as he approached her, his eyes locked with Y/N's.

"What would it be...?" she urged him to continue and San brought his face close to her ear.

"I think you know what." he whispered and Y/N felt her body shiver.

He pulled back enough to meet Y/N's already anxious eyes, who smirked at him.

Well, if whoever she wanted didn't want her the way she needed. She would be with anyone who wanted to be with her.

San indicated for her to accompany him into the fraternity and Y/N did so, completely forgetting about the party.

And not noticing that Jeno was watching from afar with a lost expression.

None of his efforts seemed to be having any effect. [...] Y/N smiled when she saw San approach her, completely sweaty and breathing hard from the training, he smiled widely at her and placed a lingering kiss on her cheek as soon as he was close enough.

"Oh, San, you're all sweaty!" she complained, pulling her face away from his mouth as he laughed loudly.

"You didn't complain about it a month ago." he tossed his wet hair back and she rolled her eyes but smiled anyway.

Well, she wasn't going to deny it because it was true.

San and Y/N had grown closer after the pool party, she loved spending time with him and her friends. They were great company and were managing to distract her very well.

He was a very good kisser, which also helped.

But both had become good friends. Enough for Y/N to cry in San's arms over her love life when she was on her period. She told the whole story in detail, San had heard some gossip around campus, but he was a good listener as she told everything.

He advised her and assured her that he would be there for her if she needed it.

San kept telling Y/N that maybe she should listen to Jeno's side, who still insisted on talking to her, Y/N even responded a few times but the tension was still there and it was bothering her. All Y/N wanted was to be able to fall in love with San, it would be easier, but he was extremely understanding and even though he was a great kisser and had wonderful hands that left great marks on Y/N's body after they spent the night together, yet what she felt for Jeno was too strong to ignore or forget overnight.

"Did you think about what I said?" San asked as they walked outside to the volleyball court. "No pressure!"

"I don't know if I have the courage to talk to him, San." she admitted, ducking her head.

"Hey, don't think like that." his tone was soft and extremely reassuring. "It's like giving a presentation on a topic you know to your whole class, you think you don't have the courage but once you start talking, it will come naturally."

She nodded.

"Yeah, I know."

And she did, but that was easier said than done.

"You can't stay like this for the rest of your life, he's your best friend. Always has been." he remembered and she took a deep breath. He was absolutely right. Y/N was about to continue talking when Jeno appeared in front of her and San, never taking his eyes off her. Y/N was taken aback as well and did nothing but stare at Jeno.

He was too serious.

"Well, let's talk, Y/N." she glanced quickly at San to nod and he winked before leaving.

Jeno didn't even look at him so he didn't say anything.

She crossed her arms as she looked back at Jeno who kept his hands in his pants pockets. “Hi.” he spoke low. “Hey.” Again the atmosphere between them was strange, uncomfortable. "Can we talk?" he asked and she nodded in agreement.

She nodded towards the benches scattered around the university corridor and they went there, sitting at a safe distance. "I've been looking for you for so long." Jeno admitted and Y/N felt her shoulders get heavy with guilt.

Yeah, she was running away from him on purpose.

"I've been busy." she lied and heard Jeno chuckle, humorlessly.

"With San?" he asked sarcastically and she stared at him coldly.

"Don't throw him in that situation, he has nothing to do with it."

"Funny how not long ago you said I was avoiding you and now you're the one doing it!" he accused

"So you admit you were avoiding me that time?" she questioned, crossing her legs.

"No, because I wasn't." she laughed in disbelief. "I just didn't want you to see how vulnerable I was."

"And why not, I was your best friend, I had a duty to see!" she threw her arms up, not understanding.

"Because you always saw me strong, I didn't want you to feel sorry for me."

Y/N looked at him in shock, bordering on offence.

"I would never feel sorry for you!" she snapped. "Especially because I lived in a similar situation, it would be hypocritical of me."

Jeno took a deep breath and looked down.

"I'm sorry." Y/N felt her body give out at hearing his voice so low. "I didn't mean to push you, but when you told me you were hurting for someone-" He swallowed hard. "for me." corrected. "I felt like the most selfish guy in the world. Because you were hurting and I didn't even notice."

"It wasn't your fault."

Jeno looked at her in the same second.

"It was." he spoke more firmly and she fell silent. "If I wasn't so busy living a lie, I would have noticed how unhappy you were."

"I didn't want you not to live your life just to comfort me." "I miss you." he spoke out of the blue and Y/N was left speechless, feeling her heart beat faster and all the kit that came when she was around Jeno. "I miss your presence, your laugh, your hug. I miss my best friend."

Y/N smiled sadly. Of course, why would she have been so deluded by his words?

She took a deep breath before standing up, her shoulders weighing more than a ton.

"Y/N!"

"You know what you don't understand?" she turned to face Jeno who had also risen. "That I can't be your friend. At least not just your friend."

"I’m not-"

"After what I said, Jeno, I couldn't stand by you and watch you desire another girl. I don't want to get hurt anymore." she admitted, her voice choking that she would soon cry. Again. For the same boy. "So, while I can't forget what I feel for you, I need to stay away from you.” Jeno stood still, just staring at her with his mouth open, unresponsive and she smiled sadly once more.

Y/N reached over to place her hand on his face and kissed his cheek softly.

"I'm sorry." she spoke sincerely and turned her back on him, getting out of there before she made herself vulnerable to him.

She missed him too, but just having him as a friend wouldn't be enough. [...] Y/N watched the heavy rain fall through her dorm window, her chin resting on her knees as she sat on her bed, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. She felt empty, incomplete and she knew it was because her last conversation with Jeno, days ago, hadn't resolved anything between them.

They weren't friends anymore but they just hadn't gone beyond that.

It was a big, huge mess that was giving her a headache and terrible insomnia. But she smiled when she saw the perfect rainbow form in the sky, it was a day of heavy rain, the sky was dark even though it was afternoon, however the sun still struggled to appear creating such a beautiful contrast in the sky that she just admired.

She always heard from her parents that after the storm there would be a rainbow and she hoped that this metaphor would come true in her real life. She was tired of rainy, dark days.

Letting out a weary sigh, she heard a knock on her bedroom door and stared at the door as if she'd been hallucinating. She hadn't heard the dorm bell, her roommates were there so they would have let her know if someone had come to visit, right? Hearing the knock a little more impatiently this time, she got up with a frown and opened the door, bumping into the last person she could imagine to be there.

Jeno.

He was completely soaked from the rain and Y/N wondered what the hell he was doing in her dorm at this hour.

"My God, Jeno!" she pulled him into the room, he was shivering with cold. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you." she looked at him as if he were crazy, he found it difficult to speak as his chin trembled.

She shook her head and went to the bedroom dresser, pulling out a dry towel to help him dry off.

Y/N felt from afar how cold he was and so, she did something without even thinking about the consequences, she lowered the zip of the sweatshirt he was wearing so that she could help him recover his body temperature faster and took it out completely, Jeno didn't stop it.

"What are you doing?" he asked as best he could when he saw her reach out to hug him.

"Someone paid attention in first aid class, you warm up faster with body heat than blankets." she enveloped him in a warm hug, feeling Jeno rest his chin on her shoulder.

Y/N felt her body shiver not only because of Jeno's wet shirt but because of the contact. She had hugged him before but this way it felt more intimate.

"Want me to take my pants off too?" he asked quietly, returning the hug and not letting Y/N escape.

She wanted to laugh. The inconvenience of the moment was funny and extremely ironic, considering the fact that she had always imagined that situation in a different way.

Y?N didn't answer, just kept Jeno's body next to hers, feeling little by little that he stopped shaking and part of her clothes were also wet but she didn't care.

She didn't want Jeno to get sick, especially since he had come over to talk to her about who knows what.

She pulled away, against Jeno's will, who didn't let go at first, but she placed her hand on his chest to make him do so. When she noticed how wet Jeno's pants were, she sighed.

"I think you better take it off anyway." she said and saw him bring his hands to his waistband. "Wait!"

"What?" he asked confused and she looked at him in disbelief.

"I didn't tell you to get naked in front of me!"

Y/N threw the towel she was holding over his face and snorted to see him laugh, she turned her back to give him some privacy and crossed her arms, waiting.

Jeno tossed the pants to her side and Y/N had to fight all the non-puritanical thoughts that haunted her mind. She didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or if he was just being himself.

She took a deep breath before turning to face him again and regretted having done so because Jeno took off the wet t-shirt he was wearing to only have the towel wrapped around his waist.

Nothing more.

Y/N clenched her jaw as her eyes unconsciously trailed across Jeno's chest. Was it an impression or was Jeno working out more? I mean, she'd never seen him shirtless like that before but she didn't remember he was so well defined.

Jeno faked a cough and caught Y/N's attention who at this point was red-cheeked from being caught in the act. She looked away and picked up Jeno's clothes, laying them out on her desk chair. She needed to be distracted by something other than him.

"You said you wanted to talk to me." she recalled, hearing him chuckle. "It must be something very important for you to come in the middle of a storm."

Y/N leaned back in her chair, the farther she stayed from Jeno, the safer she would be for herself.

Jeno sighed, running a hand through his wet blonde hair, something Y/N didn't miss, and turned to sit on her bed. "I needed to see you. I miss you, Y/N." he noticed and she took a deep breath.

"Jeno, I already told you that-"

"Before you interrupt me, please just listen to me." he pleaded and she kept quiet. "I felt completely lost and hurt when I found out that Tina had cheated on me, you know that because you were with me. She was my first love and I feel like an idiot for giving her my heart." Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, feeling her heart sink with his every word. "But I was even more lost than that when you told me how you felt about me, I had no idea, I mean I didn't even notice. And I felt even more stupid because I hurt you in every possible way when I couldn't even see what I was doing."

"There was no way you could have guessed."

"But I should!" he replied. "I mean, Tina always thought you were too close for a best friend but I was so blinded by another girl that I didn't realize what I had in front of me."

Y/N was taken aback by Jeno's heartfelt words but it hurt how he put it all in the past.

“Jeno.” "And all this time we were apart, I realized how much I needed you. I didn't have anyone to text me at 2 am, or to share about the weird dreams I had, to motivate me to go to class even though I'm dying of laziness." Y/N smiled sadly, she also missed every small and silly detail. "And then I questioned whether I really meant everything I said to you." she stared at him, confused. Jeno stared down at his hands, avoiding her eyes. "I always saw you as my little sister, the one I was supposed to protect you from any asshole on campus who wanted to take advantage of you." he chuckled. "But then I saw you with San and I heard the comments about the two of you, and even though there were lots of girls in bikinis at that party, all I could think about was what you two were doing within the sorority." Jeno lifted his head to face her and Y/N felt a shiver run through her body. "And then I dreamed about you."

"What do you mean you dreamed about me?"

Jeno took a deep breath before getting out of bed and walking with fearful steps towards her.

Y/N didn't do anything, just held Jeno's gaze.

"I dreamed I kissed you." he admitted low. "And we did certain things that I won't be able to say right now."

She felt her jaw drop.

"When I woke up, it felt so real because a huge part of me wanted it to be." Wait a minute, was Jeno saying he wanted to be with her? "I struggled because I didn't see you as my little sister anymore." Jeno took the opportunity to place a hand on Y/N's face and looked at her tenderly.

"If you tell me that to earn your trust again I need to jump out of a plane or in a swimming pool right now with this storm, I'll do it." he guaranteed. "But I can't stay away from you anymore."

"And why is that?" she smirked. Jeno didn't need to say anything else, because he didn't want to, he had to show it. He approached Y/N's body and the hand that held her face, went to the back of her neck, bringing her closer. Seeing her close her eyes slowly, totally surrendering to that moment, was enough for him to move forward over the little space that still separated the two.

He touched her lips and at the same time that lightning cut the sky, Y/N took her arms to wrap around Jeno's neck, bringing him even closer.

As their lips met in a thirsty way, she felt how hot Jeno was, far different from how he'd gotten there. Feeling him so close with his bare torso was making her legs give out, but Jeno was there to hold her around the waist with his free hand. He was always there to catch her when she fell and that made her smile between the kiss, breaking it unintentionally. Jeno's heavy breathing hit Y/N's face as they pressed their foreheads together and she opened her eyes, looking at him so serenely and so happily. "So, do you love me now?" she asked, amused.

Jeno opened his eyes and shook his head.

"I always loved you, I was just a little dumb to admit it."

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[sailoryooons]

Had a big flop of a date and I'm sad.

Need a bff Yoongi that listens to your wallowing and tells you you don't need to be getting your feelings hurt by other dumb boys because he's RIGHT HERE and he's ready to give you everything you need )))):

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: You’re tired of the revolving door of boys in your life. Yoongi is tired of watching you nurse feelings in the quiet of your apartment. 

❀ Word Count: 1,406

❀ Genre: Friends to something more, a little angst, fluff

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: A little bit of angst, descriptions of loneliness and frustrations on dating, a little bit of insecurity, Hali’s Obnoxious Takes on Dating in 2023, a cute lil kiss, nothing too crazy

❀ Published: August 18, 2023

❀ A/N: Pardon me while I wax poetic about the current state of dating, especially with all these damn apps in the world. I hope this was able to capture how you felt in a way that feels authentic and then shatter it and make it better by offering a very sweet Yoongi ready to date you. I am so sorry your date was shitty, genuinely this is why I do not go on them!!!! This is currently unedited.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

| Masterlist | Ask | Hali’s Happy Agust |

Outside of your apartment window, the world is washed in gold. As the sun sets, you wish you could appreciate it a little more. The world looks beautiful outside, buildings like hammered bronze in the light, curtains lit up like a flame as they catch the rays of sun.

You look away from it, staring at your TV that is turned off instead. It’s silent in your apartment, the hum of the refrigerator the only noise. With your legs crossed on the couch, you tap your nails against the steaming mug of tea in your hands.

Sitting. Waiting. 

In another life, you’d perhaps be out on a date on account of the nice evening. The cool autumn air drifts through the cracked window, carrying the scent of possibility.

The only dates you’ve been on usually go two ways: they end in blocked numbers after uncomfortable interactions, or hurt feelings after being strung along for a few dates before eventually sending unanswered texts. 

It makes sense that dating is hard, but no one ever told you it would be this hard, trying to swim in a rushing river of dating apps, men who use therapy-speak to excuse their bad behavior, and people who have no accountability for others feelings. 

The sound of the front door opening brings you out of your melancholy daze. Yoongi walks in with a bag of takeout, immediately filling your apartment with the smell of fried wontons and the distinct hint of soy sauce. 

For the first time that day, you grin, unfolding from your spot on the couch and heading to wear Yoongi throws you a nod, already unbagging the food. You move wordlessly in tandem, grabbing drinks from your fridge with extra sauce and napkins. By the time you’ve returned to the counter to sit, Yoongi is already on his self-appointed stool, holding out his hand for chopsticks. 

This is what you need, you think as you pass them over. Someone who can speak to you without words, someone who just knows. Knows that when you sit down next to him, you need him to lean over and press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. It’s affection between friends, but it makes your heart flip. It always does, and you always ignore it.

“Talk to me about it,” Yoongi says, picking up a saucy strip of beef. “I want to hear about it.”

He doesn’t. Yoongi doesn’t say these things for his benefit. He says them because he knows that you’re too afraid of being inconvenient or annoying to speak the thoughts rolling around your head. His instincts are spot on - you do want to let out what’s inside of you, and the gentle encouragement that he wants to hear it does the trick.

“I guess I just don’t know what the point is,” you start, staring at your rice. “I really want a partner and someone that I can do life with or whatever so I’m less lonely, but I’m also so sick of first dates and having to play a game of social chess.”

“Dating in this era is impossible,” Yoongi agrees. “There’s a lot of very unempathetic and unaware individuals.”

“Exactly. Or people think they have endless options and it’s like, just because someone is in your DMs telling you that you look nice doesn’t mean that’s a potential suitor. It just means someone thinks you’re hot.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Okay, so the last guy basically told me that he wanted to keep his options open because he has options. And it got me thinking: do people actually have all these options for life partners, or is it just people who are giving them attention online?”

“I see.”

“Online clout is not the same as a relationship option,” you conclude. “And I’m tired of people confusing the two. Or getting people who think it’s cool not to care about their partner or who use weaponized therapy words at me to avoid accountability. I had some guy tell me he was setting a boundary for me on monogamy and that me being interested in a one-on-one relationship was a violation of his feelings and that I need to be open.”

Yoongi stops eating and looks at  you. His mouth presses in a firm line, the only sign that he’s truly irritated. “Did he say that before you started to go on dates?”

“Nope. Only later when I became invested.”

“Then it’s bullshit,” Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re interested in different things, not violating a boundary. What an asshole.”

“They all are.”

Groaning, you press your forehead to your palm, supporting the weight of your head with your elbow on the counter. You hate this. Hate the way it all makes you feel, hate that you want something so bad but it seems just out of your reach, hate that you’d love to find someone like Yoongi.

Once, you’d thought about asking him. You’d decided that your friendship was more important, because without him, who is there? 

Now you look for someone - anyone - to do the bare minimum. To not make it feel like you’re searching for a needle in a haystack the size of Olympus, or like you’re being irrational for wanting human decency. 

“I’m not,” Yoongi says softly. You hum a question, confused as to what he’s talking about. “An asshole,” he clarifies. “I’m not an asshole.” 

“Well I know that. But I’m not dating you.”

“So try it, then.”

You lift your head from your palm, looking at him sharply. Yoongi isn’t much in the way of poking fun at you - not in a way that is really at your expense. He doesn’t seem to be joking now, staring at you with honest, brown eyes, chewing his lip. 

“What?” 

“I said what I said.” He drops his gaze for a second - perhaps towards your lips - and meets your eyes again. Your heart speeds up, thudding against your ribcage. “So try dating me.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

He scowls. “Of course I’m not. I’m being serious.”

“You want to go on a date with me?” He nods. “Why?”

Blowing out a long exhale of air, Yoongi shrugs. The golden light from the sunset hits him at just the right moment, then. He’s wreathed in gold, a shining beacon of hope. Of an answer. Of something more. You lick your lips as Yoongi considers his answer. 

“Because I like you, for starters,” he says, giving you a look. A look that means he thinks you’ve asked a silly question. “Because I think that you are wonderful and creative, and a gentle soul. Because I think you deserve someone who is interested in working on something with you, and who won’t flee at the first sign of conflict. Because I empathize with you, I enjoy doing life with you, and because you’re beautiful.”

Any worry you’ve had about your feelings for Yoongi comes to a standstill. There, in your apartment, in the honey-haze of evening, you drop your chopsticks and press forward. Curious, a little bold, a little terrified. Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath of air when he realizes what you’re doing, but he lets you anyway. 

Yoongi’s lips are soft. He tastes a little like soy sauce and sweet and sour, but you don’t care. Your heart thrums in your chest and your hands shake when you lift them to cradle his face. His hands go to your waist, holding you confidently, like they were made to fit there. 

Warmth blooms inside of your chest, unfurling dizzy petals as you pull your lips away from his. You don’t know where you got the bravery, but as your eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, deep and unwavering, you realize you don’t know why you were ever scared to consider him. 

Yoongi has always been right there. Holding your hand when you were lonely, offering a joke when you were sad. There have been countless times you could have had this, you realize. Little moments where the tension grew too thick or your gazes lingered too long. 

It’s only until now that someone was brave enough to say something. 

“Okay,” you breathe, fingers gentle against his warm face. He smiles, eyes crinkling. “It’s really that easy, huh?”

“It always was. I was always right here.”

You press your lips against his again, chaste and sweet. 

“You’re right. You were always right here.” 

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[pedrito-friskito]

strawberry wine - joel miller x ofc!liv stone/fem!reader

during - part twelve

series masterlist | main masterlist | read on ao3

joel finally gets his head out of his ass, with a little push from tess.

a/n: we have BIG CONVERSATIONS IN THIS HOUSE FAM. i want to reiterate: i love the canon joel x tess. i live for it. but the drama/angst/emotion it has allowed me to create but backpedaling them SLIGHTLY? delish. enjoy babes, please scream at me about the ending 😇

word count: 5.5k

warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+, MINORS DNI, angst, drinking, lots of emotions, mentions of canon-typical violence and injuries, mentions of death, joel is both an asshole and an Emotional Man, tess and liv are true bffs and god bless last night’s episode for solidifying some of my plans 🤍

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“You need to talk to her.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, Joel, you—”

“Don’t tell me what I need to fuckin’ do, Tess. Leave it be.”

“Joel—”

“Please.”

+

You’ve been staying at Deanna’s. Two weeks now, since your stint in lockup, since Angie had beat the literal shit out of you. The couch isn’t comfy, and your ribs are still sore, but it’s fine. 

The kids are happy to have you around. Emily especially, once she got past the bruises on your face. You weren’t expecting Henry’s reaction; when you woke up in Deanna’s apartment the next morning, he was sitting vigil beside you, tears on his face, bottom lip jutting out. You told him you fell down the stairs, trying to get a laugh out of him, and he’d just hugged you, buried his face in your chest.

You try to keep things normal, whatever the fuck that means anymore. You take on extra jobs, trying to earn more ration cards for the three living in your apartment. Tess shadows you, follows you around every day, and you tell her your secrets, point out your routes, the soldiers you have dirt on, the ones you know not to fuck with.

“She’s the one that beat you?” she asks one day, jutting her chin towards Angie. You’re standing in the warehouse that serves as the food bank, waiting in line. You’ve had a heartbeat in the bruise on your cheek since you woke up, and standing ten feet from the woman who gave it to you isn’t exactly helping. 

You disguise your nod as a stretch, wincing at the pull on your ribs. Deanna was sure you hadn’t broken any, but you sure as hell were bruised. They didn’t look as bad as your cheek, but the pain was deeper, and seemed intent to linger longer. “Yeah, that’s her.”

Tess sneers in her direction, and you have to stifle your laugh. “Fucking bitch.”

You like Tess. You really like her. She’s a hard ass, but rightfully so, given the history. She hasn’t given you much more of her past, and you’re definitely not about to offer up any of yours, but the friendship between you is quick. You’ve skirted the Joel subject so far, despite the fact that they’re literally sleeping in your bed. Most of your conversations have been about the QZ, the inner workings, your smuggling. You have a job coming up, and Tess has already said she’s coming with you.

“I doubt Joel will be thrilled about that.”

“Joel can fucking shove it.”

She hasn’t been shy about her displeasure towards him, but it hasn’t done much to change things between you. You went down to grab some clothes a few days back, and he’d been the only one inside. Tess was out exploring, and Tommy had gone with her.

He didn’t say a goddamned word.

You’d managed to hold back the tears until you were back in the hallway, but you sobbed so hard you thought you actually were going to crack a rib. And on the other side of the door, you heard the radio flick on, assumedly to drown out your noise.

You nearly put your boot through the wall.

You move up a few places in line, and reach into your pocket, pulling out the ration cards you’ve collected. It’s worked out okay; you had some stashed to begin with and you were able to pull a few jobs after you got back on your feet. But Tess is adamant they’ll pay you back, despite your protests.

“First job I take,” she says to you, jutting her chin towards the stack in your hand, “you get half.”

You shake your head. “I told you, it’s fine.“

“It’s not,” she replies, her tone determined. “It’s the least we can do, after what you did for us. Hell, I should give you back double for putting up with the bullshit Joel’s been throwing at you.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” she repeats, and grabs your arm, turning you towards her slightly. “I’m not fucking okay with this. I need you to get that. He needs to talk to you. You need to talk to him.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to me, Tess,” you say, toying with a corner of a ration card. “I have to respect that.”

“And he should give you the same courtesy,” she says as you move up again. “You need to talk this out. He can’t keep putting up brick fucking walls; you deserve more respect than that. You put your ass on the line for us, and got the shit kicked out of you. History or not, he owes you. I’ll lock you two in the same room if I have to.”

“Hah,” you scoff, lifting your brows. “I’m sure he’d love that.” 

She goes quiet as you reach the front of the line, handing over the cards. The woman working the table slides a crate of food across to you a second later, along with two jugs of water that Tess reaches for. It’s not until you’re back outside that she speaks again.

“I want us to be friends,” she says, and the tone in her voice makes you pause, stopping in your tracks. “I like you, Liv; you’re strong as hell. Brave. Best damn smuggler I’ve ever seen. I just…I need you to understand, me and Joel, it’s nothing close to what I had with Nate, or what he had with you. I know that. I get that. We laid out ground rules from square one. It’s a…” She trails off, searching for the right word.

“A comfort,” you provide.

She nods. “Yes. And I…if I had a second chance with Nate? If I walked down this street tomorrow and saw him walking through that fucking gate, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to—” She stops, clamps her hand over her mouth and you almost jump when you see the tears in her eyes.

“Tess.” She blinks hard, waving a hand at you, and in an instant, the badass demeanour has returned, if not doubly so. You continue, “If he’s a comfort to you, I can’t be the person that takes that away. He’s not mine to take. Especially not if he doesn’t want me back. It’s okay. You can’t force his hand in this.”

She eyes you, chewing at her thumbnail before, “Maybe I can.”

You shake your head, hefting the crate of food higher on your hip. “Let’s take this back.”

+

The doorknob jiggles, and Joel’s head snaps up. He’s sat on your couch, some book about woodworking in his hands, a mostly abandoned glass of whiskey on the table in front of him. Tommy’s at the kitchen table, bent over a map, trying to figure out the path they’d taken, all the way back to Austin. “I’m just curious,” he’d said when Joel had asked, his voice almost clipped. Joel hadn’t pushed any further.

The door swings open, revealing you and Tess, a crate of food on your hip, Tess carrying jugs of water. Joel gets to his feet, wanders towards the kitchen, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Tommy gets up immediately, takes one of the jugs from Tess. She starts putting stuff away, and you step closer to the table, digging in the pocket of your coat. “Exciting news,” you say, pulling out a key ring with three keys on it, dropping it onto the table. “Moving day.”

“We’re not going far, are we?” Tess asks over her shoulder.

“No,” you reply, pushing a hand through your hair before shucking off your coat. “One floor up, few units down. Besides, you know where to find me.” Joel catches you glance his way, but it’s short-lived, you turning away a moment later to help Tess put the rest of the food away. “I saw they have a posting for a handyman in the building, one for the apartment across the street too,” you say, putting away a box of instant mashed potatoes. “Unit maintenance and stuff like that, thought you boys might be good for it.”

Tommy nods, enthusiastic. “Sounds good to me.” He glances at Joel over his shoulder. “Gotta get started paying you back what we owe you, Liv.”

You wave a hand, and Joel sees Tess give you a pointed look. “Listen, all of you. We’re square, okay? I mean it. I’m just…I’m glad you’re all here. Safe. That’s all that matters to me.”

Joel can’t hold his tongue. “That soldier beat you half to death.”

“Oh, you noticed?” you throw back, and the guilt simmers in his gut. “We’re square,” you repeat, leaning against the kitchen counter, hip cocked, arms crossed over your chest. A mirror of Joel’s stance. “But there’s something I wanted to bring up to the three of you. Tess and I have already talked it over, and I’ve done okay for myself given the circumstance, but I could use you, all three of you.” Your eyes flick from Tommy to Joel and back again, so quick he nearly misses it. “It’s a risk, I won’t lie, but I’ve got dirt on half the soldiers in this QZ. And I know exactly what to give them to keep their mouths shut.” 

“You already know I’m in,” Tess says, bumping her hip into yours. There’s a tiny grin on your face, the bruising along your cheek pinching slightly. “There are still connections from Baltimore we can use. Between the four of us, we could be living like kings, for a change.”

You nod. “Either way, it’s an offer. I trust you all enough that you’ll keep it secret, but if you want in, my door’s always open.” You pause. “But I do want my keys back.”

“I’m game,” Tommy says, leaning back in his chair. “You tell me where and when, Liv, and I’m there.”

“Same,” Tess agrees, “but we’re still paying you back.”

Joel can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Are you out of your damn minds? Both of you?” He stares at Tommy when his brother turns to face him, glances at Tess when she steps forward and plants her hands on the kitchen table. “We just got safe again, and already you want to put that in jeopardy?”

Tess scoffs, and the sound makes Joel blood boil. There’s too much happening. The guilt never leaves, but seeing you, hearing your voice, it makes it that much worse, and Tess looking at him like he’s a fucking idiot doesn’t help matters.

“We pulled a lot of bad shit to stay alive out there, Joel,” she says, her tone stern. “Baltimore was no different. I highly doubt a bit of smuggling is going to fuck with our reputations.”

“Your records are clean,” you offer, your voice placating. It makes the hair on the back of Joel’s neck stand on end. “When Cowan brought you through, he wiped them. Tommy’s is already clean, otherwise they wouldn’t have let him through to start with.” You lift your hands. “It’s just an offer, Joel.”

How have you managed to make his own name feel like a punch to the gut?

“I’ll show you to the apartment,” you say, grabbing the keys off the table, putting a hand on Tess’s shoulder. “You guys can talk it out. There’s no pressure. I’ve got a job in a few days, and—”

“I already told you, I’m going with you,” Tess says, and Joel’s brows raise.

“Tess—”

“Shut up, Joel.” She turns towards the door. “Let’s go.”

You swallow, hard enough that Joel can see your throat bob from where he’s standing. Tess grabs her jacket, gestures at Tommy to do the same, and his brother gets to his feet. You hold open the door, and Joel follows Tess and Tommy out. He tries to catch your eye as he walks past you, but your gaze drops to the floor.

Their unit is one floor up, three down from yours. You unlock the door before handing the keys to Tess, let it swing inwards. It looks about the same as yours, save for the floral wallpaper. It’s a bit bigger, an actual separate bedroom, another bed tucked in one corner, a room divider that’s seen better days blocking it off. He’s surprised, almost, that there’s furniture, even blankets on the beds, and follows his brother inside. Tess wanders, and you hang in the doorway, leaned against the jamb.

“I found some stuff at the donation warehouse,” you say, scratching the back of your neck. “People will leave all kinds of shit down there, stuff they don’t need. The mattresses aren’t great, but I cleaned them best I could, and there’s some clothes too.” Joel turns to look at you, and your eyes move away from his again. “And, if you’re game for smuggling, when knows what else we might find.”

Tommy walks back over to where you’re stood, slings an arm around your neck, pulling you against him. “You’re an angel, Liv. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you reply, leaning your head against Tommy’s chest, and Joel ignores the zip of…is that jealousy surging through his gut? Fuck.

But it turns into guilt just as quick, makes something mean bubble out of his mouth before he can stop it. “You shouldn’t have done this.” He doesn’t look at you, not directly, but from the corner of his eye, sees you balk, flinching slightly.

“Joel,” Tess chides, walking over to the door, pulling you out of Tommy’s grip and into a hug. “We owe you, I mean it.”

Joel watches, as you hug Tess. Your eyes flutter shut, your hands hooked around her shoulders, your brow pinched slightly. God, how many times had this thought crossed his mind? How many times had he wondered if the two of you would get along?

How many times had he dreamt of merely seeing you again?

Yet here he is, fucking it up harder than anyone ever could have imagined.

“I’m gonna go,” you say, jutting a thumb over your shoulder. “Tess, I’ll see you tomorrow?” She nods. “And Tommy, you can ask Sergeant McCoy about the handyman gig. He’s a decent guy.”

Then your eyes turn to Joel. He meets them, looks back at you, feels the guilt so thickly he’s convinced it’s replacing his blood. He thinks he hears you say his name, but then your wrench your eyes from his, disappearing from the doorway. His feet move of their own accord, propelling him towards the door, but he stops short, hands swinging at his sides.

Tommy claps him on the shoulder. “Brother, I love you, but you’re a fucking idiot.” He turns to Tess. “I’m gonna go check on her.”

Tess just nods, and the door shuts a moment later. It’s just the two of them, and Joel can already tells he’s about to be on the receiving end of Tess’s anger.

“Sit, Miller.” She points to the kitchen table. It’s not much different than yours, though there are no maps spread across the surface. “You can’t keep doing this shit.”

“Tess, don’t—”

“No, shut the fuck up,” she cuts him off, her hand flexing in the air. “You’re gonna sit there and you’re gonna listen, you understand? Please.”

Tess doesn’t often say please.

Joel swallows hard. “Fine.”

“You need to go after Liv,” she says, the words blunt, laying her hand flat on the table. “You can’t keep pushing her away and treating her the way that you are. You can’t keep doing this to her.”

“I have to,” he replies, the words quick, half-hearted. An excuse.

“No, you don’t,” Tess throws back, just as quick.

“You—”

“We’re done,” she says, cutting him off again. “You and I. It was just stress relief, right from the beginning. I know that, you know that. Nate was gone and you were there and I…” She shakes her head, lifts her hand to her mouth and bites her knuckle before continuing. “If I had a second chance like this, a second shot, goddamn, I would have dropped you so fast your head would’ve spun.” She actually laughs. Her eyes are big and wet, but no tears fall. “She loves you, Joel, and you love her. I knew it from the second you saw her at the gas station. It’s not—”

“Tess—”

“Listen to me, Joel. If I turned a corner tomorrow and saw Nate right there in front of me, there’s not a force on this whole fucking planet that could keep me from him. So why are you doing this to her? To yourself?”

He goes quiet, for a long moment. Stares down at the table top, digs his nail into the grain of the wood. “You said it yourself, Tess. We did a lot of bad shit out there to stay alive. I’m not…” He shakes his head. “I’m not who she remembers, who she loved before.”

Tess reaches out and grabs his hand, squeezes his fingers tightly. “Joel, the fucking world ended. I didn’t know her before, but I highly doubt that the Liv I know now was the same before the outbreak. We do what we have to, to survive. She put her life on the line for us, without batting a fucking eye. The least you can do is talk to her.”

“I can’t—”

“You can. What do I have to say to get it though your thick fucking skull, Miller? Second chances like this don’t just happen. If I had one, I sure as hell wouldn’t squander it the way you’re so hellbent on doing. So don’t.”

“Tess—”

“Please.”

Tess doesn’t often say please.

Slowly, Joel gets to his feet, and Tess follows suit. He’s not quite sure what to do next, but then she grabs the front of his jacket, hauls him against her, throws her arms around his neck. He hugs her back, mouth pressed to the curve of her shoulder.

“And I don’t wanna hear any more shit about not joining forces with Liv,” Tess says softly. “We’d be fucking fools not to.” She claps him on the shoulder, pulling away. “I’ll see you around, Joel.”

“Bye, Tess.”

The doorknob is cold when he reaches for it, and Tess doesn’t say another word as he steps out into the hall, pulls the door shut. His feet seem to carry him down the hall on their own. He heads down the stairs, faintly hears Tommy’s voice calling after him as he heads down towards the lobby. 

“Joel, where you going?”

It’s still a few hours until curfew, the sky still light, though dark clouds are gathering over the city. The moment he’s out the main door, he’s sprinting, running as fast as his legs will carry him. He’s pushing past people on the street, boots scuffing on the pavement, mumbling apologies when he almost crashes into someone. 

He just keeps going, arms pumping once he’s through the crowds of people trying to get home. He has no idea where he’s going, but he just keeps going, on and on and on until he finds himself standing in the same alleyway you’d lead him and Tess through, when you’d smuggled them inside.

What the fuck is he doing?

The rain starts slow, a few drips pelting his shoulders, the back of his neck. He tips his head back, stares up at the ominous dark clouds, hears the rumble of thunder in the distance. Joel lets his eyes slip closed, hands loose at his sides.

In a flash, it’s a downpour. He’s soaked in a matter of seconds, rainwater seeping through his hair, wetting his scalp. It runs down his cheeks, sneaks beneath the collar of his flannel, gathers in the hollow of his throat.

She loves you, Joel, and you love her. 

Tess is right. He knows she’s right. It didn’t matter how much time had passed, he always knew in the back of his mind that if he found you again, he wouldn’t be able to keep himself away from you. Everything he’s been doing, everything he’s said since you mentioned Sarah, it’s been…survival. Fear, that if he lets himself have you again, he’ll just lose you, like he lost her. That someone or something will take you from him.

Tommy told me. About Sarah. Joel, I’m so sorry, I just—

It hurts. The memory makes panic and fear surge through him, every single time. Makes his heart beat faster, his hands clench into fists, sweat at his hairline. But you don’t know that. How could you? He hasn’t told you, hasn’t let you in, hasn’t done anything but try and stay as far away from you as possible.

He can’t keep doing this. He knows that. When he closes his eyes, he still sees those tears on your face, at the gas station. The bat in your hand, the bravery in your eyes. You weren’t the same person he’d fallen in love with back in Austin. But you’ve survived just as hard as he has, and you lived. You’re alive.

I’ll find you, baby.

He swore to you.

“What the fuck am I doing?” Joel says the words aloud, towards the sky, to the dark clouds still pouring down on him. “Fuck.”

He turns on his heel and sprints back up the alley. The rain isn’t letting it up, pelting his face, soaking his hair further. He pushes his way back through the crowds, takes the same random path he’d just run in reverse, back to the building.

Back to you.

He takes the stairs two at a time, ignoring the way his knees are shouting in protest. He’s out of breath by the time he skids to a stop in front of your door, bangs his fist on the wood. “Liv!”

“It’s open,” he hears you call from the other side, and twists the handle, pushes the door open. You’re sitting at the kitchen table, rubbing at your forehead, a bottle of whiskey not far from reach. Your gaze lifts slowly, but then your entire expression changes when you see him standing there in the doorway. “Joel? What’re you do—”

“I wanna talk to you,” he says, the words coming out in a rush. His heart is hammering in his chest. He steps through the doorway, shuts it behind him. “Please.”

“Why are you wet?” you ask, your eyes narrowing, but then you shake your head, waving your hands. “Doesn’t matter. What…you wanna talk?”

“I do.”

“About what?”

He heaves a breath. “You. Me. Tess, she—”

You lift a hand, your expression turning defeated, and reach for the whiskey. “It’s fine, Joel. I get it. It’s not like I expected you to wait around for me or anything like that, but just for the record, it’s not reason enough to avoid me like the fucking plague.” You take a swig from the bottle, tearing your eyes from his.

“I’m sorry,” he says instantly, and takes a step towards the table. You lower the bottle, slide your gaze back to his. “About all of it, Liv. Please. I just wanna talk you.” 

He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, shakes the water from his fingers. You don’t say anything when he shrugs out of his jacket, hangs it on the hook near the door, settles into the seat across from you. He points towards the whiskey, and you slide it across the table to him. The liquor burns on the way down, but the warmth that follows helps with the chill from the rain.

You lean back slightly in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, staring him down. “You wanna talk, Miller,” you say, and part of him wonders how much you’ve had to drink already. “Then talk.”

He takes another long swig of the whiskey. The noise the bottle makes as he puts it back down seems to echo through the apartment. “I’ve been an asshole,” he says, his gaze dropping to his lap, “since the gas station. I’ve been trying my goddamn best to push you away, and I just…” He lifts his head, lets one hand rest on the table, an olive branch between you. “I’m sorry.”

“You said that already.”

“Liv, I just…I did some terrible shit out there, to stay alive. I’m not the same. But I know you aren’t either.”

“We all do terrible shit to stay alive, Joel.” You huff a little laugh. “It’s just the way of the world now.” You drag a hand over your face. “Besides, you are the only thing I have left,” you say, and Joel’s heart jumps into his throat, “from before.” You blink hard, and he can see the tears gathering along your lashes. Everything in him wants to vault the table separating you and just hold you. “I was gonna leave Boston. Before they put up the wall, when all that was standing in my way was a fucking chain link fence. I was gonna leave. Then Cowan calls the Austin QZ, asks about my family, and there’s no record of my sister, no record of you, but my parents…”

You trail off, shaking your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You wipe at your cheeks, and lay your hand on the table, inches from his. Joel’s fingers twitch.

“What happened?”

“FEDRA levelled Austin, when it was overrun. My parents were in a shelter, when they dropped the bombs, and no one survived.”

Joel balks. He remembers, that night, the outbreak. He remembers Tommy’s truck barrelling down the road, down the main drag where the hardware store was. He remembers flames pouring out of the storefront, shattered glass and the way the awning had caught fire. He remembers praying to whoever the fuck was even bothering to listen anymore that your family was okay.

“So you stayed.”

You nod, fingers tapping on the table. “I stayed. I got lucky, really. Dean got me good, before I…” You trail off, rubbing at your shoulder. “They were killing anyone who was injured, shooting them point blank in the streets. I just ran, and nearly a week later, when the soldiers stopped me at the fence, I was still me, and Cowan made sure no one saw my injuries, had Deanna treat me. Left a nasty fucking scar.” You squeeze your shoulder, pulling your eyes from Joel’s. “I never stopped wanting to go looking for you, Joel. Not once. I just—”

He shakes his head, flexes his fingers on the tabletop. “It doesn’t matter, Liv. You did what you had to, to stay alive. We all did.” He swallows hard. “When did it happen? With Dean.”

You grab the bottle, turning fully to face him, your other hand still planted inches from his. “Outbreak day. It’s funny, actually, I had just been on the phone, with you, you remember?”

Joel lets himself smile, the conversation rising to the surface of his mind. “We wished each other happy birthday.”

“We did,” you agree, and take a swig. “I just got home, and Dean was…he was just standing there, in the bedroom, staring out the window. He didn’t notice me, not at first.” You shake your head, letting go of the bottle, rubbing your fingers across your forehead. “I shouldn’t have done it, looking back, but I didn’t know, and I…I called his name. He turned, and he looked at me with that…that dead look they have, you know? And then…then he started running at me, and I knew something was wrong. I kept the bat right by the bedroom door, and when he came at me, I just…swung. Until he stopped.”

You grab the bottle again, and Joel flexes his pinky wide, until it grazes yours. Your eyes drop to the table. “You protected yourself, baby.”

It’s like everything in the apartment shifts, as the endearment rolls off his tongue. He doesn’t mean to say it so soon, but everything in him is aching to comfort you, the feeling tenfold after being stuffed down for so long. Why did he put you through this? Why did he put himself through this?

Your eyes are watery when they lift to his again. “I never should have left Austin, Joel,” you say, and slide your hand across the table, settling it on top of his, your palms pressed together. “I never should have left you.”

“I’m here now,” he says, letting his fingers curl around your wrist. His heart races when you do the same. “It doesn’t matter. None of it.”

Your thumb slides across his pulse, and your eyes flutter shut for a moment before they meet his again. There’s fire in your eyes, one he hasn’t seen in a long, long time. “What are we doing here, Joel?”

His brow pinches. “What d’you mean?”

“This is the ultimate second chance,” you say, and he can’t help his chuckle, “and we are royally fucking it up.” He keeps laughing, and you dig your nails into his skin, making him yelp. “It’s not funny, Joel!”

“I know, I know,” he says, his tone going apologetic. “It’s just…you and Tess get on well, don’t you?”

You scoff a little laugh, nodding. “She’s a badass.”

He juts his chin towards you. “So are you.”

“I get it,” you say, pulling your eyes away. Your hand stays where it is. “The two of you, it makes sense. I…I was with Cowan.” You make a face. “Am with Cowan? I don’t know. It’s just…comfort, I guess, but now, it…”

Joel can’t help but bristle slightly. “He’s helped you all these years?”

You nod slowly. “Hasn’t ratted me out, got me out of some pretty deep shit once or twice. But he’s not…” You nail him to the spot with your stare, leaning forward slightly, sliding your hand up his arm until it’s wrapped around his forearm, resting in the crook of his elbow. “He doesn’t come close, Joel. Dean, Cowan, they’re just…” You shake your head. “They’re nothing, compared to you. I could never love anyone else the way I loved you.” You pause, chew your lip. “Love you.”

“Liv—”

“But I won’t get between you and Tess, I promise. I like her, and you and me, it doesn’t—”

“Tess broke things off,” he says, and your eyes go wide. “She was right. I couldn’t keep doing what I was doing, pushing you away, thinking it was easier that way. I don’t want to stay away from you anymore. I can’t stay away from you.”

“So don’t.”

“You just said you and Cowan—”

“It doesn’t fucking matter. None of it matters.”

Joel’s brain stalls, for a moment, seeing the flare in your eyes. He gets up slowly. Your hands move to your lap as he rounds the table, pulls you to your feet. There’s only inches between you, the air turning thick with tension. “Say it again,” he says, his voice hushed, almost a whisper.

You close the distance, stepping into his arms. His hands slip beneath the hem of your sweater, resting on your jean-clad hips, and Joel inhales deeply when your palms slide up his biceps, rest on his shoulders, one hand slipping up the back of his hair, wet curls twisted between your knuckles. 

“Don’t stay away from me,” you murmur, tugging lightly at his hair, until his face is angled with yours. He can smell the whiskey on your breath, see the remains of the bruise on your cheek. He can feel your heartbeat, wild against his own, your chest against his. “Be with me, Joel, please.”

Your voice cracks on the please, and that’s what gets him. The tension snaps, and he can’t hold back anymore.

There’s no hesitancy in it. It feels like he’s kissing you for the very first time all over again — feels like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again. The press of your mouth is hot and wet, a tiny mewl falling from your lips to his as you hold him to you, your fingers tightening in his hair. He kisses your bottom lip, then the top, sinking his teeth into your flesh, pulling more tiny noises from you. God, he’s fucking missed you, so goddamned much.

You chase him when he pulls away, grabbing his lower lip between your teeth, making him groan into your mouth, giving you a hungrier kiss the second time round. He pushes you backwards, your boots tangling with his and suddenly you’re a heap of limbs on the ground. You actually laugh and Joel kisses the sound right out of your mouth, licking his tongue along the seam of your lips.

The motion makes you whimper, adjusting yourself beneath him until your thighs are spread either side of his hips, your boots planted on the ground. Everything in him feels white-hot, and he can’t stop kissing you, making up for lost time, pouring his apologies into his kisses, memorizing the way you feel and taste now.

“Joel,” you gasp out when he slides his hand along your jaw, tilts your head back on the wood floor, noses his way down your throat.

“Yeah, baby?” he murmurs into your skin, inhaling you deeply, kissing at your pulse.

“Take me to bed.”

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Alhaitham x GN! Reader Synopsis: It is your birthday, and Alhaitham decided to give you 4 gifts to convey his feelings for you.

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"Did you see the Acting Grand Sage around?"

"No, he took a day off."

The greatest shock in the Akademiya, Alhaitham took a day off. He would always be in his office or the library, a day off is very rare.

Today is a special day for Alhaitham, it is your birthday.

From all the dates you two had together, he knows everything you like and what will make you happy. He prepared small gifts throughout the day, gifts that show how much he appreciates your existence in his life.

Morning: Acts of service

8 AM

Alhaitham woke up quietly so as to not wake you up. Although he doesn’t want to leave the bed at all. The sight of you sleeping peacefully in his arms, your peaceful sleeping face looking absolutely lovely as the soft rays of the sun caressed your skin. Every time he tried to move his arms you would move closer to him and breathe a soft sigh as you got closer to him, all of your sleepy actions are making him want to continue sleeping in your warmth.

But he has to get up, for your first gift.

After successfully getting out of bed without waking you up, he slowly made his way to the kitchen to prepare your morning gift. A nice breakfast in bed. With the help of books and some people he knows who are good at cooking, he made you a nice and healthy breakfast. Scrambled eggs with hash brown and cherry tomatoes with orange juice and a dessert of pancakes. 

“So, did you think about your books today?”

In an attempt to get Alhaitham out of the work mood, you decided to take him on a nice adventure in the magical forests of Varanara. With its unique trees, calm atmosphere where you won’t get ambushed by any wild fungi, the soft melodies of the Aranara that can be heard all over the forest. You knew that this place would make Alhaitham’s mind drift away from work, the books he read and anything related to the Akademiya.

From the start of the day, you and Alhaitham took a nice and safe walk to the mystical forest. The moment you entered, the two of you felt a sense of security and happiness dwell in you. Many people had similar experiences in the forest, you heard so many stories about this forest that made you really want to visit it and take Alhaitham with you.

As you two explored the forest, you told him about all the stories of the adventurers who explored this place. One adventurer was being chased by a group of hilichurls and he ran to Varanara, the moment he stepped in the forest the hilichurls stopped chasing him, as if something stopped them, and they ran back to their camp. Another adventurer got lost in the forest and was very hungry then heard some noise behind him. He looked and found a plate of freshly cooked Masala Cheese Balls, he said that this dish has saved his life and he believes that it's a gift from the Aranara.

Right now, you two are relaxing near the Tree of Dreams. Laying down on the soft grass around the tree, you two start to recall the adventure you had and the main reason why you two got out to Varanara in the first place.

“I didn’t. It’s nice to relax like this.” Alhaitham said, he enjoyed himself a lot on this trip, he tried many things he didn’t do before and he is so happy he did those things with you. It was a new experience that not only taught him about the nature and mysteries of the Aranara, but he also tried new experiences with you.

“Alhaitham,” You said, sitting up from the ground and looking at him, “It’s okay to relax and have a day where you explore a new place just for fun or have a lazy day at home.”

The sweet memory replayed in Alhaitham’s mind as he finished preparing your birthday breakfast. After putting everything nicely on the tray, he took the breakfast to the bedroom and was greeted by the sight of you just waking up.

“Happy birthday, love.” Alhaitham said, you slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes as he walked up to you. “For the first gift, I made you a nice breakfast for the day.”

“Alhaitham, thank you so much.” You said, taking the tray from him and admiring the breakfast he prepared for you. He sat down next to you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before you started eating your breakfast.

The day just started and you are loving it.

Noon: Words of affirmation

For your second gift of the day, you found yourself back in Varanara. But this time it is Alhaitham leading you into the forest.

You asked him many times where are you going but he kept avoiding your question, so you just gave up and followed wherever he took you. Which ended up being Varanara. He ended up taking you to a place where a lone house stands surrounded by water.

The sun was setting, the soft breeze made the giant leaves that acted like trees dance softly to the melody that was playing around the area. 

That was a new melody that you had never heard before. Before you questioned your lover, he turned around and held out his hand.

“I asked for some help from the traveler since they can see the Aranara and they were kind enough to prepare a special melody. Would you care for this dance?” He asked, putting a hand behind his back and holding out his hand like a male lead from those Isekai novels of Inazuma. 

“You know how to dance?”

“I do.”

You took his hand and he held you close, a hand on your hip as the other held your hand, the two of you then started dancing to the melody of the Aranara.

As the two of you danced, another memory played in Alhaitham’s mind as he gazed softly into your eyes.

He was finally alone in the house, for an entire day, and there’s no Kaveh that will wake him up in the middle of the night since he’s staying over at Gandhara Ville.

Finally, some peace and quiet. At least that’s what he thought. 

You decided to visit him today.

“I met Kaveh on the way and he told me that you’re all alone tonight so I’m staying over” You said, walking into his home and sitting on the couch. “C’mon, lay down a bit and relax. Let’s enjoy that time together.”

Alhaitham walked over to you and laid down like you said, his head resting on your lap. You proceeded to softly comb his hair with your fingers. He slowly felt himself relaxing into your soft touch. “So what do you want to do?” You asked. Alhaitham, who had his eyes closed, opened them and looked up at you.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” He asked, you noticed the exhaustion in his eyes, “I’m tired from all the work of the week and also brushing my hair is relaxing.” He finished his sentence and looked away from your eyes, a blush starting to appear on his cheeks. 

“I didn’t know the Acting Grand Sage could be like this.” You giggled and poked his flushed cheek, making him blush even more.

“I would never do this to anyone at all.” Alhaitham started, his eyes going back to look into yours. “I know how people will not hesitate to use anyone to their advantage, I know that these days no one has good intentions in wanting to be your friend. You are different from all of them.”

“How am I different?”

“You will know later.” Alhaitham said and closed his eyes and you two enjoyed the peaceful moment together.

“Remember what I told you a few days ago?” He said, twirling you around as the music played.

“About how I’m different?” You asked, he smiled as he pulled you back in his arms, his hands on your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I waited for today to tell you the answer.” Alhaitham started, “You are different (y/n), you are honest with me, you approached me with no ill intentions or wanting to use me. You love me for who I am, and I love you for who you are. I love everything about you, even the little things. I love you so much and I will say it again and again until the end of time.”

As you heard those words, you felt yourself tear up. No words came out of your mouth to reply to his confession, so you just leaned in and kissed him. 

A passionate kiss shared between the beautiful couple in the majestic forest of Varanara, surrounded by the Aranara who you two can’t see, but they are all singing for you.

Afternoon: Receiving Gifts

For the third gift of the day, it is something that Alhaitham personally made. Something you really wished for at the beginning of your friendship.

It was back in the time when you two were Akademiya students.

As always, Alhaitham is in the library, but this time he is not reading a book and actually is hiding from a group of students who won’t stop asking him questions. He hid in a secluded corner that he knows that no one will find him here.

When he went to that corner, he expected it to be empty but he found a student sleeping. A young student with books all over the table, it looked like they were studying and sleep took over them.

Alhaitham walked over to the student, looking over at their notes and the student got up. The young boy backed up a bit as the student sat up and looked at him.

“Thanks for waking me up.” They said, giving him a soft smile. “I’m (y/n).” 

“Alhaitham.” He replied, “why are you here?”

“I want to study in peace without people giving me Valentine’s day gifts.” They started, “I don’t mind it but sometimes it gets excessive and emotionally exhausts me. So I went here and did all of this to show that I’m studying.”

“How do you know I’m not one of the people who want to give you a gift too?” He asked, the student smiled and pointed at his hands.

“First of all, you’re not holding anything. Secondly, if you were one of them then you would’ve been kicked out of the library for making too much noise.” 

His interest piqued, making him pull a chair and sit down. “Mind if I join you? I’m also hiding from some students who won’t stop pestering me.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Hey,” You started after a few minutes of silence, “What is something you really want?”

Alhaitham thought for a while, he wanted many things. Graduation, the Akademiya to change its rules, a peaceful life. He wanted so many things, but he couldn’t say them all.

“I want to live in peace.” He replied. The young boy wants to have peace in everything, in life, in society. He wanted peace so that everyone can have the luxury of being safe.

“I want to have a flower crown made by my future lover.” You replied, Alhaitham stared at you and raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

“Yes. It’s nice. It feels like this person really loves you and won’t hesitate to get wild flowers from the forests of Sumeru and make a flower crown specifically for you.” 

Many years have passed, and he still remembers your wish. 

After your dance, he took you to Port Ormos to dine in a restaurant by the clear waters and try something new together. This was your first trip to Port Ormos together and he also booked a room in an Inn for you two to spend the night at the beautiful port of Sumeru.

After your meal together, you two took a walk around the port and sat down on a bench facing the sea. Alhaitham, knowing it is the perfect opportunity, pulled out a box from his bag and gave it to you.

“Here,” He said, putting the box in your hands. “ Your third gift of the day.”

“How many gifts did you prepare?” You asked, taking the box and looking at him.

“Four, now open the box.”

You nodded, removing the ribbon from the box and opening it. 

In the box, laid a flower crown made of red and pink tulips. Your eyes widened as you pulled it out of the box and stared at it in awe. You then looked at Alhaitham, who was giving you a soft smile as you admired the beautiful flower crown.

“Did you make this?”

“Yes. You always wanted a flower crown made by your future lover, so I made your wish come true.” 

After those words, he took the crown from your hands and placed it carefully on your head.

“Happy birthday dear, I love you so much.”

Evening: Quality Time

The sun is out, the moon is illuminating the sky with the stars decorating the night sky. You can still hear the hustle and bustle of the city but it is calmer than the morning. You and Alhaitham retired to your room in the Inn, sitting down in the chairs outside in the balcony of the room and admiring the view of the port.

“Honey, remember when we were talking about going to the beach together?” 

“That was a month ago.”

“Yeah, and you remembered. You remember everything I ever asked for throughout the time we knew each other, even before we started our relationship. How long did you like me?” You asked, Alhaitham turned his head to look at you and smiled.

“If I say after meeting you again I would be lying. I started liking you way back when we were students.”

It all started when I always met you every time I wanted to be alone. You were always there, as if you knew I didn’t want to be alone.

I thought you just wanted to use me like everyone else, I thought that you would leave me if I became your friend.

You still stayed, even when I ignored you, even when I turned down your friendship offer. You stayed.

You stayed and your presence was comforting, you knew what makes me annoyed and uncomfortable without me telling you about them. You understood me and stayed by my side.

You became my first friend in the Akademiya, I wanted to be a lot closer to you but I was scared. Scared that you will also leave if I ever admit that I love you.

After graduation, we all went our separate ways and I never saw you again for a long time. But then you appeared again.

Appeared again when I saved Lesser Lord Kusanali and wanted you by my side, cheering me on and telling me ‘you did it. You did it, Alhaitham. I am so proud of you’

And you did, you came and told me the exact same words I wanted to hear. 

“My love for you grew even more then, you are the most precious person in my life and I’m afraid to lose you.” 

After his words, you pulled him into a hug, making sure that his head was resting on your chest.

“Alhaitham, I am here for you, I won’t leave. I can’t leave, I love you so much that imagining a world without you is simply impossible.”

“We will be together until the end, I won’t leave you alone. I will give you a hug whenever you need one, I will hold your hand all the time, I will always be there for you. Thank you for this amazing day and the gifts too. I love you so much.”

Today, your birthday, was an unforgettable one. 

Because you spent it with the person you love the most.

#—traveler novels #genshin impact #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham x gn reader #yaepublishinghouse #astronetwrk #twilight theater

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The Less I Know The Better II (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, eventual loss of virginity, mild unhealthy relationship, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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JJ tossed the ball at the side of John B.’s house, catching and repeating while John B. and Pope talked to each other. There was a slight frown on his face as he stared at the wood, seemingly distracted as his arm went through the motions. There was a faint noise he was registering in the back of his mind, but it didn’t click at first that his name was being called.

“Uh…what?” he said, blinking and turning towards his friends.

Pope had an expectant look on his face while John B. had a frown of his own.

“What do you think…?” the brunette asked, and JJ opened and closed his mouth.

“About what?”

They looked at each other, chuckling to themselves, almost nervously.

“Did you hear anything we said? The party? Rafe?”

JJ swiped his tongue along his lip at the mention of the other blond, swallowing down the hatred that threatened to bubble up. If Rafe dropped dead, right now, he’d be the first to celebrate, and JJ had to close his eyes and take a deep breath. He reminded himself that Rafe was with you, now, that you…cared about the asshole.

He ignored the way his stomach twisted at that.

“You wanna throw a party…and have Rafe come?” he put two and two together, and Pope shrugged.

“I think Y/N would like it,” he said. “Show her that we’re making an effort.”

JJ didn’t say anything to that, tossing the ball at the ground and catching it when it bounced back up.

“…and what makes you think he’ll come? Come on, Kook king slumming it on the Cut with Pogues?” he scoffed.

“You forget he’s dating one, so I don’t think it’s that far-fetched.”

JJ rolled his eyes at John B.’s words, thinking to himself that no. He unfortunately did not forget that Rafe was dating you. It was all he’d really been able to think about for weeks. Excluding his dad, Rafe was without a doubt the worst guy he knew. They’d drawn blood on each other more than a few times, you being present most of those times, so he didn’t get it.

He didn’t get it when you’d first told him, sure it was some sick joke. He didn’t get it when you admitted to sneaking around with him for weeks, happily. He didn’t get it when you’d been pleading with him to accept this, to put his crappy past with Rafe behind him and be okay with this so you could be happy. He didn’t even get it when you told him how nice Rafe had been to you, courting you and making you swoon like something out of a gag worthy romance book Kie’s mom would read sometimes.

He just didn’t get it.

“What does she see in him?” he finally asked, and Pope and John B. shared a look like they’d been waiting on this.

“You promised you’d be nice,” his best friend reminded him.

“I am,” he argued, throwing his hands up. “I can’t question what she could possibly see in Rafe motherfucking Cameron?”

“He’s tall,” Pope said.

“…and rich,” the other commented.

“…but this is Y/N,” he reminded them. “She’s not shallow. Never has been.”

Pope nodded in agreement.

“She doesn’t care about his looks or his money. She likes him for his personality,” he sneered at the thought.

“She said he treats her well,” John B. said, popping open the soda he’d been holding for minutes. “…and he has been…decent for a while now.”

JJ wasn’t listening to that, taking a few steps as he looked out towards the water.

“…and what does he want with her?”

They both gave him a look when he glanced over, and JJ shook his head.

“Don’t look at me like that. I have a right to be suspicious. She’s a Pogue, and he hates Pogues! The only time he’d be caught dead on our side of the island is when he’s buying some more booger sugar, and all of a sudden, he’s following her around and fixing her house and buying her shit?”

“Y/N’s sweet,” Pope told him with a shrug.

“…and pretty.”

JJ paused, frowning at John B.

“Well, she is,” his best friend doubled down, hands raised.

“Since when do you think she’s pretty?”

“You don’t?” Pope wondered, an almost disbelieving frown on his face.

“You do?”

“No, it’s not like I sit around fantasizing about her, but she’s a pretty girl,” Pope continued. “I think we all were a little awkward looking in high school, but…she’s grown into her features. Well.”

JJ could tell that Pope was trying to be respectful, and he suspected it had something to do with the look he was currently giving him. His mouth opened and closed, a little disturbed by the fact that both of his best friends had clearly thought about you in that way once or twice. Sure, they’d all had a thing for Kie at some point, but you were like a sister to him, and he guess he’d just assumed it was the same way for them too.

Apparently not.

“Well…why is this the first time I’m hearing of it?” he asked, an edge in his voice that he didn’t mean to be there.

They shared another look.

“Everyone knows how you can get about her,” John B. slowly answered. “You get really overprotective and a little intimidating.”

“I mean, why do you think Rafe is her first boyfriend?”

JJ shrugged at Pope, and the other boy heaved a sigh.

“…because he’s like the only guy on this island who isn’t afraid to punch you in the face.”

Pope’s words had him scoffing. JJ looked away, deep in thought as the meaning behind his words seemed to hit him. He spun around to look at them both with wide eyes.

“What are you saying? Are you saying that I…? That Y/N’s never dated because of me?”

Their silence made JJ swallow, and he was just about to argue when Pope spoke again.

“No! Not…really…”

“Not really?”

“Look,” John B. hurried towards him, a hand on his shoulder. “Guys can be assholes. Especially teenage ones, right? We know why you’re so hellbent on looking out for her.”

JJ looked down, jaw clenching at the thought of how mistreated you would be by guys who thought they were comedians. He’d never admit it to you, but he was all too happy to break their noses for making you cry.

“…but things are different now. Guys don’t want to ask her out for shits and giggles anymore. They really want to date her, now, and with you constantly over her shoulder like some shadow in shining armor,” he quietly trailed off.

“You end up with guys like Rafe Cameron asking her out,” Pope finished.

JJ was tempted to argue against everything they were saying, but he kept his mouth shut. They didn’t get what it was like to watch you cry your eyes out after being humiliated by some idiot. Sure, he could punch them in the face until their teeth fell out, but it never did much to make you feel better. It’s not like it stopped you from feeling hurt and embarrassed, or made you stop crying, or made you get over what they’d done.

You needed him.

You always had, and the rare times he tried to just let you handle things yourself like you wanted, it never ended well. JJ shuddered to think of what you would do without him, so if he was overprotective and intimidating to any guy who even halfway looked at you, he had his reasons why. The thought that there were guys who wanted to ask you out didn’t make him feel the best, a paranoia in him that they only wanted to hurt you.

…and Rafe was no different.

Rafe was the worst.

You both had seen him at his worse, pupils blown and strung out on coke as he tried to fight the first guy who looked at him wrong. You both saw the way he talked to Sarah, the looks he’d give him, hell. JJ recalled a time where he’d mockingly told him to ‘tell Y/N she looks pretty hot for a Pogue’. At the time, JJ thought he’d just been his usual asshole self, happily tackling him to the ground for it. However, looking back, he grimaced to think that there’d been some truth in what Rafe had said.

To put it plainly, Rafe wasn’t good enough for you.

They all knew it, and he was torn between wanting this to end badly or hoping that Rafe would do right by you just so you wouldn’t get hurt. He didn’t think he’d ever like Rafe, positive he’d hate the guy to the end of his days. Every time he remembered that you were dating him, now, his stomach churned. However, in that moment, he had to remind himself of the worry in your eyes when you thought JJ wouldn’t accept this. He thought about the tears in your eyes when you talked about how bad you’d felt.

He thought about the way they lit up when he said he’d try to be happy for you.

JJ may have hated Rafe…but he loved you more, and with that, he agreed to John B. and Pope’s stupid party.

It was weird.

JJ knew it would be, but he just didn’t realize how much. A party down on The Cut wasn’t some rare occurrence, but a party with a Kook present? Unheard of. Sarah didn’t count anymore, she hadn’t counted for ages, so no one gave her a second glance. Rafe, on the other hand? He stood out like a sore thumb…and for more reasons than one.

Some girl had been talking to JJ for several minutes now, and he’d been half listening, he’d admit. He was torn between wanting to give her all of his attention and closely watching Rafe…and you. He’d been doing that since the moment you arrived, and he didn’t really care to hide it. Everyone knew how much he looked out for you, and now that you were dating the worst Kook of all…

When Rafe had shown up, JJ hadn’t even recognized you by his side.

He’d never seen that bathing suit top before, and the long skirt was new too. He couldn’t ignore the way it hugged you, and he thought to himself that Rafe was already dressing you up like some trophy girlfriend. He had grimaced, a sour taste in his mouth as he heard Sarah compliment you. In true fashion, Rafe barely acknowledged his sister, and to be honest, no one expected their relationship to change much anyway.

The entire time that you’d been here, you hadn’t left Rafe’s side once, and that made him frown. Why were you so attached to him already? Or was it Rafe who wasn’t letting you go? He tried to tell himself not to think the worst, taking a deep breath and reminding himself that Sarah and John B. could be the same way sometimes. They could be so cute it was almost nauseating to watch, but for some reason, it didn’t look as cute on you and Rafe.

It looked fucking disgusting.

“Are you even listening to me?”

The girl before him pulled JJ from his thoughts, and he blinked.

“What?”

She settled for rolling her eyes, turning away from him without a backwards glance. Any other day, and he would’ve tried to rectify that loss, but he didn’t care tonight. He turned back to you only to find Rafe alone…and you nowhere to be found. Funnily enough, Rafe was looking in his direction, and it was seconds later when JJ realized why.

“Hey!”

He looked to his left with a slight flinch, startled by you. Up close, he could see the gold shimmer on your cheeks. He remembered Kie referring to it as highlight once, and as you talked to him, he studied the glossy glow of your lips.

“Um, Pope told me that the party was your idea,” you said, shocking him.

JJ didn’t let it show, only raising his eyebrows.

“He did?”

You nodded, your smile wide.

“Yeah, he did,” you confirmed. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

JJ’s chest ached, and he felt shitty for so many reasons. Namely because he’d been against the party that wasn’t even his idea, and here you were, looking at him like the best friend in the whole world when that wasn’t the truth.

“I don’t expect you guys to become BFFs or start riding around on your bikes together, but I’m just happy that you’re trying.”

JJ looked into his cup, nodding.

“It means a lot to me.”

JJ exhaled, looking up to meet your gaze again.

“You’re welcome,” he eventually whispered, opening his arms as you moved to hug him.

He hugged you back, holding you close. It was moments like this that made it easy for him to remember why he was trying in the first place. You were probably the most important thing in his life, and he loved how much you glowed, right now, but he hated that it was because of Rafe. JJ buried his face into your hair, breathing you in, and he froze at the smell of an unfamiliar cologne. It smelled expensive, like something Rafe would drown himself in, and with that though, JJ looked up.

On the other side of the beach, his own blue eyes met eerily similar ones. Rafe was nursing a drink, red cup pressed to his lips as he watched you and JJ hug. There wasn’t a hint of jealousy or animosity there, Rafe feeling completely secure, and it was only when you pulled away did JJ realize why. You had turned to Rafe almost immediately, and as you slipped from JJ’s hold, he reluctantly acknowledged that you only had eyes for the blond Kook.

The Kook in question knew this, pulling you against him with a smile once you reached him, and JJ turned away, downing the rest of his drink.

“I have to admit…they are cute together,” Pope slowly noted about an hour later.

“Whose side are you on?” Kie joked before shaking her head. “No, but he’s right. I was really skeptical, at first, but Rafe is…shockingly sweet with her.”

She shuddered, and Sarah laughed.

“Isn’t he? I kind of like it,” she grinned. “I’m going to have so much fun teasing him.”

As they sat together and talked about how much they loved the relationship that must not be named, JJ only wanted to stick his head in that ocean. All night, you and Rafe had been attached at the hip. Drinking together, laughing together…dancing together. His skin stretched over his knuckles as he thought about the way you had clung to the blond, his hands on your lower back as he held you to him, his lips at your ear as he said something JJ wasn’t privy to but made you laugh all the same.

Would a day come where JJ would finally see Rafe as your boyfriend and not the guy he’d genuinely thought about killing?

Maybe not.

As they gabbed about you two, JJ looked around, noting your absence. He frowned at that, noticing how much the party was still going on and worrying that you’d left early. JJ knew you wouldn’t leave early, especially not a party he’d thrown for you and especially without saying goodbye. With the rest of the Pogues distracted, JJ pulled himself to his feet.

If they noticed him leaving, they didn’t say anything, probably thinking nothing of it. JJ weaved his way through the bodies, eyes searching for you, but you were nowhere to be found. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the way his heart was beating so fast in his chest, but he was growing lightheaded, pausing to calm down and reassure himself that you were fine. You were with Rafe, after all…

But that wasn’t a comforting thought.

The further he walked, the quieter the party became, and he realized that he was walking away. He was nearing where people had parked their cars and bikes and skateboards. He had long tossed his drink somewhere, sure Kie would scold him for that if she’d seen, but he didn’t care. He had this intense desire to find you, and he didn’t know why. Just when he was about to angrily accept that Rafe had convinced you to ditch them, he heard your laugh.

JJ turned, eyes landing on you, and he felt his chest ease…only to tighten again.

It seemed that you had ripped your skirt somehow, Rafe kneeling before you as he tried to find a way to fix it. You were leaning against his truck, smiling down at him as he attempted to tie a knot in the skirt where the rip was. It was much quieter out here, so your voices carried.

“I feel like this was your plan,” you teased. “Accidentally…”

You did air quotes.

“…rip my skirt and convince me to take it off.”

Rafe exhaled, looking up at you as he pressed his teeth into his lip.

“If I wanted to get you out of your skirt, I wouldn’t need some half-assed plan to do it,” he purred.

You giggled when the blond leaned in and pressed a kiss to your thigh, securing the knot before standing. JJ watched as he said something to you, too quiet for him to hear, but whatever it was made you lean in and kiss him, pressing yourself against Rafe in the same way countless girls had done to him. The kiss was heated, and the ocean breeze carried the sound of your soft moan to his ears, distaste settling in the back of JJ’s throat at the sound of it.

JJ felt like he was intruding on something, something he had no business seeing, and with reluctance, he turned away and rejoined the party.

JJ handed you the Tylenol, watching you eagerly pop them in your mouth before drowning them with water. He had suspected you’d be hungover, but he hadn’t expected you to still be in the bed at 1 pm. He was happy that you’d at least had the sense of mind to shower and undress, and that’s what he told you.

“Mm, mm,” you hummed with a shake of your head, rubbing your eyes. “Thank Rafe. I could barely stand when I got home.”

JJ pressed his lips together at that.

“Right. I’m glad you enjoyed the party,” he said, quickly changing the subject as he leaned against your wall.

“I’m glad you threw it,” you told him. “I know I said it, last night, but I really am so thankful. Rafe and I had a great time.”

JJ didn’t respond to that, feeling his blood pressure literally rise with every mention of the Kook. He had gone to bed last night with both of you on the brain, recalling how casual Rafe had been with you, how comfortable you were around each other. He remembered how easily you’d kissed him, throwing yourself at him like it was the most natural thing in the world for you, and he had a hard time reconciling Rafe’s girlfriend with his best friend. He almost felt like you were two different people.

Even now, as he watched you pull yourself out of bed to get ready to leave with him, he only saw his best friend. He saw the girl who hated all bathing suits at one point, even one pieces. He saw the girl who had tripped over a tree root and ended up with a bloody nose, fighting not to cry while JJ had been the one to clean you up. He saw the girl who fell off of his bike, scraping her knee.

He had the hardest time accepting that you were Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend. Even though he’d seen it, he couldn’t imagine you kissing him like so many other girls had kissed JJ. He couldn’t imagine Rafe’s hands on you, playful and searching in the same way he felt up girls he made out with. That heated desperation JJ would feel when he was with a girl, the desire to touch her and hear her? Her eagerness to get closer to him in every way possible?

Thinking of you and the guy he hated most like that made him look away, hurrying out of your room to wait for you in the living room.

When you eventually came out, you were none the wiser to his thoughts, grinning at him as you practically hopped towards him. It was a little cooler than normal today, and JJ’s gaze lingered on your exposed skin, brows knitting together as he just told himself he was worried.

“Here,” he started, taking off his jacket. “It’s-.”

“I got one,” you interrupted, snatching up a jacket from the couch that he hadn’t noticed.

As he followed you outside, he studied the jacket as you pushed your arms through the sleeves. It was unfamiliar and grey…and definitely not yours. JJ didn’t need to be a genius to note that it was Rafe’s and wondered how long it had been there.

Or had he left it last night?

As you wrapped your arms around JJ’s waist, making yourself comfortable on the back of his bike, he wondered if Rafe had stayed the night and left early in the morning.  It wasn’t any of his business though, so he forced himself to forget about it. You were quick to hop off his bike and run to Kie when you arrived at The Chateau.

Pope was chilling by the hot tub, and he guessed that John B. and Sarah were inside. JJ watched you, taking note of the wide grin and sparkly eyes and giggling demeanor. He just knew that you were talking about Rafe, and he forced himself to look away.

“Did you know that there are 26 grams of sugar in this?”

Pope was intensely studying some drink he’d bought, and when JJ didn’t reply, he felt Pope’s gaze on him. He blinked, his own gaze refocusing just as Pope spoke again.

“What’s wrong with you?”

JJ shoved his hands into his pocket, shaking his head, blond strands shaking with it.

“Nothing…”

Pope looked like he didn’t believe him, and JJ was sure he was about to say something when Sarah and John B. came striding out, joining the rest, and JJ took the opportunity to step back. He could feel himself retreating in on himself, uncharacteristically quiet as his friends talked around him, and as much as he fought it, his gaze found it’s way back to you.

You were sitting next to Kie, both of you talking and smiling, but he wasn’t focused on that.

JJ was looking at the grey jacket on your shoulders, watching the way you interacted with it. You pulled the sleeves of it over your hands, fisting the fabric and pulling it tight around you. Your lashes fluttered, and you paused for a bit before bringing the sleeves up to your face, briefly closing your eyes.

JJ looked away, again, feeling like he was intruding on something.

“It was nice and all, but I don’t think we need to make a habit out of forcing me and my brother to mingle in the same circles,” he heard Sarah say. “I barely like living with him.”

JJ watched you throw a small twig at her, a small smile on your lips.

“I second that,” Pope murmured.

“He had fun though,” you quietly said. “Got so drunk that he had to crash at my place.”

JJ’s gaze snapped back to you at that.

“I’m trying to save his liver, you guys, and convincing him to skip out on some random party is a feat in itself. He won’t let me skip one my own friends threw.”

“Once you’ve conquered the alcohol part, can you get him to drop the coke next?” Sarah’s voice was teasing, but everyone knew she was serious.

“I might have to start hiding it,” you loudly whispered.

JJ was the only one who didn’t laugh.

He didn’t really find it funny that your boyfriend drank so much you were worried about his health. Even halfheartedly. There was definitely nothing funny about him being a cokehead, God only knows what problems that would contribute to. JJ wasn’t amused when he thought about you and Rafe kissing, the blond spending the night at your house, you wearing and smelling his jacket. He thought about when he hugged you last night, thought about how your natural earthy and floral scent had been tainted by Rafe’s cologne.

His jaw clenched at the thought.

You were dating Rafe, now, and JJ didn’t think it was anything to smile about.

#dark!jj maybank x reader #dark!jj maybank #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron #jj maybank #obx fic #outer banks fanfiction

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Bail Out - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley x Fem!Reader (Pilot - Call Sign: Raven)

This was based off of an ask I received: 

untitled87858 asked: Hi! Can you write a rooster imagine where the reader is also a pilot and she gets hurt during a mission?

See Request --> Here

Written with the help from my BFF @fanficgirl429​ ! 

Thanks for all the love xoxo

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The engine to my F-18 purred as I moved up alongside my wingman, Rooster. He shot me a thumbs up as our teacher, Maverick, pulled up to the right of me. I nodded in his direction.

“Great job! The two of you work well together. Have you flown together before?” Maverick asked through the mic.

“Many times.”

“Unfortunately,” Rooster added and I gave him the finger.

Maverick laughed, “It’s always nice flying with someone you know. Again, great job! Let’s head back to base.“

Maverick took off leaving smoke in his wake. I turned to look at Rooster in the plane beside me.

“Nice flying, wingman.”

He quickly shook his head, “No, you’re my wingman.”

“In your dreams, Rooster,” I said, peeling off and flying in the direction Maverick had just gone.

I checked my radar on instinct, and adjusted my speed to coasting. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. If I had it my way, I’d never stop doing this.

Suddenly I heard a popping sound, and my body jerked forward. A red light started flashing and an ear piercing noise filled the cockpit.

“Shit.”

“Ugh, Raven, you lost an engine!” Rooster yelled over the intercom.

My wrist was throbbing with pain after banging it against the canopy, “Yeah, I know. Trying to restart.”

”Talk to me, Raven!”

I ignored Maverick as I continued working on the problem, flipping switches and pressing buttons to try and get the left engine restarted.

At that moment the second engine went off, causing my plane to go spiraling downward.

“Fuck!” I heard Rooster yell.

“Raven, Eject!“

I ignored Maverick once again. I knew I’d get reprimanded later if I got out of this.

“Raven!” Rooster cried.

I was trained for a situation like this to happen, I wasn’t ready to give up. My computer indicated the engines were still functioning, just not running.

Rooster screamed in my headset again, “Eject, Raven! Why aren’t you listening?!”

“Not yet!”

“Y/N!”

3,000 feet.

“I got this!”

The beeping sound continued as I plummeted toward the ground.

2,000 feet.

“Eject, Y/N!”

I flipped the switch for the left engine and I heard a noise. It was trying to start. I hit it again, and unexpectedly the left engine came roaring back to life.

“Raven, Report.”

I pulled back on the throttle and the jet started ascending.

4,000 feet, 5,000 feet, 6,000.

I leveled out, the runway straight ahead, “I’m good! I’m good,” my voice a tad more shaky than I had intended, “Left engine is back on, landing in less than 90 seconds.”

Once the landing gear came out with no issue, I knew the rest would be a piece of cake.

The jet landed gently onto the runway and I drove it into the correct spot, turning it off and opening the canopy.

“Are you okay?” one of my crew asked, pulling the ladder down for me to exit the cockpit.

I nodded and stepped down, happy for a moment to be touching the ground.

“Y/N!” Rooster yelled, stepping down from his ladder across from me. “What the hell was that?! Why the fuck were you not listening to me?”

He walked quickly towards me, pulling his helmet from his head. I had seen him angry before but never like this.

“I’m fine. Calm down,” I answered, reaching up to unhook my helmet. My wrist throbbed as I squeezed the hook together, trying to get it apart but failing. I pulled my hand down, absentmindedly rubbing my hurt wrist.

“You want me to be calm! How can I be calm after you almost killed yourself?!”

“Bradley, please stop yelling at me! I’m fine, I promise.”

“Why didn’t you bail?”

I rolled my eyes. “I had everything under control!”

It was at that moment that Rooster noticed my wrist. He took a breath and took a step towards me.

“Here. Let me help,” he said, reaching out and unhooking my helmet. He gently pulled it off my head and held onto it. “You need to get that looked at- it could be broken. What were you thinking? What you did was reckless!”

“It’s not broken, and for the last time I’m fine!” I said, grabbing my helmet out of his hand and walking away from him.

“Y/N, where are you going?!”

“Somewhere where I won’t get screamed at!”

I heard Bradley walking behind and began to move quicker. I was not in the mood to hear him yelling at me.

“I like you Y/N!”

I stopped in my tracks, my back to him.

“I’m not trying to be mean, I just…I don’t want to see you get hurt. I wouldn’t get the chance to ask you out if you did something stupid, which is clearly inevitable.”

I slowly turned on my heels to face him.

“You like me?” I asked, pointing my finger at myself.

Bradley ran his fingers through his hair, a sign that he was nervous. “Yea…I’ve been wanting to ask you out for months, but was too scared you’d turn me down, so I put it off.”

“Bradley, you fly F-18s for a living and you’re too scared to ask me out?” I laughed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “Okay, let’s not dwell on that part.”

“Yes,” I said.

He looked down at me, a curious expression on his face, “Yes, to what?”

I smiled, “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

#rooster #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #rooster x fem!reader #rooster fanfiction #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #maverick #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick fanfiction #miles teller #tom cruise

[ggukiepie]

girl in luv (boy in luv pt. 6)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook finally tells you what you've been wanting to hear for so long...but you're still not happy

tags: bil!couple, college!au, bff!jk, two idiots in love, angst (what's new), fluff, happy ending !!!, kissing hihi

wc: 3.5k

a/n: lmaoooo hi im sorry this took so long. i didn't like what i originally wrote so i scrapped the whole thing and well here it is! i hope u guys like it. this is the last part for the series. tho i do plan to post some drabbles here and there (like their first time together maybe) but no promises anw thats its bye happy reading !!!! series masterlist / main masterlist

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Your phone suddenly buzzes—someone was calling you. Though, instead of answering it, you stuff your phone between your couch cushions to block out the noise. You don’t dare look at your screen, sure you’ll get tempted to answer the call—whoever that was. You haven’t got much social interaction these days, always choosing to go straight home after each class, eating by yourself, declining invites to parties and hangouts. It’s not like anyone’s forcing you to be this way. You did this to yourself, really. You’d rather be alone than hangout with people. You didn’t have the energy to do so. You just wanted to be in your bubble a little bit longer.

Deep down, you know you’re craving to talk to someone. Anyone. But somehow you always end up alone. With your thoughts.

Self-sabotage, if you will.

The thoughts don’t help either. Your mind always drifts to Jungkook. Sometimes you think about him and his girlfriend. Most of the time, you think of your friendship. You missed what you had, even though you had to guard your heart every time, even if you got your hopes up at the simplest of actions. You missed being with Jungkook because for the time you were with him, he felt like he was…yours? There was no doubt that you were his. Had been from the start but didn’t realize it till later on. Your heart always craved for him, yearned for him when he wasn’t with you. Your heart felt lighter when you were together, be it doing the most mundane of things or sharing a special moment.

If you could just toughen up and tell him how you feel. But it was easier said than done. He already indirectly rejected you when he got together with some girl. But why would he reject you if he never knew how you felt? Maybe you were too busy protecting your heart, protecting the friendship you might lose if you would’ve confessed. You never thought he’d feel the same, even though you had moments that felt like he did.

You shake your head to rid your thoughts. You try to focus on writing the essay in front of you. Your Friday nights felt different now—stuck doing homework while your friends were partying.

You’re finally two pages deep when you hear frantic knocking on your door. You check the time on your laptop and see it’s a little past one in the morning. You suddenly rush to open your door, scared that you’d get a noise complaint all of a sudden.

You stand frozen, mouth agape at the scene in front of you.

“Huh?” you dumbly say.

It’s your three closest friends in your doorway. Jimin and Taehyung are somewhat conscious—at least they’re standing upright. But you notice the sway in their stance and you can smell the alcohol off of them. But it’s Jungkook between them that makes you freeze. He’s passed out, you’re sure of it, and the only reason why he’s sort of standing up is because Jimin and Tae have his arms around their shoulders.

“Why are you guys here?” you finally say.

It’s Taehyung who speaks up, smiling that smile he has when he wants something to go his way. When he has a plan that you might say no to (which you usually do). “Jungkook,” he points at Jungkook, as if you’d confuse him with anyone else, “is drunk.”

“I can see that,” you deadpan.

“And!” Tae rushes to say, like you’re about five seconds from shutting the door in their faces. “He kept asking for you. So we are simply complying with his request.”

“Because we are great friends,” Jimin pipes in. Taehyung nods in confirmation.

“Me?” you whisper, as if Taehyung were referring to anyone else. Your mind isn’t any better than his drunk one at this point.

“Yes!” Jimin whisper shouts. “Now let us in, he’s kinda getting heavy.”

Jungkook makes an incoherent sound from where his head is leaning on Tae’s shoulder, drool making a wet patch on the poor guy’s shirt. You take pity on your best friend and step aside to let in all of them, even though your heart’s racing because Jungkook is in your apartment.

Holy shit.

You watch them bring his unconscious body to your couch (they actually drop Jungkook and giggle all the way to your door, saying their goodbyes without looking back).

You huff at the sight in front of you. Jungkook’s cheeks are flushed red and he’s a little bit sweaty. Though, he looks so peaceful sleeping on your couch. Was he really looking for you?

You get a glass of water and two aspirins, placing it on the coffee table near him. The moment you near him, you kneel by his head and wipe the stray hairs on his forehead. You look at Jungkook, like really look at him. His eyebrows are scrunched together like something’s troubling him in his dreams. His lips are in a slight pout, lip ring glistening under your light (when did he get that, anyway?), little puffs of air coming out his mouth.

“Am I…” he mumbles. Your heart races. His eyes are still closed, but his mouth continues to move. “Am I at ____’s?”

Your heart seizes at the sound of your name. You gulp and nod slowly, then realize that he can’t hear you. “Yeah…” you trail off. “You’re in my living room.”

“Oh,” your best friend says as his eyebrows scrunch up some more. “Missed you.”

You sit back on the floor and hug your knees to yourself, preparing for whatever it is that he might say next. A drunk man’s words are his sober thoughts, right?

“Jimin and Tae said you were looking for me?”

“Mhmm,” he mumbles. “Wanted to… tell you somethin’”

You shake your head. Though your heart yearned to know, you also do know it’s not the right time. Not when he’s drunk. He might just regret his words now the next morning, which might even hurt worse than what he’s about to say. “Save it for tomorrow, Kook.” You push yourself off the floor but he stops you by holding your wrist, albeit weakly.

“Nuh uh…” he whispers. “Need to know…now. Broke up with Jiwoo.” He opens his eyes slightly and looks at you right away.

“Jungkook—”

“Like,” he continues to say, “I did it for you.”

You feel your anger rising, your body heating everywhere. “I didn’t tell you to do anything,” you firmly say.

Jungkook moves to sit up and you take a step back. “No,” he shakes his head slowly. “Jus’ didn’t feel right.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you finally walk to your bedroom, slamming the door and locking it shut. You block out the sounds of Jungkook weakly calling out your name. Your fists clench in anger, the words Jungkook just uttered replaying in your head over and over. He couldn’t just dump his problems, turn around the narrative and make it seem like you made him break up with Jiwoo. That you asked him to end things with her because it didn’t feel right. And he forced himself into your home, your personal space—and drunk at that! He knew all your weak spots and used it to his advantage.

You hope he’d be gone in the morning. You don’t think your heart can hurt any more.

You hear pans clinking which promptly wakes you up. You weren’t able to sleep that much, actually, knowing Jungkook was right outside your room. You guess he stayed in the morning. He’s either cooking in your kitchen, or someone’s trying to steal your pans.

Rubbing your eyes as you open your bedroom door, you spot Jungkook by the stove with his back turned to you. He seems to be making scrambled eggs—which is the only thing he can make confidently.

“Morning,” you say. You might as well clear the air as early as now. You watch his back tense for a millisecond before he turns off the stove and sets the pan on your dining table. He turns to face you and brings a hand up to brush his hair back, a nervous tick of his that you noticed a few years back.

“Good morning,” he mumbles.

“So,” you start.

It’s so awkward you might cry again. When did things get this out of place? You start to rethink your feelings. You haven’t even confessed yet it feels like you’ve lost your best friend already. What if you confessed? What would happen then? You felt your heart closing just thinking about it now. Was your friendship really that fragile? You and Jungkook hardly fought but even if you did, you always made up right away.

“___,” he says. You look up, eyes meeting his instantly. “About last night… I’m sorry I suddenly barged into your place. I guess I really forced Tae and Jimin to bring me here.”

You nod and lean on the wall behind you, preparing for a long talk with him.

“I just really missed you, I guess—”

“Do you remember what you said last night?” you ask harshly, cutting him off so quick his shoulders tense.

Jungkook swallows nervously and nods his head. “Yeah and… I don’t know if there’s a better to say it, really. But we did break up, ____. She just wasn’t it for me.”

“And you said you did it for me,” you say, pushing him to just get to the point.

“Yes, because I realized that my heart never belonged to her. It belonged to you. Still does,” he says in a rush.

You eye him sharply, staring at his features and expression to make sure he’s completely telling the truth. You want to believe him, you really do, but why would he say that then be with someone else.

“It doesn’t make sense,” you finally say. “Why did you get together with her, then?”

“I don’t know—”

“You don’t know,” you repeat, and Jungkook’s eyes widen in panic. “You think you can come running to me right after a break up? Like I’m some second option? You don’t love her enough so you run to me instead?”

Jungkook opens and closes his mouth, mind thinking quickly to say something. His hands start to tremble and he brings a hand up to push back his hair. “I didn’t mean that,” he says hoarsely. “I didn’t realize it soon… And—” he stutters to catch his breath. “I was just scared—”

You’re fuming at this point. How could he do this to you? To just play with your feelings like that? “Get out.”

“____—"

“I mean it, Jungkook,” you shakily say. “You’ve hurt me enough. Just leave, please.”

He looks at you longingly, doe eyes watering before he nods and turns to the door in silence. You watch him put his shoes on before he leaves, not sparing you a glance. You don’t realize you’ve been tearing up as well, wiping the tears on your cheeks. Walking to the kitchen counter, you realize that Jungkook made chocolate chip pancakes. Your favorite.

It’s been a week since the incident with Jungkook and you haven’t talked to him since then. You also missed your weekly brunch with your friends, too afraid to face Jungkook. Thinking about it now, were you a little bit too harsh? Maybe. You thought you’d finally be happy upon hearing his confession but instead you pushed him away, shut him out. Because you’re scared. Terrified. Things were already going so well with Jungkook when you both were just best friends and you don’t think you can lose him forever should you actually get together and then break up.

Funny since it feels like you’ve lost him already.

It’s 8 am and you’re all alone in the student council office, trying to get some studying done as you were restless staying in your apartment. Staying there just reminds you of Jungkook, so you’ve been spending your mornings here before the other people arrive.

Suddenly, the door opens which is unusual. You usually have the place to yourself for at least another three hours. Curiously, you look up and find your best friend standing by the doorway, laptop and coffee in hand.

It’s silent for a moment, the both of you drinking each other in. Jungkook looks like he hasn’t gotten much sleep, eye bags dark and skin lackluster. You suppose you don’t look any better, knowing you barely got any sleep the past few days.

“Hi,” he finally says. You’re glad you have the long table separating the two of you. You don’t think your heart can handle being physically closer.

“Are you here for something?” you ask hesitantly.

“Can I…” He trails off, looking at the printer by the corner. You’d be laughing by now under normal circumstances. You nod instead, because it’s bizarre seeing Jungkook here asking if he can print something, which is something he liked to do back when your friendship was intact. The room is silent as you see him connect his laptop to the printer, both of you avoiding each other’s eyes. It’s too silent, actually, that it’s driving you a bit insane.

“How many pages?” you ask.

“Uhm… Fifty?” he says like he’s unsure.

“Fifty?” you repeat in a gasp. The printer is free, sure, but it’s ancient. Fifty pages will take too long and you don’t know if you can stand being in the room with him for half an hour or so.

Jungkook hands you the coffee he brought with him. “I bought you coffee as thanks.” He smiles ever so slightly and watches as you take a sip. Of course, it’s your usual order at the café down the street.

He looks at you expectantly but you’re too busy looking down at the coffee in your hands, too nervous to lock eyes with him. A few seconds later you hear him exhale and it’s just the sound of the printer in the room.

Your chest feels so tight all of a sudden like it’s ready to burst out of your ribcage any minute. It feels so heavy, so constricting that it’s starting to hurt physically. Is it really worth it harboring all this anger and pain? For conjuring up these theories in your head that will make you push him further away?

You shake your head to yourself and look up expecting to lock eyes with his, but his back is turned to you.

“Did you really mean what you said last week?” you blurt out.

Jungkook jumps in surprise and whips his body to face you, doe eyes wide. He looks surprised but he also looks relieved, and your heart breaks a little more seeing the relief cross his face the moment you talk to him.

He starts playing with the hem of his shirt absentmindedly. “I did,” he mumbles. “I mean every word I said, and I’m really sorry that everything had to turn out this way when I could’ve just been brave and confessed all those years ago.”

You nod your head at his words and process what he just said. Deep down you know you believe him, but it’s hard to keep that in mind when the hurt outweighs the truth. You look up at him with a sad smile on your face. “Why now, Kook? After all these years.”

He sighs and leans on the chair in front of him. You notice his shoulders deflate and his back hunch a little. He looks tired and you feel your own tiredness in your bones as well. “I was just scared. Us being friends was so comfortable and so good… I was just scared of things changing and me losing you.”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from crying. Looking to the side of the room to avoid his stare, you whisper, “And I know—” you choke on your words and clench your hands in frustration. “And I know I’m at fault as well—for assuming and pulling away once you got together with her. I had no right because we’re just…friends.”

It’s quiet save for the printer and his feet shuffling on the floor. You turn towards him to see Jungkook slowly walking to where you’re sat. Once he’s standing in front of you, he raises his hands towards your face but stops midway. Like he’s about to hold you but he’s hesitant.

You’re tilting your head to look up at him, eyes shiny with tears but lip turned upwards in a small smile. It’s ok, you mouth, because you don’t trust yourself to speak right now. You watch Jungkook hold your face in his hands, thumbs going behind your ears to rub at your skin slowly, fingers splayed on your cheeks to wipe your tears away.

He gathers your face in his hands, thumbs gently brushing the tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers shakily. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so, so sorry.”

You nod your head absentmindedly, heart squeezing at the affectionate way he talks to you.

“I really am sorry,” he repeats. “I… Yeah, we’re just friends but I’d like to believe that we both just know. That you felt my love the same I’ve been feeling yours ever since. Even though we’re just friends. But…I know better now.”

You look at him confusingly and he looks away from you and smiles, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. You watch in silence as he plays with his lip piercing distractedly. Finally, he turns to you still with that smile on his face. His thumb starts playing with your lower lip but he’s looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes.

You’ve seen this look on him before, every time you’re with him, and now do you only realize that it’s a look full of love, desire, yearning.

“It’s scary if we do become something more and I end up losing you,” he starts, “but I’d rather live a life of at least knowing what it feels like to love you and be loved by you, than doing nothing at all.”

Tears are streaming down your face but you’re smiling so wide and Jungkook’s doing the same as well, with his nose even scrunching up and his dimples showing.

“I think it’s normal to feel scared,” you finally reply. “But I’d also rather live a life of us loving together than loving from afar.”

It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook stare at each other. He’s wiping off your tears which makes him cry a little more, so you wipe his tears next. You’re both crying now but with happy smiles on your faces and it prompts you both to laugh.

“We were kinda stupid, huh?” Jungkook says in between giggles.

You nod and giggle back. “A bit silly, yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?” he suddenly asks. Your heart starts racing and your palms get clammy. You start feeling nervous but it’s the good kind, finally getting to do something you’ve been anticipating, been waiting for ever since you realized your heart belonged to your best friend.

“Please,” you whisper.

Jungkook wastes no times in leaning forward, his grip on your cheeks tightening just a bit, pulling you upwards to meet his lips. Your lips finally touch and it steals your breath away. Quite literally.

Jungkook’s lips are soft, slots perfectly right in between yours. He kisses how he holds you—gentle and careful. Your heart skips a beat when you feel his tongue, and you grant his wish by opening your lips just slightly.

There are no fireworks or sparks or anything grand like that. Your heart suddenly feels calm and at ease. Like this is what you’re meant to do. It feels like coming home for the first time where everything feels right. You feel a great weight lift off your shoulders and you know you’ve made the right decision by choosing love.

Jungkook pulls back but only slightly so he can catch his breath. He keeps his forehead pressed against yours and when he speaks, you feel his lips move.

“I love you,” he whispers, and the way he looks at you with his eyes, like it holds so much love and adoration and it’s all for you. “Wish I said it sooner but I don’t want to think about that. Don’t want to live and continue on with regrets. I’m so happy to have you like this,” he whispers shakily. “So lucky to be able to love you like this.”

You kiss him again which causes him to smile so wide that his dimples pop out. “I love you too.” You giggle again. Saying it is so freeing and it feels so normal too. Not some grand epiphany or realization. Like you’ve known ever since. Like your heart has felt this way throughout your years of friendship with Jungkook and only now are you able to verbalize it. You know you’re lucky, too, to be able to have him in this way. But you don’t want to give too much credit to luck. You believe yours and Jungkook’s love were destined ever since.

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook one shot #jungkook drabble #college jk #college jungkook #mine #writing #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts one shot #bts drabble #sab writes

[wineandwhisky]

Confessions

( bffs to lovers, cheating (Reader’s boyfriend), mutual pining, angst with a fluffy happy ending of sorts, Reader has been brought up catholic, hinted abuse from the boyfriend, f!reader )

744 words.

Feeling unknown

And you’re all alone

Flesh and bone by the telephone

Pick up the receiver, I’ll make you a believer

Take second best

Put me to the test

Things on your chest

You need to confess

I will deliver, you know I’m a forgiver

-Personal Jesus, Depeche Mode.

x

It’s three in the morning when Billy’s phone rings. His heart leaps into his chest when he realizes it’s you. When he answers, he can tell you’ve been crying. “Billy?” You ask, voice watery.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks calmly, but tinged with a violent intent to hurt whatever has made you cry, to gut whoever it is, and he has an idea who it is.

The pause on the other end has him itching to demand you to speak, but he knows rushing you won't help. He hears your sharp intake of breath, the shake of your voice.

“I keep thinking about you, even though I’m with him, I’ve been dreaming about you.” You confess, shame coloring your tone.

Billy feels him grow excited that you’ve been dreaming about him, “What did you dream about, baby?” He husks. He knows your boyfriend is cheating. You know it, too. Billy doesn’t understand why you stay, other than catholic guilt. He’s spent so many nights letting you cry into his shoulder, lamenting how you’d caught your boyfriend fucking his secretary.

How many nights has he fantasized about making you his? Tasting you until you’re an overstimulated mess? The feel of your fingers tugging on his hair, and the feel of your thighs squeezing his ears?

Too many.

His desire for you scares him, because he knows if let’s it, it’ll consume him.

“He’ll never let me go.” You’d confessed once, while having a beer with him. You looked miserable as you peeled the paper off the bottle.

Billy’s fingers had tangled in your hair in a hard grip, making you look at him. “Then I’ll cut his fingers off so he can never touch you again.” He said, and god he meant it. He hated Carter. He was a rich, pretty boy, and an abuser.

Billy had never kept a woman, but he’d always let them know up front that he didn’t want a relationship with them. That it was all in fun.

But god, he wanted you.

You were surprised how unafraid you were, how his words excited you, as you pressed your thighs together, aching.

He noticed, eyes briefly watching you as he sipped his beer, almost tempting you to kiss him like you had that summer.

“About you teasing me, tasting me.” You say, your tears subsiding, he can hear the need in your voice.

Fuck, Billy thinks as palms himself, aching for you. “Is that all, baby?” He asks.

“You settled between my thighs, made love to me.” You whine softly, and he can imagine you pressing your legs together, like the time he caught you watching him and Frank topless one summer, fixing Frank’s truck. You’d been sitting on the porch with a lemonade watching Billy, the sweat glistening off his back. Frank might as well have not been there.

But he always watched you too, in those pretty sundresses or short shorts. He remembered sharing strawberries with you at a picnic, tasting them in your mouth. You’d felt ashamed then, you were with your boyfriend. But you couldn’t stop tasting Billy’s mouth too, both of you content to lay on the blanket, kissing.

For a while, he was wanted.

“Yeah? Is that what you want, baby? For me to make love to you?” He’d always hated the term, but it’s different with you. It always has been.

He can hear noise as you shift on your chair, “Yes. I want to be your good girl.” You tell him.

Billy groans audibly. “Good girls don’t tease their best friend.” He says, thinking of all the ways he could punish you, for your pleasure and his.

“I want you so bad, Bill. I want to be yours.” You sigh dreamily.

“Then leave him, and be mine.” Billy says darkly, making you whine low again, you can imagine his eyes dark and intense.

“Will you be mine, too?” You ask, shyly.

“Yeah, baby. I’m yours.” He’s never wanted to belong to anyone, but he realizes he wants to belong to you.

You let out another shaky breath, “Come take me away then.”

Billy stands up from his bed, “I’m on my way.”

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

[ughgoaway]

happy (late) halloween omg ace! i am so glad to see we are all in shambles over the halloween show i swear matty chose violence (quite literally) with the patrick bateman costume like..... will instantly be imprisoned if I voiced my thoughts about those photos bye-

also the halloween blurb???????? mainly just sending this to scream ab how it literally killed me bye this is so stupid but it instantly made me so happy to read after work and oh i am weepy and weak at the idea of annie masterminding a group costume 😭 even the simplest or ur writings i absolutely adore (still not over the massive list of pre reader dad matty blurbs oh that made my DAY i tell u...)

can we just.... the idea of annie begging u to join them trick or treating,,,, and reader meeting mayhem and mayhem holding the candy bucket in his mouth while annie shows u how well she can walk the 'massive horse dog' 😭😭 and the way u just fit in their unit together so well... oh matty absolutely can feel his heart bursting at the sight gn (and also u getting mistaken for being annies mom/his wife multiple times and the way he just cannot handle how oddly right it feels.... bye!)

(bff anon hopes ur doing better ace! just know basically anything u post..... ive basically read bye need to stop lurking like an insane person 💀 xx)

HAPPY VERY LATE HALLOWEEN!!! It is my fault this is so late, I just couldn't stop talking… are we shocked tho? Jail is calling my name with some of the things I said in dms… let alone my thoughts FUCKING HELL. it was too good-

Stop I'm so glad you liked it, I just love them on Halloween so much. The fact that it made you happy after work actually just added 20 years to my life I'm so glad!!!! I made your day?!?!? Please I'm gonna vomit. You are so sweet and kind. Those ideas were all so fucking good, a google doc has been created bc I loved them so much. You are a genius truly.

Literally, this idea has been living in my mind rent-free in my mind ever since you sent it. MAYHEM HOLDING THE BUCKET YOU'RE KIDDING. Any mayhem content and I am obsessed (hence the mayhem reference in the actual fic), but this image has me sobbing.

(lots more insanity below the cut)

I am gonna alter what you said so slightly bc teacher girlie is PROFESSIONAL and she has work/life boundaries… sometimes… let's say Annie does BEG you to come trick or treating with them and you have to break it to her that you definitely cannot do that but you hope she has the best time ever. “But miss y/n I want you to meet my doggy, he's coming with us. He's gonna be scooby doo! My daddy is shaggy, and I’m Daphne. He's trying to get my uncle George to be Fred, but he wants to have a party with my auntie Charli. They are gonna be-” You have to cut in before Annie gives you a detailed list of everyone she knows costumes (but also, isn't the Scooby gang iconic for them all?!). 

You, of course, have a pumpkin out and are waiting for trick-or-treaters and have the full-size chocolate bars because you always wanted to be that house. A knock at your door happens, and you come running to it in your Wizard of Oz costume. Who is behind that door but the whole Healy family? Matty just makes a noise of shock that he later over-thinks massively, “but Ross, it was such a weird noise. I basically choke-coughed at her. No stop laughing-” Ross eventually assures Matty you didn't notice. 

You did and later tease him about it when you finally get together, “I swear I had to actually bite the inside of my cheek to not laugh, it was so ridiculous” and Matty is like “Can you blame me?? You were in that cute little dress, and you had those plaits with the bows on the end. You were asking me to choke on thin air when you dress like that, sweetheart.” And you're like… “well I think I still have that costume in my wardrobe upstairs if you'd be interested in-”. Immediately, his face lights up, “WHICH ONE? THE BIG WARDROBE OR THE SMALL ONE?” he shouts whilst dragging you up the stairs as you giggle uncontrollably.

Anyway, sorry I got distracted, HALLOWEEN! They're reasonably late in the night, and somehow Matty gatherers himself enough to talk to you, “ohmygod hi!” he says and awkwardly waves, another moment he thinks about far too often (“Why couldn't I do anything normal around you.” and you reassure him “dont worry, babe. it was cute, I swear”) 

Annie perks up and shows you mayhem who just adores you, wagging his tail and you bend down to his level and he's licking all over your face and you just can't stop laughing, matty is mortified. “Oh god y/n I’m so sorry he isn't normally this friendly, very weird actually… but please just- oh mayhem please can you stop-” and he's tugging at the lead trying not to die of embarrassment.

You insist it is fine, and Annie begs you to walk him “Just for a little bit miss y/n! Because then you can see how strong he is and then how strong I am because I walk him all by myself” This comment has you looking at Matty behind her who just shakes his head, confirming that this, in fact, is not true and just another Annie exaggeration.

You agree, grab your bag and come to walk with them for a bit, only after confirming with Matty about 30 times that it's really okay, “are you sure I do not want to intrude” you ask and Matty just dies at your kind eyes looking up at him whilst cuddling mayhem.

“Of course! I'm sure Dorothy would be good friends with the Scooby gang. Please, walk with us” and he offers his hand to pull you up. It's the first time you've really touched, and god, the spark flying thing may seem like a fairytale, but you both swear in that moment that you actually get a shock from the touch. Of course, his hand lingers a little longer than necessary as you stare at each other just vaguely holding hands. Your brain catches up, and you start moving, but god, you wish that moment could've dragged on forever, as does Matty.

As soon as you and Matty get properly talking, you end up walking with them for a longgg time. One house in particular though makes a mistake that lives on in infamy in your relationship in the future.

“oh god, that one house that thought we were together, that moment was on replay in my head for weeks after. The idea that someone else could see us together just confirmed to me I was head over heels for you, and then sadly solidified that it couldn't happen after you corrected her and I was sharply reminded you were my daughter's teacher”

Maybe it's an older woman who opens the door and jumps at mayhem originally but is soon cooing over him and giving him milk bones, “What a pretty boy” and Annie is giggling and telling the woman all about her “horse dog” (nice reference btw bff anon I love u).

Soon, she looks up and actually addresses you and Matty, “Sorry! You must be mum and dad. What a lovely little girl you've raised, and what a beautiful couple you are! Reminds me of me and my husband, constantly talking and laughing” You and matty just stand there open-mouthed like fish for a good few seconds. Annie is, of course, laughing hysterically. You both stutter out explanations, “Oh no-” “Oh I'm actually her teacher. It's a funny story so they knocked and i was like-” Of course, the woman apologised profusely, but the comment haunts you and Matty for WEEKS.

Perhaps a few more people coo at your “lovely family” and perhaps you just… stop correcting them…

Cut to Matty talking to himself (and mayhem) at 3 a.m. in the kitchen whilst making tea, “No it's totally normal people thought that. Man + woman + child + dog = family. and so what we stopped correcting them?? That's normal too… We just got sick of it. And it's also fine that it made me feel weird. It was a weird situation. Anyone would get butterflies at someone saying they're a nice couple. Right, mayhem?” and Mayhem somehow gives him a look that says “Really?” and Matty sighs and nods.

I think this might be the moment he goes “fuck.” and realises he really does like you. And he just… freaks out. Calls Ross and talks a million miles an hour.

I'M SO SORRY I LITERALLY CANT SHUT UP, WHEN WILL I STOP?!

I am doing much better and I literally cannot believe someone likes my bullshit enough to read my posts, I am genuinely obsessed with you?!?! KEEP LURKING I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU!!!

blurb masterlist here!!

#late Halloween stuff bc i love Halloween too much #the idea of trick or treating with matty has killed me thanks for asking #ace cant shut tf up again #bff anon <33333 #anon! #teacher au! #matty healy fanfic

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Smart plugs are bad for dogs health

PSA: We adopted our dog, Rowdy, from the shelter 5 years ago. He was already an adult dog, so we estimate he is about 11 or 12 years old at this point. I love this dog. He is the sweetest soul and my BFF. For the past week or so he hasn’t been acting like himself. He licked a raw spot on his foot. He was panting constantly. He was pacing. Sunday morning, the pacing and panting got so bad, and I was REALLY nervous that there was something seriously wrong with him. For 45 minutes, he panted like crazy and constantly paced back and forth. He was keeping his tail tucked down all the time. His ears were pinned back. He would not settle down and he wouldn’t eat. We tried everything. I ended up giving him a trazadone that he takes sometimes when he goes to the groomer. It seemed to take a little bit of the edge off, but not much. He still wouldn’t eat and still wouldn’t settle. I took off work on Monday so I could take him to the vet. We did bloodwork and x-rays. Knowing he is a senior dog, I was trying to prepare myself for the worst case scenario. I was glad to see his bloodwork was great except for some elevated liver enzymes. The x-rays showed he was a little backed up but no major issues. He got an anti-nausea injection and some Gabapentin to help with some tenderness in his back and to hopefully help keep him calm. When we got home, he was ok for a little bit, but eventually started pacing and panting again. We walked around the neighborhood for a long time and he used the bathroom a lot. He seemed pretty happy about that and was in good spirits until we got home and he refused to come back in the house. Every time I took him out that evening, he would hunker down like he didn’t want to come back in the house. When my vet called and I gave her the update, she suggested there may be some new electronic device in the house that was emitting a high frequency noise that is hurting his ears. We had just put new smart outlets in the house about a week ago. His pacing and panting were worse when the lamps were on, so I unplugged all the smart outlets. He stopped panting, stopped pacing, and ate his food. His tail was even up and wagging again. When I plugged the smart outlets all back in and asked Alexa to turn on the lamps, he immediately started panting and pacing again. My husband used an app to test the frequency of the smart outlets. It was off the charts. We've left the outlets unplugged for two days and have confirmed that it is definitely the smart outlets that are causing his stress and discomfort. He's back to being a totally normal dog now. I really thought this was the end for Rowdy based on the way he was acting. I am so thankful for Dr. Newell at BoonesCreek AnimalHospital for figuring out this simple solution. If your pets are exhibiting similar symptoms, you may want to consider checking your electronics first. I cannot express how relieved I am that he is ok now

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jinsik the kinda bf that’s always always alwaysss so smiley he just loves you so much he can’t hide it

Watching a movie together? he’s admiring you, having given up watching the movie the moment he noticed how engrossed you were with the film, a soft smile on his lips ESP as ur teasing him for not paying attention to the screen and staring at u instead…. Just has a sheepish smile that says ‘how could I NOT be looking at you?’

Kissing???? Oh u BET he’ll be smiling into it… his big ol goofy jinsik smile that you can FEEL when you kiss.. whether it’s a peck or a make out session he will be smiling like a goofy love sick foolllll

Literally could be doing the most mundane thing and he’s there starstruck smiling and entranced like you’re the most beautiful amazing thing he’s ever seen (cause u are to him!!!!)

and cough cough ahem ahem nsfw ahead….

Even when you’re doing the deed he’s smiling, just so happy to be with you….!!! Even happier to be allowed to be the one that you’re intimate with!! He just loves you so much he can’t hide the big smile on his face!! Even in his more serious moments he’ll sometimes crack through the tough facade and smile at you even if he’s trying to be a mean dom

UGGHHHGHHH and if you’re giving him head…!???? he’s looking down at you with the most LOVING gaze, smiling so hard you think his face is gonna freeze like that😫

And if you bring it up to him?? He gets SO flustered cause he KNOWSSS he’s wrapped around your finger… hides his face behind his hands but even then he’s still smiling like a goof and his ears are ever so slightly tinged red from embarrassment

i am SO normal about jinsik🙏 so sane🙏

Warnings — Contains smut, MDNI.

The smiling while kissing part oh my gosh, pulling away and complaining about his lips going taut in the middle of making out because the urge is much too strong to resist that it makes his cheeks ache :( he’d apologize, pulling you back in with his hands gently cupping your cheeks but a small giggle would be pushing you away before his lips even make contact again, casually prompting the two of you to share the laughter, quick pecks between your shared expression of adoration for one another because that’s all the two of you can manage. I’m SICK.

He 100% would be so shy about being caught staring at you by his members in the beginning of your relationship, but eventually he’ll come to a point where he’s able to block out all the surrounding noise, his attention solely on you, I can see him with his arm propped on top of a table, his cheek in his palm and a hand rubbing against your thigh lovingly, just so busy soaking in your presence that he’s unbothered by the pointing fingers and hushed giggles across from him.

I think along with the cute smiley sex he would get into the habit of being vocal about his feelings, obviously he wouldn’t have a whole dialogue prepared to recite, but small sweet things like “Thank you for letting me see you like this, my beautiful girl, you’re so sexy.” Or “Can’t believe you want just me, only wan’ my cock stuffing you full? God- ‘m so lucky.” with his pretty eyes low, lidded with arousal from being able to see you in such a light, his eye contact wouldn’t fall astray either! Says it with his whole chest while making sure that you see his eyes are just focused on your face.

While giving him head too?! You’re so right!! The type to rub softly at your cheeks, his teeth peering out from behind his pink lips, his tongue swiping at the inside of his mouth with that far gone look on his face.

GOD. YOUR BRAIN. I’M SO GLAD YOU SENT THIS IN BFF.

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