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livinginshambles · 9 months

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I'll reschedule | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: James faces the consequences of his actions. A confrontation goes wrong and you have a chat with Sirius.

Notes: Thank you guys for your kind comments! I hope I tagged everyone that wanted to be tagged. Also the parent part is very self-indulgent lmao

Part one Masterlist

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James spent the following days trying to get your attention and receiving a taste of his own medicine.

You gave him another smile that didn’t fully reach your eyes and he cursed at himself for somehow having your relationship feel so distant and awkward. He was your boyfriend for Merlin’s sake!

“I can’t, I’m-“

“-sorry, yeah. I know.” James almost let out a pained laugh at the irony of the situation.

‘Oh how the tables have turned,’ James bitterly thought to himself in defeat. You leaned forward as if you were going to give him a kiss, his heart jumping at the thought.

He realised in horror that he couldn’t recall the last time he had given you a proper kiss on the lips and could do nothing but watch in disappointment as you changed your mind mid-step and left for whatever it was that you had planned, with nothing but a small wave.

James spent the next day in class stealing glances at you. You noticed it of course, but couldn’t bring yourself to look back, humiliation at his words still lingering in the back of your mind. ‘Why are feelings so complicated’, you groaned in dismay.

You sighed and buried your face in your hands, arms propped up by your elbow on your desk. You’d talk to him tomorrow. Tomorrow was the last day before Christmas holidays. If everything went south, you’d be able to escape for two weeks. Not that you needed that back up plan. Everything was going to be fine.

Everything was not fine.

“You were eavesdropping on us?!” James shouted out, an offended look on his face and his hands thrown in the air. You visible winced at his loud voice.

You couldn’t help but scoff at the fact that of all the things you said, what you finally confessed about your feelings, that that’s what he picked up on.

You stared at him in disbelief for a moment. Your mouth open while you tried to look for words.

“You’re really going to- you know what? Yes. And I’m sorry for eavesdropping alright? In fact, I too would’ve preferred not to have heard you guys say those horrible things, but I did hear it all, and you did say all that,” you shot back angrily.

“But if you wanted me to back off and be less of a clingy, high maintenance attention demanding loner, then maybe, just maybe,” you stressed the word maybe. “You could’ve pulled me aside and told me you were embarrassed of me in private, instead of telling all your friends except for me! That’s not how a relationship works, that’s cowardice.”

“Oh so you’re an expert on relationships now?” He scoffed. “How would you know how relationships are supposed to work, I’m the first bloody friend and boyfriend you’ve ever had! If not for me, you would have no one.” He spat out the last sentence and as soon as it left his mouth, he clamped his mouth shut and took two steps back in disbelief at his own words. Regret immediately setting in.

Your face was heating up, in embarrassment and anger. You took a few steps back in shock as well. You wanted to yell at him, tell him that you’d become friends with your potions partner recently, that he wouldn’t know that, because he’d been acting like an arse with his head stuck up in it, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to fight. You took a deep breath.

‘Count to ten, Y/N.’

James opened his mouth and closed it again, no words coming out, still shocked at himself. He felt like he was in a daze, that this was a bad dream.

The silence was too much, the tension too high. He half expected you to reach out and slap him across the face, but also knew you wouldn’t. So instead he stood there frozen, awaiting your reaction.

James could feel blood rushing in his ears before you finally broke the silence.

“That’s not how a relationship works for me,” you repeated calmly but firmly, completely disregarding his insult. This time however, you emphasized the last two added words.

James seemed to sober up alarmingly fast at that. He shot up in panic and shook his head in denial. “No, I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean any of it! I’m not embarrassed of you, Darling. I’m not, I promise,” he tried, finally finding the words.

He looked at you pleadingly and watched helplessly as you pulled a hand through your hair in a distressed manner, jerking away from him when he reached out to you.

It was quiet again in the room. The only sounds your heavy breathing.

“It’s not working for me.” You eventually whispered, hurt evident in your voice at your sad realisation. You said it more to yourself than to him, but his ears caught it anyway.

James’ heart skipped in fear. The implication of your words were crystal clear to him. It smacked him in square the face and had him physically reel back. He stumbled back into the nearest wall. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you two breaking up was ever a possibility. You were madly in love with each other. And he loved you so incredibly much, you knew that, right? He felt nauseous.

You didn’t spare him another glance and stumbled away, desperate to get away from him. James’ knees buckled and he sunk to the floor, shock keeping the tears at bay for now.

Everything was really not fine.

“Prongs! Welcome back mate, I heard you’re a free man again!” Sirius greeted James with a cheer and a slap on the back when entered the common room. Sirius was wearing a big grin on his face.

James jerked away and furiously shook his head. “No, she- we haven’t broke up,” He insisted. “We had a fight b-but, we never officially said we were done, so we’re still- she’s still my girlfriend. So don’t say that, it's not true-“

Sirius noticed how distraught James actually was about the situation and the grin abruptly fell off his face, making space for concern. He put his hand on James shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. He threw a look at Peter and Remus who looked taken aback by his defensive tone, also looking concerned.

“Okay,” Sirius nodded. “She’s still your girl, Prongs. Understood.” James nodded back and then shook Sirius’ arm off his shoulder and went upstairs to their room, plopping down on his bed, smothering his head in his pillow where he could finally cry.

You took the train and left Hogwarts that very same day. You called your dad and he promised to come pick you up at the platform. When you saw him, the only one on the platform so late in the evening, you ran up to him and he held you tightly. “Come on, sweetheart,” he nodded in appreciation at the elf who brought your luggage and brought you home.

You sighed and plopped on your bed, face first into the mattress. Exhaustion downing on you all at once and you fell asleep within minutes.

Your mother knocked on the door, knowing that that sufficed as you were a light sleeper. “Honey?” She called. “I know it’s late, but I think you should eat something nonetheless.” You made a noise.

“That mean I can come in?”

You lift you head up so you could say yes and she came in with a bowl of soup. You gratefully accepted it and she took the liberty of sitting next to you.

“You want to tell me about it?”

“Not really,” you admitted and your mother gave you and understanding look. “Then we’ll keep you distracted for now. In fact, the day after tomorrow, your father and I are having dinner with the Black family. You could come with us.”

“But it’ll just be all business talk,” you groaned, placing your bowl of soup on your night stand.

“Yeah, well you know the Black family is the main investor in your father’s business, business talk is unavoidable. But you know what, it wouldn’t be just business. They said that they would love to meet you.”

‘Doubtful,’ you thought.

“I’ll think about it.” You replied.

“That’s okay, you have another day to consider it.” And with that, your mother kissed your forehead before leaving your room, taking the empty bowl with her. “Goodnight honey,” she said before closing the door gently. ‘Sirius was always spending his holidays at Hogwarts, so it’d be safe to go,’ you considered.

‘So the fates are really into proving me wrong, lately huh,” you thought to yourself as you spotted Sirius with a scowl on his face, standing with his parents in front of their manor to great you.

And so, before you know it, you were sitting at the end of the ridiculously long table, in front of Sirius. You wondered where his younger brother Regulus was. “Let the children sit together, business is boring to them anyways,” you father had said.

Though he hadn’t been wrong, you would pay to be part of the adult talks rather than sit here in awkward silence, avoiding Sirius’ eyes.

The past three days had been a rollercoaster for Sirius. First, he had been mildly annoyed at the letter that came with an owl that belonged to his mother. Then, he had been absolutely dreading going home. He also felt bad and concerned for James, because he was being a sad pile of bones. And when he saw you, surprise and guilt seeped in. A real rollercoaster.

Sirius kept staring intensely at you. Finally, you’ve had enough and you snapped at him. “What do you want.”

“I need to talk to you, privately.”

“Why would I talk with my ex's best friend?We have nothing to talk about, and I’d rather die than be in a room alone with an arsehole like you.”

“You’re not his ex.” He pointed out.

You raised your eyebrows at his words, inquiring him to explain himself.

“You’re not- You two are still together. I mean, you never officially said it was over. You’re still his girlfriend, he’s still your boyfriend. James is still holding on to that.” Sirius searched your face for reactions to that confession but found nothing.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just officially send him an owl then,” you replied dryly, done with his crap. You threw your napkin on the table and got up. You excused yourself, thanked Sirius’ mother for the food and walked out of the room. So much for this being a distraction from James.

“Wait, Y/N!” Sirius yelled out as he chased after you. You kept walking, neither slowing down, nor speeding up, as you walked in the direction of your house, despite knowing that it was an hour drive by car.

A heavy silence hung between you two as he walked next to you, both staring out in front of yourselves.

“It’s my fault.”

Now this made you look up at Sirius. You eyed him up and down sceptically, coming to a stop. “Don’t give yourself so much credit, Black. You’re definitely not my favourite person on this planet, but despite you talents at DADA, last I checked, you can’t cast the Imperio curse yet.” Sirius refrained from grinning at your retort.

“So unless you’re telling me that you’ve been using the polyjuice potion and posing as James Potter who has been a massive twat of a boyfriend for over a month, I highly doubt it’s your fault.” With that, you continued walking again.

“No, and no. You’re right, I guess.”

“I am.”

Sirius gave you a look and tried again. “Look, he was just all over you. And maybe I had to get used to Prongs being a taken guy, all mushy, but we all missed him. So I teased him a little,” he explained but hesitated at the end.

“You teased him a little,” you flatly repeated. “You teased him and it turned him into an asshole?”

“It was just a bunch of guys laughing about our whipped friend,” he paused. “Okay and some complaining,” he admitted. “I didn’t know he would straight up go to avoiding you because he was embarrassed to show affection in front of us though.”

You massaged your temples. “Okay first of all, you suck and you’re a shitty friend.” Sirius pulled a face. “Eh, deserved,” he scratched the back of his head.

“But my point still stands. James chose to lie to me by making up excuses to not have to be around me.” You huffed in frustration. “I’m not... I’ve never been in a relationship before, but I’m pretty sure that’s like, rule number one of things not to do.” You kicked against a pebble on the road.

“And then he goes and says horrible stuff about me behind my back. That’s probably rule number two,” you added, a frown on your face at the recollection of events.

“But if that wasn’t enough, he didn’t listen to me when I told him how I felt about it and instead yelled at me, trying to shift the blame on me, as if it’s my fault that I overheard you guys. Oh and also, he insulted me again! Though, in my face this time, I’ve got to give him that.” You mumbled the last part bitterly and looked back up at Sirius who awkwardly looked at his feet while listening to you rant.

“So no, Sirius. You were a shitty friend, but by no means the cause of our break up. That’s on James.”

“Please, you don’t understand,” Sirius pleaded again. “James is miserable alright? As in he’s kind of being pathetic right now, he refuses to believe you guys broke up. He keeps insisting that you’re still together, that he still has a chance to make up to you.”

It was your turn to look at your feet. Sirius continued. It was his turn to talk now and he felt he needed to help his friend. “He loves you so much. He really misses you.”

You wryly smiled at Sirius. “He tell you to say that?”

“No. Well, not explicitly.” Sirius patted his back pockets and fished a crumpled envelope out of it. He handed it over. When you opened it, you found a folded piece of paper that simply said ‘I am so sorry. I miss you and I love you so much.’ In James’ handwriting. You sighed.

“Look, I’m just trying to help my git of a friend who is madly, hopelessly in love with you. And I’m trying to make things right between you two because I am partially at fault. And I know you love him. He’s just being an big idiot.”

“Try ginormous.”

Sirius now openly grinned. Okay maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

“Will you please talk to him? I’m sure he will apologize because he regrets everything. I know he does. And if you decide you don’t want to be in a relationship anymore, you tell him. Just not by sending an owl right now before talking one more time, please.”

A car sounded its horns behind you and you turned around to see your mother and father. The car stopped next to you and the door opened. You turned to look at Sirius again. “Will you see James before I do?” You asked. Sirius nodded.

You handed him the envelope back. He hesitated to accept it. “Give him this. Don’t worry, I’m not breaking up with my boyfriend. I’ll talk to him at Hogwarts.” You reassured him.

Relieved at your words, Sirius took the envelope and you gave him a thumbs up. “You’re not so bad, Black,” you said as you got in the car.

“Back at you!” He called after you. He watched your car drive off.

He checked inside the envelope and found the folded piece of paper. When he unfolded it, he found a uno reverse card stuck in between.

James was nervous. He impatiently paced around on platform 9¾, having arrived there way too early. Sirius had moved in with him over the holidays, running away from home and had brought a certain envelope with him. James heart had leaped when he found your card, putting it carefully under his pillow at night, carrying it in his pocket during the day.

“Merlin, Prongs would you just stand still,” Sirius commented from where he sat, leaning against a wall, cigarette twirling between his fingers.

“I can’t, Padfoot. This is literally the moment that will define the rest of my life!” James exclaimed dramatically, but walked over to Sirius and plopped down next to him anyways, mimicking Sirius’ action by twirling the game card around.

“Mate, you’ll be fine. She literally let you know she loved you too.” He nodded at the object James’ hands.

“But what if she loves me, but realised that she wants to be with someone who hasn’t acted like a stupid idiot?” James’ heart was racing at the thought. He’d spent the entire first week wallowing misery.

Other students started to arrive at the platform and James got back up to start pacing around again.

You softly pushed him away and immediately, the stream of self-deprecating words, apologies and other rambles flowed out of James’ mouth. You pecked his lips again to shush him.

You spotted each other at the same time. You offered him a hesitant smile but it was enough for James to take off in a sprint towards you.

He stopped in in front of you, unsure and apologies ready on the tip of his tongue. Someone called your name behind you and you looked back to see Wylan.

Turning to face James again, you offered him a fond expression and tiptoed to press a peck to his lips. James immediately responded to the kiss and he sighed in relief, shoulders less tense.

“We’ll talk later, okay?”

No, not okay, he wanted to say but you cut him to it.

“I’ve got a friend waiting for me,” you beamed up at him in pride and he melted at the sight. “Okay,” he relented, making a mental note to tell Remus and Peter to apologize to you too.

“You’ll let me know when you have time?” He asked.

“I’ll make time for you,” you assured him. “We’ll talk after supper, if you don’t have any plans of course,” you teased.

James shook his head laughing. “I won’t,” He replied earnestly.

“You don’t know that! Like what if a famous Quidditch player wants to meet you after supper, huh? Then what?” You challenged him. He shrugged.

“I’ll reschedule.” He grinned.

You shake your head and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. He watched you head in the direction of your Ravenclaw friend who had his back turned to you and walked back to Sirius.

“Wylan!” You skipped over and slung an arm around him, ruffling his already messy hair. He looked up as if he’d been caught doing something wrong and relaxed with a smile when he saw it was just you. You laughed at his skittish behaviour. “So how was your holiday?”

“I actually got a book on alchemy for Christmas. I brought it with me, thought maybe you’d help me?” He asked nervously, a bit embarrassed at his request.

“Oh none of that,” you waved your hand at his antics. “I’ve been helping you with dyslexia for a while now, of course I’ll help!” He offered you a grateful smile.

“You have it with you now?”

Wylan nodded and pulled out a ridiculously heavy book. You whistled. “Better get started on that right away, huh. We should find a seat.”

You two moved to get on the Hogwarts Express, but before you disappeared inside, you looked back at James to see he did the same thing. You exchanged smiles, he dramatically made a deep bow and mouthed ‘milady’. Then he turned around and pumped his fist in the air, grinning from ear to ear.

Sirius patted James on the back when he returned. “See, nothing to worry about. Right back to snogging your girl,” he laughed out loud, but no malicious intent this time.

“Still a long way to go, though,” James admitted, but he wore a fond smile on his face at the thought of you, all giddy inside. “But we’ll be alright, I think. I’ll be the best bloody boyfriend out there you know. You better get used to the snogging. And be nice to her, she really means a lot to me.”

Sirius pushed him. “I’ll have you know that we’re on extremely good terms now,” he exaggerated.

James snorted. “No, you’re not,” he immediately said.

Sirius grinned, having fun riling him up. “Why don’t you go ask her yourself, if you don’t believe me.”

James and Sirius walked towards their own compartment where they waited for Peter and Remus, arguing about it.

About two months later, Gryffindor had won the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. You ran down the stands and up to James, jumping in his arms. He fiercely kissed you, his friends and teammates hollering at him.

“Good luck charm,” he cheekily mumbled against your lips while flipping the others off, earning laughter. When the celebratory party was finally over, and the marauders and you retreated to their dorm, James instantly pulled you onto his lap, locking you in with his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you wriggled to get some air. Jokingly, you tapped out three times in mock surrender.

“And the winner is...”, Sirius drumrolled. “James Potter!” Remus and Peter jokingly clapped and cheered.

“Means you can let her breathe now, Prongs.” You mouthed a thank you at Sirius.

James pouted, offended. “Since when are you two such good buddies,” He complained.

Sirius stuck his tongue out. “Wouldn’t you like to know, lover boy. I told you, Y/N and I are on extremely good terms now.” He winked at you.

“Thought you’d be more happy that your girlfriend and brother could get along. I mean, figured it won’t be long until she becomes my sister-in-law.”

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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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Hiiiii❤️ I idk if this is a Drabble or a headcaon but here I go anyways😅 . Hear some context So you don’t think I’m some weirdo. So in the 2017 movie called the babysitter and this character Allison got shot in the b00b and she “omg he shot me in the b00b what kind of dçk shots a girl in the b00bs” (funny scene) so basically fem!reader with platonic!taskforce141. And there on a mission and suddenly they hear the same line on their coms and they’re like 😳

(feel free to ignore)

A/N: LMAO - I had to look up the scene for this as a reference. Just picturing Price's paternal disappointment when he realizes his team acts like a bunch of children. Sorry, this is rlly short!

Summary: Your attempt at comedic relief sets off a chain reaction of immaturity.

Warning(s): platonic!141, canon-typical mild injury, suggestive language, AFAB!Reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 554

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Compared to some of the other operations you’d done with them, this was a piece of cake. A simple infiltrate and exfil mission where you’d be clearing house in one of Hassan’s safehouses—a mere breadcrumb leading to the man himself.

Price thought it would go smoothest if everyone split up, but to keep within shouting distance. It was only a small facility, after all.

Being ambushed? Shot? That was not something you saw in the cards for today.

Luckily, you got a bullet in him before he had a chance to do worse. But here you were, slumped against the wall with all the air knocked out of your lungs.

“Heard the shots, Sergeant. You broken?”

Captain Price’s voice crackled through near instantly, the second he had pulled the trigger on you. Though it took a few seconds, you managed to recuperate, and asses the room in front of you. The man who shot you K.I.A, and you very fortunate.

You peered down at your chest; indeed not broken, but injured. The vest had absorbed the shot, causing a relieved sigh to escape your lips. Obviously, if you really had a bullet in your chest, you wouldn’t just be sitting there—but the adrenaline of escaping death eliminated any rationality.

You unbuttoned the first few buttons on your shirt, seeing a welt on your breast as if the man had his gaze set on them when he pulled the trigger. Still, with your hand on the button of your radio, you finally gave some sort of answer.

“Bastard shot me in the boobs.” It was a mumble, but there was no way in hell they didn’t hear that.

As you winced, you seemed to forget that the entire team was on the other line—probably way more concerned with your life than the health of your tits. “What kind of dick shoots a girl in the boobs?” You asked rhetorically, despite the astonished silence on the other line.

“You were shot in your…?” Gaz was the first to speak up, his tone practically painting the picture of his signature squint.

Before the next voice chimed in, you could swear you heard whoever it was stifling a laugh. “Thanks for that.” Soap chimed in, accent crackling against the static. His smirk was visible even if his words; the natural flirt in him coming out no matter what.

Ghost had remained silent, probably muting his comms so he didn’t have to listen to this. And Price? Oh, Price… He’s got his head in his hands with pure disappointment. How did this status update turn so unprofessional, so quickly?

“Wait, let me get this straight,” Soap comes in again, a smug sneer on his face. “He shot you on the—”

“Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” Price blurts, interrupting the immature banter daring to be further set in motion. He was fighting every urge to crack a smile at the pure ridiculousness, but his poker face and stern tone prevented it.

“Tactical or not, John, it’s a tough break.” Laswell comes in, your only saving grace against Price’s father-like disappointment. She was the last superior of yours you’d expected to find it humorous, but she did, nonetheless.

This would definitely be the source material for the next HR meeting, you could see it now.

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sebscore · 11 months

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if you feel comfortable doing so, how do you think the grid would react if gzd was going through a rough patch and she’s being like really quiet and in her head?

i’m kinda slipping back into this era and i just need the grids comfort

THIS IS ALL I NEVER WANTED

pairing: lando norris x driver!reader / daniel ricciardo x driver!reader / sebastian vettel x driver!reader / lewis hamilton x sebastian vettel

warnings: reader feels defeated and is ready to give up. swearing. mention of sexism.

author’s note: the comfort fic is finally hear, lmao :) sorry that it took me this long, got caught up with gentle hit, but it’s here now !!

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''That's the car of Y/L that goes into the gravel- another DNF for the young driver.'' Crofty commented as he watched her retire from the fight for the third consecutive race.

Meanwhile in the car, Y/N's radio was bombarded by her engineer. ''We're so sorry, Y/N. A podium was possible, but we'll keep pushing harder for next time. We'll debrief.'' Marco apologised, frustration and guilt audible in his voice.

''Understood.'' The indifferent tone came as a surprise to the team and viewers, but it was understandable as the driver hadn't been able to finish a race in over a month.

The ride back to the paddock was humiliating to say the least. The pitiful looks from fans, the judging eyes of critics and the loud whispers didn't do much to brighten the dark cloud that was her mind.

Her post-race interviews also weren't a great help to her already declining confidence.

''It's the third consecutive DNF for you- how are you managing to stay positive and to not lose hope in the car?'' Nathalie asked her, sounding compassionate.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. ''Nothing is positive at all,'' she sarcastically chuckled, ''I think I'm doing everything right and then it all goes wrong for some reason.''

''I'm working hard with the team, but it doesn't seem like it's paying off at the moment. I'm just very disappointed and I- yeah, well, I hate the car.''

The reporter in front of her wasn't used to the visible pessimism of the female driver. Y/N was known for her cheerful and up-beat character, always open for a chat and ready to take on any challenge. That figure seemed to be missing at the moment.

''I hope it gets better for you, Y/N. You're an amazing driver and I wish you good luck for the next race weekend, thank you so much for talking to us.'' Nathalie rounds up the interview before signalling to her cameraman to stop the filming.

Y/N was about to leave, but a gentle grab of her wrist stopped her. ''Hey, darling- don't let this get you down, alright? There are many people rooting for you here, me included, and we all want to see you do well. You have incredible talent and we know these lasts results aren't a reflection of that.''

The Sky Sports presenter had a soft spot for the young woman ever since her arrival to the paddock. Nathalie has always been amazed by Y/N's ability to shrug off all the sexist remarks and to prove the people that doubt her wrong.

''Thanks, I appreciate it.'' The soft smile on Y/N's face was a fake one, even a child could spot that. However, her words and gratefulness were genuine and that's all that mattered to Nathalie.

The driver moved quickly between the different journalists, not in the mood for the long and lovely chats that would have happened had she crossed the chequered flag. ''If one more person reminds me of all the DNF's, I'm going to knock myself out with one of these microphones.'' She mumbled to her team's press officer, making the woman laugh but also look at Y/N with a bit of concern.

Luckily for her, all the media responsible people must have listened to her prayers and went easy on her- maybe sensing her agitation and worsened mood. She and her press officer moved back to the team's hospitality, where a dreaded team briefing would take place.

''Obviously these aren't the results that we want. We want wins, podiums and points.'' Her team principal started off the meeting, standing at the head of the table. ''It is clear that changes need to be made, whether that be the car, the strategy or the driver even.'' The eyes of the team shifted from their leader to the young woman staring daggers at him.

''It's not my fault that the fucking engine blows up or that another drivers decides he wants to play bumper cars.'' Y/N defended herself, not seeing why she should be replaced.

He shook his head. ''I didn't say it was your fault, but we have to look at all the options and that includes you, Y/N.'' The man clarified, taking a deep breath.

The woman rolled her eyes, causing Marco to send her a stern look that said ''Please, don't make this harder on yourself.'' She got his sign and sat up straight in her chair, figuring her slumping didn't give off a great impression.

The briefing continued for another hour, going over all the alternatives they had and all the work they had to do while waiting for the next race weekend. ''Alright- thank you, everyone! Have a great break.'' The team principal dismissed the team.

Y/N was the first one to get up and leave, debating if she would slam the door, but she didn't want a Kevin x Guenther moment with her boss.

By the time she was on her way to her hotel, most fans had gone home themselves and the paddock was occupied by crew members cleaning the place up. Y/N had a slow pace while walking, not in any hurry to leave the circuit.

''You're going back to the hotel?'' A voice behind her spoke up, making the female driver yelp as she didn't expect someone to walk up on her.

Y/N turned around, Lando looking at her with a grin. ''Did I scare you?'' He laughed, finding amusement in making his friend flinch.

''You could have been a serial killer for all I know, you idiot.'' She slapped his arm, the tension leaving her body as it was only Lando and not some creep.

''Only on track.'' He winked.

The young woman frowned at his action. ''Please, never do that again.'' Her feigned disgust with his wink resulted in a light push from her friend.

''So… you're going to the hotel now?'' Lando asked her again, not having received an answer yet.

Y/N nodded. ''Yeah, I could use some sleep before the flight tomorrow.''

''You, uh, wanna take a car together to the hotel? You know- that way we're not wasting gas, I guess.'' He nervously asked, mumbling the question almost under his breath.

''Sure,'' Y/N chuckled, ''Seb will be proud of us.''

They decided to take his car as she wasn't in the mood to drive anymore and Lando didn't seem to mind. She was grateful for Lando's company, at least her bad day would end on a good note.

''Sorry about the race today, I know you could have done more.'' Despite being competitors, they were also great friends and it's not fun seeing your friends have bad results.

Y/N sighed. ''My team- they're, uh, thinking about replacing me.'' She wanted to get her worries off of her chest and Lando bringing up the race seemed like the perfect oppurtunity for it.

''What?'' He exclaimed, not anticipating that sentence to come out of her mouth.

''They say they just have to think about all the changes they could make to get better results, but they've been talking an awful lot about the junior drivers so I'm just preparing myself for it.'' She clarified for him, resting her head against the window.

Lando let her words sink in. ''They- they can't possibly do that, you're one of the best drivers on the grid.'' It came out louder than he intended, but the thought of one of his best friends not being with him on track anymore upsets him.

''They can do that,'' she sarcastically chuckled, ''I'm impressed I lasted this long- I just know the FIA will be throwing a party now that they don't have to be feminists anymore.''

''What do you mean 'lasted'? You're not going anywhere, we have enough races left where you can show your true skills.'' Lando took his eyes off the road to look her in the eye, perhaps wanting her to see how serious he was.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to talk about it any further.

The car stopped in front of a red light. ''Hey,'' Lando put his hand on top of hers, ''I'm being serious. We've been racing against each other for over 10 years now- you're a good driver. You'll probably be a World Champion one day.''

''You really mean that?'' Her usual confident demeanour had been traded in for an insecure one, her voice coming out smaller than normal.

He chuckled, nodding his head. ''Of course, I wouldn't lie to you.'' The gentle way he was looking at her assured her that he was in fact being serious and meant everything he said.

''Thank you,'' Y/N turned her hand and squeezed Lando's, ''now, shut up and drive me to the hotel!'' She pushed his hand away. ''Enough of this emo shit.''

''This is the one time I am being nice to you and you just reject my love.''

''Stop being so emotional, Norris.''

''There she is!'' Daniel loudly announced as Y/N stepped onto the plane, his hands up in the air.

She tiredly waved at everyone, exhausted from the lack of sleep she had gotten. The young woman groggily sat down next to her Australian colleague, Michael sitting in front of them.

Daniel snickered at her disoriented state. ''Good morning to you, mate.'' He greeted her, his infamous bright smile on his face.

''It's fucking early, what are you so happy about?'' She mumbled, while trying to find a good sleeping position.

''I'm grateful that I get to live another beautiful day, Y/N! We don't appreciate our existence enough, we need to-''

''I'll be grateful for my life when you shut up and let me sleep.'' She interrupted him, closing her eyes and pulling her hat slightly over her face.

The McLaren driver opted for another teasing comment, but he could see the obvious exhaustion she had going on and let her be, a light pat on the shoulder working as his way to say ''have a good nap''.

About an hour later the turbulence of the plane woke her up from her much needed sleep. Y/N took her hat off and noticed Daniel still awake, scrolling on his phone while listening to music through his headphones.

A soft push against his arm brought his attention from his device to the woman next to him, immediately smiling upon seeing that she's awake. ''Sleepyhead.''

The beam on his face slowly changed into a nervous frown, worrying his friend. ''What is it? The reality of life finally settled in?'' Y/N awkwardly said, trying to cheer him up.

''No, uh, it's just that uhm interview you did with Nathalie yesterday- I watched it.'' He answered, sympathy written all over his face.

''Oh,'' she sat up straight in her seat, ''well, you know it was just after the race so obviously I was very frustrated. You know how it is.'' The driver tried to come off as nonchalant, failing horribly.

''Lando told me, Y/N.'' Daniel revealed, wanting her to drop the 'it's not a big deal'-act.

She sighed. ''Oh, that little snake.'' She muttered under her breath.

''No, I'm glad that he told me. He said he's never seen you so defeated and the way you were talking to Nathalie- you haven't given up, have you?'' Daniel had seen how her recent race results had affected her, but he wasn't aware how deep her frustrations and insecurities had settled in.

Her silence to his question was an answer in itself.

''You've been working your ass off since you were like what? 5-6? You're not gonna throw all of that away just because of 3 bad races, right? That's nothing like you.'' The Australian ranted, baffled over her ruined confidence.

Y/N glanced outside her window, seeing they were high above the clouds. ''I'm not throwing anything away, it's just… my teams seems to have already made up their mind and are just waiting on the right time to tell me that someone else is taking my place.'' The young woman clarified, her words not helping Daniel's growing worries.

''They would be fucking idiots to replace you, you know that.'' He sneered, rolling his eyes at the thought of another person driving in her seat.

She weakly chuckled at his response, not finding much humour in the insult to her bosses.

Daniel's shoulder gently pushed against hers. ''Hey, maybe you need to talk to Seb or Lewis, they're better at this pep-talk shit than I am.'' He suggested, figuring the two older men might have more of an influence on her.

Y/N let his words process for a few seconds, considering seeking a listening ear in either of the world champions. ''I- I don't know, Dan. They probably have better things to do.''

''Like what?''

''I don't fucking know- planting trees, feeding Roscoe, whatever.'' She blurted out, making both of them laugh at the random activities they could be doing.

''Just think about it, I think you'd feel a lot better after talking to one of them.'' Daniel didn't want to push her, knowing it would have the opposite effect on what he wanted for her.

A tired smile made its way onto her face. ''I will, thank you.''

''Good,'' his face mirrored hers, ''and if they do replace you, they're just like Netflix.''

''Like Netflix?''

''A bunch of cunts.''

''I've never seen her that quiet.'' Sebastian mumbled to the Brit next to him, observing the young woman who sat slumped over in her chair.

Lewis looked over at her, being as equally bewildered as his German colleague. ''I don't blame her, all the stuff they've been saying about her is awful.'' He whispered back.

''What do you mean?'' Sebastian frowned.

The Mercedes driver uncomfortably shifted in his head, leaning more towards his friend. ''People have been saying a lot of shit on social media and those fucking annoying journalists certainly don't help. Also, that interview their team principal did.''

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the mention. ''Hanna showed me, that was so out of line. He knows people have been wanting her out since the day she got in- shame on him for making all of that so public.''

Her team principal had given a quite lengthy interview over the break between the race weekends, publicising the team's problems and their possible solutions, which included a hint to a potential driver change-up.

''None of the DNF's were even her fault, it's absolutely ridiculous.'' The slander on her name greatly upset Lewis, aware of the talent she possessed and it made him angry that there was even a chance that she might not be on the grid with them the next year.

''I know and it has taken such a toll on her, Daniel said he talked to her, but I'm a little worried.'' The Aston Martin driver told Lewis, his puzzled look turning into one of sadness.

The Brit scratched his voice. ''Maybe you can give her some confidence? You've known her for a long time, I'm sure she'll appreciate it.''

Sebastian slowly nodded his head, figuring the World Champion might be right. ''Yeah, I'll talk to her later.'' He confirmed, still watching the obvious daydreaming woman from across the room.

The driver's briefing went on for about half an hour more, the director seeing the visible boredom on every person's face and calling it a day for everyone.

Y/N couldn't have been more relieved that the meeting was finally over, wanting nothing more than going back to her own hospitality and figuring out ways to make the car work, and actually finish this time around.

She was one of the last people to leave the briefing room, only George, Lewis and Sebastian walking behind her. The latter tapping her shoulder. ''Hey, haven't talked to you today.''

''Yeah, lots of briefings with the team, you know.'' The younger one responded, giving him a quick glance.

''How's that going?''

The woman remained silent for a few moments, considering how much she should tell her mentor about the current state of her place in the team. ''Uhm, well, it's going… decent, I guess.'' Y/N muttered, trailing off.

''Decent?'' Sebastian repeated, as if asking ''are you serious?''

''There are like a bunch of reporters around us, what do you want me to say?'' She replied, a defensive tone to her voice.

The German patted her back, sensing her agitation. ''It's okay, let's discuss somewhere private.'' He calmed her down, suggesting a different place to have a conversation.

''Okay.''

They opted for her personal driver's home, that being the closest space where they could talk with just the two of them. Some of her team's staff had given the Aston Martin driver some weird looks while they walked through the hospitality, but he brushed them off.

The pair sat down on her small couch once they arrived, not much space between them.

Y/N felt some nerves settling in her stomach as she waited for Seb to start speaking, not knowing what he was going to tell her.

''I'm just gonna be straightforward,'' he started off, ''you can't continue with this attitude, cause you're only setting yourself up. You are a great driver, Y/N. We all have our off weeks, we're not perfect.''

''I understand that this isn't a nice situation to be in. Trust me, this green vegetable that I'm driving isn't doing much better at the moment,'' he chuckled, making her crack a smile, ''but if there's one person that can completely turn their season around, it's you.''

Y/N avoided eye-contact with him, not sure how to respond to his kind and encouraging words. ''I appreciate that, Seb. I'm not giving up, it's just… very difficult and people are constantly bringing it up, and making articles and shit- that doesn't help me at all. I'm still gonna do my best, but… yeah- it's just difficult.''

''I know it's hard and I've heard the media has been hard on you. That's what they do and they see you as an easier target for clicks and whatnot,'' Sebastian rolled his eyes at his own mention of the media, ''But you're better than believing their words.''

''You are a talented driver, you have so much potential. Do you think I would have spent all these years with you if I thought you shouldn't be in F1?'' He asked her, a look on his face that told her he wanted an answer.

The young woman timidly shook her head. ''No, you wouldn't have done that.''

Sebastian smiled at her response. ''See?'' He put his arm around her, pulling her closer into him. ''Whether you believe it or not, you're leading this new generation. You're a decent car away from being a World Champion, you know that right?''

''Did you talk to Lando? He also said that.'' Y/N nervously grinned.

''Just accept the truth!'' The German squeezed her shoulders. ''You've proven that you can do anything. You don't want to let down all those young girls that started karting because of you, right? What message would it send to all of them that their role model quit, because she got bumped off the road or her car simply decided to turn itself off.''

''You're right,'' she sighed, admitting to herself she needed to drop the pessimistic attitude, ''I don't just owe it to myself, but also to them.''

Sebastian nodded along to her words, letting out a deep breath. ''I'm relieved you're seeing it, I don't like seeing you like this. It's weird not seeing you smile or making fun of the drivers.'' He smirked, patting her shoulder.

''I guess everyone deserved an off-day, tomorrow I'll start again.'' Y/N grinned, laughing at Sebastian's reminder of her fondness to poke fun at their colleagues.

The senior driver gave her one last squeeze and stood up from the couch, adjusting his pants. ''No more frowns, alright? You're gonna do great this weekend and you're gonna show everyone why you deserve your seat.''

Y/N nodded, more confident than when she first walked back into her driver's room. ''Yes, I'm gonna do my best, Seb.''

They bumped their fists as if to solidify it was going to be a great race weekend for them both.

''And go easy on me tomorrow with the teasing.''

''I'd rather be run off the track again then let that happen.''

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Y/n is close with Abby like the mom figure to Gibbs being her dad figure. Gibbs and y/n have only ever had words in passing They are always friendly with a flirt now and then. One day Gibbs uses Abby's cot to get some rest he wakes up to y/n and Abby talking about blind dates.

"Y/n I'm gonna find you a companion in life. Just do one more date"

*y/n sighs* "I'm just not the type of person people are looking for and that's ok"

*as she leaves the lab* "Abs some people are ment to be alone"

Gibbs comes out telling Abby that he will be taking y/n on the next date.

This is such a sweet idea!! I’m sticking it with this request bc I feel like they just fit together so perfectly. I hope that’s okay by both of you 🥹 thank you so much for the love!

Jethro Gibbs x f!reader

TW: alcohol, a smidge of angst (reader thinks she’ll be forever alone), mostly just a heap of fluff

A/N: I’ve never been able to use any of my nerdy lab knowledge in a fic before so sorry if I went a little overboard lmao (I’m a pre-analytical training coordinator and spend my days teaching people to be labbies basically). Thank you so so so much for reading! ❤️

Just before you left for the day, you decided to head down to the lab check in on Abby. It was quality control week, meaning she had to got to run test patients on all of her instruments, confirm the results are what they should be, order biological indicator tests to make sure no foreign bacteria snuck its way in where it shouldn’t have, then do it all over again a dozen or so times to make sure the results match up.

Not that Abby is anything less than capable of completing the quarterly checks, it just gets very tedious, and Abby is not a fan of busy work.

“Hey Abs,” You greeted her sweetly.

“There is no Abby, only QC’s,” She quipped back in her best robot voice.

You only chuckled in response and grabbed a pair of gloves without another word. You started resulting the tests in her queue, a feeble attempt to help the boring task move along faster.

The two of you worked quietly on opposite sides of the lab for another half hour until you moved the last tube into the “finished” tray.

“Wanna grab some dinner?” You questioned, removing your gloves and heading over to the sink to wash your hands.

“No, thanks; already ate,” Abby responded without looking up from her work, “Hey! How did that date go last night? I can’t believe I forgot until now! Tell me everything.”

Abby turned towards you excitedly, her eyes bright and body fidgeting in anticipation. You swear she was more invested in your love life than you were sometimes.

You started to shake your head “no” and Abby let out a loud groan.

“Ugh! I had such a good feeling about this one,” She spoke in disappointment.

“You said that the last time, too, Abs,” You leaned against the counter and crossed your arms lazily, “He asked me to meet his mom. On the first date!”

Abby visibly cringed and put a hand lovingly on your bicep.

“I’m gonna find you a companion, I swear it!”

You let out a sound that’s half laugh, half sigh before you speak, “It’s okay, really. I’m just not the type of person anyone is looking for, and I can’t find the person I’m looking for. It’s just the way it is, Abby.”

She sent you a sympathetic look, squeezing your arm in reassurance. Abby pulled you into a tight hug, like she was trying to will a new love life into you with her bare hands.

You sent her a loving smile when she finally pulled away from you.

“Well, I’m gonna head out. You sure I can’t drag you away for something to eat?”

“No, no. I have too much to get done,” She motions to the empty tubes behind her, “Don’t lose hope, Boss Lady. Your perfect man is out there.”

You headed towards the door before turning around to tell her goodbye, “Some people are just meant to be alone. It’ll be me and the dogs forever,” You smiled slightly, “Goodnight, Abs.”

You made it almost out the door of the NCIS building before you realized you left your purse in the lab. With a huff, you begrudgingly dragged yourself back into the elevator, down to the lab, and right up to the doorway. The surprise of two distinct voices coming from within stopped you in your tracks.

“Gibbs! You can’t sneak up on me like that! I didn’t know you were using the cot.”

“Sorry, Abs. You often set her up on blind dates?”

“Yes! I am determined to find my wonderful boss’ soulmate somewhere in the greater DC area.”

Jethro chuckles.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it before now! She’s just your type, Gibbs, and she’s so fun and cryptic just like you and—“

“Abby,” He paused, “Way ahead of you.”

You decided now was your chance. Knocking gently on the doorframe, both of them turned their heads to see who was there.

“Hey Abby; Jethro,” You smiled, trying not to act like you just heard their whole conversation about you, “I just, uh, left my purse.”

Abby looked around and spotted your bag, handing it to you with a cheeky grin on her face. You all stood there in semi-uncomfortable silence for a beat before Gibbs spoke.

“Have any plans tomorrow night, Red?”

You straightened up a bit at his question and the playful nickname. You are just his type.

“Um, no. I don’t. Not yet, anyway.” You tried to keep an even tone, but the nerves and excitement were practically seeping out of your pours.

“My place, 7 o’clock,” Gibbs said in his nonchalant tone, “Casual. Hope you like bourbon.”

He winked at you and walked out of the lab before you could even exhale the breathe you hadn’t known you were holding. You looked at Abby, your eyes wider than ever before.

“Eee! I’m so excited!” Abby squeals and flings her arms around you.

You couldn’t even put any thoughts together. Your heart pounded out of your chest and your hands must’ve been shaking, the adrenaline of the situation just starting to wear off.

“Come on,” Abby said while sliding her jacket off the back of her chair, “I’ll finish up tomorrow. We have to plan your date. With Gibbs!”

You let out a laugh and wrapped an arm over Abby’s shoulders, heading out to grab something to eat.

You nervously sifted through your tops, trying to find something that felt “casual,” as Jethro had requested, but still nice enough for a date.

Oh screw it.

You grabbed a plain olive green hoodie, the big white letters reading NCIS. You figured if he asked for casual, he would get casual.

The drive to Gibbs’ house went quickly. You’d been there once before, when Abby insisted Gibbs needed company one New Year’s Eve. You didn’t end up staying very long, but he left an impression on you. After the visit, Gibbs started stopping to say “hello” in the hallways at work, or bringing a coffee up your office every now and then.

One detail you remembered from your brief visit is the front door was never locked, so you didn’t bother to stop and knock.

Walking through the doorway, your eyes immediately gravitated to the only light on in the house — the one leading down the stairs to the basement. You took this as your sign to invite yourself downstairs.

The stairs creaked slightly as you made your way down, the sounds of sandpaper meeting wood filled your ears.

“You found the place,” Jethro’s strong voice greeted you as you stepped into his workspace.

“How could I forget?” You teased back.

Jethro let out a honey-soaked chuckle and offered you a stool to sit on. He poured you two fingers out of his half-empty bottle of bourbon, then did the same for himself. He tipped his glass to you and you tapped yours against it with a slight clink.

You shut your eyes as the amber liquid burned down your throat. Instinctively, you leaned back against the counter and let out an exhale.

“Long day?” Jethro joked, but you could see the genuine care when you opened your eyes to meet his gaze.

“Long week,” You responded before taking another sip, “Abby’s up to her eyeballs in evidence to examine, plus all this QC crap takes so much time. I just feel bad I can’t help her more. I didn’t realize taking the lead forensics position would take me out of the lab so much.”

Jethro nodded in understanding, one corner of his mouth tilting up slightly as he poured more into your already empty cup.

“Abby’s the best of the best,” He said with confidence, placing a hand reassuringly on your knee, “She’ll get it done.”

You smiled and nodded back at him, placing your hand over his as a silent thank you.

You were surprised when Jethro broke the comfortable silence first.

“You know she thinks the world of you, Red,” He said with a look in his eye, one that almost looked like pride if you had to guess.

You felt your cheeks get hot and you looked down at your shoes, unsure if the liquor or his sweet comment made you blush.

You took another sip before lifting your head back up and responding.

“Same goes for you, Jethro,” You reached out to grab the hand that rested on your knee just moments before, “I think if she had time to write a book about how much she adores you, she would.”

He laughed, a full laugh, glazed in honey and bourbon and it warmed you to your core. You thought that sound could end wars, cause the devil himself to crack a smile. You would have melted right there if he didn’t jolt you out of your trance a moment later.

He took the glass from your hand and whispered a quick, “c’mere.”

He took your hand and led you over to the boat he was building. He showed you a few small hand tools and gave you a quick explanation of their use.

Before long, his hands were resting over yours, your back pressed gently against his chest as he showed you the different sanding techniques he used. Though every inch of his body was pressed against yours, you’d never felt so free, so held and yet, so comfortable.

It was a quiet few minutes before he spoke, his lips inches from your ear.

“You ever done this before?” His breath tickled your neck and sent a shiver down your spine.

“Never,” You breathed, trying your hardest not to just melt into his strong arms.

“You’re a natural then.”

He slowly peeled his hands back from yours, allowing you to keep sanding on your own for a moment. You felt his strong hands slide down your arms, your sides, before settling on your hips.

Your eyelids fluttered, suddenly aware of the effect he had on you. Your movements halted and Jethro raised a hand cautiously to your chin, turning your head to face him.

“This okay?” He questioned gently, a worried look settled into his furrowed brows.

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, turning your whole body to face his, your arms sliding over his broad shoulders to rest at the back of his neck.

“Only if you intend to kiss me, Jethro,” His name danced from your lips in a whisper.

A soft smile spread across his face, the worry melting away in an instant.

“Yes, ma’am, I do.”

Before you could comprehend, the hand that was still on your chin drifted to hold you just below your ear, and his lips melted into yours in a sweet, slow kiss.

He tasted of bourbon and something you were sure was just distinctly him.

You leaned further into him as your lips met over and over again. His presence wasn’t demanding, but invasive. You felt Jethro in every inch of your body; his taste, his smell, the way his fingers gripped into your hip like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

The seconds felt like hours before you separated your lips, both of you desperate for oxygen. Your chest heaved slightly as he drew small circles onto your lower back absentmindedly; his forehead leaning down to rest on yours.

“Do you bring all the girls down here and make out like teenagers?” You teased, still slightly out of breathe.

He threw his head back in another honey-glazed laugh. It invaded your sense just as his kiss had.

God, you though, I could listen to that forever.

“No,” He huffed, a wide smile still spread across his face, “Only the special ones.”

“Ohh,” You exaggerated, “So I’m special, then?”

He only growled an Mmmhhmm before his lips pressed into yours once more, this time slightly quicker than the time before.

“Hungry?” He asked simply, prying his lips from yours, a slight groan falling from your lips as he pulled away.

“Starving,” You replied without missing a beat.

He raised an eyebrow and leaned slightly further away from you, letting him see your full expression.

“For food, sweetheart,” He jested, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“I know!” You squeaked, swatting his shoulder playfully in protest.

He chuckled that charming laugh and nodded his head towards the stairs.

“Well, come on then,” He spoke after pressing a quick peck to your lips.

You followed Jethro upstairs where you enjoyed a delicious homemade dinner and spend the rest of the evening basking in each other’s company.

You sighed as you reached the top of the stairs, just outside your office. Since you rarely locked the door, you turned the handle and swung it open. You were surprised to see the light already switched on. A pit formed in your stomach as your eyes scanned the room before—

“Jesus, Abby!” You found her sitting at your desk chair, literally shaking in anticipation, “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” She quickly approached you, taking your bag out of your hand and setting it down in the desk, “Sooo? I’m dying to know! Tell me everything!”

“Ab,” You smiled at her an tilted your head slightly in a playful manner, “A girl should never kiss and tell.”

Abby squealed in excitement and pulled you into a hug, clearly understanding that it went well enough for you to kiss him.

“Please tell me you’re seeing him again. Please, please, please,” She practically begged with her hand folded in front of her.

“Tomorrow, after work,” You smiled as she squealed and pulled you into another excited hug.

“This is the best day ever!” She declared and sat in the comfy chair across from your desk, determined to get all the details from your life-changing first date with Jethro Gibbs.

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whxre-bxby · 10 months

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request for reader waking up to being pounded by quaritch and/or deep throated by lyle

love ur works!<333

the more the merrier lmao. thank you <3

"Sleep Won't Do It"

Recom Miles Quaritch x Recom f. Y/N x Recom Lyle Wainfleet

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Summary: (what the ask says) The recoms are having a hard time adapting to their new bodies. Many overcome it by excessive sleeping. But sleep doesn't help Quaritch or Lyle. Both need something else and you're there to help them.

WARNINGS: pure filthy smut, somnophilia, non-con, praise kink, penetration f, blowjob, dacryphilia, male ejaculation

Word Count: 2245

The last few days had been tough for all the recoms including you.

Everyone was and still is getting used to their new Avatar bodies and it’s more difficult than expected.

Every time you wake up, there is a small hope inside all of the recoms that the hands that come to rub at the eyes are no longer blue. But every time, the body disappoints.

Sleeping has become the only escape from this living nightmare. It was the only way any of you could cope with the Avatar. Or at least, that’s what you thought…

Our mission was still being planned so there wasn’t much to do at this time. It was so overwhelming to the mind that the body was so different. It made many of us feel constantly tired. That’s why you would often see us sitting or leaning against something with our head resting on our arms, fast asleep. I had passed out on the couch in our so-called ‘break room’ about an hour ago. The couch was obviously big for a human but even to me as a recom, it was large. There had most likely been some mistake in measuring. Perhaps they assumed the Avatars were larger. Now, about 3 Avatars could lie comfortably on it.

I’m fast asleep, laying on the softly woven sofa which smells of freshly washed clothes. My head is resting on my outstretched arms in front of me because I’m laying on my stomach. The tail which is one of the most difficult things to control is finally laying still, draping over my bare legs. Loose shorts cover my lower half and are barely visible under the large t-shirt I have over my torso. Soft breaths leave my sensitive nose in a slow rhythm, displaying my calm and relaxed state. I’m not in a deep sleep, it’s light but all and any rest help.

My mind is peacefully quiet for once. No buzzing thoughts have managed to keep me awake this time. In the background, my now bigger ears can hear the soft churring of the coffee machine rebooting itself. The sound acts as a subliminal for me, letting me drift into relaxation.

I hear a light creaking of either the floor behind me or the door to the room. My ears tilt in the direction of the noise but it doesn’t alarm my subconscious self so I manage to stay asleep.

Another noise hints to a faint whisper of someone’s voice but I don’t properly even comprehend that because it’s muffled by the coffee machine.

Following the minimally quiet commotions is silence. Nothing happens for a while, letting me dose off into deeper sleep.

Within the next minute, the top couch cushion’s soft material dips as someone’s weight is put on it. My body picks up on the movements, knowing I cannot be imagining it this time. They don’t wake me, but they stop me from completely sleeping like a log.

“Not a noise.” I hear someone hush. It sounds like an order and the voice sounds vaguely familiar but there’s no reason to be afraid. It could be in my dream.

There is some shuffling around me and chilly goosebumps rise on my skin but I’m still fast asleep. No pain is being inflicted on my body that would cause me to frantically awake.

“Control yourself, otherwise I won’t let ya’ near ‘er.” Another order voiced itself. This time it was above and behind me.

“Yes, sir.”

Hm. What odd dreams.

My body is gently moved and once what feels like hands are no longer holding my hips, my lower half seems to be resting slightly higher and at a different angle than before.

My tail is no longer resting over my legs but it’s being held up in the air. Yet my body is too exhausted to wake me up.

What feels like a few seconds have been many minutes and I’ve grown used to the touches. They didn’t hurt so why worry? But I must be dreaming of them.

Then, another weird feeling is perceived by my body. It’s coming from a sensitive region and I can feel it all.

This time, my body wakes up, making my eyes flutter open with a huff of air leaving my nose. I’m so tired but this sensation and the handling being inflicted on my body have me raising my head to see what’s happening.

The next inhale of air makes me realise I can no longer smell the fresh washing detergent of the couch nor can I hear the buzzing coffee machine. Instead, I smell a thick musk which fills my nostrils and makes my pupils blow wide. Right above me, I can hear heavy breathing and in front of me a lightly raspy chuckle. My senses return to me after my nap and now I can feel a weight on me. The heavy breathing fans against the top of my head and my body is nudged forwards every few seconds.

I swiftly turn my head to the side because all this feels foreign to me. My eyes go wide when I see what is happening. It takes me a while to understand who and what is happening, but once the realisation hits me, a gasp escapes my lips.

I can see and feel my Colonel on top of me. He has a hand around the back of my neck, keeping me held down against the couch cushions while the other is bent, having him lean on his forearm for weight support. Both my legs have been opened more than I remember. My tail has been moved to the side and it’s Quaritch’s toned hips snapping forwards and against me every few seconds that make me rock back and forth.

Only once I see what he’s doing do I start to properly feel it. My superior officer is buried balls deep inside my pussy and his relentless thrusts cause me to cry out between clenched teeth.

“Shhh… stay quiet.” the Colonel coos into my ear through heavy pants. His hot breath makes a shiver run up my spine which only now makes me realise that I have been stripped bare.

A large hand gently grasps my jaw, making me look forwards. My eyes meet Lyle’s and I notice he, just like Quaitch and me, is naked too. He’s smirking down at my flushed face of embarrassment.

My ears are pinned back and my eyes begin to tear up. This was even more overwhelming than just waking up to a blue body.

“You’re doin’ real good, Buttercup.” Lyle praised me, running his thumb over my warm cheek with a smile.

“Sleep doesn’t do it for us, sweet’eart.” Quaritch mutters through heavy breaths. His voice is raspy and sounds strained.

“Relax.” he breathes out into my ear. “Let it happen, darlin’.”

I whine when his next thrust causes his abdomen to slap against my ass. My skin will turn red if he continues like that.

“You gonna be good?” he asks, slowing down his movements while he waits for my answer.

I’m not sure about my answer. My eyes clench closed in frustration and I whimper.

“I’ll reward your behaviour, sweet’eart. C’mon.” Quaritch urges me, wanting me to agree so he can focus on his pleasure again.

I sniffle and then nod my head. “Yes-” I faintly whisper while gasping for air.

Behind me, Quaritch purrs in approval.

“Good girl.” he whispers, pressing his lips to the side of my neck. His harsh thrusts resume and tears form in my eyes.

Lyle steals back my attention, angling my head to face his crotch. I watch him with wide eyes, still feeling confused as to why this is happening while he strokes himself a few times.

Perhaps they had so much built-up frustration in them from the change of body that they needed a different kind of release.

Lyle brought the tip of his throbbing cock to my lips, placing it on them.

“Open up, baby.” He says, gently pulling my jaw down. I listen to him while fighting back the forming tears.

I open my mouth, slightly sticking my flattened tongue out for him. A small grin forms on his face as he slowly pushes himself into my mouth. I can only take half of him before he reaches the back of my throat.

“Let me use you, Buttercup. I promise te’ make it up to ya’ later.” he said and I caught the hint of desperation in his voice. I wasn’t going to fight or beg them for anything, I was too tired for that. So I just listened and gave Lyle a faint nod of my head.

He caresses my cheek in praise before pulling out. Both his hands are now placed on the back of my head. I can only imagine what is to come.

Once again he starts to push his hips forward, driving his dick further into my mouth than before. His tip brushes against the back of my mouth before diving deeper into my throat.

I hold onto the side of the couch pillow for dear life, tightly grasping the cushion. My tightly screwed-closed eyes now have tears spilling from them and both men can hear my muffled chokes and coughs as I fight back gags.

“Don’t cry, baby.” Quaritch coos and his voice is oddly comforting. But just through those few words I manage to hear how he says them through a small grin. Did my crying turn him on?

In the next second, he leans forward and his tongue licks away one of the hot tears flowing down my cheek. Lyle wipes another away with his thumb, just momentarily ripping his gaze from my lips.

With tears or not, I’m baring through it all. Both of them are my superiors and I do want to be good for them. No matter how sick and twisted the context of it is. I am eager to please them both.

That’s why I was a crying mess right now, with a reddened and stained face of silent tears. Perhaps I’m being pushed to my limit, but I don’t care.

Lyle is holding my head in place, making me take all of him and deepthroat his cock. Quaritch is switching between rhythms but he doesn’t let his sharp thrusts falter once. His canines are tracing the skin of my neck, dangerously threatening to draw blood.

I cry out when his movements manage to speed up even more. His thrusts finally grow sloppy and desperate, telling me he is close to his release. The Colonel’s heavy breathing is replaced by grunts and growls. All he can think of is the pleasure he feels.

Lyle has his head thrown back in bliss, seeming to slowly come undone in front of me. All his muscles are flexed as he too nears his high.

“Fuck, darlin’. Ya’ feel so good.” Quaritch snarled into my ear. “Such a good girl. Gonna cum all over you.”

My watery eyes close again at his words. I can feel his dick twitch and suddenly, Quaritch swiftly pulls out.

Lyle’s hips stutter and he pushes himself in deeper than before one last time. My nose scrunches against the skin of his abdomen. That’s how deep inside my mouth he is. His body trembles and suddenly I feel him shoot his load of thick white ropes of cum down my throat. Lyle is cursing in pleasure, muttering something along with my name. He is so far down my throat, I’m forced to reflexively swallow everything he’s giving me. Swallowing around him makes my throat squeeze around his shaft, making Lyle moan and spurt a little more out.

Quaritch quickly fists himself while holding my tail up with his other hand and I feel his load shoot all over my ass. It's a lot and it's starting to drip down and between my cheeks, over my abused pussy.

“Fuckin hell’ look at you.” the Colonel muses, admiring the mess he made.

Lyle is panting hard, recovering from his orgasm. His eyes meet my pleading ones and luckily he takes pity on me, gently pulling out so that I can breathe normally again. I let out a choking cough before swallowing more cum-stained saliva. He didn’t taste bad. Somewhere deep inside me, I enjoyed it all.

Both men are more merciful now and even surprisingly affectionate. Lyle is ordered to get a cloth which Quaritch uses to clean me up with before re-dressing me. They put their own clothes on now too.

I expected both of them to leave me alone after this. I’m still tired. Even more so now. My body is exhausted.

They both got what they wanted, why stay?

I assume they’re staying because they care for me. I know all the recoms do care for one another, so at least I was being given aftercare. God, do I need it. Quaritch lay down next to me, pulling my head onto his chest and whispering how well I did and that he will repay me some time. Lyle places himself behind me, loosely draping an arm over my waist. My tears have dried but I luckily forgot about all the discomfort with the way I was being gently cradled and held right now.

Everyone has their own way of coping. If this is theirs then I can put up with that. Especially when I’m being treated like this afterwards.

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house-strong · 1 year

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— TWO IS BETTER than one ʾ ⋆

summary ; requested by anon.

“Can i request Jacaerys x reader x Lucerys like poly relationship, but at first they're enemies?”

pairing ; jacaerys velaryon x reader x lucerys velaryon

notes ; for the sake of this fic, jace and luke are nearly the same age. reader is the daughter of some house that was previously sworn to house hightower,, jace is more the enemy and luke is a lovesick fool who can’t choose between hating you or worshipping you,, kinda more of the boys arguing about you but if you want a part two i��d be more than happy to oblige c: this sucks i’m sorry LMAO also unrevised i wrote this at work :/

jacaerys velaryon was a boy grown who had known what being an unmarried prince meant. it meant that he would be used, at the very least, as a pawn for the chessboard known as the game of thrones. he would marry a girl, any girl, in order to soften the relations between friend and enemy and bring further peace throughout the realm.

he just hadn’t thought it would’ve been someone so close to the traitorous band that once called themselves the greens.

despite his mother winning the trust of the realm, he still felt a strange resentment churning within him as she accepted their word of fealty. if they could turn their back on their kings word, why should she trust the word of a conspirator?

alas, rhaenyra had presented jacaerys with a match that would sweeten the lords of the southernmost part of the realm. he was less than thrilled to learn about it and loathed the day that the day of marriage grew closer.

“lady (y/n), it’s a pleasure to house you in king’s landing whilst we prepare for your wedding.” it’s the queen rhaenyra who speaks to you. her eyes are soft, yet her words commanding and full of strength. “when the time comes, you and prince jacaerys will set sail for dragonstone.”

“thank you, your grace,” you speak, eyes blinking and head dipping downward as a sign of respect. “i hope i’m not a disappointment to my prince, your grace.”

your gaze sweeps across the great hall and lands on the head of brown hair who was the tallest, you assumed this was prince jacaerys. he looks at you with a hardness in his jaw.

when he realizes it’s his turn to speak, “not at all, my lady.” his words are mixed with truth and duty; words that he’s conjured up on a thoughtful whim as to not offend his family or yours. he feels dismay proliferating in his chest, spurning molds of regret in his belly and leaving distaste in his mouth.

his brother, lucerys, seemed more akin to liking your presence as a furious blush has taken hold of his cheeks and he’s sticking his chest out proudly. jacaerys was sure he would’ve been more festive if the lady was married to his younger brother. then again, jacaerys didn’t really like traitors of the realm.

“jacaerys, lucerys, would you two be kind as to show the lady (y/n) around the red keep?”

jacaerys is the first to give his mother a pointed look, compared to lucerys, who looked more giddy and content at this command. instead, a huff leaves his nose and he approaches you, except lucerys reaches you first and he’s visibly eager to lead you. you take his hand tentatively and allow him to guide you.

whatever discomforts jacaerys felt, lucerys felt the exact same, but it was rather forgotten as the younger prince was enamored with your appearance. you walked with a certain grace, had a pretty voice, and you smelt of raspberries and something else he couldn’t put a name to.

“lady (y/n),” lucerys says, rather too happily as he begins to lead you through the grandeur of the red keep. his voice quivers with a certain nervousness and his hair is ruffled like a birds feathers. “how do you like it here? in kings landing, i mean.”

“she’s been here for all of five hours, i’m sure she doesn’t have an opinion yet.” both you and lucerys turn your head to glance at jacaerys. his brows shoot up, almost as if challenging you both to deny it.

you smile and duck your head, jacaerys’ comment long forgotten, “it’s far more grand than what i’m used to, my prince, but it’s a beautiful place.” jacaerys wrinkles his nose at your comment – kings landing was the farthest thing from beautiful.

“if you’re in awe of this grandeur, i’m sure you’ll find dragonstone more attractive.” it’s jacaerys who speaks again, his voice evident from behind the bodies of you and lucerys. the latter seems to peek behind him and send him a glare, though you pretend not to notice.

“i’ve heard rumors about dragonstone is the new.. valyria, is that true?” you ask, turning your head a moment to glance at the brunette haired prince behind you. “so many dragons, one could think its from a composition in a book.”

lucerys turns his head to give you a lopsided grin, “we’ll show you one day– i mean, he will show you one day.”

the warmth from your arm being held suddenly disappears and you notice lucerys flail about. you turn, eyes widening and brows shooting up as you observe what’s going on. you assume that jacaerys has pulled lucerys by the coat, for the younger brother is fixing his clothing and glaring at his older brother. they both stare at each other, gaze fixated.

jacaerys thought lucerys was a fool drunken on the euphoria of your beauty. yes, he was also taken aback when he first saw you, but being pretty doesn’t excuse the fact that your family betrayed law and broke faith with the oath of fealty sworn to his mother. jace wants to smack him upside the head and remind him of this betrayal.

jace suddenly remembers his manners in the presence of a lady, “if you’ll excuse us, my lady, my brother and i have something important to discuss.”

you look between the two, their gazes never averting from one another. you nod your head and curtsy, softly breaking the pause with two phrases of ‘my prince.’ if tucking tail and running was the best thing to do, you were doing that now.

“what was that?” jace’s voice is full of annoyance and more rebuke than he had intended. luke, despite knowing that his brother was just being a jerk, takes it to heart. luke’s facade cripples slightly and his brows knit together.

luke points a finger accusingly at jace, “me? what’s with you?” jacaerys scoffs and swats luke’s finger away from him. the hardness in his jaw is back and his eyes are lit with blackened fury.

“she’s our enemy.”

“she is your betrothed,” luke shoots back almost immediately. jace tuts and crosses his arms. he paces back and forth as if he’s thinking of some way to rebuttal what luke says. maybe it was the brotherly rivalry that pushed him to say something back, but nonetheless, jace felt annoyance pricking at his skin like little needles. “it’s not like she was in the wrong, it was her family.”

“doesn’t change the way i feel about it,” jace says, tilting his head to the side while luke shakes his head in disagreement.

luke contemplates for a moment, his forefinger and thumb grasping his chin as he looks down. there’s a silence that settles over the boys before luke looks up.

“doesn’t change that she’s the fairest lady at court.”

both the boys look at each other again, annoyance and irritation long forgotten. they both begin to laugh and jace approaches luke, slinging his arm around his brother.

“i ‘spose that’s true.” without a second word, jace pulls luke into a headlock and begins to ruffle his hair. luke flails wildly and tries to overpower his brother, but his elder brother is both stronger and taller. luke is grunting in frustration, trying to wiggle away from jace’s hold. when luke escapes, they both laugh and begin walking in the direction you went.

“maybe i’ll ask mother to betroth her and i instead,” luke says teasingly, casting a side ways glance at his brother. jace gives him a look and before he can swat at his brother or make a comment, luke begins sprinting down the hallway.

jace shakes his and takes off running after him. he didn’t like the idea of sharing his things, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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dippindaz · 2 years

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I need grabber smut I don't care about the details how you write I NEED SMUT

I NEED GRABBER SMUT

A/N: I gotchu boo. I like parts of this and idk why I made it very Stockholm syndrome based, just kinda felt natural to write it that way. Thanks for the request bb :)

The Grabber x (kind of) GN Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ minors DNI, belt whipping, sex on the floor lmao, hella Stockholm syndrome, he calls you a good girl, punishment, blood mentioned, unedited

Warm hands trailed down your sides. It had been happening for months now. Every time he came down to visit you in the basement, this would happen.

Your not sure how it started, or when even, but here you were. Pushed against the concrete wall, shirt thrown to the floor, your pants soon to join it.

Your lips connected with his for a passionate kiss. Your nose bumping the top half of his mask.

Previously, during these moments you were nervous. Something was different today. You felt, brave. and extra needy

He was moving annoyingly slow today. So, when your lips met again, you bit his bottom lip hoping he’d get the message. Only, it was right when he tried to boost you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

This caused you to bite down harder than you meant too, making him pull away from you. He pressed his hand against his lip and pulled it away looking at it. Blood.

A low sigh turned into a growl as his eyes shifted from his hand to you. “Now, why would you do that?”

Disappointment, anger. It wasn’t a real question you knew that, yet, you had to answer, “I, I didn’t mean too, I’m sorry.”

Your brows were furrowed and eyes wide. What if this was it? Did you make the final mistake, put the nail in the coffin?

His barely visible eyes squinted at you, “I’ll be back down to get you.” His tone was low and threatening.

Your heart raced and the door slammed behind him. What was he going to do? Was he going to kill you? All because you bit his lip?

That’s when the door unlatched. You froze staring at the door. You trembled and beads of sweat began to form on your forehead. Your eyes never leaving the door.

But it never opened. You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to walk up those stairs and accept your punishment. To just take it like a good girl would.

So you did. You knew better than to upset him even more. You opened the door and slowly walked up the stairs, not caring to be quiet.

You knew what would see once you turned the corner. He would have his belt wrapped tightly around his hand, sitting in a chair, and an unbuttoned shirt.

That was exactly what you saw when you finally mustered up the courage to walk around the corner. He had a full mask on but you knew just how smug he was under it. He knew he won, he knew he had all the power, the control.

He stood up from the chair sighing, “Against the wall.” You obeyed.

You walked to the clear wall in the kitchen. Placing your hands on the wall you leaned against it, letting your hot face be cooled by the wall.

He slowly walked over to you and leaned against you. His face was buried in your neck. He breathed deeply taking in your scent.

“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?” Calm and soft.

You only nodded your head. He chuckled and backed away from you. Shakily you took a big breath in and your upper body tensed.

He pulled down your pants and underwear. He helped each foot out of them so you didn’t get caught. So thoughtful. He then threw your pants across the floor. Standing up he backed away from you.

You heard the crack before feeling anything. A second afterwards it began to sting. You bit your lip and your face scrunched. You never got used to the feeling of it.

Another crack of his belt and the burning sensation grew larger. This continued until your bottom was covered in red welted strips. Your lip was bleeding now and nails were digging into the wall.

The next whip hurt the worst out of all the others you’ve felt. You yelped and jumped, tears burned your eyes.

The next one was even worse, he managed to hit right where he wanted too. Exactly where his previous whip was. This time you sobbed, you couldn’t help it. It hurt and the stinging wouldn’t stop.

“Aw sh sh sh, don’t cry.” He moved closer to you and rested his hands on your shoulders. So gentle, so kind, so condescending.

Even though you knew the underlying meaning, you leaned into his touch. His warm embrace. He was all you had anymore. All you knew. He was life and death itself. Why shouldn’t you be grateful? Death showed mercy one more time.

“Face me.” He whispered in your ear. You obeyed, turning yourself around to come face to mask with him.

His hand trailed from your waist to your hair and began playing with a few strands. “You understand why I had to punish you, right?”

You nodded.

“You understand if you’re a good girl you won’t get punished?”

Sniffling, you nodded.

“Are you a good girl?”

You nodded.

“Good.” The tone of his voice betrayed the frown on his mask. “Do you know what good girls get?” You gulped and shook your head.

“Rewards, silly. You said you were a good girl, right? Don’t you think that means I should reward you.” It wasn’t a question, you knew it wasn’t. He would get things his way no matter how you answered.

You agreed anyways. Ignoring him wouldn’t have made him happy and you weren’t going to get yourself punished again.

Letting go of you he ordered, “on the floor, good girl.” He no longer had that comforting voice. Now it sounded like it was full of hatred. Had you made him mad again?

You obeyed him and quickly moved away from the wall. Now you were crouched in the middle of the kitchen floor, staring up at this man like a dog waiting for it’s next command.

“Hands and knees, now.” You wasted no time getting into the position he wanted.

Pleased, he signed. He admired his handiwork then crouch to his knees behind you. He gently began to run his hand over you. Your back, your butt, your thighs, anything he could reach. Though, he was extra careful when moving over your ass. He is so thoughtful.

His hands came to a stop and gently groped your thighs. You tensed. Then sighed and relaxed. No, he wouldn’t hurt you as long as you were a good girl. Just be good and you won’t get hurt.

He started to laugh. “Look at you, already so turned on and I’ve hardly touched you.”

Your face burned with embarrassment. You were kidnapped for Christ’s sake, you shouldn’t be turned on. But you were. Somewhere, deep down, you knew how you should feel; disgusted, angry, depressed. But you felt none of those emotions. You felt excited, grateful, happy even. You were a good girl now.

One hand made its way to your hip and held onto you. The other trailed in between your thighs. Slowly he began to massage the area and you lightly moaned. He stayed this pace, just letting you relax.

Pulling his hand away, you heard his pants unzip and a small shuffle of fabric. His hand now planted on your unoccupied hip and held onto you tightly.

He entered you quickly, but was slow with his thrusts afterwards. It could’ve been worse, right?

Already your arms began to tremble, not used to holding up this much weight for this long. As his pace quickened, your arms weakened.

Eventually, one powerful jerk of his hips was enough for your arms to give out. Your cheek landed against the cold floor. Spit dribbled out of your mouth and tears pricked the corner of your eyes.

He lightly slapped your ass and your eyes shot open. He did it again, harder this time. You yelped and bit into your arm. You weren’t sure why, but you didn’t want him to know it hurt. Good girls don’t complain.

Your hips began to twitch backwards, trying to meet his thrusts. You wanted to cum so badly. To feel that feeling of calm euphoric relief. To feel like you’re somewhere that isn’t here.

His thrusts grew rougher. You should be grateful shouldn’t you? He’s so kind, he comforts you when you’re hurt, he feeds you, pleasures you.

His thrusts grew faster. Continue being a good girl. Impress him, make him proud. Maybe he could begin to trust you. After all why wouldn’t you trust a good girl?

He began to hit that one little spot. The spot that would push you over the edge. You wanted to last longer now, you wanted to try, for him.

You failed. You felt disappointed, upset, but it also felt so good. You couldn’t remember your last thoughts as waves of pleasure came crashing down and rolled through your body. Your hips twitched and jerked. It was all thanks to him for allowing you to feel this way.

You don’t know how long it was but the next you could register feeling was him picking you up. He carried you through the house. Gently, you were set down on a mattress.

For a moment you though you were back in the basement, but this mattress was clean with sheets. It was a bed. His bed.

You stared with half lidded eyes and began to fall asleep. He said something to you but your brain couldn’t register it.

You tried to shake yourself awake to ask him to repeat himself. But you couldn’t. Sleep had a strong grip and wouldn’t let go.

#horror #the black phone #horror x you #the grabber #slashers x reader #slashers x you #the black phone x reader #the black phone x you #the grabber x reader #the grabber x you #horror x reader #slasher smut #smut #the grabber smut

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btshoseong · 9 months

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👣. !!: EVENINGS IN NEW YORK WITH YOU ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ this actually turned out way differently from what i had initially planned lmao 😭 but i love it either way

SUMMARY : hoseong, jimin and taehyung visit jeongguk in new york for his seven promotions where they celebrate his solo debut.

WORD COUNT : 2.6k words – PAIRING : park hoseong x kim taehyung x park jimin x jeon jeongguk

GENRE : just a lotta fluff and gay – WARNINGS : minors dni , suggestive moments + comments , all of these boys are seriously just lowkey horny tbh , lots of making out , jm was grinding on hs at one point

“Did you tell him we were coming?” Hoseong queries passively, fingers cascading along the fabric of his clothes as he folds and puts them into his bag. A lone strand of dark hair has been settled over his eye for the past minute now, having escaped the clutches of slick hands trying to push his curls back.

Jimin watches him with a curious glint, specifically eyeing the tendril that sways with Hoseong’s light movements. “He’ll find out either way,” The younger states, his voice carrying an airy tease, as if the answer was quite obvious. The older pauses, staring at nothing with concentrated effort, before a noise of realisation escapes his lips, tsking.

“Do you think people are already waiting at the airport? At this time?” He returns back to his former passivity, although the hint of disappointment falls easily in place from the pout on his lips. Jimin understands the sentiment well, reaching his hands out for Hoseong, who guides himself within the comforts of soft palms that caress up his arms, squeezing his biceps and reaching up to cup his cheeks.

Jimin sits on the edge of Hoseong’s bed, pulling his face down at a level that requires the older’s taut muscles to rest on either side of his lithe body, tipping their heads together, searching for that ever increasing lick of closure that burns along the backs of their spines. “He’ll be grateful either way, you know. Don’t beat yourself up over things we can’t control.”

Jimin leans in to place a soft kiss against Hoseong’s lips, comfort driving him to giggle shyly when the older’s hunger overpowers the intimate moment quickly, leaving previous feelings discarded by the foot of the bed. Hoseong nibbles on Jimin’s plush bottom lip, adding weight and pushing himself forward in a way that threatens to collide Jimin’s back against the mattress completely.

Alas, the sweet hum of Hoseong’s front door pulls his attention back into reality, grounding him as he pulls away and stands up straight. It’s only seconds later that Taehyung walks through the doors of the bedroom, pausing, with fingers resting against the cool interior of the frame. His eyes do a series of quick rounds, back and forth between Jimin’s stretched form lying on the bed and Hoseong’s clearly crinkled shirt and swollen lips, tsking lightly. “Yah, do you guys ever quit? We have to leave in, like, ten minutes tops.”

Rolling his eyes, Hoseong holds his hand out with a visible effort to suppress his smile. “Just say you want a kiss, stop complaining, and come here.”

Jimin sits up in the meantime, watching his lovers exchange a childish standoff. Or more so, Taehyung actively huffing, looking towards the hanging painting stationed above the headboard of Hoseong’s bed. “No, who said I want a kiss? I’m saying hurry up. It’s always-”

“Aish, this guy,” Tugging on his arm, Hoseong pulls Taehyung to his chest with a visibly proud smirk, feeling accomplished at the younger’s immediately silenced rant. His thumb lifts to caress Taehyung’s jaw, humming quietly, as if coming to a realisation for an unspoken question. “Such a bratty maknae, hm? It’s only ever you.” He states, shaking his head lightly, teasing. Taehyung pouts, avoiding eye contact until Hoseong simply turns his head back once more. He leans in to place that same kiss he’d previously shared with Jimin, sharing that same eagerness and that same passion, in turn melting Taehyung’s legs into pure jelly as his arms rest on the older’s shoulders, whimpering in defeat.

Hoseong soon pulls away then, brushing his thumb over Taehyung’s swelling lips before urging him Jimin’s way who opens his arms with a loving warmth that Taehyung falls into, kissing him, too, with great adoration. This is how they would always greet each other; one kiss shared between four partners, one of which is currently in New York promoting his first ever solo single. Hoseong, Taehyung and Jimin couldn’t possibly be prouder of their Golden Youngest, and thus they have freed up their individual schedules in order to make time to go see him together. To congratulate him, to spoil him on his special day.

Spritzing himself with a nice hint of Gucci owned perfume, Hoseong moves over to his bag and finishes up by placing the fragrance inside, along with some gum and his charger. The two younger members lay sprawled together on the bed beside him, intertwined legs and arms that drape over each other’s bodies lazily. Hoseong loops his arm through a singular strap of his bag before gliding his hand across the boys’ legs on his way out. “Come on. You can do all of that in the car too.”

The trip to the airport is brimmed with faint whispers. Jimin and Taehyung push Hoseong into the middle of the car seats, sandwiched between two maknaes who swallow him whole with sweet kisses and nuzzles to his neck and cheek. The suddenness of their overloaded affection comes with the halt of group activities, nurturing an ever increasing awareness of deprivation in their hearts when apart from one another — something which is only ever fulfilled again through stolen touches under an oblivious eye.

Unfortunately, all boys are also painfully aware of the other side of the coin; a reality in which marks on skins of gold will not simply be ignored. They know they still need to keep up a professional front for their fans, who call and scream for them as they exit through car doors into Incheon Airport. They follow the usual protocol, bowing sensibly and waving to the people, and posing just outside of the entrance to the terminals before making their way to the flight awaiting their arrival.

A chartered flight leaves them with some time to rest, and upon their landing into LAX Airport, they repeat the same processes on their way out into the cars again.

SOMEWHERE ── IN ── NEW YORK

Slouched along the edge of the car door, Jeongguk’s eyes droop with the passing of city buildings and middle class citizens — a lone body that is accompanied by his producer who taps away on his phone with quiet breaths, almost lulling the maknae to sleep. He was currently on his way to the studio of GMA for his interview, having just finished his live performance for the fans at Central Park. The schedule was packed with promotional material, leaving his adrenaline pumping and body erratic to please.

“Oh, Jeongguk-ah, did you see this?”

On his producer’s phone sits an article confirming Hoseong, Jimin and Taehyung’s departure from Incheon Airport where they had just recently landed in America moments ago. Jeongguk’s eyes widen ever so slightly, grasping the phone in his hand to follow up on the full details.

They were coming here? Wait, they are here? Did they come to see him? Why didn’t they say anything?

“Thanks, hyung. Uh, can you just give me a second?”

As the producer proceeds to nod with a knowing half smile, Jeongguk pulls out his own phone. The screen blooms to life, displaying a picture of himself, and the very hyungs that were currently here in the country, as his ever beloved lock screen. It was taken at his home at exactly midnight on the day of his birth two years ago now. The memory brings reminiscence of the events that had occurred, and Jeongguk’s lips twitch at the simple thought.

With the phone clumsily situated on his dining table, the boys had been splattered with audacious amounts of icing and cake on their faces — a clear result of the inner child which is set free in the presence of mischievous and comforting lovers.

At the bottom on the floor sat his Hoseong hyung, pulling two thumbs up with his cutest smile to date, shirtless somehow and very proud, but his eyes always led him back to a place that held undoubted promise, looking up at his boys with that heart pounding glint in his eyes which would always grab Jeongguk’s attention, like on the first days that they met.

And then, on top of him, pokes his Jimin hyung’s head with arms wrapped lazily around Hoseong’s shoulders, and chin resting on top of his head. He had that pretty eye smile during the picture, something which always drives a longing in the rest of the boys’ chests, manifesting a possessive feeling that Jimin needs to kiss away with added affirmations.

Then there was his Taehyungie hyung, and well, he honestly almost malfunctions a little every time he sees this hyung’s face in the picture. Another reminder of their wide eyed past as rookie idols who knew very little about the industry. Taehyung’s face was a time capsule of his old self, a fluttering feeling that sits at the pit of Jeongguk’s stomach as he eyes the image, and then moves to the head on top of Taehyung’s which is his very own. He was completely enamoured staring down at all of his hyungs. He thinks he might have actually cried at some point after taking the picture, too, but the memories soon begin to make way for new ones as Jeongguk attempts to call Hoseong.

“Hello? This is Seong.”

THE ───── MEETING

Upon the completion of his interview, the car was now gearing towards the hotel in which he’d be staying at for the duration of his time in New York. His initial call to Hoseong had gone something along the lines of the oh-so-funny hyung pretending to pick up an unknown number, even when he’s clearly aware Hoseong saves every single one of his new numbers, no matter how many times he changes it.

“Are you in LA right now? Do you have something scheduled?”

“Oh? Who are you? Why do you know I’m in LA? Are you one of those crazy stalkers?”

In the end, Jeongguk had won triumphantly, finding out Hoseong, Jimin and Taehyung’s business here in America and how they wanted to be the first ones to congratulate their baby boy in person, and though he may not always like being babied, his heart had melted in that one moment, his back lying plush against the leather car seat and holding his phone close, tickling the tip of his twitching nose.

He was already impatient from that point on. He had always been one of the needier partners in their relationship, and so the halt of car wheels couldn’t have come at a sooner rate. Jeongguk is hopping out immediately, way before the engine is killed, and the car is parked properly, because he hasn’t seen his hyungs in almost a week and it’s eating away at the few strands of sanity he has left and— “Yah, what’s the hurry for, hm? Who’s so important that you’re running off to see them?”

Taehyung.

His fingers encase Jeongguk’s waist, holding back from that usual roughness which often leaves light imprints on his golden skin, keeping him at a distance before stepping away. And ah, that’s when Jeongguk recalls that they’re standing outside of a public parking lot, leaving his inner child whiny and desperate to go inside immediately. “Hyung,” He pouts, and it’s enough to earn a sweet smile from Taehyung before he intertwines both of their fingers together.

The producer waves them off, allowing them their privacy as Taehyung leads Jeongguk towards the doors of the elevators. It’s only once they step inside, alone with the hum of the elevator taking them to their designated floor, that Taehyung opens his arms for the maknae to slip into, earning a light purr from the younger. “Missed you. You should’ve told me you were coming.” He mumbles against Taehyung’s chest, nuzzling into it. The older cards his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, resting his back against the wall with an acknowledging smile.

“We wanted to surprise you. This is the best we could really do with the whole world watching.” He chuckles, soon lifting Jeongguk’s head in order to place a kiss against his lips. Jeongguk basks in the attention the entire way to his hotel room where upon opening the door, he’s greeted with the bodies of his two older hyungs on the couch, making out. Jeongguk is immediately scandalised.

“Yah! Did you come here to just make out with each other or to celebrate my solo debut? You couldn’t have waited until I arrived?”

Jimin purposely ignores the maknae, a small smile visible on his lips as he kisses Hoseong passionately, sat upon his lap and rutting against his body lazily. A single arm of Hoseong’s is strewn across the head of the couch, nails digging into the fabric with a deep grunt, whilst the other attempts to tug Jimin away by his hair. The older succeeds after the second try, catching his breath as he looks over to Jeongguk making his way further inside. Taehyung locks the door behind him.

“Congrats on the new single, my love. Come to hyung.” Hoseong opens his arms wide just as Taehyung had done minutes prior, and Jeongguk, though sulky over Jimin’s obvious teasing, heeds the older’s command and plops himself down beside Hoseong, wrapping his arms around the male’s waist as Jimin moves off of him. Hoseong places a kiss on the crown of his head as he pulls Jeongguk close. “How are you feeling? Was the performance at Central Park what you expected?”

Jeongguk’s eyes droop to a close, holding Hoseong tight. “It was nice to see ARMY, you know? It’s always nice to perform in front of them, and they were so responsive… I really liked it, hyung,” He informs, earning a satisfied hum from Hoseong who caresses his hair. “But we couldn’t do everything. It started to rain, and the weather was getting bad. We had to finish earlier than planned, so that was disappointing. I felt sorry to the ARMYs who were waiting.”

“But you know that’s not your fault, right? Either way, you did very well. We couldn’t be there for the performance, but we watched it together when it aired. You’ve come so far, baby,” Hoseong says, and Jeongguk’s head lifts with a set of cute doe eyes that glint under the artificial lights. Hoseong cups his bread cheeks, squeezing them gently before pulling him into a deep kiss, resulting in the maknae’s tensed muscles which quickly relax as he whimpers quietly, bunching the older’s shirt into his fist.

Jimin approaches a minute later, balancing his weight on his knees as he, too, leans in to caress Jeongguk’s hair, guiding him into another kiss and allowing Hoseong to catch his breath as he watches his two dongsaengs over him. He turns to Taehyung who had been placing his watch and other accessories onto the table by the corner. “Tae, get the alcohol from the fridge?”

With a simple nod, the younger obliges. Here’s to celebrating Jeongguk’s solo single release the fun way.

💬 — HOSEONG’S TAGLIST.

@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @bts-dream , @fairiepoems , @kaitieskidmore97

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gunsatthaphan · 1 year

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~ Monthly BL Breakdown: December 2022 ~

🎆 Happy 2023!!! 🥂

Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Youtube and other platforms. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post!

New breakdowns are coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff! (previous breakdowns)

What came out this month? (green tick = seen or currently watching)

🌟 Oh! My Assistant - December 1st (South Korea)

🌟 609 Bedtime Story - December 2nd (Thailand) ✅

🌟 My School President - December 2nd (Thailand) ✅

🌟 Si Andy, Si Lauren o Si Peng? - December 3rd (Philippines)

🌟 Fudanshi Bartender no Tashinami (international release on GagaOOlala) - December 8th (Japan)

🌟 Semantic Error: The Movie (international release) - December 9th (South Korea)

🌟 The Warp Effect (BL sidestory) - December 12th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 Never Let Me Go - December 13th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 The Director Who Buys Me Dinner - December 15th (South Korea)

🌟 Ameiro Paradox - December 15th (Japan)

🌟 Coffee Melody Special Episode (PlengDuean) - December 18th (Thailand)

🌟 The New Employee - December 21st (South Korea)

🌟 Coffee Melody Special Episode (NueaJeen) - December 25th (Thailand)

🌟 HIStory5: Love in the Future - December 28th (Taiwan)

Monthly likes/dislikes

❣️ The Warp Effect - I’m not gonna lie I knew exactly that this show would have me in a chokehold from the moment they released the pilot trailer and I was right lmao. It’s phenomenal. It’s fun, it’s chaos, it’s spicy. exactly the kind of anarchy I was craving jdhfgk. New is doing a very good job at portraying Alex, which is surprising because he was part of the reason I was hesitant about the show as I’m not his biggest fan. But I’m so fond of Alex and also him and Fah as Jean have an A+ chemistry. Army is my bitch lmao I love him so much and the 3 of them contribute a great deal to the vibe that makes the show work. The side couples are also very interesting and mostly props to Sing for giving his all in this type of plot because that shit requires some courage lmao. It’s a textbook Jojo series and his signature way of not beating around the bush is very visible here. Some people said they find the hyper-focus on the sexual themes juvenile but I disagree. The exaggeration of the plot is a great way of pointing a finger at these themes and breaking a stigma; especially at GMMTV. I love it. 10/10 so far.

👎🏻 Remember Me - This show has taken a very disappointing turn about halfway through. The stories all had a very sweet and interesting start and I liked the slow pacing at first but now it’s just draggy and annoying. Everything has become 80% slower and the scenes are repetitive and tedious. At this point I'm only watching the GunGolf story and even that has parts that I can’t help but skip. Their breakup was very strange and unnecessary to me and I have no idea how they plan to fix it in the remaining 2 episodes. What a shame. 3/10.

New series & movie announcements

🎥 The Last Time - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Unintentional Love Story - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 Born To Be Y - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Love At First Paint (TikTok series) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Y Universe (starring KaownahTurbo & others) - Coming August 2023 (Thailand)

🎥 Personal Manager (produced by MFlow) - Date & Cast TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Tin Tam Jai (produced by MFlow) - Coming February 27th 2023 (Thailand)

🎥 Time (produced by MFlow) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Love in the Big City (novel adaption) - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 Pit Babe - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 My Dear - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Check Out (Movie version) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Mystique in the Mirror - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Our Dating Sim - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 Death Kaleidoscope (novel adaption; possibly bromance) - Date TBA (China)

🎥 Bokura no Shokutaku (manga adaption) - Date TBA (Japan)

🎥 Hot Bamee and Yummy Gyogung - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Eccentric Romance - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 Wuju’s Bakery - Date TBA (South Korea)

Other news from the BL world

❗️ The following BL actors won at this year’s GQ Men of the Year Awards 2022:

Bright Vachirawit: Actor of the Year

Apo Nattawin & Mile Pakphoom: Breakthrough Actors

Mew Suppasit: Top Trender

❗️ The following BL actors/productions won at this year’s สุดสัปดาห์ Y Awards 2022:

YinWar: Star Duo of the Year

Bite Me Series: Best Inspiring Series

PP Krit: All Time Popular & Favorite Social Media Star

BillkinPP: Best Original Soundtrack

Not Me: Best Series Based on Books, Best Screenplay, Best Director

Cutie Pie: Y Series of the Year

Zee Pruk: Actor of the Year

Nunew Chawarin: Actor of the Year

ZeeNunew: Rising Star Duo of the Year

❗️ JaFirst were confirmed as the leads in the upcoming BL Be Mine SuperStar. Other cast members are Benjamin Brasier (2Moons2), Bosston Suphadach (Between Us), Kokliang Parinya (TharnType) and others.

❗️ Following the success of Manner of Death and Triage, the novel “Euthanasia” by Sammon will be adapted into a series titled Spare Me Your Mercy and will be produced by One31. BibleBuild (KinnPorsche) are rumored as the leads.

❗️ Golf Tanwarin (director of The Eclipse & 609 BS) announced that SmartJames (Don’t Say No) will be part of the upcoming BL movie Moments of Love. Other cast members are Fort T. (Love in the Air) & more.

❗️ Triage won “Best BL series” and “Best BL scene” at this year’s CBLO awards.

❗️ The Domundi 2023 Lineup Event was held on December 13th. The following BLs were announced:

Bed Friend Series (starring NetJames)

Middleman’s Love (starring TutorYim)

Naughty Babe (Starring MaxNat)

Love Upon a Time (starring NetJames)

The Next Prince (starring ZeeNunew)

Cutie Pie 2 You (4 episodes) - airing January 6th

2 Worlds (starring MaxNat)

Punk Spy (starring Tommy S. & others)

Our Winter (Korean collaboration, starring TutorYim)

Unknown movie (starring ZeeNunew)

❗️ The production company Be On Cloud will hold their 2023 lineup event on January 18th.

❗️ The following BL actors/productions won at this year’s Thailand Digital Awards:

The Eclipse: Best Y Series

JoongDunk: Couple of the Year

Job Thuchapon: Outstanding Actor in a Y Series

Mean Phiravich: Best Male Rising Star Award

Danny Bandit (2Moons3): New Rising Star Award

Ultimate Troop Co Ltd (Remember Me): Best Creative Production of a Y Series

❗️ The following BL actors/productions won at this year’s Y Universe Awards:

LoveMechanics: Best Y Series

Cutie Pie: 7 awards

YoonTon (Unforgotten Night): Best Leading Role

Sing Harit (Not Me): Best Baddy

❗️ Nutt Witsarut (SCOY) and Boat YongYut (My Secret Love) have been confirmed as the leads in the upcoming BL Hot Bamee and Yummy Gyogung, which is an adaption from Jamie's novel with the same title.

❗️ TVThunder released posters for a still unknown series with Prom Ratchaphat, Mark Siwat and Plan Rathavit as the leads. Name, date & genre is still unknown.

❗️ Actors Toptap Jirakit, Puimek Napasorn and Gunsmile Chanagun have officially left GMMTV.

❗️ The upcoming BL Love Syndrome will air on March 4th.

Upcoming series & movies for January

☝🏻 Oh! My Assistant (Movie version) - January 2nd (South Korea)

☝🏻 Beautiful Scars - January 2nd (Philippines)

☝🏻 Cutie Pie 2 You - January 6th (Thailand)

☝🏻 EarthMix Space Season 2 - January 17th (Thailand)

☝🏻 Individual Circumstances - January 19th (South Korea)

☝🏻 Hit Bite Love - January 21st (Thailand)

☝🏻 Suki Suki Wan Wan! (possibly bromance) - January 24th (Japan)

☝🏻 Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu (The End of the World With You) - January 29th (Japan)

☝🏻 The Luminous Solution - January TBA (Thailand)

☝🏻 Future - January TBA (Thailand)

#doreens monthly bl breakdown #thai bl #bl drama #upcoming bl #update #bl news #happy new year!!!!!!!#💜

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Get Pegged, Loser

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 500 the results of the poll are in! and it turns out none of you can be trusted lmao so we're pegging this dweeb again >:) 🐀💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: pegging, delicious pain but not too much

You bucked your hips expertly, so practised. It was obvious you were skilled at this, even if it was only your first time. Each movement you made elicited a sharp whine followed by a soft moan from him as you pressed yourself and the strap on further inside of his entrance. It spurred you on, excited you. His delightful wails were better than any praise or any compliment he could offer you.

Letting your hands move from his hips, you let them slide up Eddie’s spine, reaching the back of his head as you ran your fingers through his soft, brown hair. He moaned, a soft hum of pleasure, hitched into a sharp yelp as you wrapped the locks around your digits and pulled. With his head lifted up, he arched his back, giving you a better angle as you rutted into him. The sound of your body slapping against his as you filled him completely, each inch of your appendage diving deep into him, tight but willing.

Light whimpering interspersed with whines and pleading sent a jolt of electricity through you each time he managed to stutter out a word.

“P… p-please… more… th-th-thank you…”

Tossing his head down, you brought your hands back to his soft hips, fingers digging deep into his flesh as you brought him back down hard on to you.

“You’re the saviour?”

Caressing his thighs, you let your hands trail up and down before you smacked at his ass with your palm flat and firm.

“The hero Gotham deserves? Gonna rid the city of corruption, huh?”

You laughed cruelly as you thrust hard, watching his body shudder on the counter, face turned, cheek pressed flat against, the fucked out daze in his eyes visible past the lenses of his glasses which sat askew on his face.

“You’re the real vigilante. But you’re also my little bitch, aren’t you?”

He nodded profusely, entirely enthusiastic, keen to be whatever you wanted him to be in that moment, as long as you didn’t stop delivering the pleasure you were grateful enough to bestow upon, forcing his soft, tight ass to receive you.

“Say it!”

“I-I’m your… your little… b-bitch… th-thank you…”

With a smile, you pulled out to a mewling note of disappointment from Eddie.

“Don’t pout, turn over and lie on your back.”

He did as he was told, turning around and holding his legs up, cheeks spread once more, ready to accept you.

“And take the mask off.”

You gripped his cheeks over the thin, green material that covered him.

“I want to see your pretty little face when you cum.”

Eddie removed it quick, uncovering his flushed cheeks and his forehead, slick with sweat, hair stuck to it. As you reinserted yourself into his tight hole he tossed his head back, but not so far that you couldn’t make out the smile on his face, drool spilling from his open mouth and pooling on the surface beside him as he began screaming your name.

#finnie writes #riddler smut #fanfic #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #ridler scenario #dano riddler #dano!riddler #edward nashton #the riddler fanfiction #the riddler #paul dano #danonation

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 9 months

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~so I’m still toying with the idea of Cryptid/Animal!States, so I made a small fic for it and I thought it was kinda cute so here~

⚠️TW⚠️: mentions or references to 9/11, hurt/comfort, FLUFFINESS- so much soft mushy fluffiness, the characters may be OOC, and me over-explaining NY’s animal/cryptid form lmao.

For some "slight" context: NY is some blend of a cat, a blue jay, and LA is a blend of wolf (cuz the Rougarou) and gator (cuz why not-)

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Florida and Louisiana were sitting in the living room together one peaceful evening. Or as peaceful as it could get in the statehouse. Loui laid in Florida’s lap as the taller gently played with his wolf-like ears that he had decided to let out, his wolf-like tail gently thudding against the side of the couch making a calming little sound amidst the silence. He suppressed a slight giggle when Florida decided to be a little mean and gently scratch behind the Pelican State’s ear. His ears perked up slightly when he heard footsteps coming into the living room. He sat up slightly and saw that it was just New York walking into the room and sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

"Hey Loui?" Florida whispered to him.

"Yea sha?"

"Have any of us ever seen what kind of animal-thing New York is?" Asked the Sunshine State.

"Uh….-" Loui paused to think. He doesn’t remember ever seeing York have any animal features. I mean, sure he purrs like a damn cat and has the claws and fangs of one, but otherwise he hasn’t seen anything. Not even when he had first met the Empire State. "Come to think of it sha, no, I don’t think we have."

"Whelp. Tonight’s the night to find out what he is." Exclaimed Florida. He waited for Loui to get up before tiptoeing over to the other side of the living room where York was completely lost in his book. "Hey New York!" he shouted slightly.

The Empire State jumped a bit before glaring at the slightly shorter state. "Jesus Christ….Whaddya want Swamp-For-Brains?"

"I just had a question for you." Florida said with a smirk.

York sighed a bit. "What is it?"

"So I just wanted to know, what are you?"

"….What?" Asked York, who was visibly confused.

"Well y’know how Loui is a weird gator-wolf thing, and Human Torch is a bear?" Florida asked.

"Yea…?"

"I was curious as to what animal-thing you were." Florida stated.

"Nope."

"Cmonnnnn please?"

"Hell no."

"Why are you so boring…?"

"Don’t care."

"Pleaseeeee??"

"F*ck off."

"C’mon Yorkie~~"

"Ughhh…. If I show you, will you leave me alone?" York said, sending a death glare the Sunshine State’s way.

"Uh-huh!!" Florida promised, though NY knew that it was probably a half-a$$ed promise.

"Fine…." NY said. He motioned for Florida to back up a little so he could stand before standing up in front of him. He closed his eyes and about five seconds later, a bunch of firework-like flashes filled the area surrounding him before there was a bright flash that temporarily blinded the other two states. When the flashing subsided , the two smaller states eventually regained their vision, and they were not disappointed with what they saw….

There the Empire State stood. He was at least a few inches taller. He had feathery-elf-like ears, and a pair of what had to be cat ears on top of his head along with some more blue-jay feathers running down the sides of his neck and shoulders. New York also seemed to have some feathers on his forearms as well as some claws where his fingernails were. He had a long tail that came out of the small of his back and looked like a cat tail at first, but started to look more like a blue-jay’s tail feathers. And lastly, this part was a bit concerning. Why was it concerning, you may ask? Well, he also had a beautiful pair of large blue-jay wings, but they seemed to be beat-up and broken, seeing as they drooped pathetically close to the ground near the Empire State’s feet and looked like they could be injured with a single touch….

"Oh my god you are so CUTE!!!" Florida squealed loudly, looking at the Empire State with the same look you would give a kitten.

New York blushed brightly and his feather-ears pinned back slightly as he glared at the Sunshine State. "No I am not!!"

"He’s right, sha. You are pretty adorable." Loui said, though secretly his main focus was on York’s wings. He was trying to think of what must’ve happened for them to look so- broken and delicate….

"Not you too 🥲" York groaned slightly. Suddenly he felt himself get tackled onto the couch. He opened his eyes to see Florida on his lap before feeling a soft touch of the Sunshine State’s calloused fingers playing with his feather-ears. "Really?"

"They’re so fluffy!!" Florida exclaimed.

"Yea I know. Ya coulda just asked instead of tackling me duma$$."

"Yea but you would’ve said no."

"Fair enough. Hehehehey cuhuhut ihit out!" York giggled when Florida decided to be mean and gently scratch him behind the ears like he did with Loui. A few seconds later, Florida stopped torturing him. The three states sat in silence until it was broken by a squeak coming from the Empire State when he felt two gentle fingers run across one of his wings.

"Oop- sorry sha. Did dat hurt?" Loui said as he retracted his hand from where it was over York’s wing.

"N-not really you must surprised me a little." York said quietly. He tensed up slightly when Loui went back to touch his wing, this time to straighten out a few of the feathers as gently as he could.

"If ya don’t mind me askin’, what happened to your wings sha? I’m sorry, they’re beautiful but they also just look so….broken and fragile." Loui said, concerned for his friend. At first, York thought it might’ve been meant to be a slightly teasing remark, but with the way the younger’s ears and tail drooped, he knew it was genuine concern.

His own tail and ears drooped slightly as he gave a small sigh and felt a few tears fill his eyes but not fall ."I-I’d rather n-not get into the details, but it was from….That. Event. In 2001…." He paused for a minute before looking at the two other states, who had not pity, but genuine concern in their eyes.

And so he continued to explain."F*ck it….I was flying around the towers and sh*t looking for anybody that I could save in the air if they were jumping out a window so that maybe that would possibly have a chance at continuing to live and and-"

"Shhh it’s ok, slow down sha. You need to breathe at some point." He heard the calming voice of Louisiana say. He hadn’t even noticed that his breathing had quickened, but he eventually slowed down and relaxed when he felt a gentle hand over his.

"Well I was looking for people to save in the air and I saw this guy that was nearby me about to jump and I flew over to save him as quick as possible before the towers fully collapsed. I managed to catch him, but unfortunately I hate to it this way, but he kind of a bigger guy and my wings got hit with a f*ck ton of rubble. And to add insult to injury, I already had a gaping wound across my entire back. I managed to save him along with a few others, but at the cost of my wings."

The two smaller states stared with concern and sorrow at their friend’s story.

"I-I have no words for once…." Florida mumbled. For once, he was rendered speechless.

"T-that’s terrible….Im sorry dat happened sha…." Loui said, his ears and tail drooping even more.

New York gulped slightly as he tried to hold back tears. "It’s n-not that big a deal, what matters most is the fact that those people survived." he said quietly, his voice shaking a bit. Out of nowhere he felt two arms wrap around him in a tight embrace. He could smell the slight scent of daiquiri and strawberries, so he knew that it was Loui that had hugged him. He buried his face in his friend’s shoulder as he let a few tears fall down his face. "Dammit why do I have to be so weak…." He mumbled to himself, but it was loud enough that the other two heard him.

Florida moved a little closer to him and gently wiped a tear from his face. "It’s not weak to need to cry, New York. Everybody needs a good cry once in a while, it’s completely normal. It’s also completely normal to need some form of affection too, so don’t start beating yourself up over needing it. I will not hesitate to do what I did to Tennessee and send the meth gators."

That got a small chuckle out of the Empire State, even though it sounded more like a smoker’s cough (probably from all the smoke—). York allowed himself to get pulled into a laying position by Louisiana, and just buried his face in his chest with a deep contented sigh.

Florida managed to get on the other side of them, and started gently petting NY’s cat-ears., and in response York started purring and his tail started swaying gently. Florida laughed to himself a bit. No matter how much NY said he hated this kind of affection, anybody that knew him well enough knew that he did in fact enjoy it a lot, just at the moment there was a tail to prove it :)

And they all fell asleep the end :)

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@simpyfrog I did it :D

And @literallyjustexistinghere cuz you seem to be just as obsessed with NY as I am lmao

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt new york #wttt louisiana #wttt florida #soft boi hours #I like making big tough guys soft just for the hell of it #cat-bird!New York go brrrrrr-#gator-wolf!Louisiana go brrrrrrrr-#my last two brain cells go brrrrrr…..

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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no bottom surgery pls! and maybe reader eating him out? i think that man deserves his pussy ate lmao

(i am also a trans man if that matters! thanks again)

You got it >:3

Like I said in a previous response to you, I’ve never written an explicitly trans character before, so if I fuck it up by any chance then please don’t hesitate to correct me on anything!! I’m more than happy to make any necessary revisions!

(I’ve also never written a M!Reader before but I’m gonna for this, since you’ve specified your gender. I’m very nervous to post, but it was a fun challenge, so I really hope it doesn’t disappoint 💕 ^^)

The Sweetest Treat | TransMasc!Arven x TransMasc!Reader

Note: In case anyone is new here, please note that I headcanon Arven as an adult! Please consider this aged up if I’m proven wrong in the future.

Rating: Mature/Explicit | WC: 1,388

“You sure this is okay?”

Your head is rested on Arven’s bare thigh while his dripping core pulses below you. His breaths shake as you trace featherlight shapes with your fingers around his pubic area; you don’t want to touch him until he’s ready, but Arceus it’s tempting.

Peppering soft kisses of reassurance to his skin, you hum a quiet “Mhm.” One he can feel more than he can hear. “Just let me take care of you,” you murmur.

Looking up at him with hungry eyes, you revel in how vulnerable your partner looks. How prepared he looks.

“Alright,” Arven sighs.

“You comfy?”

“Yeah.” He nods after readjusting his weight onto his elbows a bit. “A-are you?”

Laughing, you nod back at him. Although your comfort is the last thing on your mind right now, it’s not a lie. Arven’s soft yet firm thigh is the perfect pillow, and his extremely yellow bed isn’t the worst mattress you’ve laid on.

“Ready?”

A shaky sigh leaves Arven as he nods again. “Do your worst.”

Gladly.

Your eyes flicker down to Arven’s pussy, and it takes all the restraint in your body not to touch your own.’You can do this to yourself later,’ you repeat in your head. Don’t wanna give your boyfriend a shitty experience just because you got distracted by your own carnal desires.

You drag your pointer down to Arven’s lips, dipping just slightly into his folds. Before you can even really do anything, he’s squirming beneath your touch. His satisfaction brings a genuine smile to your face.

“Mmmn,” he hums, eyelids flickering shut.

So reactive…

‘I can have fun with this,’ you think to yourself.

You press a light bite to Arven’s inner thigh, and his visible iris flickers back open with a gasp. “Eyes on me, ‘kay?”

Blushing madly and swallowing a whine in his throat, Arven nods his response. You press on him a little harder before using your pointer and middle finger to spread him open. Finally, you plant a chaste kiss against him, before gently licking up his slit.

Arven’s teal orb doesn’t stray from yours as you draw lazy letters and numbers onto him with your tongue. It stays trained on you as he moans, squirming against your mouth.

You stop for just a moment and sweetly smile up at him. “That’s my good boy.”

The praise raises Arven’s brow and he groans, bucking his hips into your touch. He’s stronger than you, so you struggle to hold his lower half in place as he writhes against you. Taking the hint, though, he does his best to keep still.

Arven drinks in the way you look — foggy eyed and with a deep blush coating your own cheeks, while he makes a mess of your profile with his arousal. You catch him staring, and you know that it’s not because he’s been told to, but because he wants to. The sight of you laying naked with your face between his legs, making him feel the best he ever has, is something he’s only ever dreamed of.

Another giggle escapes you as you hover over his bud. Your lips brush against it as you use your honeyed words to continue breaking him down.

“You really like being my good boy, don’t you?”

“Fuck,” Arven whines. His visible eye rolls back for a moment before his gaze reaches yours again. Makes you smile wider, more catlike. He’s so obedient. “Yeah,” he sighs.

You give him a particularly harsh suck, just to see what sort of reaction your boyfriend will gift you in return. He doesn’t disappoint; a wanton groan escapes him, and he throws his head back. His beautiful throat’s exposed and you can almost see some of his other eye from this angle. One of his hands tangles in your hair, tugging just hard enough to get your rocks off a little, as the other grips the sheets.

“S-such a good… ah!” Arven stops himself with an embarrassed yelp.

…Oh?

“You were about to call me a good boy too, weren’t you, baby?”

Biting his lip, the man doesn’t answer you. Can’t have that, now, can you? Still working your tongue along his folds, you slide a finger into Arven’s entrance.

“Oh, fuck!”

“So?” You ask between laps. “You were saying…?“

“I-I, shit, yes, you’re such a good boy...”

So cute!

“Thank you,” you lilt as you add a second finger. “S’this alright? I can pull out if you’re uncomforta—“

Arven cuts you off, desperately advising against your suggestion. “Please don’t, feels so good.”

A second hand wraps into your hair as you smile against Arven’s cunt. “Glad I can make you feel like this,” you murmur. “My sweet boy.”

A heady cry emits from Arven’s throat. God, you love his sounds. “My sweet…” you pause to flatten your tongue against him, licking a slow, hard strip. “…perfect boy.”

Pulling away so as to give your mouth a break, you use your thumb against Arven’s clit. You can’t help but shiver a little at the sight of his wetness and your spit mixing, creating a thick connection between your chin and his core.

“Tell me what you need me to do.”

“Oh— mmm.” Seeming to have been caught off-guard by your order, Arven clears his throat. “C-can you go faster? Please?”

“Of course,” you whisper.

Just as he requested, you twitch your thumb around him while your fingers dance inside him. You pepper love bites on his skin, kissing each bruise better as they appear. All the while, Arven’s mewls are getting louder. Throatier. Needier.

You return your tastebuds back to him, doing your best to lick and suck according to his responses. He really loved that little flicky-thing you just did with the tip of your tongue, so you surprise him with it every once in a while. Every time, he sounds absolutely euphoric.

Noticing how your partner twitches into your lips, you wonder how close to completion he is. You don’t want this to end… then again you’ll make him cum as many times as he wants you to if it means you’ll get to keep at this.

“How are you doing, love?” You hope he was able to understand you, talking with your mouth full.

His response is… incoherent, to say the least. He’s been fucked stupid. Perfect. Must be getting there!

“You gonna cum for me, or what?” Biting his lip and looking down at you through tears, Arven nods. Smiling and pumping your fingers into his sweet spot even harder, you add, “Bet you’re gonna taste so fucking good, baby.”

Before you can even get your lips back on him, Arven’s beginning to snap. You do your best to work your tongue in all the ways you know he loves, as the flavor of his release coats your mouth. You can’t deny the excitement and pride that bubbles within your tummy as he rides your fingers and ruts into your licks. Not wanting to overstimulate him, in case he isn’t into that, you stop moving, simply letting him get off on you.

As he comes down from his high, Arven leans back onto the bed. His chest heaves, and his skin glistens with sweat, but he’s laughing.

“That was so cool…” he mutters. You can’t tell if he’s talking to himself, or to you, or to Arceus.

After licking your fingers clean, you inch up on top of Arven, cuddling into his chest. “You did so good,” you softly reassure him, running your fingers through his bangs before cupping his face.

“You did all the work…” he bashfully mumbles.

Arven leans his face against your forehead, pressing a brief kiss to it. Working his way down your temples and cheeks from there, he meets your lips – you feel his features heat up under your touch as he tastes himself on you, but he slips his tongue into your kiss anyway. A quiet squeak escapes you, and your seemingly innocent boyfriend’s lips curl into a grin.

Oh?!

Within seconds, your back is against the mattress, Arven’s body hovering above yours as he kisses down your neck. You squirm beneath his touch, feeling your cheeks grow rosier as Arven determinedly nibbles and licks lower, and lower, and lower, until he’s near your own core.

“Your turn, sweet boy.”

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dianight · 1 year

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Okay, let’s do this.

I have finished volume 1 of Otherside Picnic. Spoilers ahead I suppose.

Ended up a bit long and not very connected, just my thoughts as organized as possible.

This hit me in a different way compared to the manga, because while in the manga you can see Sorawo’s fascination with Toriko, in the novel it’s actually even funnier because of how often she’s thinking about how beautiful she is, getting stunned looking at her or just having very lesbian thoughts. I thought it was exaggeration... lmao

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I’m reminded of how often I’ll try to recommend an upcoming anime to my friends, only for it to be in some form disappointing. As examples from this season: Yuusha ga Shinda [reminder for myself to write about this] or Boku no Kokoro no Yabai Yatsu. From past seasons: Mieruko-chan, Yugami-kun or Tsugumomo.

The general idea about these anime is that they might be (very often not) good anime, but the manga is going to be superior most of the time. Whether it is because the gags fit better in manga form (Mieruko-chan), it is a subpar adaptation (Otherside Picnic !!!!) or because it doesn’t reach the “good part” in a season or two (Tsugumomo, Yugami-kun), in the end, for me to recommend this series (keyword) to people I would simply point to the manga instead.

That is to say, some series are a better fit for a particular medium. I believe that Otherside Picnic is just better as a novel. Having (more of) the inner thoughts of Sorawo so you truly feel how she sees the world is superior to the manga, where a paragraph of inner monologue might get reduced to one or two sentences.

Speaking of, even on volume 1 you can see how everyone is SO weird. Sorawo is the weirdest by far. “Yeah, my childhood was pretty average. My mom dies, my dad and grandma join a cult. There’s some beef with some other cult (?), so I spend most of high school in random places just so I don’t have to be home. Then people try to kill/kidnap me, and I had the brilliant idea of using KEROSENE to burn my family, but they got lost and died. Oh well, you know, your usual japanese childhood.”

Like memes aside, she needs to work through some (a lot) of stuff, but her serious problems also get eclipsed by her tendency to stare at Toriko while thinking about how hot/beautiful/amazing she is, and then ignore those feelings completely. When people joke about how so in denial she is, it is not an exaggeration. I lost count of all the times she compliments Toriko in her head. Several times per file.

Toriko is also out there, although in volume 1 it might not be apparent by itself. Ordering food just to watch Sorawo eat, some of the things she does/says to her would make me think she’s coming on to me, and despite how warped Sorawo’s worldview is she is rightfully scared of how casual Toriko is with handling guns. Granted, the Otherside is dangerous, so eventually one would get used to it I assume, but Toriko sees nothing wrong at all even when pointed out.

Example of how great they are for each other:

Kozakura gets her own introduction and her own (shared with Sorawo) file. Her weirdness might not be visible right away, but it’s there. She “collects” artifacts from the Zone... I mean Otherside, paying an absurd[1] amount for the Kunekune’s cube. She keeps a shotgun in her house. She is also willing to stay in the Otherside, in pajamas and sandals, if it means that she might see Satsuki.

Yeah, those last two might actually be on the “normal” side considering the circumstances and relationship with Satsuki.

All of that to say: Sorawo is a fucking weirdo, but I was honestly surprised at seeing Toriko’s behavior from Sorawo’s perspective (compared to the manga I mean). I genuinely feel like she was trying to flirt with Sorawo, intentional or not I don’t know yet. It is hard to tell, made more confusing by this part:

If we take her word, she does come of as kind of reserved (shy?) when talking to other people (men(!)) so I would assume she is trying to get closer to Sorawo (in her own way) but she is just that dense and we read it through that lens, so it might have been ultra obvious for anyone other than Sorawo and we readers can’t tell because of it (or it’s a me problem and I’m reading too much into it).

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Overall, I think reading the manga first might have been good. I can look at their actions and get even more confused. Instead of thinking of how weird they are, I’m thinking “are they just weird or really bad at comunicating” (or both).

To finish off, a bad poem (Ctrl+F beautiful):

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[1] A million yen is ~6700€, which means they get 3350€ for risking their lifes to bring back an artifact (if Kozakura buys it, which she didn’t when they brought back Hasshaku-sama’s hat). It might actually be a reasonable amount considering the risk of not getting paid + the dangers of the Otherside.

#dia talks #otherside picnic

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ritzyu · 2 years

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Pretty Flower.

🌹Favorite line: "You kiss me then fuck her!?" Sorry I just had to lmao

🌹 pairing: Yeonjun x fem!reader

🌹 genre: angst, fluff (if you squint), and pinch of smut..

🌹 warnings: mentions of; violence, suicidal thoughts, blood, fictional disease- (hanahaki disease), coughing out blood and flowers, cursing, suggestive contents, pet names, unprotected sex, soft sex. if I miss something, please do tell me^^.

🌹 w/c: 8.9k

🌹 disclaimer(s):

the header and dividers in this post were edited/made by me, so please don’t come at me for “not giving credit”.

this does not represent txt’s Choi Yeonjun in any way. Everything that this post contains are all fiction. Please don’t take anything too seriously.

🌹 a/n: hi loves, I'm sorry this post took too long to update:( life happened so.. Anyways - This fic contains mature content. Please, Minors Do Not Interact. Oh and btw, the smut part will start under the red divider, and will end once you see the second red divider^^ (I said that bcs just in case y’all wanna skip it lmfao). thank you and I hope you enjoy!

You and Yeonjun were both in the library, studying and preparing for the final exam you’ll be having in a few days, which was math. Yeonjun wasn’t really your classmate. He was a year ahead of you. His class were finished with their finals and other schoolwork, so he happily obliged when you asked him if he was able to help you study, since he didn’t have anything better to do and wanted to spend more time with you.

“So you multiply this term by that term then...” you mumble, tapping the end of your mechanical pencil on your chin as you stare down at the problem Yeonjun gave you as practice. Yeonjun smiled, seeing how cute you were, slightly struggling and so focused on solving the last question.

“Okay, I’m finished!” with a proud and confident smile, you spun your paper upside down and slid it closer to Yeonjun’s side. He raised a brow at you before eyeing the piece of paper. He placed his index finger on it as he checked your answers. After ten seconds, he shook his head then gave you back your paper. Explaining how you did the last question wrong.

Clicking his tongue, he wrote another two problems on a separate sheet of paper. “Come on Jjun! It was just one question!” you whined, making the man in front of you lift his head from the paper. “You know our rules, y/n. One wrong question, you get an extra two more to solve.” you crossed your arms and pout at him, a frown visible on your face. Yeonjun sighed.

“Fine. I’ll let you off the hook this time because your cute.” he leaned over to your side of the table and pinched your nose as he shakes your head. “Come on little one, I’ll get you something to eat for your hard work-” his sentence got cut short when someone suddenly spoke.

“That wouldn’t be necessary, Yeonjun.” it was Ryan, your boyfriend that Yeonjun thinks is a complete eyesore. You and Ryan had been dating for almost a year now. No matter how much you try to make Ryan and Yeonjun, whom was your best friend for almost half of your life, to get along, they just won’t cooperate.

Yeonjun always thought Ryan was a complete jerk and was just a fuck boy whom just had his cock inside women each and every night, he wasn’t wrong though. That’s why he was so surprised when you told him that you were dating the Ryan. You told him not to worry about you and told him that Ryan sounded sincere when he told you what he felt. He was disappointed, but didn’t want to just tell you to break up with Ryan because of what he believes he is, and he didn’t wanna seem that he was controlling your life, which wasn’t. He wanted you to be free and happy, so he just warned you to be careful and immediately tell him if Ryan did some fucked up shit.

“I’ll be taking her out.” Ryan then placed a hand over your shoulder, Yeonjun mentally rolled his eyes at that, he just nodded and waved goodbye to you and with that, he left without a word. You were looking back at him with a slightly upset face, he didn’t even give you a chance to thank him.

“C’mon, baby” Ryan kissed you on the lips, you nodded then went out the library. You two were just having a normal conversation until his phone suddenly rang. He took it out of his pocket to check who it was. His eyes widened for a while once he checked who it was before turning to you. Just as when you were about to ask him who it was, he spoke, “Excuse me” he then turned around and walked a little bit away from you before answering the call.

An agonizing five minutes of waiting passed and you then saw him coming back to where you were, his face looking tense and awkward, palm resting on the back of his neck. You sighed, knowing what words he was going to spit out now. “Sorry baby, I can’t go with you right now, it’s just an emergency and I need to go, I also can’t drop you home since it’s urge-”

“It’s alright,” you gave him a half lit fake smile, “I could just walk.” Ryan kissed your forehead and thanked you for understanding, then, he got in his car and left.

It’s not like you cared anymore if he drops you home anyways, you got used to it. You didn’t wanna seem like a complete brat and while and complain about his reason more like excuses. You started walking home, but you felt a sudden tightness in your chest. You struggled to find you inhaler in your bag, and once you did you eventually dropped it, before you could even pick it up, someone else did. Yeonjun.

“Woah there y/n,” he then immediately went to you and handed you your inhaler. Once you calmed down, you looked back at Yeonjun, who was looking back at you with eyes filled waves of concern. You thanked the man and he sighed.

“He left you again, huh? That fucker.” chuckling awkwardly, you gently nudged your shoulder on his arm. “It’s alright Jju-” “No. It’s not. Aish.” he took your bag and slung it over his shoulder then took your hand in his. Opening the door to his car, he gestured his hand for you to go inside and you did, he then followed.

He turned on the engine of his car and started driving, his finger tapping on the steering wheel. “Where are we going Jjun?”

“I’m driving you home. Something that that stupid excuse of a boyfriend, Ryan, can’t do.” you gulped, then silence filled the car. You both were sitting in complete silence as he drove you home. A few unbearable minutes passed, Yeonjun finally spoke.

“I’m sorry.” he started, “It’s just pissing me off that he just leaves you on the spot every fucking time.”

“He said it’s urgent-”

“It’s always like that. What? Is his mom always confined in the hospital every other day? Or maybe his little sister gets the flue for one whole week and suddenly she gets dengue the next week?” he scoffed, spinning the wheel with one hand, his eyes furiously focused on the road as he was driving into a familiar street that led to your home. “Darling, if he’s lying he sure is terrible at it, like everything else he does, for fucks sake.”

You just sat there in silence, you don’t know how you could defend your boyfriend now, every word Yeonjun had said was true though. He looked at your face, eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall any second now, he stopped the car right in front of your doorstep.

“Shit.. I’m so so sorry y/n, I-..” you wiped the tears that already fell, sniffling, you waved a hand at him in protest, “It’s alright Jjun, I’ll.. I’ll try to talk to him about it next time we meet.” Yeonjun felt his heart ache. He then placed a hand on your cheek, cupping it and caressing it oh so gently as he draws circles around it with his thumb as a way for saying sorry and then nodded.

You opened the door of his car and got out, but before closing the door, Yeonjun spoke up once more, “By the way, y/n, I’ll be out of town for a few days, I’ll be visiting my grandparents, I’ll be sure to update you when I leave and when I get there, okay?” you smiled warmly, nodding in response. You then thanked him for earlier and wished him safe travels before he left.

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The next day, you received a message from Yeonjun at 7am;

Jjunnie<3

Good morning y/n, just wanted to update you that I’m all set to leave now. :)

To; Jjunnie<3

Hey Jjunnieee, good morning! Stay safe on your way there<3

Jjunnie<3

Thank you, bun<3

You smiled at your phone before finally deciding to get up and shower. It was Saturday and remembered that Ryan promised you that he’d take you out on a date today this afternoon. After showering, you dug into your closet to find some decent clothes. You finally settled on a cute pink skirt and plain white polo shirt, paired with white rubber shoes.

“He said he’d pick me up at 11am,” you mumble to yourself as you checked the time. “It’s 9:30.” you then clapped your hands once, smiling like an idiot. “I have plenty of time to get ready!”

An hour passed and you looked at yourself in your bathroom mirror, all dolled up. You made little jumps, not being able to contain your excitement. You looked stellar. From your hair and make up, to your outfit, humming in satisfaction at how cute you looked.

You took your phone and black purse before heading out to wait for your boyfriend, Ryan, to come pick you up outside your house.

A thirty minutes passed, but he still wasn’t here. You shrugged, thinking that he must be a little late.

Well, minute turned into hours. 2hours, to be exact. You were getting impatient, yet also, worried, so you took your bike and went to Ryan’s place to check up on him. When you did, you saw another car parked right next to Ryan’s. Thinking that he might just have a visitor, you calm down and knock at his door, but to your surprise, it creaked open when you knocked once.

“Why would this man leave his door open like this, aish..” you whisper. You called out Ryan’s name a couple of times before letting yourself in. You scanned his living room, seeing as it was slightly, messy. You found a red purse lying down on the carpet, a laced bra hanging from the arm of the couch. You gulped, not wanting to believe the thoughts that were running into your head.

Just then, you heard.. noises, coming from upstairs. You didn’t wanna be nosy, but something in you needed to know what was going on. Quietly waking up the stairs, it didn’t take you long to find out that the noise you were hearing came from Ryan’s room. The door was slightly cracked open, you bent down and peeked through the small gap provided.

Your eyes widened, you covered your mouth to prevent any noise coming out from it. There you saw Ryan, fucking another woman.

“Aren't I better than that virgin bitch, Ryan?” the woman said between moans, throwing her head back as pleasure that she was receiving built up. Ryan immediately responded with ‘yes baby’, that definitely made your heart break into pieces. You lost it once you heard the words that came out of his dirty mouth. You felt the sharp pain in your chest again as it tightened, but you didn’t care right now. You didn’t wanna stay silent anymore.

“You fucking bastard, Ryan!” you shouted, as you kicked the door fully open. Ryan and the woman he was with were both too stunned at the sudden action to even speak. Seeing them like that literally made your blood boil, your heart aching painfully.

“So this is what you were fucking up to? Fucking women behind my back?” you pointed at the woman under him with wide eyes that were piercing Ryan’s. Biting your lip, not wanting to let more of your emotions seep out right in front of two disgusting pigs.

“Y/n,” he sighed, “let me expla-” “Shut it! Explain? I’ve already seen enough. You’re not fooling me anymore. What were you thinking!? You kiss me then fuck her!? Did what we have meant absolutely nothing to you?” you held your hand to your chest, feeling the pain surge through your body more. "We're fucking over." Ryan sighed again face in his palms, mentally rolling his eyes, yet you could still see that there was not even an ounce of shame visible on his face for what he'd done. “You two fucking disgust me.”

“Look, y/n--”

You slammed the door shut before he could even finish his sentence. You furiously went downstairs, but as you were on your way to the door, you were coughing.. petals? White petals that looked like they were poorly coated in a blood. You heard Ryan’s door open and you immediately ran back to your bike while still coughing an enormous amount of petals with blood.

You ignored how Ryan screamed your name. You just quickly rode your bike home, blocking out any noises around you.

Once you reached your house, you locked the doors and windows before going to lock yourself in your room’s bathroom. Petals soon came out as a whole flower as you continued to cough. You couldn’t stop, you just coughed, and coughed and cried until you fainted on the floor.

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You woke up the next morning, lying down on the cold tiles of your bathroom floor, which was tainted with blood, flowers, and petals scattered around you. Your sink and bathtub almost filled with the same contents.

Your throat hurts so much, and whenever you take even the shortest of breaths, it felt like something would be pinching your lungs, meaning that your breathing was very limited.

Standing up, you held onto the the sink for support, staring into your reflection in the mirror, you were horrified. You were a complete mess. You, once more looked at your surroundings, not knowing what was happening to you.

You picked up a flower from the sink, examining it, “Are these actually flowers..?” your other hand then flew to your neck, feeling a slight sharp pain when you spoke. While you were having trouble about what to believe or not, you hear your phone ringing from your bedroom.

You went out of the bathroom, stumbling as you did. Seeing that the name of the contact was Yeonjun’s, you took your phone and answered almost immediately.

“Thank God! You finally answered! I was worried sick. ” you could hear him sigh in relief at the end of his sentence. You forced out a chuckle.

“I’m sorry, Jjun. I-I was just dealing with something.”

“I see.. well, I just wanted to check up on how you were doing? You alright, bun?”

“I’m.. I'm doing alright.. how ‘bout you?” Yeonjun frowned, noticing how your tone and voice were very different than before. Call him weird for that, but he could know if you weren’t alright just by hearing your voice. He didn’t hear that chirpy pitch you had when speaking, you sounded so dull to him. You hated that you couldn’t really hide anything that you felt, not that you actually mind, but it could be annoying. That also meant he could indicate if you were lying or not, very easily.

“You don’t sound alright. Something happened?”

“I’m alright Jjun, just a little cold, that can’t kill me, can’t it?” you joked, that still didn’t sit well with Yeonjun. But he didn’t wanna force something out of you, and maybe he was just over reacting, so he sighed and gave you some things you could do to get through your cold without any complications. You thanked him and he excused himself, saying that he needed to go help his grandparents with cooking breakfast.

“You should go eat something too, y/n.”

“How did you..-”

“I always know,” you chuckle at that. You didn’t necessarily found that creepy or anything, it was just surprising how Yeonjun knew you all too well. "Well, it's easier when I was with you through almost all your life." he laughed.

“I need to go now, bun, call you later, yeah?” you hummed in approval and bid your goodbyes.

After the call ended, you went back to your bathroom, still not wanting to believe the scene that was displayed right in front of you. It looked like a place where a murder had taken place. It smelled so foul, you wanted to vomit, but with the lack of contents in your stomach, you just couldn’t.

After cleaning the bathroom and yourself, you went to your kitchen and took out some left over soup then heated it while checking on the internet what you were feeling. But, nothing seemed to be showing up.

You wanted to say that you might just be hallucinating the flowers and blood, but you just cleaned your bathroom and clothes. You felt each flower and petals before throwing them into the trashcan. They felt real. They were real. The blood was also real, you could still taste metallic flavor at the back of your throat.

You gave up on searching what you were feeling, nothing was popping up on Google, YouTube, and etc. it was just wasting your time. You thought it’ll pass, but you wanted to know what caused it. As you scrolling through your phone, you suddenly came across a picture of you and Ryan on your first date.

You treasured that photo so much. You and Ryan had so much fun during that date. He took you to your favorite restaurant, then watched the sunset at the near edge of a cliff, sitting down on top of his car. You slammed your fists onto the table, cringing and asking yourself how foolish you were for loving him. You saw the signs right in front of you, yet your brain was too farsighted to even read them. Yeonjun even warned you about him. But you still loved him so so much. You wanted to hate him so badly but your heart just wouldn’t allow it.

You suddenly felt that tight feeling in your chest and it was slowly getting hard to breathe. You wanted to stand up to go get your inhaler, but it was too late. You started to cough again, covering your mouth instinctively. When you look down at your hands, you saw a whole flower, displayed right in front of you. A white rose, tinted with blood. At first the flower you were coughing out the night before wasn't so recognizable, since most of them were closed.

You stayed like that for over an hour. You were crying in pain but no one could even hear you. You were alone. After that you just laid your head on the table, sobbing. You knew crying was useless right now. But what else could you do? Your used to be the love of your life was cheating on you with another woman behind your back. Someone who seemed more prettier, sexier, blonde, heck maybe she could've been better than you with everything. She's perfect for him. You thought, heart aching as your thoughts run wildly through your head.

What also pained you is that he didn't even bother to actually pay you a visit. Message you. Or whatever. Did the time you guys shared together, nothing? Were you nothing? Weren't you enough? Was he actually happy that you finally broke off with him? Did he actually love you? You banged your head to your table, wanting these thoughts to stop.

Your best friend, and probably your only true friend in this cruel world, still hasn't come back in town yet. He was the only one whom was there for you when you were lost in life and didn't know what to do. No parents. Relatives. Just you. And now you're all alone, suffering from something you don't even know. All you know is that it just makes you feel more like shit than you already are now. It just adds to the pain and stress that you're going through.

You wanted to call Yeonjun and tell him what actually happened and what was happening to you. But you didn't wanna burden him while he must be having the time of his life with his family. Something in you also really didn't want him to see you like this.

↻ - time skip to 9:45pm - ⟳

After a while, you felt as if you wanted to take your own life right then and there. Every time you thought about that filthy liar, Ryan, you immediately start to cough. Who could blame you though? Sometimes more blood would come out than the flower or petals. Your breathing became more and more limited, feeling something sharp poking you from the inside while you even attempt to breathe.

It was just pure torture for you. You wanted all this to stop. It was becoming more and more unbearable by each agonizing moment. You asked yourself; what did I ever do to deserve this?

Just then, your phone on your night stand started ringing, you wanted to ignore it, but seeing as it was Yeonjun's contact whom was calling you, you had to answer. You didn't want that man to waste his time tryna call you back multiple times whilst almost getting a stroke just by worrying about you.

You weakly reached out to your phone. Once you answer it, you tried your best to greet him with a cheerful tone like you once had before. But your body just wouldn't allow it. Your voice was tired and hoarse.

"Woah, did your cold get worse, bun?" concern could be heard from his voice.

"Mhm, unfortunately,"

"Are you sure it's just a cold, sweetheart?" your breath hitched, pausing for a second before answering.

"Y-yeah.. But it's not something I can't handle..!"

"Mhm," he hummed, almost sarcastically. "Well, tell me whenever that cold of yours starts to calm down, alright?" of course, Yeonjun didn't believe a word you said. You sounded so sorrowful. He got chills up his spine whenever you spoke but not in this way.

"By the way, y/n, I'm going back home tomorrow evening."

"TOMORROW!?" you almost jumped from your bed. No. Not tomorrow. Not when I haven't even found out how to get rid of this.. Curse. You thought.

"Yeah? Geez bunny, you sound like you're not happy about that, don't you miss me?" he said, jokingly, yet inside he was being serious, trying to see if he'd get something to slip out of you. His arms crossed as he leaned on the door frame of his room

"N-no! I really do miss you! I-it's just, d-don't you wanna spend some m-more time with your family there?" you were struggling as you tried to think of things to tell him.

"I spent quite enough time with them. And my gramps have more than enough grandkids there to help them."

"I-I see.." you faked a yawn before forcing out a chuckle, "W-why won't you look at that, I n-need to go to bed now haha. Good night Jjun..!" you ended the call before he could even wish you goodnight.

Curling up into a ball, trying to fall asleep. And which, you eventually did.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, please, forgive me? I promise I'll never do anything as stupid as I did before please, come back to me," Ryan said as he went down on his knees, his hands desperately holding yours captive as if he was gonna fall from a cliff if he were to let go.

"I-I don't know Ryan..'" you answered, looking down, but your eyes averted his. Just then he got up and held your shoulders, shaking you aggressively as he yelled.

"Y/N PLEASE!" you stared at him with wide eyes, for some reason you were peralized on the spot. You tried to move and push him away, but to your horror, once you laid hands on him, your hand went through him. You retract your hand from his body. It was covered with this black substance.

You looked back at Ryan, whom was looking directly at you, a rose in his mouth, petals all over his used to be white smooth skin, which was now just complete black mush. You wanted to scream, but can't. Ryan kept on yelling the same thing. Begging you to come back to him.

"I know you still love me! So come back!" just then, his mush body started to melt right in front of you.

"I NEED YOU!"

You gasp, sitting up from your bed, you looked around, seeing that you were actually in your room, you sighed in relief. "It was just a nightmare." you told yourself. You were covered in cold sweat. Your whole body slightly shaken up.

Your eyes then drifted to your bed when you felt your hand come in contact with something soft and silky. You almost screamed when you saw your white bed sheets were tainted with blood and roses.

"You've got to be kidding me right now.." caressing the blood stains with your thumb, "Even in my sleep..? What the fuck?" your attention suddenly turned to your hand. Your skin was paler than before due to blood loss.

"I might die without even fucking trying." you punched your bed before getting up to go clean yourself. You haven't went outside for only a day and a half, yet it felt like you were imprisoned in your house for decades.

So you picked out some clothes and went to your front door, hesitating to open it at first but you eventually did. The sun was covered with some grey clouds, you didn't complain though. You let the cool breeze of wind hit your warm pail skin.

You were walking around your neighborhood then went to a park nearby. While walking, you came across an old familiar tree. It was the tree where you and Yeonjun met when you were still little kids, you were new to the neighborhood that time, you were lost and Yeonjun found you crying while standing right next to that tree. He asked you where you lived and you just described what color your house was and what plants were at your front portch. You giggled at that memory, yet it was also the tree where your name and Ryan's were carved on, a crooked heart surrounding your names in the middle.

You walked towards the tree, placing a hand on the carved letters, sweet memories started to come back to you, making you smile softly. But your thoughts vanished when you heard a couple laughing on a bench right in front of the tree. You hid behind it and peeked your head instinctively to check who they were or did they see you.

You saw a girl with brown silky hair, pretty slim body and slightly tanned skin. When you looked at the man right next to her, your world wanted to crumble right then and there. The boy was none other than Ryan.

You wanted to leave immediately, since you looked like a creep staring at a cute couple. What made you sick to your stomach and your knees weaken was when you saw him kiss her the way he used to kiss you. But the way he stared at her was completely different. He looked into her eyes with a sparks in his.

You suddenly punched the tree, and once you realized what you did you immediately ran away. Stupid! Why’d you do that you fucking idiot?

Ryan looked back to check what made the loud thud from behind them, but all he saw was a person running away, wearing a black hoodie. He couldn't even recognize you. He shrugged and went back to talking to his date.

Seriously? Of all places? He chose to have a date here?! you though to yourself, your back against your door, sliding down, trying to catch your breath, little by little. You ran back to your house after punching that tree. You didn’t know what came over you.

Staring at your fist, slightly bloody, splinters poking your fists, you sighed. You were pretty sure you’d be passing out anytime soon due to too much blood loss. You got up and went to your bathroom, taking out a first aid and washing your hands, removing the splinters before grabbing some bandages to patch yourself up.

While wrapping the bandage around your fists, you imagined how Ryan would take care of you right now. Standing right behind you, wrapping the bandage oh so gently around your wound and kissing it once he was finished. No. You shook your head.

“You’re being delusional.” you tell yourself. It was true though. Ryan would never do that. He had always been a jerk when it came to you. He was just acting all lovey-dovey with you when you were with Yeonjun. You didn’t realize that until now.

The image you made of him in your mind made you believe he was the perfect and best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. But in fact, he was the complete polar opposite. You were just imagining every single scenario where you and him had the perfect life.

You hated yourself for being so foolish as to fall in love with that jerk in the first place. Yet you also pity yourself, you loved and loved, even if it made you a selfless maniac. You even gave all the love that you saved up for yourself.

You wanted to hate him for that, yet your heart just couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried. Telling yourself that he wasn’t the one and he was just a total jerk that made you his past time, and just for him to keep a good reputation, wasn’t enough for you to move on.

You sat down on the rim of your tub, feeling so light headed and dizzy. You started to feel something clogging your throat, making it very hard to breathe. You immediately bent down to your bath tub as you tried to put two fingers down your throat, trying to trigger your gagging reflexes and let out whatever was clogging your throat.

You felt something all too familiar. You knew what it was so without hesitation you pulled out the white rose, but this time, it had some sort of stem attached to it. Unlike the others, this was the only one whom had a stem.

A second or two pass, you started feeling sick to your stomach and vomited tons of blood and flowers all over your bath tub. Your hand slipped and you fell into the tub. You watched in horror at what was happening, making you let out more and more of the already scattered contents in your tub. You wanted to scream like before but couldn't. You could almost suffocate at so much of blood and flowers you were letting out all at once, your body not even having sympathy to give you time to breathe.

You were in too much pain to even notice that someone was banging at your front door so hard. Yeonjun.

He came home earlier than he told you he'd be. And when he got to your place and he saw one dim light from your room was open, the source being bedroom's bathroom light.

He was so worried when you didn't even pick up the phone not even once when he reaches your home. Your bike was still locked, and he knew you couldn't go very far without that bike. He looked through your living room window, and nothing seemed to be out of place.

So he just thought of one thing, forcing his way in. He didn't care if he might be charged for trespassing by the neighbors. He knew that you were inside. And he knew something was wrong.

"This fucking door-!" he groaned, giving the poor door one last kick.

Once he finally broke your door open, he entered the house, he immediately heard faint cries from upstairs. He went upstairs, faster than light. He swore he almost could've tripped but even if he did, there was no stopping him from getting to you right now

He reached your room, and saw the bathroom door slightly opened, your cries louder than before.

"Y/n!" he yelled out, completely opening the door. The scenery displayed right in front of him was almost something out of a horror movie. Blood was everywhere, roses here and there. His stomach also almost turned at the foul smell. But what made his heart drop was when he saw you.

You were inside your bath tub, hugging your knees close to you, your head laying on your knees as you coughed and vomited flowers and blood on your lap. Your hair was drenched in blood, some petals tangled along your locks. Yeonjun wasted no time to run to your side and held your shoulders for you to look at him, one hand flying to your cheek, caressing it.

"Y/n..?? W-what's happening to you..!? Is this what you've been going through all this time?" no answer. He watched you as tears went down you steaming cheeks fell from your eyes. Blood from your mouth down to your neck and clothes. His eyes drifted to your tub almost half way filled with blood.

"Shit...." He picked you up and held you in his arms. He didn't care if you were gonna ruin his clothes or stain his body with blood. What mattered to him right now was to get you to the hospital.

Opening the car door with his right hand for a second and slightly kicking it for him to have more access. He placed you right next to the drivers seat, putting a seatbelt around you. He soon came in the car himself, he looked at you and moved away some stray hairs from your face and kissed your forehead, "Don't worry, bun. Hang in there, alright?" his voice was shaking, but he composed himself and started to drive. Fast. Yet was trying to be careful not to do anything stupid.

Once he reached the hospital, he quickly yet, carefully got you out of the car and barging in, yelling that you need assistance, now. The nurses immediately took out a hospital bed and Yeonjun laid you there. He was with you the whole time they were bringing you inside the ER, holding your hand, praying to whatever God was listening and seeing you guys right now that you could make it.

He kissed your uninjured hand when he saw that you were close to the ER, meaning he'd be leaving you in doctors care now. His grip on your hand tightened before letting go. Once last cough and you finally could gasp for air after that, your vision became blurry, and all you saw before the closed the door was Yeonjun. Crying and was down on his knees. Then it was all black.

---

Yeonjun had been waiting for you to wake up in the hospital since the day he brought you there. He was talking to the doctor and asked him what sickness or disease you had. He’d heard about coughing out blood, sure. But he had never in his whole life has seen nor heard about coughing blood with flowers.

The doctor said the same thing. This was something new to him too.

“I don’t know what your girlfriend has, Mr. Choi,” Yeonjun stared at the doctor, his mind trying to comprehend what he had just heard, Girlfriend?, he throught to himself. He didn’t wanna ask the Doctor where he got the idea of him being your boyfriend, since he was the one whom brought you here in tears.

“But hopefully, we’ll be able to find out ourselves soon after we do some more further analysis and research about what she’s currently experiencing.” the doctor paused for a second, checking the paper in his hands before proceeding to speak.

“As for now, please do keep an eye on her. Make sure she drinks lots and lots of water and eats a proper meal on time. That’ll hopefully restore some more of the blood and nutrients she lost.” Yeonjun nodded and response, thanking the Doctor as he shook hands with him before he left to go check on another patient.

“Where is Y/n Y/l/n’s room?! I need to see her right now!”

Yeonjun was about to enter your room, but the sudden mention of your name made him stop and look at the direction where the voice came from. His look of concern suddenly changing to a look of pure annoyance and anger.

There at the corner of the hallway, Ryan could be seen charging towards your room. Yeonjun crossed his arms while looking at Ryan from head to toe whom just took a stop a few feet away from Yeonjun.

“And what are you doing here?” Ryan asked, pointing a finger at Yeonjun.

“Don’t point your filthy hands at me.” he shoved Ryan’s finger away with his. “and, shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

“What the fuck do you mean man? Stop being such a jerk and just let me see Y/n!”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. I’m here because I’m the one who brought her here. If you were her boyfriend and actually cared and loved her, why just show up now that she’s in this state?”

“Mind your own business, mate!” Ryan tried to shove Yeonjun away from the door, but Yeonjun stood firm on his ground.

“Y/n is my business. Where the fuck have you been? Y/n has been going through this shit for almost 3 days now! And now you decide to take action? YOU DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING TO MAKE HER PAIN AND STRUGGLING GO AWAY! if anything.. I'M PRETTY SURE YOU MADE IT WORSE. Do you fucking know who puts up with her whenever she’s sick? Who’s her shoulder to lean and cry on when she needs it? Who makes sure all are needs are met at the end of the day? Who stays up late with her all night when she has bad dreams? If you’re thinking of someone other than your fucking self, then you’re automatically correct, asshole!” Yeonjun popped a nerve that very second and gave Ryan a hard punch to his nose, breaking it.

“I never really understood how someone as lovely, caring, smart, like Y/n, had to be paired with you. Of all fucking peop---” punch. Yeonjun held his jaw, hanging it open for a second while glaring at Ryan whom was fuming with anger.

"Then thanks for being my girlfriend's care taker, y-" Ryan got another punch to his eye and fell back.

"I had just about enough of you." Yeonjun was about to pounce on Ryan but nurses and security had been sent to stop the fighting. Yeonjun was looking down at Ryan, whom was acting like a complete mad dog. He mouthed a 'fuck you' 'before Ryan got taken away.

Yeonjun sighed and fixed his clothes before entering your room. Where he was surprised that you were already wide awake. Looking back at him as he entered the room.

You woke up to the sounds of men fighting in the hallways. You had heard everything. Yeonjun went down on his knees as he held your hand in his. Eyes all teary.

"Y/n..? Hey bun, how are you feeling? Something hurt or-?" you tried to avoid eye contact with him. Feeling ashamed once you realize what you made your best friend go through by taking care of you. You just simply shook your head.

Yeonjuns kissed the knuckles of your hand before bending over to hug your torso, quietly sobbing into your shoulder. "You fucking idiot, y/n. I thought I was gonna loose you.." his hug tightened, yet it wasn't enough to break anything that was attached to you right now.

"Yeonjun.. Don't you think I'm a burden to you?" still not facing him, he lifter his head, eyes slightly wide after hearing what you just asked.

"No! Why would you ever think that, bun?" you murmured something not even you knew. He frowned and placed a hand on your chin, gently guiding your head to turn his way.

"Bunny, you're not a burden to me, alright? If you heard what I said in the hallways.. I didn't mind if you tired me out. Because at the end of the day, I see you smile and know that you're in safe hands whenever you're with me. That's enough to give me a complete energy boost." you have him a weak smile, you could cry right now, but you've cried way too much for the past three days, you don't know if you had any more tears left to cry.

"T-thank you Jjun.." he gave you a warm smile, kissing your forehead as he locked his hand that was on your chin, was now drifting to your cheek, gently pinching it.

"Always, my cute little bunny." he stood up, suddenly remembering something. "Oh! You need to eat. Doctor said you need to eat tons of food to get better." he took the lunchbox that was in a small bag and took a table, placing it in front of him as he adjusts your bed to make you sit down.

"Tons? I might get fat-"

"Don't give a fuck." and with that, he fed you until your body almost couldn't take anymore food.

---

A few days pass and you were discharged from the hospital. Somehow, you convinced Yeonjun to come and live with you. You two were living alone And it was easier for the both of you.

"I have a huge ass house that I live alone in, and you live alone in that crappy apartment! And since you're barely even home because you're usually with me.. Why not just move in with me, hmm?" and it didn't take long for him to go with your idea. The next day he was already at your door with all his stuff in boxes.

Your condition went away quickly than expected. You were just coughing less few petals than before with also less blood. Your breathing was no longer an issue. You were getting better and better as the days passed when you were with Yeonjun.

When you told him what happened between you and Ryan, he swore on his mother that he's not letting him go home with just a broken nose and a black eye. But he was also happy that you finally broke it off with that jerk.

"Do we need to call the Mental Hospital for him or something? He's been claiming that he's your boyfriend the second he stepped foot in the hospital!" you chuckle awkwardly. He also was trying to help you get over Ryan these past few days, but when he hugged you, you would never know that he was grinning as if he'd just lured another prey into his cage.

He knew that being happy that your best friend was going through a break up was wrong. But he couldn't help himself. He didn't have bad intentions. All he ever wanted was for you to be his.

And when the day came when he finally got to confess, turns out that you felt the same way. Let's just say he was hysterical that moment. He couldn't help but just pounce on you like a puppy and kiss you. Oh boy how he longed for this moment.

“I’ll show you how you deserved to be loved and taken care of. I know I could treat you way better than any other man had before.”

You were laid down on the bed underneath Yeonjun, still fully clothed. He was staring down at you with adoration and fire in his eyes. How your skin glowed underneath the bright light of the moon. How you stared at him with eyes twinkling like stars. How your soft lips were parted. Everything about you he wanted to ruin.

He wanted to see your fair skin covered with his mark. Eyes tearing up as pleasure builds up inside of you. Lips quivering as he overstimulates you. Just the thoughts that he had right now were enough to make his member hard. But he needed to contain himself. It was your first time, he didn’t wanna take it too far.

Yeonjun then started to kiss your forehead, trailing down to your lips, looking at you with lustful yet gentle eyes.

“Are you sure about this, y/n?” he has asked you this before you even got inside the bedroom with him. You cupped his cheek, pecking his lips before speaking.

“I am very very sure of this, Jjun. Just.. let’s just start slow, yeah?” Yeonjun shot you a soft smirk.

“And slow you will get, my love.” he then started to leave sweet kisses on your neck and collar bone, which you were sure that those would leave marks on your neck, but you could care less. He took his time unbuttoning your blouse and once your clothed chest were already on display for him, just one last layer, he thought. He lifted your body up by your waist, swiftly removing the hook of your bra.

He looked up at you with hungry eyes, asking for consent. You just nod, throwing your head back, the cold air passing through your nipples, hardening them.

He wasted no time and took in one of your nipples in his mouth, toying with it with his tongue. His hand flying to your breast, massaging them as his thumb was circling the lonely nipple. He was watching you with every action he did, searching for a reaction that you may not like it or if you wanted more.

You covered your mouth with your free hand as the other was gently gripping the sheets. Yeonjun didn’t like that. He gently bites your nipple, making you slightly jump.

“No no, princess. Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours, yeah?” you were hesitant, but didn’t want to upset him, you obeyed, shakily retracting your hand from your mouth.

Yeonjun smirked, kissing your nipple. “That’s my good slut.”

As he was playing with your breasts, his knee was teasing your already dripping core under your skirt. You let out cute little whines and moans that were sweet music to Yeonjun’s ears.

Once he was finished toying with your tits, he finally went downtown, carefully removing the short skirt, helping him by lifting up your ass.

“Shit.” he whispered, staring at your dripping core. He blew on it first, checking your reaction. Your hand flew to his hair, gently gripping it, trying not to hurt him.

“P-please.. No more teasing,” Yeonjun chuckled, seeing how you were so sensitive when he barely even touched you.

“Aww,” he cooed, “My precious cute bunny is so polite. Wait a little longer bun, alright? You’ll get what you want. Just be good, yeah?” you hummed whilst nodding. He then slowly enters one of his digits inside of you, making you squirm slightly in place.

“Shit, baby.. I was supposed to prepare you for later. But you’re already so fucking wet. I think I wouldn’t have to do much, sweetheart. But since it’s also your first time, I’ll still prep you, just in case.” he felt you body suddenly tense up, so he caresses his thumb to your inner thigh.

“It’s alright bun, lay back and relax, let me take care of you.” you did what you were told and he proceeded to pump his digit into you, adding a second one not too long after. You were whining and moaning like crazy, you legs started to shiver and your breathing slowly became more labored.

“You doing alright there, bun?” his fingers threatening to slow down, you pathetically grind your pussy on his hand once he did slow down.

“Please Jjun.. Keep going. Please, please, please- ahh!” you arch your back and mouth open wide once Yeonjun pumped faster than before, hitting your g-spot every time. He then entered another finger into you, making you shake your head once you felt a sharp stinging pain as his digits stretch your walls.

“‘m too full.. It hurts a bit..” you cry out softly.

“Shh.. I’ll slow down for now. You’ll get through it, bun. Just need to stretch you out a little bit more just so you’d have no problems taking me later, ‘kay?” after a while of him pumping the last digit slowly and deeper inside of you, he noticed how full you got and gently pulled out.

“I think you’re ready, physically..” he murmured the last word before looking at you. “But are you ready, ready?” you took a moment to catch your breath before answering him.

“Yes. I am.”

“Alright, bun.” he gave you a peck on the lips before gazing into your eyes.

“I love you. Thank you for letting me be your first.”

“I love you more, Jjunnie.”

The next day, you woke up in Yeonjun’s arms, your head rested on his bare chest. You couldn’t believe what just happened last night. You couldn’t exactly remember everything clearly, but all you knew that Yeonjun had taken good care of you.

He always asked if you were comfortable with everything he was doing. Asked you if anything hurt. He made you feel so beautiful, safe and loved throughout the whole night.

You looked up and Yeonjun whom was sound asleep as you were cuddled up right next to him. You snuggled closer to him and kissed his nose, a cheeky smile was suddenly plastered on his face.

“Now that.. was just adorable.” he said, eyes still completely shut and his voice still deep and slightly groggy. Your cheeks heated up all of the sudden, not really expecting him to be awake.

He giggled as he pinched your cheek and sat you up on his stomach, his hands resting on your waist.

“You weren’t too bad for your first time, cute little bunny.” you let out an annoyed groan after hearing his statement. It was more like he was teasing you more than complimenting you.

He finally opened his eyes and he swore to his whole family that he saw a Goddess right before him.

Your messy hair was shining as sunlight seeped through some parts of the window above the headboard of the bed. Some parts of your hair were also elegantly placed on your shoulder. Your fair skin was decorated with his love marks. Your eyes were still a bit monolid as of now but it made you look more hot. To call you beautiful was an understatement. No, no. You were gorgeous. He looked your exposed body up and down without any ounce of shame, witch made you take the whole blanket and rolled down to your side of the bed once you figured out what he was doing.

Yeonjun laughed, turning to your side and placed a hand on your waist once more. He leaned in closer to your ear.

“Aww, my bunny still shy even after what we did last night?”

“Yeonjun! Do you literally wake up and immediately chose to tease me?!” you pout, turning your head to face him. Which yours was completely red, making him laugh again.

“Mmm~ maybe? Or maybe I’m just craving for a round two.” he winked at you, making you stand up immediately from your bed, still covered in your blanket.

“Maybe if you catch me.” you stuck your tongue out at him before speed running downstairs.

“Oh you just wait, Y/n!” he quickly put on his boxers before going downstairs to go look for you.

Once he finally caught up to you, you both were sweating bullets and breathing heavily. Yeonjun was hugging you from behind, while you effortlessly tried to escape, but just endep up sighing and turned around to hug him back.

You both stood there for a while in silence before you spoke.

“I’m so lucky to have you, Jjun.. I don’t know where I’d be if you weren’t here.”

Yeonjun chuckled, ruffling your hair before replying. “Mmm.. Maybe you had still been crying at the police station crying that you don’t exactly know where you live.” you pinch his ear, tugging on it slightly.

“Stop bringing that up!”

“But it’s cute!”

“It’s not!”

“Stop arguing with me before I kiss you.”

“Aw hell naw.” you jokingly push him away, acting all disgusted, “don’t kiss me when you haven’t even brushed your teeth.”

“Are you implying that my breath stinks!?”

“Maybe~” you blew him a kiss and ran away without another word.

“Why you- I swear you’re gonna be so sorry when I get a hold of you, Y/n!”

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