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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Hates to, Hate you.

Word Count: 8k

Summary: Harry realizes that hurting Y/N broke him into pieces and tries to win her back with the confession of true feelings, will Y/N let him? If yes, how? How will he walk through fire for her?

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader!with anxiety.

AU: fake dating, slow burn, sexual tension, enemies to lover!

Warning: Mentions of violence, sexual assault, language, adult topics.

PART 1, MASTERLIST

"Please, stop." He says dolefully rubbing his eyebrows to get rid of the ache pounding in his head.

He's miserable. It hurts to not have her with him. It's been two tragic months of going through constant sleepless nights, disrestless stomach, intoxicating himself to forget her, staring at things like a hawk and missing her terribly.

He was alone before her and never felt this lonely.

He sees her everywhere. In his dreams and her shadows in his drawing room getting excited over a ceramic vase someone gifted him. Dancing in his kitchen to the beat of pink floyd and hip-checking him for a cheerful nudge, in his back garden rescuing a sparrow who broke it's neck and in his attic stressing over her assignments.

Everything reminds him of her. The fruity drinks that the barista's handing to the people, the fairy lights upon their heads and how she used to fond over them —- buying it for his bedroom too and when he refused to hang them, she just brushed off his snarky comment and did it herself.

The ring in Harris finger floods back all the bitter-sweet memories of the time he refused to have a lil fun with her, (Y/N and Harris made friendship rings and bracelets for eachother with the colorful beads to spend their boring time in his home waiting for him to write some lines before they went to a gumball shop) as they try to knock some senses in their friend's brain, "You tried to dodge a heartbreak and still ended up shattering your heart, yourself." They worry about him. That he's been bearing the pain all alone and not sharing it with anyone.

His voice croak-y and hoarse, "How's she?" The question haunts him. She blocked his phone number and even in the wee hours of night he wrecks his mind whether he should call her or not, he couldn't because she doesn't want to hear his voice.

He misses her voice. He misses her complaints and whines as if they filled the stoic parts of his life with happiness.

"How'd I know?" Harris lowers down to rest their elbows on the table, "I -- I thought . . she isn't in contact with ye'?" When Harris shakes their head with a gesture that he's being truthful it sinks his heart furthermore.

He clears his throat, twisting the jewels on his hand and sucks his bottom lip to muster some courage, "I've been seeing someone." Harris chokes on the boba they were chewing on for so long, "You what?" They are completely perturbed at his statement. Even though they've been working together and been friends before Y/N came in the picture, she's still their bezzy and we don't betray our bezzies like that.

"Yeah, someone to help me sort me feelings out." Harry frowns confusedly and then realization washes upon him so he becomes frantic in his chair, "No . . not what you're thinkin'." He runs his fingers through his hair to subside the twitch in them.

"A therapist, 'm talkin' bout a therapist . ." He sighs watching his tea waft down sympathetically.

"Oh. That's a good start, Harry!" Harris tries to bring the same dimply boyish smile that used to flutter over his lips whenever she used to tease him, unfortunately it never appears.

Y/N didn't handle her first ever heartbreak well. She lost her appetite, her focus on her studies and to her surprise didn't shed a single tear –-- it just kept piling in her chest and she waited for the moment it'd burst until she saw those pictures plastered all over social media. Pictures of him with some model that isn't a shorty pants like her at all, totally how those ladies described his type to be and someone with whom he wouldn't be embarrassed to hang out with.

She's everything, Y/N's jealous of. Those sparkling blue eyes compared to her boring brown ones, handsome figure and the radiance of richness.

Then she got stuck into her life responsibilities and worried about other things such that; she wasn't able to pay any bills and her flat's rent despite doing two part time jobs along with doing her class-fellows assignments in return of money and still got kicked out of it. Her close friend offered her to live in her studio and she has made it her kitchen, study, sleeping room with her stuff and clothes scattered everywhere.

She lives on noodles and toasted breads sometimes treating herself with delights of kit-kat bars in the middle of nights.

Watches her friend do her work and leave when the night comes by —- she has never felt this lonely in her entire life.

"So, was it love at first sight?" Nora her friend asks, handing her cuppa tea and a scone. Y/N let a weak sad smile slip, shaking her head and reminiscing all those moments where she was falling in love with him without even realizing, "Falling in love slowly patiently is the most beautiful . . . at some time I used to loathe his existence but staying with him and after knowing him, it was like --— an escapeless tunnel. I didn't realize it, till one day I woke up and my heart saw him in a different light, where I wanted to give him all me lovin' but he wasn't ready for it." She shrugs sipping the hot beverage and doesn't flinch from the burn that tingles at the tip of her tongue.

When she put her cup aside Nora takes her hand assuring her sweetly, "You'll have that person soon -- he's just on his way, with a big bouquet of roses and a teddy bear to give you the lovin' you deserve." Y/N giggles at that waving her off and not showing how her person is still Harry. What does she do to forget him? To fool her in thinking he isn't her first love.

"Aish, Nora aren't you gettin' late? Gooo." She had some clients to meet before she stopped here at studio to grab some things but it turned into a girlie hangout, "Take care honey and don't forget to put a bucket there." She points to the corner where water's dripping from the rooftop and Y/N exhaled an exasperated sigh of breath when the door clicks leaving her alone yet again.

It was past twelve and when usually she pulls an all nighter to study -- today she decided to sleep early. Her bad habit of overthinking kicks in again, this time it's not over some silly thing but she ponders over where she went wrong? She should've kept her feelings to herself and atleast would have been sleeping in her bed cuddled with her chonky cat Zippy.

She misses Zippy badly.

A noise of door unlocking loudly drags her from her reverie and her heart pounds against her ribcage ready to break it. Who could be at this hour of night? It could be Nora since she's the only one who got keys to the place.

Sitting up quickly she squints against the blinding lights and watches someone's boot stepping over her blanket that flopped onto the floor from the sofa she's sleeping on.

"Kevin? What are you doing here?" He's Nora's boyfriend and her classfellow. He just shrugs tumbling his way towards the sofa and she tries to scoot back from him as much as possible, "I'm here to see you. . ." He slurs. It knocks her breath out, filling terror in her veins as the heels of her feet rub against the leather of the couch in her effort to be away from him.

"What? This's not appropriate I -- I . . suggest you to call Nora s –- so, what're you doin —-" She squeaks in fear sinking into the couch when he towers over her and traps her under him with his hands on either side of her body aggressively, "I like you. Why don't you get it!!" She flinches when he shouts angrily with bloodshot eyes and the smell of alcohol disgusts her springing tears in her eyes.

"Please, stop . . ." She whispers with silent tears running down her throat using all her strength to push at his shoulders but he grips her hips tightly and yanks at her sleeping shirt revealing the strap of her bralette. She couldn't even cry for help. It's useless so putting some belief in herself for the last time she uses all her power and kicks him in his crotch pushing him roughly on the floor.

His nails tear at her delicate skin but she doesn't care before running out of the studio ignoring the names he's calling her from behind.

She runs away, away and away. Not thinking twice where she's going before crossing the bridges and tunnels. It feels like her ears are bleeding with the echo of loud horns of traffic and the hopelessness of her life makes her fall on her knees. She cries all the tears she was bottling up for months feeling like she's running out of time and reaching dangerously near to her end.

She's been in the same neighbourhood she's been before many times. The chilly wind doesn't prick goosebumps over her skin, the night's darkness doesn't scare her and the stray dog that's barking somewhere in far doesn't affect her at all as she stares at the door from where she has stepped into her comfort space many times.

Harry's with Scottie. His childhood friend who's here in London for some shoot. They were lounged in the living room talking their hearts out and their cringey memories from when they were small when he halted mid-talk, jaw slacking when his eyes took the sight of someone standing at his main door from the multiple security screens appearing on the telly.

He doesn't believe at first. Thinking he's hallucinating and that maybe he just saw a flicker of a ghost but when she looks up revealing her sad face and those big brown eyes he rushes to open the door.

"Fuck." He breathes out working on the heavy cold locks of the oak door with shaky hands anxiously and she was about to walk away with her back turned to him when he spurts out her name in haste, "Y/N." She listens to him. Insides breaking with the nirvana and scent of him surrounding her.

His breath hitches in his throat when she spins to meet his apprehensive gaze and she doesn't give him a chance to have a proper look at her before falling in his arms, her head hitting his chest and body shaking vigorously as she sobs sadly.

"Darlin'?" He asks worriedly, slipping his arms around her shoulders to lull her in his embrace, "Are you oka?" He feels like his stomach ate his heart as he anticipates an explanation from her and she isn't doing anything but crying.

"You're scarin' me, pet. What happened honey?" He pulls away to cradle her face in his calloused palms. His chests pangs with hurt and remorse upon seeing her tear stained cheeks, wobbly blue lips, and disheveled state.

He steps inside with her still in his arms and rubs his hand down her spine to calm her down as little sad sniffles and hiccups keep slipping out of her mouth.

He sits her on the sofa squatting down infront of her and Scottie brings her water. When she refuses to drink it because Harry strokes his thumb against the apple of her cheek, "Shh, 's okay . . you're okay. You're with me now, sweet girl." It's like the world and anything else has blurred around him and his ever priority's focusing on her only. His observant gaze dawdles from her face to her bruised shoulder emitting an afflicted gasp of trepidity from between his lips and it deepens to a growl when it fell over her hip-bone where the fabric of her pyjama's spotted with blood.

He glances up at Scottie who gives him a knowing look of horror. He gets closer to her and she doesn't retract as his thumb streaks away the blood oozing from her shoulder gently, saying nothing as he examines it.

After a brief pause Y/N's heart skips a nervous beat when he tilts her chin to have a better look at her face, taking in the evidence of someone handling his petal so brutally it left scratches at her face.

Harry looks her dead in the eyes. His anger barely restrained tippling from the pot ready to leave burns, his voice is tense and quite, ears heating with wrath.

"Who did this to you?"

"Kevin." The tears are back at her waterline more concerned that he's panicking because of her and Scottie sits beside her massaging her shoulders.

"Kevin, who?" Harry's question is curt controlling himself from finding this mother fucker himself and beat the shit out of him, "H -- he's my friend's boyfriend, I though --– was sleeping in her studio 'n 'n --- when he . . . he —-- " She hides her face in her palms unable to speak but Harry quickly pulls her down in a comforting hug whispering sweet things to stop her crying.

She parts from him with puffy eyes and swollen lips shaking her head at her stupidity, "I … I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here, 'm gonna leave — ' " She's a weeping blubbering mess trying to stand up on her jello legs with the help of the couch's armrest.

He catches her wrist crying out, "No! Don't! please, please stay . . . . fo' me?" Scottie has never seen him like this. Bended out of shape for a person, begging them on his knees to protect them as he rambles loudly.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden on you, I -- I'll go in the morning." Since she has nowhere to go it's better she sleeps here for a night instead of on the streets.

Harry finds it ironic. That once he didn't want her overnights now he wants her all days and weeks, perhaps till the end of his life.

He's gonna win her back.

He hands her his tattered comfy sleeping clothes and the spare toothbrush leaving her to it. When he comes back downstairs Scottie's waiting for him at the main door.

"You should report a file against that bastard the first thing in the morning." Scottie tells him seriously and he nods. His head snaps when she spoke softly, smiling at him, "You're in love."

"What?"

"I haven't seen you like that with anyone, Harry. Make it to her foolish boi -- tell her what you feel." She laughs, jolting him with his shoulders and he smiles timidly bidding her a good-bye.

The door to her room's ajar opened as he peeks inside to make sure she's okay and sighs deeply when finds her staring blankly at the ceiling. The floorboard creaks when he pads inside quietly and her stare diverts to him while he stands on the foot of bed, "I read somewhere that cuddlin' helps ye'sleep better, you w'na try?" She hums in return, fisting the duvet under her chin and slip shuts her eyes remaining stiff in her spot when he slides under the duvet closer to her.

She turns into a puddle when his long arms wrap around her tummy, "Is this okay?" His voice a mere whisper of care earning an honest nod from her -- his thigh strings over her legs to cocoon her in his warmth completely, ". . and this?" She again nod at him so,

He smushes his cheek into the crook of her neck and she could feel something moist on her skin while his lips puckered to speak, "Y/N?" He murmures broken and sad snuggling more into her.

"Hmm?" She hums, the exhaustion from walking and crying this much forcing her to sleep, "I've missed you, terribly." Her heart leaps and she wants to exchange the familiarity of emotions but her tongue remains heavy in her mouth.

Her toes curls and fingers clutches the wrinkly fabric of the pillow case she had her head rested on but now it's slipping down from over it due to her body shaking vigorously as she tries to escape those filthy, gruesome hands like a terrifying shadows of evil choking her throat and sucking the life out of her.

Harry's head snaps down to where she was snuggled to his side moments ago when she murmur-yells no,no,no,no'. He feels like someone placed a heavy brick over his chest at the sight of his lovie writhing like a leaf petrified of whatever she's dreaming of and his shoulders rolls back while he perches on his elbow to shake her gently out of it.

"Y/N . . ." He remains dulcet. Chewing onto his already swollen bottom lip since he didn't even close his eyes the entire night manipulating the plush flesh, he doesn't know what kept him awake —- but it sure was this sense of responsibility to make her feel protected under his wings. She smacks his arm away pushing at his chest with her all might to skid away to the edge of the bed in her sleepy state, so he quickly hunches on wobbly knees to catch her before she falls.

"It's just me, Angel, Harry –- wake up darlin'," His heart beating ominously frantic and head jumbling with horrible thoughts of what she's going through as her warmed up cheeks soak with tears, he has never seen her like this, he never wanted to see her for the first time after months like this --- shattered to pieces and drained of her energy.

He smooths his thumb to caress her cheek slightly and swipe those sad tears away. She wakes up with a gasp making him jerk his chin back, blinking rapidly to confirm her surroundings and her fearful vision zeros to his panicked features. She places her palms against his pectorals to make sure he's real and there and that ugly nightmare just ended, "Harry?" He gulps the thick web of tears down his throat and bobs his head.

"Yes, sweet girl, Harry . . ." The very streaks of golden rays sneak through the curtains and dances between their faces as she fists the hem of his shirt, "It was just a nightmare." He assures her running his hand up and down her arms to calm her down.

"Don't be afraid, dovie' won't let anybody hurt ya from now on, g'na protect you —--" It was the last straw for her before she flipped him over and climbed out of his bed to get out from his room.

"Shit." He drives into a state of frenzy following her down the stairs like a puppy almost missing a step or two as she wears the slippers she came in last night, "Where ye' goin'?" His muscles twitch in a hurry to make his next move and save whatever's between them that's keeping him sane, " Dunno, away from you." She shrugs, lost in her own fog and the sting in his heart's unbearable with the inflammation of hurt.

"Why?" He tumbles through the last step and infront of her, eyes bloodshot and heart how from the squeezing agony of loosing her for second time for the same cause.

"Because, I w'na forget about you!!" The scream she had in her lungs to convey her anger gets stuck in her throat. His shoulders slump from the burden of guilt and regret.

"Why?" He feels like throwing up with the unbearable anguish of him hurting to a point he wants to wash his memories out of her mind.

"Because you make me so confused, Harry…" Her face pinches into an exasperated expression of hopelessness while she nudges him aside to pass by him and to the main door but he catches her wrist before she could step outside and never come back to him, "I wouldn't confuse you from now on …. 've been better fo' you y/n, 'cos I want you to know that I'm yours." His confession springes her off guard by pure stupefaction and when she looks at him -- he's already gazing at her as if she's the moon surrounded by singing stars.

"Please, let me fight for you baby." Tears springs at his waterline ready to welcome a sob out of his lungs. Because he knows he'll be unable to live his life without her, his love will rot in the cage of his heart because he'd never be able to express it for anyone except her.

He continues not holding back anything from her instead unlocking another love language and that's being vulnerable and completely defenceless to her, "While being with you I still thought a part of me was in love with my ex and I didn't want ya to be me second priority, could neve', was so so wrong 'cos even though you're not my firsts you're gonna be my lasts. I'll make sure that you're." He gulps down the tears blocking his wind pipes and making it difficult to speak.

"I want you to give us another chance, to forgive me and give me a proper chance to love you 'cos that's what you deserve . .." The sincerity and genuineness in his stained smaragdine irises turns her pudgy in his hold, ". . . you deserve all the lovin' in this world, honey."

"Work for it then." She tells him and his pretty eyes widen adorably as of some golden fish, a vivacious smile adorns his features and he doesn't take a moment before swiping her off her feet and into his arms to hug her tightly.

His insides feels like nourishing after a time with contentment and satisfaction.

To have his loved one in his arms.

In his life.

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank youuu." He rambles into the crook of her neck, elated and joyful. Swaying their bodies together and making her smile softly after a prolonged time of suffering.

She'll heal.

He'll make sure to put ointment of affection and love on her wounds to help her heal, for herself but nobody else.

"You've got to be kidding me!" She mutters putting the alcohol swab on his torn bleeding knuckles and he squeaks locking his calf around her ankle, "Ouch! Ye' mad woman."

Harry and her went to file a report against Kevin, along with Nora who became her witness because she despises that disgusting of a man to be even around her and her studio let alone her boyfriend.

Harry was her biggest support through the whole process and dropped her off assuring her he'll pick all her stuff from Nora's place. There he was, Kevin. Stumbling at the footpath after Nora kicked him and his luggage out.

Harry's very patient and optimistic but not when his loved ones get hurt. He didn't know what was happening around him before he sprinted towards Kevin and punched him square in his face, breaking his nose and busting his own knuckles with a fierce shout of "y'son of a bastard!"

"If I ever . . . ever see ya near her, I promise that you wouldn't be able to see the living daylight." He grunted, resisting to hit him in the shin with his boots and walked past him to the studio to collect her stuff.

He was grief stricken seeing the way she had to live and not finding her pet cat anywhere. His heart could be heard cracking into tinytinytiny pieces when Nora told him that Y/N gave it to the vet since she was unable to afford it.

When she catches him staring up at her like a love-stricken puppy she huffs wrapping a band-aid around his knuckles, "'M mad at you." He seems unfazed making her gasp when brings her closer with his legs wrapped around her's, "Why . . . you're always mad at me." He whines jutting out his bottom lip and she shakes her head at his silly dotiness.

"You -– you can't go hurtin' yourself fo' me, H." She's very unaware, because certainly he'd do it as many times.

She narrows down her eyes to squint him in offense when he brushes her comment off with nonchalance and raises his bandaged wrist up to her face, "Will you kiss it better' fo' me, pet?" Her insides crumbles like dry rose petals falling from a beloved book of her favourite romances.

"Hmm?" He nudges it in a questioning suppressing a smirk. She wipes her clammy and antiseptic hands down her trousers not meeting his gaze while taking his hand awkwardly but delicately closer to where her soft mouth is located; she halts glowering at him, "Only if you ask nicely."

"That wasn't nice? Thought I was being a good boy there." He mumbles diligently pulling at the hem of her shirt and she bites down a smile, fingers still wrapped round his wrist.

"Pretty please…?" He wheezes his words out begging-ly -- upper lip curving, pupils dilating and she shrugs, "..if you insist so.." His grin was immaculate that of golden sun when she pressed her lips to his knuckles carefully giving it a gentle pat afterward.

"Not doing that again." She breathes out the air she was winding up inside her for so long. Spinning on her heels to turn her back towards him and put the first aid back under the sink, "We'll see 'bout that, let's do some grocery." He stands up patting his thighs loudly, "Wouldn't be surprised if we'll find bugs in me cabinet instead of goodies."

They've been roaming isles for an hour now and they always end up fighting who will push it. Harry doesn't let her because she keeps on filling it with instant noodles, chocolate bars and sakurai oreos.

"How about we try to live till our fifties wouldn't be that beautiful?" He follows behind her closely. His chest brushes against her shoulders everytime she makes a stop to cooes over some brightly coloured food and candies, "'M trying to make it till next year, dunno 'bout you." She mutters grumpy-ly tossing another packet of cherry lollipop inside the trolley.

He puts it back.

With a strict warning glare to her way.

"I want you to stay healthy." He says sternly glaring up at her from his ducked position. She tosses the lollipop back from the shelf, "'M paying for my things." She dismisses him off panning deadly.

"Fo' fucks sake, 's not 'bout money!" He grits annoyed at her stubbornness and she arches her brow leaning against the trolley, "Harry…'m not an actress or some high-paid model. Lemme enjoy real things, okay? Or just say you'd look too outta my league standing next to me." Her brows pints down into a frown and her shoulder slumps with her body further relaxing against the trolley.

She's up for a debate with him right in the middle of the junk food aisle if that's the case.

"See. That's why I don't want to be married!" A couple from far banters off in astonishment catching Y/N completely off guard.

"Uh-ah!" She yelps getting startled from the boom of interruption and a high-pitch squeaks leaves out of her petite lungs when the trolley rolls from under her perched elbow making her stumble for a nice trip but the bang never came as Harry coiled his arm around her waist to pull her on stable feet with a firm hand over her smallest of back.

His gentle pupils flicker between her frenzied one's, noses tickling and teasing each other with each spurt of breath that rushes out of her parted soft mouth and against his cheek.

"Maybe it's not that bad after all." The couple who were planning their future based on another couple, who's not even a couple yet but trying to work on it with their shared amount of affection; sighs in awement leaving Harry and Y/N in their own bubble.

He takes her by the elbow and helps her with his lips thinned, "Careful there." His mumble is deep and coherent husk.

She didn't whine about his green vegetables, boring low fat cheese and planned meals, celery or whatever that shit is, after that. Walking by his side like a kid who just got relief from his time out punishment.

While on the counter she asked him politely rather than biting his head of, "Lemme pay please. I'm already imposing on you by staying at your place." She knows that he wouldn't let her. Harry wants to take care of her -- in every way. He just hopes she warms up to him slowly that there will be a day she thinks of his home as hers too, oh how the table turns!

T'not make her think that his love for her is only restrictive to materialistic things he lets her pay --- but for half of it.

"D'ya got a change, miss?" The cashier asks her and she cranes her neck up to him. He denies waving his credit card with a disappointed expression so she quickly takes a chewing gum from the racks beside in return for the change.

He stops in his tracks. Watching her with glinting eyes more like fawning at her when she sways on her feet happily swinging the bag in her hold side by side.

"C'mon Harry!" She grins twiddling her fingers in a gesture to usher him where she's standing beside his car, "Yup. On your command, darlin'." He shakes his head. To fetch himself from the fond-land he always enters with anything she does.

There's a low hum of telly buzzing in the room as they sit crossed legs on the coffee rug with their knees brushing if any of them moves their bum a tad, while they slurp onto the remaining soup in the noodles cup.

This whole time he wanted to say something, to talk to her, his heart out and make it a domestic routine of sharing stuff while they eat comfy in eachother's presence but seems like his tongue betrays him everytime and his needy eyes always want to admire her and the little things she does.

He licks his lips, nodding profusely when she asks for his cup and chopsticks to take to the kitchen. A huge sigh of relief vanishes out from his chest when she disappears inside giving him time to re-collect himself, he rummages through the bag to take out the chewing gum they bought at the last moment.

He rips the packet with his teeth but it remains pressed there between his morals when he senses the familiarity of the foil --- she bought a fucking condom out of accident!

At the same moment she pads outside halting in her tracks infront of him with a horrendous expression as her peepers wouldn't stop blinking. He doesn't not know what got into him but he throws it her way as if he's utterly disgusted by it.

Sinks into the couch and refuses to meet her gaze. She throws it back at him, "I don't want it, keep it you might need it." There he goes. The smugness fuels back as he outstretches his arm over the back of the couch and man-spreads scrutinizing the way her eyes linger at his meaty thighs before flicking them away with a nervous gulp.

"You've already planned it all out, hun?" He smirks rubbing the belly of his nose with his pinky's knuckle and she folds her elbows under her breasts shaking her head at his teasing, "Yeah planning to . . . murder you t'night." She laughs out evilly when his eyes widen comically.

"Hmm. I see. Didn't know ye' were this kinky 'n naughty." She rolls her eyes at his edgy nip. She wouldn't admit it but him testing her patience turns her hot and flustered.

"Night, H." She yawns and his heart grows ten times bigger at the softness of her appearance. She cranes her head against her shoulder to look at him from the spot she's standing at when his voice calls for her, "Y/N!? Ye'really into knives? In the bed I mean." His grin mischievous knowing fully well what he's doing to her as he waits for her answer propped on his knees.

She slams the door at his face and he plops back into the sofa with a pouty victorious smile.

Harry didn't realise that in the middle of watching Gilmore Girls on the telly he fell asleep straining his neck from keeping it in a weird angle, his arms hugging the pillow and feet dangling adorably nowhere. He groans knuckling away the sleep and tries to wake up when he heard a feeble noise of someone taking his name until he looks up and finds Y/N towering him with her fluffy cream blanket pinched around her head darlingly.

"What happened, pet? Y'okay!?" He gasps trying to sit up and take her precious face to inspect her properly but she shakes her head and lays him back gently.

Her nose runny and cheeks rosied as she asks for a favour from him, "Can I -- um," She wipes her nose with the sleeve of her sweater paw. He doesn't question her further and opens his long arms to welcome her for a warm embrace.

"C'mere, pet." His whisper delicate to her.

She lies down pressed to his front resting her head on his sprawled arm and scooches herself closer to him smiling shyly against his hoodie where a Harry is embroidered in pink thread. It's like a gust of fresh spring and dew of nighty mountains as Harry takes a relaxing breather snuggling her impossibly affectionately close to himself, petting down her sweet smelling hair.

"Y'can talk to me 'bout anythin'." Their heart-beats in sync as he keeps his palm spread at her back to protect her from falling, "Ye' know that right?" He pulls back to cradle her chin between his fingers and look her in eyes sincerely.

"I know that button. Sleep for now, hmm?" He smiles softly, shutting his eyes from giving out how much a mere love name's enough to fuse him into a cloud of giddiness.

In the morning though, Harry's a small spoon and Y/N a big one. Her limbs trying to latch to his body in every way possible with her cheek smashed against his shoulder blade.

His lips quirks up into a lazy loopy smile full of contentment and peacefulness as he weaves his each finger into her's to bring her knuckles to his mouth and smother it in kisses, "Rise n' shine you furball." He rasps. chin doubling adorably as he tries to look at his squirmy girl.

He turns to face her side, temples touching and lips hovering over eachother's skin. He feels her smiling against his chin as she cuddles up into him, "I'd like to make you a brekkie…." She murmurs playing with baby curls on the nape of his neck.

"Dunno 'bout that. What if you poison me, t'death?" He giggles and she smacks his belly pouting grumpy-ly.

"Offer, expired. no more brekkie for you." She tells him wiggling out of his grip and walks towards kitchen but burst into gleeful laugh when he wraps around her calves like a koala bear, "Was jokinnnn', babe." He emphasizes his words with a twinge of whine and she meanders her hand in his ruffled curls.

"Kay! Kay! But, I could only make you omelette and sour bread." He jumps back on his feet enthusiastically looping his arm around her clavicles, "No problem. Glad t'eat anythin' made from your lovely hands."

She made him brekkie and he made fabulous peach tea for them. She blabbered off and he listened with careful ears. He praised her with glinting proud eyes and she treasured these praises in her heart.

While she chewed slowly he messaged his manager that he couldn't come to any working place for a week or so. He wants to make it special and memorable for them, their honeymoon phase.

"D'ya have any class today?" He asks her leaning towards her atop the counter, "Nope 's Saturday dummy." She chuckles flicking her thumb against his forehead and he gives a dimpled grin with bolted shut eyes.

"Yeah … silly me."

"Why?"

"So that I could take ye' ona date." His inners bouncing desperate to know her answer, "Me?" She points at herself surprised with parted lips.

"Yes you, is there somebody else sitting with us? Hello?" He calls for that non-existent person and she suckles her bottom lip to subside her squeals down. She breathes out, "Some ghostie? Evil spirit? Jesus himself —-" She cuts his banter of. With a light slap to the back of his hand.

"Okay." She says with an excited shake of head happiness bare in her words and Harry literally slips from his seat padding towards her in haste, "I'd love to." She confirms with a sweet smile and he hooks his nimble finger around her jeans loop to pull her closer to him for a fervid emotional hug.

She was a frolic mess in her room trying out her outfits and fitting into her skirts, trousers anything that could match perfectly. Deciding to terminate any ideas to wear cotton floral sun-dresses instead ends up tucking a baby pink sweater into her chequered white and black plaid trouser along with a pair of Mary Janes booties.

She took huge puffs of breath to calm her wild heart down when the knock on her door appeared. He decided to be a full on romantic today doing all the date rituals without any shame dressing up in a silk shirt three shades lighter than her's, with a pussy bow around his neck and she thinks she couldn't be more in love with him as he has a bunch of sunflowers and jasmines in the cracks of his jewels adorned fingers.

"Well, well, well, Look who came to their enemy's door holding presents." She smirks and he scowls, "Oh cut it. 'M here to pick y'up fo' our date."

What makes her lose her mind's Zippy on his shoulder.

"Oh my goodness! Harry!" She leaps towards him and takes her fluffy beast in her arms and showers Zippy's crown with many many kisses, "Thank you!" She cries out joyfully wrapping her free arm around his waist and cuddles him for dear life.

"I lo —-- " She thinks it'd be embarrassing to say it on the first date and Harry almost had a mini heart-attack but she changed her words, "I can't be more grateful to you, thank you so much."

"Now, stop thankin' me hunny." He gives her the flowers he plucked himself from his backyard and kisses the apple of her cheek turning her into a gooey mesh.

"Where is it?" She avoids checking him out.

"Why should I tell ya?" He nudges her to lock her elbow around his and she gazes up at him with loving eyes, "'cos 'm your date that's why."

"Bribe me then." He grins bashfully.

"Harry!!" She gasps and huffs tipy-toeing timidly to plant a soft kiss to his chin but it lands against his throat making him thin his lips to give out a noise that could embarrass both of them.

"Not telling you." He squeaks dragging her outside into the porch and she whines, "You leech!"

"You did not!" She snaps her neck in utter exhilaration from the view in front of her and towards Harry who's watching her with puffed cheeks to not to give out his bunny smile as her face turns guppy. The sunshine dawdles around them and she pulls him down to her level with the tug of their intertwined hands, "You're somethin' else, Styles." It warms his blood. Bursting sentiments of pure love and amiability through each orifice that leads to his heart.

"Only fo' you." He whispers stroking the plush of her cheek -- restraining to place his needy lips on her alluring pillow one's inviting him to have a good taste of their sweetness before they could taste the ripeness of strawberries growing at the farm he just took her.

"Uhm. Let's see who could collect more!" She grins pushing herself three steps away from him with support of his pecs, "What's the prize?" He asks pawing at her hips to keep her in intimate distance and she giggles tapping his chin.

"A feeling of saccharine-ss and sweetness when we'll eat those strawberries out." She tries not to step on heavy branches that are still growing and makes her way to the fresh patch, "Perhaps, that could be acquired from eatin' somethin' else out too." His wet lips brushes against her earlobe as he speaks, sending a shiver down her spine.

"You're being very loud and lewd." She pokes him in ribs. Squatting down to pluck a juicy perfectly sized strawberry and hovering it against his mouth to give him a taste, "Hmm what could I say 'm a man of dirty words." His eyes darken to an intoxicating shade of emerald as his heart-shaped magenta lips wrap around the strawberry to split it in two with his teeth.

He still remembers. How her mouth tasted that night, how her lips came molding around his's like a stamp of a lover's letter and her body fitted against his's like a lost piece of puzzle.

Just made for him.

"Harry …" She's out of words. Maybe, breath.

"Yes dovie?" He hooks his finger into her belt's loop to saturate the thread like distance between them and makes tight hold at the nape of her neck to crane her head up to meet his honey eyed gaze, "D'ya know how to make strawberry mochi?" His shoulder slumps at her question and he rests his cheek atop her temple cutely.

"Noo." His voice sort of whine-y.

"No, problem. We'll make it together." She chuckles turning back to collect the strawberries into her basket.

She never had this fun. Messing around with him. Feeding eachother the sweet fruit. Him scaring her that some rat sprinted by her feet and enjoying the way she jumps at him, only wheezing comically when she throws a blow at him.

Her giggles bounces off each and every ivory flower and leafy plant as he pins her to the viridescent grass, with his thighs and tickles her non-stop. What started as raspberries turns into sloppy smothers of kisses all over her face.

"Harry!!" She bursts into another fit of laughter, "Stop." She warns him squeezing her thighs around his waist and he giggles challenging her.

"O'what? Huhh?" She closes her eyes nuzzling into his arm that's trapping her down, "Or I'll kiss you…" Her voice gentle and dulcet making his grip loosen and heartbeat fastens like a thunderbolt.

"'M not afraid of that." He gives a toothy grin sneaking a glance at her hand which's gliding up his throat to cup his cheek, eyelids fluttering like petals from breeze as she smudges her sweet mesh coated lips against his's in a tenderly ardent, and yearningly amiable kiss feeling her pulse ring in her ears with so much force.

His fingers make their home down her smooth hair to cup the nape of her neck, elbows digging into mud when he lifts her up to deepen the kiss sloppily. Just her. Only her. Swirling inside of him as his very thought.

Their noses crooking perfectly, skins kissing and bodies hitched to eachother with the knot of souls.

She whimpers into his mouth squishing the poor strawberry she was holding in her free hand from the intensity of fierce sentiments she's spiraling in; to have him all and swallow him all because he's that damn gorgeous. His tongue pokes and tickles the plush insides of her small mouth tasting the strawberry straight from where he loves the most. His belly burning with the fire of desire feeling the way her body's reacting with puriency to his subtle touches of affection.

He was dying to have a kiss from her the day she gave him her lips that night and he couldn't resist but to think about it regularly.

A wet filthy sound bubbles around them when they part away with the remnants of spit in the form of intricate strings connecting them; that breaks when he relaxes his forehead against her's taking a good breather of mossy air.

"S' messy." He tuts when his eyes fall at her palm covered in strawberry pulp.

She gasps giddy-ly when he pokes his pink tongue out and takes a huge swipe up her palm with an erotic hum that rattled her insides.

"H -- arry." She nibbles at her bottom lip to filter noises she's unable to hold meanwhile he sucks her fingers one by one to clean them, her panties twisting with an ache of want.

"Hmm. All nice 'n clean, now we should go." He says flipping her wrist to act as if he's inspecting it. Brushes the dirt of his trousers leaving her baffled and grumpy. When she doesn't stand up he squats down at her level arching a brow at her and before she could know what's happening she's thrown over his broad shoulder like a rag doll.

Her squeals hearty and giggly as she tries to punch his back but her breath gets caught in her throat when his large hand comes spanking her butt-cheek. He waits for her reaction —- grinning cheekily when she sucks in her weak mewls and grabs the back of his neck blabbering his name off.

He puts her back on the ground once out on the gravel path and hands her the basket piled with strawberries. Ducks down to sponge a kiss to her cheek telling her to stay glued to her spot as he leaves to pay.

She smiles down at her feet then at the sky revinding all the moments and their lovely kiss that makes her feel all warm and stupidly gooey.

While boarding the train he wiggles his finger behind himself to get a hold on her and keep her close to him, craning his neck with a lopsided sly smile, "Hold me hand."

"If you insist." She nods with a grin slipping her fingers over his palm and he wovens them with his own with a firm grip stepping inside the train and helps her to do so with his free hand behind her head.

She sighs. Sitting with her back pressed against the window of the train. One leg folded and other dangling from the seat as she stares at Harry with a pouty smile.

"Don't ya think you're sittin' too far away from me?" He says, grabbing her knee, "Come here." And slides her towards himself now their thighs overlapping. He doesn't like even the mere distance between them —-- might sound sappy but he wants to be like her scent.

"Happy?" She pinches his cheek and he winces dramatically ruffling her already loose tresses of hair making her look as if she was on a roller coaster minutes ago, "aren't you a one clingy bunny!" She huffs trying to blow away the hair falling in her eyes. He bobs his head in agreement and slings his elbow around her shoulders to tuck her under his chin protectively.

"Okie, now add some sugar in it —- aish slow down …" She coughs waving away the sugar dust tickling her nostrils as Harry poured so much sugar all at once. He has his chin rested on her head and her hips crooned against his thighs as they make the strawberry and vanilla mochi together.

His puffer jacket on her shoulders (To the time they went to buy grocery stuff it started being cold and Harry being a mommy he took out his jacket and bundled her up in it) —- She sneezes and he quips pecking her hair, "Bless your heart." Fetches her a tissue too.

"Thank you, bubs." She giggles grabbing his jaw bringing him down to smooch a kiss to his lips. She pulls back but he persists snaking his palm around the nape of her neck to keep her put —- she gives in with her heart fluttering like candle flame in a destructive storm.

Turns in his embrace and hooks her elbows behind his head patching tiny, tiny, tiny pecks on his pillowy lips until he gets desperate to kiss her mouth and tongue pushing her to his front by gliding his hand into the back-pocket of her jeans.

Her head lulls. Feeling as if the kitchen got filled with candy clouds floating around her when he cradles her cheeks in his both palms lapping at her bottom lip and nips at it with every whimper of desire that falls, "Mine." He breathes out rubbing the bridge of his nose up and down her cheek like a puppy nuzzling into his favourite plushie.

"Yours." She says without any hesitation.

He smashes his wet lips back on hers. Swirls of gleeful colours surrounding them as he feels like he could kiss her forever.

She gasps gazing down lustfully at his wine cherried lips when he holds her from waist and sits her on the wooden counter, "I want you to take me." She murmurs nailing at the silk of his top and he paws at her hip-bones cravingly, it makes her feel like one the most desired women alive.

"I'm all yours to pleasure you lovie'," He looks her in the eyes with so much love and affection it melts her whole, "Just ask me and I'll give me girl what she wants …. " He says trailing sloppy kisses down her throat. Her head falls against the tiled wall giving him more access to her skin --- so he could mark her as he wishes.

The heat from his mouth to her bare skin arouses her to an extent she feels wetness sticking to the insides of her thighs with each grind of his crotch against her's.

She tugs at the roots of his curls, mouth parted around a moan when he grazes his touch over her plump breasts, "Is this okay?" He asks breathlessly and she bobs her head vigorously latching onto him.

"Yes, please, more … " He blinks to let reality sink in when she raises her arms in the air for him to get rid of her clothes.

He smiles. Hard. Crinkles forming by his eyes and cheery lines around his mouth as she looks up at him with those doe eyes glinting with his own reflection.

She squirms grumpily and he cackles loudly when she hooks his fingers into the hem of her jeans as a sign that "just undress me right now and fuck me hard over this counter." But, the romantic sap he's just keeps on being a tease.

"Fuck me already." She huffs locking her ankles behind his back.

"Trust me, I want it as bad as y'do but are you sure —-- "

"I'm --- just fuck …. " She cuts him off, cupping his cheeks and kisses his mouth. He groans when she sucks his swollen lip in between his teeth and lifts her pelvis grinned against his swell lining in his trouser to elaborate her neediness through actions,

He undresses her finally folding them and putting them away nicely while she stays a breathless mess just in her undies, her sheer panties soaked in her juices and profanities of moans fuses into air from both of them as Harry places his hands on her knees. Irises darkening with lust when he looks at the delicate lines of her drippy pussy lips forming from underneath the material.

"Spread your legs, I want to feel how turned on I made you feel." His voice an obscene grunt and it tingles her core making her feel she should obey him, "Fuckin' hell." His moan is dirty as he rubs the pad of his long digits against her soaked centre. His piercing gaze flitting between her thighs crumbled her in the best way possible.

She fists the hem of his top, tugging at it with the blabbering of his name.

A series of pornographic whines leaves her through her nose when he demands her to raise her bum so he could get rid of the last thing being a bother to them.

"Oh my — " She arches her spine when his fingers withered in her stickiness, between her glistening pussy lips to her mound pinching her clitoris in the way and listens to the soapy noises he's creating while lathering his hand with her juices he'd love more to coat his tongue with.

"This is what you want, hmm? For me to bend you over this counter right fucking now and pump me thick cock inside your sweet cunt from behind till you're screaming for me to ram harder inside you, so deep that you feel me in your little tummy and I keep it there for hours making you cum on it again and again — many time that you're milky and cramped around my prick like a filthy girl you're." He dips his impossibly sweet pink tongue inside her mouth and makes her sip down his dirty words through her throat not letting her mewls slip out as his lengthy finger slicks inside her causing her melt against his chest with a turmoil of emotions and heat she never felt before.

Her brain whirles with the mantra of fuckfuckfuck but her guppy lips says otherwise, she coils her arms around his shoulders scratching her nails down his neck — eyes rolling back as she shakes with the build of ecstasy.

"You're so snug and warm, sweets. Can't wait to be inside you." He husks curling his digit to give her upper wall a good rub, "Harry!" Her scream comes out gruff vibrating with a sexy octave.

"Yes, baby." He pinches her chin between his thumb and forefinger staining soft wet kisses from the corner of her lips, to her rosy cheeks and down her throat sewing love bites along her veins.

"Does it feel good, hmm? 'M g'na stuff you full of my prick bet it'll make you feel like heavens --" Her brows tenses up as he forces her to keep her eyes locked with his's and groans with the throb in his cock bound to implode with each whimper of his name she lets out hiking up her knees on the counter — the heels of her feet sticking firmly against the edge of the counter giving a carnally pleasing view for him to enjoy and ooze with sticky precum.

He huffs out breathily, fingers sliding in and out at a fast pace while he moves down to take her perky nipple between his teeth teasing it with nip of his tongue, "Fuck. Mhmm baby I've so many dirty things to d'to you, would you be an atta girl and be naughty with me?" He nuzzles his curls against her skin grinding his knuckles up and down against her swollen clit.

"Yes, yes, yes." She moans trying to sink impossibly deep on his fingers. He admires her in amusement as her belly twists into ripples and she thrashes in his tight hold —- broken into pieces of vulnerability foxily.

He withers his gaze to where he's driving his fingers roughly inside her and a cold shiver runs down his spine, eyelashes fluttering and he sucks his bottom lip brutally praising her softly, "yes just like that darling taking my fingers so good —- they'll look pretty down your throat too while I'll fill your other holes with me, all me." He wraps a hand around her throat giving it a light squeeze and it was enough to spread warmth and the saccharine feeling of fullness in her every tissue gushing over his fingers.

"You're mine." He growls nipping at her sweet spot –-- wearing her out with his continuous different motions inside her. His wrist glistening with her come and her head lulls on his tanned shoulder, eyes slip shut, chest levitating with shallow breaths.

She cups his cheeks wrapping her trembling legs around his waist and kisses his smile, it's sloppy and barely a kiss with their lazy effort to keep their mouths on each other to soak into intimacy.

Next they're a moaning and crying mess on the kitchen floor with her knee hooked around his hip to keep him close as he stretches her out leaving a pleasurable burn against her squishy inviting walls.

His cock sits warm inside her pussy and his balls snug against her bum. It's torturous waiting for her to give a signal that he might move because he couldn't resist but to be rock hard inside her and fuck her for hours but his knees are laughing at him for being unable to bear the sting of cold tiles.

"You can move, 'm okay." She whispers hugging him for dear life and he nods grinding his hips slowly, the bulbous head of his dick hitting all the right spots —- he's so good at fucking.

He takes her fleshy tits in his palms caressing them with each lewd stroke of his cock inside her and treats her glistening lips from his spit back to his mouth, pecking it generously.

"Pull me hair." He groans pushing hard and guides her hand into his swirl of sweaty curls — hips stuttering, eyes rolling back into his skull erotically when she does so peppering loving kisses under his earlobe, "You're g'na ruin me lovie … fuck me please." He whines grabbing her ass and lifts her pelvis to slide inside her dripping pussy with much more roughness.

She has never seen him like this. Shredded to seams for her, sweat beading down his gorgeous face like glimmer of pearls and eyes mossed with so much lust and desperation it knocks air out of her lungs.

He rolls them over gently and her squeal turns into a shameless yawp when he feels much more bigger than before inside her with her being on top of him —- he was right she could feel him in her tummy.

She's clueless what to do. Not that she's gonna show it –- she doesn't want to give him an impression that she knows barely anything about riding but the way she begins with zealous back and forth movement digging the heels of her palms against his pecks wrecks him havoc.

"You're doin' so good pet, yes, yes, yes. Use me baby. Use me like your little fuck toy 'm c'mon." He grabs the nape of her neck and brings her down to skim his tongue over her lips, manipulating the plushiness of them with his teeth. His balls slapping against her skin as she bounces on his cock diligently and he fists the soft flesh of her bum with both of his hands to help her ride him knows she's labouring herself out, "I'm all yours." He says caressing her sides to make sure she's okay and brushes the wisp of sticky hair behind her ear.

"You're looking so sexy sitting on my dick like that -- how about I don't allow you to cum so you could keep me warm with your pussy like that fo' hours?" His pants out gripping at her thighs as his prick spills with wetness inside her and she cries out shaking, "No!" He smirks crinkled forming by his eyes and takes this chance to drive hard up inside her making her flop onto his chest.

She gasps moistly, pulsating around him feeling every ridge and vein of his cock stroking against her walls creating obscene noises of skin meeting skin and their moistures mixing soapily like gooe.

"Cum fo' me baby -- squeezing me s' tight. I know you're there." His pants laboured and heavy as he sucks his own digits coating them with his spit nicely and glides them down pressing them to her weeping bud, then flickers it in prolong circles. Toes curling. His thrusts consistent and fast. She crooks her nose against his's murmuring to him with a wavering voice.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck."

"You're gonna make me come."

Her eyes widen in surprise but her body reacts otherwise albeit she has never experienced it —- but her moans were uncontrollable when he spanked her butt cheek and she crampied down at him jolting tremendously with the wave of insanity spreading to her bones.

"I'm a naughty boy, give it to me." He kisses his teeth together man spreading and throwing his knees up to ram up inside her perfectly.

His eyes shuts till he could see white spotting behind them -- he spills inside her in form of thick ribbons and milks her cunt with it riding her out of her high. She clings to his body and snuggles into him to tone down the shivers running down her spine with each tiny orgasm she feels rushing out with his lazy thrusts.

"I'm jello." She tells him and he looks down at her with a mishevious grin, "Does that give me a reason to eat you whole?" She rolls her eyes poking at his cheek with a grossed out expression.

"I'm still inside ye', remember?" He stirs his hips to make her realise and she yelps not know if it's making her feel hot or utterly sensitive, "You're insatiable." She mumbles pouting her lips to indicate him she's dying for his lips to smooch kisses to her.

"No kidding I love the noises you make when you come undone." She confesses timidly drawing stars at his chest and he giggles kissing her temple gently, "Stop before you wake me buddy up again –- he quite fond of you." He blushes hiding his face into the crook of her neck with tiny voice.

They're canoodling under the fluffy blanket on the sofa watching telly after they just took a bath together, shampooing eachother with peach scents and drying eachother off with warm towels. She's nuzzled into his side wearing one of his baby yellow robes, his arm stays around her shoulder thumb addicted to caressing her silky cheek, sometimes spreading his fingers down her throat to tip her chin up to smooch sweet kisses on her lips.

"You're cute when you're not a pest." She giggles and he frowns comically pretending to munch her alive, "That's very rude -- you should be thankful that I lov — " Her heart almost stops functioning.

They were sipping onto their green teas and nibbling onto the strawberry mochi they made and refrigerated before when the doorbell rang making them groan in laziness.

She stood up going to see what took Harry so long on the door and got revealed to him talking instinctively to whoever rang the bell.

"Hi, Y/N." Scottie smiles at him. Carrying her luggage and Y/N looks down at her attire for a second then forwards her hand shyly. She was so scared that day –- it's a blur to her but now she watches Scottie properly she realizes …. She's the same girl from all the paparazzi photos.

Something switches off inside her. The rainbows and confettis, the moonlight and stars and the nebula of the whole galaxy she had consumed in her little body from making love to Harry just shuts down into a white noise.

Her bottom lip plumps into a pout. Eyebrows trembling from this confused feeling of some invisible thing squeezing the life out of her.

She's jealous.

"I just came here to say bye." Scottie's voice makes her focus back into reality.

"Oh…" She just nods. She doesn't return the hug even though her brain guilt trips her for that and when Scottie leaves with the air thick and tense, Harry corners her in between a wall and piece of furniture cradling her grumpy face in his careful palms speaking gently to her.

"You don't 'ave to worry 'bout her, she's just a friend …. Infact you don't have to worry 'bout anyone because I love you so so much baby that I don't see myself spending me life with anyone else." She glances up at him twice, jaw falling slack from shock and he chuckles smothering her in kind-hearted kisses when she stares at him like a hawk.

"You what!?"

"I love you, Y/N." Her eyes closing like a moth flapping nearer to fire and finding peace in burning inside it.

"I love you too so much." She whispers and welcomes his lips melting against her ardently. With the passion only lovers hold. Amiability she couldn't find anyone else but in his embrace, in his kisses and his lovemaking.

"Can we go back to cuddlin'? Me feet gettin' cold baby." He whines treading fastly into the living room while carrying her like a kitten from behind and makes squeaky noises once snoozed under the warmth of the blanket.

He touches their foreheads. Kissing the tip of her nose adorably.

"I love you." Then burst into giggles. When she returns the passion coyly.

"I love you too."

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cherry explosion | b.w.

Pairing: Bill Weasley x female reader.

Summary: unexpectedly, Bill finds a way to give you the best New Year’s Eve you have ever had.

Word Count: 1,7k.

Warnings: smut! Oral sex (female receiving). Mentions of alcohol, drinking, and one-night stands ending badly.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: sending all of my love to those who are spending their New Year’s Eve by themselves! Dear @maddi-sun18, thank you so much for the request, and I hope this can bring you some comfort. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention ❤

Masterlist!

Sometimes, it was so easy to read men. Their actions were so predictable, and they never failed to act exactly the same as the ones who had been there previously.

You wondered if there was some sort of training for young gentlemen on how to pick up girls at hotel bars. There seemed to be four steps for a man to follow in order to get lucky: one – exchange looks with the chosen pretty girl; two – lure the prey by offering her a fizzy and fruity drink; three – make small conversation, and say she is different from any other girl in the room; and, finally, four – get into her panties.

All of that was bullshit, and you would never fall for it.

And, perhaps, that was why you panicked a bit when a painfully attractive man approached you in a different way.

“Hey.” He shot you a small, yet, charming smile. “Do you mind if I sit here? If I listen to Patricia Rakepick talking about her adventures in Japan for one more bit, I might die.”

Both of you were taking part in an international conference on Curse-Breaking. The event had gathered wizards and witches from all around the globe, which caused Gringotts to rent a few areas on a muggle hotel in London for it. Although it was a knotty task for so many people to act as if they had no magical powers rushing through their veins, every participant seemed to be doing well on their own.

His presence there was perfectly reasonable, once he was a Curse-Breaker himself. Yours, however, was a bit questionable. You, as a columnist for the Daily Prophet, had been asked to cover the event, and could not be any less excited about it.

It was New Year’s Eve. All you wanted to do was go home to your family and friends.

While many people were not shy on showing their personal preference for Christmas, you were crazy about New Year’s Eve. The upcoming novel 365 days for you to live as if they were your last, the fancy dresses you always insisted on wearing, the taste of fizzy and fruity drinks lingering in your mouth until January 1st – all of that meant something to you, as brainless as it sounded.

Your peevish ways were soon destroyed by his sudden presence and polite attitudes. After you agreed with his company, it did not take long until you were laughing about the event and the people attending it.

As a matter of fact, Curse-Breakers were rather odd and monotonous people. The man with fiery, long hair seemed to be a clear exception to them, with his exotic fang earring, and his dragonhide boots. He also was to be the only good-looking one in that crowded bar, in that stupidly sophisticated hotel.

He was surprising you second by second. Breaking every single trait of loathing you had piled up for men, due to failed relationships and other women’s reports, he was showing himself as a funny and respectful man.

Between a few drinks, you had talked about his insanely big family, your repetitive daily life, his experiences in Egypt, and how you accidently had Apparated in Colombia once, being left without any knowledge of Spanish.

There was something sweet and intoxicating about him; about the way he asked to hold your hand while you were talking, and about the way he confessed and apologized for being unable to stop staring at your lips and wondering what they felt like.

“They probably taste like cherries now.” You leaned in and whispered, the dizzy sensation caused by your Cherry Bomb drink starting to tingle your insides. In a bold movement, you took your cocktail glass towards him. With your other hand, you touched his chin, and pushed it down a bit, forcing his mouth to part open. Your gaze transformed itself into a flirty one, and you told him to sip your drink so he could get a better grasp on what you tasted like.

It did not take long for you to crash your lips against his after that. You felt comfortable doing exactly what you were doing. You felt like you were in command of your own feelings. There was no stupid game of prey and hunter. There was no lie being told so one would get lucky.

At that moment, there were only two adults, being nice to each other and understanding their desires fully.

Unlike so many other men, he had respected you and, in the midst of slightly drunken kisses and touches, he kept on trying to be certain you were okay and you really wanted that.

Bill was briefly tipsy as well, his tongue tasting like the scotch he had earlier. The mixture between your cherry-like taste and his own made you feel like you were in heaven, although his kisses were growing to be hungry and more desperate.

Half an hour later, your hair spread across the pillow he was temporarily using for sleeping purposes. Your dress had been lifted up until your stomach, and your underwear was now nowhere to be found.

His soft hands roamed around your inner thighs as his tongue lapped your juices. Surprisingly, he was terrific at that, and you suspected you would crave more once he was done.

As he gave short licks to your clit and his tongue ran around your folds, two of his fingers were inserted in you. You arched your back, and reached out for his hair. You allowed your own fingers to tug delicately on his locks, his name leaving your lips religiously. He kept on pumping in and out of you, the pressure on your soft spot increasing each time.

The burning knot in your loins became tighter, and he adored how you clenched your walls around him so strongly. You were a mumbling, breathy mess, but he was entirely mesmerized by the sight, and the intimacy you were sharing.

Almost as if destiny was playing a prank on you, when you hit your first orgasm, fireworks started exploding outside the window of his hotel room. You squeezed your eyes shut, and cried out in the greatest pleasure you had ever felt in your entire life.

Slurping and sinful noises were produced as you came back from your high, still moaning. Your entire body trembled violently, but his big hands soothed your delicious torture.

He looked at you and chuckled quietly, your fluids still hanging on his lips, making them even more kissable than before. You were stunning in his eyes, and he feared not being able to let you go after the morning would come.

“Happy New Year, darling.”

January 1st came as softly and quietly as it possibly could. You dozed off in his arms after you spent a bit watching the fireworks show, and talking as well. The fact he was a grown man, but still could hold a decent conversation for so long, without any visible struggles was amusing.

You woke up to the next morning weak daylight peeking through the curtains and tickling your cheeks. Something inside your chest felt amazing. Flashes of the previous night appeared in your mind, and you could not hold a smile back. Funny enough, the taste of your Cherry Bomb drink still lingered faintly on your tongue.

However, all of your peace of mind vanished in the very instant you realized you had woken up by yourself. Waves of embarrassment and regret crashed in your heart, and you felt ridiculous for falling for all of the sweet nothings that had escaped his lips.

“Yes, that would be all. Yes. Room 716. Thank you very much.”

His enchanting voice shattered your own trance into a million pieces, and his bare footsteps announced he was returning to the same spot where you were at. You pulled the white sheets up and covered your naked torso, still unsure of how you would have to deal with the rising tension of the situation.

He soon captured the image of you being up and a glorious grin painted his lips. “Good morning.” His lower body was covered by a pair of dark jeans, which seemed to embrace his existence perfectly well, despite being different from the visual image he displayed last night. How was it possible for someone to look that good early in the morning? Or was it really early? What time was it? What did happen after the fireworks? With a timid voice, you wished him a good morning, too, but remained silent afterwards. It was difficult for you to ponder your next actions.

“So, the room service guys will be here shortly. I took the freedom to order us some breakfast.” His eyes gleamed with a pure kindness as the words slipped out of his lips. “I hope you fancy some orange juice in the morning.” He was offering you nothing but soft spoken words, and thoughtful actions

What was that?!

“B-Breakfast?” You repeated the key word of the whole conversation in surprise. No one had ever prepared, or even ordered, you breakfast after a night of sex and lust.

“Yeah.” Bill was quick to notice your tone of surprise and, somehow, it was funny to him. A girl like you, whom had shown him nothing but a great personality so far, should be used to being pampered like that. “Did you think for one second that I’d just eat you out like that, and leave you hanging the next morning?”

Honestly? Yes. You did think of that. You feared you would be tricked once more. One more disappointment to be added to your personal archive. One more reason to continue living your life despising men.

His arms were crossed against his chest and he shook his head, a dismissive, short laugh echoing through the room. “I would be mental if I ever did that. In a few hours, you managed to wow me.”

He made his way to the bed, and his body sank down on the mattress, being placed right next to yours. Truth being told, without the alcohol, you felt quite shy being that close to such a handsome man. “And, if you allow me to, I want to continue seeing you. I want to get to know more of you.”

A snuggly heat erupted in you, and it was a novel sensation for you. Perhaps, not all men had those devilish ways in them.

“I’m terribly sorry, but I really feel like kissing you right now. But, given your astonished behaviors, I’m not sure if you’d enjoy that. What do you tell me?”

Perhaps, this new year would not be so terrible.

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley #bill weasley smut #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter smut #smut #🌼 — personal: writings

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Happy Hour

Juice Ortiz x GN!Reader

Inspired by Day Two of the July Prompts list: cocktail

Warnings: alcohol, Juice being a lil cutie pie

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is just a cutesy lil ficlet. Sometimes our boy just needs a fun, soft night out and that’s okay

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You smiled when you saw him walking out onto the bar’s patio. He carried himself so differently when he didn’t have his kutte. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he felt a little exposed without it. Waiting for him to look over in your direction, you smiled and waved. Relief flooded over his features when he saw you and he quickly walked over to the table that you were sitting at.

He leaned down, pressing a light kiss to your lips before taking a seat across from you. He looked over at you, letting out a deep breath as he finally let himself take a moment to really look at you. Actually going out to grab drinks had been your idea, curious to see Juice outside of his natural habitat of the clubhouse.

“Sorry I’m a little late,” he tapped his fingers nervously on the tabletop, “Got caught up with the guys.”

You smiled, shaking your head, “You’re fine. I did get started without you, though,” you lifted your drink to your lips.

His brows instantly furrowed, “What is that?”

You laughed at his disbelief, “What?”

“It’s blue.”

“Okay and?” you held the glass out for him to try a sip, “It’s good! Try it.”

He shook his head, “No way. There’s no good reason for a drink to be that color.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Just because it’s not the room temperature beer from the clubhouse, doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with it.”

He laughed, “What’s it even called?”

You paused as you set the cup down, reaching over to grab the cocktail menu and find what you were drinking. Truthfully, you never paid super close attention to the names of drinks, just what was in them. When you found the drink in question, you pointed to the name as you handed the menu over to him.

“Electric City?” he chuckled, “How do they come up with these names?”

You chuckled, “Yea, like the names of all the beers you guys find many any more sense.”

The two of you chatted for a couple minutes before the waitress came over to see if you needed anything else, not having noticed Juice when he first walked in and over to your table. You smiled as Juice looked over the entire cocktail menu and yet still ended up getting a beer anyway.

“Oh,” you caught her attention before she walked away, “could we also get an order of onion rings?”

She nodded, “Sure thing. I’ll bring those right over.”

The two of you sat out on the patio, drinking and working your way through most of the appetizer section of the menu. You didn’t make any comment on it, but you noticed how, as the night went on, Juice got more and more comfortable just being himself. Very rarely did the two of you hang out somewhere besides one of your homes, or the clubhouse. You didn’t mind the routine and consistency, but you were also craving a bit of a switch-up.

“You know,” you stirred what little was left of your current drink, “I think that this is the first time we’ve been out and you haven’t worn your kutte.”

His eyes widened slightly at your observation, “Yea?”

“Yea,” you finished your drink, “Sometimes you can just be Juan, you know. I even kinda like that guy,” you laughed.

There was a soft smile on his face as he watched you peruse the drink menu, looking for what you were going to order next. You’d always been accepting of the club, knowing exactly what you were signing on for when you started dating Juice. However, one of the things that he loved most about you, was that even though you were there through all the club bullshit, you were also a safe place for him to go where he could be more than just a Son.

The next drink that you ordered came out, and it was pink. Juice laughed at the giant grin that took over your face as you stirred it.

“They got one for every color of the rainbow here or something?”

You shrugged, chuckling, “That would be pretty amazing if they did,” you took a sip, nodding in approval, “Try this one—you’ll like it.”

He shook his head, tilting his cup of beer towards you, “I’m good.”

You stuck out your bottom lip, “C’mon, Juan. Just one sip. If you hate it, I’ll never try to make you drink my fruity drinks ever again.”

He had never been able to really say no to you. With a sigh, he reached out and took the drink from you. “What’s this called again?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

You shook your head, “I’ll tell you after you try it.”

He looked back and forth between you and the drink for a moment, but when he saw the anticipation on your face, he knew he couldn’t back out of it. Shaking his head ever so slightly, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip.

There were a few beats of silence before a smile crossed his features. You could tell that he didn’t want to say it, but he enjoyed it. He shook his head as he lifted the glass and took another, longer sip before handing the drink back to you.

“Colorful drinks aren’t so bad, huh?” you smirked, “Want me to get you one?”

He looked at his nearly-empty beer glass and nodded, “Sure.”

With an excited grin, you flagged down your waitress, “Hey, can you bring over another Singapore Sling, please?”

Juice couldn’t contain his laughter at the name. Once the waitress walked away, he spoke up, “So that’s why you didn’t tell me the name.”

You chuckled, “You can’t take drink names seriously, Juan. Especially not specialty cocktails. They’re always something ridiculous.”

“Gathered that from all your happy hour experiences?”

“You’ll learn,” you laughed.

“Will I also learn how to order them with a straight face?”

Your smile felt like it was permanently etched into your face, “Something tells me probably not.”

His hand crept over the table and he locked his fingers with yours. It was the most at ease he’d seemed all night. He traced his thumb over yours, and he had that dreamy look in his eyes that he’d had ever since you met him.

“I love you,” he broke the silence with a grin.

You nodded, giving his hand a light squeeze, “I love you too.”

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #july prompts #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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𖨆. 04 / all for us

summary: a few weeks later, you’re finally allowed to leave your room. however, you notice something that you later wish you hadn’t.

note: i had the worst headache whilst editing, i apologize for mistakes.

taglist: @the-sun-baby @voltairelesecond @baelo80 @uniquepickle

warnings/notes: cursing, last chapter was the calm before the storm, brutal assault, abuse, manipulation, blood, slight mind break, drugging, use of alcohol

YOU were surprised whenever erwin and levi told you that you'd been good enough to venture the house a little more a few weeks later. you had been doing the same thing as before, sitting in your room and crying, hanging with the two men for two hours, and back to being lonely.

right now, you were stuck in your room. staring out of the window into the garden with dull eyes, silent tears running down your face.

you want to go home and sleep in zeke's arms. you want to tell pieck you love her and you didn't mean what you'd said to her. you wanted to play goofy songs on the piano with bertholdt. you wanted to lay in the sun with porco and reiner while they both commit to a workout routine.

you'd do anything to have that again. anything.

you wiped away your tears whenever you heard footsteps. the door opened to reveal levi followed by his bear of a boyfriend. erwin had on a gentle smile while levi looked the same; irritated.

"c'mon, you're playing for me today," levi grunts and your eyes light up at the opportunity.

you haven't played any instrument since you were taken. your hands missed their place on the objects, fingers delicately strumming the strings or pressing on the keys. they missed their home, just like yourself.

you're glad that they hadn't caught any signs of you crying. if they had, you would've had to stay in the room and talk it out with them.

you obediently follow behind them, nightgown swishing as you walk excitedly. you watch them unlock a door that leads to your quarters, and for the first time you're in the living room without crying.

the living room is big and clean, so much to where you wonder if it's even been touched. you turn your gaze to the left, eyes acknowledge the large, black front door. your eyes widened while the voice in your head screams at you.

'RUN!!!' it says, 'THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE!!’

your eyes dart down to look at the doorknobs and it's locks. the door was left unlocked.

you gulp down the ball starting to form in your throat and try to ignore how you've started to sweat. you look back at levi and erwin, who are not paying any mind to what you do. they made the mistake of not holding your chain and not having one of them walk behind you.

before you can even really think, you're gliding across the room to the door. swinging the door open just as levi and erwin turn to scream at you, and you almost feel your stomach drop at the view before you.

it's a long stone walkway with a gate sitting at the end, almost teasingly. you run quickly, ignoring how the rough stone scrapes roughly against the soles of your feet. the window is rushing through your hair and slapping against your face, something you relish in temporarily.

your legs are starting to ache from how fast you're pumping them, trying to get to the gate as quick as you can. the wind has you tearing up once more, but you reach up and wipe away the small tears.

you ignore the sound of levi's footsteps as well as his and erwin's angry screams, you're so close, you're almost there.

your mind flashes to porco and reiner for a brief moment. you thank them in your head, now happy with how the two would make you race with them during their workout routines sometimes.

you're almost there, your fingers even graze against the black metal of the fence. but your breath is being knocked out of your body as you're tugged backwards.

your chain. your chain was the cause of your demise, it had been loosely swinging behind you and over your shoulder as you ran.

your head along with your back slam against the stone, loud screams of pain bursting through your mouth. you're sliding towards the person your chain is being tugged by, nightgown now tearing apart because of the friction.

levi is above you, eyes looking almost animalistic along with an angry face that stares at you as he huffs to get his breath back. you lay in the fetal position, crying out at the tip of levi's shoe kicks into your stomach. it has you barfing, but as soon as you finish levi's hands are grabbing you by the hair and dragging you back to the house.

but halfway down the pathway, he lets go and it makes you nervous. his foot comes into contact with your nose, blooding immediately gushing out of it. you sob out after he kicks you in the same spot once more, you think you hear a crack.

his foot kicks at your ribs now, taking all the breath out of your body while your eyes go blank. you can't think, even as levi's knuckles connect with your jaw. you spit out blood and cry at the scratch you get from levi's wedding band.

his hand is tangled with your hair, and instead of trying to pull away, he uses it as leverage. he squats onto a knee, eyes widened as he slams your face into the stone. you screech, nails clawing at the rough terrain and look to erwin.

"HELP!!! HELP, PLEASE," you gargle out blood mixed with your spit, reaching a shaking hand to him.

"HE'S GONNA KILL ME, PLEASE," you wail just as levi hits you again.

"that's enough levi," erwin says, now standing behind levi and staring over his shoulder.

you look absolutely damaged. blood, spit, and tears smeared across your face and scrapes all over your fragile body. levi slams your head down one last time, detangling his hand from your hair and storming off.

erwin only sighs and takes you in his arms, ignoring how your whole body trembles the moment he touches it.

"you're ignorant," he shakes his head, "i told you that levi would hurt you if you tried to run, and you didn't listen."

he's placing you onto your bed after he's walked back inside, eyebrows furrowed and nostrils flared from irritation. his palm smacks you across your face, and you sob from the pain.

"let me tell you something," he murmurs into your ear, "even if you'd gotten passed the gates, we would've found you."

you're panting and sobbing, wanting erwin to step away from you.

"that little collar of your's has a tracker," he whispers, "you'll never be able to get away."

those are the last words you hear before you black out.

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you sit in the bathtub a few days later, listening to the gentle singing of erwin as he drenches you in warm water.

it burns against your skin, something you'd pointed out, but they ignore. you supposed it's an extension of your punishment.

when you get out of the bath, erwin tends to your wounds. he puts on a new bandage over the cut on your face from levi's wedding band, and new bandages onto your arms and torso.

later that night, erwin finds you curled in a ball into the corner of your dark closet. hands protectively shielding your head and covering your ears, shoulders quivering as tears run down your face.

"darling," he frowns, "you've got to stop coming in here."

you don't answer, which doesn't surprise him, and only pull your hands closer to yourself. he knows you won't willingly get up, so he brings the tray into the closet.

"i have to feed you, i need you to comply," you relax, hesitantly taking your arms away from your head and lowering your knees onto the floor.

he feeds you in silence, the only noise being the air conditioner coming off and on as he spends his time in there. he notices how you struggle to swallow down your food, probably from how levi's kicks damaged your ribs along with your stomach. before he can leave, he hears your hoarse voice asking for an answer.

"erwin...," you say, "how... how did you guys kidnap me?"

erwin sighs a bit, deciding to get himself comfortable as he begins the story.

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it was a rainy night, raindrops froze against your skin as they pelted towards the ground. erwin and levi, your newfound friends, had invited you to go drinking with them a couple of weeks prior. you accepted with hesitance, but the hesitance was thrown out of the window whenever you and pieck had gotten in a fight earlier that evening.

you needed to get your mind off of the heated argument, pieck told you that you're a fuck up while you said that you hate her. you knew that you would regret this in the morning, but right now you're way too sad to even give a fuck.

when you enter the club, you find levi and erwin sitting and talking to one another at the bar. they both already have drinks and look as handsome as ever.

you sing out a greeting as you take the stool between them, ordering yourself a fruity drink.

"glad you could make it," erwin smiled to you, bringing his transparent drink to his lips.

"i promised i'd be here! besides, after the night i've had, i deserve to get drunk. what are you two even drinking," you smirked while looking to levi, bumping your shoulder against his.

he rolled his eyes your antics, while erwin spoke, "levi isn't really able to get drunk, but he's drinking whiskey. i'm drinking bourbon. what happened?"

you sighed, but it's cut off whenever the bartender puts your drink onto the counter in front of you.

"my best friend and i got into a fight, something about the house we share and something her cat did. she said i was a fuck up, i said i hated her. we'll be crying and apologizing by tomorrow," you fanned your hand and take a swig of your drink.

erwin opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupt him with a hoot as you slam the glass back to the counter.

"that's strong!" you laughed, barely noticing how quickly you downed it, "can i have another one?!"

"you shouldn't drink too much," erwin said while he pats your back.

you can't yell at him since levi asks a question before you could, "wanna have shots?"

"yes, please! what should be get," you grinned, the both of you ignoring the disapproving look from erwin.

"kamikaze shots," he smirks, "unless you can't handle it."

"are you fuckin' kidding?! let's go, right now," you're overly excited, slightly buzzed as you move around.

said shots were placed before you and levi. you picked it up and clinked glasses with him as you laugh, slamming it back down to the counter and downing it with a grimace. you shouted out in excitement once again, throwing your hands into the air.

"let's fuckin' go!!"

"let's not," erwin pulled your hands back into your lap, which you giggle at.

levi orders you another drink, you don't exactly hear what it is even whenever the bartender puts it down in front of you. your words are slurring as you laugh and chat with the two of them, eyelids heavy as you feel yourself getting more and more tired.

"hey, (name)," levi pushed his knee against your's, spinning the liquid in his cup around.

"wh... what's up," you grinned stupidly whilst laying your head against the counter.

"we like you, romantically," the statement had you sobering up, eyes shooting open and head shooting up.

"huh? what'd you say? i think i'm really drunk now."

"i said what i said," erwin's slightly panicking over your shoulder, "would you want to be with us?"

you squinted your eyes, temples suddenly throbbing with pain. you came out to have fun, not this.

"no," you sighed sadly, "i don't like you guys like that. plus, i'd feel intrusive."

levi gave a drawn out hum as he takes your drink from the bartender and putting it onto the coaster before you.

"it's okay, don't worry," levi shrugged, hand retreating back to his glass of whiskey.

you sighed in relief and break into a smile, once again drowning yourself in the fruity drink levi's given you. when you slam it back down, you cringe and your face is pulled into a grimace once more.

the drink tasted weird, nothing like the name implied. you try to wrack what alcohol exactly tastes the way this one does, salty. it tastes salty. and it's not like it's only alcohol in the drink, at least you think.

your eyes shoot wide as you come to the realization. this is a rape-date drink. and you've just downed the drink within seconds.

your mouth opened, but nothing but gibberish comes out. the last thing you see before your eyes droop is levi's small smirk with arms opened wide.

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the story has you recoiling into a ball again, tears streaming out of your face while erwin tries to put a hand on your shoulder.

levi inflicted so much pain. physical and mental. he's the one who got you drunk, he's the one who drugged you, he's the one who slapped you day one, and he's the one who beat you. and erwin helped. erwin ordered.

"don't touch me, please," you whisper, backing yourself further and further into the corner of the closet.

"please, i want to comfort you," he frowns, once again reaching his hand out.

"NO!!" you cry and slap his hand, immediately retracting from fear.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to," you fumble with your words and curl inwards more, "please don't hurt me again, please. i don't want to hurt anymore."

erwin's heart aches as you start to tremble, noticing how hard you were digging your nails into your scalp.

"it's okay," he says calmly, "i won't hurt you."

you choke out your words, "but levi will. he'll hurt me again."

erwin stays silent, knowing full well that you were correct. erwin was barely able to smack you without feeling bad, he couldn't imagine kicking you in the ribs. erwin can feel a ball in the back of his throat, picking up the tray in silence and leaving you alone.

you cry as you lay on the floor now, fetal position. you're going to fall asleep soon, and you're okay with you. you feel slightly more protected in the closet on the floor than in your bed.

your eyes are fluttering close.

you hope that you won't get hurt again.

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hansolmates · 3 years

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(secret) lovers | m

summary; the (not) best friends 2 lovers spin-off where jungkook and you are trying to hide your relationship from his old best friend pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; established relationship, jiyu is now an old friend and mc went to high school w them, weeb!koo, jk n mc be kinda stanky bc they’re only going to this party for the free booze, soft dom!mc, switch!koo, whiny koo, mc calls jk a slut, cockwarming, gets really soft n’loving at the end, heavy use of the pet name [redacted] i really think this couple is meant to be diabolically dumb together w/c; 2.7k a/n; this couple is really out here living rent free in my mind. jk, mc and jiyu really just are that thruple that i love to hate and hate to love. hope u enjoy this lil spin off!

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“You made it!”

Jiyu flings her hands out, knocking both your heads with hers in the middle in a surprisingly strong hug. It’s a complete episode of déjà vu, from the way her body smells like the peach lotion she used after gym class to the shade of coral lipgloss. From the corner of your eye, you can see the caramel brunette’s tiny face is inching closer towards your ride, her head tucking in the crook of his neck.

“Jiyu,” you beam. You’re the first to speak, the first to dip their toe in the water. “You look great!”

“Thank you!” she pulls away, popping her hip against the doorway. The silky material of her coverup gleams in the sunlight, the silvery material showing off the silhouette of her bikini-clad body. Despite the fact that you’re the one who compliments Jiyu, her gaze floats over to the person next to you, “what a coincidence you two came at the same time and—oh my, and where are my manners! Come in, come in!”

She moves away from the door, revealing an ornate lobby and two twin stairwells. You can’t help but light up at the beautiful crystal chandelier, flecks of pink and blue flickering in your eyes. Further down the hallway you spot open glass doors that lead to a large backyard that overlooks the lake. Some people are already sitting by the dock, lounging about with drinks and happy smiles on their faces.

“Actually,” Oh, he speaks. You think with a small smile on your face, side eyeing the man of the minute, “I forgot the rest of my luggage. We’ll meet you inside.”

“Okay!” Jiyu smiles, “I’ll make you guys some drinks.”

As soon as the door shuts, Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend for three years blurts out, “She still has a crush on me.”

You snort, taking off the duffle bag that’s hiding behind your back. Continuing to stand awkwardly at the front door, you prepare yourself to console your boyfriend’s worries. “She still has heart-eyes for you, Koo,” you tease, pinching his side.

His eyes are big and swimming with guilt, “We should tell her.”

“Oh, baby. We can’t break her heart this weekend.”

“But love, it’s her birthday.”

“Exactly,” you chirp, bumping your head against his arm, “can’t break her heart on her birthday.”

Jiyu is an old high school friend. Class president, straight As, and even vied for prom queen. The only thing she wasn’t able to obtain throughout her high school years was Jeon Jungkook, the object of her affections. They were best friends in elementary school, eventually turning into distant friends as their interests changed and they got older. Yet, Jiyu still tried to insert herself into Jungkook’s life. Back in high school it was surely cute, the way she’d pine from the back of the room and place anonymous love letters in his locker, but Jungkook wasn’t interested and avoided any of her advances. Fast forward ten years later and it seems like old flames never die out.

The meetups with Jiyu have been scarce since college and only in large groups. As former class president, she decided to hold a little reunion for her old friends, taking advantage of her stellar job benefits. A weekend in the woods, perfectly balmy and far away from the city.

“I don’t wanna lie,” Jungkook nearly whines, pink lips warbling at your inability to budge.

“Mm,” you hum, tracing the fingers across the seam of his back pocket. His boardshorts hide nothing, and you curl your fingers around the swell of his plump bum, “be good for me and tell a little white lie, will you?”

Jeon Jungkook, former President of the Anime Club, prom king candidate and your favorite nerd in the entire world.

A teeny tiny lie won’t hurt anyone. After all, you haven’t seen your high school buddies in literal years, and they wouldn’t dare bother to make a fuss about your relationship. In fact, they don’t know of your relationship with Jungkook. The two of you reconnected randomly, some spontaneous holiday party Kim Seokjin is always inclined to throw. You barely made eye contact the first two hours into it, not really wanting to go back to the hellhole that was your late teenage years. Nevertheless, by the end of the night the two of you couldn’t help yourself.

As you look around the room with utmost confidence, the two of you have made the finest glow up by far. At first you wanted to keep the white lie to save face, you don’t owe anyone an explanation as to how you and the President of the Anime Club hooked up. However, you’re starting to enjoy the ruse.

Jungkook’s sitting on the other side of the backyard, looking absolutely delicious as he sips on whatever fruity cocktail he created. Judging from yours, you have a feeling his drink probably consists of 95% orange juice and 5% alcohol.

Jiyu and him are sitting in the large netted hammock, swinging lightly. Gravity is doing its thing, and Jiyu is practically laying on top of Jungkook’s lap, her body pooling to where his meets in the middle. As soon as his thigh touches hers, his eyes flicker to you in panic. He’s shirtless, only with a pair of mid-cut shorts to protect him. The skin that touches him probably burns.

You wink and wave him away, assuring him it’s fine. Pretending to flip your hair, you turn back to the conversation you’ve been ignoring for the past five minutes. “Man, Jungkook’s so sexy,” Im Nayeon cooes, looking longingly at Jungkook’s form.

“Jiyu’s so lucky,” Rina eggs on, taking another shot from the tray (a tray for herself, you might add.)

“Do you think Jiyu’s gonna get some birthday sex tonight?”

Nayeon snorts, covering her flared nostrils with her hand. That hand eventually loops around your thigh, eagerly pushing you two together by pressing on the meat of your bare skin. “If she’s lucky! Besides, we all know Jungkook had that big crush on you junior year!”

Her pretty bunny teeth tease you, and you can’t help but smile back in return. “What do you mean, he really liked me?” you ask innocently.

“Oh yeah! Drew so many little pictures of you in the margins. Little anime versions of you in his favorite outfits.” Of course, you know about Jungkook’s old crush on you. He’s mentioned it in passing, paired with an adorable blush on his cheeks. Hearing it from Nayeon, the shameless grin on her lips and the ease of champagne on her breath is much more entertaining. “Rina, do you remember when Jungkook set up her desk with rose petals and chocolate in a little heart? And then in the morning the janitor sweeped it up? He was so sad!”

“Yes! I really felt for him,” Rina pouted.

“Oh, poor baby,” you didn’t know that bit of information. You put a hand over your heart, watching as Jungkook shares a drink with his old friend Kim Mingyu. He looks so different, yet all the same since you’ve been acquaintances in high school. He carries his own weight now, an air of confidence that he’s finally reached over time.

“Definitely not a baby anymore,” Rina scoffs. She clicks her tongue back to where Jungkook is seated.

The sun is doing wonders for him, highlighting every crevice of where his biceps curl and twist as he lifts his hand in another drink. Their side of the lawn is doing a toast. For what, you don’t know. You do know however, that Jiyu is trying very hard to cheer right over Jungkook’s thighs, spilling some liquid over his knees. You smirk when Jiyu sends him an apologetic grin, dabbing a napkin up and across his thighs, far away from the wet spot.

Jungkook, the poor guy, discreetly shoves her off. He brushes his hands and gets up, letting Jiyu fall back in the hammock all by herself. Avoiding the teasing gazes of his friends, he looks into the lake, hiding his blush.

Still a baby, you think. Your baby.

“Jiyu was practically sitting in your lap, baby boy,” you card your hand through his dark locks, fresh and shiny from the shower. The feeling is soothing to Jungkook’s scalp until you tug, arching his neck towards your lips and twisting, “did you like that,” you mumble into his Adam’s apple, “my little slut?”

“N-no! Never, ohgodnever—” Jungkook is sweating, fat beads rolling down his hairline and glistening across his face. His fingers are practically phasing through your skin, the crescents of his fingernails sinking into the swell of your bottom.

You clench around his dick, your soft folds urging Jungkook closer to his release. But he knows better not to move, and instead shudders from the ministrations, breaking apart from you to dip his head into your chest. His nose pokes at the bouncy flesh, nuzzling into your breast like the softest pillow.

“Sh-shit, love,” he cries into your skin, “you feel so warm n’soft.”

“You need to be quiet, baby,” you murmur, playing with the curls that hang around the nape of his neck, “unless—you want someone to hear? My little slut wants everyone to hear that I’m fucking you?”

“Mm, no,” you grin at his honest reaction, and you can feel his neck heating up at the thought. Your fingers make their way, finally ending towards the apples of his cheeks. You squish lightly, loving the way his tanned skin puffs under your fingers. “I’m—ah—not a slut. I just really love you, only you. Really wanted to hold you in my lap today and show you off,” he whimpers at the unconscious clench of your folds, “just uh—slut for you, love.”

You giggle, tightening your thighs around your boyfriend’s tiny waist. Your other hands trail down to the ridges of his abdomen, where you two are connected. You absolutely love the way your thighs wrap around his lean waist.

Jiyu split the floors by girls and boys, as if you’re still in high school. It took forever for everyone to fall asleep, but you managed to sneak away with your bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Call yourself needy, but you couldn’t imagine yourself falling asleep with at least one good night kiss. Jungkook was ten steps ahead of you. Your boyfriend was already naked when you arrived, pumping his cock across the bed and getting himself ready for you. His eyes instantly zeroed in on you in his shirt, the black material hanging off your shoulder and begging to be pulled away by his teeth.

“If I crawled in your lap today,” you murmur into his shoulder, “our whole secret would’ve been thrown out the window.”

“I wouldn’t have minded, even if Jiyu got hurt,” Jungkook admits, running his hands up and down your back, “I wanna marry you, y’know.”

You freeze in your ministrations, suddenly feeling the room go cold. Not in an unpleasant way, but the room freezes, the blue-white light of the moon igniting the seriousness in Jungkook’s gaze. You force yourself to stay on his lap, let his cock settle between your folds. The juices of your coupling are dripping down each other’s legs, cooling at your thighs and onto the white blankets.

“You wanna marry me?” you echo, running your thumbs across his shiny lips.

Of course, you’re at that age. Everyone around you is getting married, heck many people your age are already in the middle of creating a family, going on vacations to Disney and picnics in the playground. And yes, you also have thought about marrying Jungkook, he’s the only man you can picture marrying. Yet, hearing it out loud and from him only further fuels your desire to make these thoughts a reality.

He kisses your thumbs, lips smushing against the pads. “Of course I do, love. You’re it for me.”

You relinquish, slowly pulling yourself off of him. He’s still hard as you untack yourself, his member slapping against his belly button as he watches you in confusion. You make a show of fluffing up the pillows, arching your back and wiggling your ass as you make yourself comfortable to lay on your back.

“Show me, baby,” you spread your legs for him, gesturing for him to come closer with a curl of your finger, “show me how much you want to marry me.”

Jungkook smirks, hands immediately pumping with a squelching sound resulting from yours and his combined arousal. You love it when Jungkook takes the lead, just as much as you do. It makes you feel like a pillow princess, especially when you feel lovey sex is on the way. “Will you be quiet? Just like you tried to make me quiet?” he rasps, wrapping a hand around your waist to arch you up.

“Depends on how good you are.”

The head of his dick rubs against your clit, slapping lightly at the shiny skin. You both moan when he finally gives you what you both need. As soon as the tip of his dick sinks down, you feel like you’ve both hit home. It doesn’t take long for him to find his pace, naturally throwing your leg over his shoulder for added leverage.

“Oh—fuck, baby,” you tug at his hair, pulling him in for a wet kiss. You don’t care that you’re slobbering all over him, the bed creaking and squeaking against his minstraitions. “I—uh, you feel so deep—yes!”

“When we’re married I’ll fuck you every day like this, love,” he whispers between your lips, thrusting in a particularly sensitive spot that has you arching your back and pulling your chest to his, “I—ugh, I love you so much.”

“Love you. Love youlovelove—ah! Kook, I’m—”

The two of you don’t spare any time, the sun will eventually rise and you’ll be back to playing strangers. Jungkook pounds you into the mattress, nails you with enough cum for you to last the next day without having to sneak into each other’s room like horny teenagers. The roughness is smoothed out by love and bliss, eager at the thought of going home and anticipating a permanent life together.

Five minutes later, you’re starting to feel a little too sticky. “Ohmygod—I need to fucking pee,” you pull yourself away from Jungkook’s sweaty body, palming around for your t-shirt.

“Just pee on the bed,” Jungkook grins.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” you make a face, “nasty.”

“You like that I’m nasty.”

“Yeah yeah.”

With one last kiss, you skip away from his bedroom and close the door behind you. Unfortunately, as soon as you take five steps in the direction of the bathroom, somebody emerges from the shadows.

“Holy shit, Jiyu,” you put a hand on your heart, eyes widening at her peeking in from the hallway. “You scared me.”

“I’m so sorry,” she frowns, squinting her eyes to make you out in the dark. It’s easier to see her in her white slip, a thin chiffon material that barely covers her thighs.

You don’t question why she’s out in the hallway in really pretty lingerie, or why she’s on the boy’s side of the house. So much for being discreet. Then again, there must be an ulterior motive for her if she’s already here, five feet away from Jungkook’s room. You wouldn’t have been caught if she hadn’t been so sneaky. (Well, not so sneaky. You got to him first.) You smell like sweat, arousal, and Jungkook. The shirt you’re wearing feels far too short and the cum in your panties feels tacky and gooey. You feel like a teenager being caught smoking.

“Why?” Jiyu’s voice suddenly sounds as dark as the early morning, no sign of the sun.

“Why what?” you answer, furrowing your brows at the sudden change in demeanor.

“Why?” she hisses, eyes wide with pain and confusion, “why Jungkook?”

You frown, not liking her attitude. Did she think it was a contest to who would fuck Jungkook first? Did she think she was being slick, sneaking away into a bedroom she has no business being in, even if he was single? You could laugh. So despite your height you steel yourself, looking at Jiyu straight in the eye.

“Because Jungkook’s mine, and I’m marrying him.”

As you pad down the hallway as fast as you can, you send Jungkook a quick text.

[5:44AM] love: pack it up. Plan b go fake a fever we gotta go lol

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i would get beat to smithereens... (spencer reid/reader)

Title: i would get beat to smithereens Request: no Couple: Spencer Reid/Gen-Neutral!Reader Category: fluff w/ slight angst; song fic Content Warning: swearing, talks about psychical fights, descriptions of a flight, mentions of blood, talks about verbal arguments, mentions of alcohol, Word Count: 4,544 Summary: Spencer Reid is in love with his best friend and would do anything for them… including getting into a fight with a stranger making Reader uncomfortable A/N: this is based on smithereens by twenty one pilots. i feel like it has spencer vibes, and i needed it in my life. thanks for the love! check out my masterlist :)

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“I'm not a profiler. I'm just a doctor," I groaned, looking over at Luke and JJ. They were both looking at me like they were disappointed I was making it sound like I was useless to the team.

"If you weren't a profiler, you wouldn't be a part of the team!" JJ scoffed as she stirred her straw around in her glass of now mostly ice. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. I could feel the teasing smile tug on my lips as I glanced at the man sitting beside me. Spencer was staring down at the table, bored out of his mind. Penelope was the one who dragged him along, really. Though, I was happy he was here.

"Okay, that's true, but I'm not the best profiler. I'm like the worst profiler… above Spencer," I teased with a smile. Spencer gawked at me, about ready to shoot back. "I'm kidding, Pretty Boy." I winked at him. He glared at me as he returned his eyes back to the table. "Emily asked me to be a part of the team for injuries you fools get out on the field and to help injured victims before the ambulance gets to the scene. I hardly do any profiling. Just here to help you poor, injured souls," I beamed. JJ laughed and shook her head.

"I'd say…" Luke looked over at me. He had gauze covering his arm, from where he got cut by an unsub. I looked over at him, mildly amused. “I’d take you over an ER nurse any day.” He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm much nicer than ER nurses anyway. You know that, Lukey-Poo," I laughed lightly before sipping my drink. Luke looked at me momentarily before dropping his gaze to the tabletop.

“I still think you’re one of the best profilers and doctors on the team.” JJ smiled at me before glancing at Spencer. He was looking down at his water, no longer listening to our conversation.

"I'm a medical doctor! I'm nothing like our resident genius!" I half exclaimed as I sipped my drink. I lifted my other hand and placed it on Spencer’s shoulder. He tensed under my touch before shrugging my hand off his shoulder. I glanced at him before looking towards Emily. She smiled and shrugged.

"There is a reason why I asked you to be a part of the team, ya know." Emily looked at me. I shrugged as I stood up. Spencer looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh please, Em, you’re just flattering me.” I smiled as I sipped the rest of my drink. “I’m going to get another drink. Anyone want anything?” I pointed to each person. JJ and Emily passed, nursing their last drinks for the evening, Luke wanted another beer, Tara wanted whatever I was getting, and Penelope wanted another fruity cocktail. Spencer and Matt were pouring themselves another glass of water. “I’ll be right back.” I smiled at them all before grabbing my empty bottle by the neck.

I sauntered over towards the bar, swinging the bottle beside me. A few men were standing and sitting at the bar, laughing and talking amongst each other. I didn’t think much of it, people talking to each other. I mean, that’s what I was doing with all my friends. But there was something about these people that felt… off.

“Hey, there sexy.” A person leaned beside me on the counter. I flashed him a nervous smile before looking back down at my phone. The person stayed beside me, talking and thinking I was listening to him. “You wanna get outta here?” they asked, leaning closer to me. I glanced at him and shrugged.

“I’m actually going to watch a movie with my friends tonight,” I gestured back towards my friends, I would go as far as calling them family. The person looked towards them and shrugged.

“Maybe you could come home with me instead,” they kept their voice low. The bartender placed a tray on the counter in front of me, the four drinks I ordered on it. I shoved my phone in my pocket before placing my hands on either side of the tray. The person lifted his hand and grasped my wrist, tight.

“Can you let go of me?” I smiled at him. My smile was kind, yet stern. I was hoping they’d let me go with that, because I didn’t want to get any meaner. I had to be mean at work, and I didn’t want to be mean unless I had to. A dark smile grew on their lips as he stared at me.

“Let’s get outta here,” they whispered. I jerked my hand from their grasp and looked at them.

“Maybe next time. Now let me go before I whip your ass,” I spat at them. They raised their hands away from me and watched as I grabbed for the tray again. “Because that will happen,” I glared at the person before turning and going towards my table.

“Here we are, beer for Luke, beer for Tara, fruity cocktail for Penelope, and beer for me,” I smiled as I set each drink in front of each person. I returned to my seat beside Spencer. He seemed tense, he wasn’t this tense before I went to get drinks.

I silently sipped my drink and joined back in their playful banter. But something about the way Spencer was sitting was starting to stress me out. I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, placing my bottle back on the table. He was staring across the bar. People had begun crowding the place, so it was near impossible to know what he was exactly staring at. Spencer stayed silent and shrugged. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Listen, I know I just said I’m not the best profiler. But I know you well enough to know that something is wrong. Now, Reid, what’s wrong,” I whispered and rested a hand on his knee.

“Nothing’s wrong. Promise,” he whispered as he looked at me as he brushed my hand off his body. I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. It was clear that something happened to change his mood, but I have no idea what it could have been.

Instead of worrying about why Spencer was suddenly in a bad mood, I rejoined the interesting banter between the rest of the group. But, I couldn’t help but notice the way Spencer glared across the bar and at the other patrons instead of being in our conversations. I hope he isn’t mad that I didn’t get him a drink. He didn’t want another drink.

The night at the bar came to an end and everyone parted ways. I was more than happy to go home. The exhaustion from the day and the creeps at the bar made me even more tired and it hit me hard. Though I’d miss my friends, I’d see them in the morning at work.

A glass of red wine sat on the coffee table as the tv sat on with a random channel. I was sitting on the ground behind the coffee table with several different case files flipped open. I still needed to sign on some papers and help a few old colleagues with their mysterious health cases.

I stretched my legs out in front of me as I grabbed for my wine glass. Just as the glass hit my lips, my phone started vibrating like crazy on the coffee table. I lowered my wine glass and picked up my phone.

“Hello?” I asked. I should have checked the caller ID to see who it was. I’m just so used to answering without looking. This time it would have prepared me for what was about to come.

“I need you to come pick me up,” Spencer’s tone was low as he spoke. I raised an eyebrow and looked towards the front door. “Right now if possible, please,” his tone sounded serious, yet incredibly panicked. I just saw him not even 2 hours ago. He was fine then. He should be at home, reading, or sleeping. Why is he so panicky?

“Spencer, is everything okay?” I stood up and went towards the front door. He stayed silent for a moment, and shuffling came from his side of the call. I slipped my sweater and shoes on before grabbing my car keys to leave.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he sighed, clearly lying. I swallowed back my sarcastic comment and shook my head.

“Where are you?” I asked as I got into my car. He stayed silent for a moment, probably trying to figure out what to tell me.

“The bar,” his voice was even lower. I dropped my shoulders and pressed my head into the headrest.

“Didn’t you leave with everyone else? What happened?” I asked after a moment of silence.

“I’ll tell you when you get here,” he whispered before hanging up. I let out a deep sigh before tossing my phone onto the passenger’s seat. I drove in silence, very annoyed that I had to go back out, even though I was already in my pajamas. Even though I was annoyed, I was more concerned about Spencer and why he was being so cryptic on the phone.

When I finally pulled up to the bar, Spencer was sitting outside on the curb. His face was pressed into his hands, clearly, he regretted something. I pulled up just in front of him before I got out.

“What happened, Spencer.” I looked down at him. A few of the patrons outside were looking at me and my pajamas (which consisted of sweatpants and a sweater). I glared at them as I stood in front of Spencer.

He took a deep breath before looking up at me. Blood was trickling down his nose (which looked broken), and a cut was on his lower lip. On his jawline, there were a few more, slightly deeper, cuts. His left eye and cheekbone were already turning a deep blue/purple color. And the back of his hands and knuckles were black and blue and bloody.

“Spencer,” I gasped as I looked at him. He pressed his lips together in a thin line as he looked up at me. “C’mon, I have stuff at home,” I whispered as I offered him my hand. He stared at it for a moment before taking it. He winced as I pulled him up. His nose was wrinkled as he placed a hand on his side. Please tell me this bastard doesn’t have broken ribs.

Spencer silently got into my car and I looked at all the people outside. I glanced over my shoulder at the man in my car before booking back at the people outside.

“Do you guys know what happened?” I asked as I folded my arms over my chest.

“You’re toothpick boyfriend there picked a fight with someone twice his size,” a guy spoke up. I looked in his direction and dropped my shoulders.

“Not my boyfriend. But thanks,” I muttered before getting back into my car. Spencer stayed silent as I sat, placing my hands low on the steering wheel. “You’re not going to tell me what happened?” I glanced at him as I started the car. He looked over at me and slightly shook his head. I let out a tired sigh before taking off and speeding towards my house.

“I... I got into a fight with someone at the bar,” he kept his voice low as we entered my home. I gestured towards the couch, silently telling him to sit down. “Guy was a beefcake… Like Derek,” he muttered. I stared at him for a minute before disappearing into the kitchen. I grabbed my arsenal of a first aid kit, and a bag of frozen peas (and a dishrag to go around it). I handed him the peas as I sat beside him on the couch.

"Spencer, you can’t just go up to a dude bigger than you like you're Captain America. You end up in my living room with a black eye and a bloody nose if you do that," I said as I popped open my first aid kit. Spencer looked at me as he adjusted the bag of frozen peas on his face.

"You seem to forget, I'm a part of the FBI. I'm used to stepping up to dudes much bigger than me and getting beat up." He watched me as I pulled out a gauze pad and some sterile tape.

"Okay, true. But you, Spencer Reid, weren't at work when I picked you up. You were at the bar," I pointed out as I grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. "It's not like you to just beat up a guy for the hell of it. You're always calm, cool, and collected. What's gotten into you," I asked as I poured some of the hydrogen peroxide onto a paper towel.

"I don't know," he kept his voice low as I moved closer to him. He seethed slightly as I pressed the soaked paper towel to his cheekbone. "It's not like I was at that bar alone," he muttered once I finally moved away from him.

"Yeah, but, Spence, you stayed behind for a reason. No one knows why you stayed behind. Usually Luke, and JJ even, know why you do something. But you stayed behind at a bar for no reason. And then I get a call from you, asking to pick you up?" I whispered as I peeled open a butterfly band-aid and pressed it to the shallow cut on his cheekbone.

"I guess I really don't know what came over me," he lied. It was clear that he lied. I dropped my hands to my lap and looked at him. "What?"

"It doesn't take a profiler to know that you're lying, Spencer," I muttered as I moved my hand to his jaw. I wrinkled my nose at the gnarliness of the cut there. It was much deeper than the one on his lip. Blood wasn’t oozing out like a gusher, but it was bad enough to be fixed as soon as possible. "You'll need stitches on your jaw," I whispered before going back to my first aid kit. My voice broke slightly as I dug around for the stitch kit I kept here. Tears were rolling down my cheeks and down my nose, falling into the kit on my lap. I didn’t mean to cry, I didn’t want to. He’s my best friend and the fact that he isn’t telling me why he did what he did… kinda hurts.

Spencer reached out to grab my hand. I looked back at him and shook my head. "Why did you get into a bar fight with a random guy?" I whispered as I wiped my cheeks. Spencer's nose twitched as he kept his eyes on my face.

"The way… the way he stepped up… to you… Words can't describe what I was feeling," he kept his voice low. His words were hesitant as he spoke them like he was sure that he was about to lose something. "And, you know… I never look for conflict for the thrill. But something about this guy just…" his tone got a little bit rough. The way his face twitched told me he was reliving the memories of the fight he just had nearly an hour and a half ago. I watched as he pulled the bag of peas from his face. He shook his head in frustration.

"What… what guy are you talking about, Spencer," I whispered as I stared at him. I should be preparing to stitch the gnarly wound on his jaw, but I can’t. He looked at me, something on his face was starting to scare me… And it wasn’t the black eye or bloody nose. It was the emotion he had that scared me. He wasn’t angry or annoyed, he seemed mildly frustrated and… There was something else, I just couldn’t name it.

“When you went to the bar, to get more drinks,” he swallowed roughly. I finally started to prepare the needle with the thread. I glanced up at him as I poured more hydrogen peroxide on a paper towel.

“This is gonna hurt a bit,” I whispered as I pressed the paper towel to his jaw. He winced and squeezed his eyes shut as I continued to clean. “I went to the bar more than once, Spence, you’ll have to be more specific.” I turned his head so I could get a better view of his wound.

“There was this guy. He kept approaching you whenever you got more drinks. It was obvious he was making you uncomfortable,” he spoke before I started fixing him. He winced again.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling more than bad that I’m the one doing this. “That’s what you get for having me stitch you up instead of going to the ER where you could have lidocaine,” I chuckled lightly. Spencer glanced at me. “Because I don’t have any here, not even patches,” I smiled lightly. I probably would have been the one to stitch him up at the hospital too. I’m the only doctor he trusts, other than himself. That being said, I’m the only medical doctor he trusts.

“I’d rather go to my doctor friend to have stitches done,” he whispered. He flexed his fingers a bit. “I did it for you, you know,” he looked at me as I pulled my hands away from him, finishing the stitch work on his face. I grabbed a tube of antibiotic ointment and the gauze.

“You know I’m capable of saying no to men who make me uncomfortable, Spencer, I work for the FBI, too, you know,” I laughed, reminding him that we were in fact co-workers. He watched as I placed a small piece of gauze on the stitching. Spencer gave me a knowing look, causing me to smile at him. “Okay, for the most part, I can say no.”

“Yeah, see, that’s why I went up to this guy. Gave him a piece of my mind… And then he gave me a piece of his mind in the form of a swift punch to the face.” Spencer smiled softly at me. I shook my head as I began cleaning up. That sounded just like Spencer though. Trying to talk to a guy about not being kind to one of his friends, only to be punched in the face.

“I think it was a little bit more than a swift punch to the face, Spencer,” I laughed as I pulled my gloves off. “How much do you even weigh?” I asked, trying to picture noodle boy Spencer Reid facing off a guy bigger than him. I’ve seen him go toe-to-toe with scary unsubs before, but this was different. Something about that image seemed fake.

“About 153,” he whispered as he placed the bag of peas back on his eye. I looked back at him as I stood up. The bag looked a little soggy and damp due to condensation and the warmth of his face.

“I’m going to get you a new bag of frozen peas and a glass of water,” I stuck out my hand to take the peas from him. He smiled as he handed the bag of melted peas.

“I’d do it again, you know,” his voice followed behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see that he was, in fact, following me into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter as I got a new bag of something frozen for his eye. I needed to buy new ice packs, otherwise, I’d give him one of those.

“Really now?” I asked, handing the bag over to him. He gently placed it over his eye and nodded. “You would get so messed up, more than you already are to protect my honor. I mean, you said you weigh about 153. Would you really do that?” I pulled the fridge open and pulled a bottle of water out. I placed it on the counter beside him. The image of him fighting a buff guy came back to my mind and I had to refrain from laughing.

“For you,” he started speaking, causing me to look at him. For me? What does he mean for me? My heart started to beat faster with nerves and anxiety. “For you, I would get beat to smithereens,” he whispered as he reached out to hold my hand. I stared at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, letting him take my hand into his. I should have cleaned his hands too, put ointment and bandages over them. I wrinkled my nose as I stared at his hand. Part of me wanted to pull my hand away and get the proper things to clean his hand, but I knew he wouldn’t allow that to happen. He knew that his hands needed the proper care, but I don’t think he 100% cares at the moment.

“What do you think it means?” Spencer asked, squeezing my hand lightly. I looked up at him, my shoulders dropping and tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. He looked back at me, his still expression frightened me a little bit. “I… I love you. That’s what it means,” he swallowed as he spoke. I stared at him before blinking. Tears started racing down my cheeks again, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

“You…” I took a deep breath before throwing my arms around his torso. Spencer let out a breath as he wrapped his free arm around my body and held me close to him. His scent calmed me in a strange way, but I was okay with it. “Next time you decide to get into a bar fight, you better make sure everyone else is there,” I whispered as I looked up at him. I pressed my chin into his chest as I stared at him. A small smile twitched onto his lips as he looked down at me.

“And have everyone place their bets on if I’ll get out of there alive? Why do you think I waited till everyone left?” Spencer asked, keeping his hands on the small of my back. I smiled and placed my hand on his uninjured cheek before going up on my toes to kiss his lips.

“I love you too, you know,” I whispered as he pressed his forehead to mine. Spencer smiled knowingly and nodded.

“If I didn’t know I wouldn’t have gotten into a bar fight and called you to pick me up,” he whispered as he brought a hand to rest on the back of my head. I smiled before laughing lightly.

“Let’s go lie down. I’ll get you something for the pain,” I whispered, my thumb lightly rubbing his cheekbone. Spencer swallowed roughly and shook his head.

“No, no, it’s okay. I don’t need it. I’ll be fine,” he whispered, “Although, I would like to lie down. I’m exhausted.” He nodded. I smiled.

“Okay, suit yourself.” I shrugged before stepping away from him and leading him towards my bedroom. “You didn’t have to do that, Spencer, I hope you know that,” I whispered once we were both comfortable on the bed. Spencer rolled over to face me, pulling the blanket up to his face.

“I know. But I think we wouldn’t be where we are if I didn’t. And I would do it again if it meant being here with you like this,” he whispered as he rested his hand on my face. I looked up at him and smiled.

“I’ll let you be the one to explain why we showed up to work together and why you were beaten up at work tomorrow,” I chuckled and moved closer to him. He laughed and nodded before pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Glad to.” He looked down at me with a pleased smile.

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Spencer and I stood side by side in the elevator. Both his hands were now bandaged to protect the open wounds on his knuckles, but one of them was clasped around one of mine. I smiled and looked up at him.

“Do you know what you’re going to say to Emily when she asks about your new facial injuries?” I asked, bringing my hand to gently touch the stitches on his jaw. He hummed before shrugging. “Because you’re the least likely to get into a bar fight,” I laughed and retracted my hand when the door dinged open. We looked at each other one last time before stepping off the elevator, hand in hand.

“I can get in fights,” Spencer scoffed as we walked into the bullpen. I held back my cackle and shook my head. People looked over at Spencer and me as we stopped at his desk.

“Sure, you can get in ‘fights’, Spencer. If those fights are about Doctor Who and Star Trek.” I smiled at him. Spencer smiled at me before resting his hands on my waist. “But not bar fights,” I added as looked up at him.

“Whoa, what’s going on here?” Luke’s voice came from the conference room door. Spencer and I both looked in that direction and saw Luke, JJ, Tara, and Matt standing at the door. I looked back at Spencer and smiled.

“Well, as you can see, I am checking up on my patient.” I lifted a hand and gestured at Spencer’s face. JJ looked at Spencer with wide eyes. “Our wonderful Boy Genuis got into a bar fight last night and called his trusted doctor friend.” I smiled as I rested a hand on his chest.

“Wait,” Emily started as she stepped out of her office with David by her side, “Spencer got into a bar fight?” she looked at Spencer and me. I looked up at Spencer with an amused smile.

“Yeah, sure, Spencer got into a bar fight… But are you not looking at the way his arms are arou-” Luke started but stopped when Penelope loudly entered the room.

“Are you guys finally together?!” She shouted as she came up to us. I turned away from Spencer and smiled. “Shoot! I owe JJ $10,” she pouted and looked towards JJ. She was still looking at Spencer with concern.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked, keeping her eyes on Spencer.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Went to the best doctor I know,” he laughed as he wrapped his arms back around my waist. He pulled me so I was flush against his chest, making me laugh. “I’ll live. Just a mild disagreement last night at the bar.”

“Yeah, which ended up in you losing a fistfight.” I rolled my eyes. Penelope was staring at us in awe, clearly enjoying the sudden cuteness that was Spencer and me.

“I just can’t wrap my head around Spencer being in a bar fight,” Tara said as she looked at Spencer and then me. I laughed.

“I tried telling him he’s the least likely to get into a bar fight, and he didn’t believe me.” I looked up at all our friends and co-workers. They shared a light laugh and nodded.

“Okay, I’d love to hear the stories of how this came to be and this bar fight… But we got a case,” Emily spoke up as she looked at all of us. I pouted and looked up at Spencer. He grasped my hand and followed behind me towards the conference room.

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kidney9-9 · 3 years

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Never Drinking Again - Peter Parker

Anonymous asked:

Peter being super freaked out about being a dad during the end of reader's pregnancy, so she asks Ned to take him out and basically get drunk so that he can relax a little. And they do, Peter is so drunk now that he's just laughing at anything Ned says, until he grabs his phone, that was confiscated by Ned so that he could chill out, Ned is also checking his phone and he sees that he got a lot of voicemails from you saying that you are in labor and that they need to get back right now. And Peter goes back to freaking out lmao

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader [Fluff] Warnings: Drinking and swearing Word Count: 1.1k

When Peter unzipped and zipped the go bag for the pregnancy again today, you sighed angrily. He needed to stop whatever he was doing. He was too worried and stressed about the baby coming, and it was making you stressed and pissed off. You didn’t want him to act so worried when you both were ready for the baby.

He had been checking up on you at least every thirty minutes if you two were apart, and then when you were together, he wouldn’t look away from you. He’d also hold onto your stomach and try to judge what time the baby was coming based on the strengths of the kicks, which you thought was short of insane. He bought everything that would help you out during pregnancy, which you enjoyed but here were also some weird things he bought.

The hat he got you… wasn’t for your head. It was for the baby bump. He even got a stroller for you to sit in, if you felt as though the baby was kicking you too much. It was crazy. He bought you baby food, to try out to see if the baby liked it, and if you threw up, Peter would declare the baby didn’t like it.

Everything he did drove you mad.

You needed the break. You called Ned in the next moment as you glared at Peter, who had no idea how pissed off you were by his actions. When you explained the situation to Ned, he burst out into laughter, howling Peter’s name before clearing his throat and calming down.

“I’ll take him to a bar for the night, try to calm him down.” Ned explained and you sighed gratefully, sitting back comfortably in the chair.

“Thank you so fucking much. How’s 5 sound?” You replied, making the plan instantly.

You kissed Peter goodbye, with a bright smile, just happy to have some alone time. When you sat down, you almost immediately closed your eyes, happy with the silence and how unbothered everything was now.

When Peter and Ned got to the bar, Peter was tugging at his hair anxiously, and bouncing his leg up and down. Ned glanced over to him with furrowed eyebrows, shaking his head, before ordering a few beers. Peter cleared his throat, “I uh, I can’t drink.” He shrugged over to Ned apologetically, still bouncing his leg.

“What, why?” Ned questioned, with a ridiculous look on his head. He didn’t realize how worried Peter could get, but he could see your point of view now, about how annoying it is. It didn’t make sense because you and Peter were the most prepared parents he’s ever known. Everything was taken account for, and he knew that the baby room was completely ready for anything.

“What if Y/n is hurt? That she fell because of the baby. I know her feet get sore sometimes.” Peter rambled, now nibbling down on his fingernails, glancing around the room.

“What the fuck, Peter? Just drink.” Ned sighed out, shaking his head back to Peter. He took a sip of his beer to encourage him, “See! It tastes good too.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, I know that tastes like piss.” Peter shot back with a frown. Ned rolled his eyes, gulping down some more of his drink. It took a minute of silence to step down from his worries to drink some beer.

After a few more drinks, things felt more relaxed. Ned laughed out, “You know, I think you’re a bit of a worrywart.” Peter snorted in his drink, giggling back to him.

“No way. I just want Y/n and the baby to be safe.” He tried to reason, after drinking the rest of the beer. He nodded to himself, feeling a bit looser.

“Let’s get fucking wasted?” Ned suggested, raising his eyebrows back to Peter. He sighed back, still having some sense in him to not do it, but he started to debate with himself.

He bit his lip, scratching his head. If you wanted him to relax, he should, shouldn’t he? But then he thought about you again, and he shook his head, “No. I can’t for Y/n and the baby.”

Ned grumbled, still ordering shots anyway. He turned to Peter afterwards, leaning his head on his hand, “Give me your phone. You’re getting wasted tonight.” Peter hesitantly handed him the phone, and he shoved both his phone and Peter’s in his pocket just as the bartender served the shots.

Peter started to get more drunk, starting to open about random things, and saying shit about other things. He almost fell off his chair a few times from drunken laughing with Ned, who was cheering him on, trying to get him back to the Peter who wasn’t so anxious all the time.

“And then I started eating the ice cream, you know? And some guy looked at me funny and told me I had ice cream on my nose! Can you believe that? I didn’t even have ice cream on my nose, it was on my chin!” Peter rambled, slamming his fists onto the table after chugging some random fruity drink.

Ned snickered loudly, “He was totally checking out your nose.” Peter nodded, laughing even more rowdily, almost coughing at how much he was laughing. After they started to settle down, Ned sighed happily, going to check his phone for the time.

It must have been about three hours, right? Or maybe longer, he couldn’t tell. When he pulled out Peter’s phone, he pushed the home button, glancing up at the time, before looking down when it beeped again.

Fuck…

No way.

Ned dropped the phone in shock, seeing all your messages sent to Peter, how many voicemails you left him. The latest text was of you saying, “GET HERE NOW I’M IN LABOUR”. Ned frantically pulled out his phone too, unlocking it to see that you’ve sent similar messages, all from an hour ago.

“Peter- we got to go.” Ned stumbled, standing up and took his wallet out, slamming a few bills on the table. Peter knitted his eyebrows together blankly, tilting his head in confusion.

“Why?” He mumbled, the alcohol he drank going through his head. Ned yelped out, tossing Peter’s phone back to him, needing him to read it for himself. Peter unlocked the phone with his thumb, not looking down at the notifications for a moment.

When Ned yelled to look, he gazed down and clicked on the messages, seeing he had over 100 texts. “Oh my god.” He breathed out, seeing them all.

Calling ambulance, baby’s coming Felt water broke!! Peter?? Peter Parker where are you?? Ambulance is outside PETER BABY IS COMING SOON GET OVER HERE WE’RE AT THE HOSPITAL I CALLED MAY AND NATASHA THEY’RE HERE WHERE ARE YOU? PETER I SWEAR TO FUCKING- PETER!

He screamed as loud as he could, shooting up. “Ned! We have to go now!” He shouted, panic rushing through his veins as he thought about you and the baby. Every single day since he knew you were pregnant, he took extra precaution. And now, the day you were giving birth, he did nothing.

He could barely hear Ned muttering about ordering an Uber but he sat back down, feeling too dizzy. “I’m a fucking bad dad already, Ned.” He started to cry, holding his hands over his eyes. Ned gazed back at him, shaking his head.

“No, you’re not. It’s fine, you’re a great parent.” He tried to explain to Peter, but Peter wasn’t listening to any of it, as he cried some more. And Ned sighed, giving up on the fact that Peter would act like this now because he was a dramatic drunk.

A few minutes passed, and Ned had to drag Peter into the Uber car, saying sorry for him. Peter limped over Ned’s lap, sobbing and muttering about how he cursed himself to be a bad dad, and that he should have ordered the green carpet instead of the yellow carpet in the baby room. Peter opened the voicemail, clicking on the most recent one from you.

“Peter, please get here soon! They say I’m a few hours from giving birth now and I want you to be here.” Your voice bled through the phone and Peter started to speak back, thinking he was on the phone with you now, instead of it just being a voicemail.

“Shut up.” Ned demanded, not understanding how you could deal with him when he’s drunk. Peter nodded dully back to Ned, sniffling as he thought about you and the baby, and what’s happening at the hospital. The uber driver stared back at the two for a few seconds weirdly.

When they got inside the hospital, Ned pushed Peter in a wheelchair, knowing he’d stumble and fall over everything. Ned excused Peter’s crying for random things, shrugging it off when someone would stare over to him with concern.

“Excuse me, where’s the baby ward thing?” Ned spoke up, sniffling a bit, still drunk. The lady at the desk frowned back at him slightly before pointing down the hall, nodding over to the ward. Peter cleared his throat and glared back at the lady.

“I’m a horrible dad.” He mumbled to her, and Ned slapped his hand over his mouth, laughing over his repeated words as he pushed him into the ward. He walked past a few rooms, checking the names on the whiteboards hanging up on the doors.

When he finally found yours, he opened it with a huff of air. You were on the bed, and Aunt May was in the corner, holding and rocking the baby slowly. You looked sleepy, as Natasha patted your head softly. Peter stood up from his wheelchair, “Baby?” He asked, slurring a bit from his drinking.

May swung around with one of the most disappointed looks on her face as Natasha glared over to Peter. You hummed quietly, “Baby.” You responded, nodding over to May. She looked back to you with an upsetting expression, knowing you weren’t that upset that Peter wasn’t here because you were the one to send him away.

“Over here. No touching.” May fussed, shaking her head back to Ned and Peter. He nodded dejectedly as Natasha shook her head in disapproval, muttering something in Russian.

“I’m so sorry, I- when we had the shots and then man told me my nose was- ice cream, and I’m such a bad dad, I’m sorry.” Peter stuttered, coughing and worrying about everything. You laughed slightly as he walked towards you, getting on his knees to apologize.

“It’s fine, you probably would have passed out. When I start feeling better, we’ll talk about stuff.” You mumbled back, eyes barely opening.

Natasha shook her head, “I’m going to kick his ass tomorrow.”

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sevenstarsinning · 4 years

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Chapter 10

"Did... did you... is he the flying boyfriend?" Kyla asked, eyes wide like a startled baby deer.

"Ummmm... " Your brow furrowed as you brought your phone back up to your face. You could've sworn you texted Vegeta but the proof was right there on your screen. You texted Goku.

"I guess I accidentally chose Goku instead of Veg... Veggie... why the fuck can't I say his name?"

Kyla started laughing, "Geets!"

"Are you okay?" Goku stared at you confused.

You cleared your throat and tried to stand up straight, "I'm just... fine." You burped.

"Drinks! Goku needs drinks! I've never seen him drunk," Kyla said, her words running together.

"I haven't either... drunk Goku," you said with a dreamy look in your eyes.

"I've drank stuff before." Goku argued.

"Yeah, but not aclo... alcloh... drinks!" You shouted and looped your arm around Goku's.

Kyla did the same as you both tried to pull him with you to order drinks.

"You seem sick. Should I take you home?" Goku watched you concerned.

"Not a chance. We're good and we want you to be good too," you said, using him to keep your balance.

"They have this thing... this like.. fruity thing. We had a lot and it's good. Drink that," Kyla said as they approached the bar.

"No! He needs a fishbowl!" You shouted at the bartender.

He fixed the drink and slid it down to Goku in a huge fish bowl. Goku sniffed it before he picked the whole thing up and started chugging it.

"What the fuck?" Kyla watched in horror as you ordered him another.

"Saiyans can handle way more than us," you said before she freaked out.

"Makes sense," she shrugged and watched him down the second.

"One more?" You said to the bartender.

"I'm not having his death on my conscience. I'm cutting him off," the guy said before walking away.

"Fuck... we need another... let's do a bar crawl!" Kyla said, excited by the idea.

Goku's mood seemed to lighten as the alcohol took effect. He followed the two of you down to the next bar and the one after. By the time you made it to the fourth one he was having some trouble standing himself.

"I fuck... I'm fuckin' horny," Kyla said as the three of you left the last bar. The chilly night air felt great on your heated skin.

"Me too," you said, clinging to Goku's arm for support.

"Me... too-three? Me three?" Goku burst out laughing and continued on down the busy downtown street.

Drunk Goku was adorable as he struggled to walk with the two of you hanging off of him.

"Where's fucking Yamcha?" Kyla sighed.

"Probably asleep... it's like- late, early?" You stumbled but Goku was able to keep you from falling.

"Can you do the thing with the fingers and the forehead?" You asked, drawing a blank on the words you needed to fast travel.

"The fingers and... is this some weird sex thing?" Kyla asked.

"You like when I use my fingers." Goku blurted out, his filter completely gone.

Kyla looked over at you then to him, "please do the finger thing!"

"Not that! Make us- um... put us somewhere else." You were having the hardest time thinking of the words, especially with Goku's fingers on your mind.

"Like on your knees?" Kyla asked with a Cheshire cat grin.

"She likes that too," Goku said, still trudging forward.

"I- can we not- "

"I can use my fingers if you need it," he offered unexpectedly.

"Fuck. I think I need it." Kyla said with a sigh.

You cupped Goku's face and pulled him down to eye level, "focus. No sex stuff, use your fingers- fuck, use your forehead thing and take us somewhere else."

"But I miss it," he pouted.

"Goku, focus! Fingers, forehead... the fucking... INSTANT TRANSMISSION!" You shouted in his face.

"Ju..just like that?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead and shouted just as you had.

"But where-"

Before Kyla could ask, Goku had grabbed you both and your surroundings changed instantly.

"Goku?" You glanced around to see Master Roshi's house.

"I took us somewhere else." He shrugged.

"New place." Kyla demanded as she saw Roshi glancing out the window.

The second time Kyla shouted with Goku before the three of you disappeared and materialized in front of Piccolo meditating on a cliff in the middle of nowhere.

"Oh, hello big green dude I wanna climb," Kyla said, winking at a very confused looking Piccolo.

"Goku? What are you doing here?" Piccolo looked completely confused.

"Fingers." He answered and pressed his fingers to his head again.

The next time your surroundings changed, it was familiar. Home.

"Okay, no more. I'm sick." You dropped down to the ground, needing to be still for a moment.

Goku sat down next to you and Kyla sat next to him.

"This Earth ball is spinning faster," Kyla said, leaning against Goku.

"I feel happy again," Goku said, draping an arm over each of you.

"Me too, dude. It feels good to not give a shit for a while," Kyla replied.

You remained quiet, focusing all of your energy on not getting sick.

"You okay?" Goku asked when he noticed you barely talking.

"Too much drinks." You felt like your stomach was inside out.

Goku rested his hand on your lower back and smoothed it up and down lightly.

"It's good to see you smile and laugh again," you said, glancing up at him.

"Hard not to when you're around." He smiled and kissed the side of your head.

It was so easy to fall back into old habits with him and that's what scared you. You laid back in the grass and let the coolness envelope you. Goku laid back beside you, his hand grabbed yours and laced your fingers with his.

"Shit, we laying down now?" She said as she fell back on the ground.

"Thanks for tonight... it was definitely needed," you said as your eyelids grew heavy.

"Yeah, it was," Kyla said in a sleepy voice.

Goku squeezed your hand and pulled you against him while Kyla scooted up close to rest under his arm.

"You've got to be kidding me." A loud, gruff voice shook you from your alcohol induced sleep.

You groaned as you opened your eyes slowly to see Vegeta standing over you. When you moved you realized you weren't alone. Your head was resting on Goku's chest and Kyla was tucked up against his other side.

"What the... " you groaned and slowly started to move. A hangover made you queasy when you sat up too fast.

"The fuck... " Kyla said, stirring on Goku's other side while he snored between the two of you.

You squinted as you looked up at the brightness of the sun blinding you.

"I feel like shit,” you muttered.

"Why are the three of you asleep on the lawn?" Vegeta asked, his voice too loud.

"Did we fuck?" Kyla asked, rubbing her eyes.

"I... no? Fuck, did we?" You glanced at Goku. He was still fully clothed but that didn't mean it couldn't have happened somewhere else.

"Goku?" You shook him.

He groaned and rolled over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling against you. You glanced up at Vegeta who held a full scowl as he glared at you all.

"Goku, wake up." You shook him harder and he finally came to.

"Fingers... " he mumbled, further angering Vegeta.

"What the hell happened?" Vegeta shouted. The three of you recoiled, covering your ears.

"Fuck, Vegeta... too goddamn loud," Kyla said with a look of pure disdain towards her ex.

"One of you explain what the hell happened last night," Vegeta ordered, arms crossed while he waited.

Goku sat up groggy, rubbing his head, "drinks and fingering?"

"Goku, you're not helping." Kyla said.

"We had a few drinks then Goku did his fin- instant thing and brought us here. We must have passed out,” you explained, hoping to quell some of his anger.

"And why did you go out with the two of them?" He scowled.

"I didn't. I ran into Kyla at a café yesterday, we got drunk, and I texted- "

"I texted Goku to come get us," Kyla interrupted, saving you from more questions.

"But-" Goku opened his mouth.

"And then we roped him into drinking too." Kyla nudged him.

"I didn't plan any of this if that's what you're thinking." You stared up at him.

"You just happened to run into them out in public? Don't be ridiculous," Vegeta snapped.

"It's what happened. I'm not going to fight with you right now," you said, burying your face in your hands.

"Hey, big guy, think you can fly me home? I think they need some privacy." Kyla asked Goku.

Goku leaned over to you, "you want me to go?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Take her home," you said with a slight smile.

Your heart shattered all over again when his sad face returned. The temporary relief you felt from the previous night was gone and you felt worse than before.

Goku and Kyla stood and took off immediately, leaving you sitting on the ground staring up at Vegeta.

"Are you going to stay out here all day?" He asked.

"Are you going to bitch at me all day?" You looked at him and wished you could take back the conversation from the day before. Then you wouldn't know you were his second choice.

"No, I'm using the gravity chamber," he said in a cold voice to match his scowl.

"So you're leaving again?" You pushed yourself up off the ground.

"Should I stay so we can argue some more?" He snapped.

"No, stay so we can figure this out, you stubborn ass," you spat back. Your anxiety was skyrocketing along with your nausea and all you wanted was for him to hold you and say the two of you would figure it out.

"How do you suggest we do that, woman?"

"By talking like a normal couple instead of yelling and being hurtful." Everything from the night before was boiling to the surface.

"What else is there to discuss? You want the fool and you're pissed off because I didn't initially choose you."

"If I wanted Goku then I'd fucking be with him. You saw how much he still cares for me, unlike you." It was starting to spiral out of control again.

"The second you heard something you didn't like, you went straight to him!" He shouted.

"I didn't go to him, I went to a fucking restaurant to drink by myself," you yelled back.

"It doesn't matter, you still ended up with him. Have you seen me trying to spend time with Kyla?"

"No, but this is different, I-"

"It's far from different. She was my mate!"

"So what the fuck does that make me?" You felt the tears threaten but you held them back.

When he didn't immediately answer, your heart sank. You knew your relationship with him was still too new to be considered mates despite what happened at Bulma's party. But not having anything to call you somehow hurt more than finding out he wasn't the one to end his relationship with Kyla.

"So, I'm nothing... "

"That's not what I said." He reached for you but you recoiled.

"You didn't say anything,” you shot back and turned to head inside.

"Damn it, woman, stop walking away." He grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him.

"Tell me this is going to get better, tell me what I mean to you." You stared up at him with pleading eyes.

"You know that's not- I don't talk about feelings," he said, clearly trying to stay calm.

"Well, I kinda need you to because I don't where I stand with you right now and that's really hard." Your voice cracked and the dam finally broke sending tears streaming down your cheeks.

In another uncharacteristic move, Vegeta pulled you into a light hug, his hands remaining fixed on your hips.

"I just- I can't do this alone, Vegeta." You sobbed into his chest.

"This isn't something I know." He seemed to soften.

"I know you're not the type to open up but sometimes, like now, I need you to," you pleaded with him, crying into his shoulder.

"What do you need me to say, exactly?" He kept his softness but you knew there was only a short window of opportunity.

"I need you to say how you really feel about us and our relationship."

"I want to be with you, is that not enough?" He was still struggling.

"It is, but I just- I need to know I'm important to you, that you actually care about me." You clung to him, trying to hold on a little longer.

"Woman, I wouldn't be standing here if I didn't care about you," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You pulled back and ran your hands up his chest and neck to barely cup his cheeks. A move you knew he wasn't used to.

"I'm sorry I walked out."

"Next time stay." He felt so tense beneath your fingertips.

"Will you stay with me today?" You asked, hanging on his next words as if they meant everything.

"Yes, I'll stay today," he relented.

You were so overcome with happiness that you jumped into his arms.

He caught you and let out a soft sigh as his arms squeezed you against his body.

"Thank you." You nuzzled against his cheek and kissed him.

"You humans and your affection," he said with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You went inside and he immediately grabbed you, backing you towards the wall.

"Since you talked me out of training I have to find other ways to get a workout."

"I'm more than happy to help you burn some calories." You grabbed his armor and pulled him flush against you.

"Good, I plan on getting a full workout in." He captured your lips with his.

He was a little softer than usual and you hoped it would last for a while.

His hands slid down your sides and grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head.

"I missed you," you murmured while he kissed down your chest.

"You should've come inside last night,” he chided as he kissed his way down to your breasts.

"Would you have let me?"

"Of course. I would've claimed you while your friends slept on the lawn."

The thought of rough make up sex with Vegeta sounded so good you wished you would've gone inside the night before.

"You can claim me now."

He let out a soft growl, "I won't be gentle."

"I'm okay with that." You wanted him to be rough, you felt like you needed it.

"It'll be worse than the day in the gravity chamber," he warned. Your panties were soaked in an instant. More intense than the day in the gravity chamber was going to leave you completely exhausted.

"Wear me out,” you said with a slight grin.

Vegeta ripped the rest of your clothing off with ease, effectively making you even wetter at the fact.

He knelt down, put each leg over his shoulders, and stood back up with ease.

With your back pressed against the wall and his head between your thighs, you grabbed his hair and hung on as much as you could as he devoured your pussy.

He pressed his face against your cunt as his tongue swirled around your clit. Vegeta definitely knew what he was doing when it came to eating you out as he left you breathless within seconds.

"Fuck..." you tightened your grip on his hair.

He was focused fully on you and it felt like his way of telling you how he felt without actually saying it.

"Vegeta... " you panted and your thighs began to tremble.

He didn't slow down or stop, your whimpers only drove him further. His hands dug into your thighs almost painfully until you finally came, screaming for him.

He lapped at your pussy, licking up as much of your cum as he could before lowering you to the floor. It took a moment to regain your equilibrium as you came down from your intense orgasm.

"Fuck, Vegeta," you panted.

"Don't thank me yet, I'm not done with you." He grabbed you and pulled you with him upstairs.

You could do nothing but follow as your legs still felt wobbly. He entered the bedroom and shoved you down on the bed before he climbed up your body in a predatory manner.

To your surprise, he hooked his arms around your thighs and went right back to eating you out again, even more intensely than before.

"Vegeta!" You shouted, clutching the sheets beneath you.

"Scream for me, woman." He growled against your cunt.

You bucked your hips and tried to squeeze your thighs together but he forced them back open. He was determined to drive you insane with each swipe of his tongue and you were more than happy to take the torture.

"Ve... Veg," you panted, unable to form full words with him licking and sucking at your clit.

"Scream for me," he repeated a little louder.

He shoved two fingers into your soaked cunt, making you scream.

"Vegeta! Fuck, don't stop!" You clutched the sheets beneath you as you came, moaning loudly for anyone near the house to hear.

He settled on top of you and didn't waste a second shoving his pants down and slamming his cock into you. You were still recovering from the previous orgasm when his cock hit deep within your cunt despite your clenching.

He stilled and it felt like all of the tension in his body faded as he looked down at you, chin still glistening from going down on you.

Vegeta thrust into you hard, his cock slamming into you and making you gasp with each harsh thrust. He was rougher with you, determined to claim you or break you, whichever came first and you were honestly good with either.

He leaned down, grunting in your ear as he kissed and nipped at your neck. You winced when his fangs sunk into your skin but an overwhelming sense of excitement filled you immediately following the bite. His tongue lapped over the two small puncture wounds and when he lifted, you pulled him right back down into a heated kiss.

You could taste the metallic tinge of your blood on his tongue as he kissed you and continued to fuck you. He was relentless with his pace and didn't slow down for a second.

"You bit me there?" You asked between heated kisses.

"Yeah, problem?" He grunted, fucking you just as hard.

"I... just... isn't that... symbolic for saiyans?" It was a struggle to speak with him fucking you harder than ever before.

"Yes,” he answered, but gave nothing more.

You opened your mouth to say something but he shoved his fingers into your mouth before you could. He continued to fuck you roughly as his hands dug into the softness of your thighs.

"Come," Vegeta commanded once you were showing signs of fatigue. He was trying to fuck you to sleep and you couldn't help but wonder if it was because he didn't want you asking more questions or because he wanted you to rest. You zoned out just enough to remember how great it felt to be around Goku and surprisingly, Kyla, the night before. The heaviness you had felt since choosing Vegeta had lifted.

He snapped his hips against you as a reminder which was enough to push you over the edge. You clung to him as he continued to drive into you, your orgasm rolling through your body as you cried out for him.

He kept up the pace through your release until he finally let go, coming deep within you. By the time he pulled out and rested on the bed next to you, the room went dark and you drifted off to sleep.

Your eyes slowly opened sometime later. You had no idea how long you were out, only that the sun was setting and you were alone. You crawled out of bed and wrapped yourself in a blanket as you walked down the hallway towards the living room expecting to see Vegeta there, but he wasn't.

It dawned on you that this may be your norm, waking up alone and without the comfort or warm embrace you needed. Kyla's words echoed through your mind as you stood in the emptiness of your home.

As the silence ate away at you, tears began to form. Vegeta said he wouldn't train but he left anyway. You knew that was what he went to do. He rarely left for any other reason.

Like a switch flipping inside of you, your sadness turned to anger. If he was going to leave all the time, you weren't going to sit around and wait for him.

You marched to your bedroom and grabbed your phone from the bedside table. Swiping through your contacts, you came to the name you were looking for. Kyla.

"I know last night was probably a one time thing but do you want to go get a few drinks with me?" You sent the message and waited.

#vegeta x reader #goku x reader #sweat fic #supremeleadershitlord #lynn

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sparring-hyena · 4 years

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Another beccaxmc request ☺️ so i had this idea.. what if becca comes to London at the end of the senior and knocks the door on mc’s apartment but when mc opens becca notices that she’s half naked with a guy sleeping on her bed.. idk how but it ends with a happy ending ? 😬

oof. the potential for angst here is off the charts. thanks for sending it my way. i hope ya’ like what i wrote

there was an adjustment period, and that had been... hard, to say the least. Alex had spent the first part of her stay in London wallowing in her own heartache, the distance between her and her friends only making it worse. then Abbie had come to visit and that had been nice. had marked a sort of turning point for her.

she’d started going out again for the hell of it. exploring the city and meeting new people. she’d even met a small group of people at some pub tucked in an alleyway a few blocks from her apartment. she hangs out there a lot in her free time. not always drinking. sometimes she plays darts or pool with her new friends, sometimes they just sit and talk, and sometimes—very rarely—she does a little bit of writing.

that’s where she is tonight, actually. at the pub. laughing. talking. and about to win the round of darts she’s playing with her friends. the night dwindles on and they all drink some more. it’s Friday and they’re currently celebrating someone’s recent promotion.

there are empty shot glasses and half-drunk fruity cocktails spread across the dinged up wooden table.

Alex checks her watch, not that she’s able to make much sense of of the time being displayed to her. she’s teetering on the very fine edge of being blackout drunk, so everything’s all a bit blurry. she guesses it’s late though because the pub has pretty much cleared out now, and it’s just Alex and two of her new friends left.

“i think i might call it night,” one of them— Anna says. “you right to get her home or you want a hand?”

“go on, i’ll manage,” Matt, this time, says.

Anna leaves, and then a few minutes later, Matt scoots out of the booth and offers his hand to Alex. “c’mon, time to get ya’ home.”

Alex grumbles out a protest but still takes the proffered hand. she stumbles a bit as they walk, but Matt manages to hold her up.

“did i ever tell you about my girlfriend who’s not my girlfriend?” Alex says, her words coming out slurred and a little jumbled.

“i remember you said you didn’t want to talk about her,” Matt says.

“i only said that ‘cause i was sad. but i think you two would have been friends.”

“because we’re both law students?”

she touches her nose with her finger, or tries to at least. “you got it.”

Matt laughs. “c’mon, we’re almost there.”

when Alex wakes the next morning, she realises a few things: she’s definitely more than a little hungover, Matt is fast asleep on her couch, and there’s knocking on her door.

Alex sits up in bed and immediately regrets the decision. her head pounds and she feels like she might throw up. there’s a bucket beside her bed, so she guesses it wouldn’t be the first time. Alex searches her floor for a shirt that reeks a little less of alcohol. she tosses her shirt into the hamper and pads over to the door as she unfolds the new shirt.

Matt wakes up as she moves through the apartment.

“thanks for getting me home,” Alex says. “feel free to use the shower.”

Matt smiles and nods.

Alex opens the door, shirt half on, and when she sees who’s standing on the other side, she very nearly collapses. it’s Becca and she looks broken.

“can i come in?” Becca says.

Alex stares at her dumbly, shirt completely forgotten. and then, in some cruel twist of fate, Matt steps back into view, asking about towels. Alex can see the moment Becca’s entire mood shifts. she’s pissed.

“oh, hi,” Matt says, waving. “i’m Matt.”

Becca gives him a once over, and then says, her voice dripping with venom: “Becca.”

“oh, you’re the famous Becca. nice to meet you. you know, this one” —Matt nods to Alex— “thinks you and i would make pretty good friends.”

“i doubt that.”

“you know what, Matt, do you think you could give us a minute?”

“nevermind,” Becca says. “it’s clear what i have to say won’t mean anything to you. so you two can just pretend i was never here and continue with your morning.”

Becca leaves and Alex is left standing in the doorway trying to piece together in her hungover state how everything just got infinitely worse.

“you should go after her,” Matt says.

“she’s pissed.”

“yeah, but anger is a secondary emotion. she’s only pissed because she’s hurt.”

“when did you get so smart?”

Matt shrugs. “dated a psych student last year. but you should go after her. she wouldn’t have come all this way for nothing.”

Alex nods and is about to run after Becca, only stopping when Matt clears his throat.

“might wanna finish putting that shirt on.”

Alex laughs, puts her shirt on, and then runs after Becca. she catches up to Becca on the corner of the block.

“what do you want?” Becca snaps.

“what do i— you’re the one who came to my apartment!” and yeah, maybe Alex shouldn’t have snapped back like that. “sorry, i shouldn’t have yelled. we aren’t together—Matt and I.”

Becca scoffs. “you two sure looked pretty comfortable.”

“that doesn’t mean we’re together. he’s my friend. one of the first i made here.”

Becca sits with that information for a moment, her frustration slipping from her face. “really?”

“yes.”

“oh.”

a beat passes. cars whoosh by and pedestrians give them dirty looks as they block the path.

“come on.” Alex grabs Becca’s hand, their fingers automatically lacing together, and leads her to the nearby park.

they sit down at one of the benches, hands still together.

“sorry for getting angry back there,” Becca says.

“it’s fine. i probably would have been angry too if i were in your position.”

“how’s London been treating you?”

“it’s fun. took a little bit to adjust, but i’m starting to really like it here,” Alex says, and then a moment later adds: “i miss you.”

Becca squeezes her hand. “me too.”

and then Alex says something that’s been banging around in her head a lot these past few weeks. “i wish we’d tried harder.”

“we still can.”

“yeah?”

Becca hums, smiling. “plenty of people do long distance.”

“it’ll be hard.”

“worth it.”

Alex pulls Becca in for a kiss then and it’s at this moment that she realises how much she’s missed this. missed the way their lips lock together, the way Becca cups her cheeks like she’s something to be treasured, the way Becca doesn’t open her eyes right away after they kiss like she needs a moment to come back down to Earth.

“i love you,” Becca says, voice soft and eyes gleaming.

“i love you too.”

#becca x mc #becca davenport #my writing #playchoices #request #anon #the freshman #the sophomore #the junior #the senior

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ikevamp-shrine · 4 years

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Sleep Over Part 2

Word count: 1151

Characters: Le Comte, Leonardo, Dazai, Sebastian, Isaac, Arthur, Theo, Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Jean, William

Warnings: none

I freaking love the ending- just so y’all know.

~*~

A soft melody shifted through the air growing in volume the closer Gwen came to Mozart’s music room. The piece he was playing had a light, airy tone and Gwen could feel herself bouncing her head along with the beat. The usually cold musician seemed to be in good spirits today, assuming by his music, which is something Gwen would definitely be using in her favor. Standing outside the door for the music to stop, and gently swaying to the beat, Gwen found herself raising her hand up to knock after the music did stop- but before she could hit the wood the door swung open revealing an blank faced Mozart.

“What?” He asked, his voice steady.

Gwen shifted the sliver tray in her hands the treats, consisting of chocolate, coffee just the way he liked it, and rogue, on the plater grabbing the vampire’s attention. Gwen could practically see his mouth watering. He reached out to relieve the girl of the tray when she suddenly stepped back, just out of arms reach to Mozart, and said, “uh, uh, uh... the only way you’re getting these lovely, tasty, mouth watering treats is if you do something for me,” in a teasing sing-songy tone of voice.

Mozart’s face crumbled in disappointment at her statement. Taking on a hesitant expression he asked the girl he had grown to tolerate what she wanted.

“Good question Wolf, well you see there is an... event... of the sorts occurring tonight and I would appreciate it if you would attend... and you kind of can’t say no because Le Comte said you had to come,” Gwen rushed at, smiling, stumbling over her words, and whispering the part about Comte saying Mozart had no choice in the matter.

“So be it.”

Scoffing, Mozart yanked the tray out of Gwen’s hands and slammed his door irritatingly. A loud bang and the once happy song turned violent resonated from behind the closed door.

Outside the music room Gwen’s face lit up like a little kid on Christmas as she skipped down the hallway towards the kitchen to retrieve another round of treats for one of the more stubborn men.

And that’s how the majority of the conversations between Gwen and the other men went- her bringing treats to bribe them with before telling them that they can’t refuse because a pureblood told them they couldn’t.

Arthur was easy to get to agree as well as Vincent, Dazai, and Napoleon. Isaac got flustered and whispered he would come, but only because she brought him a pie before slamming the door on her face. Theo had made her bark once and agree to making three times the normal amount of his favorite pancakes the next morning.

Sebastian would be forced to come to insure the happiness and wellbeing of the attending residents. Poor man.

All it took for Leonardo to come was a kiss on the cheek, but Jean was probably the most difficult to convince. Jean was not a social person, anyone could see that. He tended to avoid any sort of interaction with everyone, and saying that Comte told him to come would make him want to not show just to piss the master of the mansion off. Gwen also had no idea what treat he liked or what to get him to bribe him with. Jean was like a wall- a hard, unmovable, brick wall. But after many minutes of deflecting his self-depreciating comments and refusals she finally managed to get him to agree.

“If you come I swear I will leave right now and clean out your portion of the stables for a week... you do not have to talk to anyone and I promise to try to keep Arthur away from you during the event,” Gwen pleaded glancing up at the marble statue look alike through her eyelashes. Poking out her lip for an added touch.

Once Jean’s stone cold façade fell Gwen knew she had him.

“If you wish, mademoiselle, but please leave the stables to me, I shall not ask such a woman to dirty her hands on my behalf,” Jean responded after kissing the back of her hand and taking his leave, the shadows seemingly swallowing his form as he quitely walked away.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Gwen whispered while pumping her fists in the air and doing a little celebratory dance in the middle of the hallway before suddenly freezing her motions and gasping out, “wait I haven’t done the sheets.”

It was already dark by the time Gwen had finished preparing for the sleep over.

“Okay, so blankets, pillows, snacks, beverages, a mountain of pancakes, alcohol... what else am I missing?”

“Perhaps the guest, luv.”

Arthur’s voice startled Gwen causing her to whip around in his direction all while almost knocking over one of the piles of neatly folded blankets.

“By Jove Gwen some would think you were providing warmth for an entire army with that amount of blankets.” Arthur’s flirtatious laugh hung in the air.

“Thank you for putting so much effort into this for us Gwen. Theo what do we say?” Vincent said walking through the opened door, past Arthur who was currently walking over to the small selection of adult beverages, and straight towards a somewhat worried Gwen at Arthur’s display of licking his lips and hands reaching out to grab for a bottle. Her attention was quickly stolen away from the author by being hugged by Vincent, his warm body and sunflower scent washing over her.

“Yeah, thanks or whatever Hondjie,” Theo’s gruff voice was muffled, distracted even, as he made a beeline for the pancakes.

A little while later almost everyone was in the same room, including a certain William Shakespeare who randomly showed up to talk to Comte but quickly regretted the action as he was now sandwiched between a smirking Leonardo and a glaring Theo. Everyone who was currently in the room could feel the tension between the trio, it was suffocating.

Isaac was quietly chatting with a barely awake Napoleon who was slumped in a chair his head falling back every once in a while. Le Comte was gracefully resting in a comfy recliner beside the roaring fire place, drinking a fruity smelling tea. Arthur was seeing how fast he could chug a bottle of wine after Theo said he couldn’t do it in under thirty seconds. Jean was huddled in the corner of the room appearing more like a scared cat on attack mode than an actual man. Mozart was leaning on the wall close to Jean with a disgusted expression on his dedicate featured face as he took in the other men’s actions. Sebastian was helping Vincent, who looked ready to burst into tears, untangle himself from about three blankets. All they were missing was the eccentric Japanese author.

“Hey Cara, if Shakespeare starts ruining your time do not hesitate to call for me... I’ll make sure the little devil learns his lesson,” said Leonardo, the snugness in his voice was almost laughable, but the threat hanging in the air caused William to gulp and find his shoes incredibly interesting.

“...truth or dare? What in God’s name is that Sebastian?” Isaac’s questioning voice rose above the rest of the chatting residents.

“It is a children's game, Master Isaac. One person asks another ‘truth or dare’ and the person being asked has to pick one of the two actions... pick truth you get asked a question, and you must answer, pick dare you must do the dare someone gives you,” Sebastian responded while helping Vincent to his feet after they killed the blanket monster that attacked the painter.

“Let’s do it,” hiccupped Arthur as he wobbly flopped on the floor swinging his feet back and forth in the air, and laying on his stomach in front of a disappointed looking Comte.

“Gwen truth or dare?” Arthur continued.

Gwen thought for a minute and choose the safest option, “truth.”

Arthur’s smirk spelled trouble.

“What’s one thing that gets you hot and bothered every time?”

“Easy. Handcuffs.”

The reactions of the men in the ranged from almost spitting out their drinks, gasps, knowing and dirty smirks, blushing faces, and Arthur saying, “you kinky girl.” While chuckling devilishly.

“Napoleon, truth or dare?” Napoleon only responded to Gwen’s question by cracking his eye open and whispering a sleepy, “dare.”

“I dare you to pin Isaac.” Napoleon eyes shot open as mischief ran ramped on his expression.

“You vile woman-” was all a horrified Isaac could get out before he found himself wrestled to the pillow and blanket covered ground. Isaac’s yelps and screeches merged with the demi vampire’s full blown laughs as Napoleon pinned Isaac’s wrists above his head all while sitting on the physicist’s waist, successfully leaving the smaller male to his mercy.

“Curse the day you were ever born Gwen!” Gwen just smirked at Isaac’s cursing.

“Leonardo truth or dare?” Napoleon questioned while glancing up at Leo, Isaac still pinned under him.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to jump completely clothed in the thermae.”

Leonardo came back a few minutes after standing up and walking out of the room, completely soaked, clothes sucking his skin, and dripping water onto the floor. He walked over to Le Comte, who stared at Leonardo with an don’t-you-dare glare, plopping himself down on the arm of the recliner and leaning against the golden pureblood and saying, “old friend... truth or dare?”

Comte growled out, “truth.”

“Who in this room do you find attractive in a sexual way?”

“Sebastian, Arthur, Isaac, William, Gwen, and you. Jean, truth or dare?” Comte said those names so nonchalantly Gwen almost missed the fact that her own name was included in the list.

Jean appeared incredibly startled at being asked but non the less picked truth. Le Comte in return asked if Jean had ever been kissed before causing Jean to turn bright red and huff out, “...no.”

The next few minutes consisted of the rest of the present men being asked the same question and doing whatever they were told... until Isaac thought it a good idea to dare Vincent Van Gogh to bake a cake with no help which lead to the men and Gwen to all trudging their way to the kitchen and pilling themselves in a corner.

“Oh my god... he’s putting both self rising flour and baking powder in the-” Gwen stopped her rushed, worried whispers towards Sebastian to gasp and tug on the butlers coat sleeve, continuing by gritting her teeth and rushing out, “Sebastian that was a cup of baking powder. Sebastain he’s pouring white vinegar in the liquid's bowl... oh shit... Sebastian this is going to be so much to clean up.” Gwen took to hiding her face in the impassive butler's shoulder as he patted her head while screaming internally.

“... and now to pour the liquids into the dries... or wait is it pour the dries into the liquids? Oh well,” Vincent mumbled to himself as he suddenly took both bowls, one in each hand and suddenly dumped both into an even bigger bowl.

“There that should do the trick.”

There was one second of peace before all hell broke loose.

Vincent’s concoction exploded as batter was sent flying. The slicky, goopy liquid stuck to the walls, the cabinets, the residents, the vegeables, the spices, the utensils, cups, bowls, plates... everything.

“.....what the hell Vincent?” Gwen wasn’t too sure who said it, but she couldn’t agree more as she slowly wiped off the batter from her exposed cheek.

“So are you still enjoying the thought of a ‘sleep over’?” Comte questioned Gwen as they both stood off to the side, watching as chaos reigned free in front of them.

“I regret everything.”

Back in the room they started the sleep over in

A well known Japanese man threw himself through the window against the wall, stumbling and looking around confused at the lack of people in the room.

“Huh. Guess I’m early... Yay sake!”

Closing the opened “door” behind him Dazai didn't notice his sleeve getting caught in the window as he all but tried to sprint over to the alcohol only to be tugged backward and fall hard against the floor with a thud.

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puccbunni · 4 years

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“Friends”

| Auston Matthews | Maple Leafs |

{ Fuck Up the Friendship - Leah Kate }

Sooo this is my first ever Imagine. I hope you guys like it and sorry for any mistakes, I think I got them all but... Honestly I got a little bored and with the return to play yesterday I figured I’d give a little love for our favourite NHL boys.

WARNINGS:

Swearing

Drinking

Smut (sorry!! Not sorry 🙄)

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You had grown up living next door to Steph and when she began dating Mitch, the three of you became as thick as thieves, so when you and Steph got excepted into Western and moved in together the bond only grew stronger. Mitch often joked around saying he was the real third wheel of the relationship, so he would often invite one of his team mates along so he had company whenever you, Steph and Mitch would hang out. For that reason you had gotten to know Auston pretty well over the last few years and had even became pretty good friends but that was all it ever was, Friends. Sure you had both thought the other was attractive, but you never acted on those thoughts.

After your mid year exams were finally over you and Steph had decided to go out and celebrate making it through the hell that was exam week.

“Would you mind if I invited Mitch?” Steph asked as she bought all of her make up in to your room and started getting ready for the night ahead.

“No of course not I haven’t seen him in ages!” You reply knowing full well that with Mitchs schedule lately and Stephs exams, she hadn’t seen her boyfriend in at least a month.

A wide smile spread across her face as she quickly typed a message to Mitch. He quickly replied back saying that he’d meet us at the club and was bring a few of the boys along cause they missed the two of you as well.

After you finished getting ready, you down a few shots before calling an Uber and making your way to the club. For the first time since knowing the boys you and Steph had somehow managed to beat the rest of the group to your destination. Not wanting to waste any time Steph dragged you to the bar and order two rounds of shots and two cocktails to ‘start off the night’. You down the shots of tequila feeling the slightly golden liquid burn it’s way down your throat and you quickly chased them with the fruity drink that the bartender had just delivered to you, you both thanked him and headed to the booth Mitch had reserved for the night. After 20 minutes and another two rounds of cocktails later the boys were still yet to arrive, feeling buzzed all you wanted to do now was dance, so you decided that you weren’t waiting any longer for the boys and moved down to the dance floor that was starting to become more crowed with intoxicated bodies as the minutes ticked by. A few minutes had passed and Steph who was somehow slightly more intoxicated than you indicated that she needed water, not wanting to leave your new found happy place you simply nodded and went back to swaying with the music. You stayed like this trapped in an alcohol induced trance swaying to the beat of the music playing loudly through the speakers of the club until you felt two large, muscular arms wrap around you waist and pick you up and start to spin you. Panic floods your body as your eyes shoot open to see who your attacker was, you look down and recognise the tattoos that dance up one of the arms of the man that still had you lifted off the ground. As he put your feet back on the ground you try to spin to face him but stumbled slightly due to the alcohol you had ingested.

“Wow there, easy tiger” Auston shouted, barley auditable over the music.

You slapped him in the chest.

“Auston you scared the shit out of me!”

Auston simply laughed and pulled you into a hug.

“Sorry Y/N, I don’t mean to scare you.”

“Where’s everyone else?” You ask looking around slightly as he released you from the hug but kept his hands resting on your hips.

“Over at the bar, we can keep dancing though.” He said leaning in a little closer.

You could tell that although he had just arrived, that Auston had had the same idea as you and had probably down a few drinks before he left because he seemed bolder, more confident, if that was even possible.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh no buddy, we can go to the bar and you can buy me a drink for giving me a heart attack!” you joked poking your finger into his broad chests, taking a step back to try and gain a little bit of distance between the two of you.

Auston just rolled his eyes but nodded, placing his large hand on your lower back and guiding you to the bar. When you get there you are greeted by the rest of the group. Mitch was standing with his arms around Stephs waist as she giggles at something Willy had just said to her. Kappy and Paige were stood next to him and Freddie was on the other side of Mitch ordering a drink from the bartender.

“Hey there she is!” Willy said pulling you into a hug.

“Long time no see stranger.” You reply with a smile.

You say hello to the rest of the group and turn back to Auston just in time for him to hand the same cocktail you had been drinking earlier with Steph. You thank him and down it quickly not realising how thirsty you were until you had finished the entire drink within a few moments.

“Ohhh so it’s going to be one of those nights.” Freddie laughs as you place the now empty glass back on the bar. You shrug with a smirk plastered on your face.

“Hey I deserve it! This last week has been hell!”

“Cheers to that!” Steph says raising her half empty glass then chugging the remainder of the contents down. Everyone laughs and Mitch rolls his eyes knowing that he is in for a very long an interesting night. You all grab a few drinks and head over to the booth and slip into an easy conversation about life, hockey, work basically just catching up with everyone. You were sat in between Freddie and Auston which left you with very little space and as the night progressed, the more the two of them spread out, leaving you sandwiched between them with no space to move. Auston raised his arm closest to you and placed it on the back of the chair behind your head.

“You comfortable?” He asks as you slid closer to him and into the small space he had created for you.

“Yeah, I forget how big you boys are.” You laugh.

You shuffled your legs as they still didn’t have quite enough room and Freddie’s foot kept getting dangerous close to stepping on your toes. Your knee knocked Austons and he looked down at what you were doing. He used his free hand to grab your legs and swing them over one of his thick thighs pulling you closer towards him. You look up at him with a questioning look.

“What?” Auston asks.

You shake your head and mumble nothing whilst going back to sipping on your drink and trying to pay attention to what Paige was saying.

But your eyes kept darting back to Auston. You had never been this close to him before, never close enough to smell his cologne, never close enough to feel his warm breath on your bare shoulder and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you liked it. You liked being this close to him, it felt safe and warm. No one seemed to notice, that you were basically sitting in Austons lap, or if they did it didn’t really bother them the way it was bothering you. Everything was hazy and you weren’t entirely sure if it was just the alcohol that was impacting your judgement or Auston’s presence as well, but as his free hand dropped to you bare thigh and started rubbing small circles absentmindedly just above your knee, you knew he was definitely having some sort of effect on you and the smug look on his face told you he knew it too.

”You okay there Y/N?” He ask his lips almost touching your ear.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You reply keeping yourself facing forward, not trusting yourself enough to make eye contact with him.

His fingers started to move closer to the hem of your very short dress and you instinctively squeeze your thighs together as an ache started to spread in between your legs. He let out a small breathy laugh,

“You sure your okay Baby.”

At the sound of the nickname he had just bestowed onto you, your desire spiked through the roof and you were about willing to let this man, your friend, do absolutely anything he wanted to you right then and there. But Freddie’s laugh bought you plummeting back to reality and you remembered that you were sat at a table, with your friends, in a very public club. You quickly grabbed Auston wrist before his fingers could go any higher.

“Someone will notice!” You whisper harshly.

“And?” He cocked his eyebrow.

“And, I am not doing this here!” You exclaim.

“Then let’s get out of here.” He said raising his drink casually back up to his lips, like he hadn’t just asked you to go home with him.

“What?” You ask shocked at his question. You quickly looked around the table and thanked your lucky stars that everyone seemed to be too deep in conversation with one another to have noticed your very shocked expression.

“You said you aren’t doing this here, so the logical solution would be to get out of here.” He stated like it was a commonly known fact. You rolled your eyes.

“I am not going home with you Auston.”

“Oh I think you will change your mind.” You weren’t looking at him but you could practically feel his smirk dripping off his words.

You tried to move your legs off his thigh but his hand grab them halting your movements, before sliding them back up his leg. You knew he was right if you stayed in this position you would change your mind, actually you really wouldn’t because your mind already wanted to go home with him. Your mind wanted to feel his skin on yours, his lips discovering every part of your body, that’s what your mind and your body wanted. But the small amount of common sense you had left was screaming out that this was a bad idea, a terrible idea, that you were friends and that’s all you ever will be and that this is just the alcohol talking not Auston, the real, sober Auston.

“I need to got to the bathroom.” You state and push his hand off your leg and half shove him out of the booth.

You quickly make your way through the crowded club and into the bathroom where you lock yourself in one of the cubicles. God you needed to get a grip. This is Auston we are talking about, Auston freaking Matthews. You were friends JUST friends, so why the hell did you want to sleep with him right now? And even better question since when did he want to sleep with you? You had never been flirty with each other before, granted you had always been seeing other people and had never really been single at the same time before. But still you had never thought you were his type or vice versa. After a few deep breaths you finally managed to pull yourself together and calm you nerves and your growing desire enough to face him again. You unlocked the cubicle and checked your appearance in the mirror touching up your lipstick up slightly and opened the bathroom doors. As you took a step out of the bathroom Auston grabbed you by the waist pulled you into him and smashed his lips down onto yours. You raised your two hands and shoved him off you slightly.

“Hey I just touched up my lipstick, asshole.”

Auston laughed and dipped his forehead down so it rested on yours.

“That’s all you have to say right now Y/N?”

“I- umm I..” you stutter as you fully take in the fact that he had just kissed you. Auston Matthews had just kissed you.

“You kissed me.” You state rather stupidly looking into his eyes.

“I did and I very much want to do it again.” He says using one of his hands to cup your face.

He starts to lean in.

“If you don’t want this just tell me to stop Y/N.” His eyes scanning yours for any kind of uncertainty.

But you couldn’t be more certain, you wanted him and that small ounce of common sense you had left evaporated the second his lips touched yours.

“I want you.” You whisper, you aren’t even sure if he heard you over the music, but the smile that spreads across his face confirms that he does.

“Good cause I really want to ruin that damn lipstick now.” He growled crashing his lips back into yours.

You weren’t sure how long it was that you were making out with Auston or who saw but honestly you didn’t really care. You were too caught up in each other, you know you had somehow managed to break apart from each other long enough to call an Uber and text Steph that you weren’t feeling well and were going to head home. The next thing you know you are stumbling through the front door of Austons apartment. He pushed you up against the wall after slamming the door shut behind you, his tongue tasting like the whisky he had been sipping on.

“Bedroom” you say as his lips moved down to you neck.

“Needy are we?” He chuckles against your neck.

“Shut up.” You moan as he starts sucking at your sweet spot just behind your ear. Your hands running up his neck and then up into his soft curls.

He takes you to his room and pushes you on his bed and takes of his shirt. You prop yourself up on your elbows and rake your eyes up his bare chest drinking in the sight of him before you.

“Like what you see baby.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes at his cockiness.

“Eh, it’ll do.” you shrug and he scoffs.

He grabs you by your ankles and drags you to the end of his bed. He pulls your dress up over your head, leaving you laying in a matching black lace set that you know makes you look good.

“Like what you see baby.” You mock him as you catch him staring at you the same way you were doing to him moments before.

“It will do.” He reply’s and you both start laughing.

He crawls on to the bed, your lips dancing with his as his large body covered yours with ease. You both shuffle up the bed until your head hits the pillows. He starts kissing your neck, sucking and biting slightly as his large hand squeezes you boobs over your lace bra. He reaches behind you and unclips your bra sliding the material down your arms and tossing it across his room.

You unbutton his jeans and helped him get them off. You start palming his already hard dick through his boxers and as you felt him heavy in your hand it became more and more unbearable not having him in you. You were thankful when he looped his fingers in the band of your underwear and dragged them down your legs. As soon as your underwear was discarded his fingers are dancing on your clit.

“Ah, fuck.” You moan causing him to smirk for the millionth time that night.

“God you’re so wet baby.” He says against your neck as his lips leave a hot trail down your neck to your left breast taking your hardening nipple into his mouth. Your back arches and you moan louder as he slips a finger into you entrance.

“Aus, please.” You gasp throwing your head back against the pillows.

“Want do you want Y/N?” He asks whilst slipping another finger in you.

“I want you.” You say for the second time that night, not caring how needy you sounded.

He quickly rids himself of his boxers and grabs a condom off his bedside table and rolls it down his length. He lined his tip up with your entrance.

“You sure Y/N.” He asks in a quiet voice, checking your eyes for any sign of hesitation.

You cupped his face kissing his lips softly.

“Yes.” You answer without a shred of doubt.

He pushes into you slowly aware that his length was a lot for you to take in. He stills momentarily once your pelvises touch and he is fully sheathed inside of you, stretching you in the most delicious way. Auston captures your moan in his mouth as he moves his hips back before snapping them forward again. His thrusts were firm and once you had adjusted, his pace quickened to a relentless pace that had you seeing stars.

“Fuck Y/N.” He groaned as you raked you nails down his back.

Sweat had began to gather on his brow and the base of his neck making some of his dark curls stick to the skin. The harder and fast he thrusted into you the louder you both got. You felt the small bubble in your stomach start to grow.

“God, fuck I am close.” Auston moaned dropping his hand down to your clit again to bring on your release on faster.

You felt his thrust become sloppy as you began to tighten around him.

“Don’t stop.” You begged as the bubble within began to burst and you came hard around his member, Auston found his high moments after yours. He rolled off of you and got up to discard the condom before slipping back into bed next you, pulling the blankets up over your naked bodies and you tightly into his chest where you both quickly fell asleep wrapped up in each other.

The next morning you woke up just before five, your legs tangled up with Austons, his large arm draped across your torso and you could hear his light snores telling you that he was still asleep. You carefully untangle yourself and slip from the bed, grabbing your clothes that were scattered around his room and you sneak out of his apartment before your ‘friend’ has the chance to wake up.

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boyy-wonder-grayson · 4 years

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Winter's Weather // Dick Grayson Au!

Previous chapters: 1 2

Chapter 3

Warnings: nothing, kinda sad, mentios of sexual themes kidna.

A/u:Hey guys i’m kinda back, sorry i left this series alone i just didn’t have much inspiration to wirte for this, and i dind’t want to write something shitty just for the sake of writing, so hopefully you’ll enjoy this new chapter! thanks for following me and the series and i appreciate you caring for my writing. sorry for mistakes, and thanks again!

It’s been a month already since she arrived at Mystic, and it’s been one week since she last saw Dick. The first week went by quickly; Y/n had been so caught up with taking care of the cabin that she didn’t realize how much she had been inside the house. The weather was getting increasingly colder as the days passed, and the colder it got the feeling of loneliness started to creep inside of her. The first few weeks went somehow okay; the nostalgic feeling of being inside the house that held so many memories from her father was ever present in every waking hour, but the more time she kept herself preoccupied, the better she got at handling it. It was the nights that always got to her.

Y/n was someone who enjoys being alone; she liked to be able to enjoy quiet nights, with a glass of wine and a good movie. She enjoyed being alone, what she didn’t enjoy was the feeling of loneliness. It’s been a few months since she broke up with her former boyfriend, and she was fine with being alone once again, but on quiet nights she missed the warmth of being in someone else’s embrace. And much to her chagrin, her mind took her to the only man that made her feel a resemblance of warmth, since she arrived at Connecticut.

Dick.

It was strange of her to feel something so soon for something she didn’t really know. Dick was a mystery, that much she knew. It was an understatement to say he was an attractive guy, everyone with eyes could see that, but his eyes held something that drew her in. It was ironic how much of a lifetime movie her life had become since she came to town. Meeting a mysterious man; the random encounters they had around town, but as much as a cliche that was, she liked it. She chuckled, thinking about the few times they’d run into each other during her first month. More often than not, they found themselves standing in the cereal aisle fighting. It was a routine at this point for them. One that both waited to happen sooner than later.

That’s why she realised she hadn’t seen Dick since last week. She went grocery shopping on Tuesday and he wasn’t there,nor any other store for that matter. She hasn’t realized how comfortable she has become with him until he wasn’t there. She wondered, if something happened to him, if he was okay. She didn’t want to stay inside and wallow into her own self pity - she also didn’t want to stay in and think about dick because that might lead to some unholy activities - so she got dressed in some warm clothes, turned on her car and made her way towards the nearest bar.

The Hood.

The Hood had seen some of the best and the worst nights of Y/n. She was not proud to say that the first time she got drunk, it was there and let’s say it did not end pretty. The moment she set a foot inside the bar, all the memories smack her in the face, some making her cringe at some, and smile fondly. The owner, Slade, a war veteran who had lost an eye in battle was the friendliest bartender you could ever meet. He was quick to shut down any creep that got too handsy with people around the bar, and he was one of the most respected men around town. For y/n, was like an uncle. He and her father were fishing buddies back in the day, and so grew around the man, and knew how much of a softie he was underneath that eye patch.

“Uncle Slade!” She cheered once he spotted him across the counter. The man’s ears perked up at the familiar voice and when his eyes -eye- found the source a smile made its way into his face.

“Y/n? Is that you!? My, my you’ve grown kiddo” he said moving around the counter to engulf his niece in a warm hug.

“Oh, i’ve missed you!” she said, separating herself from the man. “I see you’re doing pretty well” the girl gestured at the almost filled bar.

“It’s okay,” he said, looking fondly at the girl whom he considered a daughter. “How have you been?” He asked delicately. The girl sighed knowing where the conversation was going; after all they were almost brothers.

“I’m okay, been back here after so many years, it’s been… rough, but I like it. I always did love this town.”

“Wel, I’m glad you’re back. Adelaine is going to be happy to see you again” he said. Adelaine was one of the sweetest woman in town. Being married to someone like Slade wasn’t easy Y/n used to think -still does- but adelaine made it work. They had a son, Jericho, who loved to hang out with Y/n when they were younger.

“Is she here?” She asked excitedly.

“Not today, she usually helps me on Fridays and Saturdays. But we definitely need to have you over the house one of these now that you’re staying in town” Slade said with a smile.

“I’d love to! I miss you guys a lot.”

“Well, I assume you didn’t come here just to chat, so what can I get you kid?“

“House special” she replied with a smirk.

Slade laughed before replying: “one Red Hood coming.”

Red Hood was the drink that gave the bar the name after all –minus the red of course–. It basically consisted of a Jolly rancher which was green apple vodka, some peach schnapps and cranberry juice, with a little orange slice rearranged to make it look like it was covering the top of the glass, you know like a hood. It was Y/n’s favourite drink.

She sat on a table not too far from the counter and grabbed her phone. She had a few emails regarding work, that she was not going to open today, and a few texts from her sister. She opened the conversation, just when Slade placed the drink on the table. She thanked him, and took a sip from the glass, tasting the fruity drink and snapped a selfie to send to her sister with the caption ‘getting drunk tonight on red hoods. Xo.‘

She sighed after drinking some more, remembering all those days she used to come to the same place every other weekend, to drown her sorrows in alcohol and greasy food. It seemed that not much has changed.

“I didn’t peg you for the drinking type” a gruff voice said. Standing in front of her was none other than the man that had plagued her thoughts the past few days. Dick Grayson.

“Fancy seeing you here Dick” she said in a mocking tone. She hid her smile behind the glass checking him out, not too subtlety. That didn’t go unnoticed by Dick. He smirked as he took a seat on the table making the girl raise a brow.

“Don’t remember inviting you to sit down here"

"I don’t see you objecting about it either” he replied.

“Touche.”

“So, what brings you here Grayson?” She tried to sound nonchalant but her voice was laced with worry? Dick shook those thoughts away, and cleared his throat.

“The alcohol” he replied, making her chuckle.

“Cheers” she lifted her glass in the air, nodding her head at the same time.

They stayed silent for a while. Enjoying each other’s company. The silence was surprisingly not awkward at all. This gave y/n time to really look at him. He looked tired, but handsome as usual. There were bags under his eyes, and his hair was a little too long. Y/n that he looked incredibly hot. The shirt under the leather jacket had two buttons opened, leaving his chest a litte exposed, and maybe it’s been too long since the last time she had sex, or maybe Dick was natural just hot, but that little window that show his tanned skin made her feel all sort of things. His Adam apple bobbed up and down whenever he took a sip, and god she needed to get laid now or go home and take care of it on her own.

Before her imagination got truly wild, Dick spoke:

“Why are you here?"

The question took her by surprise, not quite understanding why did he ask that.

"What do you mean?” She said, confusion all over her face.

“I mean, why are you here. In Mystic. Is not really people’s first choice for moving in” he said taking a sip from his beer.

“I came here to my dad’s cabin. It’s been a while since I came and I needed to see the state of the house before deciding what to do with it” she replied avoiding eye contact.

“That’s not what I asked."

"That’s exactly what you asked,” she said, looking down at the empty glass in front of her.

“What’s the real reason?” Dick pressed. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to talk about it with her, but he was intrigued by her. She was the only person in town that made him want to leave the house so he could casually run into her. Not that he would say that to her,of course.

Y/n sighed, knowing that sooner or later she was going to be confronted by someone about her real reasons, but maybe speaking with someone who doesn’t really know her would save her from the judgment.

“I did come here because of the cabin,but I also needed time to think I guess. To breathe” she began “I broke up with my boyfriend a couple months ago, and I guess I needed a break from it all,you know? Is not that I’m doing this because of him, but also my mother kept on pressuring me about getting older and finding a husband, and getting married and I just don’t think I want that. Not now at least. And I just couldn’t handle it anymore, and this was a good chance, maybe to start over, to chance, but now I just… don’t know” she said sighing not looking at Dick.

“I came here five years ago, for the exact same reasons as you,” he said,surprising the girl.

“And?"

"And… nothing changed” he admitted looking down at his now empty beer bottle. “I came here five years ago, wanting to do something about my life and I did nothing. If anything I became more reclusive.”

Y/n knew that even though dick and her were not exactly friends, and did not know each other at all, she thought that maybe he felt the same. Telling the story of your life to a stranger can be comforting in a way; like she said saving yourself from the judgment from your family. She knew that asking dick a question might end in either him answering truthfully or maybe he’d shut himself off even more than before, but since she was kind enough to tell her own story she hoped for Dick to do the same. So she asked:

“Why did you come here?"

Dick huffed and ran a hand through his long hair. He didn’t like talking about this topic with anyone. Not his family,not his friends, so why was he about to pour his feelings out for some girl he barely knew? He did not know the answer to that yet, but the warm smile on her face, and her kind eyes gave her a weird sensation in his stomach. Maybe he was starved for connection with someone other than his family,maybe he liked her enough to trust her.

Maybe.

"Before I came here I was supposed to get married with my back then fiancee, Dawn; I was the happiest guy in the world. I had a good family, friends and someone I trusted with my life. But a few days before my birthday I found out she cheated on me with my friend Hank.” He stopped to look at her, waiting for the same look everyone gave him when they heard that story. But her eyes were soft, a sweet, comforting smile was waiting for him, rather than pity. Dick somehow understood the look she was sporting. She understood because she had

been there herself. Dick sighed loudly, releasing all the tension and stress that he had been carrying for years. Being in her presence was like a breath of fresh air for someone whose head had been surrounded by smoke and each time got harder to breath.

It wasn’t until she came to the town that Dick allowed himself to breathe the air that the city provided him with.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #nightwing #titans #titans imagine #netflixs titans #dcu #dc #fanfic

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bb-tings · 4 years

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campfires & kegs

rudy pankow

requested by: @ampanonyg

summary: y/n and rudy go on their annual camping trip and meet up with their friends.

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The couple was so excited when they finally pulled up to the campgrounds. The time for their annual camping trip had finally come around and they couldn’t wait. When they hopped out of the car and looked around to see a few of their friends that they had made from the many camping trips in the past, the pair’s smiles grew even wider. They knew that if their camp buddies were around too then there would be a campfire party that night.

Rudy and Y/n began getting everything out of the car and setting the tent up. Y/n swat at the mosquitoes that attacked her skin, trying to get to the red substance beneath. As much as she loved these trips with her boyfriend, she was over the little bugs as soon as they arrived on the camping grounds. She turned to Rudy who was getting things out of the car.

“Roo, did you get the OFF,” Y/n questioned her blonde boyfriend as they put their things inside the tent.

“No...was I supposed to?” When she didn’t respond he turned around to see her standing with her hands on her hips with an emotionless look.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Rudy, did you at least get the bag of snacks that we packed?”

When the blonde didn’t respond she let out a frustrated sigh and walked away from him to put the blankets and sheets on the air mattress they had brought. Rudy felt really guilty, he knew that he could be really absent-minded at times. But he was just so eager to camp with his gorgeous girlfriend that everything else just escaped his brain.

Rudy walked into the tent and pulled the blanket away from Y/n, throwing it on the bed. He grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the tent and he sat on the bench in their camp area. Rudy reached out and pulled her hips towards him, and wrapped his arms around her. Y/n’s hands landed on the blonde’s shoulders. She then slowly made her way to the back of his neck and played with his hair.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n heard his words, but she avoided his eyes. She had long forgiven him, but she liked it when Rudy fought for her. In any way, whether he was fighting someone else or fighting himself, as he was doing now. She kept her eyes locked on his lips. When Rudy noticed that he launched forward and gave her a quick peck. Returning to his original position=, he noticed the small smile on her face and her wide eyes.

“What was that for?”

“I felt like you were assaulting me with your eyes. So I put a stop to it,” the young actor responded with a smirk.

“Oh. I was assaulting you, was I? I’m sorry, am I making you feel uncomfortable? ‘Cause I’ll leave.” She sported a big smile as she tried to pull away from the boy, but let out a squeal when he tugged her to stand in between his knees again.

“Nah, I’m not uncomfortable. I’m good. But I am really sorry for being so forgetful.” He looked up at the girl with sad blue eyes and poked his bottom lip out for effect.

“I know baby,” Y/n let out a sigh. “But now we have to add bug spray and snacks to the list of things we need from Walmart. This was supposed to be a cheap trip, remember!.” The girl made a silly angry face and made her voice deeper.

‘It’s alright baby. I think my bank account can take a hit of about $40 dollars. I don’t know if you know this but I’m a famous actor. I work for Netflix.” the boy smirked up at the girl.

“Yeah, I remember. You never let me forget,” Y/n started to pull away from Rudy and grabbed his keys from his pocket. “Come on, Mr. Big Shot, Walmart waits for nobody.”

“Alright, wait for me in the car. I’m gonna go tell Luke and Annie to watch our stuff.”

Y/n watched as he walked the 10 foot distance between their tent and the biggest RV on the grounds. Anne Johnson and her husband, Luke Johnson, were the famous when it came to the specific campgrounds. They had been there the first time the pair had gone camping. The four of them hit it off immediately, being the same age but somehow all in different stages of their lives.

The married couple was known for their campfire parties they threw. Renting out the biggest camp spot, they would buy 2 keggers, find logs, build a fire, play music, and then drive around on their 4 wheeler, inviting everyone on the campgrounds. Just strangers, hanging out by a fire, listening to music, and having the time of their lives.

When Rudy mentioned their much-needed trip to Walmart, the couple didn’t hesitate to agree to watch their stuff. When Rudy said bye and turned around walking back to his car, Y/n saw Annie and Luke waving towards her. She smiled a big small and waved back, excited for the inevitable drinks the group would share later that night.

“Tonights gonna be so fun baby.”

“Rudy we don’t need 3 packs of hotdogs, we’re here for 3 nights. Not a week,” Y/n scolded her boyfriend.

“Well, last time we ran out of food. And you know I get hangry,” the boy pouted next to his girlfriend as they made their way to check out.

“Well, that’s because last time, somebody forgot to pack the right stuff, and instead packed the year-old weenies. OH and trust me, I know.”

“You still love me though,” Rudy smiled as he wrapped his arms around the girl as she tried to put the groceries on the conveyor belt. “Unfortunately.”

Y/n allowed her jaw to drop as she stared unbelievingly at her boyfriend. They had left the store and drove back to the camp. Rudy then walked over to help Luke build the fire, while Y/n helped Annie make some fruity alcoholic beverages inside the RV. They had been there for about 3 hours now, and to say the pair was slightly drunk would be an understatement.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Roo,” Y/n looked towards her boyfriend as he looked genuinely confused. “That bitch was all over you.”

When the words left her mouth, she heard Annie and some other people they had met throughout their night, start laughing. She wished the girls had been at the grocery store with them, knowing that they would have been on her side, had they seen the girl, who apparently had a death wish, giving Rudy sexual glances.

“Babe, she was doing her job,” Rudy slurred as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, smothering the girl with his hoodie-clad chest.

“Yeah, while simultaneously giving you bedroom eyes.”

“Ok! Before this turns into a full out brawl, Luke is about to get his guitar out. It’s c-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g time,” as Annie spelled out the famous lyrics from SpongeBob, Y/n pulled Rudy towards the benches around the orange and red flames. She made sure to grab the spots right next to the young boy with the guitar, wanting to get the best experience.

While Luke and Annie were talking around getting suggestions and requests for music, Y/n snuggled her way into Rudy. She was sitting beside him with her legs thrown over his through.

When Rudy turned his head to the left, Y/n took the time to kiss his neck. When her lips made contact with his smooth, freckled skin, she felt Rudy tense and squeeze her knee harder. “What’s wrong, bubba,” she questioned innocently.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sit through this if you keep doing that.”

“What are you talking about Roo? I’m not doing anything wrong-”

“Alright! Kid rock it is!” Luke yelled to everyone and started playing his guitar.

Rudy looked at his girlfriend and glared into her eyes. “We’ll finish later.”

“And we were trying different things, and we were smoking funny things!”

When Y/n loudly sang the next lyrics she made eye contact with Rudy. “Making love out by the lake to our favorite song.”

She felt bad for everybody who wasn’t there. Strangers sitting around a fire, roasting marshmallows and hotdogs, getting drunk, singing their lungs out. This was her favorite thing to do with Rudy. Before he met him, she had never gone camping but she was glad that he brought her along with that one year, because now she couldn’t think of another place she would rather be or other people she would rather be within that exact moment.

Rudy picked up their last bags and waved goodbye to the Johnsons. He stuffed the bags in the backseat of the car, knowing that if he opened the trunk things would fall out, and then hopped into the driver’s seat. He looked towards Y/n to make sure she had all her electronics and chargers for the drive home and saw the sad look she was sporting.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t wanna leave,” she responded with a pout. To this, the blonde boy let out a chuckle. He put his hand on the shoulder of her seat and looked behind him as he backed out of the spot, onto the main road.

“I know baby, but there’s always next year,” he suggested this as he shifted into drive, then grabbed Y/n’s hand and placed a kiss on it.

“That’s so far away, though.”

“Well, then you better start counting.”

“Ugh! I’m taking a nap,” Y/n reached down between her seat and the door and relaxed as the chair slowly started to incline, while simultaneously letting out a yawn.

“Ok baby. Dream of me.”

“I won’t.”

When Rudy looked over towards the sleeping girl, he reminded himself how lucky he was. Watching her, he smiled to himself, thinking that she was so cute. He loved the girl so much and he hoped he got to do just that for as long as she would let him. He just wanted to make her happy, then he too would find his happiness.

#rudy pankow #rudy pankow imagine #outer banks fluff #outerbanks cast #cast #camping #campfire #obx requests #please request #my ask box is open #i'm realy proud of this

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kingsuckjin · 4 years

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Siren Call

**This is for the inthemoodproject by bangtansmutcentral all credits to the moodboard go to @meispace **

➡Pairing: Siren!Hoseok x reader

➡Genre: smut, angst, a little bit scary, some fluff if you’re wearing your glasses and squinting hard enough.

➡Synopsis: You didn’t find this strange club appealing at first, but now that the singer on stage in red has caught your eye, you can’t seem to stop thinking or maybe obsessing over him, and you don’t know why. Apparently you’ve caught his attention too and it feels like he’s only drawing you in more and more. Maybe you’ve bitten off more than you can chew by coming here.

➡Words: 6.7k

➡Warnings: reality alteration?, Unprotected sex (use protection pls), oral sex (m receiving), a bit of dom Hobi, restraints, a whip is brought out, choking, forced orgasm?, lots and lots of teasing.

➡My masterlist

You looked across the small table with a grimace at your best friend, Anna, in her sparkling silver mask. Her empty drink tray sat on the table, eyes shining as she looked at the stage entranced by the singer in red who you thought was completely horrible.

Why had she invited you here just to witness this man shrieking into a microphone? And why was it mandatory for everyone to wear these stupid masks.

The whole club seemed to be nineteen thirties burlesque themed, and so far the performers had reflected the atmosphere as well. It was a creative idea, you’d give them that. The large crowd seemed to agree.

Around you people sat packed at tables and even stood, lining the walls in their masks. Your best friend told you they had all come here for them but you found it hard to believe since he was currently killing your ears with his song.

You turned to look at each one of the guests’ faces around you, and they all stared at the stage with the same glassy eyed look your best friend had behind her mask.

Something just felt… weird.

You leaned across the table and called Anna’s name snapping her out of her trance.

“This guy sucks.” You mouthed.

“You’ll get used to it, I thought the same when I first heard him too, but now… oh man what I wouldn’t give to…” she began staring off at the man on stage again.

“Don’t you have a job to be doing?” You let out a laugh. Her eyes went wide in realization before she jumped up from her seat at the table and grabbed her drink tray.

“You’re not gonna sneak out on me, are you? Stay till the end, you’ll thank me.” She leaned in to tell you so you could hear her over the music.

Somehow you doubted you’d be thanking her for this, but you lived to make others happy. Besides, she had been begging you for months to come see this guy and visit her at her relatively new job that she seemed to be so proud of, with the alcohol around and the unique atmosphere and decor, it seemed like the perfect job for her.

“As long as you keep the free drinks coming I’ll be here.” You joked.

“I’ll sneak you a couple more.” She told you and you gave her a nod before watching her zip off.

With your Anna gone, your eyes had very few other places to go besides the singer in red on stage.

You looked over the fiery red haired singer and for just a fraction of a second you could swear your eyes locked. In that moment your heart beat hard and suddenly, though you sat stationary in your seat, you felt like your body was falling. And if you closed your eyes, you probably would’ve sworn it was. You almost felt… disappointment at him looking away from you so quickly.

You looked down at the table and cocked your head at the fruity drink that you had sworn you already drained, it was now full again.

Were you drunk already? You thought Anna had actually been pretty sneaky and generous about your free drinks, that had to be the only explanation for it. You lifted the glass to your lips but heard something that grabbed your attention once again.

“I’m your guilty pleasure”

Your eyes were pulled- no, dragged- back to the singer on the stage and his words.

“You can’t escape, never.”

He was looking right at you as he sang, and as you gazed back it was like you had acquired tunnel vision. Despite the crowded room, he was the only figure that you could focus on. Everyone else and all of your surroundings had melted away.

You felt you were falling again but you couldn’t scream at the rushing feeling, something told you you wanted to hit the bottom of whatever this was, you would feel whole if you could just hang on until the end. You knew instinctively that you could feel complete if you just gave in to the exhilarating feeling and surrendered yourself to him. This was like an itch you so desperately wanted to cave in and scratch.

Your eyes snapped back down at your already half empty drink in your hand. When had you drank more? How long had you been sitting here eyeing this man?

You noticed you felt a bit strange, and also a bit panicked. You weren’t exactly sure why, you just knew that the man on stage was inspiring these emotions.

“It’s a bit dangerous, but I’m so sweet.”

His once grating voice now sounded smooth like melting butter and it echoed through your mind. You still refused to look up, to look at him at all. You thought you should maybe leave.

“I’m here to save you, I’m here to ruin you”

Yet, How could you leave when you truly wanted the sentiments he was singing to you about? His voice beckoned you, called to you, made you feel like his song was meant only for you.

Maybe he was singing to you, you knew there was only one way to find out.

You looked up at him.

“You called me, see? I’m so sweet. Follow the sound of the pipe.”

And with that you were lost in him again, buried in his silky voice and perfect features.

There was a quick flash through your mind of you collared and on your knees in front of this god of a man, as he smiled a crooked smirk down at you.

You let out a slight gasp at the thought

“I’m ruining you right now, please forgive me because you can’t live without me”

As if he had pried your daydream right out of your mind, he looked directly at you from the stage and gave you a perfect replica of the smirk you had envisioned.

“I’m taking over you.”

The moment he stopped singing and claps sounded throughout the club was the point where you were knocked back into reality.

You sat there dumbfounded as you looked at your once again empty glass. Your heart pounded and you as the applause died down you were left with several questions. When had you managed to finish your drink? How much time had passed during your trance? Without a doubt, you had completely fallen for this bizarre stranger.

But, Had he really changed his voice half-way through the song? You tried to rationalize the shift you noticed in his song, and within yourself. Maybe you had lost track of your drinks, and were just more open to the experience because you were quickly hitting your limit. Or, you had you just gotten used to the unique performance style like your friend told you that you would.

You found yourself not just wanting, but needing another glance at this man, just to be sure that his beauty and perfection was real, or maybe to lock eyes once more. You felt your heart sink when you saw that the stage was empty, his show was over.

Your eyes quickly scanned the club, but he had vanished, and the next performance was beginning. You stayed and watched but this new singer couldn’t hold a candle to the previous act. You were bored. All you could think about was the enticing stranger, he ran through your mind over and over until your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Anna taking a seat across from you.

“Shifts over! Ready to head out?” She asked cheerfully, but looked completely exhausted.

You looked around the club once again to see you were the last person left who wasn’t an employee.

You went to hand over your mask to her, you were under the impression that it was the property of the venue. To your surprise, she declined it.

“The club usually lets you keep them if you come back. You’re coming back next weekend, right?” She looked at you expectantly and you felt yourself wordlessly nod.

“You’re so drunk, let’s get you home!” A smile grew on her face and he let out a laugh at the state of you.

You dreamed of the handsome singer, not just that night but every night that week. It felt like he had a hold of you, still drawing you into his inner world with his voice, showing you all the things you could do together. You don’t think you had ever wanted someone so badly in your life.

You asked Anna about the performer of course, only to find out his name was Hoseok, and that he was the club owner. She of course asked you to come visit her at work the following week, and you agreed without hesitation.

You sat at a table in the front row in your red and black mask from your first visit. Hoping to once more gain Hoseoks’ attention with a more of an extravagant and sexy look than last time, you eagerly waited for him to come on stage. You declined the drinks your best friend had offered you, she seemed too busy waiting tables and you didn’t want to trouble her anyway.

You were not only curious about him, but felt this aching need to just gaze upon his face again. Although, you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied. Seeing him would only add fuel to the fire of your obsession that was growing for him.

And when he did appear, dressed in the same red jacket, black dress shirt underneath with fiery hair, the rest of the world once again melted away with the sound of Hoseok’s enchanting voice.

You briefly wondered if this was what true love felt like… or true lust with the mess you were already making of your panties.

He sang the same song, you no longer questioned the lyrics or the intent behind them. His eyes drifted to you every so often making you feel like your heart might stop. You could feel the anticipation building, evoking the feeling of being at the peak of a roller coaster just before the drop. But the drop was nowhere in sight. You couldn’t feel the rush associated with final falling. This time you didn’t experience the release you originally felt while watching him, the very same sensation you felt as he touched you in your dreams. He was just pulling you further and further in.

Minutes felt like only seconds as you sat there, unable to look away. Unfortunately, the song was over before you could fully cherish his warm, inviting voice.

You watched Hoseok walk off the stage this time as people applauded, and you could swear he gave a glance back to you.

You watched as the alluring singer’s eyes locked onto Anna carrying a drink tray walking passed him, and stopped her in her tracks with a hand on her arm.

You couldn’t tell what he was saying, but she looked directly at you in response. Quickly, you averted your gaze back to back to the stage- pretending to search for the next entertainer.

You gulped as you noticed your best friend walking over to you in the corner of your vision, drink tray still in hand.

“Y/n, he wants to talk to you.” She sat the tray down on the table and leaned in so you could hear.

“Who?” You asked innocently, but the fluttering excited feeling in your gut told you that you knew, you just wanted to make sure this was really happening.

“The owner, Hoseok.” Even she seemed surprised.

“Why?” This was a question you couldn’t even guess the answer to, to your dismay she shrugged.

“I don’t know. Maybe he wants to offer you a job? If he does just tell him the truth that you already have one. That would have to be it even though none of us got our jobs like that… but did you notice he seems to only hire attractive girls? You would probably be a good candidate in his eyes.” She whispered the last part to you.

You had noticed that all the servers were pretty females, and your friend was no different.

“He wants to see you in his dressing room though. I can show you where it is, but employees aren’t allowed in.” Her words only left you with more questions, most likely ones she didn’t know the answers too either. You were too impatient to wait for the answers right now anyway with the thought of being alone with the man from your dreams.

You immediately stood up from your chair, making her smile; and followed her through an employees only door by the bar in the back.She led you down a long hallway with deep red walls of doors leading to VIP rooms you couldn’t see into, making you wonder what went on inside them.

“Maybe he likes you.” Anna wiggled her eyebrows at you and your mouth nearly entirely fell open “Don’t worry, he’s a pretty good guy… from what I’m told… never talked to him directly before today though.”

She knocked on a black door at the end of the hallway that you two suddenly stopped at. You anxiously waited as Anna quickly took off the same way you both had come.

Before you could call her back to you or ask any questions, the door was opened. And there he stood. Red jacket now off and wearing only the black dress shirt, bearing a warm smile that made your heartbeat stuttered as he beckoned you into the room.

Your legs moved before your mind even thought about it, as if your body was designed to comply to his every command, the thought made heat radiate within you.

His “dressing room” matched the rest of the club, all red and black. There was a massive black vanity with drawers, an authentic looking vintage chaise lounge in deep red velvet, a coffee table with a vase of roses. But the thing that stuck out the most to you was the black leather whip on the wall, hanging like a decoration on the wall above the case lounge.

“Are you hungry?” He asked picking up a strawberry from one of the many on a silver platter on the large vanity. You had not noticed that tray of strawberries there before.

“No thank you.” You declined with a weak voice. You hadn’t drank a drop. So why was your head spinning?

He turned around to face you strawberry in hand and simply just let out a “hmm” sound before taking a bite.

“Why did you ask me to come back here?” You managed to work up the nerve to ask.

“Interesting.” He walked closer your direction and looked into your eyes. You felt like you were hanging on every word, every movement he made. Every centimeter closer to you left you feeling more and more needy for him to just be the tiniest bit closer.

You wanted to ask what was so interesting, but you just couldn’t seem to voice your thoughts.

“You’re asking questions. Does it really matter to you why I asked you here?” His gaze only grew more intense. “Why do you play this game with me? I saw you here last week, and you resisted.”

You swallowed down the urge to just lean in and kiss him and his strawberry stained lips so you could speak.

“R-resist? Resist what?”

“Me.” He said simply with a smirk before biting the strawberry down to the leafy part and tossed the rest down, yet it never landed on the floor, it disappeared mid-fall.

Despite the statement, you couldn’t see him as a man that was full of himself. Something about the way he said it and what your brain was whispering to you told you he wasn’t. Something was… off.

“Do you not like me influencing your thoughts and emotions?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “is that why you resist me?”

Your mouth floundered open and closed.

“Then by all means, have them back. You don’t play along most of the time anyway.”

And just like that, a cloud of haze had been lifted. His smirking lips no longer stained red from the fruit he had just eaten. In fact, there wasn’t even a tray on the table. You felt like you could speak, your head no longer dizzy. However, your panties were still soaked through from just looking at him.

“There’s nothing I can do about the attraction you feel however, that just comes with being what I am… or maybe my power doesn’t impact you as much as the others.”

“And what exactly… are you?” Even though you could express yourself freely now, you weren’t so sure you wanted an answer to your question. You had a feeling your mind couldn’t comprehend anything he would say, and you knew he wasn’t human.

“Would you still want me if I told you I was a beast? I’m not so sure. I know you find me alluring. Everyone does, they have no choice. But you?” He chuckled “I think you do. I think you chose to form a connection with me, you chose to return to me tonight. But even now, you struggle against my influence! Last week you were able to look away from me, despite my best efforts to draw you in…an impossible feat for mere mortals.” He brought a finger up to tap your head. “Why do you fight the thoughts I send you? Why aren’t you as pliable as the rest? Why can’t I make you fully love me when you are the prettiest human I’ve ever seen?” He almost seemed frustrated but you were too bewildered and shocked by his blunt confession to care. “It must be a curse.” He decided “you’re some kind of a… a witch!”

“A witch?” You were completely thrown off by his accusation. You almost felt like laughing, but maybe it was because your brain just couldn’t comprehend this bizarre situation.

“Give into me.” He demanded.

“I thought that I already had…” you admitted.

“How much do I affect you?” He eyed you up.

“I-I-” you stuttered nervously.

“Then maybe If I can’t make you mine with my mind, I’ll just have to make you mine with my words and actions.”

He took the step to enclose the space between you and lifted a hand to cradle your chin in his fingers. He drew his face close to yours so his lips just hovered over yours, noses brushing.

“Would you like that? Would you like me to make you mine? Not just in dreams this time, we could have each other, right here. Please say you want that- say you want me.” Although he was now begging you, you didn’t feel the haze of his control, he was letting you choose. Yet, how could you say no when the most attractive man you had ever seen was this close to you. How could you refuse him when his warm breath was ghosting over your lips, ready to kiss you the moment you said yes.

But yes wasn’t your immediate thought.

“Do you say this to all the girls?” You asked.

He pulled his face away to look at you but left his hand under your chin.

“ All the other girls don’t ask these kinds of questions, so no. Even if they did, I wouldn’t tell them they’re the prettiest girl I had ever seen, because that would have been a lie.” His lips came back in, but this time they landed on yours softly for one fleeting moment, before he pulled them back away and went to your ear. “I want to give you all the things I know you dream about me. But how can I when you refuse to surrender to me? What can I do when you fight me like this? I want you to give in and trust me, just for a moment, just long enough to show you what I can do. I promise you that you won’t regret a moment of it. Let me back into your head, my love.”

His voice was so smooth and you wanted nothing more than to hear it whispering the dirtiest actions imaginable to you. Your panties were already so wet you could feel them stick to you as you looked back at him. You had been dreaming of this moment, you truly did want to give into him and you knew it wasn’t because he had some sort of spell over you. No, it was because you were curious, you wanted to finally experience the peak of the sensations he could provide you, and you were willing to let him do what he wanted to your body and mind just so you could know. It mattered no more if he had meant what he said or how many girls he’s done this with, what mattered to you in the moment was him giving you what you craved.

“Fine… I’ll give in. Do what you want to me, manipulate my mind, I don’t care anymore.”

"No mind manipulation, I want these choices to be all yours. I want you to decide you’re mine all on your own.” He placed a kiss along your jaw and dragged his lips back to yours, but did not connect them although you were praying to whatever god you could that you could feel them against yours again.

“What do you say?” It was barely above a whisper as he moved his hands to your hips.

You decided to say the only thing on your mind, the only thing you’ve wanted since you saw him last week. It was the only thought you’ve repeated obsessively up until this point, feeling you might explode if you didn’t get it.

“Fuck me.”

You saw his small smile form in response, but it was quickly cut short as he smashed his lips hard against yours. You pressed your mouth back just as hard showing him how much you meant your words.

Your tongue entered his mouth first and his fought yours right back so wildly that your teeth clashed together, as if you were ready to devour each other.

You had never felt this level of raw primal urge before, but you loved it.

His hands ran from your hips to your thighs before running them back up and bringing the hem of your skirt along with it, revealing the top of your sexy black stockings. You had carefully selected your lingerie tonight. There was no way you could have predicted how your encounter with Hoseok would end. But you wanted to be prepared, anticipating that your dreams might have foretold the future.

His hands moved around to your ass and he gave it a squeeze before pulling away.

“Let’s hope you follow spoken orders better than mental ones. Take off the dress.” He demanded and wordlessly you followed the order and peeled the rest of your black dress off over your head, revealing to him the lacy black bra of the sexy ensemble you picked out for him.

“You dressed up.” He stated “I didn’t try to influence that choice, but it’s driving me mad.” He looked your body over. “You must be a witch…how else could you make me feel this way?”

“I’m not a witch.” You let out a little chuckle this time.

“Even if you were, I don’t know if I would care anymore. After all, I told you what I am. And you don’t seem to be curious.”

“Not sure if I still believe you.”

“Oh? Well then maybe I should demonstrate by playing with your mind a bit more.”

“Do it.” You dared.

“That’s what I like to hear, what a good girl.” He pulled out a red collar seemingly from nowhere. You felt its soft fuzziness on the inside when he and brought it to your neck and fastened the back.

You thought about asking how he was pulling objects out of thin air like that, but you already knew. You felt the haze of him in your head again the moment you granted him permission. But this time, you welcomed his presence, you wanted him in and all over you in every way possible.

“On your knees.” He demanded next.

Your knees hit the cold wood floor and you looked up at him to see him undoing the buttons on his black shirt painfully slowly before shrugging it off entirely.

He stood over you with his six pack on full display, looking down at you in only his dress pants, which now worked to contain his erection

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He demanded and you looked at the protruding outline of his cock. “Tell me, I can’t read your mind, only play with it my dear.”

“I want your cock in my mouth.” You said squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of the throbbing want between them. Your coated panties had already began to rub off onto your thighs.

“How bad do you want it?” He asked, and an image so real you could almost feel it flashed through your brain of his cock being stuffed down your throat, it was so satisfying that it made your mouth water.

You knew this was him feeding you this scene and playing with your head again, but you still didn’t mind.

“I want it so badly, I want to feel it in my throat, I want you to face fuck me.” You made eye contact with him the entire time you spoke.

“Well what are you waiting for if you want it that badly?” He asked and in the blink of an eye you had undone his belt and his dress pants, and pulled his hardened cock out.

You let your entire mouth envelop his length just like you wanted so badly to do, no holding back, no teasing.

He let out a sharp breath as his hand tangled in your hair. He gave a little practice thrust and you let out a moan at the sensation of his warm cock filling your mouth, feeling just as satisfying as you knew it would.

The second slow thrust was a bit harder, he looked down at you peering up at him as he did it.

“You want me to fuck your face huh?” He gripped your hair together and began to thrust fast and hard into your mouth. You looked up at him groaning with his head slightly thrown back. His face mid pleasure was absolutely gorgeous and it only made you more lost in him and his grunts, moans, and groans. You weren’t sure how long he had been pounding into your throat for.

"Mmm so good, I bet your wet little pussy will feel better than your face though.” He tugged at your hair still entangled in his fingers and you pulled back enough to take him from your mouth.

Once he released your hair, you almost felt broken hearted as he put himself back into his pants.

“I have a different plan for you though, love.” He held up a wide red silk ribbon. “Are you willing to trust me?”

“You wouldn’t be in my head and I wouldn’t have just had your dick in my throat if I didn’t.” You replied.

He leaned over to your knee on floor level so that he was in your face.

“You have quite the mouth, both figuratively and literally speaking… I like it. Now put your hands together behind your back.” He straightened himself back up to loom back over you, you watched him carefully and put your hands behind your back like you were told.

He snapped the fingers of the hand that wasn’t holding the ribbon and all the lights in the room went dim red, giving everything a red tinge.

“So much better.”

The ribbon in his other hand was gone now, and you felt material now on your wrists binding them tightly together.

“Now maybe we should see how much you really trust me, let’s do a test.” With that he walked over to the sofa and you swallowed hard when he took the leather whip down from the wall.

He watched your reaction carefully as he sauntered back over, running the whip through his fingers.

“Don’t turn around, darling.” He disappeared behind you “or I’ll have to find a way to punish you.”

You heard the squeak of what you could only imagine was him sitting down in a leather chair behind you. You knew instinctively that there wasn’t a leather chair behind you. But had long since noticed things seemed to be appearing and disappearing at will. Like the painting of fruits that appeared on the wall enclosed in a black frame. It seemed as though he wanted to give you something to look at since he asked you not to look at him.

You were ripped from your ponderings on what was real in the room when you felt the cool leather tip of the whip caressing the skin of your back. The winding pattern felt snake like.

“I saw you eyeing my toy on the wall the moment you walked in. Do you still trust me?”

Was he asking if you if you trusted him to refrain from using the whip on you?

“Trust you…Enough not to hurt me?” You were confused or maybe it was just the dream like haze of a hold he still had on your mind keeping you from forming coherent thoughts.

“Now why would you think I’d hurt you?” He dragged the tip of the whip over your ass. “Do you truly think I would harm you?”

“I’m not sure.” You admitted.

You heard the squeak of leather behind you and you felt your hair being moved to expose the side of your neck and shoulder.

“I would never hurt you, that’s what this test is demonstrating.” You felt his breath on your neck which triggered goosebumps to rise all over your body. “I want you to know that I only want you to feel good things, y/n, like this.”

You were startled by a familiar feeling rising in your stomach, it climbed higher and higher and within seconds you were orgasming completely untouched. It was overwhelmingly powerful and you couldn’t keep yourself from moaning as your head fell back. You were so lost in the intense high that his warm lips on your neck barely registered to you.

“That’s my girl.” He said over your panting, still coming down and in slight shock.

“Please.” You begged “please just fuck me.” You wanted nothing more in this world than to feel his beautiful cock filling your pussy just like he had your throat. You felt like he was just playing with you now. Like a cat with a caught mouse.

“Would that make you mine?” He whispered so quietly in your ear “would it make me yours?”

The haze in your mind felt heavier than it ever had. Thoughts of his fingers grazing over your skin paired with deep and powerful thrusts into you played over and over in your mind in a matter of milliseconds. At this point you would say whatever he wanted to hear if it meant you could finally experience the images he was teasing you with.

You heard the words. And though you didn’t feel yourself speak them, but it was undeniably your desperate voice begging for him.

“Please, yes, I’m yours, anything, anything you want.”

“Up, my love.” He commanded and you heard him stand behind you so you followed suit.

He led you over to the lounge, laid you down on the soft velvet surface, and stripped you of everything including your hand restraints. Everything was off except for your mask and the red collar.

You watched as he finished undressing his lower half, stomach muscles flexing and moving with every movement. You imagined what they would look like flexing as he thrust inside of you, how his now exposed cock would feel stretching you out. You let out an accidental whine making him smirk as he walked over to you, fully naked, with his body looking godlike and sinister under the red glow of the lights in the room.

“What? Can’t wait a few seconds for me?” He asked and stopped right before the sofa. His eyes scanned over your body hungrily before taking his hard cock in his hands, giving it a few languid strokes. It was hard to peel your eyes away from his slow, hypnotic movements. You squeezed your legs together and let out another wordless whimper. You could tell he liked watching you look like you needed him, and you felt like you couldn’t last another minute without him.

Luckily he crawled onto the lounge between your legs, and this excited you. But instead of him entering you or placing his hands where you needed his touch, he reached up and placed the pads of his fingers under your breasts. He slowly ran them down your stomach with a feather light touch. You couldn’t help but squirm more in anticipation.

“If you want me, you’ll fuck me. Take me.” You dared and looked up at him with fire in your eyes. You had experienced more than enough teasing tonight, he had barely even touched you yet and you were completely fed up with waiting.

In a flash he put your leg over his shoulder and reached down to guide himself to your entrance.

You both let out a moan as he pushed himself into you.

“So wet.” You heard him comment before he began thrusting, slowly at first to let you adjust to him, but in no time at all he was smashing into you.

With your cloudy mind and the intense pleasure he was no doubt feeding you, you almost felt like you were in a dreamlike state of euphoria that you never wanted to end.

When he came down over top of you, chest to chest you finally felt the feeling of being whole, but you didn’t know if that was just a feeling he was making you feel or not.

“I want you forever.” He whispered in your ear and it felt like bounced around and echoed inside of your brain. The knot of an oncoming orgasm began to slowly start winding in your lower stomach, tighter and tighter.

“Give me your body and soul and you can have mine.” You had no idea how he could be saying these things since his lips were on your neck.

You looked up at the whip somehow hung back on the wall.

The orgasm just kept building.

Your hands were in his blood red hair, his body moved on top of yours like s slithering snake, pushing into you as far and as hard as he could.

“Please love me back.”

You felt the collar around your neck tighten for a moment, making you feel even more light headed.

You came hard, clawing at him, moaning his name in a blur as your orgasm ran through you, almost seeming like too much. Your body arched of its own accord, as much as it could with him on top of you. In that moment you swore that you loved him in the midst of your high when you felt his hips stall and him release deep inside of you with grunts and moans.

And then your head stopped spinning, you wore no collar, the lights were normal again and he just… seemed like a normal man on top of you, panting, looking down at you.

But you knew for a fact now that he wasn’t, it was absolutely undeniable.

He climbed off of you and began to get dressed and you found your clothes on the floor and did the same as your brain tried to comprehend what had just taken place. You had just had the best sex of your life, with this beautiful… creature, and this creature wanted to now own you.

While the sex was great, and he was beautiful, you still refused to be owned by anyone or anything.

You waited for him to say something, and he did once you were both fully dressed.

“Did I please you? Was it enough?” He slowly walked over to you and reached for your hand. He seemed slightly surprised that you withdrew your hand.

“What are you anyway?” Your brain had suddenly wanted to know, it seemed to care now.

“A siren.” He seemed almost disappointed as he spoke.

Your brain scrambled to try to remember lore or even The Odyssey by Homer. Weren’t those the women who sang beautifully on rocks to lure sailors to their deaths? Did they have wings? Fins? You couldn’t remember and frankly it didn’t matter to you.

“Are you afraid of me? I proved to you I wouldn’t hurt you.” His eyes pleaded with you “you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. The way you can just fight my powers like that, it makes me want you more. I want you.”

You couldn’t tell if you were scared or not, but your heart was racing and you knew there was no way you’d let a creature so powerful just have you. What if he wanted to control you entirely? You didn’t know what being this thing’s girlfriend entailed and you didn’t really want to find out, you didn’t want him screwing with your mind anymore either.

“Give me your body and soul and you can have mine.” You remembered his words.

“You said you’d be mine.” His face fell into a sort of a frown as you stood there and said nothing.

“Hoseok…” you searched for the right words to say, careful to not upset him even though you had a feeling it was inevitable. You wondered if he would just let you go, he said he would never hurt you, right?

“Hoseok, I- I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” You said as you looked anywhere in the room but the man who stood directly in front of you.

“You could have me in return, a siren. We could have sex like that all the time, I could take care of you, I could-”

“I said no.” You cut off his begging with a firm, straightforward answer.

He went quiet for a moment and as he did you could feel your heart pounding in your ears.

A little voice in your head told you to run, but you ignored it just like you had been since first seeing him.

“Very well.” You were so stunned by his agreement. You looked up into his eyes, you wanted to apologize but fear raced through your body when you realized you couldn’t move. You hadn’t even noticed the fogginess of your mind again or him slipping back into it.

“If you won’t willingly give me your soul like you did your body, I suppose I’m forced to just take it then.” his eyes looked utterly sinister as your stomach dropped from his words, as if thrown off the highest building. You wanted to scream, but you simply couldn’t.

He brought his hand up to cup your jaw and came in close. For a moment you thought he would kiss you, but instead forced your mouth open and hovered his mouth over yours, lips never touching.

Your brain pleaded and screamed at your body to do something, anything at all but it was absolutely no use. You had been able to fight off his control once before, or maybe that was what he had only let you think, but there seemed to be no escaping from his powers now.

You began to feel weaker and weaker, more and more empty and your drive to fight him became less and less. He was taking something from you, whether that be your life or soul or something else entirely you didn’t know, but you felt your vision going dim as your body felt more and more exhausted by the second.

Your last thought before your vision turned black was that little voice in the back of your head telling you that you should’ve listened to your instincts, you should’ve listened to his song. The haunting words in his sweet voice with the words “I’m taking over you.” Played in your head before you slipped into nothingness.

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Can you write Nct drunken hours with s/o? Frisky, fluffy, however you’d like

Taeil: You heard his whimpers of concern while you were making dinner. Abandoning the carrots, you knocked on the bathroom door and asked Taeil if he was okay. “I’m..okay,” he said. “ I think I am okay.” You opened the bathroom door to see him sitting in the bathtub, a glass of champagne in his hand, and a mountain of bubbles all the way up to his chin. Taeil’s eyes were amused, his face pulled into a bright smile. He brought one of his feet out of the water to part the bubbles. “I think I put too much in,” he said. “And I think I’m really drunk.” You were at a loss for words. You watched your twenty-five year old boyfriend putting the bubbles on his face to make a bubble beard. I am so in love with you, you thought.

Johnny: He liked to get you out of your comfort zone. At the clubs, drunk Johnny always jumped on stage and made the whole room look at him. Even the alcohol in your system couldn’t erase the secondhand embarrassment you felt. You braced yourself for what he would say, what karaoke he would sing, what other girls would fall as in love with him as you were. “I just want to say a few words, “ Johnny said. “A few words and I will leave. My name is Johnny. Hi. Hello. I just want to say that I love the girl right there, sitting right there cowering in her chair. She is embarrassed by me, but that is okay. I have to tell everyone how much I love her, and I have to tell her as much as I can, just in case one day I don’t get the chance. Baby, I love you. You’re my best friend and the prettiest and the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. Thank you.”

Taeyong: He asked you out for a date on the very street you walked on. Looking over at Taeyong, you could tell he was remembering the moment. You tried to remember, too, but the alcohol was making your thinking foggy. You remembered how you felt, though. You looked at him again and smiled. Lucky. In love. Happy. Without saying a word, Taeyong pulled you against him in the middle of the pavement. You danced in circles, both completely oblivious to the people walking back to their cars and casting curious glances at you. “Lets stay out all night,” he whispered. “Lets make more memories together.” You let Taeyong dip your body, your hair brushing against the ground. When he pulled you back up, you kissed him gingerly on the lips. “There is nowhere else I would rather be.” you said.

Yuta: Your world paused as he said two words: “My baby.” Yuta kissed everywhere he could find your bare skin, his hair tickling you as he moved. You pushed him off of you so that you could get on top, and he let you. Placing your palms against his chest, you tried to keep your balance. Completely clothed and without restraint, you rocked yourself over him like you were riding him. Yuta wasn’t as drunk as you were, you could see it in his eyes. “It’s late,” he said, softly. “We should sleep.” You leaned down to kiss him, and he accepted it. Yuta took hold of the side of your head and brought it down until your cheek was pressed against his chest. The softness of his shirt made you feel comfortable and, soon enough, you were drifting off to sleep.

Kun: Whenever Kun drank, he became more playful than average. Kun wanted to touch you, hold you, and kiss you everywhere. Openly affectionate and talkative, you looked forward to when Kun let loose. “We should….” Kun said. He let his sentence fall between you, but you knew what he meant. You kissed him deeply, the taste of his fruity alcoholic drink on his lips. “I’ll be right back, baby.” you said. Kun sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving your body as you walked into another room. You came back with your hottest lingerie on, and Kun was passed out on top of the bed, his mouth hanging open, and his arms hugging a pillow. You plopped down on the bed beside him and wrapped your arms around him.

Doyoung: You were sitting down at his kitchen table with his friends. The social vibe made Doyoung drink, even though he wasn’t a big fan of wine. You watched as his cheeks grew warmer, watched his eyes become a little more wild than usual. He grabbed at your hand underneath the table to keep himself grounded. You caught him staring at the wall too many times before you asked him if he wanted to go to sleep. “No, “ he said. “I want to stay with you.” His hand around yours tightened. You moved closer to Doyoung and draped your leg over his thigh. “Okay, “ you said. “We’ll stay.”

Ten: Dating for seven months. He never failed to make your relationship feel special and new. “I have to tell you something important.” Ten said. You drank some of your drink, the alcohol making you feel more free. Ten waited until he had your full attention. “We’ve been together awhile, “ he began. “I’ve been wanting to say this for a few weeks, but I’m so nervous. I want to say that I..love you.” You were not expecting him to say those words. You breathed in deeply and looked at his drink. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk.” you said, your insecurities getting the best of you. Ten tilted his glass so you could see what was in it. “I’m not drunk, “ he said. “but I am madly in love with you.”

Jaehyun: You poured liquor into a shot glass, tipping the bottle like Jaehyun taught you. He watched you curiously, his smile revealing his dimples, and the whisker lines around his nose prominent. Though he had taken multiple shots, Jaehyun was thinking clearly. You, on the other hand, were a bit of a mess. The liquid sloshed out of the shot glass and onto the table. “It’s alright.” Jaehyun said. He went into action and cleaned up the spill. You watched him quietly from across the table, your head resting in your hands. You loved staying up late with him. All you ever did was talk and make out, or you would watch him do his skincare routine. On special occasions, you got drunk together and let the conversations run away with you. “I would be lost without you.” you said so suddenly. Jaehyun knocked his shot glass against yours. “And I would be even more lost without you.”

WinWin: Drunk WinWin was loud and unconfined. He gripped the sleeve of your jacket and ran with you through the streets, his boyish face full of wonder. “I know what we can do.” he said. WinWin pulled you into a grocery store. It was late at night and empty, the few workers there looking bored out of their minds. WinWin took a shopping cart and jumped inside, his long legs dangling over the metal edges. In that moment, you remembered all the reasons why you had fallen in love with him. You pushed WinWin around the store, watching as he took snacks down from the shelf and placed them against his stomach. Time stopped inside of the store, the fluorescent lighting making everything feel surreal. “Are you having fun?” WinWin asked. You nodded. “Good, “ he said. “That makes me happy.”

Jungwoo: You were always taking care of him, so he wanted to take care of you. Though he was tipsy, he fought through the feeling to deliver you home safely. As he was trying to press the numbers to open your front door, you leaned your head against his back and held onto him. “Jungwoo.” you whined, your voice barely audible. Jungwoo finally got your door to open. He guided you inside, and sat you down on the ground to remove your shoes and his, and your coats. “Did you have a good time tonight, darling?” he asked. He turned on your lights, running back to you as you swayed in spot. You barely nodded, but he didn’t notice. He took you to your room and set you down onto the bed. You crawled into the blankets without removing your clothes. Jungwoo was going to leave and let you rest, but you called out to him. “Stay here,” you whispered. “I don’t want to be alone.”

Lucas: WinWin offered to walk you both home, but you told him you could handle Lucas all on your own. It was nice to believe in yourself. Gripping his big arm, you pulled your boyfriend along, similar to a dog on a leash. “Whoa,” Lucas said, his animated laugh making people look your way. “The lights are so pretty.” Because of how impressed he was by the traffic lights, you had to stifle your own laughter. You were drunk, too, but you were much better at managing yourself. Breaking free from your grip, Lucas ran to a bush and placed his glasses in the branches. “Look,” he said. “Now my friend can see.”

Mark: You waited for the bus in silence. Mark rubbed his eyes and replaced his glasses back onto his face. He yawned, stretching his hands above his head. When he sat back down on the bench, he placed his hand on your leg and squeezed. “What time is it?” he asked. You told him but, time didn’t matter to either of you. You were drunk and doing the responsible thing by not driving home. Mark looked down to see if the bus was coming. When he saw that the streets were empty, he rested his head in your lap and curled into a ball. You used your fingers to comb back his hair. “I’m going to fall asleep.” he said. He closed his eyes. He said he was just going to rest for a little bit. When the bus finally came, he looked so peaceful in his sleep that you didn’t want to wake him up.

Xiaojun: “Would you still love me if I had fifteen hands?” Xiaojun asked. He sat on the floor with his legs crossed over each other. He was doubling up slices of pizza and shoving them into his mouth. Your brain couldn’t comprehend that someone could have fifteen hands. Xiaojun laughed because you were thinking too hard about his question. “Would you still love me if I consistently smelled like cheese pizza?” he asked. You watched him chew thoughtfully, his question stumping him in his drunkenness. When he looked at you again, you had come up with an answer. “Would you?” Xiaojun asked. His eyes were big and round. You were aware that he was scared of what you had to say. You scooted closer to him. “Xiaojun, “ you whispered. “ I’ll always love you no matter what.”

Hendery: “You’re like a beer pong power couple.” Kun said to you and Hendery. Hendery puffed out his chest and, without thinking twice, you chest bumped him. “We’re going to win,” Hendery said. “You’re both going down.” He pointed at Kun and Ten and gave them his best threatening look. Ten shook his head and Kun laughed. You passed a ping pong ball to your boyfriend after giving it a good luck kiss. Before he took aim across the table, you wrapped your arms around his middle and bit down on his earlobe. “Baby, you can do this,” you said. “I believe in you.” Hendery brought his arm back and took his shot towards the last remaining cup. The ball circled around the rim before falling into the cup. Hendery shouted and picked you up, swinging you around until you felt dizzy.

Renjun: “I don’t feel so well.” Renjun said. He sat down in a chair and clutched his stomach. You ran to his side, crouched down, and felt his forehead, his cheeks. You had both been drinking quite a lot. You knew Renjun didn’t hold his liquor well, and you were worried he would drink too much. You examined his face to see if he was going to be sick but, as you did, Renjun smiled. “Why are you smiling?” you asked. Renjun grabbed your hands in his and held them. “I’m okay,” he said. “I just wanted to see how you would react.” You got to your feet. The look of concern was replaced with one of annoyance. Renjun got up with you and pulled you in for a hug. You wanted to resist, but the way he was acting was cute. “You love me,” Renjun said. “Admit it. You were going to take care of me.” You pretended like you didn’t want anything to do with him until a smile crept across your face, too.

Jeno: You watched Jeno buzz around the room. You were too drunk to focus on him for too long, but you couldn’t look away. He was moving things around to keep himself occupied, his fingers touching everything he saw. “Jeno, “ you said. “I’m tired. Can we go to sleep?” Jeno stopped moving and looked over at you like he had forgotten you were there. Not uttering a word, he pulled you to your feet and picked you up into his arms. You didn’t speak either, just let him carry you into his bedroom and place you gently on his bed. As he was coming to the other side to tuck you in, he tripped over a cord but caught himself before he fell. You started laughing hysterically and, gradually, Jeno joined in.

Haechan: “I dare you to go outside, in the snow, with no shirt on.” you said. Haechan looked at you like he couldn’t believe what you had suggested. Boredom had struck both of you, and so you decided to have a quiet night of drinking. Halfway through, Haechan suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Knowing he couldn’t back down from a dare, Haechan tugged his shirt over his head and got up. You followed him. “You can back out any time,” you said. “You don’t always have to win.” Haechan turned around and pecked you on your lips. “Yes, I do.” he said, smirking. He pushed open the door to the dorms and ran out into the snow, his arms crossed over his chest to fight the cold. You laughed, watching as he ran around in circles. When the dare was carried out, you went to give him a hug and some body heat, but Haechan had scooped up snow, opened your shirt, and dropped it inside.

Jaemin: He had gotten more drunk than he wanted to. You and Jeno stood in the doorway to Jaemin’s room with Jaemin’s arms wrapped on either side of you. “On one, two, three,” Jeno said. “One….two…THREE!” You hauled Jaemin into the room and threw him down onto his bed. As he bounced up, Jaemin laughed. “Am I supposed to feel like this?” Jaemin screamed. “I feel like nothing is real.” You thanked Jeno for his help and shut the door behind him. You went to Jaemin, your mind more sober than it had been an hour ago. You tried taking off his sweater so that he wouldn’t overheat, but Jaemin batted you away. “I have a girlfriend.” he said, his expression becoming serious. Jaemin moved over a few inches and wouldn’t make eye contact with you.” Jaemin, “ you said. “I am your girlfriend.”

YangYang: He wanted to get drunk before he turned twenty. Before midnight, you sat with him on the kitchen floor, a bottle of liquor between you. YangYang wasn’t the best at handling his drink, but his sunny disposition never went away. He was just so happy to be there with you. “I have a surprise for you, birthday boy.” you said, getting to your feet. You brought out a cupcake with a single candle stuck in the middle. Hearing you sing Happy Birthday to him made YangYang’s eyes water unexpectedly. “Are you crying?” you asked. YangYang wiped at his eyes. “No!” he said. He blew out the candle, took it out of the cupcake and shoved the wax end into his mouth. “Oh, YangYang,” you said. “You can’t eat that!” You held out your hand in front of his mouth and YangYang spit out the wax pieces.

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