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sluttyminghao · 2 years

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pairing: afab!reader x seungcheol x seokmin word count: ~4.3k genre: smut (minors dni) warnings: alcohol mentions, hair pulling, teasing in a car and a nightclub, dom!seungcheol and dom!seokmin, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), orgasm denial, dirty talk, reader is called a slut maybe once or twice, no condoms (practice safe sex tho) a/n: this is based off a dream i had a while ago...so enjoy i guess!

You were never a fan of nightclubs or the bar scene, but when your best friend offered to bring (more like drag) you to a club not far from where you lived, you couldn’t resist. It had been a while since you had been out anyway, and you figured a night out on the town would probably be good for you.

“You take forever to get ready!” You can hear Soonyoung’s whiny voice filter through the closed door of your bedroom, and you can just picture the dramatic pout accompanying his features. You roll your eyes at him even though he can’t see you and dramatically pull open your bedroom door, his eyes widening in surprise and a shriek leaving his lips unexpectedly.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking dramatic, it takes time to look this good you know,” you mutter, walking past him and picking up your purse, as well as your ID, lip balm and some cash. Behind you, you can hear Soonyoung scoff and pick up his phone to order the Uber, his fingers tapping away on the screen.

Soonyoung had been your best friend since high school, when he had accidentally made you drop your lunch and offered to buy you a new one, his eyes upturned like two beautiful crescent moons when he smiled. Ever since that day, he had lovingly annoyed you and dragged you to bars and clubs as soon as the both of you were legal.

“Earth to dumbass, the Uber is here,” Soonyoung’s voice and flailing hands in front of your face bring you out of your daze, his blonde hair falling into his eyes and his lips upturned into a devilish grin. His arm wraps around your shoulder casually and you’re somewhat grateful for the heat emanating off his body, considering your outfit didn’t exactly keep you warm.

He ushers you to the car after you had locked your apartment, and lets you slide in before he’s sitting beside you and giving the Uber driver the address of the club. The driver quickly nods his head and speeds away from the curb, heading in the direction of the night’s destination.

It had only just passed 10:30 pm, but the club was already packed inside and out, and you could hear the loud bass reverberating from the building before you had even stepped foot outside of the car. Soonyoung quickly paid the driver and thanked him, before opening the car door and stepping out, holding his hand out for you to grab so you could also step out.

“It’s so busy already…” Soonyoung mumbled, fumbling through his wallet for his ID. You sighed and pulled your ID out of your purse, just hoping to get inside quickly and get a strong drink. Luckily for you both, the line was quickly pushed through, and you found yourself inside less than 5 minutes after getting to the club.

It was dark, as you expected, but there were what seemed like tens of neon strobe lights streaking across the floors and the roof. A smoke machine stood near the DJ booth, smoke puffing out in intermittent bursts and covering the dance floor. As for the DJ, he was spinning the records like crazy and taking requests from the drunken clubbers.

While you were taking the unusual scene in, Soonyoung had gone and grabbed you a drink, before grabbing your arm and dragging you to a booth away from the sweaty bodies and smoke machine that was slowly starting to burn the hairs in your nostrils. You brought the alcohol to your lips and took a large swig, letting the liquor burn your throat and drown any thoughts you had previously.

A glance over at your best friend had you sighing; he hadn’t even had half of his drink and was already swaying from side to side with a loopy grin on his face. You also noted the slight tinge covering his cheeks and his eyes slightly glazed over. In short, he was already nearing the point of no return while you hadn’t even gotten a buzz yet. Lucky bastard.

“How are you already tipsy?” You shout over the pounding music, and he just shrugs and takes another sip of his drink before stumbling out to the dancefloor and grinding against a random girl. You only roll your eyes in disbelief at him before pulling out your phone and scrolling mindlessly through social media. It seemed everywhere you looked, everyone was having fun.

“Hey pretty girl, how about a drink on the house?” A low voice resounds in your ear and almost makes you jump out of your skin. You turn around to find the face attached to the voice and feel the wind get knocked out of your body at the sight before you. You couldn’t believe someone this gorgeous was talking to you, out of all people.

He looked like he was sculpted by gods; his facial features were soft yet defined, and his two-toned hair perfectly matched his persona. “Hey beautiful, my name is Seungcheol, and I think you’re the cutest one in this place,” he states, his hand grabbing your own and pressing his lips to your knuckles in an old-fashioned way, and you could feel your cheeks burn up at the contact.

“Nice to meet you, Seungcheol, but can I ask why you came up to me out of all people?” Your voice faltered when he sat beside you and slung an arm over your shoulder, his free hand holding what looked to be whiskey or some other pungent brown liquor that had your nose scrunching up. He swirled the liquor around in the glass, almost pondering his answer to you, before taking a small sip and looking at you with a smirk.

“Well, I saw you walk in with that guy,” his head motions to where Soonyoung was now heavily making out with another woman in a booth not far from you. For what seemed to be the fiftieth time that night, you rolled your eyes at his actions before directing your attention back to Seungcheol.

“You looked so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you and I knew I had to talk to you,” he continues, eyes lighting up and your heart skips a beat at how cute he looks when he’s smiling. Your pulse quickens when you feel him pull you closer, his hand now coming down to secure around your waist instead.

He made small talk with you, and you weren't sure if it was the alcohol talking or your genuine attraction to this man you had known for an hour, but your stomach was getting warm and you felt your underwear getting soaked.

“You know, that outfit looks good on you, but I think it would look even better on my bedroom floor,” he whispers into your ear, smirking as your nose scrunches up and a small gasp escapes your lips, and his eyes drift to your hand that has begun to grip mindlessly at the leather fabric underneath you. “Do you wanna get out of here?” He asks, and you can’t possibly say no to him at this point, so you meekly nod and follow him out of the club, grabbing Soonyoung’s attention so he knows where you’re going.

With a small thumbs up and a wink from him, he resumes making out with the woman beside him, and you’re being pulled out of the club and into the cool autumn night. “I’ll get my friend to pick us up, he’s not far from here” Seungcheol mentions offhandedly, keeping a hand around your waist tightly.

The night air begins to sober you up, but the feeling inside your stomach doesn’t fade. While Seungcheol talks to his friend on the other side of the line, letting him know where you were both located, you took in the nightlife around you. The streets were still bustling with late-night party-goers and drunks being carried by their friends, and the occasional pigeon strutting on the sidewalk and picking up crumbs from the ground.

“He will be here shortly, only a couple of minutes away” Seungcheol speaks quickly, and you notice he’s getting a little more frisky. His hand moves away from your waist and down lower, ghosting over your ass and lightly patting it. He gazes down at your reaction and chuckles at your flustered expression, before turning to wave down to his friend who had finally driven up the street.

“Thanks for picking us up, Seokmin, I appreciate it,” Seungcheol expresses as he hops in the car with you following suit. The driver, who was now known as Seokmin, turned to grin at you both, and you silently gasped at the beauty of him. He had a defined and chiselled jaw, the perfect nose and the brightest smile you had ever seen.

“It’s no problem! Glad I could be of service,” he comments, and you notice him checking you out in the mirror. A smirk crosses his features when he sees you looking before he’s pulling away from the curb and heading across town. You weren’t sure if you were seeing things, but you swore you saw the two men give each other a knowing look before Seokmin focused back on the road and Seungcheol focused back on you.

“So, darling, I have a thought I wanna run by you,” Seungcheol states, his hand drifting up your thigh and squeezing lightly. You gulp and feel your pulse quicken, but urge him to go on nonetheless with a slight nod. Just the pet name alone had your head spinning, his silky voice luring you in; you had no idea what was in store in terms of his idea.

“Well, Seokmin here and I have been talking, and we would love to both have a go with you in bed, making you feel good. What do you think?” You were speechless, your mind had gone numb and you were going into overdrive just thinking about it. The thought alone had your thighs clenching together which didn’t go unnoticed by the handsome men.

Seungcheol’s hand drifts further up your thigh and under your dress, toying at the fabric of your underwear. He tilts your jaw towards himself and crashes his lips to yours hungrily, his quick fingers moving to press roughly to the front of your panties, a gasp escaping you at the contact. His calloused hands are rough against your sensitive skin, and it takes every inch of you to not cum on the seats of Seokmin’s car.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Seokmin grins as he turns the car into the illuminated driveway of a unit and parks, before turning around and drinking in your form. “You look so good, can’t wait to see what you look like underneath those clothes,” he whispers, before getting out of the car and ushering you and Seungcheol inside.

The inside of the unit was cozy. Soft lamplight flooded the area, and it was definitely well lived in. Books and items of clothing were scattered across the lounges and floor, typical of a boy's room. You didn’t get much time to observe the rest of the unit, however, as you were dragged to the closest bedroom and pushed inside, the door closing behind Seokmin and Seungcheol.

You were unsure of how the dynamic would work between the three of you, and it seemed they were a little unsure also. After a small bicker between the two men in front of you, you could see Seungcheol smile and Seokmin pout, before they both turned to you with dark eyes.

“Alright, our safe word for tonight is going to be lava lamp. If there is something you don’t like either of us does, just say the word okay?” Seungcheol’s voice is soft, and you can feel his hand coming up to run through your hair. You nod in response, but that didn’t seem a good enough answer for him, because the hand in your hair suddenly tugged upwards and left a stinging sensation on your scalp.

“I need verbal answers, sweetheart, got it?” His voice had suddenly dropped an octave and become slightly gravelly, making your cunt throb in excitement. “Yes, I understand,” you whimper, which seems to satisfy Seungcheol and he lets go of your hair. “Good girl,” he mutters, hurriedly pressing his lips to yours.

Seungcheol tastes exactly as you would expect him to; slightly minty with a hint of the whiskey he had drunk earlier. It was an odd combination, the flavours dancing on your lips and tongue, but intoxicating in all the best ways, and you never wanted to stop kissing him. You felt like you were floating on cloud 9.

You were brought back to earth when you felt a pair of hands tugging at the straps of your dress, slipping them down your shoulders. A pair of soft lips followed quickly along your skin and made you shiver and lean into the contact, the man behind you chuckling victoriously.

“I can’t wait until we get this off you,” you can hear Seokmin’s soft voice from behind, and when you turn to face him, you’re taken aback by how handsome he looks. He has unbuttoned the top half of his shirt so that you can get a peek at his deliciously tan skin, and his legs are spread just far enough that you can picture yourself leaning down and sitting between them, hands palming at his crotch-

“Come back to earth sweetheart, you’re drooling,” Seungcheol runs a hand through your hair and sweeps it to one side, his lips attaching to your neck and sucking softly. You can only sigh at the contact and feel your knees buckle, a large hand wrapping around your waist to keep you upright.

“Bring her over to the bed, Cheol, I wanna ravish her,” Seokmin mutters, and you can hear the impatience beginning to seep into his voice. A small grunt from Seungcheol and he’s removing his lips from your neck and ushering you to the bed. He playfully shoves you to the bed, where you land chest first on the mattress with a soft ‘oof’.

You lay still on the mattress, slightly winded from the fall but also stunned by the reactions from the two men behind you. Low whistles escape both of them, and you can feel one of their hands come down and knead roughly at your ass cheek through the fabric of your dress. There is a slight breeze on your thighs as they tug your dress upwards, revealing your ass, and the sight of your lacy thong makes them groan in excitement. You smirk to yourself briefly but get snapped back to reality when one of them, you presume Seungcheol, snaps the fabric against your ass and makes you gasp.

“So that’s what you’ve been hiding from us…cute.” A voice mutters from behind you. You couldn’t distinguish who it was, but you weren’t left lingering on the thought too long when you felt your thong being removed from your body, slid down your thighs and thrown somewhere in the corner of the room.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” Seokmin’s soft voice sends shivers up your spine and you can feel slender fingers teasingly running along your inner thighs, but not getting close to where you want them to be. You shift your hips back in hopes that the men will get the hint, but instead, you find your hips being pushed down into the mattress with one set of hands, while the other continues to tease your thighs, getting closer to your pussy.

“We didn’t say you could move,” Seungcheol mutters in your ear, his lips dropping to your neck and sucking lightly, while Seokmin moves his hand to finally cup your pussy and provide you with some relief. Seokmin’s fingers feel rough against your clit, and you can’t stop the whimper that bubbles past your lips or your head burying itself in the clean cotton sheets.

“Don’t hide yourself or your pretty noises sweetheart, we want to hear you,” a hand threads through your hair and tugs your body up slightly, and you’re met with a now half-undressed Seungcheol in front of you, his shirt crumpled up next to him, and his jeans thrown haphazardly on the floor. His boxers are the only thing in the way of what you want, but from just the outline of his hardened cock, you can tell he’s girthy and your mouth waters at the thought of him filling you up.

Seokmin begins steadily moving his fingers over your clit, a grin pulling over his features when he sees your thighs tremble. He decides to take it one step further and inserts a finger inside of you, your slight gasp only pulls the grin wider on his face as he pumps his finger slowly. His cock twitches at the sight of his finger pumping inside you, and his brain acts before his body does when he slides a second finger inside you.

You feel the second finger slide inside you and your back arches in response. When he feels just how wet you are, he tests the waters and adds a third, your high-pitched whine and your hands grasping the sheets all the answers he needed. His cock continues to twitch at the sight of you writhing above him, and it’s not long before he is grinding himself against the mattress helplessly, soft groans escaping his lips.

Seungcheol glances between you and Seokmin, and only feels himself getting more turned on by the minute. There was now a tiny wet spot on his boxers from the precum beginning to seep through, and they were starting to feel too tight for his liking. Seeing you all fucked out had his mind racing, and his hands were soon hurriedly pulling his underwear off his body and exposing himself to the both of you.

“D’you wanna put that pretty mouth of yours to good use, sweetheart?” Seungcheol’s gravelly voice sends shivers down your spine and you manage to open your eyes slowly and get a good look at Seungcheol, and his gorgeously toned and muscular body. Your eyes drink in every inch of him, from the way his abs contract with each breath, all the way down to his throbbing and angry cock.

It was standing tall against his lower torso, the tip red and beads of precum forming on it. Your eyes land on the large vein that travels along the side of his cock, and your tongue swipes across your lips and you open your mouth readily, and you can hear Seungcheol laughing before he’s moving closer to you and letting his tip slide past your lips.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good, fuck” Seungcheol moans out, his hand wandering from your jaw to your scalp and massaging it, before gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep you steady. Once he’s gotten adjusted to the warm, tight feeling of your mouth, he starts a steady rhythm thrusting in and out of your mouth.

With Seokmin fingering you and Seungcheol’s cock down your throat, you could feel your orgasm building up much quicker than you had hoped. You begin to writhe and move, attempting to escape their grips, but to no avail. They keep their hands on you tightly and look at each other knowingly as if they can sense your orgasm approaching.

You can feel your body beginning to tense up, your eyes are rolling back with pleasure and your moans are being garbled due to your mouth being occupied, but it only makes Seungcheol groan and thrust harder, the vibrations from your moans making his cock throb in your mouth.

Right when your orgasm is peaking and your back has begun to arch, you feel Seokmin rip his fingers from you and tears well up in your eyes, your orgasm ebbing away. You aren't left wanting for long, however, as you can feel the blunt head of Seokmin’s cock tapping teasingly against your swollen clit. Just the feeling alone had electricity coursing through your veins.

“Gonna fill you up nicely huh, sweetheart, gonna make sure you cum all over my cock,” Seokmin grits through his teeth as his cock begins to tease at your entrance, beads of precum appearing on the head. He gently presses his cock inside you, and the feeling of him filling you up sends your toes curling and your back arching. You can feel his thumbs caressing your waist as he finally fills you up to the hilt and a soft groan from him; you know he’s holding himself back.

You manage to get your mouth off Seungcheol’s cock briefly for a breather, but keep pumping him slowly with an enclosed fist. His moans alone would have you cumming, but you also had Seokmin to focus on, who had started a quick and steady pace thrusting inside you.

“I want you to make me cum, Seokmin, make me see stars,” your voice is hoarse and you aren't quite sure he heard you, but you can see his hips falter and his eyes darken before he’s casting his gaze upon your body, flushed and eyeing the sweat droplets hanging on every curve. He’s about to combust, but he wants to keep going for a little longer, he’s trying so hard and you can see that.

Seungcheol can sense you’re close to your orgasm and decides to get you there even quicker by leaning over you and letting his thumb graze your clit, and then proceeding to draw rough circles into the bundle of nerves. It happened so quickly, that you felt the orgasm wash over you and white light blinded you momentarily, and in the haze of your mind, you can hear them both groaning and praising you.

Once you come back, you can see them grinning at you, before Seokmin begins fucking himself into you harder and faster. You begin to feel overstimulated, your body jerking and whines escaping you continuously. Seungcheol has taken the liberty of thrusting his cock into your enclosed fist while simultaneously pinching at your nipples, and you can feel Seokmin beginning to twitch inside of you.

“Cum inside me,” you whisper to him, and that’s enough for him to moan and twitch even harder, his body stilling as he fills you up with a moan of your name. He shakes from the adrenaline coursing through his body, and moves to your side after a couple of moments, breathing heavily while massaging the skin of your torso gently. You can feel his lips on your neck not even a minute later, while Seungcheol moves between your thighs and puts your ankles over his shoulders, a dark grin on his features.

“My turn now, I hope you’re ready,” he murmurs, lining himself up with your leaking pussy. He teasingly rubs the head of his cock against you, relishing in your body jolting and your whines, before he finally caves and thrusts himself inside you in one go, his hands coming down to grip the bedsheets on either side of your head.

He shows no mercy over you, his thrusts are harsh and fast, and you can hear the backboard of the bed banging lightly against the wall. You just hope that whoever is on the other side is either understanding or not home. The thought is quickly diminished when you feel a pair of hands come down to cup your breasts, and then thumbs are grazing over your erect nipples.

“Such a good little slut for us, taking both our cocks so well,” Seungcheol mutters, his hips grinding into yours for a moment before he’s pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming into you with a loud grunt. You gasp out and clutch blindly at the bedsheets before you feel a hand slip into yours and squeeze. You open your eyes and see Seokmin smiling fondly at you, his hand in yours while the other teases your boob.

You weren't sure who was luckier in this situation, you or him.

Your attention was drawn away from Seokmin when Seungcheol’s hand grips your jaw and faces you forward. His stern gaze had butterflies flipping around in your stomach, and it only intensified when he kept his hand on your jaw and continued to fuck you, making you keep your eyes trained on him.

“You gonna cum in her?” Seokmin asks Seungcheol, his eyes trained on your tits bouncing in sync with the way Seungcheol was fucking you. “Of course I am,” Seungcheol replies, giving you a particularly hard thrust before shifting your legs so that they were now wrapped around his waist.

The new position meant he was fucking into you deeper, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hands moved to grip at his biceps. You knew there would be crescent marks on his skin later with the way you were holding them but you couldn’t care less, especially since your second orgasm was approaching quickly.

It hit you so quickly you couldn't even warn him it was happening, but you were sure he could figure it out with the way you were clenching around his cock and babbling nonsense. You can feel Seokmin caressing your hair and whispering soothing praise as you come down from your high, and Seungcheol is not far behind with his orgasm. You can feel the warmth between your thighs as he pulls out, his cum and Seokmin’s cum beginning to leak onto the sheets.

There are a couple of moments of silence between the three of you while you catch your breath and recover before you feel a hand sliding behind your back and pulling you up. You glance around questioningly at the two in front of you, who have those same damned smirks on their faces again as they did when you met them earlier.

“Do you wanna go for another round in the shower?”

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devilfic · 2 years

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Hey, can you make a Battinson x Reader one shot? Like Bruce helping or training her the Reader to defend herself shot? Either they become sweet fluffy and teasing each other or they instantly make out (innocent make out) in the end.

❝got you❞

plot: the wayne family has a special kind of love language. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: established relationship, married life, bruce being a concerned husband, he’s very patient with you, sparring, romance, humor, fluff. words: 973.

a/n: yeah sure, I got time—I'll be doing gender-neutral pronouns, tho

Your knees hit the floor—again—and Bruce’s long fingers wrap around the back of your neck, holding you still. When he’d done it the first time, it’d made your stomach flutter. Now, you were just pissed off. “Alright, what went wrong?”

You answer as soon as his hand releases you, “You. This fight is super unfair.”

Bruce snorts from behind you. You don’t miss the way his fingers lightly caress your skin to placate your frustration, but you do miss his touch once he pulls his hand away completely. Once he realizes you’ve given into your defeat, he scoops you up from underneath your arms and turns you around to face him. You notice, annoyed, that you’re panting and sweating buckets and he’s barely broken a sweat. “When I was ten, my opponent was a British Intelligence officer,” he reassures you, “and now he makes my breakfast.”

“Alfred’s always made your breakfast.”

“That’s not the point.”

“What is your point?”

“My point is that it doesn’t matter who your opponent is, it matters who your opponent is.” At your wrinkled brow, Bruce takes your wrists and makes your hands into fists, holding them up to eye level. “Your fists are just bone and muscle. They attack when a target is within reach. Your fists can’t think. What can think?”

You feel a bit childish as you unfurl one finger and point back at yourself, “Me?”

Bruce smiles soothingly. He brings one of your fists to his mouth and presses a kiss against your knuckles before releasing you. “That’s right. You’re capable of thinking ahead, but for whatever reason, you stop thinking once you go in for a hit. Go on. Hit me again.” You hesitantly raise one of your fists and aim for Bruce’s chest, a movement he catches easily with the calloused skin of his palm. Instead of releasing you this time, however, he holds you in position, “Now what?”

You hadn’t thought that far. Your brow furrows again and you describe your predicament that had been on repeat for the last hour, “You disarm me and throw me on the floor again.”

“Sure, I probably could.” You roll your eyes at the smugness of his tone. “But if you know what I’ll do next, you know how to counter. What can you do now? Follow through or change course?”

You take a measured breath and look him over. At 6′1 with a build like his, hardened by time and skill and trial and error, Bruce was a formidable opponent to most anyone who challenged him. Low level thugs on the streets thought better than to pick fights when they were smart enough to know they’d be unmatched.

It also didn’t help that Bruce was more than just brute force and intimidation. A mind as intelligent as his gave him the advantage of outsmarting villains all the time. Had Bruce relied only on his (very mortal) body, he’d have died years ago to opponents more extraordinary than himself. It was his intellect that kept him one step ahead.

But Bruce had met his match before. Even with all his degrees and training, he’d been bested by people with way less. When it came down to it, the fight was more a battle of wits than gadgets and strength.

...You’re starting to get the picture. It really is who your opponent is.

Bruce waits patiently for you as the gears turn behind your eyes, and eventually, you’re falling to your knees in agony.

Bruce follows you, tumbling to the ground to catch you before you could take too much damage in your suddenly weak state. His hands anxiously flit to your face to check for what he’d missed in your expression, where he’d surpassed your limit and pushed you over the edge, “What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?”

Your hand cradles your side, pushing out labored breaths, and Bruce’s hand sneaks beneath your fingers to feel for the injury. He’s careful not to press too hard lest it hurt you more.

You almost feel guilty when you snake your other arm over his shoulder and cup the back of his neck, drawing his frantic gaze up to your own. You bring his face closer to sweetly peck his mouth that hangs open, shocked, “Got you.”

You watch Bruce work through several emotions at once. You’d think you’d broken the man with how long it takes him to respond to your betrayal. The hand on your hip slips under the material of your shirt to take purchase on the skin there, Bruce’s expression morphing into a proud—if not astonished—smile.

It should have been expected really. Bruce drags you into his lap and falls back against the wrestling mat, pulling a giggling you down with him until you’re smiling into the curve of his neck and loving along his jawline. “Now who’s being unfair?” Bruce grumbles, his voice sending vibrations against your lips that mouth at his throat.

“I just know my opponent. Isn’t that what you were trying to teach me, sweetness?”

Bruce grumbles even more, a faint pinkness painting his skin. For the first time since your sparring match had started, he actually looked out of his element. You trace your kisses up to his lips and press your own to the side of his mouth. Bruce’s eyes find yours, “Just... don’t do that to me again. Deal?”

You seal your deal with another kiss to his mouth, full-on and longer than the first. Bruce eagerly reciprocates.

Your husband may have been a symbol of peace to citizens of Gotham and a threat to the criminals of Gotham, but to you, he was your very sensitive husband who you loved very much. This was his way of showing he loved you. You could stand to be a little more gentle with his worrisome heart.

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floral-and-fine · 10 months

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Take a Shot

Walter Skinner x fem reader

Warnings- lots of fluff, temporary roommates, lemon, long fic

Summary- Walter meets a teacher and they go out for drinks, eventually leading to a relationship he wasn’t expecting.

A/n- This has been in my drafts for over a month, sorry. I couldn’t help writing for him… I know there’s not a huge fandom for him, but hopefully, those who read this will enjoy it ❤️ Thank you @steeevienicks and @where-is-my-mind-tho

Skinner rocked on the balls of his feet, staring at the gray speckled linoleum floors that shined underneath the fluorescent lights. He still wasn’t quite sure how he got roped into this. The whole ordeal seemed below him as the Assistant Director of the FBI, but on the other hand it was important to maintain a good public image, even in a situation like this one.

Skinner tsked, picturing a few of his colleagues and how their actions on several occasions damaged the FBI’s reputation, the ridiculous things Mulder would choose to share would make them all look like fools.

He glanced up at the wooden door, gold metal numbers at the top read Rm 17. From outside the room, he could hear eager whispers and excited chatter. Taking a peek through the window that was in the center, he almost lost his nerve, his palms feeling clammy as he looked at all the faces. He wasn’t expecting that there would be so many of them.

Sighing to himself, he wondered if he could hold their attention, he could only imagine the chaos that would ensue if they all got bored.

Taking a deep breath, he finally knocked on the door.

“Quiet down everyone,” a gentle voice announced. “Our guest speaker has arrived.”

Skinner mustered up a smile, but it was more of grimace as a young woman opened the door, beaming from ear to ear. She was pretty, much prettier than he remembered his teachers ever being.

“Please come in,” she said, stepping aside. “I’m Ms. L/n. Thank you so much for coming.”

Skinner strode in, standing front and center of the classroom. He was greeted by cheeky young faces, grinning up at him from their desks.

Ms. L/n stood at the back of the class and gave him a reassuring nod before he began speaking.

“Good afternoon,” he started. “I am assistant director Walter Skinner of the FBI.”

To his surprise a hand immediately shot up in the air.

“Yes?” Skinner asked, raising his brow.

“What does FBI stand for?”

“Federal Bureau of Investigation-“

“What does that mean?” Another student blurted out.

“It means that we investigate on behalf of the federal government,” he answered. “While also upholding the law and protecting innocent people.”

Questions continued coming one after another, Skinner could hardly keep up.

“What do you investigate?”

“Do you have a gun?”

“Have you ever shot anyone?”

“Do you know the president?”

Skinner took a deep breath, “The bureau investigates a variety of crimes from terrorist attacks to serial killers. Yes, I am armed, I have shot someone, and no, I do not know the president personally.”

He noted Ms. L/n trying her best to maintain some composure. Her eyes were closed as she covered her mouth and tried to resist laughing.

After an hour or so of speaking about his position, answering bizarre questions, and listening to random stories about missing puppies, annoying little brothers, and cartoons, Skinner was relieved to hear the bell ring.

In a rapid and chaotic fashion the elementary schoolers scrambled out of their seats and bolted to the exit with their backpacks in tow.

“You might want to give it a minute,” Ms. L/n informed him. “It’s a literal zoo out in those halls and the parking lot is just as bad.”

“Thanks for the tip,” he replied, eyes still on the door as he listened to the stampede of children continue down the hall.

“Thanks again for coming in,” she smiled. “I know this probably wasn’t something you’d do normally.” She shrugged, tucking her hands into the pockets of her A-line skirt.

Skinner turned his attention to the teacher. “What do you mean?”

Ms. L/n rubbed the back of her head, sighing a little before she spoke. “You having to come here is all probably my fault,” she elaborated. “My uncle is a senator, so when I asked if he could arrange for some guest speakers to visit my class, I wasn’t expecting him to take it so seriously… I’m sorry.”

Skinner chuckled dryly, now it all made sense. “At least it wasn’t a complete disaster… I’m not used to being around children.”

“What? You did an amazing job, honestly, they had a lot of fun with you.”

He leaned against the desk. “How do you do it?” He mused. “There had to be about 25 of them, I’d lose what’s left of my hair trying to keep it all under control.”

She giggled, “Lots and lots of patience, and when that’s not enough there’s a bag of chocolate in my desk drawer and a little bottle of aspirin for the headaches… and on Fridays after a particularly challenging week, I go home and enjoy a glass of wine.”

Skinner nodded, “I keep a bottle of scotch at home for similar days… so what usually happens to get you to break open that bottle of wine?”

“Let’s see…” she hummed, leaning against her desk right next to him. “Just off the top of my head, this week we had Billy pulling Suzy’s hair and her retaliating by kicking him in the shin, then I had sent Tommy to the nurse only for him to come back to class and throw up on the floor, I had to deal with parent complaints over the amount of homework being too much or not enough, and then of course a surprise fire drill to top it all off. Thank God it’s Friday, right?”

Skinner laughed, “Sounds like you definitely earned that glass of wine or maybe even a whole bottle or two.”

“So, what does a tough day for the assistant director of the FBI look like?” She asked.

“Besides making classroom visits?” He joked. “A lot of stress, paperwork, and putting out a lot of fires caused by my own agents… I’ve got an agent who's probably just as much trouble as some of these kids.”

A comfortable few moments of silence fell between the two of them.

“Hey, do you hear that?” Ms. L/n asked, looking towards the door,

Skinner immediately straightened up, listening carefully. “I don’t hear anything,” he answered after several seconds.

“Exactly,” she smiled widely. “Sweet sweet silence. Looks like it’s safe for us to make our escape.” She grabbed her purse and coat, “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

As they walked through the halls, Ms. L/n continued to make small talk, but it didn’t feel forced or awkward at all. It had been awhile since the last time Skinner felt so at ease with a stranger. She was lovely, intelligent, and charming.

He didn’t really have time to weigh all the pros and cons, but as they got closer to the exit the more he wanted an excuse to stay and talk to her.

“It was nice meeting you,” Ms. L/n stated as they reached the parking lot. She offered her hand for a quick handshake.

Skinner accepted and while shaking her hand noticed the absence of a wedding ring and decided to go ahead and take a shot.

“Can I treat you to that glass of wine?” He offered, before he lost his nerve. “There’s a decent bar nearby that we could go to, if you’re interested.”

She beamed, “Sure as long as I get to return the favor and buy you a drink.”

…

“A headlock? Really?” Y/n laughed in disbelief.

Walter sighed, taking off his glasses and massaging the bridge of his nose. “I’m telling you, it’s like dealing with the most unruly child sometimes.”

A half bottle of red wine sat on the bar between them along with several empty scotch glasses. The evening went by quickly as they exchanged outrageous work related stories.

“But you can’t help feeling like you're responsible for them, you know? Keeping them safe and out of trouble, trying to mold them into caring and empathetic hu-man beings,” she hiccuped.

Walter nodded, “Oh I know… believe me, I’ve put my ass on the line for them, probably a dozen times by now, yet they still don’t seem to learn.”

Y/n rested her head on her hand, elbow propped up on the bar as she gazed at the assistant director. “I’m having a really great time with you,” she added suddenly. “I don’t usually have a lot of spare time to go out like this…”

“Me too,” he agreed, his eyes meeting hers. “Dating and my kind of work don’t exactly go hand and hand.”

“Maybe we can make this a habit,” y/n suggested.

They both perked up as the bartender announced the last call.

“Oh wow,” she muttered, sitting up and looking around, what was a packed bar just hours ago, now only had a few couples and some stragglers left. “I didn’t know it was so late already.”

Walter settled the tab and then pulled out his cell phone. “Here, I’ll call you a cab.”

He could tell from the clouded look in her eyes that she was past her limit and needed a safe ride home. Walter helped escort her outside as she stumbled beside him. They waited quietly under a street light in the cool night until the cab arrived.

“Thanks for tonight,” Y/n said as the taxi pulled to the curb.

“Of course, thanks for the scotch.”

Like a gentleman, he pulled open the door for her but before she got in she quickly opened her purse and dug around until she found a piece of paper and a pen. On the scrap of notebook paper she jotted something down.

“Call me, next time you need a drink or have some time to spare,” she instructed, handing it to him.

Walter nodded, eyes downcasted as he looked at the number, but soon stiffened when he felt her press her lips to his cheek in a sweet little kiss good night.

“See you soon,” she waved as she climbed into the backseat of the taxi.

Skinner watched the cab drive away before tucking the paper away in his coat then searched for his car keys. Despite the long week, Skinner noted that he was leaving the bar feeling more chipper and excited than he had felt all week or all month.

Arriving at his apartment, he took the note out and placed it safely by his phone on the table.

It was a week or so later when he finally called the number listed. It had been a particularly trying day, when he entered his apartment. He dropped his coat on the back of the couch and loosened his tie. The bottle of scotch sitting at the bar looked appealing, but drinking with y/n sounded even better.

This soon evolved into a weekly ritual. They’d have a few drinks and unload about their day.

As the weeks passed and their meetings continued, Walter found himself becoming closer to the young teacher. Almost as if reflecting their growing intimacy, they had stopped sitting at the bar during their dates and now sat at a secluded table in the corner.

Y/n realized early on that Walter showed his affection in very subtle but meaningful ways, he wasn’t the sort of guy to spend loads of money on frivolous gifts or to toss around poetic words of love, instead he did things like walk her to her car and then call her later to make sure she got home safely.

She liked that he acted with thought and that everything he did had clear intentions behind it. He was chivalrous, fair, and had a righteous sense of justice. Walter Skinner, soldier, FBI agent, gentleman, she had thought to herself.

There wasn’t much discussion about their relationship, no labels or expectations, just a weekly tradition in a nice bar. But in that dark corner they had claimed as their own, he placed his hand over hers, her thigh brushed up against his, her head tilted and her lips parted, all leading up to a kiss.

That was when Walter suddenly realized that they had crossed a line beyond simple friendship, and it scared him. He feared where this could lead and how he wouldn’t be able to be what she wanted.

In his ex wife’s opinion he was emotionally distant. Would this relationship too become hollow or lacking?

Unsure what to do, he came up with some weak excuse the following week, and offered her a hollow promise of a rain check. He felt as though he was in some sort of emotional limbo, trapped by his desires to continue seeing y/n and his worries of breaking her heart and his own,

…

Walter sighed, slumping in his seat, scattered on his desk were photos and reports of a recent killing tied to a local serial killer who was currently on a spree.

What he found so unsettling wasn’t the gruesome nature of these murders, this wasn’t the first serial killer case that he’s worked on afterall, but it was the location. All the kills took place in y/n’s neighborhood, in fact this last one took place just a few buildings down.

This put him in a difficult position, sharing this information with her could cause a panic, and there was the moral obligation of whether or not it was fair to protect her life over others, yet he feared that she could be the next target.

She fit the victim type. Single woman living alone. Same hair and eye color as the previous victims. Predictable schedule and routine.

He shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions, making himself worked up over something that may not happen, still…

His eyes landed on the telephone on his desk, what would he even say? He couldn’t ask her to stay in a hotel until further notice, and he couldn’t arrange for her to stay in a safe house either.

Skinner drummed his fingers on top of his desk as he mulled things over, y/n would be safe at his apartment he figured. She could stay with him until they arrested the culprit or the killings stopped.

He lifted the receiver, his knee bouncing anxiously as the line rang.

“Hello?” Y/n’s voice answered.

“Hey, it’s me,” he replied.

“Everything alright?” She asked, wondering why he was calling so late.

There was a long pause, Walter suddenly didn’t feel comfortable sharing all this over the phone. Instead he felt that it would be easier to talk to her face to face. “Everything is fine,” he finally said. “Can I stop by?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, I’ll leave work in a couple of minutes. See you soon.” He hung up the phone, grabbed his coat and locked up his office.

…

When y/n opened her front door, she smiled gently as her eyes landed on the assistant director, looking professional as always in his work attire.

“Sorry for dropping by so late,” he muttered, noticing that she was dressed in her pajamas.

Her hand cupped his cheek. “You look tired,” she said sympathetically. “Rough day?”

He nodded, “You can say that.”

She invited him into her small apartment. “Was it a hard liquor sorta day or would you prefer something more comforting like tea?” She offered.

Walter shook his head, “I’m fine, really.” He sighed, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets.

Y/n tilted her head, sitting on the sofa while Walter remained standing. “I suppose you’ve heard about the recent murders,” he started.

“I have,” she said. “But the news reports have been pretty vague.”

“We’ve been focused on not letting the media turn this into a frenzy or cause any unnecessary panic,” Walter explained.

“Makes sense… must be pretty bad if it has you so worked up,” she commented.

“Not exactly,” he answered. “It’s all fairly typical as far as serial killings go, but some of the details have me concerned about your well being,” His eyes met hers.

“You mean I’m similar to the other victims?”

“Plus there’s the factor of location,” he added, “Last murder happened right down the street and the rest were also close to this area.”

He could see the fear on her face as the information sunk in. Out of instinct, her eyes panned the room as though the murderer was lurking in a corner or in the shadows.

“Guess I should make sure to keep my door locked,” she joked nervously.

“Or,” Walter started, averting his gaze. “I was thinking, if you’re open to it, that you could stay at my place, just until we either arrest the bastard or when he moves on or whatever.”

“Are you sure?” She questioned.

“I’m sure,” he replied without hesitation. He was of two minds on the whole ordeal, but after thinking it over the drive here, he concluded that he’d feel loads better knowing that y/n was safe, despite his anxiety on their budding romance.

She smiled, “Thank you… I’ll pack a bag.” She stood from the couch and went to her bedroom.

Walter carried her bags to the car and then carried them into his apartment when they arrived. His apartment was clean and neat, nothing excessive or frivolous, a mature and simple bachelor’s pad.

“Here’s the guest room,” he pointed out while opening the door and setting her bags inside. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Y/n nodded, “Good night.”

Not wanting her to feel like he was hovering, he excused himself so she could familiarize herself with the space.

Retiring to his room, Walter laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. Before today, he had anticipated that if his relationship with y/n ever reached this point of her staying the night that they’d at least be sharing a bed.

It was strange knowing she was in the next room. She was so close but not close enough. He could only wonder how the next few days would unfold.

…

She was staring. She didn’t want to stare, but she couldn’t help it. When she woke up in the unfamiliar guest bed this morning, she hadn’t mentally prepared for such a marvelous sight. And, yes, it was truly marvelous.

Standing in the kitchen preparing a cup of coffee was Walter, shirtless. Who would’ve guessed that lurking beneath the coat, the blazer, and the dress shirt were such broad shoulders and muscular arms. His back was facing her, giving her a moment to admire him without him noticing. She watched his shoulder blades flex as he started cooking his eggs.

Y/n wasn’t sure how to put it into words, Walter was not only very masculine physically, but also emotionally and with the way he acted, yet it wasn’t at all a bad thing or in a chauvinistic way. His masculinity was exhibited through the way he provided, protected, carried himself with confidence and integrity.

The perfect man, she thought to herself. Finally averting her eyes, she took a breath before making her presence known.

“Good morning,” she chirped.

“Morning,” he greeted, glancing at her quickly before returning his attention to the stove. “How do you like your eggs?”

“Over medium.”

Y/n sat at the small dining table and practically choked on her coffee as Walter turned around and sat a plate of eggs, fruit, and toast in front of her. His chest looked… solid, firm, and adorned with chest hair. She should’ve figured his chest would be just as good as the rest of him.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, taking his seat across from her.

“I did,” y/n answered, then took a bite of toast. “Did you?”

He nodded, although truthfully it took him a few hours to finally fall asleep, but he didn’t want y/n to think it was because of her.

“Do you always make such a spread for breakfast?” She asked. “I’m lucky if I have a piece of toast or cereal before leaving for work.”

Walter shrugged, “Usually, I suppose it’s the meal I can count on having, some days I don’t get the chance to have lunch and other days I come home too exhausted to bother with dinner.”

“Well, I appreciate getting to have an actual meal before work.”

As she passed him carrying her plate to the sink, she kissed the side of his head. Then returned to the guest room to get ready for work.

By the time she was finished and headed back downstairs, Walter was dressed in his suit, straightening his blue tie in front of a mirror before throwing on his coat.

He gave her a spare key to his apartment, before they went their separate ways for work.

…

As Walter walked through the parking garage, he figured that he should stop somewhere to grab a few essentials and food on his way home. It was important for him for y/n to feel comfortable while living with him.

Wandering through the aisles, he grabbed a loaf of bread, more eggs, strawberries and blueberries, and a couple of other things to make a few dinners this week.

As he walked toward the checkout lanes, a bottle of Chardonnay caught his attention, the brand, if he recalled correctly, was the same one y/n had enjoyed a few nights ago. He grabbed it, adding it to his basket, before getting in line to checkout.

Opening the door to his apartment, Walter first noted the smell of a home cooked meal wafting toward him accompanied with sounds coming from the kitchen, little clings and clangs from the pots and pans and the radio was buzzing lowly.

He stood at the doorway taking it all in. He had forgotten how nice, how comforting, it was to come home to somebody.

“Hey, welcome home,” y/n said peeking out from around the corner. “Hope it’s alright that I’m making dinner, I just figured since you weren’t home yet, you wouldn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” he responded, finally lugging the groceries he bought into the kitchen.

“Is that for tonight?” She asked excitedly, seeing the bottle of wine.

“Can be,” he shrugged, handing her the bottle.

Her eyes lit up as she recognized the brand, “I’m going to get a couple of wine glasses.”

With ease they maneuvered around each other, y/n focused on cooking while he put away food in the fridge and cabinets.

“Go have a seat,” she instructed him, playfully nudging him toward the table. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

During dinner, she told him about her day, her expressions were all so animated as she went through the highlights. He intently listened, engrossed in her stories, he felt at ease. Typically, he’d still be thinking of work, either about a current case, an old case, or wondering what trouble Mulder and Scully were involved in.

Walter insisted on washing the dishes when they were done. Y/n retired to the living room, curled up on the couch with the TV on and a stack of papers on her lap that she graded during the commercials. He joined her when he was done, sitting in his armchair and overlooking a report.

She glanced in his direction and smiled softly, before returning her attention to the tests she was grading.

As the evening progressed a single question seemed to plague his mind, did he deserve another chance at having a domestic life, at having a life outside of his work?

He was going to miss her, especially the little moments that gave him an idea of what it would truly be like to live with her, like how’d he watch her from the corner of his eye as she painted her toenails, or how amusing it was for him when she’d become so invested in some ridiculous TV drama.

With the way things were going he could see the potential here between the two of them, potential to have something resembling a healthy relationship.

But he wasn’t sure if he was ready or capable for something serious like that. Between the fear and the guilt, he didn’t know what was holding him back more.

The next few days went by just as smoothly, Walter couldn’t deny they were compatible. He also couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed just having her around.

It was late at night on Friday when he arrived home. Unlocking the door, he found the apartment dark, walking in further he saw the light of the TV illuminating y/n’s face. Her eyes were fixated on the movie playing.

“I’m home,” he announced standing right by the couch.

She jumped slightly at the sudden sound of his voice and reached for the remote and paused the movie.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled, switching on the light.

Y/n laughed a little at herself for getting so worked up, “It’s alright… I just didn’t hear you come in.”

He glanced at the frozen TV screen. “What are you watching?”

“I rented ‘The Silence of the Lambs’ on my way home,” she answered, but quickly added, “But we can watch something else.”

Walter removed his jacket and tie, laying them on a chair, before setting his wallet, gun, and badge on the table. “I’m fine with it. Did you have dinner already?”

“Does popcorn count?” She asked, referring to the bowl sitting on the coffee table.

He shook his head, “How does pizza sound?”

“Perfect.”

Walter picked up the cordless receiver and ordered a pizza to be delivered. Y/n turned the light back off and pressed play as he joined her couch. She took one of the couch pillows and wrapped her arms around it, holding it tighter against her chest as Anthony Hopkins’ stare met hers.

As the movie continued, her body seemed to slowly inch closer to him, her fingers soon gripping the sleeve of his shirt. His attention shifted from the movie to her when he felt her grip, he was tempted to place a comforting arm around her shoulders, until there was a knock on the door.

Y/n reluctantly loosened her fingers, allowing Walter to go to the door. When he returned with the pizza, so did the space that was there between them earlier, but it didn’t last long.

Plates were sitting discarded on the coffee table and y/n was again pressed to his side as the movie began to reach its climax.

Walter’s hand found hers, his fingers clutched her hand and gave her a reassuring squeeze. She smiled, snuggling closer to him, her head resting against his shoulder.

He found himself enjoying the close proximity, savoring the feeling of her hand in his. They remained that way until the end of the credits. As she slowly sat up, he wished the movie had been longer or for some other excuse to have her close again.

“So why that movie?” Walter questioned, as Y/n stretched her arms above her head.

“Cause I like it,” she answered simply, looking back at him.

“Looked like you were pretty scared a few times,” he pointed out and gave her a skeptical look.

She laughed, “I love scary movies because they scare me, what I don’t like is watching them alone.”

Walter shook his head and started picking up the plates and taking them to the kitchen. She shuffled in behind him with the empty bowl of popcorn.

“We should do this again soon,” she suggested. “Could become a weekly thing for us, like our end of the work week drinks.”

“Only if I get to pick the next movie,” he countered.

“Deal!” …

Walter was sitting on the couch, bare feet resting on the coffee table, the baseball game on the TV. He was dressed casually in just a white t-shirt and jeans, no suit or tie. It was a rare sight.

He took a sip of his beer and leaned back.

This was one of those rare days off where he didn’t have anything to do, he could just be lazy and enjoy his Sunday by unwinding with a cold beer.

Y/n was on the other side of the couch, twirling a pen between her fingers as she looked over her lesson plans for the upcoming week.

“Sometimes I think you have it harder than I do,” he mused, having noticed that Y/n brought work home with her daily and even worked for a couple of hours every weekend.

She raised her brow, “What do you mean? You literally catch criminals and save the country.”

“Yeah, but I work with adults who are usually capable at their jobs,” Walter elaborated, having thought about the challenges she must face compared to his. “I get to yell at people who screw up and if they really piss me off, I can fire them.”

She laughed, he had a point.

“You’re stuck with pretty much every single child put under your care, it’s a lot of responsibility,” he added. “Not everyone has the patience or dedication.”

She looked at him, her expression soft and her eyes swimming with gratitude. “Thanks,” she said.

“For what?”

“For saying that. For treating my job like an actual career rather than something that’s fluffy or cute…” she blinked away a couple of tears. “My family has always been very condescending when it comes to my career,” she explained. “They assume it’s not difficult or important. Or at least not as important as anything they’ve accomplished.”

Walter furrowed his brow, listening to her intently as she spoke about her family, about how she didn’t share their views or values, about how they scoffed at her life choices.

“Sorry,” she muttered, looking away. “Didn’t mean to lay all of that on you.”

“Don’t be,” he assured her. “You’ve got a break coming up, right?”

She nodded, “One of the perks of the job.”

“Good,” he said in approval. “You deserve a break, maybe you can even go on a real vacation.”

Walter took another sip of beer, he had racked up quite a few vacation days himself. It was a tempting idea, to get away from it all, maybe rent a cabin in the mountains and spend some time out in nature, fishing, or maybe go somewhere tropical, stay at a fancy resort where they serve cocktails with those little umbrellas.

He wondered what type of trip y/n would prefer, either way, he liked the idea of him and her taking a trip together whether it included taking an early morning hike or sitting side by side near the pool.

Y/n moved the papers on her lap over to the coffee table, and scooted closer to Walter. “So who's winning?” She nodded at the TV.

“Yankees,” he answered, casually putting an arm around her shoulders as they both watched the game.

…

Walter woke with a start one night, his body covered in a cold sweat. The red light of his alarm clock read 2:00 am. He groaned, rubbing his forehead, before he sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed.

He knew it would be futile to try to go back to sleep, and even if he could, he didn’t want to return to whatever nightmare woke him in the first place. Rising to his feet, he quietly made his way downstairs.

He turned on the TV, turning the volume down. He wasn’t in the mood to actually watch, but it felt better to have it on compared to sitting alone in the dark.

His head perked up when he heard footsteps coming from upstairs.

Y/n rubbed her eyes as she reached the last step. “Hey,” she croaked, seeing Walter on the couch. “Can’t sleep?”

He nodded, “You?”

“Thirsty,” she answered.

He sighed, resting his elbows on his knees, listening as she went into the kitchen. Walter closed his eyes, only for them to snap back open when he felt y/n’s hand on his shoulder.

He lifted his brow as she peered worriedly at his face. The hand that had been on his shoulder slowly crept to his face, gently stroking his cheek with her fingers.

For a brief moment, he looked vulnerable like there was something that he wanted to confess to her, but almost immediately his stoic expression returned.

“You should go back to bed,” he urged.

She glanced at the TV screen, some late night infomercial was playing, advertising some sort of CD compilation, the thought of him sitting alone like this bothered her.

“You should go back to bed too,” she retorted.

“Don’t think I can,” he murmured.

“Why don’t you try,” she suggested softly. “Or at least come lay down with me so I know you aren’t alone out here.”

Walter’s forehead creased as he looked up at her face, then at her extended hand, the same hand that had gently caressed him just a couple of seconds ago. From what he’s learned of y/n, she was typically easy going, flexible and willing to roll with the punches, but he could tell this was one of those things where she’d be willing to put up a fight.

Accepting her hand, he rose from the couch and followed her upstairs. She pulled him into the guest room and climbed into bed. He stood there for a moment, awkwardly, until she patted the space next to her expectantly.

“This really isn’t necessary-“ he started and then sighed, y/n appeared exhausted, her eyes slowly closing and snapping back open as she tried to stay awake. “Fine,” he muttered, more to himself than to her.

Sliding under the covers beside her, he pulled the tired woman close, her head resting against his chest. Her fingers absentmindedly drew slow circles over his skin until she finally fell back to sleep.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his own hand now tracing up and down her upper arm as he listened to her breath. The weight of her arm and head draped over his chest made him feel grounded, stable. …

Walter’s eyes were still closed when he could hear his alarm clock faintly beeping. He didn’t question why it sounded so far away, and instead he reached out and felt around on the nightstand, trying to hit the snooze button.

He cracked an eye open after several failed attempts, peeking at the nightstand he didn’t see his alarm clock… or his glasses.

Suddenly he was very aware of the weight on his chest and beside him. He must’ve fallen asleep, he half smiled at the realization. Maybe y/n had the right idea.

With a steady hand, he eased her arm off his chest and slipped out of bed. Before quietly exiting the room, he leaned over y/n and pulled the blanket back over her shoulders, his thumb gently caressed her cheek as he admired her for a moment longer.

…

The assistant director reviewed the case files multiple times now, the serial killer had been arrested and was currently locked away while awaiting trial. All the evidence seemed to be in correct order, the man they had taken into custody had access to all the victims, and he fit the profile.

Of course, the suspect was claiming he had nothing to do with the murders, but he was unable to provide any sort of alibi for his whereabouts either.

Walter knew this was going to happen sooner or later, logically he was aware that this was a good thing, they caught the bad guy and y/n was now safe, but he was struggling with the fact that things were going to go back to how they were. His apartment was going to feel quieter, darker, emptier without y/n being around.

He could ask her to move in with him, he snorted as the idea crossed his mind. He’d probably come off looking like a nut asking her to keep living with him.

Taking off his glasses, he sat them gently on his desk as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He should probably tell her how he feels first before even considering asking a question like that anyways.

Grabbing the telephone receiver he quickly dialed his home phone.

“Skinner residence,” y/n answered in a cheerful tone.

“Hey,” he greeted in return, slightly swaying in his office chair, eyes returning to the files on his desk. “What do you think about going out for dinner tonight?” He suggested.

“Oh? What’s the occasion?”

“I’ve got some… good news,” he explained.

“Must be some really good news,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, I think you’ll be happy to hear it,” he stated, though from the tone of his voice, he didn’t seem too thrilled.

Hanging up the phone, Walter proceeded to dial the number of a restaurant he was familiar with, one that was quiet and intimate. When the hostess answered, he made a reservation for two at 7.

Now he was left to decide what news he wanted to share with her first.

…

Y/n scrambled around the apartment, digging through the bags she packed, hoping she had something nice, like a dress to wear. She gave a relieved sigh, when she found her favorite dress at the bottom, hopefully not too wrinkled.

She shimmied out of her outfit and slipped into the dress. Then rushed into the bathroom to fix her hair and make up.

She twisted and turned in front of the full length mirror in the guest room when Walter arrived.

“Are you ready?” He called from the living room.

Grabbing a pair of heels, she slid them on before skipping downstairs.

Walter was waiting at the landing, hands tucked in his pockets. “You look,” he paused, trying to pick the right word. ��Stunning.”

Y/n gave him a dazzling smile, “And you look incredibly handsome, as usual.” She gently smoothed the lapels of his blazer.

Walter rolled his eyes and she playfully pushed him. “It’s true though! You always look good.”

“We better get going,” he said, opening the door to the apartment. “Our reservation is at 7.”

After locking up, they headed towards the car. Walter got the passenger side door for her, before getting into the driver's seat and departed for the restaurant.

Walking toward the entrance, he held her hand. This was different compared to their other outings, more official, a real proper date. Despite having gone out to bars and essentially living together, he was still feeling those first date jitters.

There were two things he was hoping to accomplish tonight, one was letting y/n know that she was safe and the other was establishing where they were at with this relationship.

Walter held the door open for her and then followed her in. The restaurant was like how he remembered, dark tile floors, ambient lighting, candles on each of the tables. The food, if he recalled correctly, was good, fresh, portions were on the small end but that was usually the expectation for a place like this.

The hostess led them to a nice table by a window. Walter pulled a chair out for y/n, waited for her to sit down before taking his own seat.

“How was your day?” He asked, giving the menu a once over before directing his attention to her.

“Exhausting,” she replied, sighing heavily for exaggeration. “The end of the school year is always rough… there are so many things that need to get done before break.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“Well, I could use someone big and strong to move some furniture around for me,” she smirked.

“I believe I qualify as big and strong,” he pointed out. “What do you need moved?”

“Student desks, my desk, things like that,” y/n shrugged.

“I’ll see if I can clear part of my schedule,” Walter stated offhandedly.

“Oh, you really don’t have to,” she said quickly, slightly panicked, leaning closer to him. “I was mostly kidding.”

He placed his hand over hers, his thumb tenderly stroking over the top of her hand, “I wouldn’t volunteer to help if I didn’t want to help.”

When the waiter came by, Walter released y/n’s hand. The waiter filled their glasses with water and took their drink order.

“So what about you, how was your day?” She asked, changing the subject.

“Productive,” he answered vaguely, he still was hesitant on sharing the information of the arrest with her, but it also wasn’t right of him to keep it from her. “Actually,” he added. “It’s part of why I wanted to go out tonight, to celebrate.”

“Oh?” Her eyes lit up. “Let me guess… Are you getting promoted? Receiving a plaque that says best FBI Assistant director? A new copier in the office?”

Walter chuckled dryly, eyes flickering to his hand that was fidgeting with the table cloth, “We’ve apprehended someone who fits the profile of the serial killer.”

Y/n blinked, processing what he said slowly. She should be happy, right? They caught the guy, that’s a good thing. Now her and a lot of other women were a little safer.

She mustered up a smile, “That is good news.”

Walter nodded, tearing his gaze from the tablecloth to the beautiful woman sitting across from him. “I bet you’re excited to be going back to your own place.”

She bit her lip, holding back on saying all the things she really wanted to say, like how much fun she’s had living with him, how nice it’s been to have his company, and how she didn’t want to leave.

“Yeah, I guess everything will go back to normal,” y/n finally said, her voice wavering just slightly.

“Is everything alright-“ Walter began to ask until the waiter reappeared ready to take their orders.

Y/n seemed to have recovered from whatever was making her upset, so he dropped the subject. They talked about their work day, shared stories, and asked each other questions about their lives and childhoods.

The waiter came to clear the table after they were done with their entrees, and left behind a dessert menu for them to review.

Walter shifted in his seat a little and cleared his throat, their little date night was coming to a close quicker than he’d like, “There’s something else I’ve been wanting to discuss with you tonight.”

She laid the dessert menu down and tilted her head looking at him intently as he continued.

“I’ve been thinking about us, and how I’d like to continue seeing you, preferably under more official terms,” he proposed, sounding so formal that y/n couldn’t help but smile widely.

“So, what you’re saying is that the assistant director of the FBI is officially my boyfriend?” She teased.

Walter made a face at the word ‘boyfriend’, it seemed so juvenile especially for someone his age, “I suppose that’s one way to put it.”

She laughed, “Can’t wait to brag about you to all my friends and coworkers.” Her hand reached out across the table, fingers twining with his. “How about we share dessert,” she said, lifting the menu again.

…

They stumbled through the doors of Walter’s apartment. He had barely closed the door before y/n’s fingers curled around his tie, urging him closer as their lips desperately collided.

Walter planted one of his hands firmly on the wall next to her, his palm completely flat, supporting his weight as he leaned forward. His other hand ran up her arm, shoulder, and then snaked around her neck pulling her closer to him.

His tongue swept across her lip, in response she parted her mouth.

With her eyes closed, she loosened his tie before fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt. After so many mornings admiring his bare chest, she couldn’t wait to feel him under her own hands.

She was going to miss those moments, watching him prepare breakfast in just his pajama bottoms, or seeing him reclining in his chair wearing a tight white t-shirt.

God, why did it hurt? Why did it feel like he was kicking her out? She was aware that it was all temporary.

She was still going to see him, they were still going to go out, but it no longer seemed like enough. None of it would be enough to satisfy her, especially now knowing what it was like to see him practically every night and every morning.

Walter pulled away when he felt something wet on y/n’s cheek. His brow furrowed with concern.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered breathlessly.

“It’s nothing,” she lied, a few tears trickling down her face.

“Are you sure?” He pressed, taking off his glasses and tucking them into his shirt pocket. He tried to look into her eyes but she turned her head away.

She was so upset with herself for ruining the moment. Stupid thoughts. Stupid brain having to think those things instead of just letting her enjoy what was happening.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she sniffed, straightening herself out. “I- I should probably start packing anyways.”

“It’s pretty late already,” Walter reminded her. “You should get some rest instead, your apartment will be there tomorrow night.”

Y/n nodded, “Yeah, you’re right.”

Walter watched as she retreated upstairs back to the guest room. Sighing heavily, he removed his tie and finished unbuttoning his shirt and headed for his bedroom. He placed his glasses on the nightstand, then removed his shirt and tie resting them on the back of the chair.

He collapsed onto his bed, rubbing his face with both of his hands as he wondered about what went wrong.

…

Y/n stood in the middle of her apartment, something was off, she couldn’t put a finger on it, but it was like things weren’t exactly where she had left them while she was gone. It had been bugging her since last night, she kept tossing and turning, mind racing wondering what it was that was giving her the creeps.

It had to be her imagination, right?

She cautiously paced around, studying every little inch of her home. Nothing seemed to be missing, so it’s not like she had been robbed, and it’s not like the place had been trashed either.

She tried to rationalize it, explaining to herself that being back just felt odd because of how much she enjoyed staying with Walter, almost as if her subconscious was making up excuses.

But as she looked closer at the framed pictures displayed on her bookshelf, she could see that they had all been slightly moved. There were faint lines she could see through the thin layer of surrounding dust.

God, she had to be going crazy, rubbing her head she tried to recall if she had moved them recently, because that would make sense, it had to be that. It would be completely insane to believe that someone snuck into her apartment just to move around her photographs.

Y/n took a few deep breaths and tried to ignore the violating feeling, and go on with her evening. She did admit to herself that she was tempted to call Walter, but he was still at work. She knew that just speaking with him would make her feel safer, but she’d feel like such an idiot if nothing was actually wrong.

She bit her nail, now examining her bedroom. Her eyes darted from wall to wall, searching for anything out of place. But nothing was jumping out at her. Maybe she really was just being paranoid.

Walking around her bed, she paused feeling something unfamiliar under her barefoot. Stepping back, she crouched down, fingers feeling around the plush carpet until she found whatever she had stepped on, a cigarette butt.

Where did it come from? Her skin crawled, staring at it in the palm of her hand.

Despite the fact that her suspicions were confirmed about a stranger having recently been in her home, the evidence only made her more upset. Breathing fast, she stumbled back into her living room grabbing her phone and dialing Walter’s number.

…

Walter was sitting at a long wooden table, half listening to his colleagues as he looked over the paperwork relating to their meeting. The voices around him seemed to drone on and on, becoming white noise in the background.

Suddenly, his cellphone rang, breaking the monotony. He gave the people around him a quick look of apology as he pulled his phone out from his pocket to ignore the call, only to change his mind when he recognized the number.

“Excuse me,” Walter cleared his throat and rose to his feet. “But I need to take this.”

Stepping into the hall, he finally answered. “Hey, is everything alright?”

“I-I’m not sure,” y/n said uneasily. “But I think someone has been in my apartment, at first I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me but I found a cigarette butt… I don’t smoke… I don’t know anyone who does, I don’t know how it got here. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“It’s going to be alright,” Walter said in a calm voice, listening to her sniffling on the other end. “Do you still have the spare key to my apartment?”

“Um, yeah, I do.”

“Good, why don’t you go to my place? When I get home we can both go to your apartment and figure out what’s going on.”

“Okay,” y/n sniffed. “I can do that.”

“Alright, I’m going to see if I can get out of this meeting, I’ll see you soon.”

…

When Walter arrived home and found the door to his apartment still locked, he knew something wasn’t right. Opening the door only confirmed his suspicions, instead of being greeted by y/n, he walked into a dark empty apartment.

He could hear his heartbeat, hammering in his ears as his mind went straight to the worst case scenario… Did they get the wrong guy?

Immediately, he raced back to his car. In a reckless fashion, he backed up and sped out of the parking garage.

Swerving through traffic, he called her phone only to toss it on the passenger side seat when all he got was her answering machine. He inhaled deeply through his nose, his jaw clenched tightly as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

“There’s still time,” he muttered to himself, he had to stay somewhat level headed if he was going to be of any help to y/n.

Going over the details of the crimes in his head, he knew the killer usually kept his victims alive for roughly 24 hours. He had just spoken to y/n an hour ago.

In all the cases there were no signs of a break in, suggesting that the killer either had access to their homes or was someone people trusted.

“She’s fine, she’s going to be okay.”

The victims were killed in their own homes, which meant that y/n should still be in her apartment. He just needed to get there. His foot pressed the gas pedal harder, not caring at all about how fast he was going.

The wheels of the car screeched as Walter took a sharp turn right.

Finally reaching her apartment building, he put his car in park. He didn’t bother with the elevator, running past it towards the stairwell.

As he climbed the stairs, Walter had an inner monologue, convincing himself that he wasn’t going to hold back any longer, that life was too short for him to take this relationship so slow.

He promised himself that he would ask y/n to move in, who cares if they’ve only known each other for a few months, if it makes them both happy, then why not? And they were going to go on that trip, any trip to anywhere, a road-trip, a cruise, it didn’t matter. He would take a whole week off and spend each day with her.

He was going to take advantage of this opportunity, this possibility to have a life with someone he cares about, to have a life outside of his work. He figured this was a lesson worth learning twice, to not pass up or wait too long on the things he wants.

It didn’t matter if their relationship lasted for the rest of his life or just a few years, it would simply be worth it in the end.

Walter unlatched his holster when he reached her floor, his fingers curling around the grip as he removed his gun. His hands were steady as he approached her door at the end of the hall.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, side pressed against the wall as he listened near the door. It was quiet on the other side, which could be a good thing or bad.

Cautiously, he tested the knob, and just like he assumed, it was locked. Without wasting more time, he kicked the door open. Doors and locks could be fixed after all.

Creeping into the living room, he immediately noticed the scattered items and broken trinkets. His eyes scanned the room, hoping his loud entrance hadn’t forced the attacker’s hand into doing something rash.

The door to her bedroom was ajar, pushing the door open further, he saw y/n with her hands and feet bound and tape over her mouth. Seeing him in the doorway reignited her efforts as she struggled against the restraints.

As he attempted to crouch down beside her to help, he was blindsided, his back hitting the floor as he was tackled by the assailant. Walter’s gun fell from his hand, landing beside him on the carpet.

His attacker took advantage of his disoriented state, landing several blows before Walter recovered.

Grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt as he swung his fist, hitting him square in the jaw. Quickly, Walter reached out for his gun, his index finger curling around the trigger as he fired.

The killer fell over unceremoniously, dying from a single bullet wound to the head.

Walter stepped over him, immediately returning to y/n’s side as he untied her wrists and ankles. He held her, her body trembling as she sobbed, soon sirens could be heard as emergency vehicles arrived.

The street outside of y/n’s apartment was glowing now with red and blue lights. She was sitting in the back of an ambulance with a fleece blanket wrapped around her frame. Her eyes closely followed Walter as he discussed the situation with the officers who arrived at the scene.

Several concerned and nosy neighbors had made their way out of their homes to figure out what was going on. Calm and authoritative, Walter took control, quickly shutting down the prying questions being asked by civilians and directing the officers and agents on what to do before approaching the paramedics.

His stern expression softened when he saw y/n. He leaned against the vehicle beside her. “The paramedics say you are free to go.”

Fear crossed her face at the thought of returning home, there’s no way in hell she was ready to set foot back into that apartment, especially not alone.

Walter looked at his feet and rubbed his head, “I was thinking, it would be best if you came home with me, unless there’s another place you’d like to stay.”

Her eyes went wide at the offer, but she rapidly nodded her head.

“I think they’ve got it from here,” he commented, watching for a moment. “Let’s get going.”

Carefully getting back on her feet, Walter wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her towards his car.

The drive was quiet, his eyes focused on the road making sure to get them home in one piece, while y/n buried her head against his shoulder, hand clutching the front of his shirt.

Without turning his head, he placed his hand over hers, trying his best to console her. His thumb stroked over the back of her hand for the remainder of the drive.

She clung to him as they walked from the parking garage to his home.

“Not that I mind being close with you, but walking up the stairs might be a challenge,” he said trying to lighten up the mood.

She smiled, her first smile since all this went down.

They opted for the elevator as they were both physically exhausted. When the doors opened and they entered, Walter pulled her into an embrace.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her, kissing her forehead. She whimpered a little as he cradled her against him, but she soon composed herself when the elevator dinged.

Stepping into his apartment, she felt relieved, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she went into the familiar space.

Walter’s fingers reached out and hooked around hers. Y/n didn’t question him as he led her upstairs to his bedroom.

He released her hand and headed directly toward the attached bathroom, leaving her to stand awkwardly in the middle of his bedroom. His room, similar to the rest of the house, was sleek and minimal. He had a desk in the corner, a large bed with matching nightstands, and opposite of the bed was a TV stand.

She jumped as she heard the shower being turned on, full blast.

“You should take a shower, it’ll help,” Walter said, emerging from the bathroom. “The water should be warm enough now.”

He retrieved his bathrobe from the hook on the back of the door and handed it to her. She slowly walked towards the bathroom, but hesitated, turning back around and looking at him.

“I’ll be right here,” he promised.

Y/n closed the door, leaving it unlocked. The small room was already steamy thanks to the hot water. She placed the bathrobe on the sink counter, before taking off her clothes.

Alone, she noted that everything she did seemed slower, like she was moving in slow motion. Everything that happened earlier seemed like a blur, it all happened so fast.

She recalled getting off the phone with Walter, and how valid she had felt after the call knowing that he believed her. Before she even had a chance to grab her purse she was attacked. She remembers trying to fight back, grabbing whatever was in reach but it wasn’t enough.

Y/n closed her eyes tightly fighting back tears as she stood underneath the hot water.

…

Walter stretched his arms above his head, but then drew them back down, wincing as he realized how sore he was. As he removed his suit, he saw bruises along his back and ribs beginning to form. He didn’t remember getting hit so hard, but he was probably running on adrenaline for most of that fight.

Pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms, he sat on the edge of his bed and placed his glasses on the nightstand. He stared at the closed door, resting his elbows on his knees.

He considered going downstairs just long enough to make y/n a warm cup of tea or hot chocolate, but remembered that he promised he’d be right outside the bathroom waiting for her.

The minutes ticked by slowly as he waited. His mind returned to all those thoughts that had gone through his head when he rushed up to y/n’s apartment. He was still determined to act upon them, but probably not tonight. Today was already overwhelming enough for her.

He raised his eyes as he heard the door open. Y/n’s hair was still wet, her arms wrapped around herself while dressed in his bathrobe.

Even with the remaining drops of water from the shower, Walter could tell y/n had been crying. He figured that she would be a walking bundle of nerves and would need to be treated gently as she recovered, despite whatever brave face she was putting on.

Thanks to his position and military experience, surviving life threatening scenarios had become somewhat routine, but he could still recall how it was after the first time, the jitteriness, the feeling of being on the brink of spiraling, but most of all he knew how important it was to stay with her. It was too easy to get caught in the web of that moment, reliving it, and cycling through every moment.

“Need anything?” He asked.

She shook her head.

“You sure? I was thinking about making myself a cup of hot chocolate.”

She smiled, “That does sound nice.”

Even though he told her that she could wait in the room, she still followed him into the kitchen. She watched him gather the ingredients and mugs from the cabinets.

Her eyes widened as she noticed the red splotches on his back under the bright kitchen lights.

“You’re hurt,” she mumbled.

“I’m fine,” he replied. “Nothing broken, just a little sore.”

She frowned and almost as if he could read her thoughts, Walter continued. “This isn’t your fault, none of what happened today is your fault.”

He handed her a mug, holding it with both hands, y/n felt the warmth permeating her cool skin.

“Thank you.”

“C’mon let’s get to bed,” he nodded towards the stairs.

“Together?” She asked, her heart skipping a beat.

“If that’s alright with you,” Walter added, shrugging his shoulders. “I just assumed you wouldn’t want to be alone right now.”

“Yeah,” she confirmed quietly, not at all surprised by his thoughtfulness this entire evening. “You’re right.”

Sitting on his bed, they idly sipped on hot chocolate while flipping through TV channels before settling on Seinfeld reruns.

This was nice, an unexpected ending to such a horrible day. Y/n looked at Walter from the corner of her eye, his legs were crossed, arms resting over his stomach, chuckling dryly over some joke, his half-full cup sitting on the nightstand forgotten. It was strange how these mundane and simple moments with him brought her so much joy.

If only all days could end with hot chocolate, late night television, and Walter by her side.

Setting her empty cup on the nightstand next to her, y/n laid back on the bed, her head resting against Walter’s shoulder. Reaching over, he turned off the lamp, but left the TV on.

Having her near like this felt right, like that empty space in his bed for the last couple of years was waiting for her to fill it. It was the same with his life, it was fuller with her around. He probably laughed and smiled more these past few months than he had the entire year.

“What do you think about making this arrangement permanent?” Walter asked suddenly, even surprising himself.

Y/n lifted her head, looking him in the eye, “You mean like us living together?”

“We can bring your stuff over from your apartment here,” he elaborated. “I’m willing to part with some things to make room for yours, you can even redecorate the place, I don’t really have an eye for that sort of thing anyways.”

She stared at him in disbelief.

“I know that we’re still in the early stages of our relationship but I honestly think that this could work-“

“Yes,” Y/n practically shrieked, some of her liveliness returning to her. She bounced practically on top of him, her hands on his shoulders. “Yes, I’d love that,” she repeated more calmly.

Walter smiled, “Then it’s settled, we’re roommates.”

Her hands moved to his face, cupping his cheeks as leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss was sweet and slow, it wasn’t motivated by lust like the kisses they had shared a couple of days ago, but instead was an expression of her pure affection.

She lowered her head onto his chest, his hand lazily drawing circles on her back.

Deciding to go all in, Walter asked another question. “How about we go on a trip next month? Somewhere quiet and relaxing.”

She nuzzled against his chest, he could feel her smiling on his skin. “Or we could just stay here… not leave the apartment or your bedroom at all for a whole week.”

“We can do that too, if I recall you’re starting your break soon and I’ve got plenty of vacation time saved up… we could do both.”

They discussed plans for the near future into the early morning, until y/n finally fell asleep, her head tucked under his chin, both of her hands pressed against his chest with his arms securely wrapped around her.

…

It was quiet, so quiet compared to the usual city noises that y/n was so accustomed to, no horns honking or constant traffic outside, here there was only the occasional bird or rustling from the wind.

Pushing the curtain open she looked out onto the lake, the morning sun reflecting on the calm waves. She couldn’t be happier with her and Walter’s choice. The cabin was reclusive and cozy, surrounded by tall evergreens. It provided lots of privacy, giving the illusion that it was just her and him all the way out here.

She closed her eyes, leaning back against Walter as he peppered kisses along her bare shoulder. His lips moved up towards her ear, giving her lobe a gentle tug with his teeth, before he whispered in her ear.

“Come back to bed,” he breathed, his voice low and deep.

Y/n laughed, twisting around to face him, they had already spent the day before in bed and it seemed as though he had the same plans for today.

“What about all those things you wanted to do, the fishing and the hiking and all of that?”

“We’ve got plenty of time,” he murmured, gripping her chin and leaning forward, capturing her lips in a kiss.

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck as she reciprocated, her soft lips pressing against his just as eagerly. The sheet she was using for modesty’s sake, slipped off her form, pooling around her feet.

Without breaking the kiss, he took a few steps back, successfully leading her back to the bed. When his legs hit the mattress, he sat down pulling her along with him.

Y/n smiled against his lips, now straddling his thighs with her knees on both sides of him, resting on the edge of the bed. His large hands were on her hips, helping to hold her up.

Her breath hitched as he sucked on the nape of her neck. Over the last few weeks he had become somewhat of an expert on her body, catching on quickly to what she liked and how to make her squirm.

Her hips rocked against him, causing him to hiss, his cock hardening underneath her. His fingertips pressed down firmly on her skin as she continued. Her body was so warm, soft, he loved the feeling of her skin under his hands.

With ease Walter flipped her over onto her back and climbed on top of her. His hands caressed her sides leaving a trail of goosebumps as they traveled lower.

Her back arched when his fingers delved between her folds, stroking and circling over her clit. She moaned, desperate to be filled after his teasing.

His hand moved to his crotch, slowly stroking his cock. He teased her slit with the head before easing it into her needy cunt. Leisurely, he began moving his hips, rocking in and out of her.

Looking down at her, chest rising and falling, he was reminded how crazy he is over her.

Cupping her cheek, he kissed her again, his tongue sliding over her bottom lip, urging her lips to part. Her mouth parted and her tongue met his. He hummed, leaning further down as the kiss became more passionate.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, encouraging him to fuck her deeper. She was so hot, wet, and felt so good. He furrowed his brow, focusing on how pleasurable it was being inside of her, but he was determined to make her cum first.

Y/n gripped his back, nails digging into his skin, writhing as she got closer to her own release.

He increased his pace, thrusting harder and faster. Soon Walter was panting, his warm breath fanning over her sweaty skin. His arms firmly placed by her head as he held himself up.

She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as she came. Her legs around him tightened, holding him in place as her walls spasmed around his cock.

Y/n continued to writhe while Walter resumed moving his hips. His thrust became erratic as he neared his own climax. His fingers curled around the sheet as he finally came.

He hovered in place, catching his breath before falling onto his back beside her. The only sounds in the entire cabin were them breathing as they basked in the afterglow.

“Better than fishing?” Y/n asked playfully, rolling over onto her side, one of her legs draping over his.

Walter hummed in agreement, while placing his hand over hers and bringing it to his chest.

She giggled, “We could’ve just stayed home, y’know, to do this?”

He peeked an eye open, “And miss out on all this peace and quiet? We still have 5 more days, we’ll get around to other stuff eventually, and who cares if we don’t…. It’s our vacation.”

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cray-cray-anime · 1 year

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Mikey and coffee

Ik it's already kinda canon that mikey has adhd (and tho some would say all the boys are nd which like I wouldn't mind).

And ik adhd ppl can actually get sleepy from energy drinks/caffeine/coffee

And I just imagine that since mikey is already hyper and the youngest, the others will do everything to keep him away from anything caffeinated. Which they usually just distract him from it weather it's jupiter jim or a sweet.

But mikey is determined cos damn it everyone has had it and have you seen the pictures online, some with whipped creams and drizzles and latte art!

But how he gonna get that coffee?

My best guess is cassandra. She's chaotic force meeting chaotic force. Ofc she wants to see what happens and mikey might bribe her w either really good food or...mystic weapons (w both donnie and barry he could probably snatch smth)

Ofc mikey gets smth like frappacino w a shot and drizzle of every flavour the shop has w whipped cream (and cassandra being cassandra gets extra shots of expresso). And he takes a pic of his coffee cos if he doesn't get another chance. He makes sure he's alone before finally taking a sip and just in awe tho he's realising perhaps every flavour was too much.

Tho he can hear someone coming and now he chugging this concoction. His brothers and april pull up wondering why the heck is cassandra hanging w mikey.

Only stop in shock and horror at the sight of the coffee cup and immediately flung out the almost empty cup on the floor w donnie shooting lasers at it, raph smashing the cup, april and leo freaking over mikey while cassandra laughs in the background (tho she stops as the others shoot an accusatory glare at her which she just yeets away).

They're walking back into the lair scolding mikey and cassandra, worried mikey is gonna be on a whole new level of hyper and may have to do a check up cos what happens if his body can't handle it (esp when the find extra expresso shots in it).

But instead mikey very vocal defenses on why he done it dwindles to grumbles and whining and then just quiet until eventually he's back at the lair slouched.

Now they're worried that they might have been too harsh and upset him and try to make it clear that they're just worried.

But instead find mikey looking drowsy and actually saying he's tired and ready to sleep...at 7pm.

Now the whole fam is freaking for another reason cos he shouldn't be tired and rushing him to medbay cos that's it he's dying. But everything is come back normal and mikey is just...sleepy.

Mikey not really caring for his family shenanigans goes to bed (or hammock) while they try to firgure out what's going on (ofc donnie will be the one to find out and explain)

Alternatively, mikey gets a pack of energy drinks and chugs them as his family watch in horror

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neonhairspray · 10 months

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Tonight's dream was *chef's kiss*, because it had an interesting concept & some very cool characters. Let me explain:

I had a hard choice to make & I think it was between staying with a man that wanted to marry me & start a family OR breaking up & moving in with my friend, trying to heal my broken heart & soul. I say "I think", because I do not remember the very beginning of it tho I know that something happened, but I forgot it.

At first I could clearly see that I had chosen to stay with the guy who wanted to marry me. Ewan enters the stage, he was that guy. We lived in one of those old houses that in 1800 or so belonged to a wealthy family & it was made into apartment in recent times. You do not share anything with other inhabitants except for a hallway and a common entrance. I hope you get the picture?

Our place looked lovely & there was a garden outside our windows, different trees and bushes as well as a few old gazebos that were not in the best condition. Sometimes Ewan would get very sad, it felt as if he was very traumatized by something. I remeber having him in my arms, stroking his hair and whispering that it's ok, I'm here. He was very loving, actually. Such a selfless and sincere guy (I know there was a moment when he said "You finish first, you are the priority" and....) However, he wanted to start a family so bad. He even cried & went to a garden outside, saying that he never had a normal family & all he wants is to have one of his own. To have babies.

There's a hole after this episode as I do not remember anything more, but the next image is him, sitting by the same window & holding a child in his hands. Rocking the little bundle slowly & looking in awe. But then there is me... and I feel so miserable. This man that I love & that human he's looking at, so enamored... It's like they are so distant & the whole image is even a bit disgusting to me (why?? I have no idea...) I remember feeling defeated. The last thing that had stayed in my memory is that I was sitting with that baby, Ewan kissing my shoulder while saying "thank you for this life you've given birth to"... but me wanting him to shut up, tears coming to my eyes. I know I was thinking that how strange it is that we never met our neighbors tho. Two apartments were taken & I've heard voices as well as people coming in and out, but never seen them...

Then! My memory cuts to a very similar apartment tho not as spacious & probably with more small spaces instead of big one. I am in what appears to be my room, laying on a big bed with closed curtains & face damp from crying. It's dark and I am feeling so low & hopeless... An unknown woman with a bubbly personality opens the door and says something like "angel, you need to eat". I guess she's my flatmate? Cue to her laughing in her room (a tiny one) as she says we should have to go upstairs & visit our neighbors. Which probably means we were living on the first floor & they had an apartment in the attic. I agreed and we meet two older ladies who are widows & living together in this small, but very cozy place. They have a big window, floor to the ceiling, and the view is quite interesting: there are a few big trees, another apartment complex & a shop (now... this does not sound logic, because we only see a small park outside our windows & it does not seem like there are more houses around, but that's a dream so f*ck the logic lol). They say that they have their evening tea and watch outside the window, it's their favorite activity. We get along very well & I know that we develop a habit of helping them a bit: my flatmate brings them newspapers and fresh bread every morning whereas I buy groceries for them once or twice a week.

Later a guy starts helping me out while buying groceries & I start developing feelings for him. I don't see his face, but the feeling is so.. I don't know how else to describe it, it's like something is blooming inside of me. What is worse is that he's the grandson of one of the ladies & they somehow know about the feelings I'm developing. Me? I'm trying to push these feelings away, because I'm convinced that it's one sided & it would only bring me pain. Then there's a blank space once again as I don't remember anything and the next memory is that I am writing about how I'm feeling about the guy in my notebook when the lovely flatmate asks me to help her with something. After that I come to my room & there he sits, with his jeans only & a towel on his shoulders... the guy I'm developing feelings for. I see his face for the first time and it's no other than my local dude Arnas. Worst part? He's looking at me while holding that notebook in his hands. I swear I could feel my heart dropping to my feet, a cold sweat running through my spine... because he'd read what I have written. About him. Even in the dream it felt horrible... Somehow I ask him why is he there & he says that there's no hot water in his grandma's apartment tho he was ready to go to shower. So the old lady asked him to go to our flat and ask if we have the same problem. Yet I still stay there, horrified and ashamed that he found out about my feelings. But to my surprise he smiles, comes closer & slowly hugs me in a way that I can feel his whole body (I know I felt his firm chest with my nipples despite the fact that I had a t shirt on). And from there things develop very quickly (he undresses me, telling that he's sorry for reading that page, but at the same time he's grateful, because he's been thinking about me almost all the time). I find myself under him, thinking that his skin is so soft & even physically feeling him... well, going at it. Last things I remember are him, looking me in the eye and asking "Ar tau viskas gerai?" (are you ok?) and "neskauda? ar tau patogu?" (does it hurt? are you comfortable?) *

It's kinda funny that he spoke to me in our language since I never hear it in my dreams.

The craziest part: The reason I didn't see my neighbors when I was living my life with Ewan is because... it was me living with the flatmate & older ladies upstairs. A. k. a. my life if I had chosen to end things with Ewan. Basically living my parallel life next door to myself, in an alternate universe. I mean... 👀

*p. s. this specific part made me kinda emotional & I know exactly why... but I won't elaborate on this.

p. s. 2. No, but it would really make an interesting movie scenario!

#i'm still feeling the aftermath of this dream...#and specific emotions #this was wild to be honest #personal

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eboshishusbandwinkwink · 3 months

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Best friend!Argyle x male!reader x Eddie

Warning(s): weed use, threesome, makeout, hickeys, hinting of Argyle fucking you (wink wonk),

Summary: A magical encounter where your best friend fucks you in front of your crush w/o realizing that you're in love with that guy. And suddenly HE joined the two of you. (Not gonna write full smut, tho bc I'm too tired for this)

✨️MINORS DNIIIIII✨️

Feel free to request:

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You raised your eyebrow at Argyle before crossing your arms lightly. "So... he's buying from you to test yours and you're buying from him to test his? That... sounds stupid but also smart."

Your statement made Argyle laugh his usual, goofy laugh as he nodded softly. "Yeah, well, it's not exactly buying since he rolled one for me, I rolled one for him, and we're basically just exchanging them."

You scoffed as you sat back in the van seat. "And I have to be there without getting anything? Rude."

That, theoretically, was a wrong statement in several ways.

One, you were quite happy to come along. Argyle was basically your safe place and you'd never complain about being with him.

Two, he'd share with you either way. He cherishes you more than himself, and that surely has to mean something. If it put a smile on your dlface, he'd give you wvery bit of weed he has for free.

Three, you got a chance to see your crush and even speak to him. There was no way you'd ever miss out on a chance like that... even if you were really fucking shy and would probably only stand in the back whole they talk.

Argyle leaned over to pat your shoulder lightly. "Don't worry, my dude. You know, I'll always share with you if you really want somd."

You chuckled and nodded softly. "I know, and I appreciate that."

Your eyes glanced over st Argyle for a small moment. You weren't in love with him, no way. Your full heart belonged to Eddie, but considering that you felt you had no chance either him anyway, you would totally have sex with Argyle, just to see what happens.

Though, thinking about it now, you weren't even sure if you could take him. You were half his size and a virgin. Chances were low that you could handle him. You'd never seen him naked before, but you were damn sure he was packing and not just a little.

You sighed as your eyes closed and a picture flicked into your mind. A picture that had your face growing a deep shade of red and had you closing your legs in fear of an unwanted boner appearing. Though, to your luck, it didn't.

Once you were at the trailer park, you were the first to jump out of the van, pacing around nervously while Argyle got his stuff out, in case Eddie would want more later on.

Once both of you were ready, you grabbed your denim jacket from the van so Argyle could close it before walking after him, towards Eddies trailer.

You asked Argyle to wait for a moment, so you could mentally prepare, but once you were ready, you allowed him to finally knock on the door.

A few sounds of someone falling and a soft "shit" were audible from within the trailer before the door opened. Saying your mouth went dry was what you saw was a mega understatement.

Before you stood Eddie, shirtless. S H I R T L E S S. His pale, bare chest being in direct sight for you.

You swallowed hard as Eddie chuckled and apologized before letting the two of you in. The first thing you noticed was a bunch of CDs spread all over the floor.

"Ignore those.", Eddie mumbled nervously. "I kinda ran into the counter and knocked them all over."

Argyle listened to the request, but seeing them step over the CDs made you feel all weird, so you just crouched down to pick them up.

You placed them back on the counter just to see Eddie staring at you when you looked up again. He gave you a small smile before he disappeared into the next part of the trailer.

Argyle followed close behind Eddie, and you didn't let them wait long either. Your eyes scanned the room slowly.

It wasn't really dirty, but neither was it very clean. It was just... like a teenagers room was. Messy in a organized way.

Your eyes fell onto a stack of magazines on the floor. The top one had a woman on it, who only wore very short clothing. You looked away quickly since seeing it somehow made your heart ache.

You took in a deep breath to relax but stopped mid-inhale as you took in the scent of Eddies room. Of Eddie.

Argyle lightly nudged your arm, which made you looked up at him before you looked at Eddie, who now had a shirt on. "Huh? Did you talk to me?"

Eddie laughed wholeheartedly before nodding lightly. "Yes, indeed." He sat down on his bed. "I asked if you'll be smoking too and if you prefer Argyles or mine."

You gulped softly, unsure of what to say. On one hand, you didn't want to sound rude, but on the other hand, sharing a joint with Eddie sounded great.

Argyle put an arm around your shoulder gently and pointed his finger at your arm. "He's used to my weed so, to ensure he doesn't die, I'd say he smokes with you. Yknow, in case yours is stronger."

Your face turned a deep shade of red. You were actually about to share a joint with Eddie Munson, your crush for the past few months.

Eddie nodded and picked up the joint he'd made for Argyle, holding it to him. "Here ya go."

Your best friend grinned and took the joint just to replace it with the one he'd rolled himself. "Thanks, dude."

Argyle sat on the bed as well, both him and Eddie now leaning against the wall. The only problem was, he'd barely left enough space for you, which meant you wither had to squeeze up against Eddie or Argyle, and you knew damn well Argyle wanted you to squeeze up to Eddie.

Eddie pat the spot between them with a grin. "Sit, boy. Or you won't get any weed."

Your stomach twisted as you got onto the bed and sat between them, pulling your legs up against your chest with trembling hands.

You watched as Eddies lips settled around the filter of the joint and lit it, just to take the first few drags from it. Your throat dried out as your eyes focussed on his lips.

You were so focussed on the males lips that you didn't notice him grabbing your foot and straightening your legs. "Get comfortable, dude. No time to be tense here."

Your second leg followed suit as you received the joint in your trembling hands, taking a few drags. Finally, after a few minutes of passing it back and forth had passed, you felt yourself relaxing against the wall.

Eddies hand still hadn't left your leg, but you doubted that he had even noticed that, and you definitely weren't going to complain about him touching you.

You closed your eyes for a moment until you felt Eddies hand leave your leg as he stood up. "I'll be right back."

He handed the joint to you so you could finish it, which you did before squeezing it out in the ashtray, Argyle not taking much longer.

Said male soon leaned on you and put his arms around you. You found it funny how clingy he got when he was high. It wasn't always like this, but when it was, you loved it.

Your body reacted immediately when you felt Argyles lips on your cheek and jaw. You reached up to put your hand behind his head as you leaned against him.

"Your lips are so damn soft.", you said quietly and smiled when he attached himself to your neck, sucking soft kisses onto it and leaving small marks on it.

You slipped onto your back, and he crawled on top of you, leaving small kisses all over your neck. His hand slipped under your shirt and caressed your chest gently before placing his thumb on your nipple and circling it gently.

You gasped and ached your back gently as your legs tried to close, couldn't, though, because his legs were in the way.

Eventually, your shirt was off fully, and he was sucking softly on your sensitive skin. "Shit~ oh my god~", you moaned softly as your hands moved to his hair.

You flinched lightly when Eddie came back into the room, making Argyle pause for a moment.

You hid your face because, as high as you were, you couldn't help being shy and nervous about it. Argyle didn't really seem to care, though.

Your voice went high-pitched as you whined thanks to Argyle asking Eddie if he'd like to join. It happened again when Eddie agreed to join and got onto the bed.

You looked away from your best friend and your long-term crush as you were pulled up so Eddie could get behind you with ease.

His hands wrapped around your waist and rested on your lower belly while Argyle settled you into his arms before going right back to placing hickeys all over you.

Not even two minutes later, your shirt was off, and your pants had joined it on the floor. You started to feel something, but nothing good for that matter.

Your stomach twisted, reminding you how horribly insecure you were. You tried to cover yourself as you closed your eyes lightly, not allowing the two to go further.

Both stopped immediately, and the first to speak up was Eddie, pulling you into a soft embrace as he tried to get a look at your face. "What's wrong?"

You kept your eyes closed tightly as you replied to him. "D-Don't look at me."

Eddie paused for a moment before giving your head a small kiss. "But you're so pretty."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at the brunette, eyes wide with surprise. "W-What?"

Your behavior made Eddie smiled and he placed a kiss on your forehead this time. "You, (Y/n) (L/n), are fucking gorgeous. You always have been and always will be."

Your cheeks took on a deep shade of red as you stared up at him quietly. You looked down and slowly uncovered yourself, placing your arms beside you.

The twinge returned, but this time, it wasn't as bad. It got less and less when Eddie praised you again and again, calling you "Good boy" and "Handsome" without stopping.

A soft yelp escaped you when you felt a hand on your leg. It was Argyles slowly moving further and further up before his fingers hooked into your boxers and slowly pulled them down.

A few kisses were placed on your hips before his hand wrapped around your eager shaft. He then started stroking it softly which made your back arch with pleasure. "Fuck~"

Meanwhile, Eddie had started to kiss your neck while playing with your nipples. You weren't a virgin, but being touched in three spots at the same time was new to you too.

Your chest started to feel heavy in a good way while your neck burned from the constant kissing, biting, and sucking. Your legs were trembling from the quick pace of Argyles' hand, and the knot that was building in your belly felt like it would rip at any moment.

You squirmed as one hand of yours moved to take hold of Argyles arm, while the other one reached up to hold onto Eddie lightly.

Your moans were soft but lewd while the sounds of the two men kissing you and sucking on every part of your body were clearly audible to anyone who was in the room.

It didn't take you long for your body to cave in to the pleasure, so while you didn't want to cum, you couldn't hold back anymore and bucked your hand up into Argyles hand, a loud moan coming from you as your cum spread not only om Argyles hand but also your belly.

You gasped softly to calm your racing heart down as the two held you lightly, giving you comforting kisses all over.

"I think I should show ya what other pretty sounds (Y/n) can make." Argyle mumbled to which you let out an embarrassed whine.

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Masterlist 1:

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #x reader #eddie munson #argyle x reader #Argyle x Eddie #eddie munson x reader

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orleans-jester · 1 year

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For the Figaro and Willem honeymoon suite, Iain actually put a lot of thought into the characters of both of these people and what they would like rather than go researching what homeymoon suites tended to really look like. He could probably do the standard, but these weren’t standard people. They were friends. One of them being his best friend these days.

So what theme did he go with for it? Get the obvious pirate from Willem, and add in the macabre of Lovecraftian with Figaro’s love of horror, and the books that they had loaned him which were generally chilling. Rats in the Walls had him going a bit nutty for a few days. The two went quite well together, actually. Horror of the seas and all that.

The walls were all horizontal wooden planks, dark and polished like a ship that was recently prepped for the sea. Came with that fresh wood smell too, he made sure of that. Same with the floors. Solid gray oak. He actually went to the hardware store to pick it out. He was very diligent in his work. He didn’t skip any steps. Wasn’t going to disguise things like shadows in the corners.

The lights were lanterns, being strung up from the ceiling. The light switch turned them on like ordinary lights, but they gave the flicker that only flames could. They seemed to sway a little on their chains, like the room itself was moving. Like they were at sea. Other than that, the light sources were the windows, round, covered in thick black curtains. The view out of there was a storm over the sea, looking out to the city on the shore. Perhaps nothing like what most people would want on a honeymoon but this was Willem and Fig here. So of course he manipulated the view to include the large old God that this was inspired by. He could always change it if they didn’t like it, not a problem with that.

It was indeed a suite. The door opened up to the living area, with rich oxblood leather couches, barrel end tables with glass vases full of rose petals and potpourri to add some romance into it. Iain never questioned what their relationship was, especially since he knew that Willem and Livvy were still a thing. He just thought this whole thing was funny and wanted to be a part of it, so he would go a little cheesy with that sort of thing. Just a little. A thick trunk of a coffee table which opened up to reveal some kinky things that he somehow managed to order with a straight face, just assuming these two were going to find alternate uses. Flavoured condoms, a vibrating rainbow strap on, male chastity belt, a feather tickler, a crop, nipple clamps, fuzzy handcuffs of course, erotic dice, and even a pack of edible underwear. It was just hilarious. Especially when his dad saw the size of the package from the sex shop and his eyes nearly burst out of his head. All of that, along with a television that Iain bought for the purpose of mounting up, blending in with the wall seamlessly, a rug that had little skulls and crossbones and a couple of pictures framed and scattered throughout. Even a couple taken at the prom when they were both dressed up, in ornate frames, with little paper hearts around them.

Which then leads to a step up to the bedroom area. The same wood paneling and flooring all around. This was where the cheesiness was going to come in - the bed. It was big. And it had an obnoxiously large headboard with lights all around it, heart shaped. And then below that, between the bed and the heart, was a heart shaped mirror so the two could see what was going on if they were getting it on. Such a funny image. The sheets were all silk, the pillows were black, and the blankets were warm and velvet, striped in different shades of red and black. A little pile of skull candles on one of the barrel end-tables and a tentacle sticking out of the other one, worming it’s way up around the metal heart with the lights to keep everything incorporated. Another full size mirror across from it, and a tentacle chandelier hanging from the ceiling, along with a couple of those lanterns.

The bathroom was the piece de resistance. There was the heart shaped bathtub, but it wasn’t the typical heart shape that most people knew and loved. It was quite large, almost more the size of a pool that people can get for their backyard, but that’s because it was shaped like an anatomical heart. And given how many bits and bobs tend to stick out of that, he wanted each of the atriums to have space to sit against. It was dark red in color, and included jets all around to make bubbles and massage. And because the inside was red, it added that gory aspect of looking a bit like blood which Figaro would love. The mirror above the sink was round, with a ship’s wheel typed frame around it. The sink had it’s own special features too, the outside of it looking like tentacles was holding it against the wall, like they were coming through and keeping it up. The toilet was - just an ordinary toilet, but just black to match with the rest of the decor.

There were little things here and there. A black mini-fridge with heart-shaped boxes of chocolates that were very hard to get this far away from Valentines Day but there it was, along with a very good bottle of wine. A stereo so they could play music. And even - this Iain would only let Willem know if he wanted to pass on the message, a little secret hideaway that could be accessed by moving one of the barrels against the wall for Hansel if he wanted to get in. Iain saw him get excited at the prospect of the door for Hook, figured this would be no different. A full suite that only takes up the size of one door.

#Honeymoon Suite

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i-lovethatforme · 2 years

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garden updates pls??? Some of my fav pictures

Ofc my beloved!

1. Frankie loving his life! I finally cut some hollyhock leaves bc they're taking OVER. I haven't been able to bc I named them Gi plants bc they're my faves (tho they're v tall and she's tiny so probably not my best move) so now I'm too sad to cut them down.

2. I got a foxglove bc I have tried to grow them from seed but they said NO. So I bought one 🤭 and a jasmine plant!

3. My lemon tree is doing its best xxxxxx

4. Tomtoms! Ripen when.

5. Jilly and I THRIVING!!!!!

6. Sweetpeas my beloved. There are only three plants!

7. Hydrangeas 🥰🥰🥰

8. Pretty babies.

9. This plant is so desperate to be on the floor I am begging for it to STAND UP. Like yes I'll repot it okay I get it.

#ask #gardentag #watch flowers grow with me... jess

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sodascribbles · 9 months

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yet more honor among thieves rambling. im watching a playthrough lol

WHAT does bentley throw at dr. m is it a sleep dart why does it explode WHY DOES HE THROW IT

"Sly, no! Hold on, Sly-- hold on!"

an elusive picture of slys mom (just her silhouette tho next to connors) and a picture of who i can only assume is connor, mcsweeney, and dr m...........

THE HATS TOO BIG FOR HIMMM

the cooky-steelin' plan (sobbing)

pls imagine something eloquent about the fact that we never see what connor really looks like in these "flashbacks"- presumably bc sly doesn't remember

slys leg pouch doesnt fully wrap around his leg ?? might just be the lighting tho.

i wonder abt their sources how DID they find out abt murray

i love that Octavio is the guy they call old. not bison. who is from the 1800s

im obsessed with just abt all the villain backstories

this playthrough doesnt have the hazard room and im deeply upset about it. as a matter of fact i might find one that DOES bc i love the banter wkfhhehd

...when DO you get to the hazard room? its before u start Opera isnt it ?? unclear

i will not find one w the hazard room unfortunately but i have switched to a 100% run out of curiosity

gotta be honest Italy is probably one of if not my favorite episode ever

DIMITRI HI BBG

you've got some FUZZY DICE to come round here

MAIN MAN MURRAY the way he says it is so good

AW WHAT THIS PLAYTHROUGH DOESNT DO ALL THE SILLY OPTIONS (i mean i understand why i just like the silly options)

i love that the captions capitalize Bro

fun fact if you take too long crawling around carmelita will just repeat the presentation bc she doesnt think they were paying attention lmao

i love the apes(?) insulting each other. "You look a lot better in the dark, Petro. Seriously, you are an ugly, ugly man."

why does dimitri have a cigarette in a jail cell

"keep your HANDS to YOURSELF leon."

in love with the way dimitri talks, as we all are.

whys he call murray a Plump Dog though that's uncalled for /j

"HELLO ASSORTED MEATHEADS! and lady C:"

she tells her men to grab him and Nobody Follows

theres a couple hitches that happen in between games that im incredibly curious about, e.i. murray becoming The Murray between 1 and 2 and inspector fox going from her little smile and "ill find you, cooper!" to "she grew up and stopped taking grief from guys like you" that happens between 2 and 3

"You can't keep running for the rest of your life!" WATCH ME

"Greetings, old-- iNSPECTOR FOX?!"

murray's spiritual outfit model is so fascinating to me

AUDGJAHDHS they make me feel emotions /pos

the venetian safehouse fascinates me the door opens straight to stairs and the actual safehouse part is on the top floor

"now as non-law operatives, we can take a more... head on approach. wE'RE GONNA BREAK IN--"

OH WAIT ITS THE HAZARD ROOM HELL YEAH <<33

in love w them they're the best duo ever /hj

"hey, don't feel bad! those wall hooks were... kinda tricky!" "it was ALL supposed to be tricky!"

the ceiling of the hazard room is.... fascinating

theres always a certain level of. oh jeez what's the word. playfulness? between early game sly and bentley. it always kinda sounds like they're both smiling and joking around w each other and it warms my heart

this will not be the first time i talk about it

once more with the caption choices. on-line is hyphenated

YOU GET: A PRIZE!

bentley just kills a man.mp4

"Alright, smooth talker, try robbing this guy." see the above about their banter and their dynamic

though to be fair sly and bentley usually have a vague kind of playful/bantery vibe. it's just incredibly palpable during Italy, probably because they're the only two characters in the spotlight and therefore they get to be explored more

ok hold on im gonna get food b4 i continue

one food break later...

okay im back

"You're not gonna say 'I'm a lover, not a fighter,' are you?" "Well, not now." "Thought so."

in love w bentley just sending a man to murder sly

how DID they get all these guards into the hazard room. where is the hazard room

WBYS THE GUARD JUST SCREAM

bentleys voice when he says "now give this guy the business" send post

AND HE GETS SO EXCITED WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT THE BOAT. and sly sounds just So amused with his "yeah?" hes so used to this bullshit

i hope you're ready for me to talk ceaselessly about sly and bentleys dynamic it's my favorite thing snfnebbfd

"Against sleeping guards, I'm like a Greek god! All fall before me!" hes so silly i love him

nerves of steel?? you have no nerves of steel you silly anxious goob

AND HE GETS SO EXCITED ABOUT THE PPP (pick pocket pole)

sly ALSO murders a man

bentleys wheelies heart emoji...

THE HUMBLE RECON PHOTO!!

"There you go, Bentley, some wonderful pinups for our refrigerator." "They're lovely. High art!" "Seriously?" "No."

i love that murray shows up on the menu before you get him back that's so funny to me

huh. do you need all the upgrades for 100%? ill find out

"The Don is headed toward your position." "Great! Want me to take him?" "No!"

sly vc DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL THAT GUY FOR YOU? /ref

gotta be honest bentley i think killing him would also put an end to this nonsense

"Never thought we'd be helping out the cops." "Reaally? You always seem eager to aid Inspector Fox."

bentley and murray calling out slys crush on carmelita is my favorite thing wjfhwbdbwd

octavio singin as he goes azKEKFHWHDB THE PERSON JUST GOT CAUGHT LMAO

"I got a SHADOW, huh???"

SLY you NEED TO BE QUIETER you aLERTED OCTAVIO TO YOUR PRESENCE

octavio just bodychecked a dude lmao

i love how angry bentley gets about the fish tank especially he gets SO MAD i love him

"I- I can't believe it! He flooded that aquarium with tar! All those poor, dead fish! As much as I hate to see what heinous crime this fiend will do next, you should probably keep on his tail. Someday, the people will know the truth due to your pictures!"

"all those poor, dead fish!" LMAO

ok I've been on a ferris wheel exactly one (1) time but im like 95% sure the cart would tilt w/ sly hanging onto it

octavios captions are SO slow akdbhwhdbd

AND BENTLEY GETS SO MAD ABOUT THE FERRIS WHEEL. and then proceeds to call rewiring it "the dark side of electrical engineering"

bwa BWA <- the sly 3 job complete noise

i really hated Into the Depths on my first playthrough but that was mostly bc i was still bad at the game i think. it's really not so bad

what is it with the stupid 3d goggles WHY do they exist weve never seen them before and we never see them (w the exclusion of cutscenes and maybe one or two mentions) again

okay ive never messed up the doors in my life but im very glad bentley doesnt make fun of you for it i think id cry

also he does his idle animations while talking which means that sometimes he sneezes mid sentence and its really funny. bentleys idle animations are so good in general tho

bentleys and the ones from the safehouses

OKAY SO I DIDNT KNOW THIS UNTIL EARLIER TODAY BUT OCTAVIO CALLS 3 GUYS (mario, raphael, and julius) TO COME SEE HIM AND SAYS "if any of you catch these boys make a run for it [cat noise) shoot 'em in the back"

BUT WHEN YOU SEE IN HIS OFFICE THERES ONLY 2 DUDES. IMPLYING ONE GOT SHOT IN THE BACK .

OH HE SAYS JULIUS MADE A RUN FOR IT. OKAY ("julius made a run for it, and eh... [unintelligible]") i cannot for the life of me figure out what else he says there oops. maybe ill go replay that mission later and find out for sure

i know that's not particularly groundbreaking all things considered but again i didnt know it until earlier today so

once more Bentley getting excited about murder

"Synchronize watches, and..." you fuckin nerd

"Just as long as you're enjoying yourself, that's the important thing." again w the affectionate sarcasm

sly and bentley are both very sarcastic usually as opposed to murray who's pretty heart on his sleeve straightforward kind of guy which is probably why this ep & the hazard room sticks out so much for the banter. again bc its JUST the two of them lol

"Sorry, Sly, I guess the dinosaur has teeth!"

i love knocking the pigeons into fire it's so much fun

you get to hear the same "Intruders!" line like 17 times

fuckin piano computer lookin ass

i wish bentley and murray (and the rest of the team, but bentley and murray especially) had a little bit more... idk. reasons to free roam? like with the options of them as playable characters you would assume there would be more things tailored to their unique skillsets but a lot of getting around the overworld is very sly-focused, which i guess i get, but it means theres really no reason to play as the others except for missions

DESPITE KNOWING THAT ITLL ONLY MAKE THINGS HARDER BENTLEY GOING OUT OF JIS WAY TO HELP SLY SAVE CARMELITA bawling

bentleys such a fucking dork have i said that already i think we need to call more attention to him being a fucking dork

fun fact if you repeatedly tap □/r1 your gun will heat up slower BUT your finger WILL hurt by the end of it

haha they're cooper brother colored (blue, green, & pink/red)

though tbf most trios are if you think about it. but shh cooper brothers

"I hope you realize that by saving Carmelita, we're only making our operation here more difficult." "Maybe so, but what's the fun in stealing if there's nobody trying to catch you? Besides, she's helped us out in the past." "That, and you've got a thing for her." "...and I've got a thing for her. Look, I'll stash this boat, it might be useful for later. You stay out of trouble."

again, bentley and murray calling him out on his crush is priceless and i wish they did it more w bentley and penelope WLFJJWJDHE

okay funny story it's a few weeks later things happened anyway. going back to watching honor among thieves lol

ill probably split this post up into a few posts just so this one isnt 18 million years long

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allisonlol · 2 years

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Can I request Dazai with a spacey sleepy s/o who often falls asleep randomly or sometimes just falls asleep leaning against other people in the ada randomly. Congrats on 1k btw :DD

a/n: thank you!! and yes ofc >.< i also added chuuya if that's ok <3

warnings: none..?

- 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 𝕤/𝕠

Dazai

adores you sm <3 thinks ur literally the cutest thing ever

dazai will be working (or rather pretending to work) when he’ll glance over to check on you, only to see that you’ve fallen asleep face-first on top of all the papers u were supposed to fill out

just smiles to himself before going back to his “work”, shooting glances your way every few minutes

probably snaps a picture to set as his phone lock screen first 🏃🏻‍♀️

but he’s not necessarily the best person for this bc he’ll let you stay asleep instead of waking u up to continue working 😭

so you better hope kunikida doesn’t walk in unless you like getting reprimanded 😒

low-key gets jealous when you fall asleep on someone else

^one time, you’d decided to take a lil nap with ur head on yosano’s shoulder

dazai, being the dramatic mf that he is, wasted no time in grabbing your arm & dragging you away from her

except u weren’t fully awake and literally fell over on your face ??

^yosano definitely smacked him for that

loves to blow off work & take mini nap sessions with you (ranpo sometimes joins as well)

y'all literally just go to an unused office room and fall asleep on the floor 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Chuuya

you can't tell me that this man isn't equally as exhausted and doesn't do the same thing sometimes lmao

so he truly doesn't mind when you randomly fall asleep out of nowhere; rather, he thinks it's super cute

totally understands too - the work you both do is tiring as hell after all

you tend to fall asleep in the passenger seat of the car after missions, and chuuya will just glance your way with a soft smile as he drives the two of you back to HQ

you also prefer to curl up in your desk chair and nap rather than doing the stacks of paperwork (and i don't blame you)

chuuya just sighs whenever he sees that you've done this again but will let you sleep

starts filling out the papers for you <3

will nudge your shoulder to wake you if mori or another executive is nearby so you don't get in trouble

isn't too fond of when you fall asleep on other people tho

especially kouyou or tachihara?? chuuya will immediately pull you away from them and insist that you should be sleeping with him instead

overprotective much?? 🤨

won't say anything if you fall asleep on gin tho since he's lowkey intimidated by her 🏃🏻‍♀️

plus she gives him the most evil and threatening glare if he makes any moves to wake you

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maizumis · 3 years

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—𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃

note: female reader ❕ lmao suna here is not only lazy, you gonna have smiley suna proud of his family because he would be like that hehe<3

— 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓

suna is the one to say ‘i don't want kids’ his whole life lmao

so why does he feels something on his chest when he sees you play with osamu’s daughter?

he got so shy when he asked you for a baby, full stuttering and blushing looking to the floor

you were waiting for that question though <3 who wouldn't be to be honest

so... he didn't wait for you to start ovulating, he is just hiting it raw every chance he had (everyday)

every time you got your period back he felt like punching the air, he felt as if your period was daring him to a race or sum

until one day it didn't came back <3 and you told him

bet he made you take the pregnancy test in the gas station because he couldn't wait to go home

yes, you would expect to be crying of happiness in his lap but it was the other way around

both of you barely fit on the passenger sit but he just wouldn't let go, he was a koala clinging at you body to be honest

even if crying he left a hickey on your neck because a baby isn't enough to mark you as his

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘

he snuggled– no, he smashed his face to your stomach to ‘bond with his kid’

rintaro, dear, you could caress and talk to the bump inteas of burying your face in it you know

either way, he didn't stop doing it so you better get along with it

has a folder in his phone that is named as ‘growing brat’

and of course, it was full of videos and pictures <3 lots of videos of the baby kicking

he love it's when you wear tighter shirt because he can see the bump, and everyone else could see the bump and also who helped with the baby making process

so proud of it

F your thighs when you two are driving somewhere because they are not getting more attention, his hand is strictly on your tummy.

he brags about his family to atsumu? yes, he does, and he is not gonna stop

‘have a baby on the way, couldn't be you’ watch his face when atsumu tell him he is gonna have a baby with his girlfriend lmao

he wouldn't like to know the gender until the baby is born, for the surprise of it

also a little strict with you activities

‘rin, I'm just gonna shower–’ ‘not on my watch’

— 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑

on the outside he seems pretty calm

good thing you know him long enough to see he is panicking

rip suna’s nails because he cants stop biting them

at labor he tried to record everything of course, until you screamed at him that if he keeps going you were gonna dump him

the phone flew to the floor, the screen is now probably broken but everything for the wifey

and yes you kept screaming to him, even if he was only encouraging you and taking your hand

he got traumatized when he saw how open was your pussy? yes, he can't stop thinking about it

so he makes sure to praise you, a lot. and if you struggle to do something after the baby is born he would just go ‘you can do it, remember how you pushed a baby put of your body’ and you just don't know if bonk him or just keep going

he got a baby boy :>

proud dada, posts at Instagram but not the face, something more like his little hand grabbing his finger or a close up of the little head on his chest

media went: crazy; everyone went crazy, as they should!

— 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

karma decided to pay him with a baby boy the same as atsumu? hell yes

suna’s face went dead when his son declared that uncle tsumu was his best friend

uncle tsumu: proud; he makes sure to spoil the best pretty often

suma Is súper happy that his son could bond with his friend though, he may like to trade atsumu but it's so grateful for him, maybe even more that he would like to admit

he wants his kid to have a good sleep schedule (I mean every father wants this)

but naps at least once a day are a must, not for him because he has grown adult things to do but to his child

little gremlin makes him and you nap with him tho ehehhe

kiddo is very possessive of you– would kiss you while looking to his father's eyes just to get a reaction out of him

family movie nights! as in going to the cinema late at night to see a fluffy movie, eating dinner after it and sleeping all together in the big bed <3

okay when he asked for a sister to protect because he saw a kid in school doing the same...

suna didn't gave you a break lmao, rip that pussy yeaaaaaah

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inactive-hcs · 2 years

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Hello! I see that request are open! Could you please write about Genos having a nightmare? so bad it wakes him up in middle of the night and he feels terrible and wants to cry, but tries to keep quiet to not wake up Saitama.

So he gets out of the apartment and calls his s/o looking for a little comfort to calm down, and his s/o is awake and tells him to spend the night at their place, but Genos doesn't want to leave his sensei, so instead they talk until the sunlight appears and Genos feels ok and thanks his s/o.

PLEASE! I am a simp for hurt comfort! And I love Genos!!!

YWS ABSOLUTELY, thanks for requesting something :D I‘ll try my best, feel free to critique me if it’s not that Good, I‘m practicing :3

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Genos x GN Reader

Hurt/Comfort

Potential TW: Nightmares, Trauma probably, slight mentions of gore and dead people (very briefly)

Night Terrors

It‘s been long since Genos had Nightmares. Especially ones that were as bad as this one. He couldn’t remember a time where he ever woke up in cold sweat, panting and trying to find something to hold onto like he does right now. He was surprised that he was even able to sweat. He quickly sits up at the edge of his bed, staring down at the floor while he slowly tries to gain back control over his shaky breathing. If he still had a heart, there would be a high chance that it was pounding in his chest right now. Whatever this was, it was fucking with him mentally, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. He closes his eyes and tries to re-imagine what he dreamed about. A few pictures flicker in his mind, vaguely taking shape as he tries to concentrate. And then, he sees it. The City he grew up in, shattered windows and destroyed houses, fire everywhere. Glass shards, blood, lifeless bodies laying around. Then there’s him, on the floor, bleeding out with no energy to yell for help, even tho he wish he could say something. Not able to move due to the fact that several of his bones were broken and his organs must’ve been severely damaged. But still, he was the only survivor. He quickly opens his eyes, the uneasy feeling only growing more and more inside of him. Genos feels like crying, throwing up, doing anything but remember that day. That terrible, traumatic day. Small drops of black oil appear in the corner of his eyes, but he quickly wipes them away before they have any chance to fall. He puts the thought aside and sighs, running his hand through his hair. He stares out of the window for a while before he stands up, causing his bed to creak a little under the loss of pressure. Silently, he moves to the door, grabbing the handle and quietly opening it. He‘s being extra careful to not wake his master under any circumstances. That’s the least thing he wishes to do. Burden his Sensei with anymore useless problems. The floor slightly groans underneath him, making him hesitate. He couldn’t just leave like that. His Sensei is important to him after all, and the thought of just disappearing makes him feel bad. He looks at Saitama‘s room door. Nothing. He looks down at the floor and carefully maneuvers through the hallway until he reaches the apartment door. He unlocks it effortlessly and steps outside, carefully closing the door behind him. He leans against the railing and looks up to the moon. It’s shining very brightly along with the millions of stars all around it. If he wasn’t feeling extremely horrible it would’ve probably helped to calm him down. But there‘s only one thing that he thinks might be worth doing right now. One thing that could make him feel better. At least he hopes it would. He reaches for his phone inside of his Pocket and calls his S/O. They effortlessly make him feel better all the time, so why not now? Despite the fact that it’s 2:40 AM, nothing should stop them from meeting up, right? He looks up into the night sky while holding the phone up to his ear. The stars shine very bright today. Almost in a taunting manner. He taps his foot a little out of nervousness, when finally his S/O picks up. "Genos… it’s like… 3AM or something… what’s wrong? Are you okay??" They ask, their voice filled with concern but also obviously with sleepiness. Genos lets out a loud sigh of relief upon hearing their voice "Thank god… listen, I‘m going to explain everything to you, but please… just don’t hang up..." "Of course not… why would I hang up?" They ask, causing him to chuckle a little "I‘m not sure… I guess I just don’t want to burden you." "You‘re never a burden to me… I think it’s great that you called me!" He hears them Shuffle around in their bed, probably sitting up. A click, they probably turned on the lamp on their nightstand. "So, tell me, what’s wrong Genos?"

He starts explaining everything, his horrible dream, what he felt after he woke up, just everything he feels and seems to find important right now. Y/N doesn’t interrupt him once, letting him talk for what feels like hours, even tho he was just talking for probably 10 minutes. After he‘s done he lets out a small sigh "And then I didn’t know what to do, so I just called you I guess… you’re the only person I really trust along with my Sensei after all." There‘s a few seconds of silence, but it doesn’t feel threatening or awkward at all. It’s just… a pleasant silence. It allows him to reorder his thoughts and calm down for a while, before Y/N decides to speak again. "Hey… That seems like some heavy stuff Genos…" they whisper, their voice filled with concern, but still managing to stay gentle and reassuring. "If you‘d like you can stay at my apartment for today! I wouldn’t have anything against you staying over." They day and he swears he can feel their smile through the cellphone.

For a minute, he actually considers it. He loves his S/O, they calm him down, everything about them is comforting to him. Not once have they judged him or thought of him as weird or hard to handle. He‘s a very serious man, and he knows that, but they still manage to keep a little fun in his life. Staying over wouldn’t be a bad idea. Their bed is probably really warm. They could snuggle up together while they rest their head on his chest and he gently caresses their head, twisting a strand of their hair between his fingers. But what about his Master? If he woke up and Genos was simply… gone. How would he react? Sure, he could just leave a note, but it still gives him an icky feeling in his stomach. "That‘s a very nice and tempting invitation, but I have to say no. Sorry. I can’t leave my Sensei in the middle of the night. Tomorrow is Sales day at the convenience store and I need to make sure we‘re on time." His response causes them to giggle a little, making his cheeks heat up a tiny bit. Oh how much he loves their little laughs.. "Alright whatever you say. We can just continue talking like this if you feel like it!" They say and he sighs in relief. They talk through the whole night, sharing some secrets, telling a few jokes and just having lots of fun in general. It works like a charm, and Genos ends up not feeling horrible anymore. Of course, the memories will never really fade, but his S/O makes everything easier. As he looks up he can see the soft orange poke the blue sky. The sun is already coming up. "Have we really talked this long??" Y/N asks, a small yawn leaving their mouth. "It seems so. You should try and get a little bit of sleep. I kept you up long." Genos mumbles and doesn’t take his eyes off of the artistic picture in the sky. What a sight it was. Y/N can be heard shifting around in their bed "Are you feeling better?" They ask and Genos smiles a little bit, even tho he knows that they can’t see it "Yeah I do. You really got me through the night. Thank you for always being there for me. You’re amazing." He whispers and turns around to walk back inside the apartment "Alright Babe, take care okay? And call me if anything happens! Love you!" They say, their voice obviously sounding tired. Before they can hang up he replies with an 'Love you too.', causing his S/O to smile on the other line. He puts his phone into his pocket and opens the door, walking back inside the apartment while the orange sky kisses the Night.

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Heyyy I hope you liked it! I tried my best to make it long and I think it’s an actual decent size! If you have any criticism feel free to drop it in my DMs! I also think I accidentally messed up the prompt cuz I had to rewrite it 3 times cuz my brain didn’t process the request 👹 Oh well, it’s too late now. Have a nice day/night and remember to drink some water! <3

#one punch man x reader #one punch man #Opm #genos #genos opm #genos x reader

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Hey there Savi.. could i request a kou,mitsuba and tsukasa x reader where their s/o gets bullied alot?? I've been struggling with it recently and now that school is going to start again im dreading it .. thank you in advance <3

kou minamoto x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader, tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: of course!! I’m really sorry that you’ve had experiences like that, but I also genuinely hope that this year will be better! You’ve got this-!! And don’t be afraid to ask for help <3 you’re so so welcome, tho I’m sure schools probably started by now, therefore I’m super sorry for the time this took- and thank you so much for requesting <3

Waaaaaah i’m also sorry if it’s OOC, cos I know Tsukasa’s at least is;;; writer’s block is aaaaaaah-;; I’ve genuinely been writing this since September 19th,,,,

warnings: bullying

word count: 2,044

kou minamoto <3

You glanced at your phone screen, the date flashing up at you. It was depressing. Thoughts of previous years danced in your head, as you shut your phone back off. You currently stood outside of your school, “open house” finally over. School was starting back in just a few days. Your days of freedom could be counted on one hand… this was, by far, one of your least favorite times of the year.

“(Y/N)! Do you still want to walk to the park?” Kou questioned, running up beside you. You nodded, hoping that spending time with your boyfriend would get your mind off of school, and memories related to such. As the two of you began to walk, you could practically feel the question on the tip of Kou’s tongue. He always made himself rather obvious- his hands fidgeted a bit, his gaze lowering to the ground.

“Say, (Y/N)... you seem sad. Is it because school’s starting back?”

You thought for a moment, unsure of how to put it. He certainly wasn’t wrong…

“Yeah, that’s basically it… last year was just… not a good year, haha.”

“Oh? Well, I’m sure this one will be better!! If you want, we can make a list or something? All the bad things about last year can be something we change this year-!”

Despite bitterly knowing that it wasn’t exactly something within your realm of control, you laughed a bit. “That’s… insanely corny, Kou. I didn’t say a terrible idea- just… corny.”

When you glanced up at him, you noticed his red face, as he blurted out an excuse. A moment of fumbling over his words passed, before he gave up, glancing off to the side once more.

“Wh-whatever- I mean, just… like, tell me what’s wrong, if you want to. And I’ll try to help. Alright?”

“It’s really not something either of us can help, Kou.”

“So? I’m your boyfriend,” He seemed a bit embarrassed to say, most likely not used to pulling that sort of card, “If you don’t want to tell me, I can’t make you. But, if you’re alright with telling me, I want to know. Either way, I’m here for you...”

“Ah… I know it, Kou. Honestly, I just… dealt with some bullying last year, so I’m really not looking forward to this year. No matter how much I hear ‘oh, the bully does it to feel better about themself’, it’s just emotionally… hm, awful, you know?”

“Oh… I understand, (Y/N). I do remember some people picking on me, since I have a big brother like Teru- it’s not fun at all. Here!! I’ll stay with you, 24/7! Sit with me during classes, and I’ll hang out with you during free time!” “Thanks, Kou- but we probably won’t have every class together.”

“Then- just tell me if something happens during the class,” He spoke, crossing his arms rather seriously. “I’ll talk with the teacher! Easy peasy!!”

A moment passed, before Kou took your hand, looking at the ground, then back up with you. His eyebrows were furrowed just slightly, his eyes not as wide as they usually were. Kou was being serious- as serious as his sweet mind could let him be. He almost seemed to resemble his big brother even more- when the two were serious.

“If something happens, tell me, okay? I mean it. I don’t want this year to be bad for you- as your friend and boyfriend! Let me do what I can to help, alright?”

You blinked a bit. Kou’s words were so sincere, you felt your heart beat a bit quicker. “A-alright. Thank you, Kou. I really mean it.” You spoke, bringing the boy into a hug to hide whatever sort of expression you were making.

“Of course! You don’t need to thank me, (Y/N). I’m happy to try and help-!”

mitsuba sousuke <3

“(Y/N), if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll give you something to complain about.”

Ah, Mitsuba… he spoke, his arms crossed as he sat next to you, silently noticing your slightly disheveled clothes. Judging by the slightly down look you wore, too many things were now adding up. Something was bothering you, and he was bound and determined to find out what it was.

“Mitsuba, it’s okay, really. Here! Let’s eat, I’m starving!” You opened up your bento box, sliding one his way, and sticking the chopsticks into your mouth. Though you hummed happily, Mitsuba was… in Detective Mode, to put it lightheartedly. Your every move was being analyzed, as he tried his best to figure out what was wrong. Your eyebrows furrowed, as you swallowed a bit harder than usual.

“What’s the point of lying to me, dummy? If you aren’t hungry, it’s probably because whatever is bothering you is ruining your appetite. Talk to me. I’m serious.”

You sighed, feeling as if the food was stuck in your throat. Or maybe your throat simply felt as though it had a lump in it…? Either way, you were painfully aware of the unpleasant feeling. Along with the creeping suspicion that Mitsuba wasn’t going to leave this alone. Was he good at reading people?? Were you just easy to read…? Or maybe, he was just far too accustomed to the way you reacted to things. Able to focus in on the little things, especially when he wanted to. Perhaps it was the talent of a photographer? Being able to read the entire picture??

Perhaps you were thinking too much into it, desperate for a way to get your mind off of the things going on around you.

“I’m just… dealing with some stuff.”

“Well, duh. What kind of stuff?”

You kept your gaze glued to the floor, fiddling absentmindedly with the chopsticks. You knew you could confide in Mitsuba… yet, something about it felt practically impossible. What would happen if you told him? Could he do anything? He was merely a ghost…

“Oi, I asked a question. Listen, and listen well, you idiot- I know I can’t solve all your problems, but I can at least listen- which is what you’d better be doing right now. You listen to me, though who wouldn’t want to is beyond me, so I can at least do the same. I’m not your therapist, but I am your boyfriend.”

Those words danced around in your mind for a bit, as you considered how to put it. For a moment, you simply nodded, letting Mitsuba know you heard- and were acknowledging- what he said. A few more moments passed before you began to speak.

“Lately, there have been some students… picking on me, I guess. It’s… discouraging, and makes school feel like a living nightmare. You’re the only good thing in my day at this hellhole.”

“Oh.”

You tightened your grip on the chopsticks, trying to read Mitsuba’s tone. Suddenly, it clicked- remembering Mitsuba mentioning being bullied for being “feminine” and “foul-mouthed”. He truly, genuinely, understood where you were coming from.

“I see, then… I’ll tell you what to do, (Y/N). Tell an adult, lame-o. I don’t give a flying flip about ‘oh, they won’t believe me’ or ‘what if the bullies blah blah.’ At least try it- it’s hard, but I don’t care about that either. Also, freaking ignore them. Obviously, you don’t want to pay them attention, so don’t.”

“Mitsuba, it’s not that easy-”

“I know. (Y/N), I’ve been in your shoes. Maybe it’s different- I dunno what kind of bullying they’re doing. Still, if you’re good enough for my standards, you know you’re at least worth something. So don’t let those low-lives get you down. I promise you, if I could, I’d give them a piece of my mind. But, since I can’t, just… do it yourself, or something. Don’t endure it, you rat.”

(“Mitsuba, all your insults lowkey feel like bullying-”

“Shut up, stupid-face, you can’t tell a teacher on a ghost. What’re you gonna say?? Waaaah, sensei, school mystery number 3 is calling me names!! Hah.”

“Tsuchigomori-sensei can see you, you know. And he teaches both Minamoto boys!”

“Lalalaaaa, I can’t hear you-”)

tsukasa yugi <3

Tsukasa… knows.

There was no other way to put it. You knew he knew, and you knew he was just waiting. A part of him wanted you to ask him for help- to confide in him, even if it took some pushing. He was… a bit different in that sense- I mean, how was he to know you didn’t enjoy being bullied? Was it the same way he felt when Amane looked at him with such hatred?

“(Y/N)!! What’s with such a sad look?? Did you get a bad test grade?” Tsukasa questioned, floating alongside you as you entered the broadcasting room. You simply shook your head, placing your bookbag on the floor, then standing back up.

“It’s just been a day, Tsu,” You added, taking a seat near Sakura. As you did, she pushed a cup of tea your way, her gaze as it usually was. She looked right through you, as if you were nothing but a ghost. Still, it was a much better look than the ones given by the bullies. Muttering a ‘thank you’, you lifted the cup, fiddling with it slightly.

“If there’s something bothering you, feel free to share it,” Sakura spoke, her gaze staying on you, then finally closing as she sipped from her cup.

“If there’s something bothering you, share it.” Tsukasa added, placing his head on your shoulder and staring at your eyes. His gaze drifted to your hands when you brought the cup to your lips, then over to your throat as you struggled to swallow.

“Runt, if you don’t back away from them, you’ll the the one bothering them,” Natsuhiko spoke, raising his eyebrows at Tsukasa, then offering you a slightly concerned look. His expression was enough for you to know he wanted to know if you were alright- to which you shrugged, reaching up and patting the side of Tsukasa’s face.

“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll be fine, really.”

Sakura pondered for a moment, before standing. “Mitsuba, would you like to walk with me? I should go grab something.”

Mitsuba, who had been sitting off to the side- glanced up, his usual puppy-like expression on his face. “Sure,” He replied, standing up, practically in sync with Natsuhiko.

“I’ll go as well, my lady!”

Oh. She’s doing that on purpose.

Your eyes followed the trio as they left the room, and you could feel Tsukasa’s eyes still stuck on you. The moment the door shut, he spoke. “(Y/N), tell me what’s wrong. You don’t seem to enjoy being miserable!”

“Am I supposed to?” “You’re miserable then? What’s wrong, c’mon!!”

“I didn’t say I was- just that I don’t think many people like it,” You spoke, taking another sip from the tea. The warmth of it made your throat feel hot, but it didn’t help the lump stuck in it.

“(Y/N). Just admit to me what’s wrong, and I’ll do what I can!”

You sighed, not wanting to grow frustrated. Tsukasa was… trying. He just didn’t understand everything- the boy who enjoyed seeing people wear normally unpleasant expressions, of course he wouldn’t personally understand. He wanted to help you, but how could a ghost help? Much less, the ghost of a boy such as him?

“(Y/N)-” “I’m just dealing with some bullies. It’s fine, Tsukasa- I’ll figure something out.”

“I’ll kill them <3”

“Tsu-”

Tsukasa stepped away from you, crossing his arms. “So, (Y/N), you don’t like it when people bully you? I’ll take care of it! Promise!” “Stop it right there, Mr. Only-grants-wishes-for-the-dead. Don’t ‘take care of them.’ I just need to get enough confidence to tell a teacher or something…”

Tsukasa paused, pouting his lips slightly, before nodding. Quickly, he floated back over to you, and trapped you in a hug. His arms wrapped around you securely, making you feel rather safe for being in the arms of such a destructive boy. “Fine. I’ll go with you, then, (Y/N)! I’ll even hold your hand!! And I definitely won’t let those bullies bother you any more~.”

“Tsukasa, please, don’t do anything drastic-” “Whatever you say, (Y/N). You know I can’t go against the wishes of my cute partner~!”

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guys my age don’t know how to love me good

pairing: dom!juyeon x noona!reader

synopsis: lee juyeon is the only guy who makes sex worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: noona kink, mentions of toxic and abusive sex, deep throating, no mentions of protection (wrap it before you tap it), inexperienced/unsure reader

a/n: this is for @rolezeure + anon

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'y/n, I swear to god if you won't come to this party with me I will actually never talk to you ever again. you know what this is?' your best friend siyeon dramatically held up a pair of scissors. 'scissors, to cut our friendship.'

'but what am I supposed to even do there?' you scoffed. parties were stupid 'I don't know how to talk to people.'

'you don't need to talk, dumbass. you get drunk, grind on some hot dude and get laid.' siyeon rolled her eyes as she was so done with you.

'as if that is supposed to convince me to go. sex is completely overraded, my dude. it just hurts and the guys don't even care. as long as they get off on you it's fine.' you had not have had any positive experiences with sex. it usually hurt, the guys were rough and didn't really care if you were crying. there wasn't any pleasure you associated with it.

'that's cause you've been with only toxic men. but please, come with me! it's way too awkward to go alone and I need a hype woman. Sangyeon will be there. I cannot miss the opportunity to get with mr. dilf. have you seen him? he is sooo hot, y/n. I might never have another opportunity like this. and I need a lot of alcohol in my system first before I can initiate something,' she whined. she gave you the best puppy eyes she could to make you give in.

you knew your friend had been eyeing sangyeon for weeks. siyeon had tripped the first time she saw him and had to wipe away the drool from her chin. she then memorized his schedule and you would always have to watch him from afar. however, she could not utter a single comprehensible sentence without alcohol if she was nervous but when she was drunk she was the most sociable and flirty person and always got with whom she wanted.

sangyeon was usually never to be found at parties but this particular one was for his friend's birthday so siyeon knew he would show up. who knows if she would ever see him again, after all, he had just graduated from college and would be leaving campus. this was her last opportunity. you sighed.

'fine,' you finally gave in. she squealed and hugged you so tightly that you had trouble breathing.

'omg, I love you so much, y/n! you're a lifesaver. I owe you big big time.'

'you certainly do.'

you tried to convince yourself that maybe a party was just what you needed. finals were finally over and you were on your well deserved break before you started your last year of college.

a week later, the two of you took a cab to the party location. you arrived at a huge mansion that must have cost a huge ton of money. it felt like thousands of people were there, getting drunk and going skinny dipping in the gigantic pool. you recognized some of the people. you didn't really know them but you often saw them walk around on campus.

when you entered the house some dudes whistled at you. ew. you definitely had to get a drink to be able to stand all these gross men lurking around here. at least you had your pepper spray with you. better safe than sorry.

siyeon and you found the bar and immediately downed a couple of shots. the alcohol burned in your throat as you drank one after the other. your friend needed the effects alcohol brings with it quickly.

'have you found him already?' you scream over the music at siyeon.

'no, he's nowhere to be seen… maybe he's not here at all' she was pouting.

I grabbed her by the arm. 'come on. let's go search for him somewhere else. hmm, maybe he's outside?' you dragged her through the mass of people. she was gonna get laid tonight, you were gonna make sure of it.

the backyard was just as crowded but at least you got some fresh air. a lot of people were grinding on each and making out in the pool and hot tub.

'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. he's there!' siyeon whisper shouted at you.

'where?' you couldn't find him in the crowd.

'over there next to the huge ass plant. he's standing next to jacob.' ah, you saw him. him and jacob were engaged in a deep conversation and occasionally sipped on their drinks.

siyeon just grabbed a drink out of a passing person's hand, ignore the complains and drank it all in one go.

'I need more.' so you went to get more alcohol before you could convince her that now was the time.

'how do I look? is my makeup smudged? do I look enough like 'daddy, I've been a good girl. pls choke me?' she kept on trying to flatten her hair hastily.

'you look absolutely gorgeous, girl. go get him, tiger.' she did look stunning. the red lipstick matched with her bold red dress. it was short and showed a lot of cleavage. her beautiful curves were perfectly highlighted and if sangyeon didn't drool over her then you would seriously have to buy him new eyes.

you high-fived each other and then she went to go on her mission.

you watched how he scanned her up and down, taking in her beauty, when she approached him and then smiled brightly. she touched his muscular arms as he said something that made her laugh. he seemed to be enjoying her company jacob, who had understood what was going on, had joined his other friends kevin and eric on the dance floor inside.

'who are we spying on?' someone whispered in your ear, making you jump and almost spill your drink. rude.

'oh, seeing if my best friend's gonna get laid tonight like she'd hoped to. seems positive so far.' the guy who had come up to you nodded interested. you had no idea who he was but you didn't exactly mind his company. he was a handsome fellow, with a face sculpted by the gods. his dark blue hair made him stand out even more.

'so what are you gonna do if she leaves with him? are you just going to leave?' he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. 'probably. she's the only reason I came to this god awful party.'

'oh, you don't like it?' he raised his eyebrows.

'no, it's too full, it's too loud and I'm bored. who even is this guy who threw this party. I actually have no idea who he is,' you complained about everything. he seemed to become more amused as you went on.

'then allow me to introduce myself. hey, my name is juyeon.' he held out his hand.

'what does that have to do with- oh my god this is YOUR party!' you realized in shock. your face was burning with embarrassment. but he didn't seem to mind at all and just laughed light heartedly.

'yeah, I'm sorry you don't like it. if you like I could take you somewhere quieter with less people.' oh dude, he was flirting. why? you did look hot as fuck in your short black dress but you had literally just insulted his party.

'I'm sorry I'm not really up for sex or whatever it is you're offering.' you scratched your neck awkwardly. you wouldn't mind if he visited you in your dreams sometimes tho to have a good time.

'that's too bad. I was hoping I could make you feel good.' he brushed a finger over your cheek.

'I doubt you could. no one ever has.' he snorted at that.

'how old even are you?' you asked him.

'19, you don't have to worry. I'm a legal adult. you?' 'almost 21.'

'ooh, that's fun! are you sure you don't want to spend some private time with me, noona?' that was fucking unfair. he was using this noona thing to get you to give in. he knew exactly what he was doing and you could feel yourself getting aroused.

'I just don't think sex is right for me. it just hurts and doesn't do anything to make me feel good,' you explained to him.

'seems like you've only been with douchebags. I have a 100% rate of making women come. you should try and see for yourself, noona.' his lustful gaze stared deep into your soul, making your legs wobbly.

it seemed so tempting. he was super hot and couldn't help but notice the outline of his abs on his shirt. the alcohol was also encouraging you to make some bad decisions and step out of your comfort zone. this man somehow made you super horny with his toned body and god like face, whether you liked it or not. you caught yourself seriously considering going with him.

'here's a proposal. I give you head and if you're not satisfied with my services we can just stop there.' he leaned down and whispered in my ear. 'I would love to hear you scream my name, noona.'

his offer actually didn't sound too bad. juyeon might just be more skilled than the rest of the men you had slept with, who knew. you didn't have anything better to do anyways so you might as well see if he can make you feel good.

'where do we go?' you finally asked after staying silent to keep a suspenseful silence. his eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand. he led you back inside, up the stairs and into the room on the far right.

you could see posters of football player, trophies and pictures. this was obviously his room.

you didn't have much time to look around as he locked the door and kissed you

you were surprised by just how not slimy it was. usually, the guys would always try to wet your whole face and you had to wipe your mouth every other second.

but he started off soft and placed his hands on your hips. you put your arms around his neck to get closer to him and deepen the kiss.

his hands started roaming your body and when he squeezed your ass, you let out a moan. juyeon took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your open mouth.

the kissing made you dizzy and you desperately tugged at him to get him closer to you. he picked you up and held you up against the wall. you let your hands wander under his shirt and started tracing his abs while grinding your core against him. you could feel his dick harden with your movements.

juyeon carried you to the bed and slowly let you down so you laid on your back. while he quickly took off his shirt you tried to catch your breath after the intense make out. you didn't have long to admire his muscular upper body before he lifted the dress so you were only there in your underwear.

he startes placing open mouth kiss from your collar bones, to your boobs, to your stomach until he reached the hem of your panties. he made sure to keep eye contact as he put the fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled them down like this. you felt cold air hitting your core.

'so pretty, noona,' he admired your clearly dripping pussy. he dragged one finger over your lips to see just how wet you were.

'I haven't even touched you yet but you are already so wet for me. I told you I'd make you feel good. I'll show you just how much, noona.' and with that he dove right in between your lips to prove his point. the feeling of his tongue fucking you was unfamiliar. no guy had ever even cared to get you wet and pleasure you before actually having sex.

Juyeon was desperately devouring your juices as if he hadn't drunk for ages. additionally he started massaging your clit with his thumb, knowing exactly what a woman likes. he had to hold down your hips to keep you stable because you were trying to buck up into his face as it felt so good. every time his nose came into contact with your clit while licking you felt like you were losing control.

involuntary moans were spilling out of your mouth and you could feel juyeon smirking against your core.

suddenly, he slipped a finger inside you and started slowly pumping it in and out of you. it felt a bit uncomfortable at first but you got used to it quite quickly and when he noticed, he slipped a second finger inside. damn, those were some long ass fingers.

your pussy made squelching sounds which you couldn't care less about in the moment as he rapidly fucked you with his long digits. you were pulling at his hair as he took your bud between his teeth, alternating between softly biting and sucking on it.

you suddenly couldn't take it anymore and your orgasm washed over your body like a wave and juyeon slowly continued until you had fully come down from your high.

he sat up straight again. 'I promised I could make you feel good, didn't I? god, you look so hot when you come, noona.' fuck, where did he learn to do all this? maybe he was right after all.

you noticed that his nose was coated in your juices but he didn't seem to care at all. 'do you want to continue?'

'only if you can make me come again,' you challenged him.

he scoffed. 'that's not even a question, noona.'

he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. the shape of his bulge was clearly visible through his underwear. you reached inside and whipped out his already hard dick. you gulped.

'it's so big,' you whispered afraid. he was bigger than the other guys you had slept with and if they had already hurt you then his cock would probably hurt even worse.

he stroked your hair out of your face. 'don't worry. I've already prepared well so you should be able to take it without a problem. I'll make sure to go slow to not hurt you, okay?' you needed to trust him. it seemed like he actually knew what he was doing.

you gave his dick a couple of strokes to see how he reacted before you wrapped your lips around his leaking tip. seeing juyeon throw his head back gave you the encouragement you desperately needed to go forward.

you took him all the way until you started gagging. this was something you were good at. you started deep throating him and he moaned out your name.

'fuck, noona. you are so good with my cock.' he brushed your hair to the side so you it wouldn't be in the way when you sucked him off.

you noticed that he tried to control himself but couldn't refrain himself from bucking up his hips a few times, making you gag.

he then stopped you. 'I can't come yet. I need to show you how proper sex is done first.'

you laid down on your back and he positioned himself between your legs. he pressed your arms down next to your head and intertwined his fingers with yours.

'are you ready?' you gave him a nod.

'just squeeze my hand if it hurts.'

he slowly pushed his tip inside. you shut your eyes tightly and juyeon stopped to give you time.

'no, no. go all the way in first,' you whined.

his dick filled your walls up to the brim. you tried to calm down your heavy breathing. you squeezed his hands in pain and he held still. juyeon placed a kiss on your mouth.

'you're doing so well, noona.', he praised you. 'just tell me when you feel ready to go.'

it did hurt but not quite as much as the other times. and no one had ever waited for you to actually adjust before beginning to pound into you.

juyeon distracted you with kisses and as you started getting more comfortable you slowly started moving your hips against him. you gave him a slight nod to tell him he could continue.

he still started off with a moderate tempo and you needed more.

'faster!' you urged him and he picked up the pace. the way he snapped his hips made you see stars.

the pain was now completely gone and you were lost in your own pleasure.

when he started thrusting into you from behind, he hit spots inside you you had never felt before. the new position allowed him to go even deeper and faster than before.

you moaned surprised as he spanked you.

'you like this, noona?' you could only groan out his name to show him how you felt.

the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter.

'I think I'm coming!' you manage to get out.

'come for me, noona!' with that he went into overdrive and fucked into you like a machine.

your arms gave in as your walls clenched around his huge cock tightly and you came hard while screaming his name.

he rode out your orgasm and then pulled out. he stroke his dick fast and shot his big load on your butt and back.

he lay down next to you exhausted. his fingers wiped away the tears of pleasure you didn't know you had cried.

'did I make you feel good, noona?' 'more than just good,' you admitted satisfied.

'I guess guys my age just don't know how to treat me.' he hummed in agreement.

'that makes no sense. you are absolutely gorgeous. they missed out on the opportunity to see your beautiful face when you come.' this was weird. he was still nice to you even after he already came. what was this?

'thank you for making my birthday wish come true,' he said. 'huh, what do you mean?' you questioned him.

'actually, I've noticed you on campus before but I was always too shy to talk to you.' 'oh really?' you laughed sceptically.

'yeah, I wanted to ask you on a date first but it seems like we skipped a couple of steps.' he was blushing. gosh, he was kind of adorable.

'I mean we could still go on those dates if you'd like, birthday boy.' strangely enough you felt like you could trust him and kind of wanted to get to know juyeon as a person.

'awesome,' he smiled at you before he pecked your lips and went to clean you both up.

you had completely forgotten about siyeon. hopefully, her night had been just as satisfying as yours had been.

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