#they're like BARELY holding it together under that smile honestly

[ilycosy]

why is the thought of luke stealing your underwear and keeping them in his cargo pants so hot to me??? i……

it's so hot bc it's totally real n possible ,,, he wld definitely steal anything of yours that he can grab w/o anyone noticing !!

lukes the type of guy that def ends up getting caught eventually tho .. maybe on purpose

luke castellan has always been the golden boy of camp— never mean nor out of place, just the right amount of confident and talkative. perfect in every sense, with his pretty face and natural hermes boy charm.

which is why he finds it so hot, the actual scandal of it all fueled his fucked up sense of self even more. he knows it's weird to do, but he chalks it up to his father as another thing he can hate him for. besides, who expects a hermes child not to steal?

at first it starts off simple, just little things of yours that you won't miss. pencils and random things you fiddled with for a week before forgetting about it, then it turned into shirts. the shirts served a double purpose really, slipping them over his pillow so he can cling to and pretend like you're together— and then the more obvious answer.

he honestly hadn't thought about stealing your panties until he saw the opportunity— well, maybe he did, but he didn't actually expect himself to do it. until he did. it was like he was on autopilot, grabbing something from your cabin for another person when he saw your bunk. the small laundry basket caught his eye, he knew that he had to have it.

he barely looked at them before they were in his hands, he only paused for a moment to feel the intricate lace before stuffing them in his pockets. he puts them in the pocket closet to him for easy reach, the fabric lump isn't even visible with how the pants are designed and he's never been more thankful for cargo pants until now.

throughout the day he can't help but feel them to make sure they're real every chance he gets, hands in his pockets idly while he's talking to people— even you. pretending like he doesn't know everything about what you're saying, he smiles and nods, occasionally rubbing the fabric and fighting back the blood rushing down his body.

but back to what i was saying abt him getting caught (on purpose)

luke has always been sneaky, you've known this ever since you started dating him. he's always planning and learning certain things about you that makes you wonder if he's stalking you (he is but shh pretend u don't know), but you just brush it off as him being a good bf and a hermes child.

which is why you almost second guess your eyes when you spot a pair of panties tucked under lukes pillow— at first you thought the worst, but when you got closer you felt your stomach drop and churn when you saw it was an old pair of yours. half in disgust, but also there was a deep coil of desire in you.

you don't mention it for a while, at first he just thinks that you didn't see it the first time— so he keeps leaving them under his pillow still.

he couldn't be so wrong. when he finally has a moment away from the prying eyes of young campers and the annoyance of the other counselors, he takes you to the cabin. pushing you down against the bed completely forgetting that he planted them under the pillow.

he's leaving wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck onto your chest when you reach up to grab them, hooking your finger around the thin waistband— you hold them up smugly like a trophy. "you still haven't hid them?"

#cosywriting #cosynsfw #cosyreqs #🎀 asks #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan #castellanswrld

[frogchiro]

🐙 here!

👀 me making my own plot in my head for a/b/o cod.

imagine being the only omega on the team, except no one knows. and honestly? it wasn’t that hard to hide it in the first place.

always wear scent blockers. mild pills help, but having a lotion to rub on scent glands? makes you practically scentless.

act competitive when necessary, and back down when you know your losses are going to be big.

be caring. make Simon tea in the morning and a small breakfast for those who don’t consume just caffeine in the morning. soap likes to deny his liking for sweets, but make him waffles or cinnamon rolls and he’s on his knees immediately.

smile and be sweet. have happy little conversations with gaz about his latest interests. about the latest conspiracy about the Illuminati or his favorite game he played as a kid.

but not docile. docile is earned through respect. alphas have to earn the right to see you so submissive and pliant.

give Simon small smiles and chuff and play wrestle with soap and Gaz. late nights with price and paperwork. cooking warm meals after long missions.

the only reason anyone began to suspect something wrong was when you got sick.

headcanon that any omega and alpha will begin to give off pheromones when they get sick. it’s a little call out to the pack that you’re sick and you need to be babied and taken care of.

not even the suppressants and the salve can mask the smell of sick omega. It starts with a small twinge. a faintly sour scent that makes soaps nose twitch.

they can barely smell it. but they can see something is wrong from the way you look. bags under your eyes, a slightly ghastly appearance.

the way you move is a big give away. slow and sluggish.

finally it gets to a point where everyone can smell there’s a sick omega somewhere… but where?

in which case price has to wake you up because you were late to training. he was annoyed. a little peeved that you had the audacity to kiss when he had warned you last time not to be late.

last time you were late because you overslept. so this time the captain was going to give you something to startle your day into.

A soured scent fills his nose. telling him that there’s a sick omega and…

sick mate sick mate sick mate protect protect protect

provide provide provide pro-

gosh. price can’t get the sight out of his head. of you tucked so cutely into a small nest of military grade blankets and two pillows. your body radiating heat as you’d nuzzle closer into the pillow you’re holding against your face.

his inner alpha chuffs at such a sweet and docile omega.

maybe having a sick day would be alright… especially with your pack to take care of you.

hello octopus! welcome back! and aww, the boys taking care of their poor sick omega :(( they'd be quite distressed I imagine!

They are the alphas, the providers and protectors and yet it completely slipped under their nose that not only you're sick but also a whole omega too?? Unbelievable >:(

The second they realize your secondary gender and that you're not healthy it sends them into quite a frenzy; they're suddenly overcome with bubbling hormones and instincts they most probably never felt before.

It also means much to them than you could imagine. You being a omega, a sick omega, letting yourself be all vulnerable and open with a pack of alphas? It means you feel comfortable and safe with them, enough to show them your soft and docile side :((

Be ready to be fussed over like crazy, especially by Gaz and Soap, together with you they're the youngest pack members and when they first saw you curled up in your small makeshift nest, stinking up the space with sick unhappy hormones and burning to the touch these poor babies genuinely thought you were dying :<

Luckily Price and Ghost were there to correct them before they could barrel into your nest and nudge you awake; you were sick not dead and the last thing you needed were two hot headed young alphas on you.

When you woke up you were sluggish and slow; the cold did its job and made everything fuzzy when you woke up until you started to regain your senses and noticed that you were no longer cooped up in your tiny room with a few military-issued blankets and hard pillows but in a real big bed filled with blankets, pillows, sweaters and other things that smelled of certain familiar alphas; safe and warm. Judging by the overwhelming smell of the room alone you guessed you were in Price's room, a nice musky and woody smell, undeniably masculine and alpha.

You were still alone so you decided to just go back to sleep and try to sleep of the cold. With a rumbling purr you slowly fell asleep once again, maybe sick days and being the pack's omega wasn't such a bad thing?

#love them #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #soap mactavish x reader #gaz x reader #simon riley #john price #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

[toomuchracket]

birthday surprise (dad!matty x reader fluff)

another matty35 fic!! a sweet little moment about you and your girls surprising their dad on his birthday, on the other side of the world from home. enjoy! <3

“here we are, 345. dyl, you take the keycard for your mum, yeah?” adam hands the card for the room to your eldest, then peels your middle child from his leg, ruffling her curls. “and remember, you need to be extra loud to wake your dad up. feel free to film it, also.”

you snort, readjusting the baby in your arms. “you think i'll be able to wrangle these three and matty and get the camera out at the same time?”

“good point. still, i expect to hear all about it later!”

“of course. thanks again for helping with this, mate,” you give your friend a hug. “right, you lot, hugs to uncle adam before we go inside.”

adam crouches so dylan and elena can cuddle him, then stands to boop phoebe's tiny nose. “see you all at dinner. have fun!”

“we will!” dylan calls after him. grabbing the handle of her suitcase, she turns to look at you expectantly. “can we go in now, mummy?”

the eagerness is practically radiating off her and elena - actually, even phoebe, barely a year old, seems keen to get inside to see her dad. then again, her two big sisters did spend the entire flight from london to LA explaining that matty was away for work and it was about to be his birthday and the reason you were all on the plane was so you could go and surprise him at work “and also to go to the beach”. while she might be too little to fully understand what they're saying - especially given that both of your elder daughters inherited the matty trait of rambling at the speed of light - their enthusiasm was definitely contagious; despite your lethargy from trying to get three under-eights through an airport and onto a plane in peace, your own excitement about seeing matty for the first time in two months was heightened listening to them yap.

you nod, smiling at your girls. “open the door, dyl, sweetheart. remember to be really quiet when we're going in, yeah? we don't want to wake daddy up before we're ready, do we?”

“no,” elena shakes her head, wild curls flying everywhere. she's the one most like her dad, in personality and looks, with a big toothy smile and a frequent disdain for rules or convention. “and we need to put all our things away first, too.”

well, sometimes she's very like you. “exactly, lena. help your sister with the door, would you?”

little faces set in determination, dylan and elena push the heavy door open as quietly as possible; you shift phoebe into one arm and hold it with the other while they grab their suitcases, then swap the baby to your other arm while you grab your own. once you're in the little entryway, dylan sensibly grabs the handle so she can close the door with minimal noise, turning to you with a grin. “we did it.”

“we did. well done, munchkins,” you high-five dylan and elena, and kiss phoebe's fluffy little head before looking around the hotel room - although, suite would be a more accurate word to describe it. you knew management were booking some sort of family room for matty in preparation for the birthday surprise, but you didn't quite expect something so elaborate. “wow, this is nice.”

“it's so big!” elena pokes her head round the nearest door to you, left ajar, and returns absolutely beaming. “that's daddy's room.”

dylan gasps and tiptoes to stick her own head in, and you follow, excitement buzzing through your body. at the sight of matty, fast asleep with his curls askew and the covers bunched around his waist, you sigh happily; even after all these years together, you're not used to being away from him, and the sight of him within touching distance after almost nine weeks of nothing but facetimes and texts and phone calls honestly brings a lump to your throat.

you can't keep looking at him forever, though, as easy as it would be for you to do - you and your daughters are on a mission, after all. “right. lena, could you open the door on the left, please? the one across from dad's?”

she obliges. “bathroom - oh!” she gasps. “the shower has a bench in it!”

“really?” you peer in, jaw dropping in complete bewilderment - the room's bigger than the master bedroom in the old flat. “shi- shocked. i'm shocked. anyway,” you nudge her out of the doorway. “moving on. next room?”

dylan's already on it. “another bedroom, mum. two beds.”

“that's you two's, then. come on, we'll put our stuff in here for now.”

it's a lovely room, sun-dappled and spacious. you giggle as elena cannonballs onto one of the beds, while dylan immediately goes to the window to look out onto los angeles; phoebe coos happily as you lay her on the other bed, kicking her tiny legs in the air with reckless abandon. she giggles when you lean down to blow a raspberry on her tummy, your favourite sound in the world, and cuddles into you when you take her into your arms again. “alright, my girls, i think it's time,” you start, and the two older girls come skidding over. “who's got dad's birthday card?”

“me,” elena runs to her carry-on, pulling out the card the three of them made for matty and carrying it over as if it was made of glass.

“and the present?”

“here,” dylan holds up a gift bag.

you nod. “good. you ready?”

they both nod enthusiastically, little bobbleheads with cheesy grins. you grin in return, turning to phoebe. “are you ready, baba?”

adorably, she grins back just as cheesily as her sisters; you take that as a “yes”, although you carefully sniff her to make sure she doesn't need changed. with an approving nod, you stand up, smiling. “alright. let's go and see daddy. quietly.”

you've barely got the words out before dylan and elena are tiptoeing as quickly as they can out of the room, graceless impersonations of the demi-pointe running they do at ballet class. turning to phoebe, you sigh. “nice of them to wait for us, isn't it, pheebs?”

she giggles again, a flash of matty genes amidst a face that looks mostly like yours. even though you've been married to him for years and loved him even longer, the fact you have three kids with matty is a little bit mind-boggling to you. in all those years you spent pining for him, the thought of a family was far-fetched even in your wildest dreams - thinking about your girls, half you and half him, flesh and blood with hearts of gold and incredible brains and the biggest smiles you've ever seen… it's honestly a little overwhelming, in the best possible way; a perfect epilogue to a love story that took a few more pages to kick in than it should've.

“mama,” phoebe coos, distracting you, beaming when you coo praise in response. yeah, she only knows two words, but she learned them scarily fast compared to her sisters - again, you reckon it's down to their and matty's respective constant yapping. “dada?”

“yes, sweet girl, we'll go and see him now,” you hoist her further into your grasp, kissing her chubby cheek before following your other sweet girls. they’re waiting outside matty’s door, looking between it and you like they’re watching wimbledon, practically vibrating with excitement. the sight makes you smile. “ok, girls, game plan time. i say we all sit on the empty side of the bed, and when i give the signal, we shout ‘surprise!’. classic, simple, effective. yeah?”

“good idea, mum,” dylan nods. “now?”

you grin. “yeah.”

she bolts into the room, ducking round the half-open door without touching it, elena at her heels. you can’t really stop yourself from running, either, although the door hinders you slightly more given that you’re holding phoebe. and, you know, you’re not five or seven. by the time you and the baby get in, the girls have already carefully climbed onto the bed, staring lovingly down at matty not unlike the way they stared at phoebe when she first came home from the hospital.

the thought makes you giggle, which in turn makes elena turn round to scowl at you. “mummy! shhhh!”

“sorry. here, dyl, take… thanks,” you pass phoebe to her biggest sister while you climb onto the bed, too; dylan carefully sits the baby down beside her, the resemblance between them especially evident in the way they’re smiling. you can’t blame them - you might be biased, but you do think your husband is a very cute sleeper, pretty lips slightly parted and eyelashes brushing his cheek.

a cute sleeper, beginning to wake up already. dylan and elena are coiled springs, ready to shout-shock their dad into full consciousness - their faces aren’t visible where you sit, but you know that they’re grinning. you are, too. so is phoebe, most likely.

two months apart. far too long.

matty’s arms stretch the exact same way dylan’s do when she first wakes up (and you do your best to keep your thoughts about them to a PG rating). you’ve been privy to his wakeup routine countless times since you were eighteen, and, still, your heart flutters at the way he yawns and rolls onto his side, lips set into a sleepy faint smile, blinking his eyes open. but, before you can even open your mouth to signal “now!”, those eyes widen fully; accompanied by a “christ!”, matty jumps (well, jerks) backward in surprise, and, in the process, completely falls out of the bed.

all four of the rest of you crawl to the edge of the bed, reactions varying to the echoing thud of your husband’s arse hitting the hardwood floor. dylan and elena are beside themselves with laughter, clutching each other in complete hysterics, while you lean over in shock, tentatively asking “baby, you alright?”. but it’s phoebe’s reaction that matty actually responds to, pulling himself back up when he hears her concerned wail of “dada!” and sees her lip trembling, a sign of imminent tears - he climbs onto the mattress and shuffles towards the centre, scooping her up into a cuddle and pressing gentle kisses to her little head. “oh, my sweet baby. daddy’s alright, munchkin, really, but i appreciate the concern,” he scowls at the older two. “at least one of my daughters cares about me.”

“sorry, dad,” dylan moves to snuggle into him, elena copying the action on the other side. “we do care. but that was a little bit funny.”

he smiles, leaning down as best he can to kiss their curls in turn. “yeah, i s’pose it was. and i’ve missed making you all laugh, even if that time was unintentional. missed you, all of you, my girls!”

elena looks up at her dad adoringly. “missed you too. a lot. so has dyl, and pheebs. and mummy.”

“yeah,” matty looks at you properly for the first time; his eyes look like home, warm and loving and familiar, and it still does funny things to your stomach. “hi, darling. you kept this quiet, didn’t you?”

“wanted to surprise you, baby,” you move to kiss him, as passionately as you can with three kids around; despite the restraint from both of you, you’re lightheaded when you break apart. “happy birthday.”

“thanks, my darlings,” matty blushes, amid a chorus of felicitations from your daughters. he sniffles and hugs the baby tighter, tears welling in those pretty eyes. “this is really special, having you all out here with me today. god, you’ve no idea how much i’ve missed you.”

“yeah, we do,” you laugh softly, leaning around phoebe to gently wipe the tears from his eyes with your thumbs; he kisses your palm as a thank-you. “we took a twelve-hour flight across the atlantic because we didn’t want to be away from you any longer! thank god management agreed to it, by the way. reckon i’d have gone insane if i had to wait for tour to end before i got to be with you again. and yes,” you notice matty opening his mouth to speak. “we’re here until hometime.”

“oh, thank god,” matty’s eyes close in bliss. “i miss home.”

“funny you should say that, actually,” you wave to get dylan’s attention, nodding towards the gift bag. “take a look at your birthday present.”

“and card,” elena chips in.

“and card, of course,” you settle the baby against your own chest, smiling as matty tugs the girls into a cuddle after he reads the card from them; it turns to a full-on giggle when he opens the gift bag. “so, verdict?”

matty cheers, pulling out the box of pg tips teabags and packet of chocolate digestives. “you always know just what i need,” he wraps an arm around you, kissing your head.

“yeah, which is why there’s also a new turntable waiting for you at home, too. we were gonna buy a record to go with it, but,” you look up at your husband quizzically. “we thought it might be nice to go shopping for one here, together?”

he kisses you sweetly. “i love that idea. to be honest, i’d be happy doing anything with my girls. shall we go record shopping today?”

“matty, babe, it’s your birthday. you decide!”

“alright. record shopping it is,” he grins, increasing the volume of his voice as he continues. “but first… i’m thinking we should order room service.”

elena’s face lights up. “can we get pancakes? please? with nutella? and strawberries?”

matty gestures towards the entryway. “menu’s out there, munchkins. go and have a look, see what you want,” he smiles after elena and dylan as they tear out of the room. “can’t believe you managed to get those adorable riots on a transatlantic flight by yourself. and you, baba!” he coos to phoebe, who babbles excitedly in response. her dad laughs, kissing her head before kissing you. “seriously, i’m in awe of you. have been for decades at this point already, but… i’m so impressed that you pulled this off. and so grateful. and so in love with you, forever and always.”

“i love you so, so much. always will,” you kiss matty’s lips, then nose, then all over his face, until he’s giggling a lot like the baby wriggling happily on your chest. “happy birthday again, baby.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #matty35 #dad!matty #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty x reader #dylan #elena #phoebe

[velvetcloxds]

be my mistake- send me a character and a dialogue prompt and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

May i request a spencer reid blurb. Thank you! 🫶

“Do you have a crush on me?”

JUST YOU AND ME | S.R.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: *again by dorris day plays*, secret relationship

You weren't sure how the situation had escalated so quickly, you'd just barely managed to convince yourself to go on the undercover assignment, nevermind ending up in the middle of a dancefloor with a slow song tickling your senses and your secret partner holding you in his arms. As far as assignments went, you've had worse and could definitely picture worse still but the moment felt cruel in its creation, forcing to the surface feelings you spent every second pushing aside.

"Spencer," you had almost no control over the nerves that slid through your voice, it was alarming, honestly, since nerves were the last thing the team needed from you. "They're all looking at us," you were painfully aware of how silly the statement sounded, that was the point, after all, but really it wasn't a reference to the fact that you were being watched and instead that you were being profiled, read like two coverless books, bare and spineless right before their eyes and it was illogical but that shook you more than the possible kidnapper you were trying to lure out.

"I know," he breathed and you swore his touch was laced with gasoline, a fire lighting under your skin as he moved his hand to your lower back, the other hand squeezing yours from where it held yours tightly. "Don't think about them," it was something easier said than done and was quite frankly more aimed at his nerves than your own.

Morgan was watching from the bar, talking to Emily, looking to the world like two people flirting when really he was looking for anyone that looked out of place. Though not nearly as convincing as the others, Hotch was sitting at a table by himself, keeping his gaze on the pair of you, and that was surely the problem because if Spencer could see through his act then he would definitely see through yours. Because the real problem was not that the two of you had to look like a convincing couple, but that you would be just slightly too good at it- which you definitely were.

Spencer found your gaze again, brows furrowed at the sight of you, eyes large and concerned, lip caught between your teeth as you fisted his shirt in your fingers, willing yourself to stay focused when this was the most time the two of you've had together since you caught this case. He was conflicted, he wanted to bring his thumb up to brush your lip to safety, bring his lips to your forehead to rid it of that little crease, wanted to pull you right into his chest to let you nuzzle your face into his neck- but he couldn't and so he had to find a way to work around it.

"Don't think about them," he repeated, and couldn't fight a small smile when you rolled your eyes at him, very unpleased with his seemingly unbothered behavior. He led you into a slight turn, pulling you just the slightest bit closer than before in the process, shielding you from the eyes of your team as well. "Now, it's just you and me," he explained and it was very convincing, the room around you feeling suddenly bare, empty, utterly devoid of anything but the man you loved and a song you would now and forever label as your favourite.

"I love this song," you breathed calmly, giving in to the sway of his hips guiding yours and he was admittedly pleased with himself when you smiled back at him, fingers easing their hold on his own, he was less pleased with that. You were settling into his arms despite your better judgment, leaning in just enough for him to feel your chest against his own, feel your breathing as you tried to hide the way you were desperate for even less space. "We've never danced like this before," you noted and it was true, you hardly found yourselves in places where it was possible but it was a welcoming foreignness, one you hoped would never be foreign again.

"We haven't," he agreed and his voice was dazed, dreamlike in its absence of any sense of formality, lost in you, drowning in you as he moved almost naturally, habitually to embrace you, your own movements completely unplanned as you rested your head just below his shoulder, breathing in softly as his scent surrounded you now more so than before. He realized barely a second later what this must've looked like from another perspective and followed his carelessness by dancing around slowly, circling your spot to give the bar a faux interrogating glance.

"You know..." your voice was softer than before, a familiar sound to your lover as he brushed his hand up and down your back, grounding you as you managed to shield a quick kiss to his collarbone, hiding it by pretending to scratch your nose with his shirt. "I don't think you understand just how awfully torturous it is to be this close to you and not be able to kiss you."

"Trust me," he began and the scoff he breathed was almost bitter, but more than anything it was disbelieved, tremored, barely keeping his affection at bay when you tilted your head back to look up at him, the light catching your features so perfectly it was almost cruel, he'd not seen you so content, so relaxed in what felt like forever. "I understand perfectly."

Someone was speaking into his earpiece then, Morgan, you gathered by the look on Spencer's face. Hotch walked out of the bar before you could overhear what was being said, Emily following close behind and Morgan, though clearly on his way out, making sure to offer you a quick wink before disappearing behind the shimmering tinsel curtains.

" What was that?" you frowned, Spencer shaking his head as he proceeded to move his hand away from his ear where he'd had it hovering while listening. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, what was going on aside from the fact that the assignment was clearly a bust- but what you were sure of was the sort of sparkle that met Spencer's gaze as he daringly, far too recklessly brought that very hand to cup your cheek.

"Do you have a crush on me?" he demanded and as simple as the question, everything fell into place almost instantly, your face falling into mock guilt as you nodded lightly, leaning into his touch.

"Was it that obvious?" you mused, and he laughed lightly, a breathy sound, so effortless it felt almost unreal as he kissed you quickly, first just a peck and then another lingering yet tenderly brisk kiss. He hummed- satisfied as if he'd been waiting for the chance forever, longing for a taste far too long.

"Terribly," he countered and you knew your skin was burning against his palm at the intensity of his focus on you, unfiltered, completely genuine and unhidden, willingly exposed. "Just you and me," he explained as if he'd ever need to explain being so openly in love with you.

"Just you and me," you repeated and it was you who acted this time, making sure the next kiss he gave you lasted far longer than a second, and ended after far more than just the one.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x yn #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #monique's writing events #right where queue left me

[angelltheninth]

Hi! How are you today? Very well i hope :)

This is a Genshin Impact request!!

would you mind writing something with that quote but with but with a reader with low self-esteem and super shy? unfortunately that's just the way I am and I feel like I'd melt if someone said that to me (I'm a hopeless romantic 😰)

'Promise not to drop me?'

'Only a fool would drop a girl like you'

for the characters I only thought of Childe, Pantalone, Kaeya and Diluc but if you want to write that (which is ok if you don't) you can add any other character you want!

You can also change the pronouns too!

Have a good day/night/afternoon!!

⭐anon

Hi ⭐ Anon. Don't worry I'm a romantic too. In theory at least haha.

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Childe, Pantalone, Kaveh, Thoma, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, teasing, kissing in the rain, a little suggestive, blushing, lots of kisses, piggyback ride, princess carry

A/N: In my head all I heard when I read this was Hex Heywire going "I promise I'll never let you go baby." Some of these went in a bit of a different direction I'm sorry but I hope they're still to your liking.

ITTO, KAVEH, THOMA

You're usually walking right beside him, holding onto his arm as he kisses the crown of your head, flexing for you just a little, just for show, just to see your cheeks turn a different shade because of him.

"It's a bit more up the hill." He says as he walks a few steps in front of you and crouches down, "Come on, I wanna carry you the rest of the way, it'll be faster and we don't wanna miss the surprise." That was the whole reason you were going up the mountain so while a little hesitant you get in his back, yelping in embarrassment when his hands cup your ass for just a moment before winding around your thighs. "Sorry sweetheart. Wasn't on purpose, promise." His smile is genuine enough.

You grab his shoulders in your grip, legs locking around his hips, "Promise you won't drop me?" You try to get even closer, until you're fully pressed against him, feeling him breathe, feeling him laugh.

"Only a fool would drop a girl like you." He smiles back at you before starting to walk up the path, stopping when you lean over and kiss his cheek, "I'm gonna return that when we get up there."

KAEYA, CHILDE, ZHONGLI

Always keen to sweep you off your feet, weather it be at a party, a tavern, or just him wanting to be romantic with you. Which... is pretty often honestly.

This night you had been out having fun, dancing, laughing, having a drink, getting a little handsy here and there. "We made it home on one piece at least." He smiled against your lips, pressing you against the front door, "Now I can make you fall apart." His mouth finds your neck, ready for him to kiss to his hearts content. His hands move all over your body, leaving you shivering against him. "Let's get somewhere more comfortable shall we love?" His lips press against yours, hot and oh so hungry as he lifts you up with little to no effort, one hand holding your around your shoulders, the other under your knees.

"What's this for? Not that I'm complaining." You bare your neck for his lips, feeling him smile as he makes a path from your jaw to your ear, licking the shell.

"Practice for the future." The implication makes you squeal in delight and excitement. "Now..." He pulls back, his irises but rings around pools of blacked out lust, "Let's take this to bed hm?"

DILUC, PANTALONE

He knows that he works a lot and therefore can leave you feeling a little lonely some days, that's why whenever you're together he works extra hard to make the moments memorable.

Rain... was not part of his plan. He can still make it work, he just needs to get you somewhere dry first, he can't have you catching a cold on date night. "This isn't what I had planned for tonight. I apologize darling." He turns around to see you laughing, happy. "Oh dear, do you have a fever already?" He leans down and presses his forehead against yours, not expecting a kiss instead. A very cold one but from you it's always welcome.

"Nope. I'm just happy to be here with you. Even if it's raining." You kiss him again, a few seconds longer. You laugh and giggle against his lips, eventually breaking the kiss for a full laugh when you feel him cross his hands under your ass, lift you up and twirl you around a few times.

"That's good to hear. However I'd like us to still be healthy after this." He sets you down and starts leading you back home, "On the brighter side we have an excuse to take each other's clothes off sooner."

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[sopebubbles]

Hobi's babies

Pairing: bulletproof heart!hoseok x seokjin x reader

Wc: 10k

Warnings: threesome, oral sex: male and female receiving, vaginal sex, lots of dirty talk and pet names. I'm probably forgetting some things bc its been a while and i dont have time to reread this bitch, but nothing crazy.

Happy Thankstaking everyone!

A/n: So i sat down to write last night and instead just cried bc im too tired. But i didn't want to get your hopes up for nothing, so i went into the vault for this unreleased piece of filth. This one is for those of you who have stuck around since Bulletproof Heart. But if you didn't read that series, I think you can still enjoy this bit of debauchery.

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Hoseok sucks harder on Yn's neck, relishing in the little moan that he pulls from her lips when he does so. He'd been too overwhelmed by the scent and the heat of her to behave while they watched a movie--now long forgotten--in her bed on Saturday afternoon. Yn’s nails drag down the skin of his back under his shirt. He's warm, too, as his body pushes down on hers. Heavy breaths from his mouth wash over her skin as he continues kissing her neck, traveling slowly down to her collarbone. Her lips find his shoulder where his oversized t-shirt has left his skin exposed. Hoseok grinds his hips down between her legs, letting her feel the distinct bulge in his pants over her covered core, which she knows is already sopping wet.

This has been getting worse recently. Not just with Yn and Hoseok either, but with Seokjin, too. It's been harder for them to keep their hands off each other. And harder to stop. That's why Yn made a doctor's appointment last week to get birth control without telling her mom what it was about. Because she didn't know how much longer she could resist both Jung Hoseok AND Kim Seokjin. Not that either were pressuring her, not purposely. But with two beautiful, sweet boyfriends, who would want to resist? It's certainly proving difficult right now, with her legs wrapped around Hobi's hips.

His hands find their way under her shirt—well, it's actually Jin's shirt that she's had for months. His fingers brush against her skin as he pushes the fabric up. Hobi pulls back so he can move down to kiss her tummy, his hands holding firmly to her ribcage as he covers her skin in kisses. When his lips press just below her breast, he knows he has to stop. He sits back on his heels, bringing his hands to rest on her bare thighs.

"This is getting harder," he tells her, heavy breaths raising his chest.

"Something sure is," she smirks, eyes glancing down to the tent in his sweatpants. He rolls his eyes and delivers a slap on her thigh as he sighs.

"I guess maybe we should talk about this."

"Talk about what?" She asks even though she already knows. As she sits up, her shirt falls back down to her hips, and Hobi frowns as she moves mere inches away, even as his hands remain on her legs. He waits until they're both settled and comfortable before he replies.

"We told Jin that no sex would happen until we're comfortable, so I think we should talk about it. Honestly, it's all I can think about these days, but I don't want to pressure you."

Yn touches her hand to his cheek. "Hobi, I don't feel pressured. I feel the same way, actually. And I'm ready. I want my first time to be with you. But…"

"Jin."

Yn sighs. She doesn't want Hobi to feel like he's not enough, but she knows they can't forget about Jin either. "I don't want Jin to feel left out, at least not from the conversation. Maybe he's not ready yet. And if he's not, I don't think he'd make us hold back, but we need to know either way. And if he is ready…" Yn looks away to the floor beside her bed, but Hobi takes the hand on his cheek as she begins to fall away and places a kiss in her palm.

"It's not how I imagined my first time, but I love both of you, and it would be amazing if we all had our first time together."

"Let's see if he's back from visiting his grandma then," Yn smiles and reaches for her phone. The two go back to watching the movie they had abandoned after Jin says he'll be home soon.

>>

Jin smiles fondly when Yn opens her front door wearing his shirt, which is big enough to almost completely cover the pajama shorts she's wearing underneath.

"I like your shirt," he chuckles as he enters.

"Thanks. It's my favorite. A very sweet boy gave it to me once when I was sad," Yn recounts after she’s closed the door. Jin wraps his arm around the small of her back and pulls her close. His other hand cups her cheek and strokes it gently with his thumb.

"He must like you very much," Jin whispers, "to give you his favorite shirt."

"I never knew–" he cuts off her words with a kiss, somehow gentle and passionate, leaving her breathless when he releases her.

"Hobi's here?" Jin wonders, to which Yn only hums and takes him down the hall to her bedroom. "Hey babe," he greets the younger boy with another soft kiss on the lips as he joins him on Yn's queen sized bed.

Meanwhile, Yn sets about turning on various lights around her room to illuminate the space that had grown dark as she and Hobi lazed about all afternoon. Finally she comes to sit on the bed with them, a nervous smile stretching her lips as she completes their triangle, all three of them facing in toward each other. Jin rests his hand on Hobi's thigh while his other hand reaches for Yn's.

"You wanted to talk about something. Is everything okay?" Jin looks between the two of them. They both feel anxious but excited. Neither feels uncomfortable, having grown accustomed to Jin's need to talk things out but also always feeling calmer in each other's presence.

"Everything is great. Wonderful, actually. We just wanted to discuss something… important." Hoseok looks at Yn for a way to continue, finding the words difficult to locate. It's not any easier for her, so she chooses the most obvious ones, pushing them out in a rush.

"Hope and I had a talk earlier, and we think we're ready to have sex."

"Damn, babygirl. That was very to the point," Hobi laughs.

"And we wanted to know what your feelings were on that subject…at this time," she stutters, losing her confidence with Hobi's reaction.

Jin's eyes are wide as dinner plates. When they'd messaged to say they wanted to talk, he wasn't sure what he could expect. Of course, he considered the obvious negative possibility, but he didn't think it was likely. He hadn't even thought of this. Not that he hadn't thought of it lately. He was struggling to keep his hands off his boyfriend and girlfriend just as much as they were. It would be difficult for any hormone-fueled eighteen-year-old boy to hold back from being intimate with their significant other, and he had two that he not only loved very much, but who were also insanely attractive. Jin cleared his throat before he opened his mouth to utter a simple, "Oh."

"Of course, if you're not ready, that's totally understandable." Hobi places his hand reassuringly over the other boy's and gives him a gentle smile.

"Yeah, Jinnie, whatever you want, we'll completely respect that," Yn adds.

Jin's eyes soften, and a new smile spreads across his face. It's amused and enamored. He takes his hands out from both of theirs, and for a moment, their hearts race with panic. He turns first to Hobi to grab his head and give him a firm kiss before he releases him to do the same to Yn.

"I love you two so much," Jin sighs happily. "And I'm glad you brought it up because I don't know how much longer I could carry on like we were. I'm ready, too. Especially if it's with you."

All three of their faces are transformed by bright smiles expressing both joy and relief. Yn can't help leaning forward to throw her arms around both their necks, and neither fails to respond by nuzzling into her neck.

"Wait. Hold on," Jin interrupts their warm embrace and pulls away, allowing Hobi to pull Yn into his lap. "Don't pout," Jin teases when he sees the frown on her lips. "I just want to know what we're talking about right now. Are we talking about all three of us? You two? Me and Yn? Me and Hobi?" Jin is clearly starting to get into his head about it as his eyes drift away from his partners. Yn and Hobi smile at each other as they watch him become flustered over the permutations.

"We were thinking we would like us all to have our first time together," Hobi admits.

Jin's mouth hangs open, midway through a thought. "Cool. Yeah. Sure. A threesome for my first time. Cool."

Yn clamors from Hobi's lap into Jin's to take his face in her hands, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "Jinnie, it doesn't have to be. If you're not okay with that, it doesn't have to be. You know we won't pressure you or do anything you're uncomfortable with."

Jin's broad shoulders relax under her gaze and her softly spoken words, and he smiles again.

"I'm never uncomfortable with you, heart." He leans forward to give her a peck on the lips and then looks at Hobi, who's watching them lovingly. "Of course all three of us should be together. I wouldn't want it any other way."

"You're sure?" Hobi asks, weaving a hand into Jin's soft hair.

"Of you two? I'm very sure," he replies, pulling Yn tight. Then his head snaps up with an idea. "Wait Yn, what about you? We should talk about birth control and-"

Yn stops his wheels spinning once again, this time with her hand to his mouth.

"I've taken care of it. I've been on the pill since last week."

"That means we could, hypothetically… today…"

"Get over here, babyboy," Hobi interjects, aggressively pulling Jin's face to meet his own in a rough kiss.

Yn slowly backs out of Jin's space, enjoying the sight of her two boys kissing, as she always has. She leans back into her pillow to take in the view, fingers rubbing her mound firmly over her shorts.

"Fuck, I really like that," Jin admits when Hobi releases him, fingers still locked into his hair.

"Feels good to be Hobi's baby, doesn't it?" Yn muses, to which Jin hums.

"What do you think you're doing all the way over there, babygirl?" Hobi asks, coming toward her with devious intent in his eyes.

"Waiting for you, daddy," she replies, loving the flash in his eyes and the teeth-baring grin, not to mention the low growl from his chest, at the use of that name. Once again, Jin is left staring in surprise as Hobi devours her mouth until the younger boy holds out his hand to him, inviting him to join.

"Come on, babyboy," Hobi smirks, and leads Jin's hand to Yn's bare leg when he gives it. Jin comes up onto his knees, following his hand up her body until his eyes look into hers once again.

"Tell us if you want us to stop," he says in a voice just above a whisper.

"I don't want you to stop," she assures him before she pulls him in to join Hobi in kissing her neck.

Jin's hand reaches the apex of her thigh and cautiously slips under the fabric of her shorts, fingers wrapping around her to give her a squeeze. Her legs fall open when he does so, and without thinking he lets his hand travel over her clothed pussy, causing her to breathe in sharply from surprise before her hips lift, just slightly, to meet his palm.

"You really want us, don't you, babygirl?" Hobi asks with his lips against the shell of her ear.

"Yes," she hisses in response when Jin finds the sweet spot on her neck. It's still tender from Hoseok paying extra attention to it earlier. That boy's teeth are now nipping at her ear lobe instead, causing her back to arch away from the bed as his hand glides over her stomach, stopping hesitantly just under her breast. She can sense how he's holding back before entering that uncharted territory. She's not wearing a bra and he's never felt her like that before, but she wants him to, wants to feel his large hands on every inch of her.

"Hobi, please. Please, touch me," she begs breathily.

"Fuck," Hoseok sighs into her neck at the sound of her whining. He'd give her anything if she begged like that.

In a second his hand cups her breast, gently pressing the supple flesh with his fingers. His thumb grazes over her nipple, dragging the most beautiful moan from her lips that travels straight from his ears to the growing bulge in his pants. Jin's hand, which has still been rubbing gently over her panties, follows his curiosity up to her chest. Finding her softness beneath his shirt, he gently pinches and rolls her peaked nipple between his fingers, making her squirm with pleasure. The two boys pull away to share a mischievous grin.

"Sit up, princess," Jin instructs thoughtlessly, the other two smirking at the new and unexpected pet name. "What?" Jin shrugs. "That's how I intend to treat you."

Yns smile grows as she follows his orders and when the two boys grip the hem of her shirt she raises her arms to allow them to strip it off her body. Instinctively, she pulls her arms back in to cover herself. Hoseok tsks.

"Don't hide from us, beautiful. You'll make us sad," Jin coos, pulling her wrist gently away and placing her hand on the back of his head. "We want you, too."

His mouth meets her skin once again, placing kisses of appreciation all over her chest before honing in on his original target. Yn's fingers slip into to Hoseok's hair as well, just as she whispers the other boy's name when his teeth capture her nipple, and he realizes he's been staring at her face this whole time, utterly awestruck that he's found himself in this situation with someone he loves so entirely. Still his eyes don't leave hers as he lowers his head to find her other peak with his tongue, not until her eyes slip closed in ecstasy. The boys smile slightly at each other as they listen to her moans. Their hands meet over her navel, fingers searching one another's skin for contact as they give her pleasure.

Yn can feel the jolts of electricity shooting straight to her core with each lick and kiss, only making her want them more, wishing they'd find their way to where she needs them most. But she doesn't want to be greedy or to rush. She wants to make them feel good as well, yet when her hands find their hips, touch their skin, both jump up in shock. Yn pouts.

"Angel," Hobi starts without knowing how to finish. Jin stutters. Yn pouts harder.

"It's not fair. You get to touch me and see me. What do I get?"

The boys look at each other before looking back at her and both slowly remove their shirts so they're all equal. She should be prepared for Hoseok's physique at least. She's seen him without a shirt before, at the pool and on other occasions. But it's been a little while and he hasn't been dancing so much, so she didn't expect to find such a well defined stomach on him. She can't seem to stop her fingers from gliding over his smooth brown skin, taught over the muscles of his abdomen. She sits up and leans forward in order to plant soft kisses all over his chest.

She's not the only one admiring him though. The boys look each other up and down, drinking each other in. And while Yn's mouth explores Hobi, theirs meet in a lustful, excited kiss. Jin's fingers in the other's hair pull him desperately closer, pushing his warm, soft tummy against her in the process. Finding herself unintentionally caught between them--a position she has come to find she loves-- Yn simply giggles and turns her kisses to the skin of the other boy. Her hands skim the waistband of each boy's pants. Both boys freeze once again as she palms the growing bulges inside of them.

Acting in unison as always, as if through telepathy, they swiftly take her hands and push her back down onto the bed, holding her hands hostage above her head. Jin's lips capture her own in a rough kiss, while Hobi's slowly work their way down her side, from her breast, over each rib and down to her own waistline. His fingers hook around the elastic and then he pauses. After a second yn tears herself away from Jin to look into Hobi's eyes. Reading the unasked question there, she nods confidently. She wants nothing remaining in between them, no barriers. She already knows she belongs fully to both of them, and she feels fearless in that conviction. Jin distracts her once more with his plush lips against her jaw as she lifts her hips off the bed, allowing Hoseok to pull her shorts away and her panties with them. Now fully exposed, the air seems colder around her, causing her legs to close involuntarily and goosebumps to raise on her skin.

"It's okay, babygirl. I'll take care of you," Hoseok promises, lips brushing the skin of her inner thigh as he spreads her legs apart. He sighs at the sight of her, wet and plump already from hours of anticipation. "Jinnie, baby, she's so beautiful," he coos. "So perfect."

Jin wants to see for himself, wants to take in all her perfection, too. But it's hard to tear himself away from her kisses. Hobi takes one of his hands from Yn's breast to coax him.

"C’mon, babyboy," he urges. "I want you to see before I ruin her."

Jin pulls away and she misses him already, but he still has one hand gently massaging her breast so he hasn't left her completely. As he moves down to her lower half he pushes her leg to the side so he can see her.

"He's right, princess. You are so pretty. So perfect for us." Jin murmurs as he strokes her thigh, not daring to touch her yet. Yn feels her cheeks heat and redden at their praise, but neither notice as their eyes fixate on the essence coating her slit. "She looks so sweet, daddy."

Hobi hums as his fingers graze her skin, swollen with arousal, and she shudders at his touch. The kisses he leaves on her move closer and closer to her core. His eyes look to the side, to Jin. "You want to taste her?"

Jin only nods as he watches the other boy. Tentatively, Hobi licks his tongue over her outer lips, breaking the seal at her entrance and they see her open up a little, enough to see how wet she truly is. Her moan is music to Hobi’s ears and all the encouragement he needs to have another try. This time he gets closer, sure to collect some of her juice with his tongue, getting his first real taste of her. He hums and takes another, licking from her hole to her clit. He turns his head to his partner and grabs Jin by the chin, pulling the boy's him and pushing his tongue into his mouth to let him taste her. Their sloppy kiss parts with both smiling, and Hobi guides his elder's mouth to Yn's heat. Jin fights off the voice telling him he has no idea what he's doing and takes a lick of her folds before closing his mouth on her clit and sucking gently. Yn's hips lift, begging for more while Hobi watches, lower lip tortured between his teeth as one hand strokes Yn's thigh and the other Jin's head.

"You're doing so great," he praises both of them, although he has very little idea himself. There's simply a sense of joy filling him up as he watches his two lovers.

"Our girl is amazing," Jin agrees as he pulls away, his lips wet with her, and allows Hobi to take his place again. Hoseok probes his tongue around her dripping hole as Jin works his way back up to look at her face. "You're so good, sweetheart. Did I make you feel good?" He asks, in need of reassurance.

Yn smiles widely at him, her eyes heavily lidded already from the pleasure he and now Hoseok have given her. She grips his neck and pulls him in to kiss her, tasting herself all over his mouth, but she doesn't mind. She simply wants more of him, more of everything and everyone. Hobi’s tongue finds her clit as her hand searches for Jin's waistband. He gasps when her fingers find his hardened length.

"Please don't pull away from me again," she begs in a whisper, eyes locking. "I want you, Jinnie. Unless you don't-"

A smile twitches at his lips. "No. It's okay," he assures her. "I'm nervous, but I want you, too."

"I'll be gentle," she promises as she slowly pulls down his pants to liberate his cock. Hobi's mouth never leaves her, but he watches on with curiosity and anticipation as Jin's thick, hard cock is released. Yn looks down at him breathlessly before she takes him in her hand again, delicate fingers barely managing to wrap nervously around his shaft. She knows she'll be destroyed by him later, but it excited her more than it scares her. Hobi pulls back from Yn's core to run his finger along her folds.

"Bet we'll have to stretch her out nice and good before she's ready for you, babyboy," Hoseok grins, but Jin hardly hears him as Yn strokes his length slowly with her soft hands. Hobi massages his fingertip over her wet entrance before pushing slowly in and hearing her take a sharp breath. He pauses inside of her.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks, eyes softened. Yn merely shakes her head, the slight discomfort not worth stopping for weighed against the pleasure of having him inside of her at last.

Jin cups her cheek in his hand. "Tell us if it hurts, love."

"I'm fine. Please don't stop," she pleads, smiling softly up at him, but Hobi doesn't move again until he receives a nod from the other boy. He bends his finger experimentally inside of her, feeling her walls tighten around him and the soft spot just beyond her entrance.

"So fucking tight and warm, babygirl," Hobi hums as he removes his finger from her, spreading her arousal all over and gently rubbing her clit. "We'll have to take our time with her, Jinnie."

"That's okay. I've got all the time in the world for our princess," Jin tells him in a shaky voice, struggling to concentrate with Yns continued ministrations.

"Do you want to try something, babygirl?" Hobi asks quietly.

"What?" Yn responds without her eyes straying from Jin's.

"Suck Seokjinnie's dick, baby," Hobi suggests, much to Jin's surprise.

"N-no, you don't have to do that, sweet girl," Jin stutters. But Yn looks at him gleefully.

"I would love to, Jin. Please let me."

"Please let her, Jin. I wanna see how pretty she looks with your cock in her mouth," Hobi encourages as he continues to tease her clit.

"Only if you're sure, Yn," Jin stalls, but she is already grabbing at his hips to pull him closer. He manages to rid himself of his clothes completely before he scoots closer to her on his knees, as close as he can get to her. He takes his hard cock in his hand and strokes himself several times before he slowly guides the tip to her mouth. She leans in to meet his head with a soft kiss, her hand touching his gently as she reaches to take control. As he lets go, she sticks out her tongue to swirl around his smooth head, getting a taste of his precum when she licks him. She looks up at him with large doe eyes, seeking his approval and finding him already coming undone, with his eyes nearly closed as he looks down on her and his mouth hanging open. His hands rest on his hips, unconsciously pushing slightly forward to give her more.

"Take his head in your mouth, babygirl. You can do it," Hoseok instructs, watching from below. His middle finger plays at her hole again, coating the tip in arousal. "Use lots of saliva, baby."

Yn does as she is told, closing her lips around Jin's girth. She sucks gently, gathering spit in her mouth, and it draws a choppy sigh from him.

"I'm sure she's so good," Hobi muses with a kiss on her leg as he pushes his finger into her again and she moans on the other boy's cock. "Let me see that spit, baby." Yn pulls off to let him see the strings of saliva connecting her to Jin. "Fuck, you're doing great, angel. Spread it around with your hand and stroke his cock. Jinnie is such a good boy, too. I want you to make sure he feels as good as you feel. Can you do that, baby?" Hobi asks, curling his finger inside of her.

"Yes, sir," she moans, sending a chill down Hoseok's spine. She takes Jin in again, deeper this time and begins to bob up and down, lathering his shaft with spit from her tongue and stroking the rest of his long cock with her hand. Once all his shyness has left him, Jin's fingers find their way into her hair, pushing it back away from her face.

"Jinnie, if she's doing well you should tell her."

"Mm. You're doing… so well… princess," he manages to get out through his haze, but he means it completely. Nothing has ever made him feel so good, and the image of Yn below him, her wide eyes leaking tears as she takes him into her throat, the saliva gathering around her lips, makes it difficult to comprehend anything else. She's so beautiful in this lewd act, one he'd never dare to imagine with her, but Hoseok is talking to him and he knows he should listen.

"Do you think she deserves another finger, babyboy?"

"Mmm, yes," Jin groans. "Have to stretch her pretty pussy so she can take me."

Hobi grins, surprised by his frank dirty talk. "You wanna fuck our little princess?" Hobi spits into his hand and pushes in another finger. It's a very tight fit, even for his slender fingers, but yn opens her legs wider for him, eager for more as he stretches her.

"Yes. She looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth, just think how pretty she'll look when I fuck her." Jin drags his fingertips along her hairline, admiring her face, and takes hold of her jaw, fucking into her a little deeper. Yn can only try to relax and take what she's given as she continues to look into his eyes, transfixed by his words.

"I'm sure you're right, but I want to have her first," Hoseok announces. "Is that okay, baby?"

"Whatever you want, daddy," Jin agrees, reaching out for Hobi with the same hand to brush his hair out of his face.

"And my other baby?"

Yns mouth releases Jin with a pop, and she pants, her lungs burning for oxygen but she doesn't mind at all. She looks into his eyes while she answers but her hand still strokes Jin lazily. "Whatever you want, daddy. I'm yours. Completely."

"That's my good girl," Hobi grins. "But first, babygirl, you'll have to take more fingers, and you're going to have to cum for us. You can do that, can't you?"

"I think so," she answers hesitantly.

"I'm sure you can, angel," he murmurs supportively as he lowers his mouth to kiss above her clit.

"Jinnie, there's something I want," she whispers.

Jin leans his face closer to hers and kisses her red lips. "Anything you want, princess."

Pressing her lips to his ear she whispers again. Jin smirks back, pleased with her request, and leaves her with one last lingering kiss before he gets off the bed. Hoseok is lying half way on his side, his hips pushed up on one side by his bent knee to accommodate his erection. Jin comes to sit on top of him, straddling the leg that lays out straight behind Hoseok. He slides his hands over his skin from his lower back up toward Hobi's shoulders, massaging gently as he goes. Pressing his chest onto the other boy's back, Jin latches onto his neck with his mouth, knowing exactly where Hobi's most sensitive spot is. The smaller boy moans onto Yn, adding an extra layer of pleasure.

"We're lucky, you know?" Jin whispers in Hobi's ear as his hand snakes around to his chest, rubbing his nipple gently.

Hoseok's mouth falls open to ask, "why's that?" in a breathless tone before his tongue returns to Yn, his two fingers never ceasing their movement inside of her.

"Because Ynie is so beautiful and sweet. And she loves us so much."

"Yes," Hobi breathes as one of Jin's hands travels down over his abs, his teeth pulling at Hobi's ear. The large hand slips down between his warm skin and the elastic of his boxers, finding purchase on the boy's hard cock.

"And she wants us to feel good."

Hobi whines, feeling undone by the unexpected contact. "Is that what she whispered in your ear?"

"Something like that," Jin responds.

"Jinnie," Yn whines, both from the pleasure Hobi is still giving her and from how long Jin is taking to complete her request. Jin's mouth travels down Hobi's back leaving a trail of sloppy kisses as his fingers curl into Hobi's waistband.

"What are you doing?" He wonders.

"My lady wishes us all to be equals," Jin responds as he slowly removes the younger boy's clothing.

"Is that so?" Hobi looks back up at the girl's face above him. She looks back at him through cloudy eyes.

"Mhm. She wanted to see what she has to look forward to. And she wanted me to pleasure you, too," Jin tells him as he takes a firm hold of his partner's long, veiny cock once again. "Can I make you feel good, too, daddy?" He whispers to Hobi as he kisses his cheek.

Hobi loses himself in the ecstacy of the boy's touch. Not just the hand on his hard, throbbing member, but also Jin's chest pressed against his back and the cock rubbing gently against his ass as Jin moves his hips subtly. He forgets entirely about Yn's clit, but it's only a moment's interruption, as Jin's tongue is there to take his place. He can't say how long the moment lasts--minutes or hours--before a small voice breaks through the haze.

"Daddy?" Yn calls gently, half sorry for asking for his attention at all when she was enjoying the euphoric expression that graced his features. Hobi clears his throat and looks back up at her, the doe-eyed expression on her face calling him back to her.

"Yes, angel?"

"I want another finger."

He finds the meekness with which she asks endlessly endearing, and he's happy to oblige. "Of course. Jinnie?"

"Hmm?" He responds, opening his eyes again after devoting himself so entirely to his tasks.

"I want those pretty lips around my cock while I make Ynie cum," Hoseok commands, regaining his composure and his sense of control. Jin merely smiles in response and repositions himself to do as he's told, but not before he's pulled into a rough kiss. Hobi pulls his fingers out of Yn's pussy and puts them into his mouth, licking the essence of his fingers and replacing it with his spit. She takes his three fingers with a groan, fingers fisting around the sheets beneath her body. "You still okay, angel?" He asks as he rubs his thumb in circles over her clit.

"Mhm," she responds quietly, holding in a breath as she adjusts to the pain. It's more than she was expecting, but she knows it's necessary to get what she wants and it will go away soon. She's distracted by the boys below her moaning and props herself up on her elbows to see them.

Jin and Hoseok are tangled in each other, the younger one twisting at the waist to give the other access while Jin lays between his strong thighs. His long fingers wrap around the base of Hobi's cock, his thumb rubbing smoothly over the thick column underneath, while his tongue moves fluidly around his head and shaft. Jin wraps his lips around his pulsing head, leaving both his partners breathless. As she watches Jin take in more of Hobi's length, Yn clenches around Hobi's fingers, drawing his attention back to her. In addition to feeling her, he can see the way she's watching Jin's actions, both admiring and taking mental notes.

"Babyboy, I think Yn likes watching you suck my cock," Hobi smirks. "What do you think, babygirl? You like what you see? Or are you jealous?"

"Fuck," Yn moans when Hoseok gives her his mouth again, sucking her whole bud between his lips before rubbing his tongue quickly over her. "Jinnie is so pretty," she manages, her love agreeing with a hum. Jin's eyes look up to see her watching him, her hands clutching her breast, thumbs teasing her own nipples. Jin pulls away to rub the tip of Hobi's cock over his tongue, letting Yn see his full length and how it glistens with his spit. Then he takes the other boy back in, deeper than before, until he chokes. "Mm, Hope, Jinnie is such a good boy," Yn moans.

In response Hobi fucks her faster with his fingers, his tongue rubbing faster, as if to tell her that he agrees, and that they're both very good. She falls back onto her pillows as his actions push her onward, the tension inside her building until her hips begin to writhe beneath him and she cums with a cry.

"Fuck, Hobi. She's so pretty when you make her cum," Jin, who's never taken his eyes off her face, moans. Hobi's mouth releases her and his fingers slow as he presses soft kisses around her throbbing lips and quivering thighs.

"So pretty," he agrees. He pulls his fingers slowly from her, leaving her feeling empty, and comes to hover above her face, licking up her sticky essence. Jin moves forward as well, to clean up the mess Hobi left behind with his tongue. Hoseok brushes her hair back with gentle fingers and looks lovingly down at her, checking her eyes and face. "How do you feel?"

"Great," she smiles, still feeling dazed.

"You're bleeding a little. Are you sure you're okay? I didn't hurt you?" She can see the real concern in his eyes, even though they both know it's to be expected.

"I'm fine, Hobi. You made me feel so good. I loved it." Yn's eyes darken as they glance down and her fingers grasp his erection. Hobi's smirk returns.

"You want my cock, babygirl?" Yn bites her lip and nods. "I want you to say it."

"I need your cock, daddy," Yn whimpers, melting beneath him. He presses his lips to hers passionately, brushing her hand aside as he strokes himself.

"Get on your knees," he orders. Without a word to him, Hobi gestures for Jin to go to the head of the bed. Once he's claims Yn's former place he takes her her face in her hands to kiss her

"Did you miss me?"

She nods and smiles before she turns her head to kiss his neck, starting a trail that leads over his collarbone to his chest. His soft moans are interrupted by the sound of Hobi's hand falling harshly on Yn's ass. She yelps and turns back to look at him, but he's already rubbing the spot gently. He grabs her hips and pulls her further down the bed and thus further down Jin's body until she's hovering just above his thick cock.

But she doesn't have time to think about that just yet though, because Hobi is rubbing the tip of his cock around her entrance. He holds her steady with one hand on her ass while he uses the other to guide himself into her wet pussy. A moan slips past his lips when he feels how tightly she's wrapped around his head and he doesn't give her any more, slipping back out a moment later. He rubs over her soothingly once again. Jin smiles at her gently to ease her mind. He reaches out to touch her face, thumb brushing her bottom lip and she licks him, taking the digit into her mouth. Hobi pushes into her again, awed by how amazing her wet walls feel as they grip him while he sinks deeper into her as slowly as he can. Yn whimpers, looking Jin in the eyes as her own brim with tears. Jin leans forward to take her face again and kiss her.

"You're doing so well, princess. Daddy's gonna treat you so well." He glances up at the other boy's face, his eyes nearly closed as he looks down on his lovers. "You have no idea what you're doing to him, love."

She can't resist looking at him over her shoulder, pleased with the look on his face that's turned slightly toward the ceiling.

"Do you feel good, daddy?" Hoseok bows his head, his eyes opening a little more so he can see her more clearly.

"I feel incredible, baby. Your pussy is so tight. So wonderful." He groans, fighting the urge to move, but she does it for him, pushing her body forward slightly, meeting Jin in another kiss. This makes Hobi chase after her, pulling her back by her hips. She moans loudly when he thrusts into her, harder and deeper than before. He didn't mean to. He just got excited. He pauses briefly before he hears her one little word.

"More," she pleads and pushes Jin back onto her pillows.

The two boys smile at each other as Hobi begins to move his hips, slowly at first. Long, even thrusts evoke soft moans from her, and as she adjusts, she has attention to return to Jin's still hard cock. Despite the lack of attention he's turned on by seeing them fuck, admiring their bodies in the process. It's like a private show just for him. Yn licks her lips and waits patiently with her tongue out, ready to receive him as he guides his cock to her. She takes him down happily as Hoseok quickens his pace. Jin lets his head fall back when he feels himself hit Yn's throat. The wet sounds of yn gagging on his thick cock turn both boys on even more, and there's no holding back now as they both thrust into her. She's never imagined feeling so full and complete as she is now with the two boys she loves buried deep inside of her. The fingers of one of Jin's hands knot into her hair, keeping her head down, while the other hand laces his fingers with hers. Hobi's hand lands on her ass with another smack.

"You're doing so good, baby," Hobi moans. "You both look so good for daddy. Fuck, I love you both so much," he groans, feeling himself come closer to climax but not wanting this to end.

"Are you gonna cum inside her, daddy?" Jin wonders, noticing the desperate look on the other's face. Hobi grabs onto Yn’s arm and pulls her chest up, tearing her away from Jin who watches breathlessly at the strings of drool dripping from her mouth as she was unprepared to move. He strokes himself as he watches Hobi pull the girl flush against his body, one hand holding her by her breast while the other turns her chin and grips her neck, still fucking her passionately.

"Should I fill her up with my cum, babyboy?" Hobi asks as he stares into Yn's hazy eyes. "Maybe you just want your turn?" he laughs.

"No. It's just that I want you to feel good, and I wanna taste your cum in her pussy," Jin admits, stroking his cock faster at the thought. Hoseok feels his own cock twitch at the suggestion.

"Play with her clit for me, babyboy," he instructs before attaching his mouth to Yn's, swallowing her moans as he continues to fuck her. Jin licks his fingertips and begins to rub her sensitive bud as he comes to his knees before them, their skin brushing, heat rolling off of all of them. It's only then that he notices the sweat that's begun to roll down her body, a rivulet dripping from her neck down between her breasts, and he laps it up happily before he latches onto her nipple and sucks hard while he continues rubbing circles around her clit. Her second orgasm crashes over her, creating spasms through her whole body and when she clenches around him, Hobi can't hold back any longer, coating her walls with his warm cum. She can barely hold her body up, but luckily she has two boys to help her. Sandwiched between them, she lets her head roll back onto Hobi's shoulder and he takes the opportunity to kiss her exposed neck.

"Are you sure this is your first time? Because you seem to know exactly what you're doing," she whispers through the aftershocks as he continues small thrusts inside her, milking himself dry.

"I promise," he tells her between kisses. "I've just thought about it a lot. And then, some things just occur naturally."

Jin has stopped rubbing her clit at least, but his hand hasn't gone far as his fingers rub the base of Hobi's cock. He can feel the sticky mess they've made together thats already leaking out of her and he gathers some on his fingers.

"Open," Jin tells her and she leans her head forward, obeying without question and allows him to shove his fingers in her mouth, lapping up the tangy mixture with her tongue. When Jin pulls his cleaned fingers from her mouth Hobi pulls her mouth back to his, licking his tongue deep inside to get a taste for himself.

"Mmm. You good, babygirl?" He asks gently, pressing his forehead to hers as he strokes her hair. She nods and hums, incoherent and a little tired. "You're incredible. I love you," he murmurs with another softer kiss. Jin gently pulls her mouth to his.

"You've done so well, princess. Do you want to take a break?" He asks in a soft voice, assuring her it's okay. She shakes her head and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders.

"I want you, Jinnie," she smiles happily.

His hands travel up and down her sides as he responds. "Not quite yet, sweetheart," he tells her and she pouts. "Don't be sad. I just want another chance to taste your sweet pussy again, that's all. Then I swear my cock is all yours." He unwraps her hands from his neck and gives each a kiss before he lays back flat on the bed.

Yn looks back at Hobi, unsure of exactly what she is supposed to do. He kisses her temple and pushes her forward by her hips, his considerable length slipping from her messy pussy.

"Go on, babygirl. Give him what he wants," Hobi encourages as he pushes her up Jin's body until Jin is able to lead her the rest of the way, until her heat is hovering just an inch above his face.

He uses his tongue to clean her up, licking between all of her folds, soothing her skin in the process. When he's decided she clean enough and she can only keep herself upright by holding onto to the headboard, he wraps his hand around her thighs and pulls her closer, where she has no escape as his tongue explores her core, probing so to eat up every drop of Hobi's cum that he can and rub against her g-spot. She begs for mercy he won't give. Her legs shake and she whimpers, but Jin gets a surprise of his own when he feels Hoseok's hands around his shaft, his tongue and lips following close behind.

"Fuck, Jinnie, your so big," Hobi praises between lavish licks. "I hope you don't hurt our sweet girl," he smirks. Hobi continues to suck him for a minute longer while Jin sucks unforgivingly on Yn's clit, until suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist pulls her away. He centers her hips over Jin's.

With one hand stroking her hair, he holds the other infront of her mouth. "Give me some spit, baby," he commands. Yn spits into his palm and he does the same before rubbing their mixture on Jin's already saliva covered cock. Hobi rubs the round head of Jin's cock against her clit a few times before he aligns him with her entrance. Yn pushes herself down to take him in, biting her lips to muffle the cry leaving her throat as he stretches her more than ever before. She's only ever had her own fingers.

"Ynie?" Jin calls her attention with his gentle hand on her thigh. "Are you okay?" She merely nods her head.

"It's okay, babygirl, take it slow," Hobi tells her quietly. "Jinnie's cock is all yours. You can take your time, right Jinnie?"

Jin's head is clouded with the pleasure of her tight walls around him, but he nods and strokes her thighs soothingly. "I'm yours, baby, no rush," he agrees. He's worried about her, terrified of causing her pain. But he knows she knows she can stop anytime, that no one would be bothered. She wants him and he can see it in her eyes when she looks down at him.

Yn let's herself sink further on his cock until she's taken all she thinks she can. Her legs are burning though and she leans forward over him before she dares to move. Slowly she rocks her hips, gliding carefully up and down his thick cock as Hoseok watches, stroking his own while his other hand caresses her curves.

"That's it, babygirl, just like that," he encourages.

"God, you feel amazing," Jin sighs as she moves above him. His hands take hold of her hips and guide her movements as she gets used to how full she is of him and tries to keep a steady rhythm.

"There's so much of you, " she smiles as she moans.

"But it's all yours," he reminds her, lifting his head to give her a kiss. Jin's hand slide up her slick back to hold her still as he moves his hips, fucking into her faster, making her cry out in pleasure to the beat of his thrusts. Hobi jerks himself off as he watches him fuck her harder, her screams of ecstacy adding to his arousal. Knitting his hand into her hair he pulls her back up, and standing, shoves his cock past her lips. He holds her head in place so he can fuck her mouth, even as she continues to moan for Jin. Yn holds her hand out for Jin and he takes it, pulling himself into a sitting position as well. Yn pulls Hoseok's cock from her mouth and pushes him into Jin's, who sucks the other boy graciously. Cradled into Jin's hips still, Yn fucks him slowly with smaller movements. Jin removes his mouth from Hobi only for a second so he can share him with Yn. Their tongues and lips glide in unison along his long shaft, caressing each vein as Hoseok throws his head back, guttural sounds of pleasure escaping from his throat. He leans forward again to be able to look at his two precious lovers, doing everything they can to please him as Yn cups his balls in her small hand and Jin gently rubs his taint.

"That's so fucking good. Mmm you're so good," he whimpers.

Yn pushes Hoseok's cock back into Jin’s mouth, watching him take the other boy's long member down his throat while she grinds her hips in circles on him.

"You hear that? You're such a good boy, Jinnie. You make daddy so happy. And you look so sexy doing it. Fuck-" she moans as she sinks deeper on his thick cock. Jin looks into her eyes as he moans at her praise. He pushes his middle finger into her mouth for her to suck on and cover with spit before he teases Hobi's asshole with the same finger. Hoseok curses in delight, digging his fingers into both their hair and drawing their eyes up to him.

Suddenly, she takes Hobi's cock from her partner's mouth and takes him down as far as she can, gagging herself loudly as she looks up at her daddy with big eyes.

"You better share, babygirl," he admonishes her. She pulls him from her mouth enough to let Jin lick his beautiful shaft while she sucks on his head. Hoseok begins to crumble as Jin's finger pushes playfully into his anus. "Fuck, babies, I'm gonna cum soon," he warns.

"Please cum for us, daddy," Yn whines.

"Mm, yes. Cum all over us. Wanna see what our princess looks like covered in your cum."

"Fuck, Jinnie," Hobi moans, that much closer just by the image he conjures. He takes his own member again and strokes it quickly above their faces, which are waiting giddily with their tongues out. "Damn, you two are so hot. How did I get so-" Hobi groans loudly as his orgasm hits him, "lucky." Thick silvery cum spurts from his cock onto the waiting pair, hitting their lips and chins and falling onto their chests as they're pressed together. They take a moment to admire each other before Yn licks whatever is left from Hobi's tip, making him shudder. He sinks to his knees beside the pair and pulls them close to him, all three of their tongues moving together as they kiss. Jin pulls away to taste the cum on Yn's chin, pulling her hips down at the same time. She moans into Hobi's mouth with the movement. He holds her there a moment longer before releasing her to clean up the mess he's made on Jin's face, which she does greedily. Jin holds her close, moving his hips rhythmically and enjoying the filthy wet sounds made by his dick inside her pussy. Meanwhile Hobi moves behind them to rest against Yns pillows, leaning on the headboard.

"Come here, babygirl," Hobi commands, causing them both to stop their movements. Jin kisses her one last time before he releases her and she crawls across the bed, in between Hobi's legs. He kisses her once and then turns her around, bringing her down to lay her back against his chest and talks in her ear, just loud enough for Jin to hear, while he rubs her breasts. "Time for you to have a rest, little one. But we still want Jinnie to cum for us, don't we, baby?" Yn hums her agreement. Hobi reaches down to open her legs as he looks up at the panting boy. "She's all yours, Jinnie."

Jin smiles and leans down to take a few licks of her pussy adding his own spit as lubricant before he kneels at her entrance and slowly pushes into her. He's enchanted by the way she stretches and envelopes him so tightly, enthralled by watching her tiny pussy swallow his thick cock.

"You're taking me so well, princess," Jin praises as Hobi presses kisses to the side of her head. When he's sure he's not hurting her, he begins to move faster. He pushes her legs back and Hoseok holds them behind her knees.

"Play with yourself," Hobi whispers in her ear, and she obediently reaches down to rub her clit. "That's right, babygirl, play with your clit while you take Jinnie's big, fat cock. You're doing so well baby." She continues rubbing as the pressure becomes too much, and Hobi can tell. "That's it, baby, you can do it. Let him feel what it's like when you cum all around him. Let him feel your sweet cunt," he growls in her ear as she has another shattering orgasm. He holds tightly to her spasming body, keeping her safe as she cries out from the overwhelming sensation. Hobi notices Jin begin to slow down. "Don't stop. She can take it, can't you? You've got me. You can take it. I want Jinnie to fuck you til he cums, too. Make him feel good, won't you, babygirl?"

Yn is unable to form words and she clings to Hobi’s arms. He releases her legs and cradles her to give her some comfort as she looks desperately into his eyes. Her body pushes onto his with each powerful thrust from Jin, who keeps pounding into her with pleasure.

"You're okay, baby. We love you. And you're doing so good," he coos as he caresses her hair and kisses her face. "Isn't she pretty when she cums, baby?" he asks Jin. "Isnt she pretty when you fuck her? Just like you said."

Jin watches them as he goes deeper and faster into her. "So fucking pretty," he grunts. "She's so beautiful and she's ours, daddy. Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Good, baby. Cum on her tummy for me. I wanna see you paint her up so pretty and nice," Hobi smiles.

Jin pulls out quickly, leaving Yn suddenly empty, and gives just a few quick strokes before his cum shoots out, reaching all the way up to her breasts, leaving abstract lines all over her abdomen. He remains above her on his knees, panting, spent.

"Come here, babyboy." Hobi holds out his hand and Jin bends over to be received by him, his pulsing cock grazing Yn's stomach as he does so. Hoseok kisses the boy with his hand on his neck, a reward for his hard work. "Come, take her," he tells Jin, who falls down beside them. Hobi slips out from under her and gives her a soft kiss on the forehead. "I'll be right back," he whispers before he gets off the bed and leaves the room, grabbing his pants on the way out.

Yn turns her head to look at Jin through heavily hooded eyes. "Hi, Seokjinnie," she says tiredly, reaching for his hand to entwine their fingers.

"Hi, Ynie," he smiles, laying on his side to look at her.

"Did I make you happy?" she wonders.

Jin looks at her softly, touching his hand to her cheek. "You made me very happy, sweetheart. I couldn't be happier. What about you? Was it too much for you? Did I hurt you?"

She smiles gleefully despite her exhaustion. "I'm great, Jinnie. Tired. I'm sure I'll be sore. But I loved every moment. Don't worry."

Hoseok returns carrying an armful of water bottles and warm wash cloths. He places the bottles on Yn's bedside table and then sets about cleaning Jin up first.

"I can do it," Jin offers as the other boy wipes his face, but Hobi brushes off his hand.

"Let me," Hobi smiles softly and continues tenderly wiping the sweat and cum from his body, all while yn lies between them, but her eyes are closed and she's paying little attention. "Perfect," Hobi proclaims with a kiss pressed to Jin's plump lips when he's finished. "Now, let's take care of you, angel."

He hands a warm, wet towel to Jin and they both clean her very gently as soft, sleepy sounds come from her lips.

"Jinnie, she looks cold," Hoseok notes quietly as he takes the wet cloths and puts them in her laundry basket. Without needing to think about it, Jin pulls Yn to him with her back to his chest. Hobi returns to get into bed with them, pulling the cover over all three of them as he lays facing them.

"How are you?" he asks Jin, his thumb gently brushing Jin's cheek.

"I'm amazing," Jin replies with a smile that makes his eyes almost disappear as he nuzzles into Hobi's hand.

"Today was...unexpected. Next time I promise we'll be prepared. We'll make it all about you, babyboy," Hobi vows, running his fingers through his lover's hair.

"I won't say no to that, but I promise, I'm fully satisfied." Hobi leans over to give him a soft, lingering kiss before he settles back down.

"Are you still with us, angel?" Hobi asks, petting her cheek.

"Yes," she responds quietly, forcing her eyes open to look at Hoseok's sweet face.

"Hi," Hobi smiles fondly, light in his eyes.

"Hi."

"Did we push you too far, my love?" He worries.

"No!" she responds eagerly. "I loved it. I knew I was safe with you."

"I'll always keep you safe," he promises with a kiss to her forehead.

"We know. Thank you for taking such good care of both of us," Jin expresses gratefully. He holds Yn tightly and kisses her shoulder, emphasizing that he's thankful for Hoseok's care of her as well.

"You don't need to thank me," Hoseok denies with a shake of his head. Looking between their two faces, nestled together, he thinks of just how much they had given him--how much they always give him. He scoots closer so there's no space between him and Yn. "I love you both so much more than words can say. You're mine, and I'm so grateful. What we had today was incredible, and I can't wait for more, but first and foremost, you're my sweet babies, and I'm always going to care for and protect you."

Yn beams at him. "We love you, too, Hope. And we're lucky to be yours."

Hoseok pecks a kiss to her nose. "Go to sleep now, little one."

She's grateful for the permission, but sorry to close her eyes on his sweet face. She snuggles more deeply between the two of them, feeling warm and secure.

"You, too, my prince," Hobi coos.

"Aren't you tired?" Jin wonders.

"I am," Hobi answers, leaning his head into his pillow, and caresses Jin's arm. "But I want to watch you sleep for a little while."

>>

Yn's eyes open slowly. She's surprised to find her head cradled in Hobi's shoulder and no one behind her. Hoseok doesn't realize she's awake until she turns her head to confirm Jin's absence.

"Did Jinnie leave?" She asks, and Hobi can hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Look how sad you are," he chuckles, plucking her pouted lip with his fingertip. "Jinnie is just in the kitchen getting us something to eat."

"Oh," she breathes. "You're watching tv? And you're dressed." Hoseok hums. "Did I sleep too long?"

He turns his head to see the guilt in her eyes and strokes her cheek. "Of course not, little one. We just woke up a little while ago. We're just relaxing. You sleep as long as you need. Go back to sleep if you want. No one is leaving," he assures her.

"I don't want to sleep. I want to spend time with you." She pulls herself closer and snuggles into his side. He responds by turning on his side and wrapping both arms around her. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Mmm...late," he replies casually.

"You're gonna stay with me all night?"

"Of course, babygirl. Nowhere else I'd rather be." He kisses her lazily, holding her there for several minutes until her bedroom door slowly opens and Jin backs in with a tray of food.

"You and Namjoon really live off the stuff in your pantry?" He asks, shaking his head.

"We survive," she laughs and Hobi laughs with her.

"What did you manage to get?" Hobi wonders.

"Well, it's mostly ramen, but I also got some cookies and chips." The pair in the bed sit up while Jin puts the tray in front of them.

"Hey, you're wearing my shirt," Yn pouts.

"It's my shirt," he reminds her.

"Debatable."

"I'll leave it with you when I go," he pledges, but she continues to pout at the thought of him going.

"I guess at least it will smell like you. That might comfort me when I'm all alone."

Jin rolls his eyes. "Speaking of shirts, you need one." He hops up from the bed to go through her drawers.

"Does she though?" Hobi questions, eyes scanning he'd chest.

"She can't eat hot noodles with no shirt on, Hoseokie," Jin tells him as he searches.

"Sad, but true," Hobi frowns, but his expression soon changes to a smile when he sees which shirt Seokjin has chosen.

"What?" He wonders when the other two giggle as he slips the article over her head.

"That's my shirt," Hobi smiles, amused.

"Do you own any of your own clothes?" Jin asks as her head comes through the neck hole.

"I have two boyfriends, why would I?"

"Jin doesn't have any of my clothes." Hobi shakes his head as he picks up a bowl of noodles.

"Actually…"

"What?"

"Well, you left your green sweatshirt at my house last month, and it smelled like you, so I never gave it back." Jin blushes cutely.

Hobi chuckles, endeared. "I guess you can keep it, just because you're so cute."

"Thank you." Jin grins. "Now eat up."

"Wait just a second." Yn interjects. "Hobi, don't you have something to add to this conversation?" She looks at him accusingly.

"No," he replies quickly before he shoves noodles into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah? So where is Jin's Ramones shirt?" Jin's eyes go wide as Hobi stops chewing.

"Yah! I knew someone stole it!" Jin shouts, much to Yn's amusement.

He chews quickly and swallows, practically choking. "I didn't mean to steal it! You left it on the bench in the locker room and I was going to take it and return it to you...but then I tried it on and I liked it."

"Thieves. Thieves everywhere," Jin laments. "You're lucky I love you." The others finally pick up their bowls and begin to eat and it's quiet for a few minutes.

"I'll go clean up," Yn says as she scrambles over Hobi to get off the bed. "Do you guys need anything?" As soon as her feet touch the ground she finds her legs weak and wobbly, collapsing beneath her. She catches the edge of the bed and Hobi holds onto her just in case.

"Damn, we really overworked you, huh, babygirl?" Hobi chuckles, but there's sympathy underlying his tone.

"I'm a little sore," she admits, though it hadn't bothered her until just now.

"Get back in bed. I'll take care of the dishes," Hobi tells her, pulling her back on the bed by her hips.

"No," she whines. "I'll feel like a bad girlfriend if you both come over here and cook and clean for me."

"Aish. What do you mean 'bad girlfriend'?"

"Yeah, baby, we're the ones who fucked you up. Let us take care of things, princess," Jin offers.

"You two stay here. Pick a movie and get comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes." Hoseok picks up the tray and begins to leave.

"Can you bring me tea?" Yn pouts, even though she knows she doesn't need to. Hoseok simply smiles and nods and hurries to the kitchen. "What do you feel like watching?" Yn asks, handing Jin the TV remote.

"Something nice we've seen a million times?" He suggests as she wraps herself around his back. He shrugs to ease his muscles as she leans into his neck.

"Does it hurt?" She wonders with a light kiss.

"Just a little, from sleeping funny, I think." He shrugs again. She pulls away and begins to massage his shoulders the way he likes while he continues to search for something, moaning lightly to let her know when she's found the right spot.

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Lol this last part wasn't really needed but I could resist the little bit of fluff bc I always torture you with angst. I also didn't know how to end it so I just left it here and you can imagine how they all three take care of each other 🥺

#bts fanfic #bts jin #bts hobi #poly bts #2seok x reader #bulletproof heart #bts smut #threes0me #bts x reader #bts fic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts #thankstaking

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Stucky Recs: Back To School

It's September, and that felt like the very most appropriate time for a back-to-school-themed rec post.

So: A rec post of 11, very seasonally appropriate, high school/college Stucky AUs.

Note: As part of my personal campaign to combat the persistent idea that every great fic in this fandom was written in 2015, I'm now marking recs of fics written post-2016 and recs of fics written post-Endgame.

🎓 The Daily Rogers | Nonymos | Explicit | 32,154 words | College

We have a (surprisingly?) large number of fics in this fandom that use tumblr as a decently central plot point. Of all of them, I feel like this one is probably the most well-known. (Unless it's this one?) This fic, featuring a defenses-way-up skinny Steve and a very sweet, but also very assertive, Bucky, is super memorable, and so incredibly well done. It's somewhat of a meet-ugly, or, honestly, a first-several-encounters-ugly, and I love the way their relationship develops from there over the course of the story. I also love what that relationship turns into once they're together. Plus, the place this story gets them— both as individuals and in their relationship — before it ends is a satisfying and beautifully done one.

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“She’s not my girlfriend,” Steve mumbled, handing him the phone back. “She, uh, she’s the one who drove me to the hospital when Rumlow broke my arm that first time. She’s a bit protective now.” Bucky stared at him. Steve—and when had Bucky started to think of him as Steve?—looked fucking adorable in Bucky’s hoodie, with his stupid glasses and his pink lips. He’d also left Bucky’s bed completely covered in blood and dirt after attempting to fight a guy twice his size. Who’d broken his arm before and threatened to do it again. “I think I understand a bit better why they made a whole Tumblr about you,” Bucky said. Steve bristled all over again. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky looked heavenwards. “Somethin’ nice, Rogers.” Steve looked—well, he looked puzzled. Like he didn’t know what to do with that.

🎓stars shining bright above you | cable-knit-sweater @cable-knit-sweater | Teen | 3,339 words | High school & College | **Post- Endgame Rec**

Look, sometimes, you want to read angst. Intense emotions. Canon. Canon divergence. Sometimes, you want to cry about these boys. But then there are times that your heart needs to read about them just being all happy and painfully cute about each other — just being wide-eyed teenagers with wide-eyed feelings about each other. My heart does, anyway. This fic is perfect for that. So sweet, so lovely. A fic that left me smiling and thinking about the two of them on a blanket under the stars.

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Steve thinks he’s going to die. He wants nothing more than to say yes. To the holding down, that is. But he cannot find his voice at all. He looks up into Bucky’s eyes. It’s dark, but the moon and the stars in the sky already provide enough light to see those eyes sparkle. They’re so close now, almost breathing the same air. Forget stars, forget meteor showers. Steve wants to drown in those grey blue eyes, and he’s barely holding his head above water as it is, judging from how hard it feels to breathe.

🎓He's All That | crinklefries | Teen | 88,665 words | College | *Post 2016 rec*

All of the rom-com AUs forever for these two, please. This is such an engrossing and immersive fic. That's something I really enjoy about college AUs, and that works so well in this particular fic —the way that, because actual college campuses are often their own little world, the world's of college AUs can be these really tight little realities with their own specific sort of pacing and consequences. I love that, and I love it in this fic — it's so beautifully done, and it's such a great read, too, I think, because the original rom-com is both high school set and limited to being movie length/tied to Hollywood standards. There is so much more depth and additional story here, while still having that really fun element of being an AU loosely based on a film. So enjoyable, and such a satisfying read.

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“You do this often?” he asks, keeping his voice quiet to preserve the stillness around them. “Lay on the ground and play dead?” “Yeah,” Steve quirks a smile. “It was the second trick I learned after fetch.” Despite himself, that makes Bucky grin. “You always have an answer for everything huh?” he says. That makes Steve sigh a little, his shoulders droop enough that it’s only then that they both notice they had been hunched close to his ears. “Yeah,” he says. “Character flaw.” “One man’s character flaw is another man’s personality trait,” Bucky says. He stretches his legs out in front of him, props himself up on his palms behind him. “Pretty sure a personality trait can also be a character flaw, but I appreciate the sentiment,” Steve says with a half-smile.

🎓That Boy is a Problem | 2bestfriends | Explicit | 10,091 words | College | **Post- Endgame rec**

I sometimes debate whether I should go with including fics on these rec posts that fall heavy on the porn side of a porn-to-plot ratio, solely because, at a certain point, smut-heavy fics feel like their own thing that should go in their own post. But! That said, this fic, although it does fall pretty heavy on the porn side of the porn-to-plot-ratio is very, very solidly a college fic. It also does have a really fun plot, and I really, so much, enjoy that it features a Steve POV that is an absolute, just total and complete disaster about Bucky. Also! This fic has vibes and aesthetics that I quite appreciate.

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Steve grins like an absolute buffoon when he sees him, frozen in place like he's rooted there. Bucky glances around, gaze settling on Steve. The expression that spreads across his face in response to the realization that Steve is in fact there waiting for him is incandescent; Bucky actually brightens like maybe he wasn't expecting Steve to show. He draws his shoulders up and walks to Steve. When he reaches him, Bucky reaches out and grabs him by the front of his hoodie, pulling him into a kiss. Steve goes with a muffled squeak, ducking down to meet the firm press of lips. For a second, Steve doesn't know what to do with his hands, hovering just above Bucky's hips as he grasps tightly at Steve's shirt. Just as Steve's knees go weak and fireworks start to go off behind his eyes, Bucky pulls away, blinking at him with big, sultry eyes. "Hey, pal. You're very punctual. You ready?"

🎓Natasha Romanoff's Dating Service | HMSLusitania | Mature | 12,223 words | College | **Post-Engame Rec**

So, here's a thing about me: I really like it when fics emphasize that Steve and Bucky are meant for each other. That's it always them, In all universes. It's a thing I'm big into for these two. And this is why I enjoy so much when a fic pulls off the thing where there is some sort of doubled get-together or double feelings build. Like, ID porn fics can do this sometimes — falling for each other two different ways at once — as can fics like this one — a fic about Steve and Bucky both ignoring Nat's insistence that she knows the perfect guy for them and instead going out to a bar and meeting a total stranger. A total stranger they fall for basically on sight. A total stranger who, as it turns out, is that exact guy Nat meant the whole time. — Yeah. That's a premise I really enjoy. This is a fic I really, really enjoy. A total delight.

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“Now I’ve got some ridiculously low resting heart rate,” Steve said, tipping his head sideways towards his wrist. Taking the hint, Bucky pressed his fingers to the pulse point below the base of Steve’s thumb. Maybe he did have a low resting heart rate, but if he did, Steve was not currently at rest. It made Bucky feel a little better, knowing that for some reason – Bucky? – Steve’s heart was racing. “Do you want to, um,” Steve started. When he paused, unsure, he touched his tongue to his bottom lip before chewing on it and something in Bucky’s body short-circuited. He just hoped it wasn’t the actual mechanical hardware attached to his left side, because that would be ill-timed. “Go home with you?” he suggested quietly. “Yeah,” Steve said. “That.”

🎓What a Wonderful World This Would Be | Mambo | Teen | 28,723 words | College

You know how sometimes you read a fic and you find yourself literally making embarrassing sorts of noises out loud about it? And also feel yourself making ridiculous faces at your screen in response to it? Right, that was me reading this fic. Featuring an art major Steve who is completely convinced Fraternity Bucky is going to be some total jerk of a guy when they're paired as project partners — until they have all of one conversation and Bucky is ... you know, sweet, friendly, smart, charming, and generally Bucky-like. So then Steve spends thousands and thousands of words falling hard for Bucky while also being super confused by why Bucky wants to keep spending time with him — and incredibly doubtful that Bucky actually does want to be spending time with him. Even though Bucky spends thousands and thousands of words being the Very Most Obvious that he's super into Steve. It's so ridiculously and delightfully cute. I love it a lot. Also! This fic is actually the start of an entire college AU 'verse. I've only read this first fic, but the rest of the 'verse is on my TBR and is likely equally delightful.

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Steve’s brow furrows. “How do you know I do?” Bucky moves his laptop off his lap, sets it on the floor. He stretches his arms up over his head, exposing the stretch of tan skin where his shirt rides up over his jeans. And Steve is definitely not looking for purely artistic and aesthetic reasons, but manages to drag his eyes away before Bucky notices. “You always annotate your books. I can see all those post-its from where I sit, even. You don’t talk much but you’re always leafing through your book because you know which exact quote will prove somebody wrong. Don’t try to argue; I totally notice.” That’s not untrue. “No fair,” Steve says. “You sit behind me. I can’t stare at you creepily at all.” “Not starin’, just appreciatin’ the view.” Steve must look confused because Bucky laughs again. “You’re kinda cute,” he says. “‘Specially when you blush.”

🎓Alkynes of Trouble | yammz | Explicit | 11,450 words | College | **Post Endgame Rec**

The author tagged this "enemies to friends to lovers" and "the softest of enemy-ships though," which, honestly, is absolutely perfect tagging for this incredibly sweet fic. It is soft. Everything that happens in this fic is very, very soft. Steve and Bucky are assigned to be lab partners! They spend all semester in this terribly and wonderfully cute slow burn! There's tutoring! There are coffee dates shop hangouts! There is cake! There is a Very Meaningful hug! It's all very, very charming and super adorable. Plus, this is a fic that works with one of my personal favorite tropes: someone slowly realizing that they were wrong about another person and falling for that person — hard — as they do. I'm always weak for that, and I love this fic's delightful — and, yes, very soft — take on it.

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His notebook was full of eraser marks, his lines uneven and confusing, running into each other when he made his structures too small for the amount of bonds between molecules. He could always see them in his mind, but drawing them out was hell for him, his hands just a little shaky. Steve didn’t seem to have that problem because Steve’s notebook…that shit was just about the prettiest art Bucky had ever seen. He couldn’t help himself from reaching out his fingers and running over the neat, perfect hexagons with their lines and perfect little letters for the attached elements. They looked straight out of a printed textbook. Steve didn’t move, the solid mass of him almost against Bucky’s side. “How long do these take you?” he asked. “Oh, I’m quick,” Steve supplied cheerfully. To prove his point, he drew a quick acetyl salicylic acid, copying its structure from the sloppy one on the board, where the lab’s flowchart was. Bucky was mesmerized, his form perfect and confident and tiny, so at odds with how huge Steve’s hands were. “See?” “Okay, well,” Bucky let out a laugh, “You can definitely write the lab report.”

🎓Lane Lines | sparkagrace @sparkagrace | Mature | 132,519 words | College | **Post-Engame Rec**

A fic I spent a weekend totally engrossed and lost in on first read and that, ever since, has always been sitting somewhere in my brain. I think something that really, really appeals to me about sports AUs is when they're used as a lens to translate some things Steve genuinely struggles with in canon — the ways he handles guilt, the ways he feels responsible for things and people, his loneliness, etc — into these incredibly real-feeling modern, actual world, contexts. This fic does that so unbelievably well. Steve isn't truly okay, at all, during most of this fic, and affects everything. I love that so much. I also love this fic's worldbuilding, with a childhood Steve and Bucky backstory, a college swim team friend group, the pressures of professional athlete life, Olympic sponsorships, world records, and in-verse media like fake tweets and news articles. (This fic is the first fic in an in-progress 'verse, all of which I would also recommend.)

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“I didn’t want to come,” Steve says, trying to be honest, “but I’m glad I did. It feels nice to clear the air. I think it’s the most fun I’ve had in a while actually.” Steve thinks maybe this has been the happiest he’s been in a long time. He doesn’t want to tell Bucky that or speak it out loud, but the knowledge that this is happiness, and that he truly feels lightness in his bones, thrills him and he wants to keep that feeling close to him as long as he can. “I’m glad you’re here now. Just you.” Bucky says. Steve doesn’t know how to respond to that so he takes another swig of the champagne. There’s bubbles in his stomach but he’s not sure if it’s from the champagne or Bucky’s words. “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we?” Bucky says. It takes Steve a second to understand what he’s referring to.

🎓Targeting | queenmab_scherzo | Explicit | 149,148 words | High school & College

I do not know if I will ever be over the way this fic manages to mirror canon so closely while being about high school and then college football. I feel as if that shouldn't work. And yet it does, and I love it. I also love the way, because this fic so closely mirrors canon, we get a lot of Steve refusing, just absolutely refusing to give up on Bucky. Or doubt Bucky. Or listen to anyone's objections or concerns about Bucky. There is a lot of Steve being determined to get real answers to things, and Steve being determined to make things right, and Steve being determined to not let Bucky take the blame/punishment for things, and Steve being determined to not let Bucky go. So you know, very much like canon. Except it's about football? It's so, so good.

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Bucky doesn't attack. He backs away instead, an immediate, heartbreaking reflex, crystallizing proof that Steve isn't dealing with a predator. It's inhuman, the raw metal of his eyes and his expression, his hollow features, the way he blinks slowly and deliberately. He just won a football game, for crying out loud, not just any football game, the Game of the Century, he beat the number two team in the country and he can't even crack a smile. There is James Barnes, but where is Bucky. Bucky used to smile through broken bones and blood in his teeth, where is that Bucky. Come back, what happened, come back to me. Heart thudding, Steve surges forward, thinking about 49-yard field goals. "At least take my phone number." For a long time, he doesn't think Bucky will respond, and when he does, it's on an exhale, an inaudible brushstroke on dry canvas: "Fine." "You—do you want to write it down or something?" "I'll remember." The noise of the crowd rises and falls.

🎓Okay, so he can play… (pretty's got nothing to do with it | Darter_blue @darter-blue | Explicit | 50,858 words | College | **Post-Endgame Rec**

I realized when I was pulling this list together that I actually probably should have included this fic back in June as part of my Pride recs post I didn't, obviously, and I'm a little annoyed at myself about it. But, that allows me to rec it now, and this is absolutely a college fic. So I guess that works out. Anyway, like I said when I talked about Lane Lines, I love when a sports AU also works as a lens to look at some of Steve's less-than-healthy ways of dealing with things. This fic, which is about college hockey, is another great example of that. There are a lot of things in this fic — many of them, but not all of them, related to Bucky — that Steve has told himself he Absolutely Cannot Do, and his journey of letting go of some of that over the course of this story is one I enjoyed so, so much. Like I said, I could've rec'd this one in June, so there's a lot centered on sexuality happening here. There are a lot of feelings and a lot of romance. Also, one of my spreadsheet notes in the tropes column for this one says, "GRAND GESTURES." So.

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Bucky doesn’t know what to do with those smiles. He doesn’t know where to keep them (because he so desperately wants to keep them) that they won't cloud him. That they won’t press into his stupid crush and spill it over into something more dangerous. The team dynamic is flowing, winding, warming into something so comfortable, it bleeds into their game, and it’s like they can’t lose. They win their next two home games, Bucky chasing down Steve’s scoring record and loving every second of it. The way Steve isn’t even mad about it. The way Steve nods at him in the locker room at the end of the games. Claps him on the shoulder now with the rest of the team… All of it leaves Bucky so wholly unprepared.

🎓Persued by a bear | Zenaidamacrouras1 @zenaidamacrouras1 | Explicit | 19,200 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

So, they're slightly older in this fic than any other fic on this list. (Well, actually, maybe not? They're a bit older in Natasha Romonaoff's Dating Service, too.) Steve is a professor and Bucky is a PhD candidate. This is also the very most academic of all fics on this list, and it's a complete and total delight from start to finish. It's a Shakespeare conference! There are tweed jackets, and suspenders, and pickup lines using Shakespeare, and the cutest Steve POV voice. I'm always, always a huge fan of a fic that features what could have been, should have been, a one-night stand, but that turns into so much more — with some hiccups, but also a lot of shameless flirtation, along the way. This fic delivers that so incredibly well and is just such a fun read.

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“You’re good at what you do, too, James,” Steve says softly, looking up at Bucky through his lashes, and shit, he didn’t mean for this to get all sexy all of a sudden. Bucky’s just. Really sexy. “You should call me Bucky. If you want," Bucky says softly. "I think I do, Bucky," Steve says because. He does. And Bucky's at a completely different university, and he's obviously a full-on, real-deal grown-up. Maybe this is okay. "Watching you work and listening to you think after following your scholarly writing for so long was incredibly hot,” Bucky says in a rush. “I’m sure you get that all the time. God, now I sound like a groupie.” Steve suppresses a smile. “Believe it or not, I don’t really have groupies."

There are a few additional fics that could be classed college/university fics and that absolutely are on my rec spreadsheet/in my bookmarks, but that I didn't include here. These are almost all fics with a plot about driving home (from campus) for the holidays/car sharing/motel room sharing/etc. that I feel like are holiday fics more than college fics, and holiday fics will almost definitely be their own post. (I didn't realize I had more than one fic like that bookmarked. But apparently, I do.)

I do have an apocalypse/dystopias/etc rec post sitting in my drafts I'm stressing myself out about it. Probably unnecessarily. I swear it's coming soon. Maybe I'll also do something seasonal in October? I haven't thought about that yet, but it's completely possible.

Fic Rec Series

#SteveBucky #Stucky fic #Stucky Fic Recs #fic recs #fic rec series #Me rambling about other people's writing

[onboardsorasora]

De aged Daniel waking up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare and walking to Max’s room with his maxy pillow clutched between his arms

they're so adorable honestly

Max’s eyes popped open in the dark. He wasn’t exactly sure what woke him up, maybe it was a displacement in the air or maybe Sassy ran across him on the bed, she liked to be active at night. He sat up and looked around, realizing immediately that his door was pushed open. Not all the way, but enough for him to see it was wider than what Sassy needed to roam around.

Turning on the bedside lamp and climbing out of the bed, he decided to go check in on Little Daniel. He opened the door fully and stopped suddenly to see Little Daniel biting his fingers shyly, standing just beyond the door. He looked tentative, honey eyes wide and maybe scared.

“Hey buddy, are you ok?” Max squatted to be at a level height immediately, not wanting to potentially scare the boy more.

“I had a monster dream.” Daniel whispered. He clutched the Max pillow close to his side, all the sequins were shifted to show Max’s face.

“You did? Do you want a hug maybe?” Max asked softly, widening his arms out– open and caring. Little Daniel quickly darted into the huggable space of Max’s chest and pressed his face by Max’s heart. Max quickly engulfed the tiny body in a hug, standing to his full height and holding him close. 

“Do you want to stay here while I check your room for monsters? I will scare them away I think.” Max offered and smiled warmly when Little Daniel clutched him tighter and shook his head.

“Stay here with you.” He mumbled. 

“We can do that too.” Max climbed back into bed, fluffing the additional pillows to become a barrier on the far side of the bed. Daniel clambered under the duvet, his Ferrari red bright in the dim lighting. He clutched the Max pillow tightly, bringing one corner to his face and flicking at the sequins rhythmically. Max noticed it was already missing a few of the shiny circles.

“Do you want to hear another story?”

Little Daniel nodded quickly, turning to look at Max expectantly. Max smiled fondly and cuddled him close, telling him a story he’d heard Vic telling the boys all the time. When Little Daniel fell asleep, he turned off the lamp and laid in the dark listening to Little Daniel’s soft breathing and categorizing how different it was to Daniel’s comforting snores.

In the morning, Max was proud of himself for getting Little Daniel to eat most of his breakfast. Most being relative, but he considered it a win that the unfinished plate remained on the table even if the spoon was in the living room from where Jimmy had distracted Little Daniel and he had to run after the cat in question to watch him settle in a sunwarm corner.

Max pulled the tiny body onto his back, chuckling to himself when Little Daniel squealed. Small hands clutched at the Max pillow, holding it tightly while his wiry arms circled Max’s neck. Using one hand to settle the tiny legs around his belly, Max stood to his full height, barely remembering not to jostle them too much. 

He took them into Little Daniel’s room where they searched for monster hiding spots together.

#not sure if I'm completely happy #but here it is #maxiel #answered #anonymous #max/daniel #my fic #de aged daniel

[tommybowefuneralattendee]

79 for shaymien tyvm - katie (the last one was also me you get it)

79. “i like being close to you. you’re warm.”

linked on ao3 || read under the cut || 4k, rated m

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"Would it be okay if we just sat here?" Shayne asks quietly, the exhale of his speech warm on Damien's shirt. Damien scratches over Shayne's scalp and it's like his best friend turns to liquid in his lap. Damien grins. "We can sit here as long as you want." || Or, Shayne's tired after a workout and it leads to a conversation that's been a long time coming.

It's not like they ever plan on doing stuff like this. This happens every time they're both single, every time neither of them have seen their families in a while, every time one of them needs and the other can provide. Damien unlocks the door of Shayne's apartment without a bit of pause. Shayne is at the gym at this time most days, so Damien isn't exactly surprised to find the flat empty. He smiles at the two stacks of video games already set up on the coffee table, the groups divided by whether the game is multiplayer or single player, all ten of them games they both enjoy. His boy knows him too well. They hadn't even discussed hanging out today. 

He's been combing through the snacks in the kitchen for about five minutes when he hears the door being unlocked once again, cracking a smile as he closes the cabinet he was rifling through. 

"Hey man, let me get a quick shower and we can game?" Shayne calls from the living room. Damien makes an affirmative sound and begins transferring the snacks he had collected to the coffee table, barely aware of the sound of the bathroom door shutting behind his friend. Despite the fact that Shayne still shops like he and Damien live together, most of what Damien's grabbed are Shayne's favorites- the guy's always starving after working out, and if Damien gets him snacks now, he won't have to hear about it. Not that he even really minds when Shayne does complain. 

That was honestly the first thing that made Damien think that maybe his relationship with Shayne was different from all of his other relationships, that maybe this is what people are talking about when they say they have a best friend. It's not that he doesn't know who he would be if he didn't have Shayne. It's that he doesn't know that he became himself til loving Shayne shaped who he is. Who would he be without Shayne's hand over the gearshift, laughter ringing in their ears nearly an hour after the joke had been told, Shayne's smiling face colored pretty by the pink of the setting sun? 

He grabs Shayne a bottle of water. He heaves out a breath. He sits on the couch. 

He doesn't know how much time he's lost writing a sketch in his head before Shayne walks out of the bathroom, steam rolling out after him like some early aughts Old Spice commercial. Damien can't help but grin at him; Shayne throws the towel he'd been rubbing through his hair at Damien's head. Damien catches it, throwing it back faster than Shayne is apparently prepared for, as it strikes him directly in the chest rather than being caught in his hands. Despite being the one to throw it first, Shayne seems a little out of sorts. He's got that look to him that he gets after live streams sometimes, the one that's half tired and half overwhelmed, though the look is mellowed some by the comfort of being in his own home. Still, Damien leans back against the side of the couch and pulls his legs up as well. He's not even entirely settled, arms wide to hold his best friend and knees apart to accommodate him, before Shayne is diving into his lap, arms wrapped around Damien's waist, face rubbing into the other man's chest affectionately. Like a fucking cat.

A chuckle punches its way out of Damien's chest at the sight. "You alright there, bud?" he asks, settling back into the arm of the couch and running his hand over Shayne's hair. Shayne hums.

"I like being close to you. You’re warm," he says simply, as if that's all there is to it, like being with Damien is the easiest thing in the world. Damien knows it isn't. The way that Shayne has always disagreed with him on that still makes him feel warm after this many years together. No matter how much time he spends with his best friend, he doesn't know that it will ever feel like enough. Sometimes the sheer luck of meeting Shayne, of being on the same set as him at the same time, it hits Damien in the chest. On a universal level, he was so close to never having this. He holds onto Shayne a little tighter just because he can. Shayne hums again, pressing in and nuzzling his face into Damien's chest.

"You wanna play something or you just wanna sit here, baby boy?" Damien asks, his tone making it clear that he doesn't mind either way, even if the words aren't so clear. Shayne makes a noise of protest and starts pushing himself up, but Damien keeps him settled in the cradle of his hips with a gentle hand; it's obvious from his face and posture that Shayne is only trying to remove himself because that's what he thinks he's supposed to want to do. Damien runs his fingers through Shayne's hair, making the other man relax against him nearly instantaneously.

"Would it be okay if we just sat here?" Shayne asks quietly, the exhale of his speech warm on Damien's shirt. Damien scratches over Shayne's scalp and it's like his best friend turns to liquid in his lap. Damien grins.

"We can sit here as long as you want," he says, sliding down a little bit more so that Shayne's face is against his throat and they're settled chest to chest. He pulls the blanket off of the back of the couch, spreading it over Shayne's back.

"Thank you," Shayne murmurs. His mouth is right against Damien's throat, his breath warm and the vibration of his speech something Damien didn't know he found comforting. He should know, as many times as they've done this.

"Any time, bud. You know that," Damien reminds him, pressing a kiss to the side of Shayne's head. That's not new either, a long time habit from when they were so much younger and so much more scared, broke as fuck all the time and never knowing what the fuck to do about it. Shayne tilts his head up to brush a kiss against Damien's jaw, settling back down quickly. If Damien didn't know to look for it, he might miss the proliferation of rose spreading across Shayne's ears. But he does know to look for it. And seeing it always warms him from the inside out. The idea that he can still make Shayne blush is one he'll always be grateful for, and maybe a little winded that he can. He loves this boy so much.

They don't talk for the next little while; Damien couldn't even hazard a guess of how long, his phone left abandoned on the coffee table and his watch missing entirely. He doesn't always put on everything when he's just coming over to Shayne's, leaving off accessories at random just because Shayne is one of the only people in the world that Damien doesn't feel like he has to present himself well around. Sure, he gives some of his best to Shayne, but Shayne has also been the person to handle a lot of his worst, to hold him after breakups and reassure him when he's scared and all of the bullshit that comes with being just a little bit too codependent with your best friend. Damien brushes another kiss on the crown of Shayne's head just for thinking of it. Boredom doesn't pick at him in this quiet place with Shayne as it typically would. The weight against his chest, the warmth of another body, Shayne, it's all very calming.

"I love you, you know," Shayne says quietly, virtually apropos of nothing. Damien hums, rubbing his hand up and down Shayne's back.

"I know, baby boy. I love you too," he replies, natural and easy. Shayne lays a kiss down on Damien's shoulder.

"I mean it," he stresses. Damien raises an eyebrow even if Shayne can't see it, his hand moving from Shayne's back to the back of his head, gentle as he pulls Shayne up to look at him, pushing back to sit up a little himself. Shayne reluctantly moves to support himself so that he can make eye contact. Seeing the question in his gaze, Shayne sighs. "You're my person," he whispers, looking at Damien with so much emotion that Damien has no idea how to pick through it. Instead of trying, he cups Shayne's jaw.

"You're my person, too, Shayne. No one I trust more than you," he assures. It doesn't seem as if this was the response Shayne was looking for, his head listing into Damien's palm and his lips pursed. Damien raises his eyebrow again, asking Shayne to elaborate without asking aloud. Shayne kisses his palm before resettling into his grasp.

"You're my best friend and it still never feels like enough," he says quietly, no longer making eye contact with Damien. A hard feeling settles in Damien's chest, the easy happiness of a moment ago draining from him. Not enough is something that Damien has heard before. It's never been a good thing.

"Did I do something?" he asks, unable to keep the shake out of his voice. Shayne's eyes snap to his and then go soft; immediately, he gets his knees more steadily beneath himself so that he can reach up and cup the back of Damien's head, careful fingers tangled in his hair. Unable to make himself think any better of it, Damien catches his hands on the backs of Shayne's thighs and pulls, shifting Shayne to have his knees spread across Damien's lap. Immediately, there's relief in every place they touch. Reassurance. Peace. Shayne is smiling at him. He looks fucking beautiful.

"Move back in with me." Shayne drops this suddenly, his gaze still soft where Damien can practically feel it against his skin, and it sends Damien blinking in surprise. Of all of the things he might have thought Shayne would say, that wasn't one of them.

"Beg pardon?" he asks. Shayne's smile falls.

"It's- it's just an idea," Shayne says, looking away from Damien and looking like he wants to disappear in his own apartment and Damien can't have that.

"Shayne, you live in a one bedroom apartment," he says gently, putting it ahead of any of the other protests knocking in the back of his mind, addressing the most practical first. Shayne tries again to push himself up and out of Damien's lap, but he's still doing that thing he does. Sometimes, typically when he's showing any emotion at all instead of handling the emotions of most everyone around him, Shayne tries to recede back into himself. He'll pull in all of his tells and shut Damien out and it's so fucking frustrating, not because Damien doesn't want to do the work of loving his best friend, but because Shayne thinks he has to. Because Shayne thinks this is what everyone else wants from him. For him to be easy. Damien has only ever wanted Shayne. Not so interested in easy. He keeps his hands on Shayne's thighs and Shayne isn't trying particularly hard, so in Damien's lap he stays.

"I miss you," Shayne mumbles nonsensically. After a moment, though, it makes a lot of sense to Damien, honestly. He misses those early mornings with Shayne, the nights when Shayne would climb into bed with him just because they were still talking, the reassurance of knowing that no matter what kind of day he had, he'd be coming home to Shayne fucking Topp. Damien lifts one of his hands and holds it to Shayne's chest, fingers brushing his collarbones through his shirt. Shayne looks at him with far too much melancholy for a face like that.

"How about when both of our leases are up? Mark can find a new roommate, you and me can find a two bedroom, we'll live together again, yeah?" he suggests, surprised then when Shayne's expression twists before he catches himself, smoothing it out into a smile. "No, no, I saw that. What's up, Shayne?" he asks, patient and even. Shayne closes his eyes.

"It's stupid," he says. Damien hums, encouraging him to elaborate. Shayne sighs. "I don't want a two bedroom apartment." When he opens his eyes, Damien tilts his head at him, confused.

"Come on, man, you know I don't really get the whole beating around the bush thing. We've gotten as far as you want to live together again, but I don't know what that part means. Tell me what the problem is." He moves the hand on Shayne's chest over to his side, thumb stroking over his oblique. With a deep breath, Shayne seems to steel himself.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately," he says, the words falling out of his mouth like they're the beginning of something, but Shayne pauses once they've hit the air. Damien nods, silently imploring him to continue. "Best sleep I've had in months was when we were sharing that hotel room in Vegas." His voice is thin, and it only takes Damien a second to figure out why. Their room had been scheduled incorrectly in Vegas. Technically, anybody in their party could have shared the room with one bed and let them have one of the rooms with two, but it was the room Damien and Shayne had been given and they hadn't made any sort of fuss about it. He'd woken up with Shayne beautifully sleepsoft, tucked comfortably into his chest all three days they were in that hotel.

"You want to move in together, and you want to share a bed," Damien says; Shayne's face colors a deep red, but he nods in confirmation. A smile creeps its way onto Damien's face. "I guess we're about to have a lot of sleepovers til my lease is up, yeah?" he asks, watching with delight as Shayne's expression goes from that melancholic fear to overwhelmingly pleased. Impulse control completely with the fucking wind, Damien leans up and kisses his best friend on the mouth. Like that's a good idea. He doesn't even realize that Shayne is kinda kissing him back before he reels backwards, putting space between their faces even if they're still touching more than they're not. Shayne makes a soft noise, quiet protest clear as he tugs Damien back into another kiss, harder but no less full of care. He's delicate with the way he holds Damien's face in both hands, his movements deliberate as he tries to tell Damien through touch alone that he wants this too. That this is all he wants.

"Dames," Shayne breathes out against his mouth. Damien leans up to catch him in another kiss. For this being the first time they've done this, it's the easiest this has ever been for Damien, the most comfortable, the only first kisses he's ever had that didn't feel like a hostage negotiation he was having with his brain to wrest enjoyment from the clutches of discomfort. Of course he's comfortable. It's Shayne. There's not a more comfortable place in the world for Damien's hands than on Shayne's skin, no more comfortable weight in his lap than Shayne's warm body. Damien pulls back again and this time Shayne lets him, makes no move to stop him from burying his face in Shayne's shoulder, breathing out his overwhelm as best as he can. His heart is fucking pounding. Still, he can't help grinning when he lifts his head to look at Shayne. It's Shayne. Loving him is the easiest thing he's ever done.

"Are we doing this?" he asks, smile coloring his words with fondness more overtly than he's ever allowed himself to display. Shayne's grin is confident, but when he speaks, his voice is quiet.

"Please," he says, broad hands warm on Damien's face, and this is it. It is different. His relationship with Shayne is different because he fucking loves him, not just the barrage of platonic affection that has bowled him over for nearly half his life, he loves Shayne like cracking his chest open and letting the other man stick his hand in. In that moment, it needs to be said again.

"I love you," he says, turning his head to press a kiss against one of Shayne's palms. At that, Shayne climbs out of his lap. Not expecting the movement, Damien makes no protest, instead raising an eyebrow at Shayne once he's on his own two feet.

"I'm in love with you. I also want to be in bed with you," Shayne says, pulling him up by the hand. Knowing it's not what he means, Damien leers suggestively anyway.

"Very forward, baby boy. Here I thought you were gonna treat me like a gentleman," he teases. Shayne huffs out a laugh and looks down at his socked feet, smiling at the floor.

"Not what I meant, you asshole. I mean- we can do that at whatever pace, like, works for us? But I want-" Shayne cuts himself off, that deep red taking over his face once again, trailing down his neck. Damien knows exactly how far that blush goes, but that doesn't mean he's not thinking about it still. He wants to taste the heat on Shayne's skin. He wants to hold Shayne so he'll sleep well. He leans further into Shayne's space, not quite close enough to kiss but close enough it definitely wouldn't be hard.

"What do you want, Shayne?" he asks, the rasp of his voice sending a visual shiver down Shayne's spine. He leans his forehead against Damien's shoulder.

"I want you to hold me," he whispers, less like he's afraid to say it and more like he's afraid to break this moment. Damien nods, grabbing Shayne by the hand.

"I can do that."

He leads Shayne by the hand to his own bedroom, strips him of his shirt gently, and then of his sweats, even getting Shayne to pick up his feet so that Damien can take of his socks for him, and suddenly he realizes that none of this is new so far. Well, the kissing, that's new. But holding Shayne's hand? Leading him to his own room? Undressing him? He remembers late nights in their shared space, Shayne's tired eyes strained from practice script after practice script, his energy scraped thin. Damien would take his hand then, get him comfortable, tuck him in. Stay if Shayne grabbed for him, which he almost always did. Damien never minded. Divesting himself of his own clothing, Damien has to ignore the way that Shayne's eyes roam over his chest, his stomach, his boxers. He never thought when they were younger that Shayne would ever look at him like this. Looking retrospectively at all of this, he can't imagine he would have done anything differently if he knew then what he knows now. Who knows how long he and Shayne would have lasted if they'd jumped into this young and unsettled? He wouldn't do it any other way.

The chief sound of the two of them getting settled into bed together is laughter; they've never been able to share a bed without getting into some kind of wrestling match. Staring down at Shayne's pretty face with his best friend on his back underneath him, it strikes Damien that perhaps that wasn't always as platonic as it had felt. He leans down to kiss Shayne again, but they end up having to pull away given that they're both still laughing. His heart feels fit to fucking burst. Just looking at Shayne makes something catch in Damien's chest. Fuck, he loves him. Fuck. Shayne pulls Damien down on top of himself, knocking the breath out of Damien in the form of a surprised bark of a laugh. Grinning against his temple, Shayne runs his hands along Damien's back with eager hands, digging in his fingers in a way that feels good, and Damien groans.

"God, magic hands," he mumbles into Shayne's collarbone. The rumble of Shayne's laugh beneath him is probably one of the best things in the world. Right after Shayne's fucking magic hands, his wide fingertips digging into the knots in Damien's back, slight ache of it smoothed out by his broad palms. He's always liked Shayne's hands though. The feel of them, the weight of them, the look of them, the blunts of his nails, the scar between two of his fingers he got breaking a glass when he was thirteen. There's so much story in those hands. So much story in this boy. He kisses his way along Shayne's collarbone, not with any heat really, but just to move his lips across Shayne's skin. One of Shayne's hands moves up from Damien's back, clutching at but not pulling Damien's hair as he guides him up to look at him.

"I love you," he says again, voice laced with awe like he's lucky just to be able to say it, to be able to love Damien aloud. He gets halfway up on his knees between Shayne's thighs, making them fall a little wider to accommodate him. With the way Shayne is looking up at him, he doesn't think he minds.

"I love you so much." With that, Damien dips down and connects their lips. Shayne is pliable under him, soft skin and hard muscle both giving way to being manipulated by Damien's whims. His hands are hungry as he grabs at Shayne, nails skating across the other man's skin. He doesn't know what it would be like to love Shayne without a certain degree of violence. His love for him has never gone quietly, never been something that Damien could pack away into boxes like everything else, reduce the clutter of his mind and move on with his life. Instead, he built the whole world around him, the chaotic life of a performer in Los Angeles moored by the touchstone that is Shayne Topp. Things, in a lot of ways, make a lot more sense with Shayne's tongue in his mouth. Like, at least now he knows why he never really liked any of Shayne's exes. Just thinking of it makes Damien pull away from Shayne's mouth, laughing into his best friend's shoulder. Is that still what he calls Shayne? They should probably talk about that.

"You gonna share with the class?" Shayne asks, teasing in his tone as he nuzzles his face into Damien's hair. Damien kisses the junction of Shayne's throat and shoulder.

"I guess this kinda clears up why I never liked any of your exes," he says wryly, delighting in the bark of Shayne's laughter that immediately follows.

"I mean, yeah." He could have said anything, really, for as much as Damien is paying any mind to it- Shayne has freckles on his shoulders that Damien has always wanted to count, maybe in the back of his mind somewhere always wanted to kiss, and the opportunity begets compulsion. 

He traces feather-light kisses from one to the next, counting in his head with his mouth otherwise occupied. When he gets down Shayne's chest someways, he gets a giggle out of Shayne kissing one a few inches below where his armpit hair stops. When he gets to one not far from Shayne's nipple, the touch of his lips brings a gasp out of him. Another compulsion begotten by opportunity, Damien touches his mouth next to that nipple, already pebbled beneath the contact. Not wanting to take things too quickly, he abandons the journey down the route of Shayne's freckles, instead pressing kisses on his way up til he meets again with Shayne's mouth. He just brushes him with a kiss then, rolling off of Shayne and onto his back. Shayne tilts his head in question.

"How do you want to be held?" Damien asks, reminding Shayne of why they had moved to the bedroom in the first place. Half hard in his boxers, Shayne takes the pivot with admirable grace, still grinning as he pushes his way against Damien's chest.

"Like this," he says, tangling their legs together and nudging Damien until he puts his arms around Shayne's shoulders. His grip on Damien's waist is nothing to joke about either, his hands splayed possessively across Damien's lower back. Damien presses a kiss to the side of his head.

"I can do that."

#shaymien #i hope y'all like this i wrote 90% of it today in a fugue state #the hilarity of the fact that i haven't done the prompt in the middle yet so the context this ask was giving just. isn't relevant yet. #sorry katie! hope you like the fic anyway <3 #mine #ask answered #prompt filled #smosh fic #rpf

[sunnydayjackass]

feel free to ignore this but ever considered an 80's camp counselor au would look like with Sunny Day Jack?

All I have to go off of is campy 80s movies lol so bear with me. Some nsfw further down.

You're the laid back counselor, sure you like the kids well enough but honestly you're in it for the change of scenery and paycheck. The kids like you, you're pretty lax but hold them accountable and appreciate that you talk to them like people as opposed to kiddie talk.

"Look Peter, I know you didn't mean to but you're kinda being an ass to Abigail." The boy toes the dirt sheepishly before nodding, shoulders slumping with regret, "Go give a good apology and we'll call it square alright?" You shrug and he nods scurrying off to do so.

Obviously none of the kids narc on you for the way you speak, the way you treat them draws them closer and they're more willing to be honest with you in turn. You're absolutely favored by a lot if not most of the kids

Jack though? Jack was fucking built for this type of thing in every way. He's an idyllic counselor. He's always upbeat and optimistic, he dotes on the kids with genuine enthusiasm and care. He never shirks away from his duties and always finds enjoyment in them, be it cleaning up equipment, turn to cook, latrines, ect. Everyone adores him.

He's the welcome wagon when you first arrive to camp, greeting you warmly and offering to help you carry your bags with a boyish grin. He'll apologize to you, "I hope it's okay- we got bunked up togerher. I mean, if it's not I'm sure someone can switch." He offers quickly trying to gage how you feel about it but you just give an easy shrug, a nonchalant shrug and almost playful reminder for him to mind his p's and q's.

Joke's on you boo- as soon as Jack saw that grinning photo paper clipped to your info sheet, you were bunked with him. And conveniently even if you'd wanted, no other counselors would seem willing to change bunks. Even those who are clearly obvious in Jack. Whatevers up with that- you'll never know.

But he's the perfect roommate as far as you can tell, Jack is incredibly easy to get along with even if you rib him about his demeanor he'll just smile widely and say the two of you just balance each other well. You become fast friends, thick as thieves- Jack willing to share his dessert with you if you're so inclined, help you with your duties, ect. And you're so sweet and grateful about it it just encourages him further.

Jack is always on the roster with you for lifeguard duty and that's where the attraction starts. Or at least you start to notice the chemistry and attraction. Jack is always subtle about his glances and when to turn his gaze. Naturally sometimes you catch him and it's cute how he gets bashful and such. But obviously, mans is fucking stacked, he's BUILT. And it's on display in those red short shorts with the little lifeguard crest and shiny whistle around his neck.

He's happy to do the work and let you perch up high on the white chair high up, happier to help lift you on it, marvelling at how you feel under his hands. But if you'd rather opt to pull your fair share alongside him, Jack is more than happy for your company and will sling an arm around your bare shoulders as you walk along the beach together chatting and keeping an eye on the campers- some needing to be reminded not to go out too far or rough horse

Also imagine helping each other with sunscreen? You're a little flustered rubbing it onto Jack's back but he just absolutely melts into your touch with a little low groan, "You've got some magic hands there, Sunshine." And you're so grateful he can't see your face in that moment.

When it's your turn, if you're still rosy, Jack will fret if you've gotten sunburnt and insist on returning the favor- if you're comfortable of course and...well how can you say no? If anyone has magic hands- it's Jack. It feels less like applying sunscreen and more like a massage. There's an air of intimacy around the two of you throughout this exchange- a charged shift in the dynamic.

The kids, of course, pick up on this, and naturally tease you about it. Collections of "oooooo's" from the kids or "Jack and (Name) sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G" the whole spiel and you're both good sports about it, blushing and waving it off to the kids while casting each other an inquisitive "haha jk, unless...?" Sort of look, it's taken off from that point on.

The next time this bridge is gapped is at an after hours bonfire for the counselors to have amongst the adults after all the kids have been tucked away for the night. There's music being played on the stereo, snacks and marshmallows being roasted for smores, along with popcorn to hold over the fire, and some alcohol passed about. Jack politely abstains, some of nerves getting the better of him, but he doesn't judge you or the others should you choose to partake

As the night wears on, you catch a chill that Jack of course noticed and drapes his jacket over you, settling beside you on the log and wrapping an arm around you to pull you against him while you both lean towards the crackling fire. "Is this okay?" Jack whispers quietly to you and you simply snuggle against him in return, leaning your weight against him and tucking your head against his shoulder.

There's a few teases and knowing smirk from other counselors but it doesn't bother you nor Jack as you cuddle alongside the campfire. Eventually it's reduced to embers, everyone else tuckered out or drunk that you all part ways to your cabin. Jack helps you up, his arm slipping around your waist with relaxed ease on the walk back. There's a magnetism between you, a mounting of tension and unsure of who's going to break it.

After the pair of you return to the cabin- you aren't sure who acts first. All you know is your hands are yanking Jack by the collar of his shirt and his hands are in your hair as your lips collide fervently. The air feels warm and hazy as you softly mewl into Jack's mouth before he pulls away, kissing down the column of your neck, asking if he can take you to bed.

After this seal has been broken, you and Jack opt to share a bed rather than sleep separately, with your relationship comes the "mom & dad" jokes from counselors and "boyfriend & girlfriend" from the kids.

You're usually spotted together like before, now usually with Jack's arm slung around you or holding your hand. When it comes to completing tasks and chores well...suddenly they take a lot longer and require a lot more work.

You getting fucked up against the wall of the canoe and equipment shed, being eaten out before making dinner, sneaking away to be fingered or a blowjob in the woods, and some nights? After the moon is high in the sky and the camp silent in sleep- the pair of you sneak out to skinny dip

When camp comes to a close, it's definitely hard. Neither of you wants to end this summer romance, so you don't. Jack promises to drive out and see you, you promise to do the same. You exchange all information: phone numbers, addresses, ect. "I'll see you soon, Sunshine. I promise, I love you." He murmurs into your hair as he gives you a lingering tight hug before pressing a kiss to your lips. You're loathe to let him go, getting so attached to each other but you’ve no choice to start driving home.

It isn't long before the two of you plan your visits and a handful of months after bouncing back and forth- you decide to move in together. It works, seamlessly, as all things seem to with Jack.

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #there's something wrong with sunny day jack #theres something wrong with sunny time jack #something's wrong with sunny day jack #tswwsdj #swwsdj #sunny day jack #sdj x reader #sunny day jack x reader #sdj

[lonelycowgirls]

Moongazing

This triggered some wholesome vibes. So, wholesome vibes with a touch of angst, coming in hot.

Will Harry and Stella be endgame?

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My asks are also open for feedback and ideas to how this universe can continue.

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"Why am I getting emotional?" Stella laughed, clasping her hands to her face as her eyes welled with unexpected tears.

"Stell," Harry laughed softly, leaning to fold his fingers around one of her wrists that were still held up to shield her face. "It's weird, isn't it?"

"I just can't believe how much time has gone by, it's a little bit sad." She sputtered, her face contorted slightly with emotions. "But happy at the same time." She looked to him while running her fingers under her eyes. Letting her head fall back into the grass beneath them, she sighed dramatically, letting her breath escape through her mouth. She took deep breaths to try and pull herself together.

Harry leaned back on his elbows, a soft smile on his face as he stared at the moon displayed so clearly in the dark sky above them. He thought about all the experiences this field had given him, to Stella and to their friends. Friends they'd known since they'd started secondary school. He chuckled again at Stella's soft sniffles beside him.

"Don't laugh at me, you sadist." She snapped, tongue firmly in her cheek.

"It's alright, you keep sobbing over there. I'm enjoying the crisp twilight evening." She rolled her eyes but held up a hand to extend to him, which he accepted, linking their fingers and stroking the back of hers with his thumb.

There they were, 28 and 29 years old, reminiscing and mourning the youth that had barely left them. But it was hard to not yearn for the past every now and then. Harry thought back to when he'd told Stella that he was going to audition for the X Factor, everything since then had been a complete blur, with details he wouldn't be able to remember even if he tried to.

"You're off again soon."

"Yeah, next week." He sighed, one hand across his belly, some skin peeking out from where his jumper had ridden up. He smiled thinking about touring again - it was his absolute favourite thing to do, without a doubt.

"Think Ally's little nieces are coming to see you in Cardiff. Her sister's Welsh, she said they're already working on their banners." Stella mentioned her work friend, making Harry chuckle softly and glance her way with eyebrows raised. "At least we know theirs won't be rude ones."

"You never know, I've just about seen it all."

"I respect it, to be honest, some of them are really creative." Stella said, rolling slightly to the side to look at him properly and tapping a hand on his chest. "And honestly, when you write songs like Watermelon Sugar and Cinema what do you expect. Women are horny, too."

"Oh, trust me, if anyone knows that it's me." He scoffed, smirking in her direction before glancing up at the sky again. He sighed, dropping all the way back to rest his head back on the arm that wasn't already occupied holding her hand. "Shame my missus is always 'on nights'."

"I am on nights!" She said rising a bit to look at his face next to her. "Not always, admittedly, but if you think I'm gonna roll over at three in the morning just to get you off on FaceTime you've got another thing coming." She punctuated the sentence by flopping back down onto her back. He brought her hand to his mouth to press a few kisses to the back of it.

They laid in silence again for a while, Stella stared at the rough-looking, wooden swing set that lived in the corner of the expansive field. She could almost see herself, Hannah and Roxanne sitting and swinging slightly as they tried cigarettes for the first time. She rolled her lips into her mouth as she remembered coughing up half a lung after the first drag.

The image melted away to morph into her sitting with Harry as they talked about his X Factor audition, how it went really well, and how he 'could really have a chance, babe.' She watched him hold her 16-year-old hands and tell her that he'd think about her every day that he would be gone and promise that he'd be back to take her to prom.

Harry kept his gaze on the moon above them, unable to stop the thoughts from creeping into his head about their next steps. He knew that Stella needed more than what he was currently able to give her but selfishly, he couldn't imagine being the one to make the decision to walk away. He was about to leave again, for months. Albeit some of it would be in the UK but with Stella working shifts they wouldn't be able to see each other until the tour was truly over.

Where was this all going to end up? They weren't getting any younger and Harry's career had arguably seen its best year to date in 2023. But what if this was its peak? What if this was what everything had led up to and then, that's it? Did he want to come home and settle down? Did he want to go ring shopping and get down on one knee in front of the only woman he'd ever been with? Did he want to admit that it was all coming to an end and become just some 30-something-year-old guy? A husband? A father?

But then, what if this was just the beginning? What if Harry's House was the catalyst to his tenure in this business? Opportunities were continuing to roll in and if he didn't take them now, would they still be there? If he did take them, would Stella still be there?

These were the thoughts that plagued him and they were becoming far more stubborn and continuous.

Sometimes he'd lay in bed at night and think about all the days he'd spent rushing around, the days where he couldn't really be present. Days of precious youth he'd never get back. But who was truly present when they were young? When new days felt as promised as the grass promises to grow and the wind promises to blow. When you feel as if you'll live forever. His entire 20s had been fast and furious, he was only briefly reminded of what slowing down felt like during the lockdowns of 2020.

In One Direction, he was invincible - literally the hottest, youngest thing in the music industry. In everyone's eyes, he could do no wrong. He had cars, houses, and the world at his feet. When it came to women, there were endless options. Something he'd never even imagined for himself. While the other boys had enjoyed a revolving door of girls - something he'd been tempted by many a time - he had kept a relatively healthy relationship with a gorgeous, loyal, funny, smart and caring partner who he could trust and adore.

The shit first hit the fan when Stella had begun to pull away. That was the first time he'd become aware of his own mortality. Of his choices and the power they held. Time had suddenly felt very fleeting and tight. She'd graduated from her midwifery course and was really getting her teeth stuck into the reality of 12-hour shifts and the real-life wake-up call of forging a path for herself. A career.

When she'd stopped answering his FaceTime calls after shows and started declining his offers of joining him on tour, it was the first time his fast-forwarded life came to a shuddering halt. It felt like he was Peter Pan and he was living out the moment he realised his Wendy had grown up without him.

For now, they were a little more settled in their arrangement. Stella missed him when he was away but she enjoyed having her own life. She had her own friends, she was thriving in her rewarding job and was close to her family. But in moments like this, led in the field they'd had their first kiss in, the field they'd had their prom after-party in, the field they'd snuck bottles of warm cider to and drunkenly kissed until they couldn't breathe. Their true home turf. Every dose of nostalgic nausea came washing over Stella to the point she couldn't help but tear up.

She thought about the teenage girl who used to live in Holmes Chapel. She was vibrant and nervous and people-pleasing. She was excited about the future but terrified of failing. She experienced all-consuming love far too early and got hurt more than a few times, and she hurt back in return. She experienced a level of fame and attention that she never really wanted and experienced hatred and vitriol when she was still learning who she was and who she wanted to be. But she did it all, because she was in love.

"It's all been worth it, hasn't it?" Stella turned over to face Harry, leaning up on her elbow. He rolled to lean over her and shuffled closer, putting a palm to her cheek and bringing his lips to press a long kiss to hers. Pulling back, he tucked some hair behind her ear and tapped her cheek lightly with his fingers. She smiled back, a hand curved around his wrist.

"Yeah... I think so."

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Just another lil something to add to Harry and Stella's story, inspired by the Satellite video.

Enjoy!

Here is the full list of content for the Been There All Along universe.

Nel xo

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[happyk44]

Nico getting ganged up on in the middle of the night. There are some kids, ex-Titan army, who blame him for all their problems. It's not his fault they lost. It's not his fault their ostracized because they attacked the place they now live.

But they hate him all the same.

Honestly, he'd been expecting this to happen for a while. Thought it would've happened years ago, but he supposes his in-and-out presence in camp, plus the second war, made him difficult to pin down. But now he's there. Tensions have boiled and it's time to strike. They drag him out of his bed and into the woods.

He doesn't think much of it. Kicks and spits and bits until they drop him. Then scampers off. One girl, child of Apollo seems likely, follows him with a ray of light that bats the darkness away. Keeps it from pooling at his feet.

He keeps running. Away from the cabins and the trees. Towards the beach with its crashing waves. Sand hits his bare feet. The rough ride of rocks and shed skin from crabs grate at his skin.

One kid knocks him down from behind. His face hits the ground. He spits out speckles of rock from his tongue.

"Come here," they snarl as they flip him on his back. The others come panting into view, grab him by the wrists and ankles. So he's easy to hit despite his flailing.

They never once wonder why a child of darkness and earth started running for the water in the first place.

The first blow splits his lip. The second byrises his cheek, his eyes. He laughs and they hit him again. He keeps laughing nonetheless. Tartarus and monsters and his own shattering heart and they really think a couple blows to the face will break him?

"Stop fucking laughing," one girl shouts. She seems younger than the others. He almost feels sorry for her.

"It's just funny," he wheezed through a mouth of blood. Spits it up and out onto the nearest face. The boy recoils and snarls. "You're beating me up in front of my boyfriend. That's so stupid."

They look around, panicked. But when no one else pops into view, they glower down at him.

"There's no one here, you idiot!"

He rolls his eyes. "Nyx is here," he says, eyes to the black sky above him. "The stars were people once too. The moon, Artemis." He tilts his head back and smiles at the twiddling waves. "The ocean is here. My uncle." The water thrums viciously. "My boyfriend."

They didn't notice the way it pooled under Nico's head like a pillow, too busy enacting their blows. But they pause now as it trickles away. They loosen up as the water rises. They let him go as the sea froths with inky blackness.

Nico rises to his elbows. The wave behind him is a tower of terror. A threatening tsunami. His assailants are cowering away from him now. Pooled together in one easy to target group.

"I'd tell him to go easy on you," he sighs. "But he's an untameable man. Doesn't really listen to anyone. Especially when they hurt the people he loves."

A drop of blood leaks from his lip. Wells into a tearful droplet and splatters to the ground.

The wave crashes.

It sweeps around Nico, keeping him dry, as it knocks his assailants down. One kid screams, the sound drowned out in the roar of the ocean. They're pulled away by a watery hard, crawling desperately at sand that gives out under them like gravel.

Poseidon swallows them whole.

The others drown. Battered and bruised by water that is as unforgiving as a riptide. One is torn apart, blasted into pieces on impact. The others are thrown around. Played with like its a game.

When the game is done with, Nico sighs. There is no remnants of bodies, no visible death. They have been sunk deep where people can not follow.

Poseidon wraps wet watery arms around Nico's chest. His body forms more solid against Nico's back as rivets of seawater bead up and down his skin. They sting at his cuts. It doesn't take long to heal him. It's accented by a firm kiss to his cheek when completed.

"Do you feel better now?" Nico asks.

Poseidon pinched him. "Cheeky."

Nico snorts and turns in his hold. The god is clean-shaven today, black curls bouncing as though he's still underwater. His hands are large and possessive. Nico sinks into him like a dense rock.

"Thank you," he hums.

Poseidon squeezes his hips. "No worries, little scavenger."

Nico giggles at the name. He likes it. A crab. A lobster. An eel. Something found in the deepest depths, surrounded by darkness and death.

Poseidon's hand drifts through his hair, shaking out sand and debris. "It's almost morning," he muses. "Want to get breakfast?"

"Fishcakes?" Nico asks.

The god hums. Nico stretches out before standing. Poseidon rises with him, an arm looped around his waist and a steady hand on his hip. He leans in. Breathes sea salt and blood. Warm lazy days and shipwrecks.

Water laps at his feet. Twists and pulls him needily towards the swell. He walks, easy, unafraid. And lets the waves crash around him as he sinks.

He's not afraid of drowning.

#nico x poseidon #poseidon (pjo) #nico di angelo #my writing #my fanfic #happy talks pjo

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Idol Crush! [32]

► THIRTY TWO: jonghoe from ateez (2.4k words)

"Wonyoung!"

"And Jungwon!"

"Won! Won! Cross!"

You were about five seconds away from just calling it a day and bolting the hell out of Music Bank. And could anyone blame you for wanting to leave?

Absolutely not.

You highly doubted anyone wanted to be in your position right now; watching the boy of their dreams host a reputable music show with his very beautiful girlfriend standing right beside him. You were honestly just itching to leave, but your responsibility as an idol weighed you down, keeping you rooted in place as you continued to watch the live broadcast from your waiting room.

You weren't the only one gathered around the screen. Both Ami and Riyah were seated on the couch next to you, eyes trained on Wonyoung and Jungwon's introduction skit while Jia sat in the makeup chair a few feet away.

"They're really cute together, huh?" you mumbled as you observed their dynamic, a slightly forlorn expression on your face.

The two of them seemed so comfortable around each other and they were doing an incredible job in front of the camera. Then again, you had to remind yourself, they were dating. Of course they'd have amazing chemistry.

A small part of you feels bummed out seeing how well they work together, but the larger part of you feels incredibly guilty.

How could you even think about Jungwon the way you did while knowing that he had a girlfriend?

How could you even allow a small part of you to hope that their relationship wasn’t as secure as it seemed?

How could you even entertain the idea of Jungwon reciprocating your feelings when it was now clear that he only viewed you as a friend?

God, you were well and truly going to hell for having all of these thoughts. It would be a wonder if you didn’t get a VIP entry straight to the pits of the underworld.

“So what?” Ami scowls, “You and Jungwon would look totally cute together too. Personally, I think you’d look even cuter!”

You felt the beginnings of a small smile begin to form on your lips. Trust Ami to try and hype you up even though it all seemed hopeless at this point.

You turn your attention back to the monitor, your eyes falling on Jang Wonyoung. Although you were older than her by a few months, you couldn’t help but admire the girl. She was a top-notch idol who managed to re-debut despite previous hardships. And even with all the bullshit you saw people saying about her on social media, she still managed to walk around with an air of assuredness and confidence. 

You, on the other hand, were a mess.  

You felt like crying half of the time when you thought about your life. And although you were trying your very best to look like somebody whose social life wasn’t going up in flames, you were pretty sure you were failing to do even that. Maybe it was a good thing Jungwon didn’t view you as girlfriend material. You could barely hold your shit together under pressure. At the very least, you were happy he seemed to find somebody as lovely and assertive as Wonyoung.

A knock on the waiting room’s door shakes you out of your self-deprecating thoughts and you turn your head to see 3 of your label mates walk in. Choi Jongho, Jung Wooyoung and Kang Yeosang all enter - Wooyoung greeting everyone the loudest by far and causing all of the attention to fall on him. When Jia sees him, she scowls in annoyance and you can’t help but laugh when the boy easily gravitates towards her. To be honest, you had no clue what the relationship between them was exactly, only that Jia got annoyed by him easily and he took a special pleasure eliciting a reaction out of your aloof leader.

Yeosang and Jongho naturally make their way towards you, Ami and Riyah. 

“Hey guys,” Yeosang greets cooly, taking a seat next to Riyah while Jongho makes himself comfortable on the armrest of the couch, “Everything good?”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously as your gaze shifts from Yeosang to Jongho.

It wasn’t particularly weird for them to be asking about your group’s well-being. On the contrary, you’d even say that your group was on extremely friendly terms with most of the Ateez members (given that you were all under the same company) ,however, something definitely felt off. Jongho was oddly silent and Yeosang had his attention trained on you specifically. Not to mention, you literally saw them less than an hour ago when you were practicing your scripts…So why the sudden interest?

You push back your suspicions and answer Yeosang’s question with a shrug, “Everything’s good. Just nervous y’know…It’s our first time performing our B-side, and as you can see,” you gesture around to your incomplete group, “our team isn’t really at full capacity.”

“Right…Right…” Yeosang trails off and you raise your brows at his awkward expression. When you try to look at Riyah and Ami, you see that they’re avoiding your gaze as well. Okay, something was definitely up.

“Why are all of you being weird?”

“Weird?” Ami’s voice comes out high-pitched, “Who’s being weird? I’m not weird-”

“They told us about your crush on Jungwon. Actually...they kind of told us about everything. ” Jongho interrupts bluntly, if not a bit sheepishly and you gasp. 

Unbelievable.

You glare at the two girls seated beside you, “Literally why would you tell them? ” your voice takes on a whiny edge, but you’re not actually mad, just severely annoyed.

The members of Ateez, especially the younger ones, were almost like your brothers. They were people you were close enough with to engage in deep conversations, but not exactly who you’d choose to disclose your crush to.

“It was totally on accident!” Riyah exclaims apologetically, “Ami and I were in the practice room talking about everything and how crazy it all sounded and these losers took it upon themselves to eavesdrop at the door,” she pointedly glares at a guilty Jungho and Yeosang, “What were you guys doing sneaking around our practice room anyway?”

“Uhm, excuse us for wanting to be good seniors by checking up on you guys!” Wooyoung huffs, joining the conversation. He slings his arm around Jia who in return shrugs it back off.

“Anyways,” Wooyoung looks at you, “We wanted to ask you personally about it this morning while we were going over the script, but Hongjoong hyung said we should stay out of it.”

“And yet here you are.” You reply dryly.

“This whole thing is such a mess. ” he shakes his head, ignoring your half-hearted glare, “You’re telling me you can barely trust two of your members and your prince charming already has a girlfriend? Who did you piss off in your past life Y/N, cause they’ve definitely got it out for you.”

Jia sees your figure slump at Wooyoung’s words and she takes it upon herself to elbow the boy in the ribs, “Do you have to be so blunt?”

“That’s kinda rich coming from you.” he winces.

“I still can’t believe Daiyu and Sunwoo would do such a thing though,” Yeosang says, successfully interrupting Jia and Wooyoung from prolonging their banter, “They never seemed like they could be capable of such a thing, let alone to one of their own members…”

“Oh, we couldn’t believe it either,” Ami clenches her fists while you remain silent, “And the fact that none of them have the balls to reach out to us or Y/N? It’s like the two years we spent together meant absolutely nothing to them!”

“This is so fucked up,” Wooyoung sighs, serious for once.

He shoots you an apologetic smile and you only shrug wordlessly. Your older friend pouts at the crestfallen expression on your face and he bounces over to you, taking your head in his hands and moving you side to side like your head were a steering wheel, “Stop looking so sad! I can’t even tease you about Jungwon because you look like you’ll burst into tears any second!”

“You are ruining my makeup!”

You know what would make you feel better?” Wooyoung gasps as he pulls back, leaving you wincing as you rub your neck, “I should do aegyo! You guys love it when I do aegyo!” he grins brightly and the room bursts into a chorus of groans.

“No Wooyoung,” Jia scoffs, “You love it when you do aegyo.” 

“Umm, excuse me…” Your manager interrupts, her voice akin to something like a saving grace, “But your guys’ interview is scheduled next. We need you in position.”

Nevermind. She definitely wasn’t your saving grace. She was basically sending you off to your doom.

“Hey, Wooyoung, how about instead of aegyo, you knock me over the head so I don’t have to embarrass myself on a live broadcast?”

“Oh, sure! Do you want me to-”

“I’ll knock you both over your heads if you don’t get your asses up.” Jia declares irritatedly as she runs her eyes one last time over her script, “Come on, it’ll be over before you know it.” Her last line is directed at you with a reassuring smile and you sigh, exhaling deeply.

“Don’t worry Y/N,” Jongho’s voice says encouragingly, “I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“Promise to sing at my funeral when I die of embarrasment?” you ask pessimistically.

Jongho only sighs in amusement.

Jang Wonyoung thinks that she is a very observant person. That, or you and Jungwon are just so painfully obvious.

When Ikonic and Ateez walk onto the set for their joint interview, Wonyoung watches with mild interest as you and Jungwon interact. The greeting is slightly awkward compared to the rest and while you try your best to avoid eye contact, Jungwon can’t take his eyes off of you. Or more specifically, Jungwon can’t take his eyes off of Jongho’s hand on your shoulder.

Interesting, Wonyoung thinks as she glances at her fake-boyfriend. His demeanour had changed instantly when he saw you and Jongho walking together and Wonyoung almost thinks she can see the pessimism rolling off of him in waves.

Neither Starship or her manager had told her that Yang Jungwon was involved with anybody before they offered her the deal. Or maybe she was just looking too deeply into the interaction and jumping to conclusions. Yujin always did tell her that she had a wild imagination...

Then again, Wonyoung notices, Jungwon was gripping his cue cards a bit harder than usual. And if she recalled, she did see a few articles about you and Jungwon floating on the internet a couple of weeks ago. What was it again? Something along the lines of the two of you and a botched pre-debut confession? Wonyoung can’t help but wonder if there might be something more at work here.

At the sound of the camera director yelling out a few instructions, the girl turns her attention back to her job as an MC. She’ll ask Jungwon about his connection to you later. Wonyoung knew she wasn’t actually dating him, so she had no right to dig into his personal life, however, not even she could deny that she was curious about the palpable tension floating around you two.

Not to mention, the rest of Ikonic and Ateez were looking between you two as if they knew something the rest of the world didn't. Wonyoung couldn't lie and say all of this wasn't peaking her curiosity.

“Okay!” Wonyoung turns her head at the sound of the Director's cue and smiles prettily at the camera.

“We’re live in 3…2…1”

“It’s Wonyoung!”

“And Jungwon!”

“Here with Ateez and Ikonic!”

“Welcome! And let’s begin this interview…”

Jungwon is…annoyed.

He’s standing in front of the camera, trying his absolute best not to mess up his lines, because for some reason (he knows the reason), he can’t get the image of you and Jongho out of his head.

When he had first seen the two of you, you were whispering heatedly and seemed awfully close to each other... Which was fine. Really. It was all good. 

Yes, Jungwon did have a slight (read: massive) crush on you, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t have any male friends. It's not like Jungwon was insecure or anything because you were being friendly with another handsome, talented male idol who could possibly give him a run for his money.

It was completely fine.

But. It. Wasn’t.

Because if it was completely fine, Jungwon wouldn’t be resisting the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance when he heard Jongho’s voice utter his lines. And he definitely wouldn’t be forcing himself not to let out a scoff when Jongho proceeded to completely fuck up (okay, exageration, he stuttered once) his lines which made you giggle. You giggled. Like, why was that even funny?

Jungwon is so preoccupied with his inner monolougue that he doesn’t realise everybody else is waiting for him to follow his own script. It’s only when Wonyoung interrupts with a playful, “Jungwon!”, does he snap back into action, his neck and cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Shit. Was it his turn to speak?

“Ah, yes…”Jungwon trails off weakly as he looks down at his cards, searching desperately for where he last left off.

Although he had taken the liberty of high-lighting everything so that he wouldn't forget his place, none of that really did him any favours seeing as he wasn’t paying attention in the first place. Who had spoken last? Was it Ateez’s Wooyoung? Or maybe that girl from your group, Riyah - the one he caught sneaking glances at Jay hyung.

“Ask Ateez sunbae to demonstrate Deja Vu's killing point.” a voice that he easily recognises as yours whispers.

You were helping him.

With no time to ponder over your kindness, or how close your voice was to his ear was, Jungwon scans his cards and finds the lines he was supposed to deliver. He clears his throat and gestures to the members of Ateez with faux excitement, “Is it possible for you to show us the kill point of your dance?”

“Of course!” Wooyoung answers excitedly and Jungwon relaxes a bit now that the attention is not on him anymore. As per the script, Wooyoung demonstrates the dance while the rest of you cheer excitedly and follow the moves.

By the end of the interview, Jungwon wants to crawl into a hole and die.

Not only did he fumble up a whole interview on live broadcast, but he also embarrassed himself in front of you. Hell, if it weren’t for you, he probably would’ve stood there looking like a fool longer than he already did.

Also,Jungwon seriously wasn’t appreciating the amused look Jongho was sending his way. What was his deal? As if the older boy himself hadn’t messed up as well. Jungwon almost scoffs at the audacity.

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SYNOPSIS: Y/N knew that once she and her group, IKONIC, finally debuted, there'd be a chance that she'd run into YANG JUNGWON: The leader of the global rookie group ENHYPEN. But JUNGWON isn't just the leader of a famous 4th gen boy group... he's also the boy that she confessed to three years ago and got rejected by. The last thing Y/N needs to do is fall back in like with him, because even something as simple as an idol crush! could bring about some unwanted drama and Dispatch worthy headlines.

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[CAN'T TAG #1]: @shit-idek-meself-at-this-point @vlykai @pshwyfie @jungwoniie @spicynlong @itboyjungwon @kyutekyuala @darlinluvsu

#with a special guest appearances from a few ateez members and wonyo🤩 #idol crush!💞 #enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen social media au #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon #yang jungwon fanfic #yang jungwon fluff #enhypen yang jungwon #yang jungwon smau #jungwon smau #enhypen fic #enhypen social au #enhypen smau

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Shitty Fanfiction ch. 14 - not my circus

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"You've gotta be kidding me," you mutter under your breath as soon as you find the stupid room for the stupid lecture your stupid alternate-universe self signed up for. You made the mistake of entering through one of the lower doors, meaning the entire class sees you, the professor stops whatever they're talking about to watch you cross the front of the stage to find a seat, and, most annoyingly, you see both Minho and Chan — Chris — in attendance. The former is sitting near the front, notes open and two different coloured pens in his hand, a concerned look on his face as he makes eye contact with you. Jeez, couldn't this supposed "rival" give you at least 200k of bickering slow-burn before looking at you like that? You make a note to keep your distance; you don't need a guy with the same face as your roommate getting rom-comically involved with you. That'd be way too weird on way too many levels.

Even Chan — Chris, god damn it! — sitting more in the middle looks away from the girl draped over his arm to cock an eyebrow at you. And, wow, this girl is gorgeous. Pretty clothes, perfect eyeliner, a smile any mortal man would probably melt over. You almost wish it was your arm she was draped over, but you know that only really happens in... Oh. Right.

As soon as she notices that Chris' eyes are on you, she sends a sneer your way.

Welp.

Hopefully this girl gets her own spinoff, where she can actually have goals and a personality, rather than just being an arm-candy side character to the dumb fuckboy she's currently attached to. You've never met someone who's content to be a mean-spirited extra in real life, but you know from watching and reading as a kid that these kinds of characters are in no short supply.

Avoiding eye contact with Chris and Minho, you scurry up the stairs to find a seat in the lecture hall. There are only a few seats left all the way in the back, and since you don't want to hold anyone's attention any longer, you just sit down in the first free one you find. The entire row is actually empty save for one guy on the second outermost seat, so you're stuck next to the aisle because it'd take too long to scoot past him, but you don't really mind. The guy next to you has the desk extension from his seat pulled out, and his head is resting in his arms laid on top. Dressed head-to-toe in black with his hood halfway pulled off his head of black hair, he grabs your attention for a second as you put your bag down. Murmurs bubble up around you, and you see a bunch of classmates sneaking glances your way. Some even point in your direction as they whisper to their friends, but you realize within a moment that a lot of them are not only looking at you, but the guy beside you.

A/N: omg a new character!!

What.

Your entire body goes into alert as you tense up, your head whipping around to try to find the source of the voice you just heard. It's not the professor, though, and judging by the fact that no one else around you has reacted as much as you have, you have to assume it was none of them. And... god, that voice sounded a lot like you.

Not you you. But the voice in your head. Like when you're trying to remember song lyrics when you can't sing them out loud, or when you're practising conversations in your head before an undesirable interaction. Or when you're reading. That voice.

"What the fuck," you whisper, cringing when the student in front of you turns to give you a weird look. You put your hands together and bow your head slightly in apology.

Thankfully, the guy beside you doesn't even stir. You barely even remember the weird reactions from the people around you when you sat next to him with whatever the hell that voice was.

The professor drones on about... something. You honestly can't tell; it's like everything they say is registered in your mind and then immediately thrown in the bin. Your hands itch to take notes, but you don't even know what subject you're trying to learn. Instead, you pull out your phone, surprised to see a missed message from Minho.

[3:09 @:loveleeknow] are you okay? you're never late

Apparently this alternate universe you is punctual. Shaking your head, you hover your thumbs over your phone's keyboard as you try to figure out what you want to tell him. If you go with the truth (well, some of it) and say you got lost, he'd probably get suspicious again, or at least worried your head injury is worse than you've let on. You have a feeling that getting involved with him would end up in more drama than you have the energy for -- the exact reason you're also avoiding the other elephant in the room like the plague. Before you can decide on an appropriate response, another message appears.

[3:15 @:loveleeknow] how is your head?

Great.

Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you come up with a quick and easy response that hopefully doesn't open up any room for interrogation.

[3:16 @:greatbigblue] fine, thanks. just slept in.

You know that it's well into the afternoon, but you also know that this is university. Sleep time is whenever you can fit it around here. Rather than waiting for a reply you'll dread answering anyway, you tuck your phone back into your bag and try one more time to focus on what the professor is saying. It's no use, though -- you feel like one of the Peanuts kids when an adult would talk, but you doubt Charlie Brown ever had to deal with fanfiction tropes... Unless, whoa, is there Peanuts fanfiction? A sudden urge to google that itches within you, but your rationality assures you that you don't want to open that can of worms.

Letting out a long, quiet sigh, you look at the guy beside you, who still hasn't moved an inch since you sat down despite the whispers and stares you know weren't just because of you. He's got the right idea, you think. Taking a nap sounds really good right now. You probably shouldn't stare, though. Unfortunately, just as you turn the opposite direction with the intention of letting your eyes roam, Chris just so happens to also be turned your way. His eyes meet yours, and you inhale so quickly you think you might choke on air.

When you ignore his overly styled hair, stupid leather jacket, and the certified model next to him... fuck.

He looks exactly like your Chan.

It strikes you once more that you're in an entirely different world, surrounded by people you know but don't know, and you have no idea how to get back. 'When' feels too much like 'if' right now, and it terrifies you. What if you never return? Will you never see your Chan again? Carlyn? Your Minho? You'd even go for finally meeting your world's Seungmin -- albeit this one has been treating you comparatively well -- if it meant returning where you came from.

Your exhale comes out shaky, held in your chest for too long, and the concerned furrow of Chris' -- not Chan's -- brow jolts you back to reality. Or anti-reality, you guess. Chris roughly shrugs off the girl from his arm, and he looks like he's about to stand up in the middle of the lecture. Panicking, you turn away as quickly as possible, duck your head down, and bring up a hand to hide your face. "Oh my god," you say with a grimace, but when you end up with your face low on your desk extension, face to face with the guy next to you, who's shifted to face you with angry eyes, your own eyes widen. "Changbin?!"

He narrows his eyes further, which you realize are underlined with dark bags. Either they're from a lack of sleep, or simply character design. "You're in my seat," he mumbles.

Unable to understand, you slowly look down at yourself, then back up at him. "...Uh. No?" You point at him. "You're in your seat."

Giving you a pointedly annoyed once-over, Changbin — well, this broody guy who looks like Changbin — sits up and squares his shoulders in what you guess is supposed to be subtly intimidating. His beefy arms certainly add to the effect. You've never felt anything close to intimidated by your friend Changbin back in your universe, though, so you don't react.

Changbin glances at and nods his chin towards the rest of the row, which is still just as empty as when you arrived. "No one sits near me."

You blink. "Why?"

"Because I'm a lone wolf."

The snort that comes out of you is completely involuntary, and you slap a hand over your mouth way too late for it to matter. While Changbin raises a brow at you (which you can barely see under the dark bangs that drape all the way down to his eyelashes), you can't help yourself. You don't mean to laugh, really, you don't. Seriously, though… someone consciously choosing to call themselves a lone wolf? In this decade? And it's Changbin of all people? You have to stop yourself from slapping your knee.

"What?" he sneers, his top lip ticking up in irritation.

"Let me guess," you start through your unending chuckles. "You're weird? You're a weirdo?" Your eyes skirt over his all-black attire again. "You don't fit in and you don't want to fit in?" Leaning closer to him, you reach your hand out to his hood on his shoulders even though he tries to lean as far away from you as he can, his face scrunched up in confusion. You flick the soft fabric of his black hoodie. "No one's ever seen you without this stupid hat on? That's weird?"

Changbin sneers at you again, and you sit back in your seat with a final, satisfied laugh.

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"Sorry, sorry." You put a hand up like you're about to swear an oath. "I couldn't help myself there. What did you mean by lone wolf?"

Seemingly caught off guard, Changbin returns to sitting normally, his shoulders losing some of their tension. "Exactly what I said. No one sits near me. No one talks to me. No one acknowledges I even exist except when they're pointing and gossiping."

"Wow." You prop your elbow on the armrest and put your chin in your palm. "The bad boy type…"

"What?"

You shake your head. "Nothing, nothing. Don't mind me; I say nonsense things sometimes." Well, nonsense to the people here, but most of it makes sense to you. Though, you still don't know where that voice from earlier came from… and you have absolutely no clue how you got stuck in this world in the first place. Hm. Maybe it is all nonsense. "How long have you been a, uh, lone wolf?"

Changbin's brow furrows at the way you waved off his confusion, but he answers anyway. "Since forever, I guess."

"Really?"

He nods solemnly.

"But you have to have at least some friends, right?" you prod. "Like a cool biker gang that you meet up with after school, or, like, an emo kid majoring in theatre that can see ghosts, or…" Your words trail off when he just shakes his head again, a frown forming on his lips. Annoyed, you click your tongue against your teeth. "Ah, that's too harsh. The author went too far with your trope."

"The what? My what?" Changbin blinks a couple times as if that'll make your words suddenly mean anything to him, which you can't help but smile at.

This Changbin is kind of cute. You have a strange, good feeling about him — a bad boy on the outside but a softie on the inside. That's usually the case in fanfiction, right? You really hope that's how it is with this alternate Changbin, that he's just misunderstood.

"Ah." You snap your fingers and point at him. "Do people think you go off on your own to some corner of campus near greenery or a small space between buildings to smoke, but in reality you go there to bring food to a tiny stray kitten in a cardboard box?"

With each word, Changbin's eyes widen more and more until you finish, and he rushes to lean in close to you and whisper, "How did you know?!"

Your hand reaches up to cover your gasp, and you smile behind it. "No way! I thought that only happened in manga, but here too? What's its name? Can I meet it?"

"It doesn't have a name yet— wait, no. How did you know all that?!"

"Okay, I've decided." You completely ignore his astounded expression, instead sticking out your hand. "We're friends now. It's Changbin, right?"

He nods. "I never told you…"

"Great!" Reaching over both your laps, you take his hand and shake it with enthusiasm. "You can call me Blue. You remind me of someone who used to call me that."

With your hand still holding his and his narrowed eyes still scrutinizing you, the rest of the lecture hall starts to pack up, and you realize the entire class has passed by without you noticing. You look around, amazed that your surroundings seemed completely forgotten during your conversation with Changbin, as if the camera in your brain blurred everything else out. Even the students sitting right in front of you and Changbin didn't react the entire time, despite one of them turning around when you cursed earlier. Is that the power of a scene with a main character? No one cares if you talk through an entire lecture?

"Anyway, since we're friends now we should exchange num—" In the middle of letting your eyes travel over the lecture hall, you make eye contact with Chris again, except this time, he's standing, and, oh god, you think he might be headed straight for you. "On second thought, I actually really want to meet the kitten, um, right now! Let's go!"

Scrambling, you grab your things and link your arm through Changbin's, pulling him up out of his seat to make your grand escape. Just when you think you've made it out alive, a hand wraps around your wrist and jerks you back around, accidentally pulling Changbin with you. Unsurprisingly, it's Chan's face you see when you turn, but it's Chris's grip that you yank your wrist out of with an annoyed huff. "Ow. What?"

He frowns at your tone but still has the nerve to ask, "Why were you at the hospital?"

Rolling your eyes, you let go of Changbin and push out a sigh. "Look, I already said I wasn't following you—"

"Following you?" The girl from earlier pops up out of nowhere to look up at Chris in concern, a pout on her lips that you'd normally think is exaggerated if you weren't in this whole fanfiction mess. She loops both her arms around one of his. "Is this person bothering you, Chris?"

He doesn't even break eye contact with you when she talks. What an asshole; he could at least acknowledge her existence before he says to you, "No, I meant—"

"What's your name?" you interrupt with a smile towards the girl.

Everyone pauses for a second as she gives you a confused look, pointing a delicately manicured finger at herself.

"...Hyojung," she eventually answers, still hesitant.

"I love your pants, Hyojung." And it's not a lie, they really are nice with that sort of vintage look, and they go well with the rest of her outfit.

She looks down at her legs, one kicking a bit out unconsciously. "Thank you," she says with a smile when she returns her eyes to you. "I thrifted them!"

"Oh shit! Where?"

"This cute little place called Allegory. Have you ever been?"

"No, but I'll definitely have to check it out." With that, you not-so-subtly step back, pulling Changbin with you as you retreat. A small wave is all you give Hyojung and a speechless Chris before turning tail.

You only stop when you no longer feel any stares burning holes in your back, and by then it's too late to realize you have no idea where you're going. All you'd wanted at first was to leave.

"So uh…" You look at Changbin. "Where did you say that cat was?"

Thankfully, he points in the general direction you've already been walking. Perhaps it's the power of coincidence in this universe working in your favour this time around.

"You're weird," Changbin says after you let him take the lead.

Shrugging, you resign yourself to just nod and smile. It's certainly easier to take comments like that in stride rather than attempt to explain what the hell has been going on with you lately. Even you don't know.

"But… Chris Bang is a dick, so I'll give you credit for snubbing him like that," Changbin admits, shoving his hands in his hoodie's front pocket. "It was refreshing to see, honestly."

"Guys like him need reality checks once in a while." In the form of cool and spunky or cute and shy female leads who seem like they'll change him for the better but in the end don't actually change anything at all — at least, that's what you used to read. Fuckboy characters like Chris never truly become redeemable, in your opinion. You shrug again. "But, you know… not my circus, not my monkeys."

Changbin huffs out a laugh at that, and you smile wider. This one isn't so bad, you think. He still laughs at your stolen jokes.

"So, did you pack cat food, or are you the 'buy a tuna sandwich and take out the tuna' kind of guy?" you ask.

"Cat food," Changbin answers. "But I don't know what it likes yet… I keep buying different ones."

"What brand do you have now?"

"I'll show you. Hold onto this for a second." He hands you a plastic cup of iced coffee as you both keep walking, then swings his backpack in front of him and starts digging through it.

You gawk at the cup in your hand. "When did you…?"

Was he carrying a coffee this whole time? You don't remember seeing it in the lecture hall, or frankly from more than a minute ago. Did you just not notice it?

Was it not plot relevant before?

If so, is it relevant now—

A lean chest moves straight into the cup, into your hand, and into your own chest. You swear it appeared out of nowhere, along with the rest of the body it's attached to, because you barely have a millisecond to register what's happened before iced coffee splashes all over yourself and the offending person's front.

Of course.

This is a fanfiction. You were bound to spill coffee on someone sooner or later.

"Oh, shit— Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." You step back, wincing at the huge brown splash on the person's shirt. "Are you— Hyunjin?"

There's no doubt it's him; he's got a face no one forgets too quickly, but there's something irrefutably different about him in this universe.

"Whoa. You're blond."

Blond Hyunjin blinks at you, a bit startled, his hands gingerly touching both your elbows to stop you from toppling over even though there's no threat of it now. The bleached blond hair tied half up, half down almost touches his shoulders, a look that you must say works for him almost too well. You always knew Hyunjin was a looker, but damn.

"No, I'm sorry," he says with an awkward chuckle and a heartbreaker smile, pulling you out of your thoughts. "I'm pretty clumsy sometimes. Your okay, though?"

"You're."

Hyunjin tilts his head almost puppy-like. His polite smile falters slightly. "I'm sorry?"

"You're," you say again, stuck in the weird haze his visuals have sunk you in. His hands still on your elbows aren't helping. "You know, with an apostro…phe…"

As you trail off, your brain comes back to full speed, and your eyes widen.

You just corrected a spelling mistake. In a verbal conversation.

But you knew it was wrong. You're absolutely sure of it.

…How?

Gawking down at yourself, you stare at your hands as if they'll magically give you the answer you're looking for. The now half-empty plastic cup sits uselessly in your grip, the lid popped off and hanging by the straw for dear life.

Only a couple seconds pass before you shake yourself out of your daze and return your eyes to Hyunjin, who's looking at you like a kind stranger would look at a lost child.

"Uh." Hastily, you pull back from his hold and square your shoulders. "Sorry again. I, um, bye."

Your runaway this time is much more fluid with the way Changbin follows along, somehow used to you after running away with you one and a half times already. He even pulls you in the right direction when, in your flight response, you accidentally try to lead him down some random hallway, which you're of course thankful for.

Because the kitten he shows you is the cutest goddamn kitten you've ever seen in your entire life.

(Don't tell Minho.)

(Well. Your Minho.)

The kitten, grey all over except for its white paws, purrs under your touch, completely content to lie in your cradled arms with its eyes closed. You think you might just cry; it's so cute. And to think you'd just been at a bunny café this morning — maybe this world isn't the worst after all.

"And you just found him here in this box?"

Changbin shrugs and nods while he sits there on concrete steps with you, his hands fiddling with the unopened can of cat food. His finger flicks the tab against the metal lid in an unconscious, rhythmic beat. He's a bit miffed that the kitten chose to sleep in your arms over him when he's the one holding its next meal, but he just watches you run your fingers over the kitten's soft fur, his ire seeping away at the sight.

You giggle at the image that appears in your mind: Changbin in all black, maybe standing under the rain with a black umbrella and staring down at the kitten in a damp cardboard box. "How convenient," you say, nuzzling your face into the kitten's fur. It purrs louder, and your smile widens in response.

"Do you always say weird things?"

Looking at him, you tilt your head. "Hm… I guess it's a more recent thing I've started doing."

Changbin doesn't respond to that with anything more than a nod, his eyes on the kitten rather than your face. After a couple minutes of silence, though, he asks, "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

Tucking his knees up in front of him, Changbin folds his arms on top and hides the bottom half of his face behind them. He stays like that for a moment before he dares to meet your eyes. "Am I really your friend?"

If the author meant to make this boy to pull on readers' heartstrings — damn. Mission accomplished.

You smile as wide as your lips allow, scooching closer to him on the concrete steps and bumping your shoulders together.

"Yeah, Changbin. And I'm yours."

Shitty Fanfiction ch. 14 - not my circus

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Just trying to survive through your last year of university, you do your best do keep to the sidelines. No drama, no problem — that’s your motto. Besides, with your two best friends, your dependable roommate, and your adorable coworker, what kind of shit could you possibly get into?

But when you’re suddenly thrown into a world you don’t recognize at all, your no-drama-no-problem life turns into nothing but a faraway dream. All alone, you’ll have to deal with fuckboys, mean girls, and… getting sold to One Direction?!

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Note! I formatted this completely in the browser version on my phone because I don't have my computer, so I'm sorry if the taglist doesn't work! I literally don't know how to do it here and I told myself I wouldn't download the app until I return 😅 I just really wanted to get this update out for you guys sorry!!

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[luveline]

Jade oh my god, i'd just like to preface this with a thank you for your work because it truly is so beautiful and has nearly always brought me to tears (happy and sad lol) and because this is so long! but i have not read any of your zombie au before the kidnapping fic (and will be getting right on that because i think id die if i dont get more of these two omg) and it was so easy to fall into their world and just know the characters. 

The first part that stood out to me was the ordeal with the soap, when he found the soap in the showers and just put it in his pocket because he knew you hadn't wanted to waste it, that was when it was like oh okay he is so madly in love with her he's not even gonna waste that soap because you wouldn't waste it. 

“The only thing he finds is a slither of soap, the shard of bar soap he'd told you to throw away, lying on the floor. 

You'd insisted you wouldn't waste it. 

He picks it up and pockets it, throwing his gaze around the room in another circle to be sure.” 

Another thing that made my heart absolutely ache was the fact that they were both in so much agony over the fact that, that could've been it, that's all they'll get of each other. 

“What if you've abandoned him? Loved him this long to toss in the towel at the finish line? “ 

“Under all that you're still hoping he's going to save you. You're gonna hear him calling. You hope — you know — Steve won't think you've left. While you haven't been quiet about your doubts living in The College, you wouldn't leave without him. Steve is the safest place in the world.” 

“If they believe you left, they believe it was by yourself. You have to hope Steve believes you'd never go without him. 

If he doesn't, you are completely alone.”

“You wish you’d known what was going to happen. Not even to ask him to come with you. You think after everything the two of you deserve a proper goodbye. All that pain and all that affection and this is how it ends?” 

LIKE FUCK!!!!!! 

 I literally had to take a step away from my phone when steve found her and said this>

“Hey,” he says, smiling a rare smile. “My girl… it’ll be okay. I’m gonna fix it. Everything’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

When they're in bed together at the end and she's asking if he's okay and he breaks down a little bit but realizes she doesn't need that so he holds himself together through jokes just to see her smile….he's so in love, i don't think you can show that any better than you have already and honestly it's just so beautiful. 

“You have tears in your eyes and he’s flooded with guilt. He brought it up too soon, he knows. It’s barely over — you need to feel safe, and won’t if he keeps reminding you. 

“I’m okay,” he says softly. “How are you feeling, huh?”

I’m so sorry, he wants to tell you. 

You’re finally smiling. He won’t ruin it.”

basically im in luv with this story and i want you to know that i am so thankful i was able to read it! <333

HOLY shit .

I need to preface with this shit means the world to me 🥺 I loooove seeing what you thought and this is just a beyond generous appraisal I'm jelly fr

I'm glad it was easy to start with that one I usually forget that like they're separate and should probably be readable for new people too and it's a good relief

It's an insane feeling when readers pick up on stuff you did and you're not sure if you've like laid it down clearly enough?? I don't know but the soap, and the agony of not knowing if they're ever gonna see each other again, and even the bit where he's about to have a breakdown but then pulls it together, I don't know its just a pleasure to know you read it and you felt all of it, I feel accomplished 😭

I'm sloppy but yeah it means the world, thank you so much for reading, for taking the time to share this with me, and for being a total sweetheart ♥🫂

#jade's asks #ily