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the language of flowers | l.jn

featuring: film director!jeno x artist!reader (no gendered terms), jaemin, chenle and jisung cameos

summary — jeno doesn't speak of his affection in words. instead, he teaches you that the letter "L", in his love language of flowers, is for lavender lozenges, lily of the valleys, lockets and love.

author's note: damn the stars rlly aligned for me to post this one... originally was just gonna let it rot in my drafts but here i am posting it for @strxbrymochi 's bday. happy belated bday ki !! muah ily

You should have been prepared for Jeno to be constantly busy when you started dating him four months ago. But it still comes as a shock to you when Jeno sits you down on a Saturday afternoon, a plate of violet cookies placed in front of you.

"I'm sorry," he begins. The moment the words escape his lips, you know what this is all about. Even so, you keep quiet, allowing him to continue with the apology he's prepared.

"I've been signed on to do a short film, and they want us to do the shooting overseas."

Although you knew it was coming, it still comes as a punch to your gut. Being away from Jeno is hard for you, and you don’t want to let him go.

"Where to?" you ask, the words coming out before you can stop them. It's too late now to tell him to stay, and you curse your brain for being two steps behind your stupid, ever-running mouth.

"London. It's a Victorian era film, they said, about flowers."

You permit yourself a small smile. "You love flowers."

Jeno looks down, nodding once. "Yep."

You reach over, tilting his chin up. "Look at me."

He does, eyes quivering anxiously while he waits for you to speak. You’re always the one talking—rambling—and now that you’re silent, it must scare him. You touch your forehead to his, and you feel him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't be sorry. Go, and enjoy yourself. Pour your soul into it. I'll wait for you to come back, okay? Don't forget me when you're busy working with everyone else."

Jeno lifts up his hand, and you press your palm against his, fingers interlocking with his. "Won't forget you," Jeno mumbles. "I couldn't ever forget you."

You grin, kissing his nose. "I know you wouldn't, silly boy."

—

As Jeno wheels his luggage over the smooth airport floor, he turns to look over at you, shuffling your feet and staring at the ground. He leans over, whispering in your ear, "Blue salvia."

Think of me. It's one of the first flowers that Jeno gave you before you started dating, a secret confession you only learnt about when he finally told you what it meant. Now, it serves as encouragement for you, something to accompany you when Jeno can't.

You smile at him, eyes wide and pensive. "Have a safe flight."

Jeno wraps you into a hug, burying his face in your hair. He doesn't know when he'll get to see you again, and he's not sure if he can survive these months without you. But for both of your sakes, he'll try.

"See you later, alligator."

"In a while, crocodile," you reply, the familiar words a promise between the two of you to weather this storm together.

—

Jeno sits in his seat, flipping his phone in his hand as he waits impatiently for the plane to take off. He tries his best not to look at the time, trying not to count down the seconds in his mind, trying not to keep track of how long it's been since he last saw your face.

An announcement starts to play, asking all passengers on the flight to turn their attention to the flight attendants as they begin the safety briefing. Jeno looks at the flight attendant, but doesn't process the words he's hearing, his mind too focused on the thought of you.

He slips his hand into his pocket, his fingers finding purchase. The plastic crinkles in his palm as he draws the object out, realising that it's a sweet. You told him once that you always have to bring sweets when you’re flying, to suck on in order to prevent your ears from getting blocked.

Jeno has packed the mints you asked him to, but they're in his bag. He swiped the lavender lozenges from your stash that morning, a keepsake to remember you by on the trip. As the pilot announces that the plane is taking off, Jeno pops the sweet into his mouth, the taste of sugar and lavender dissolving on his tongue.

He misses you.

—

Jeno is rudely awakened from his sleep by Jaemin shaking his shoulder. "Good morning," the elder says in a singsong voice, and Jeno's eyes spring open. He casts Jaemin a dirty look, but the latter just grins back at him.

Jeno sighs irritably, getting to his feet and hauling himself out of the bed. His heart's not in it—not in this trip, and maybe not even in the film—and Jaemin knows it.

However, it's not like either of them has a choice. Jaemin liked the script for this film, and Jeno did too. He had plenty of ideas for the film. Despite it being a small project, Jeno believes it can turn out much better than people are expecting it to.

The only issue is that it's not in Korea. It's far away from you, and Jeno needs you in more ways than one. You are his source of comfort and his pillar of strength, but most importantly, you are his muse. Without you, he finds himself unable to function, not knowing which step to take next. Because all he wants to do is find the path that leads back to you, even if it's the worst or stupidest decision he could possibly make.

Longing gnaws at him every day, carving a giant you-sized hole in his chest. He snatches his copy of the script off the table, and Jaemin takes a sweeping glance over the room.

"You've surprisingly tidy for someone who looks like he has zero motivation to keep things organised."

"That's because all of my shit is in my suitcase, so I'm prepared to go back at the shortest notice."

Jaemin rolls his eyes at Jeno's retort, clapping his hands together. "Alright, smartass. Get moving so you won't be the last one to arrive again."

Jeno tugs on his shoes, slipping his hands into his coat and taking an umbrella before getting out of the door.

—

Your takeout arrives earlier than expected, and you suddenly recall that you haven’t checked your mailbox in almost a week. Usually, Jeno's the one who does it, collecting mail while waiting for the elevator to arrive. When Jeno had just left, you had made a conscious effort to check the mailbox every day, but now that it's been almost a month, you’re starting to forget again.

You pick up the takeout box and place the food on the table before exiting again and heading downstairs to check the mailbox.

As per usual, the mailbox is full of bills, although usually the number of letters is much fewer. You mindlessly flip through the envelopes, not paying much attention, until one of the letters catches your eye.

It's sealed with wax, which strikes you as odd—who even uses wax to seal envelopes in this day and age?—and you place it on top of the other letters to examine later.

Upstairs, you neatly place the letters on the dining table for you to settle later on. Then, you turn your attention back to the sleek, cream-coloured envelope, intrigued.

You take a closer look at the wax seal, realising that it's a stamp of a flower bouquet. Could it be from Jeno? you wonder.

It doesn't seem very likely, however. Jeno has never been one for dramatic flair, and the simple yet elegant letter practically screams dramatic. There's only one person you knows that's this dramatic, and it's…

"Donghyuck," you breathe out. One of Jeno's college friends, Donghyuck is the definition of dramatic. He loves to exaggerate and make a big fuss out of everything, and it's entertaining to say the least. Donghyuck is also chattier than most, similar to yourself, and the two of you had hit it off when you first met at one of Jeno's college roommate's place.

Donghyuck is essentially your key to Jeno's past. Jeno has been a solitary creature for all the time you’ve known him, and he doesn't talk much about his life before he met you. Besides Jaemin and Donghyuck, Jeno doesn't initiate much interaction with his old friends either. His friends respect that, so you don’t know much about what Jeno was like in the past.

However, Donghyuck is different. He loves to bring up embarrassing memories, inside jokes, and tell people old stories about his friends. You have always loved to listen to Donghyuck talk about Jeno in college, or even his first impression of Jeno when he saw him around in high school.

If it weren't for Donghyuck, you might not even have known about Jeno's friends' whereabouts now, nor have gotten to know about them.

Remembering the letter in your hand, you hurriedly get a hairdryer to heat up the seal, gingerly removing it and opening up the letter.

Dear Jeno and Y/n, you are cordially invited to Lee Donghyuck and Ha Yeon-seok's wedding...

Wait, what? You read the first line again, your heart stopping when you see the word “wedding”. Wedding? It takes you a few seconds to remember that you’re 24 now, which is almost a reasonable age to get married at. Since neither you nor Jeno had dated anyone for a while before you got together, sometimes you forget that other people have been dating for years now.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself, and continue reading.

The wedding is to be held in London, and it briefly crosses your mind that Yean-seok is half British. Once you’ve processed that information, you do a double take and check the date. It's in six months from now, and you have to get presentable clothes that fit the colour scheme within that time period.

While you’re wondering now to get the clothes in time, your phone dings.

jeno: hey, y/n you: hello jeno: i have... news.

Jeno calls to inform you that, regrettably, there has been a complication with some of the scenes. For one scene in particular, they had arranged for a horse carriage to be used during the filming. However, due to a miscommunication, the horse has been sold to someone else instead.

The screenwriter insists on having the horse be a specific breed for stylistic reasons, but the budget for the project makes it infeasible for the team to find a suitable horse in a short span of time.

Jaemin wants to postpone the project so he can discuss the details with the screenwriter, and clarify everything to ensure there will be no more hiccups in the production. The rest of the team will either fly back to Korea, or stay in London, whichever is more convenient for them. Since editing can be done remotely, there is little incentive for them to all have to renew their visas.

However, Jaemin has asked Jeno to stay in London so all of the important members of the team can be physically present, to ensure everybody is on the same page.

When you ask Jeno when he will return, he shrugs and says, "In two months, or half a year—I have no clue."

Although you’re upset and annoyed with his lack of a reaction, you understand that Jeno is upset too. He's suppressing his emotions, which is a bad habit of his. But you aren’t going to lash out and make him feel more demoralised, so you just mutter a quick "love you" and hang up.

After hanging up, you belatedly realise you haven’t told him about the wedding invitation yet. Still reeling from his indifferent attitude, you decide to tell him after both of you have cooled down.

—

Days turn into weeks, that turn into months, and somehow you haven’t been able to address the issue of Donghyuck's wedding. You have been through your closet countless times, and after rummaging and filtering through both of your clothes, you’ve prepared a suitable ensemble for both of them.

You’ve sent an RSVP to Donghyuck to let him know that you and Jeno would be attending, and an excited Donghyuck had sent you a video of Yeon-seok and himself clapping happily.

You have also booked a flight for a week before the date of the wedding, to give yourself time to adjust to the time difference, and you plan to stay after the wedding to spend time with your and Jeno's friends as well.

Despite having settled almost everything, you’ve left one very important detail out—you haven’t discussed it with Jeno yet.

Jeno knows that there's a wedding, of course. Donghyuck had announced it in the group chat when he and Yeon-seok first got engaged, and Yeon-seok had sent an update once the details of the wedding were confirmed.

When Jeno told you about the wedding, you told him about the invitation, and you both laughed over how excessive it was.

But if you said any more about the wedding, you’d have to bring up the elephant in the room and ask if Jeno would still be working on "Chamomile Tea" during the time period, if he'd be busy, or if he'd return to Korea before that. And that, even after all the time that had passed, remained a sore spot for both of you.

So even as the date loomed closer, your conversations with Jeno never went too far in the direction of the wedding. Instead, you tiptoed around the upcoming event like shattered glass was sprinkled over it, and you didn't know what the consequences of stepping on it would be.

Arriving in London is a dream. It always has been, since you learnt that their universities look like castles and their winter consists of dreary, rainy mornings that are perfect for staying in and cuddling while cheesy rom-coms play on the TV. But it's never been your dream to land in London alone, with no one to pick you up from the airport, standing starstruck in the middle of the polished floors while people hurry by.

Some lady you don't recognise waves at you. When you frown, squinting to see if it's a familiar face, the lady walks up to you and grins, "Hi! I'm Soyeon."

You cock your head in contusion.

"I'm the screenwriter for 'Chamomile Tea', the short film Jaemin's overseeing. He wasn't able to come because he's busy trying to keep Jeno out of trouble, he said."

You let out a short laugh. That does, in fact, sound like Jaemin's job most of the time. Soyeon hands you a ticket, folding your fingers around it before you can protest.

"Jeno wanted all three of us to go to an art museum to get inspiration, but I've already finished my part for this project. All that's left for me is to give input, not come up with more ideas. Jaemin suggested that I give my ticket to you, so here it is." Taking a closer look at the ticket, you realise that it's an exhibition meant to celebrate the changing of season from summer to autumn.

"Leaves turning brown," you read aloud. "Petals fall and colours fade, yet many are enraptured by the cooling season that is autumn. Artist Hwang Yeji explores textures, colours and more in this vibrant display."

Soyeon smiles encouragingly at you. "I've known Jeno only for a few months, and he's always been extremely cold towards everyone, but his face lights up whenever he receives a text from you. And when you order takeout for him? That's the only time I see him enjoy his meals."

Your lips tremble as Soyeon continues, "Jeno's mind is a complex place. I'd hate for all that creative potential to be wasted just because he's busy moping. That's why I offered to pick you up instead of Jaemin—I was interested to know who could be the only one to make Jeno truly smile."

You close the distance between yourself and Soyeon, wrapping your arms around the latter. Even if you have only just met her, Soyeon seems so sweet and genuine. Her honest words caught you off guard, but you are touched that she dared to say them.

Soyeon pats your hair comfortingly. "Let me know if you need any more help."

You discreetly blink back tears, ignoring the stinging sensation in your nose, and force a smile. "Thanks, Soyeon."

"You're very welcome."

—

You climb out of the taxi with a sunflower in hand and your suitcase in the other. The exhibition is held in a building with windows as wide as you are tall, the stained glass illuminated by the sunlight.

The lady at the entrance scans your ticket and waves you through with a smile, and you return it before heading on inside.

Panels upon panels of stained glass line the corridors, angled in a way that pictures of light are projected on the ground, weaving between the paintings, casting an angelic glow on each artwork.

Jaemin catches your eye before you can get stuck at any of the paintings, and shushes you with a finger on his lips as you speed up.

"Hi, jagiya," he says lowly, wrapping you in a quick hug. "Jeno's busy and I didn't tell him you were coming, so the rest is up to you. I'll leave the two of you alone, okay? Call me if you need me."

You nod, squeezing his shoulder gratefully.

—

You tuck your sunflower behind your back and wheel your suitcase to the side, silently approaching Jeno. He's completely absorbed in studying the details of the painting, so you gently rest your chin on his shoulder.

"Hey, baby." Jeno turns, coming face-to-face with you. Your noses touch, and from the corners of your eyes, you see Jeno's cheeks flush red-hot. You raise your hand to cool his cheek, but he grabs your wrist first, eyes locked on your face. His pupils dart from side to side, scouring your face as if he's afraid you’re just a figment of his imagination.

You stay in that position, Jeno’s fingers curled around your wrist, until he's convinced that you’re real, at which point his face floods with exhaustion and relief.

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into the space between your chin and collarbone. His hands come to rest naturally around your waist, and his hand brushes against the sunflower.

He moves back suddenly, surprised, and you awkwardly manoeuvre your arms around him. This allows you to present the sunflower you bought at a nearby florist to your boyfriend, and you’re delighted by the grin spreading across his lips.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" He asks.

"No, but you've given me red camellias, and I think that’s basically the same thìng."

Jeno chuckles. "Basically.”

Jeno reaches for your suitcase, holding tightly onto the sunflower you’ve just given him. He turns to you, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "Well? I'll take you back to her hotel."

You frown, pulling back in surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you tired?"

You wave his concern off flippantly. "I'll be just fine. I'll crash later, and the jetlag will hit me like a truck, but I've already allocated a week for getting used to it."

Jeno snorts. "As expected."

You wave your ticket. "Hey, Soyeon's already passed up her chance to see this exhibition so I could go, okay? I'm not planning to waste it."

Jeno nods hastily in an attempt to placate you. "Okay! Let's go then."

He trails behind you obediently until you see a piece that catches your fancy, stopping to take a look. The painting depicts several lilies of the valley in a vase. Behind the vase, there are two mountains painted in grey, but the small patch of grass that the lilies sit on is several vibrant shades of green.

You stay in front of that painting for a while, impressed by the details and texture on the canvas. A shutter sound catches your attention, and you blink a few times before turning to see Jeno holding up his camera and smiling sheepishly.

He rubs the back of his neck and says, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You looked too good standing there, I just had to get a shot of you."

"It's okay." You look back at the canvas, eyebrows knitting together.

"Don't you think the art style looks familiar?"

"I don't know much about paintings, so I can't say... " Jeno's reply dies on his lips, and he, too, stares at the painting with interest. "You're right, it does look familiar."

The two of you hum in concentration, Jeno resting his chin on top of your head while you wrack your brain for an answer. You tilt your head this way and that, and then it hits you.

"Park Jisung," you say at the same time Jeno does. "How did you–"

Jeno points at a small square of text. "It says right here. Park Jisung, 24, oil on canvas." You mentally slap your forehead. How could you forget that museums put up a description of each artwork and its artist? You must be too tired from the flight.

"That's right, " you say. "That's why it looks so familiar. Contrasting colours was one of the most defining aspects of his style."

You met Jisung at a kids' art camp when you were in university, and the two of you had learnt a lot from each other while teaching the kids. You were surprised to find out that he was two years your senior in a different university, despite being the same age as you.

You lost contact with him after that, and were very, very shocked to see him at Jeno's college reunion. Although you don't speak much to Jisung now, the things you learnt from him at that one camp will stick with you forever.

"That kid's insane," Jeno muses. "He skipped a year in elementary, lived with hyungs he barely knew in university, and did side jobs because he hadn't gotten a scholarship to pay for his tuition fees, unlike Yeon-seok."

You shrug. "Maybe not 'insane'. Just determined."

Jeno nods. "And he's not much of a kid anymore, is he?"

You shake your head with a smile. "Not anymore."

—

As you wander around with Jeno, stopping at paintings to admire them, a sense of melancholy threatens to overwhelm you, slipping between your eyelids like a mass of black water, a receding wave preparing to crash upon the shore of your eyelashes.

You blink back thoughts of insecurity, trying to focus on the artworks and not your feelings, but it’s no use. You can’t escape from the thoughts running wild in your head, and it gets the better of you, a lone tear managing to get past your barriers, trailing slowly down your cheek.

You subtly wipe it away, but Jeno notices immediately, and he stops short.

He turns towards you, concern emanating off his being, and it offers you some comfort. He holds you carefully, like he’s not sure if you’ll break apart in his hands. His body shields you from anything else in the museum, encasing you in a bubble of protection and silence.

You breathe in deeply; once, then twice. You feel the heat behind your eyes slowly fading to a simple stinging sensation, one that doesn’t make you feel completely helpless.

Jeno’s hands tighten around you, and you instinctively lean in towards him. He doesn’t speak, allowing you to unravel the spool of thread wrapped around your lungs, prying apart the anxiety that prevents you from breathing.

When you can think straight again, you look at Jeno, and he knows.

Without words, understanding passes between you, and Jeno knows everything that’s running through your mind.

He nudges you, gently. Are you okay? his eyebrows ask, raising so high they almost disappear into his fringe.

You can lie about a lot of things, like why you came to the museum in the first place or how you feel staring at the art on the walls or whether you’re okay right now, but you don’t. Because you know that regardless of what you say, Jeno will see right through you like you’re a ghost. You’ll never understand if it’s because it’s you, or if everyone’s feelings are transparent to him. You don’t think you care.

It’s enough to just stand there, weightless. You’re completely supported by Jeno, whose embrace is so tight it’s practically lifting you off the ground, and you;re not complaining.

If he could lift your burdens off your mind the same way he’s lifting your feet from the ground right now, he would. And you would want him to.

“I feel like my art’s worth nothing if it can’t be shown to the world.” You speak slowly, uncertainly, knowing you might cry if you let everything out too quickly. Jeno wants to stop you before you get caught up in the flow of you words, but he knows it’s better if you let it all out.

Opening a bottle of carbonated soda that’s just been shaken is dangerous, but if he leaves it alone, the bottle might just explode.

“I know I don’t make art to be seen. I make it for myself. But at the same time, can any artist say that their craft is not made for the eyes of man? We all long for approval and praise, and that is partly what we make art for.”

Your lips tremble, and Jeno finds himself forced to stare at your quivering eyelashes and the sheen of tears you’re barely holding back. Still, you steel yourself, digging your heels into the ground to steady yourself.

“I wonder, sometimes. If my art isn’t seen, is it even art anymore?”

That’s the minefield, the question Jeno can’t answer without speaking baseless comfort. He has no answer to it, only empty words that he knows will fail to put you at ease.

You, however, don’t expect an answer. You look curiously at Jeno, waiting for a response, but the response doesn’t have to be a satisfactory answer.

Jeno leans in, tucking your head between his chin and his collarbone, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

He holds you there until you’ve stopped trembling. Then, one hand still firmly in yours, he takes you back to the hotel, sitting on the edge of your single bed while you sit and stare into nothingness.

When you make no move to get changed, he stands, and brings you to the bathroom. He peels the clothes from your body, helping to scrub your skin until it’s a rosy shade of pink, then wraps you in a towel and moves your arms to dry your body.

After he’s showered, the two of you sit on the bed, Jeno on top of the covers, while you’re tucked underneath them. Jeno has no change of clothes, no money, only his phone and both of your tickets to the museum.

In his street clothes, he refuses to get under the blanket and dirty the bed, but you are content with his presence.

You lie on the bed with your arms wrapped around Jeno’s waist, and when the shock has faded, you cry yourself to sleep.

Jeno is there throughout it, a beaming light in the whirlwind of emotions you’re experiencing, a constant presence that grounds you. He allows you to breathe between sobs, until they slowly fade away and your eyes close, motionless.

The next day, you find a wreath of galaxes on your bedside table, along with a glass of water, and it feels like a great weight has finally been removed from your shoulders.

The day of Donghyuck’s wedding comes earlier than you were expecting. Between taking you out to dinner and going on bike rides around the city, Jeno has kept you busy. Busy enough to forget your troubles, or at least for you to be able to cope with them in a relatively healthy manner.

You hear three knocks on the door, and as you go to open it, you see Jeno standing there, in the emerald green tuxedo you picked for him and the matching tie. His shirt is a pale green, so pale it can be mistaken for white, and gel gives his hair a wet gleam.

He smiles innocently, and it outshines all the charm his outfit has.

You fell in love with all of Jeno, after all, not just his appearance.

Your sage green dress flows past your ankles, and it would drag on the floor if you weren't wearing heels. They’re tall, but even with them on, you are still only the same height as Jeno. He grins at you, and carries you, bridal-style, into the lift lobby.

“Leave some room for the grooms later, stop trying to one-up them,” you joke, but Jeno only hoists you up into a more comfortable position.

“No can do,” Jeno says cheekily.

You don't pursue it.

—

A surprise awaits you in the car. As you open the door to the passenger side, you find that it’s filled—and so is the driver’s seat. Your heart skips a beat, thinking you must’ve gone to the wrong car, but the sight of the driver’s face makes you do a double take.

“Jisung?”

Jisung offers you a shy grin. “Yep, it’s me.”

“Is it really you? I thought… I never thought I’d see you again! How–” your words come out from your mouth before you can think them through, your rapid-fire Korean faltering in your confusion.

“Donghyuck and I are friends, remember?” You don't really, but if Jeno and Jisung are friends from college, it makes sense that Donghyuck would know them both too.

You clap a hand over your mouth, mind reeling. “So… you were invited to the wedding too?”

Jisung nods. Then, he gestures towards the lady in the driver’s seat. “I also have to introduce her to you. Y/n, meet Yeji. Yeji, Y/n.”

Yeji offers her hand for you to shake, and you take it, wondering where you’ve heard the name before. Yeji, Yeji, Yeji… Ah. You’ve got it. “Hwang Yeji?”

She’s the artist who organised the exhibition Soyeon had given you tickets to view. It was there, at the museum, that you saw Jisung’s art. If she really is Hwang Yeji, then everything will make sense.

Yeji nods. “Pleasure to meet you.”

She picks up a small bouquet of pink peonies, orange tulips and heather, presenting it to you. “Jisung showed me a few of your pieces, mostly older ones,” she says by way of explanation. “They had the potential to become something more. I heard from Jeno that you’d seen my exhibition, so I know you probably like flowers, and you know that I like them too. So this bouquet is an invitation for you to work with me some time, for us to perhaps collaborate on another exhibition in future.”

You are taken aback by the sudden offer, but you’re not an idiot. You remember the way you had collapsed into Jeno the week before, scared that you would never be able to get your art out there. Now, your chance is right in front of you.

You take it.

Gratefully receiving the bouquet, you don’t miss the symbolism of the flowers, the goodwill the arrangement holds. You know it is intentional.

“Thank you for your offer. I look forward to working with you.”

Yeji shakes your hand heartily, and you and Jeno get into the backseat.

After settling in, you rest the bouquet on your lap, and you turn to see Jeno holding a white rose. You frown, wondering where he could’ve conjured it from, and lock eyes with Jisung in the driver’s mirror. You raise your eyebrows in question, and he shrugs innocently.

You roll your eyes at the conspirators, but turn your attention back to Jeno. Jeno carefully slips the white rose into the side of the bouquet, managing to prevent it from looking uneven. You play with the petals of the rose, its symbolism clear in your head.

Used to congratulate people on career successes, your mind supplies helpfully. The only career success you can think of right now is also the most recent one, Yeji’s offer to you. But there’s no way Jeno could have known that Yeji would put that offer out. Unless…

“Did you know?” You ask, tone accusing. You doesn’t have to finish the question; Jeno understands what you’re talking about.

“No, I didn’t know if Yeji would offer to work with you for an exhibition. Jisung only told me that he had shown Yeji your art, and I had faith in your abilities. I knew that after witnessing the extent of your talents, Yeji would have something good to offer you, career-wise.”

You can’t argue with that. The logic is sound, and the flowers are cohesively pretty. You continue to play with the petals, a small smile dancing on your lips.

The smile doesn’t escape Jeno’s attention, and he smiles too.

—

It starts to drizzle as soon as you reach the wedding place. Jeno is quick to procure a clear umbrella, holding it for both of you. He knows you wouldn’t want to get your clothes wet.

Jaemin is there too, one hand tucked into the pocket of his trousers, standing by the side. Donghyuck’s wedding is a loud, chaotic one, with many guests you don't recognise all talking with each other. Jaemin hovers at the vague edge of the crowd, as much of an introvert as Jeno, and you tug Jeno over.

“Hi, jagiya.” Jaemin envelopes you in a warm hug, and he smells like home.

Jeno opens his hands for a hug too, but Jaemin only laughs and swats his hand away. Jeno slings one hand over Jaemin’s shoulder, and you snatch his umbrella away, going off to find Donghyuck.

The two men stand side by side, Jaemin still holding the umbrella, watching you disappear into the hordes of people.

—

The rain gets heavier, and you try to occupy as little space as possible, not letting a single part of your body protrude from under the umbrella. Droplets of rain splash onto your shoes and your face, and you wipes them from your face with the back of your hand.

Jisung stands beside Donghyuck and Yeon-seok, with Chenle, Jaemin’s old roommate, and a couple of other men you can’t remember the names of. Donghyuck and Yeon-seok’s roommates from university, you think, because you remember seeing them at the reunion.

You congratulate the grooms, and move to stand next to Yeji and Jisung. The small circle are the only people that have gotten a chance to speak with Donghyuck and Yeon-seok, and by the looks of it, their conversation isn’t going to end anytime soon.

Yeji makes small talk with you, and you laugh about a few shared experiences, before you notice the crowd starting to disperse, and the officiator announces that the wedding is beginning.

You move back to where Jeno is, and he leaves Jaemin with his umbrella, ducking under your umbrella to join you.

The wedding is simple and sweet, and there are tears all around as the two bridegrooms say their vows.

“...to love and to cherish, until death does us part.” Jeno’s fingers suddenly falter, and the golden locket he’s been fidgeting with throughout the wedding slips through his fingers. He lunges to catch it, and you finally notice what he’s been doing with his hands.

Resting one hand on his left knee to calm him down, you nuzzle into his neck, and nudge his hand open with your index finger.

“What’re you holding?” you ask under your breath.

“Nothing.” You briefly register the officiator allowing Yeon-seok and Donghyuck to kiss, and you look up at them just in time.

“Open your hand,” you command.

Obediently, Jeno uncurls his fingers, and you take the locket from him. You fumble with the clasp, but it springs open, and there’s a picture inside. Squinting, you realise that it’s a picture of you and Jeno, taken when you weren’t paying attention. Your hand is shielding your eyes from the sun, and Jeno’s firm hand is wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

Your grip on Jeno’s knee tightens.

“How long have you been carrying this around for?” You ask, voice slightly hoarse.

Jeno looks away. “Since we took the picture. It’s been, what, two years?”

You feel your throat seizing up, and you force yourself to take a few deep breaths. Jeno has been carrying the locket around for two years. Almost the same length of time that you’ve been dating for. He’s loved you enough for the whole span of that time to carry a picture of you around wherever he goes.

You can’t breathe. “You’ve been carrying this around for two years?”

Jeno shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, like a soldier going off to war,” he quips. Somehow, you’ve switched to Korean, but you don't quite register it. It just feels right, better, to speak in your native language.

It fits, the same way your body fits into the cracks of Jeno’s body, the way his arms wrap around you and fit into every nook and cranny of yours. Your scars line up against each other’s, and Jeno is the puzzle piece that makes you whole.

“So you love me.” It might seem strange, after all they’ve been through, to doubt it. But it hasn’t been long, and you hate to give yourself away, to love somebody else. Every day, you wonder if you’ve crossed the line from like to love, or if you’ve fallen out of like with each other.

“Yes.” You never knew one word could turn your world upside down. The rain has eased, but it feels like there’s water rushing in your ears, heart pounding.

Then, “Are you okay?”

You hear it from your other side, your left side, and you see Yeji there, concern in her eyes. You turn your attention back to the proceedings, and see Donghyuck taking the wedding bouquet from Yeon-seok, preparing to toss it in the air.

“Yes,” you say, determinedly. Jeno guides your hand to tilt the umbrella backwards, giving both of you a better view of the grooms, and the water continues to flow off the umbrella.

Neither of them makes a move to take it, leaving the more eager guests to rush towards Donghyuck, surrounding him. He turns his back towards them, Yeon-seok moderating the crowd, and tosses the bouquet into the air.

It arcs towards the middle of the crowd, and a lone carnation falls out. Jeno reflexively reaches out for it before it can fall on the soaked grass, and he tucks the yellow carnation behind your ear.

His face is right next to yours, his breathing fast and rapid, and you hear the pulsing of his heart when you place a hand on his chest.

Jeno leans his forehead on yours, the umbrella creating a bubble of silence and tranquility amidst the loud cheers and celebration outside of it. A tear rolls down his cheek, and he smiles, the tear caught on the upside of his upper lip.

You watch as he licks it away, and brush the pad of your thumb against the trail of the tear.

“Are you crying?” you ask softly.

“No,” Jeno says, shaking his head and closing his eyes. “It’s just the rain.”

You wrap your arm around his neck, nose bridge aligned with his, waiting quietly.

“I know you don’t want to get married now,” Jeno says. “But please, take this carnation as a promise that I will never let you have your heart broken.”

You have heard false promises fall from Jeno’s lips before. You’ve faced his broken promises, seen through his lies, accepted his empty praise. This time, however, it’s different. You know it in your heart, can hear the dogged beating of his heart, refusing to hurt you again.

You smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll take that promise.”

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floriography

violet: a declaration to always be true

blue salvia / azure blue sage: harbours sentiments of missing and thinking of someone.

peppermint: warmth of feeling

lavender: purity, devotion, serenity, grace and calmness.

sunflower: adoration and loyalty, long life and lasting happiness.

chrysanthemum: longevity, fidelity, joy and optimism.

red camellia: you’re a flame in my heart.

galaxes: encouragement.

pink peonies: good luck, prosperity and success

orange tulips: joy, enthusiasm and excitement

heather: admiration and support

white roses: symbolises innocence and purity. used to congratulate people on career successes.

carnations: symbolise pride and love for someone in a supportive way. used to tailor bouquets to one’s favourite colour due to their ease of dyeing.

#nct #nct dream #k-labels #🪁 — my works #💐 — the language of flowers #jeno #nct fic #nct dream fic #jeno x reader #jeno x y/n #nct dream x reader

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sugawhaaa · 3 months

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O.de one-shot

~☆ 1:32 am ☆~

🌙Pairing::dom! Od.e x fem!sub!reader

💄Genre::mentions of 🌽 and masturbating, hair pulling, multiple positions, sloppy, a little rough, scratching, one-second O.de is like the hardest dom ever calling you a little slut and the next he's super soft telling you how you're doing so good. Erm idk

🌙Warning:: SMUT/VULGAR LANGUAGE

💄A/N:: tbh I'm always so worried when writing fanfics like this bc I always write the reader to cum rlly quickly bc I do if imma be honest. But I know some girls out there really struggle so idkkkk

O.de slept peacefully beside you as your eyes twitched as you tried to sleep. It was almost midnight and you hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. The sound of O.des soft breath beside you relaxed you as you smiled at him. You brushed back a few strands of his hair to see his face. His puffy lips parted ever so slightly. You smiled and laid back down on your side of the bed.

To be honest you had a lot running through your mind but the number one thing right now was humiliating. You were horny as hell and really, really needed something to ease the urge. You picked up your laptop and decided to search for the worst. Porn. You couldn't help it! You logged in and started browsing through what to watch. You glanced over at Seungmin again to find him peacefully sleeping. Just like he had been for the past 3 hours.

You clicked on a video and made sure the volume was very quiet. You turned down the brightness and checked one last time to make sure O.de was asleep. You then got to watch your "mature content" by yourself. The video was decently long so you thought after this, it was time to sleep. But mid-way through you only felt the video making it worse.

You wanted to feel something so bad so you decided to use your hands quietly. Repeat, quietly. You pulled down your shorts and put your hands against your burning folds. You looked over at o.de again just to be sure and once again. He was out cold. You effortlessly slid one finger into you since you were so wet and started circling it around your insides. You held back your moans as you felt your nail hit a sweet spot.

You arched your back as your palm hit your clit. You thrust your finger in and out of you slowly before adding an extra. The video you were watching now was on your bedside table. You clenched around your fingers hard and felt your legs shaking. That's when you noticed your boyfriend stirring. He sat up and looked at you. You blushed as you pulled your fingers out of you and looked at him. He rubbed his eyes and saw liquid dripping from three of your fingers and porn playing on your laptop.

"Babe, what are you doing?" He said in a raspy voice. You blushed madly.

"I-I," you stuttered not knowing what to say. He stretched his arms and grabbed your wrist. Licking your fingers.

"That's what I thought, naughty girl~" he smirks as he continues to lick your fingers. You blush and look at him shocked. He leaned over your body to see what you were watching. He looked at it as if he was thinking. "I didn't know you watched porn too," he shrugged before closing the laptop. He sat on top of you and you blushed.

"S-Seungmin what are you-" you started but he covered your lips. You blushed.

"You should've woken me up sooner if this is how you felt," he smirked before biting your neck lightly. You arched your back into him and he grinned. He slid his hand down your body, stopping at your clit. He rubbed it with his thumb harshly. You jumped and grabbed onto him hard. You grinded against his hand before he slipped two fingers into you quickly. You jumped and moaned loudly. You hit his arm trying to contain your moans.

"Fuck, your fingers are so..." you stopped to moan before covering your mouth.

"So what?" He smirked as he thrusted them into you.

"L-Long," you moaned as he hit your G-spot mercilessly. "Right there!" You basically screamed when he hit your G-spot quickly. He grinned and continued to thrust into your g-spot. Just as you were about to cum he pulled his fingers out and watched you plead. His eyes were still tired as he looked down at you.

"I think you're ready," he said in a deep voice before getting off the bed. You followed him with your eyes.

"Ready for what?" You asked as you sat up again. You watched him go to his nightstand and open one of the drawers. He held whatever he grabbed and took off his pants. He came back over to you and you realized what he had grabbed. A condom. You blushed. "How long have you had those there!?" You asked as he took off his shirt, holding the condom packet in his mouth.

"I don't know, a while," he shrugged before taking your shirt off for you. He stared at your breasts with pink cheeks.

"Why are you acting like it's your first time seeing them," you chuckled. He blushed and avoided your eyes before grabbing the condom packet.

"I dunno, they just...everytime I see them I feel like they look hotter," he blushed before opening the packet with his teeth.

"So your serious about doing this. Right now. At 11:57 pm?" You raised an eyebrow as he put his condom on.

"Yeah...do you not want to!?" He panicked as he realized he hadn't fully asked if you wanted to. He scratched his head. "Sorry, I'm still not awake,"

"No,no I want to but...do you?" You blushed as he sighed in relief.

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugged.

"Okay I just wanted to make sure you were...okay with this," you blushed as you watched him put on his condom and toss away the packet.

"You ready baby?" He asked softly as he put his tip on your entrance. One of his hands was on your hip and the other was grabbing the bed sheets.

"Yes," you nodded as you bit your lip in anticipation. He held your hand as he smoothly went inside you. You jumped and clenched his hand.

"You okay?" He said with a slightly tense smile. You nodded.

"I'm alright," you smiled as you held onto him.

"Fuck you feel so damn good," he chuckled as he set down his head. You chuckled and patted his head. He slowly moved out only a little bit and he hit back into you. You held the sides of his head as he proceeded to have a steady rhythm inside you. You kissed him sloppily.

"I'm close, I'm close," you moaned as you grabbed his hair. He grinned and sped up his pace and thrusted into you stronger. Your legs shot up and you threw your head back. You saw stars as you finally hit your climax and came all over Seungmin. But he didn't stop thrusting into you. He slowed down a fair bit but he didn't stop. Just when you thought you were done cumming you already felt a knot building in your stomach again.

"Your so wet oh my god," Seungmin mumbled as he held your hips. He lifted your legs up over his shoulders and from this new angle, you came even harder again. He bit your neck hard and you pulled his hair. "I'm close," he groaned as he grabbed your thighs hard. One final thrust into you all the way and he had cum too. He then gently thrusted into you as you breathed heavily. He then pulled out and kissed you while petting your hair. "Did I go too hard?" He asked with doe eyes.

You chuckle "No, you did good," you sigh and close your eyes as you lay down. "That angle, we need to do that more," you laughed and O.de smiled.

"I've been meaning to ask you..." he blushed and set his head on your lower chest. You titled your head. "Can we try a new position?" He seemed shy to ask. You smiled and patted his head.

"Of course baby. What did you have in mind?" You sat up and he sat up with you.

"Well, there's one where like you go on your knees and put your upper body down and then yeah," he blushed as he described it to you. It was hard to believe he was just pounding into you... "and the other one is more complicated to describe. Basically you lay on the edge of the bed with your feet on the floor. Then I come from behind again and..." he scratched the back of his head.

"Okay, what one do you want to start with?" You smiled and he was happy that you didn't make it awkward.

"The first one," he nodded with a smile and you moved onto your stomach and put your knees down. Seungmin went to his knees and took a deep breath. He gulped hard at the sight of your pussy wide open and dripping with cum from the last two orgasms you had. He lined himself up to you again and grabbed your hips. He rubbed your back with his thumb softly before entering. "Fuck, you're still so tight," he moaned as he pushed inside you.

You jumped and covered your mouth. This new angle made your G-spot even easier to hit and it felt even better. You grabbed a pillow with shakey hands and buried your face in it. You moaned so loud and repetitively that you thought your voice would give out at any given moment. O.de didn't approve of your pillow method though. He wanted to hear your moans, he wanted to hear your voice Crack and break, he wanted to hear you stutter as you asked for more. He could've asked you nicely but instead, he grabbed your hair and pulled your head up. This way it was basically impossible for you to hold back your moans.

With his free hand, he held your hip and bounced you on his length brutally. "Oh, seungmin!" You cried as you grabbed your pillow harshly. "Don't stop oh my god please don't stop!" You squealed with a voice Crack as he pounded you faster than ever. "Please, please, please!" You said as you grabbed the bed sheets, nearly tearing them apart. You felt the knot in your stomach coming back.

"Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum," O.de groaned as he threw his head back.

"I-'m close too," you whimpered. Seungmin let go of your hair and grabbed your other hip to start pounding into you harder. Seungmin moaned one last time and came again. His hands wrapped on your hips hard. You then, for the first time, squirted all over Seungmin. Pretty much from his waist down was soaked in your liquid. He looked so shocked. He pulled out of you to see more cum dripping out of you. You breathed heavily as your whole body still shaked a little.

"Baby," he said as he turned you over to look at him. You went on your back and chuckled breathlessly. "That was..." he looked at you dumbfounded.

"Embarrassing!" You blushed and rolled away from him.

"What? No!" He said as he put his hand on your shoulder. "It was incredible. How did it feel?" He said as he rubbed your back.

"It felt...good. Really good," you chuckled before turning to look at him. "You are...soaked," you laughed.

"Yeah I think we're gonna have to do some laundry tomorrow," he said as he looked at the pile of clothes and the soaked bed sheets. You blushed and covered your face. O.de laughed and patted your back. "Did I leave any marks on your thighs? I scratched them a lot..." he said as he went to look at your thighs. There were tons of long stratch marks. "Oh..." he sighed as he ran his hand over the marks.

"It's okay, I scratched your shoulders a lot," you laughed and gestured to his shoulders. He looked at them to see them colored a bright red. He shrugged.

"Oh well," he laughed and pulled you into a hug. "Normally I would ask to get a bath or shower with you but man, I'm tired," He laughed to see you with your eyes shut.

"Me too," you hummed and O.de chuckled as he played with your hair. He turned to look at the clock.

1:32 am...

#xdinary heroes #xdh imagines #xdh smut #xdinari hero fanfic #xdinary heroes fluff #xdh #xdh fluff #xdh x reader #o.de smut #o.de x reader #o.de xdinary heroes #o.de #oh seungmin

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junhanndee · 8 months

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glasses / junhan <3

when your boyfriend decides to look just a little too good with his glasses on :)

bf! junhan x gn! reader

warnings : smutty smut, riding (not rlly detailed! can go for afab or amab!) , oral, subby junhan, kisses (i think that is all help)

waking up to your phone ringing, you realized that you had dozed off while waiting on junhan to finish up in the studio.

you sigh and roll over to pick up your phone and answer it

“hey love, are you okay?” junhan says through the phone as you hadn’t answered his last couple of texts telling you he was going to need to spend some more time in the studio.

“oh shit i’m sorry, i totally dozed off” you said while giggling and pushing yourself off the bed.

“it’s okay! i just wanted to make sure! do you wanna come to the studio? you can always rest here and just hang out with me” he says enthusiastically, knowing you would never turn down a late night studio hang out.

“yes yes i’ll be there! let me grab my stuff and i’ll head that way”

and with a ‘okay be safe and text me when you’re here’ from junhan you made your way to the studio.

on the way there you were still half dozed and honestly ready to go back to sleep but you mustered up the energy to go see him so you tried to keep that same energy going throughout the way there.

upon arrival and shooting a ‘ok i’m here be up in a sec’ text you started to head up to his studio.

when you opened the door your jaw could have dropped.

there sat junhan, white band tee, grey sweatpants, messy hair, and his white glasses.

you stood there for a second before junhan brought you back to reality.

“hey!! you made it” he said while getting up to embrace you in a hug

“well i am here, right?” you said jokingly as you went to sit on the couch next to his chair where he had been or practicing for hours.

“if you want to take a nap, you can! i’m just going through some stuff on my computer and marking in notes for a song so i won’t be too loud for a little bit” he said while grabbing the little blanket he kept for you under his table.

the offer was definitely inviting but after seeing him like that, you had something else in mind.

“ahh i’m wide awake now…..” you said while stretching your arms out and standing up.

he looked up at you and you could have swore your heart skipped a beat. he looked so good sitting there with the dim light of his studio reflecting in his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“i have an idea” you say while walking over to him as he spins his chair around to put his hands on either side of your waist

“and what would that be?” he asked while continuing to look up at you

straddling him, his eyes went wide.

“ahhh baby you know i would love to but i really have things to do” he whined out but his actions said different as his hands were already under your shirt and rubbing up and down your waist.

“mmm you just look so good” you mutter out while grabbing for his face to rest gently in both of your hands.

“me?” he asks, stupidly really but he seemed so genuine.

“of course you!” you said barely above a whisper now that your faces were only inches apart.

you lean in to kiss him, soft at first but within seconds you begin to make out with him.

he started to let out little whimpers and hushed moans as you began to run your fingers all through his hair and on his shoulders.

“are you gonna be a good boy for me?” you ask while slightly tilting his head up to look at you.

“mmm i’m your good boy” he said while begging to pepper little kisses up and down your neck.

you reached down to his crotch to feel his hardening bulge.

his cheeks were already flushed as you began to palm him through his sweats before reaching into his underwear to pull out his now hard cock.

he let out a little whimper and you couldn’t do anything but giggle at how cute he looked in that moment.

his fluffy hair now making a statement in front of his eyes and his flushed cheeks mixed with his puffy lips from kissing all over you.

you slid your shorts over just in the slightest so you could align yourself with him.

he gulped when you began to sit down a little further on him to let him bottom out before you started to move.

he was so needy for you. just minutes ago going on about how he needed to finish his work and he had stuff to do. now, whining at every touch you give him.

once he bottoms out in you he rests his hands on your hips and leans back just slightly to watch the view he had right in front of him.

as you rode him, his whines and movements became more frantic as you could tell he was getting closer and closer.

“mm is my baby close?” you ask while leaning in to press a kiss to his neck.

“i’m so close please” he says while slightly bucking his hips into yours

“mmm have you been good enough?” you ask him as he watches you begin to get off of him.

“yes please i’ve been so good for you, only you please” he begs as he sees you fall to your knees in front of him

grabbing both sides of the chair you scoot him closer to you.

you look up at him and grab his now sensitive cock. he looked so cute. all fucked out that he could barely form a sentence besides a couple of pleases and begs.

you began to stroke him, painfully slow as you watched him buck up into your hand.

his head rolled back and his now fogged glasses that sat just below his nose bridge now.

“you’ve been a good boy, now cum for me okay?” you say while wrapping your lips around his tip and bringing him into the back of your throat.

“please i’m gonna oh please” was all he could say as you continued to bob your head up and down his length.

“cum for me” you said and with a couple more thrusts of your hand he came.

strings of his cum hitting your face, and the floor. he just looked too. good.

his now all fogged glasses, the sweat beads rolling down his forehead, and his red cheeks all because of you.

you stood back up helping him clean himself after sliding your shorts back over to the side.

you let your back hit the couch as he spun his chair around to look at you.

“you should wear your glasses more yk?” you say while giggling at his slightly embarrassed face.

“okay it’s a deal, but now, it’s your turn.”

a/n : it’s 1am and hopefully this is 😭 okay! i might come back to it and rewrite something’s longer but my eyes are droopy!!!

- if you liked this don’t forget to leave a like or reblog if you want!

- ask box is always open and i always welcome new anons! 🩷

#xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh imagine #xdinary heroes imagines #xdh x reader #xdh smut #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdinary heroes fluff #junhan x reader #hyeongjun x reader #han hyeongjun

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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hello, I'm sorry I haven't been sending as much asks. I too feel like I fried my brain a little on sunday and if I don't have like new things to comment/write ask about then I don't rlly ask?

idk I want to bring new things into the table so if I don't have any I tend to stay quiet.

midas my love/p your most recent post? chefs kiss. I'm in love by how well you portray each character, especially wanderer since he's one of my favs (lvl 90 and widthsith r5/hes my baby)(xiao and kazuha too, anemo men my beloved)

I'm interested in this Diluc fic you have upcoming, I might wait a bit when it's published until I feel like I can handle the angst. my school has been kicking my ass

teddy darling/p I would love cheesecake, I haven't rlly tried it before but I'm sure yours will be great. also how do you not get scared by analog horror I'm in shock, I have to agree that what midas wrote on alternate! Xiao and zhongli made my palms sweaty and heart race, you both truly have a way with words

I am going to continue studying for precalc rn, but I have some ideas for little writings/art that I might send in later. I'm considering making a blog but idk if I'm comfortable with it.

- 🍄 (why does this feel like I'm in another land sending a letter to my spouses, I hope you have a great day teddy and midas)

[gazing wistfully out the window] when will mushroom return from the war…

off the bat don’t feel obligated to send asks, we’re just guys being pals and it’s ok if you’re silent for a while

second thank you, from one wanderer enjoyer to another (mines at 80/80 bc i need anemo rocks :( ) i’m glad you found his voicelines enjoyable. he speaks very particularly so i was worried i’d get it wrong-

(can’t believe i forgot but anemo men my beloved as well, i’ve been meaning to do lines for xiao)

good luck with your precal, i’ve never done it but shit looks hard. hope you make it out alive /hj

#m1d : [chats]#🍄 anon #crazy how when this blog started i told myself it would be strictly writing #and now i’m platonic dating two of my anons #just three people on the internet who barely know each other outside of shared interests. going to cheesecake factory and holding hands.#and i’m once again reminded ppl read my tags oh god oh fuck-#mushroom if you’re reading this i need idea for a 1k follower event please #or any other anon. or just some random person. pls i wanna celebrate but HOW #considering doing a thing where ppl send in their teams n i talk abt how they’d interact #but i saw another blog do something similar so now that feels like cheating #AAAAA #no creativity for important things only cope-writing with pretty boys #also idk where to put this but: you and teddy make blogs so we can have a gc and talk abt analog horror #and/or persona 5 that sounded interesting earlier #< /hj on that idea. it would be fun but i understand internet scary /srs #anyway. enough of me. bye ✌️#oh wait and thanks for the compliment btw :) the thing with alternate!xiao didn’t age well for me (aka i went to bed and reread it in the #morning) but i’m glad you liked it :))

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okeylokiyuh · 2 years

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no😭 its must be so hard for you ): ugh the same feeling when the google docs accidentally deleted ur assignment. its the worst feeling ever >:(( but you know what they said every cloud has a silver lining!! don't be too discourage loki, i hope you get back in ur track asap!!

the thing about my password was when i want to log in to my tumblr account my mind went blank like the password isnt there at all😭 and i panicked so i try all the password that the old me might have use but there's no use😹 so i just let it be and totally forget abt it (until recently i recover my password and yeah here we are)

i am doing well! i just finished my second sem of my pre u!! ahh one last sem before i graduated and i have a thought to work before i continue my degree. but my sleeping schedule messed up a little bit since i need to study for my finals and i hang out with my friends until 4am💀

ah, blonde jaehyuk rlly suits him🤩🤩 the pic you sent jdjskdjdj sir i am respectfully looking👁 ah also!! treasure second mini album on oct22!!!!! kdjdjdj my boys are ready to slay😆 cant wait for their new songs tbh

hehe for me jay is my bias rn! boy really made me simping so hard🤥 and recently i just started to watch daredevil on netflix bcs u knoww matt murdock will return in she-hulk and having his sequel on mcu! ahhh im so excited and as a marvel fans i rlly cant wait for phase 5 of mcu!

oof, sorry for the late reply, uni has been hectic lately! hehe, rather than being discouraged i'm just not as motivated, and ig it's bc of the workload i've been getting. plus, the distance between my home and the uni is terrible and public transport is my worst enemy. so those added factors just make it difficult for me to carry out my work as usual.

i totally feel you! i lost my password for an acc recently and tried everything i could, but somehow thanks to the 'forgot password' option, i was able to recover it. i hope you don't forget it again, jaecha hehe

aah! that's wonderful, jaecha! wishing you all the best for your last semester as well! you are gonna do well, i'm sure! oof, i totally relate to the messed up sleep schedule, but for different reasons sksks. i'm glad you are having fun, though! college is supposed be a place to figure yourself out and have fun doing it and i hope you are having such an experience!

yess!!! another treasure comeback! i'm having exams then, so i might have to postpone watching the comeback and the streaming, but i can't wait for our boys to make their comeback with great music as always :D

ooh, is daredevil good? i haven't come around to watching any mcu tv shows other than hawkeye, loki and runaways i think. yesss, phase 5 looks too good, i can't wait to see how it goes! i'm most excited to see the marvels!

but rn, i'm kinda teetering off kpop and into the world of top gun maverick. i watched the movie at home recently and i'm totally hooked on it! i really wanna watch it on the big screen too, but the screenings are at 6pm and 10pm and i'll be damned if my parents ever let me leave the house after evening hours.

#[💌] all my favorite conversations #jaecha 🥺

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patrocles-you-bitch · 2 years

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Alright, so it’s been a while, but a lot of shit has happened and the one person I rlly want to talk to isn’t available so… enjoy..? This is really just a way for me to get things out/ have a place to think, feel free to ignore.

Backstory to understand the sitch:

1. I have an Indian mom, who’s always been very on me about my grades, this leading me to place the entirety of my self worth onto my grades and reaching 90s avg all through my school (except Gr 12, which I’ll get to). She’s also very emotional, and prone to getting in these furious moods when she’s really mad at us (not always unprompted but sometimes more traumatizing and unnecessary than anything else)

2. I wanted to get into the life sciences program this year, which I did, but not to my top choice. Even so, I have absolutely no idea what my end goal is, my mom is very very annoyed at this.

3. I’m an immigrant, a brown, gay, immigrant.

4. Last year (Gr 11) I broke thanks to the pandemic. Mental health went to shit, became even worse and led me to self harm and such. Parents found out, got therapy, mom backed off the pressure this year so I wouldn’t be as stressed.

Okay now to the thing:

I’m currently in burnt out gifted kid syndrome. But I’ve also become very lazy, if I’m being honest. And I know this, I know I’m wasting my potential but I found myself left without ANY motivation this year. Up until 12, I had equated my worth to my marks, as had my parents- but then I was trying to learn how to be mentally stable and stop that. I didn’t realize just how horrible that would be for me.

I used to be good at math, like, really good. It was my thing, numbers fascinated me and I loved working with them. Then advanced functions hit hard, and I was left with an 82 for the final avg and a 78 in Chem. I retook Chem in nightschool second Sem and ended with a 90, but now my calc mark is at a 66. I know I could’ve done so much better on my calc, if I tried more, if I dropped the extra course I def didn’t need, but my thoughts just went back to “oh but that course helps keep you mentally stable” or “mh matters more and you’re doing your best”. I wasn’t doing my best. My program is literally very science and maths based, and if I can’t get through gr12 math how the fuck am I supposed to do uni?

My mom had the same question. A couple week ago I had a panic attack during my calc test. Leading me to failing the test and needing a makeup (which I might write tmrw). I didn’t tell anyone in my family, cause even tho I knew they’d see the report card, I just couldn’t let them see how much of a failure I’d become. Not yet anyways. Unfortunately, my mom found out about the test because she saw an email I had sent my teacher about it. This ensues the chaos, the regrets, disappointments, screaming, and anger.

She says that she’s mad at herself for not continuing to push me, for letting me take my life into my own hands because now I’ve gone and ruined it, have shorty marks and have let my life go to rot. That if I can’t even do tests and stuff in high school, or get through them without panic attacks, then how am I supposed to face life? Because profs won’t go “oh nooo you had a panic attack? You’re depressed? Sure I’ll give you a makeup test” And then she told me that I wasn’t ready for uni, I don’t even have a proper endgame, and should take a gap year. So that I can collect my thoughts, retake the math courses, and then do it again.

I have literally been working years to get to uni, and now I’m doubting my ability to do anything. There are 2 main perspectives I have for this.

1. I know how horrible time year has been, I can very clearly see every single mistake I’ve made and know what I could’ve done to fix them. I’ve learned a lot, honestly, and I want to do better, I know I can. I’m aware of what’s taken my focus away and I know where to put more energy. This has honest to gods been a very rough learning experience, one i intend to grow from and am happy I got to experience. And I know that I really really want to try in university, I want to experience it and succeed and excel. Make my family proud, as it were.

2. I don’t know if I’m ready. I can see every single mistake and am terrified of repeating the same mistakes, but on higher stakes. My mom said that I’m just like my uncle, or that she sees the resemblance anyways, and that not who I am or who I want to be. There’s a literal example in the family and I don’t want to turn into him. I refuse. I didn’t even see how they were related and now I do, and I hate it , because I really did take my eye off the ball. It’s too late to fix things this year, but I want to try and continue learning and refreshing my math in the summer, so that I’m better prepared. Make myself a real schedule for it and follow through. But still (if my mom allows) be able to see my friends before everyone leaves.

A part of me thinks that she’s right. Knows it, more like. That I would never have succeeded as well if it weren’t for the pressure cooker she put me in. But also, if I’m being honest, I want to push back against that. Because I wouldn’t be in the same cooker at uni. I would be so much farther away and no consequence would seem real. Meaning there’s more of a chance I would’ve made the same mistakes I made now, but in a larger scale. I have the experience of being my cut free now, my brain automatically didn’t know how to handle it and went loose too. It’s basically psychology , I know what happened to my brain. And I’m still happy that I was left alone this year because that means that I got to see, and understand what this really feels like. I think that this would help me succeed next year. That, or I’m full of crap. I don’t know. What I do know is that my moms is tired and disappointed in me, rightfully so, and she doesn’t know what to do with me know. She wants me to give her my life plan (career wise) and tell her why I acc want to study science, and if I think I’m ready for uni. But then wtv I try to say, she’ll say that I’m just saying that to make them happy, and she’s sick of the bullshit. So, I don’t know how I can try to make her understand, try to build her faith and trust in me, I’m the fact that I can do it, can succeed in uni. I don’t know, I’m just kind of sorry about my existence.

#burnt out #gifted kid burnout #kinda depressing #i’m terrified

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fuyussi · 2 years

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helping hand

characters: haitani rindou x dom!reader

cw: fist fucking, rindou suffers from emotions, nothing else rlly

a/n: rindou’s got a hand kink i think

“god, just fucking touch me already,” rindou grits out. you’ve been pressing kisses around his neck, making sure to suck a hickey right at the base of his bonten tattoo, while your hands wander the expanse of his chest. alternating between tracing his tattoos and tweaking his erect nipples.

“you know that’s not how you should be asking for things baby. besides, i am touching you,” you sit back and admire your handiwork. rindou was flushed from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest, his hand not doing much to cover his red face from your view. his neck was littered with your lovebites, making sure they were dark enough to last a while. underneath you, you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass through his boxers and his breathing was laboured, all from a couple well placed kisses and wandering hands.

you chuckled at his exasperated expression, “alright then tell me what you want.”

“you know what i want.”

“say it. tell me how bad you want it, rin.” rindou swallowed, he knew very well just how cruel you could be, and if he ever hoped to cum today he’d better obey your words. he reaches to wrap his arms around you, “… want your hand. wanna fuck your hand… please” he mumbled out, red face buried in your neck.

“awww how cute. does my baby want to fuck my fist?” rindou nodded stiffly, dick twitching and somehow becoming more flushed hearing the words leave your lips.

you move to sit beside him, dragging his boxers down and watching his hard cock slap against his abdomen. massaging his thighs, you stop to admire him again. can’t help it, your baby’s just too pretty. the tip of his cock was flushed the same colour as his swollen lips, twitching intermittently when he realised that he was completely naked while you were fully dressed.

you grab his cock and press a kiss to the tip. rindou whines, letting his head fall against your shoulder as he tries his best not to move his hips yet. gathering a glob of spit in your mouth, you let it slide off your tongue and drip over his leaking cock. using it as lube, you begin to lightly jerk him, spreading your spit over his length.

hips twitching slightly, rindou was getting impatient, he knew you were dragging it out just to see how long he could keep still. but the aching feeling was becoming too much, “please, wanna fuck your hand so bad,” he whispers against your shoulder.

with your free hand, you reach up to stroke his cheek and press a gentle kiss to his lips, “go ahead rin, i wanna see you cum all over my hand.” at your permission, he begins to thrust upwards, trying to meet your hand as your grip tightens to just how he likes it.

lifting his head from your shoulder, rindou whines again, his palms digging into the sofa cushions as his hips pick up speed. he chases his high, eyes completely fixated on your hand wrapped around his dick and the feeling of his hard cock fucking into your warm tight fist.

you take in the sight before you; rindou’s normally stoic face now twisted in pleasure, little gasps escaping his lips as he gets drunk off the feeling. his abdominal muscles flexing as he continuously pushes his cock into your fist, every stroke bringing him closer to his high. you kiss up his neck, “doing so good baby, look so fucking hot right now.”

rindou, on the other hand, was much less coherent. just barely grasping what you said, his heart swelled up. he loves how you’re able to make him feel so good with just your hand, and he loves how you make him feel comfortable with what he likes. but most of all, he loves you. overcome with emotion, his eyes flicker to you. your image finally pushing him over edge as the sensations become too much.

mouth agape, rindou lets out silent moans. you feel him shudder, his hips stuttering and losing its rhythm as cum spurts out and leaks all over your hand. letting his head fall against your shoulder once again, rindou whimpered as you continued to pump his cock, feeling it soften in your grasp.

letting him catch his breath, you move to clean off your hand but before you can he grabs onto you. wrapping his arms around your waist, he traps you against him with his face pressed into your chest.

“you ok, rin?” he was not normally this clingy even after sex. using your clean hand, you run it through his hair, making sure to lightly scratch the base of his scalp knowing it soothes him.

rindou nodded, “i was just… having emotions and shit.” he was always better at showing then saying.

laughing lightly, you coo “ohh, love you too baby,” kissing the top of his head.

“yeah,” he paused before continuing, “i love you to death.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #sub tokyo revengers #sub tokyorev #haitani rindou #sub haitani rindou #haitani rindou smut #haitani rindou x you #haitani rindou x reader #fuyussi.writes #rindou haitani #haitani brothers

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luciferpanini · 2 years

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Yo I fucking love your swap AU the mental image of Mafuyu who tries to make ppl happy but just Does Not Understand Humor is cracking me up also do you have like, backstories and stuff for how Tsukasa and Nene ended up The Way They Did?

Tsukasa fell down seven flights of stairs and was never the same afterward. /j /j /j

I do!!! But I also,, kind of don't,, :')

As in like!! I have vague ideas in my head but it's rlly hard to put them into words. They're often unsteady too so most of the time I'm not too too sure about what comes out of my mouth.

ramble under the cut yeah.

To keep it short and simple.

Nene:

After quitting her old theater troupe, Nene started her activity as an utaite under the name "Deep Sea Diva" (深海の歌姫). Despite giving up on becoming a musical actress, she still wished to continue singing, and not having to show her face or stand in front of an audience meant her stage fright would be less of a problem. Kanade invited her to join Niigo after listening to her cover of one of their songs. So she became their main vocalist and mixer.

She honestly tries really hard to convince herself that things are fine the way they are and she's satisfied with her situation, that she has no reasons to want more. Her whole character arc would be accepting that she still wants to become an actress and finding the courage to pursue her dreams again. Because as of now Nene thinks of herself as selfish and not knowing her limits every time the slight thought of her past aspirations cross her mind. jfsdkjf It's rlly straightforward for a Nene story!

Her Nightcord username is NenengaV!!

Tsukasa:

He's perfectly fucked up just the way he is, he just needs a wee little nudge. (⌒‿⌒)

He started thinking for 5 seconds and it ruined his life. /j

"Why am I doing this... why do I not remember????"

Anyway, his SEKAI for him is basically "a place where I'm needed" and judging by how it's completely desolated with only Miku, you can kinda tell how he perceives his own self-worth.

In the AU, Saki actually got transferred to the same hospital Kanade's father stays at, so that's how they met!! Idk how to explain this but he pretty much Tenma'd Kanade into tolerating his class clown behaviors.

Saki said "I think I want to become an idol when I'm healthy" once and he internalised it to hell and back as something completely different.

Even though he did help Kanade with making music, he effectively functioned as an assistant ghostwriter to K until Ena and Nene joined.

"who the fuck is that?" "that's tsukasa, he helps with the lyrics and instrumentals sometimes." "who????"

His Nightcord username is literally just "Tsukasa", he's going to get doxxed one day.

His spine is constantly hurting from sleeping on the SEKAI's floor and his energy level is at a constant low. People say he has a habit of "disappearing" because he would be weaseling his way into the SEKAI any chance he gets.

She'll wake up any time now...

#ask #lore ramble #sekai swap au #project sekai #tsukasa tenma #nene kusanagi #i was fighting demons writing all of this

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fanfics4all · 3 years

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Banished

Request: Yes / No roan x reader (smut preferably) where you get banished from skaikru about a month in after landing on earth and you meet roan. since he’s wounded and you’re a healer you patch him up and end up travelling together and become rlly close?? idk i read your trick or treat fic and it was my favourite roan fic i’ve read (and i’ve read them all...no shame)😭 @szhead31

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Roan x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1735

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name

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“What do you mean I’m kicked out?” I asked Clarke and Bellamy.

“Y/N, you’ve been a danger to the camp.” Bellamy said with his arms crossed.

“A danger? I’m a damn healer!” I shouted.

“And half of the people in our infirmary are because of you!” He shouted back at me.

“Enough!” Clarke shouted, stopping anything before it started.

“Y/N, Bellamy’s right. You’ve been fighting everyone in camp and with the Grounders wanting to kill us, we need to think of the bigger picture.” She said and I scoffed.

“Ya know what? I don’t even care anymore. Screw all of you and I hope the Grounders kick your ass!” I shouted and stormed out of the dropship. I went to my tent and grabbed my shit then left without another word. Those assholes can kiss my damn ass.

*One Month Later*

I was out hunting in the snow. I don’t entirely remember how I got here, but I was alive so that’s all that matters. I had the perfect angle on the deer I was hunting when all of a sudden a scream scared it away.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groaned. I decided that I should run and see who was screaming. Maybe someone from camp got lost and I could fix them up, it was the damn doctor in me… If I heal them maybe they’ll see I’m not as bad as everyone says I am! I pushed myself to run faster and found a man leaning against a tree with a serious wound in his stomach. I’m honestly surprised his guts weren’t falling out. I kneeled down by his side and quickly pulled out my supplies.

“Who are you?” He asked with a groan.

“I’m here to help, who are you? What happened?” I asked as I started to work on his stomach.

“I am Roan, Prince of Azgeda.” He answered then hissed in pain.

“Don’t move, I need to disinfect it before I stitch you up. Here, bite on this.” I said and pushed a cloth into his mouth. He bit down on it and continued my work. It took about a half hour to patch him up enough to get him somewhere safe.

“Where did you learn to do that?” He asked as we were walking through the forest.

“My Father was a doctor, he taught me everything I know.” I answered with a small smile.

“Your Father taught you well.” He said, returning my smile.

“Up ahead, there’s a small cabin I found, I’ve been staying there.” I said and pointed at the building ahead. He nodded and the two of us quickly but carefully made our way into the cabin. I laid him on the bed and checked his wound again.

“If you’re a Prince, what are you doing out here alone? Shouldn’t you have guards with you?” I asked.

“I was banished so my people could join with the Commander.” He said sadly.

“Your parents banished you?” I asked shocked and he nodded sadly.

“Why are you out here on your own?” He asked and I bit my lip.

“Same reason you are. I was banished because my people thought I was more dangerous than the Grounders.” I answered and his eyes widened slightly.

“Why?” He asked.

“I was a healer to my people, there weren’t many, but the two people that basically put themselves in charge kicked me out because I kept fighting people. Those people talked a lot of shit about me and I was just making sure they knew not to mess with me, turns out that putting your own people in the infirmary while at ‘war’ isn’t a great idea.” I half laughed.

“How long have you been out here?” He asked.

“About a month, maybe a little more.” I shrugged.

“You’re strong.” He smiled and his eyes slowly started to close.

“Get some rest, I’ll check on you in the morning.” I said and walked off to make myself food.

*Another Month Later*

Roan had healed well. He was strong and wanted to get better. He was actually a very good patient and did everything I asked of him. The two of us got to know each other while he was healing and he was amazing. At first he was pretty reserved and hesitant to let me into his life, but eventually he opened up to me. He was sweet with a very strong sense of loyalty. When he was finally better I thought he would just leave, which broke my heart at the thought, but he stayed. He explained to me how he was a bounty hunter and asked me to join him on his adventures. I had agreed, but we always ended up coming back to the cabin we now claimed as ours. The two of us knew we had developed feelings for one another, but we never fully confessed. Sure we acted like a couple, but it was never solidified. That was until we got snowed in our cabin with no way of leaving.

“I suppose it’s good that we got extra food yesterday when we were out.” I said and Roan smiled.

“I suppose you’re right.” He said and joined me in the bed. Roan pulled me towards him and I rested my head on his chest. We sat in silence, revelling in the warmth that our bodies gave to each other. After a few minutes Roan pulled my face up to look at him and he did something unexpected. He held my chin with two of his fingers and gently kissed me. I was breathless when he broke away, his eyes shining as he admired me.

“What was that for?” I whispered.

“I just finally got the courage to confess how I feel.” He said and I smiled with a slight blush dusting my cheeks.

“I feel the same way.” I said and kissed him again. The kiss started off as sweet and loving, but it quickly turned hotter. The two of us were feeling each other’s bodies and enjoying the feelings. When Roan dipped into my pants I pulled away.

“Wait, I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” I said, blushing deeply and looked away. Roan grabbed my face and made me look at him.

“Let me teach you. We’ll be nice and warm after.” He said with a small smirk. There was something about Roan that made me trust him with all of my heart.

“Okay…” I whispered. Roan pulled my shirt off and then my pants were quick to follow. My arms immediately went to cover my chest.

“What about you?” I asked. He smirked and rid himself of his clothing, naked. Roan gently pried my arms from my chest and smiled.

“Beautiful.” He hummed and kissed me, making my cheeks turn pink.

“No need to be shy, Y/N.” He promised. He gently pushed me to lay on the bed and his lips went to my chest.

“Roan…” I breathed, lacing my fingers into his brown hair. He pulled my underwear from me and looked up at me for consent. I gave him a small nod and he moved to my entrance. The sensation was overwhelming as his cock entered my pussy for the very first time. Delightful flashes of tingles coursed through my body. It felt amazing, until he broke through the one thing that indicated I was indeed a virgin. I grunted at the sharp burst of pain in my pussy. He held still, deep within me.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He whispered in my ear. My breathing was fast and shallow as I felt my walls absorbing his shaft. The sharp pain dulled to an ache, but was slowly overcome by a heavenly feeling of fullness. The tingles from him pressing against my clit increasing as his body moved subtly with each of his deep breaths.

“It’s okay… I’m fine.” I finally whispered. Roan’s hips pulled back slowly, his gaze still concentrated on my face, probably looking for any signs of pain. He stopped with the head of his cock placed just in the entrance on my pussy. He teased me for only a moment, making me moan and grip the sheets.

“Please don’t tease.” I begged.

“Sorry love.” He said and pushed back inside me. One of his hands found my clit and I arched my back as he played with it. My muscles eased, allowing the pain to dissipate. Roan’s thrusts began to build pressure in my stomach and stars in my eyes. The soft pleasure washed over me with ease. My breaths were coming out in shallow stutters as I tried to hold back my orgasm. I was throbbing around Roan and he could feel every second of my building pleasure.

“Roan, fuck!” I choked out as I withered on the bed.

“Harder, harder please!” I begged, squeezing my eyes shut. Roan leaned down, capturing my lips in a messy but loving kiss as he did what I wanted. The ache in my every muscle released all at once. A shudder ran through my body as my orgasm took over me.

“You look so beautiful when you cum like that.” Roan praised, and it only made it better. Roan pulled my legs over his shoulders and hit a deeper spot inside me.

“Oh my God!” I shrieked. My back arched off the bed as Roan slid into me with the deep, angled thrusts. My moans were loud, escaping my lips with every other thrust he made. His hips rolled against mine with his hand still trying to pull another orgasm from me. I gripped the sheets tighter as I jolted upward from his powerful force.

“Oh fuck! Roan!” I screamed, pleasure bursting through my veins. I was cumming for a second time tonight.

“Oh Y/N!” He moaned as he came inside me. I whined when he pulled out of me. He gave a small chuckle and pulled me into him under the blanket.

“Warmer?” He asked and I nodded.

“That was amazing.” I sighed happily.

“We can do that as often as you want.” He smiled and I captured his lips in a kiss.

“I think I want to do that all the time.” I said and he laughed.

“Whatever you want, my Princess.” He said and I smiled. This was what earth was all about. This was my new start.

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halsteadlover · 3 years

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hi gorgeous, i rlly am in love with "is that my hoodie baby?" and "i want one" i was wondering if you could do an imagine where whole intelligence stays in a hotel after a gala and reader and jay spend the night on the same room doing it and the next morning both are full of hickeys and intelligence tease them a lot about it and how the reader was too loud and reader is rlly embarrassed and jay comforts y/n. Totally understand if you don't feel like doing it, btw I Love your imagines ❤️

• Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing.

• Word count: 3699.

• A/N: Please read this only if you're 18+. I'm sorry for any mistakes and I hope this turned out okay, lemme know what you think. Sending lots of love to everyone, pls stay safe out there ❤️.

The night of the Gala was one of the hottest ever and having the Chicago police uniform on certainly didn't help. This was one of the many reasons you hated that event but for some strange reason the presence of Detective Jay Halstead made that evening much less unpleasant. You found yourself unable to take your eyes off him, something with him wearing that uniform drove you crazy and trying not to think about how much you wanted to tear that blue shirt off him became almost impossible.

Jay had noticed the way you were looking at him and that's why he thought it was a good idea to tease you. The way you tried to pretend nothing was happening when he put his hand on your thigh under the table and slid it until he touched your intimate area with his fingers, or how you blushed when he approached you while no one was looking and whispering the things he wanted to do to you, Jay was really having a hard time trying not to drag you into the bathrooms.

“God I can't wait to be alone with you and fuck the life out of you,” he whispered into your ear after reaching out to you and resting his hand on the back of your chair. The wine you were drinking went awry and you started coughing, causing the rest of the team to turn towards you with a worried look.

“Are you okay?” Hailey asked immediately handing you a glass of water.

“Yeah I'm okay, thank you,” you said and then drank the water she gave you. You threw a lightning glance at Jay who in the meantime was trying to keep himself from grinning. If looks could seriously strike Jay Halstead would sure be ashes in his chair by now. You took a deep breath trying to regain control of yourself and try not to actually think of Jay fucking your life out.

Fucking bastard, he liked seeing you so tense and eager.

Well, two can play that game.

While he was talking to Antonio, you put your hand on the crotch of his pants, making him wince slightly. Jay tried to remain as indifferent as possible as he glanced at you, you pretending nothing happened while laughing and joking with Hailey. Jay didn't have a clue what Antonio was saying anymore because of the way you were touching him over his pants and trying not to moan was impossible. He had no idea how he would be able to get up from that table with the erection he had between his legs and he couldn't help but think about how that little game he was playing with you had backfired.

“You alright man?” Antonio suddenly asked when he noticed Jay's flushed cheeks and the way his breathing was accelerated. He seriously thought he was having a panic attack.

“Yes, it's just too hot here,” Jay replied almost heaving a sigh of relief when you removed your hand. He didn't know how long he would be able to hold out without making any noise. “I'm going to the bathroom, excuse me,” he continued, taking his jacket from the chair and covering himself before getting up. You tried not to laugh when he glared at you, giving him a wink.

That evening was one of the longest of your life and you have never been so happy to go back to the hotel. After saying goodbye to the rest of the Intelligence members you headed to your room but didn't have time to close the door as you felt a presence behind you. Before you realized what was happening, Jay had already pinned you against the wall, his mouth on yours as he devoured you in a deep and fiery kiss.

Before your mind could think of it you were already kissing him back, your arms around his neck and your hands through his hair.

“Fuck I've been waiting all night for this,” he whispered before sowing kisses down your jaw and all the way to your neck. You couldn't help but let out sighs as he started licking and sucking the skin of your neck, at that place he knew made you lose your mind. One hand tightly gripped your waist as if he was trying as much as possible to pull you to his body, his erection rubbing on your center, the other one grabbed your boob. His movements were frantic, his touch possessive and decisive, there was no doubt that he wanted you, and he wanted you right away.

Your hands wandered all over his toned, sculpted body, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feel of Jay's mouth on you. You felt like you couldn't breath, the desire you had for this man was so intense you really thought you couldn't survive.

You were a whole of touches, caresses, kisses and sighs. It wasn't the first time you and Jay were in that situation, but the desire and lust you both had for each other was so intense it was hard to describe, your minds were now devoid of any lucid thoughts as you undressed each other.

You were both shirtless as Jay knelt in front of you, his eyes fixed in yours. God, no matter how many times you looked at him, the way his bright green eyes made you feel would always make your knees go weak.

His lips traced kisses all along your stomach up to the waistband of your pants. “Can I?” he asked you before continuing. You nodded frantically, getting a grin from him. You were so quivering and impatient that you felt you were going to explode, you wanted him so badly, you wanted to feel his hands all over your body.

He was literally mesmerized when you stood naked in front of him after he helped you get rid of the last clothes, these thrown in an indefinite part of the room.

“God damn Y/N you're so fucking beautiful,” he said, his eyes tracing every single millimeter of your body. He had seen you naked countless times but damn it always felt like it was the first time, he was so damn attracted to you, he couldn't believe how fucking beautiful you were. A moan came out your lips as his hand stroked your pussy, your legs spontaneously spread.

“All mine,” he whispered looking at you as if you were the most beautiful of wonders. And damn you were, you were perfect in his eyes. You felt your soul leaving your body when without warning he placed his mouth on your wet, throbbing pussy. “So fucking wet.”

“Oh fuck” you loudly moaned when he started licking and sucking your clit. Your back arched, your hand in Jay's hair as you gently tugged it, your hips moving to the rhythm of Jay's licking. He let out a groan when you pulled his hair and the mere sight of your other hand on your breast as you touched yourself almost made him come in boxers.

“Jay you're so fucking good please don't stop...” you moaned.

With one hand Jay grabbed your thigh and put your leg around his shoulder and you almost passed out when he slid two fingers inside you. At that point you had no idea how you managed to stand still, by now your legs felt like jelly.

“Fuck baby you have no idea what you're doing to me,” he said, his eyes on you as he enjoyed the sight of you quivering under his touch, your eyes closed and your mouth slightly open with pleasure.

“Jay I...” you tried to talk but you didn't even know what you meant, your mind was totally clouded. You knew you couldn't hold out any further. It was as if electric arrows shot through your body as the orgasm overwhelmed you, vision blurred for a few seconds as your chest rose and fell quickly.

“Best meal I had all day.”

You felt like you were about to collapse against that wall but Jay luckily held you tightly, preventing you from melting to the ground like snow in the sun.

“Fuck how does it get better and better? God...” you said, still ecstatic as you tried to recover from that wonderful orgasm.

Jay chuckled. “What can I say, we practice a lot”. He sowed kisses on your inner thigh making you smile when he nibbled you. You placed your hands on his face and kissed him passionately, making him stand up and pressing your back against the cold wall again.

You gave him one last kiss before moving your lips to his neck, starting to bite and suck on his skin. He muttered a slight “Fuck” under his breath, eyes closed as he enjoyed that sensation.

Jay couldn't take his eyes off you as he watched you sow kisses down his chest, his abs, all the way to the V-line that disappeared inside his pants. The sight alone made you lose your mind, that man was so good looking it hurt.

“God Jay you are so handsome,” you whispered as your hands caressed him everywhere, his stomach, hips, legs, lingering in a particular way on those freckles that made you so crazy.

“Y/N...” he sighed as you stroked him over the top of his pants. He was so hard and the boxers so tight it was almost painful. You bit your lip as you pulled down his pants and boxers finally releasing his erection, your legs spontaneously tightening at the sight of his hard and big dick. With one hand you gently encircled the shaft of his penis, starting to move slowly up and down, your thumb drawing imaginary circles on his tip wet from his precum.

“Holy fuck...” he signed his mouth wide open. While you continued to masturbate him with your hand, you ran your tongue along his hips, slowly moving it towards his penis “Y/N stop playing with me”.

“What do you want?” you asked putting on the most seductive tone you were capable of.

“I want to fuck that little pretty mouth of yours,” he groaned. You gave him a little smirk and when he thought you were going to finally give him a blowjob you lingered a bit on his inner thigh, teasing him with kisses and nibbling the area. Seeing him writhe with desire under your touch caused you a pleasure that was not describable. You loved seeing the way only you could make him feel, it was a vision you would never get used to.

“Y/N...” he started to say but almost had a heart attack when with your tongue out, you licked the lower part of his penis up to the tip. That simple viewing was better of any porn scene. Jay's hand tightened around your hair, pleasure running through his veins.

“Holy shit baby… It's so fucking good,” he cursed, moaning loudly as you licked and kissed his sensitive tip. “God you drive me crazy.”

Hearing Jay moan like that only increased your desire to please him. Jay almost felt his soul come out of his body as you encircled his dick with your lips, your head starting to slowly back and forth.

“Oh my God Y/N” he moaned softly, throwing his head back, his eyes closed from his pleasure as you gave him the best blowjob of his life “I'm going to fuck your brains out.”

You felt your pussy throbbing at the sound of those words, so much that you found yourself squeezing your thighs again in search of some relief. Your eyes were fixed on Jay and seeing his jaw contracted with pleasure, his chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes half closed and his mouth wide open, encouraged you to pick up speed.

Jay looked down at you and the feeling he got when your eyes met his again was something wonderful. He took off a lock of hair that ended up in front of your eyes.

“Holy shit!” he let out a particularly loud moan as he felt your tongue spin around his dick as you sucked it. His hips were moving forward and God only knew how much he was holding onto moving faster.

“God baby you are so beautiful with my dick in your mouth” he moaned, now a mess of moans and gasps “Oh fuck yes just like that.”

You tried to suppress the retching Jay caused when he hit you deep in your throat. You were breathing through your nostrils, and although it wasn't the most comfortable position it was worth it for the wonderful vision you were having.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, stop please... I want to be inside you,” Jay mumbled, feeling the orgasm begin to build inside him. He took a step back and when he looked down at you he couldn't help but notice your flushed cheeks and swollen red lips, your chest rising and falling quickly as you tried to regulate your breathing. He didn't give you time to say or do something that his mouth was already back on yours in an impetuous, passionate kiss, his naked body against yours as he held you pressed against the wall. Your arms encircled Jay's neck, your hands in his hair as you tried to draw him as close to you as possible. It was so good to feel his skin against yours, never like then you wished that moment would never end.

“I'm going to fuck you against this wall and on every inch of this room you hear me?” he whispered against your ear, causing shivers through your whole body. He held your thighs possessively as your legs encircled his hips. A moan escaped your lips as Jay began rubbing your clit with his dick until he reached your entrance.

A guttural moan escaped both of you as Jay slid inside you. His head was in the hollow of your neck, his lips sucking and biting your skin. You threw your head back, your mouth wide open with pleasure as your fingers were scratching Jay's back.

“Fuck baby it's so beautiful inside you,” he gasped, his lips nibbling your neck, your earlobe “So wet and so tight even if I fuck you all the time.”

“Shit Jay move, please,” you said, pleading, completely out of breath. Jay didn't have to repeat it twice and began to move his hips, first slowly, then increasing the pace.

“Oh my god yes... Yes,” you moaned, your mind completely clouded with the pleasure you were feeling. You grabbed Jay by his face, kissing him passionately as he continued to thrust fast and hard inside you. You started sucking and biting the skin of his neck as Jay had his forehead resting on your shoulder, your hands in his hair. His fingers pressed so hard on your thighs that they would surely make their mark but you didn't care. It was like it was just the two of you, the rest of the world disappeared as you were both lost in each other.

You pressed your lips to Jay's again to try to stop your moans, in such a frantic and messy kiss in stark contrast to his strong and vigorous thrusts. God, sometimes it seemed like you could feel it in your stomach.

“Ah yes Jay...” you loudly moaned but tried to stop by biting his shoulder “Fuck right there right there right there” you frantically continued when he hit your G-spot. No matter how many times you and Jay did it, you would never stop wondering how fucking good sex was with him, so intense, violent, excessive and exciting.

“Just mine... All fucking mine,” he groaned as he kept marking your neck with his kisses. You let out yelp, both of you struggling to keep it together, overburden with lust and passion.

“God damn you make me feel so good baby,” you digged your nail in his back as if you were trying to release all the tension you felt.

“Baby I'm... I'm so close,” he moaned, his thrusts even deeper and more frenetic than before as he felt his orgasm building.

“Come for me baby... Show me how good you are.” He gave one last push before coming out of you and ejecting his warm cum all over your belly and chest. Fuck, he thought he reached heaven for a moment.

Jay quickly replaced his dick with his fingers, starting to touch your clit and causing you to explode into another powerful orgasm. You felt as if your senses had for a moment vanished due to the intense waves of orgasm going through your body and for Jay to see you totally lose control it was like he had come for a second time. God only knew how fucking much be loved pleasing you.

“Kiss me,” you whispered breathlessly and Jay didn't have to repeat it twice. Your hands cupped his face as you exchanged a sweet, romantic kiss, him still holding you against the wall. You were grateful as you didn't think you could stand up right now.

“We should take a shower,” you told him, a smile on your lips as he continued to kiss you.

“I love when you smile like that” he whispered, his lips raised in a smile as he kept looking at you. He didn't know why he kept denying it, it was so obvious that he totally lost his mind to you.

“I love it too when you smile, your eyes light up when you do it,” you said and before you could say anything else he was kissing you again.

“Ready for the shower?” he asked you, the expression on his face that suggested something other than a simple shower.

Jay kept his word and took you on every surface of your hotel room, on the bed, in the shower, even in front of the window and the mirror. Needless to say, neither of you had slept a bit except for an hour and a half. Waking up the next morning was torture but the exhaustion was replaced by horror when, after taking yet another shower, you looked in the mirror, noticing your neck and chest full of hickeys.

“Jay what did you do to me?!” you exclaimed as soon as you returned to your room. Jay in the meantime was getting dressed after taking a shower before you did. He looked at you with a grin on his lips, unable to suppress the sense of satisfaction when he saw you full of the signs that testified your wild and passionate night.

“I could ask you the same question detective,” he chuckled pointing to his neck and chest. You widened your eyes noticing that he too was covered with hickeys.

“Oh,” you just said “Oh my God, they'll find out”.

“They won't found baby, don't worry.”

How wrong was Jay.

When you met the rest of the team for breakfast at the hotel, Adam wasted no time making one of his jokes.

“So Y/N how did you sleep last night?” he asked, looking at you with a smirk on his face.

“Very well thank you,” you replied, trying to ignore the way he was looking at you.

“I'm glad to hear that,” he said before taking a bite of his donut “I didn't sleep so well.”

“Why?” Hailey asked.

“Let's say the people in the next room have been hitting all night.”

Your heart almost stopped in your chest. You and Jay exchanged glances, both trying to remain indifferent.

“Do you want to guess who it is?” Adam asked as he watched the rest of the team.

“Oh is that someone we know then?” Kim asked with surprise.

“Just look around us,” Adam said and everyone's eyes widened when they looked at you and Jay, noticing both of your necks full of hickeys. It didn't take long to figure out what happened. You tried as much as possible to hide them but it wasn't enough.

“No fucking way!”.

“I knew it! I knew it!”.

“You're so good Jay don't stop,” Adam pretended to moan and at that point you wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground. Your cheeks were red with embarrassment and you were staring at the coffee in your hands, not having the courage to look at others.

They began to exclaim as they made fun of both you and Jay. He noticed the way you weren't comfortable, moving in your chair as if you couldn't wait to leave. He placed a hand on your back and gently stroked you in an attempt to make you feel better, knowing full well how much you hated being the center of attention.

“I had no idea that a porn star was hiding in you Y/N” Adam laughed and at that point Jay interrupted him, annoyed by his friend's words.

“Adam stop it right now,” he said in a slightly hostile tone “Leave her alone before I'll seriously knock you out.”

“C'mon man I was just kidding,” Adam responded slightly surprised by the way Jay was so defensive towards you.

“I don't care, what we do is our business and it's not nice of you to talk about it when it's clear that she isn't comfortable with it.”

You tried to hide the smile that threatened to come out on your face and you found yourself grabbing his hand under the table.

“I'm sorry Y/N I didn't mean to be disrespectful,” Adam said sincerely and you gave him a little smile. He always joked like this with everyone, you knew it wasn't his intention to embarrassed.

“It's okay.”

“So are you two together?” Antonio asked alternating the gaze between you and Jay. You didn't know how to answer that question. How were you supposed to answer if you first didn't know what was going on between you and Jay?

“Yes we are,” he replied, putting an arm around his shoulder and pulling you to him to give you a kiss on your temple. You smiled at him, incredulous, and at that point Kevin started clapping his hands.

“Give me all your money I won my bet!”

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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Hate Is A Strong Word

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word

Warning(s): cursing, maybe a bit of angst? (Not a lot), fluff, arguing, fighting, ect..

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: you and Karl hate each other (or at least you both thought) until it was leaked to the smp that he had feelings for you.

Pairing: c!Karl X gn! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: this is my first sfw fic 😍😍

- if this gets enough attention then I might do a part 2 with some nsfw.

* This is unedited and I didn’t rlly proof read it so if this story actually makes no sense at all than I’m rlly sorry 😭

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Your eyes narrowed and you furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed Karl in the distance, he looked as if he was moving towards you so you were wondering what business he was up to.

“Karl! What’re you doing?” You called out to him but he snubbed you and ignored your question “Fine, ignore me then asshole!” You scoffed and returned to what you were doing, you try to act nice and he doesn’t play along!

You went back to crafting, putting the sticks together and cursing yourself once you realized you didn’t have all the correct materials. You sighed and held onto your nose bridge in annoyance “I can’t believe I forgot to get the red stone!” You grumbled.

This meant more work for you today and you were already tired of it, you sat down and tried to think of a way to get out of doing more hard labor for the day. You got an idea and stood up, there’s got to be someone on the server with red stone right?

You exited your humble house and approached the first person you saw outside which happened to be Purpled “hey! I’m sure that you’ve probably got some on you so I was wondering if I could borrow some red stone? Or just take it from you..” you asked politely “oh I Uh- I actually ran out, I used the last of it on this build right here!” He stood back and presented the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen.

You nodded “oh alright then- thanks anyways” you passed him and walked down the trail, perhaps Eret had stolen some off of someone and could let you borrow a few? You walked up to him and smiled “greetings! Do you have any spare red stone that I could please use?” You bowed down slightly.

“Oh no, I’m afraid that I don’t have any! I know who does have a whole supply of red stone though!” Eret’s voice sounded condescending and almost patronizing “oh really? That’s great! Who is it?” You smiled excitedly “It’s Karl!” Eret replied.

Your face fell and you frowned, your happiness was wiped from your face and you gave Eret a deadpan look “why does it have to be him?” You groaned “oh I’m sure someone else will have some, you’ll just have to check around..” Eret then scattered away.

You knew that Eret is normally right, she won’t let anyone prove them wrong, so you knew that Karl was probably your best bet at retrieving some red stone. You wiped your face and made your way over to Karl’s whereabouts.

You knocked on the door of his house and waited for him to open the door, you watched as Karl peeked through the curtain and then quickly ran away to pretend that no one was home. You banged on his door angrily “Karl, open up! I just need some red stone!” You yelled out.

“No ones home!” He screamed back at you, you sighed and lowered your head “what a fucking idiot..” you thought out loud, Karl gasped and opened the door “that’s quite rude, don’t you think??” He crossed his arms and huffed. “Oh great- you’re home, can I have that red stone now??” You gave a fake smile “what makes you think I’m gonna give it up so willingly?” Karl rose an eyebrow. What a pretentious fuck.

“Because if you hand it over now then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day!” You had hoped that your plan would work “who says that I want to be left alone? Maybe I want to pester you all day!” Karl teased “oh come on! I just need the red stone, give it up!” You held your hands up in defense “oh nuh-uh! That belongs to me!” He blocked the doorway.

You pushed him gently and tried to steal his red stone but he tackled you to the floor, you kicked him off you and then stood back up to dust yourself off “listen here- if you do something for me than I’ll happily give it to you” Karl offered.

“Fine, asshat, what is it?” You had already expected him to send you doing something horrible or incredibly dangerous “I need you to just give this to Quackity, he said he needed it” Karl handed you a bag full of just dirt “he needs a bag of dirt? This seems like the most useless task ever!” You exclaimed.

“It’s not useless if you’re getting something out of it, come back here when you’re done” he shut the door on you and left you to go on your quest. You knew it’d be an easy task, so why did Karl send you to do it? Did he not think you could do it? Did he underestimate you?

You walked back to your house and equipped yourself with some leather boots, they should help your feet with the long walk. You got back up and got back onto the trail, you flung the bag over your shoulder and coughed as some of the dirt came out.

You arrived in Las Nevada’s pretty fast to be honest! Your eyes glanced over the beautiful sight, Las Nevadas is a wonderful place! If you weren’t a traveler than you’d like to settle somewhere like this.

“Quackity!” You came up to the building and called out for him, yelping and jumping back when a little green man appeared behind you “AH!” You screamed and dropped the bag “Oh! You have my dirt! Thank you, Mx. Jacobs!” He ducked down “what?! What did you call me??” You bent down.

He popped back out of the dirt “Mx. Jacobs, Karl Jacob’s partner!” He smiled cheerfully “I’m not dating Karl! And my name is Y/n!” You spat out “oh really, you’re not?? But I heard Karl talking about how much he loves you! I must’ve misunderstood, goodbye Y/n (not the partner of Karl Jacobs)!” He sunk back down but you pulled him back up.

“Hey- no! I wanna talk!” You desperately spoke “oh sure! I have time to kill anyways!” He stuck his tongue out “who are you?” You asked curiously “I’m Charlie slimecicle! You’re Y/n the traveler, Karl’s partner!” Charlie stated incorrectly.

“Hey- no. I hate Karl” you crossed your arms “really?? I was getting the impression that you liked him from the way that you stare at him lovingly from afar” Charlie shrugged “WHAT- HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? I DONT DO THAT!!” You quickly tried to defend yourself.

“Don’t defend yourself, I already said that Karl likes you too!” Charlie was a chill guy “then why does he purposefully irritate me so much?!” You complained “I dunno! I’m gonna go with my bag of dirt now..” Charlie disappeared and this time you weren’t able to catch him.

You continued to sit there for a while, just thinking to yourself about things ‘does Karl really like me?’ You thought. You shook the feeling off “hold on- I don’t even like him! Charlie was talking non-sense!” The words coming out of your mouth did not match the way you were feeling.

Your heart was in your mouth, your chest was sore and your lungs were gasping for air as your hair was beating faster and faster “oh god- shit.. maybe I do like him! I mean.. those times that we don’t fight are really nice” you were conflicted. You decided that it’d be better to just confront your problems so you stood up and went back home.

You knocked on the door of Karl Macon’s house, he answered immediately and snickered “great, you made it back, thought you might die out there” he teased you. You rolled your eyes “cut the shit, Slime boy told me all about you” you accused “oh yeah? Told you what?” Karl backed up a bit “he told me that you had a little crush?” You leaned against the doorframe.

“Maybe I do, what about it?” Karl looked away and lowered his head a bit “well maybe I like you too. I don’t know, I still find you annoying and irritating!” You confessed “I wouldn’t like it any other way. Would you consider dating me?” Karl reached out and grabbed your hand gently “oh fuck-“ you cursed.

“If you’d of asked me any other day than my answer would be so clear! If you’d asked me yesterday than I’d say no but- maybe I like talking to you and arguing with you a little too much to just be your enemy.” You dropped your head and started to blush.

This was a very embarrassing situation for you and you didn’t know what to do “so you’re not sure if you like me or not?” Karl asked “correct. I mean- I’d stare at you from far away and blush but that doesn’t necessary mean that I like you, right?” You hesitated.

“Are you afraid that you might like me?” Karl walked closer towards you “maybe a bit. We’ve been enemies for so long, I’m afraid of what will happen between us if we stop” you answered “I’m sure we’ll still find things to fight about when we’re together” Karl smiled “well- than yes! I’ll go on one date with you” Karl squealed with joy.

“Yes! You’re making me the happiest man alive!” He hugged you “yeah, yeah, am I gonna get that red stone anytime soon?” You pestered him “sure thing! Can I pick you up later tonight?” Karl asked you “8’o clock and no time later than that” you replied before walking off with his red stone.

“Hey wait!- can I kiss you? Just this once?” Karl had started to annoy you with the way he was trying to explain why it’d be better to kiss him now instead of on your first date so you decided to shut him up. You grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips against his.

This relationship of yours was gonna be a real hassle but you knew you’d make it out alive (not sure about Karl tho)

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thatsthetriick · 3 years

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Jjba characters switching bodies with their s/o

Summary: Body swap with their s/o! Some freaky friday shit! :D, It’s basically a work of a stand! ;), yeah all my inspiration is from the movie ‘Your name’ I rlly love that movie sm made me cry huhu, if u haven’t watched it srsly watch it its gud Disclaimer: Body swapping, possible pervertness from characters lmao, all characters are aged up! gn! reader, and mentions of killing from Dio's headcanon Header photo: Namaikizakari

Part 3 Characters body swapping with their s/o + DIO

Joseph Joestar ❀ “AAAAAAAH!” Joseph would screen and look at the mirror to see that he was in your body? What’s happening! Was it a stand user that did this? Eitherway he even tries summoning your stand but instead he ends up getting his same stand, hermit purple? Weird. ❀ He’ll probably blush at the fact he’s temptedt o look at your body but he has no time for that! He rushed out of his hotel room and quickly find you to see if you got in his body and his deductions were correct, you were also freaking out since you were in his body and Avdol was trying to calm you down. ❀ Once he steps in Avdol immediately widens his eyes and questions if he was Joseph and he managed to confirm that he was joseph and Avdol conclucded that both of you swap bodies because of a possible stand user. ❀ You two have to deal with it the whole day and Polnareff always reassured you two that it’s going to be fine, not a big deal though he does laugh and tease at the both of you sometimes. ❀ Since you’re in Joseph’s body you wear pretty fashionable clothes because ur cool and hot. ( ;) i love u reader -author) While Joseph wears more of your plain clothes just a shirt and pants, but he still wears his hat. ❀ You two eventually got separated from the group and found the stand user and managed to attack ther user and returned back to your bodies. Jotaro Kujo ❀ He’ll be staring at the mirror and let out a “tch”, he already knows this is a work of a stand user, he just stares at the mirror for a long time and then walks out of his hotel room, calmly but still wearing your pjs. ❀ Once he enters to the room he was in his hands would be in his pockets, Kakyoin would be helping you think on how this happened but looks at Jotaro who was in your body and his eyes widened and kakyoin was right you two did switch bodies. ❀ When you where in a hunt from the stand user who did this to you and Jotaro you wore his turtle neck only and with no jacket and no hat, he decided to wear his hat with your body and he wore one of your leather jackets since it fits him compared to his original jacket. ❀ Girls would circle around you and you would flirt with them back because it’s funny to see Jotaro annoyed that you’re having way too much fun being him, “It’s not that bad being you” You would say and he would just scoff and tell you to not enjoy it too much. ❀ He was having a hard time being you as well since you look like an approachable person compared to him so a lot of people advertised products to you or if not foreigners asking for him and other things like that and honestly you would answer it for him. ❀ You two eventually got attacked from the back from the same stand user that switch both of you, and good thing that it doesnt switch your stands so you two managed to beat the stand user and Jotaro had to change back to his uniform. Kakyoin Noriaki ❀ Honestly he wouldn’t notice it for a bit and then when he does he quickly looks at the mirror and then starts processing it all and quickly rushes to his shared room with Jotaro. ❀ He wakes you up before you even freak out and you’d be freaking out back in your own room. You two start thinking what made you two switch your bodies and you both agreed and concluded that it was probably a stand user they met the night before, but who? They met so many people the night before. ❀ It was honestly fun that you two were trying to figure out the puzzles of this mystery, but after a few hours pass by you two went to the others to inform them a stand user switched both of your bodies, it was only 9 AM at this time so you all got breakfast and tried thinking of ways to find the stand user. ❀ You wore different clothes for Kakyoin, his uniform was too hot and you couldn’t handle the heat of the sun already so you wore more comfortable and thin clothing, just a long sleeves polo shirt but you folded the sleeves, he honestly didn’t have much different clothes, only his pajamas and his uniform then extra polos. ❀ He in the other hand actually dressed up pretty nice with your body, he had good taste in clothing. ❀ This whole experience got you two closer together honestly, before you two wouldn’t really talk that much so the fact that this whole freaky friday thing is the one that made you two close is kinda funny but it was alright since you two knew a lot of things from each other just by talking the whole time you two looked for the stand user who did this. ❀ When you two encountered the stand user everyone else in the group was behind so they help you two defeat the stand user and got swapped back to your bodies, and unlike Jotaro he wouldn’t really change out of the clothes you wore for him since he wanted to be polite and it actually suited him. Muhammad Avdol ❀ he sweats and gulps as he looks at the mirror, he started thinking about how this happened? ❀He came to your room to see you in his body and talking to Joseph that you were you, and he confimed that the both of you seemed like you two switched bodies. ❀ Joseph went to call the others and everyone had a meeting in Joseph and Avdol’s room and you all tried recalling what happened yesterday or yesterday night and who you all encountered and spoke to. ❀ Polnareff would be teasing that Avdol is a lucky guy and jokes about weird things and Avdol would just defend you and say that this is serious even though Avdol is a bit flustered that he switched with you. He just doesn’t experess it my guy. ❀ You and Avdol got separated a lot from the group but you two manage to talk a lot, and just like Kakyoing you two learn a lot of things about each other. He wore simple clothes of yours and you wore clothes that were also simple because it was hot again and you still can’t handle too much heat since you might faint or something. ❀ You two struggled but managed to defeat the stand user which made you two switch back to your original bodies, you two would probably prank the others that you’ll be stuck with each other’s bodies forever and pretend to act like each other just to get a reaction from the rest. ❀ You and Avdol had fun picking on everyone making them think you’ll be switched forever, Polnareff kept comforting you two thinking that it’s actually real but you two are so good at acting that Polnareff got fooled. Jean-Pierre Polnareff ❀ This guy is a pervert honestly and would just be flustered if u are are girl he’d probably just stare at your boobs. ❀ Yeah but he’s a pervert, but he still doesn’t peak unless he obviously needs to change his clothes in your body. ❀ You would always remind him to have no funny business and Joseph would also wack him to not do anything weird and he’ll just say “Ow! I haven’t done anything!” or some other comments. ❀ You honestly just wore his clothes because it’s good enough for the heat, but he in another hand wore a tank top for you and shorts or if not shorts with jeans and there was nothing wrong with it just seems like you were going to go swimming or something but you shrugged it off. ❀ He would continue the constant teasing and how he actually likes being swapped with you and that you two are fated to be since out fo all the members you two were the chosen ones and you’d chuckle at his comments like this. ❀ He would flirt with other people even when he’s in your body which makes you wack his head sometimes and remind him that he was still in your body just in case he was forgetting. But despite this he’s been kind and polite to you and made you laugh a lot during the time you two switched bodies, this is where you two got closer than ever. Sure you knew him before but you two never had an actual conversation, usually you two would exchange just a few comments from and that’s all you two ever did, including the flirt. ❀ Once he finds the stand user he quickly chases them until he corners them and you do the finishing touch. You and Polnareff change back and he jokes about being upset that he isn’t you anymore and how he enjoyed the experience. You two would still talk about it in the future since you two found it funny. DIO ❀ This man is a tsundere for you, a good one though. Despite that he’ll still charge to his room where you were in, and you were in his body. He yells at you for doing this and you yell back that your stand doesn’t even have this specific ability. ❀ He tries to command Vanilla Ice to look for the one responsible for doing this to the both of you, but since Vanilla Ice just saw you and he didn’t notice that it was Dio in your body, thus he didn’t follow him and just looked at you instead and asked what you wanted to do to Dio. ❀ You have fun being him because you are in high power but he still had the world stand so he technically still has power to control you and you would scoff at this and Tell Vanilla Ice the whole story that the two of you switched bodies and even revealed that you two switched stands and Vanilla Ice was frustrated to hear that one of Dio’s followers did this to the two of you so he immediately got to work. ❀ This meant you two were stuck to wait with each other, he also forced you to tell every follower of his to not step into the room yet since he didn’t want to look like that in front of everyone it makes him look weak and you would roll your eyes. ❀ This man was still cocky though and comments that even though he is in your body he still has the power of the world, and that he can quickly just destroy all the Joestars and their team by pretending to be you and acting like a innocent person. Though he also stated he wanted to defeat the Joestars with HIS body because he kinda wanted the credit of killing the Joestars even though for some reason he sent his followers to kill them for him but you didn’t think too much of it. ❀ You secretly would walk out of his room and ask his own followers for a lot of things, like to get luxurious food or prepare a nice bath and they would find this weird since Dio was technically a vampire and this was out of character of him but you were so good at being Dio that you found so many excuses to their questions. ❀ You would actually put on some clothes while Dio just wears the same thing you wear earlier. ❀ After bantering each other for a long time Vanilla Ice finally defeated the stand user and you two switched back and Dio complained how being you is pathetic and you seriously cant take his comments seriously so you just insult him back, ilke I said this man was a tsundere but he kinda he enjoys being your body he found it really hot, he just doesn’t want to admit it, and he really thought this was an advantage to kill the Joestars immediately but sadly he already told you to request Vanilla ice to find the one responsible of all of this so he couldn’t do much. ❀ You two continue your lives as a person who assist Dio because Dio forced you to, and with him bossing you around which makes you wanna kick his face but you still continue your duties

Thanks for reading hope you have a good day! -𝓣.

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neo-nomatrix · 3 years

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I am not a poet - Oikawa Tooru x reader

Warnings: unrequited love (in multiple ways), mentions of drinking, misogyny(?) not rlly through, Inspired by “Little Women (2019)” I pictured this to be set in the 1800s but it doesn’t need to be interpreted as that

You were never fond of people you had only just met. Yet here you are, absolutely infatuated with the boy next door. You don’t let your guard down because men are disappointing and they hurt you. Tooru loved you, sure, but he wasn’t in love with you. He was in love with your sister. You had known this from the start, when you peeked outside the window and saw them dancing together, when she brought him home, and when he vowed to only love her, that he could never love anyone the way he loved her.

Lucky for you it was clear Jo did not love Tooru. Just maybe that was what made you lucky.

Tooru can’t love you, not when you’re ready to do what you always knew you had to. Marry a rich man and stay at home. You had to stop painting and start sewing some day, right? Besides, Oliver, the man you are said to marry, is kind, your aunt says it only matters that he’s rich, but you’re glad he’s kind, he’s sweet and he understands that this is only an obligation.

Tooru had embarrassed you at a ball only the other night, told you he didn’t like how you looked and that you weren’t made to wear fancy clothes. To think, he has the nerve to sit there and hurt you then come into your space not even apologizing?

“I don’t want to see you,” you tell him, cleaning off the water from your brush.

“Oh you can’t be mad at me, I was drunk,” he tries to reason with you, something he doesn’t seem to be great at.

“Have you been drinking again?” you ask, walking around the room you call an art studio.

“Don’t be so hard on me, it’s only four p.m-“ he says only to be cut off by you.

“Well someone has to,” you simply say, walking back to your canvas.

“When do you start your next piece?” Tooru asks, trying to take the conversation elsewhere.

“I’m giving up! I’m a failure at what I do. Jo is in New York while I sit here in Paris foolishly thinking it would give me opportunities,” you answer, perhaps you were exaggerating.

“You have talent, your art is wonderful,” Tooru adds, wanting to persuade you into continuing your passion.

“Talent is not perfection. No amount of work will make it so,” You state, not wanting to deal with Tooru, “I am of middling talent, don’t try to deny that.” You finish.

“Middling talent you say?” He asks, running up to the small platform in front of you. He jumps onto the stool and props his feet onto the seat angled towards the other.

“Well, may I be your last portrait?” He asks, only getting a nod in response.

“What will you do now? Now that you’ve given up your foolish endeavors?”

“Polish up on my social skills and become a pretty trophy,” you say, disappointment evident.

“And that’s where Oliver comes in, hm?” He raises his eyebrows and folds his hands into his lap.

“Don’t make fun!” You scold, only to be met with a laugh from Tooru.

“I only said his name,” were the words accompanying his laughter.

“You’ll marry him if he gets down on one knee, am I correct?”

“Most likely yes, he is rich. Richer than you, even.”

“You don’t love him, you and I both know that. Hell, even he knows that!” Tooru shoots back.

“Well I believe we have some power over who we love, it isn’t something that just falls into your lap,” you state, folding a paint covered towel into fourths.

“Well, the poets would disagree.”

“I’m not a poet, I am a person. A person whose job is to marry rich. I can't make my own money, at least not enough to support myself, much less a family. Marriage for people like me is not love. It is a transaction, a transaction of which everything I work for will belong to my husband the moment we sign the papers. it may sound like a paradise for you, but trust me we are not the same. You get happiness in a marriage and I get nothing,” you rant to him, “You can’t tell me to not marry Oliver because of some sick jealousy, you were always too blind to see that I loved you. And now that I actually have my life sorted out you can’t tell me to drop it,” In all honesty you wanted to say more but the trots of horses catch your attention.

“That must be Oliver, will you unbutton my smock?” You ask, turning around.

You feel his hands lace around the silk and pull apart the fabric from the buttons to slip off your smock. A small thank you leaves your lips as you slip on a shawl and smooth out your hair.

“Do I look alright?” you quietly wonder.

“You look lovely, you are lovely.”

#neos drabbles #little women 2019 #oikawa toru x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa fluff #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu!! x reader #oikawa angst #oikawa fanfiction

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poiseuns · 2 years

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inspiration vs plagiarism

alr y’all i’m done. this shit has been irritating me ever since the beginning of 2021 when i published “Play” on ao3 and all the way until now. i’m literally so fucking tired of seeing this everywhere it’s becoming disappointing for me to continue writing MY ORIGINAL CONCEPTS and creating ORIGINAL GRAPHICS + THEMES. why the fuck do people just steal my shit without asking or giving proper credit. it’s been ongoing for the longest that atp i’m a victim of this plagiarism bullshit 😐 can’t go thru at least a month or so without finding out somebody stole my shit so here’s a rant before i go batshit crazy over this. (screenshots are included as well)

i have confidence in my writing abilities and i’m allowed to praise my works. i love my works so much. i treat them with care unless if i don’t thoroughly appreciate it. i love my graphics and whatever the hell i put on here for y’all to keep entertained. it’s a deep part of my imagination that springs to life so flawlessly. i love that i am able to execute emotions, visuals, dialogues, graphics, and concepts that i’ve created in my head. it’s what makes my works ORIGINAL. it’s what every amazing writer on here can do and they do it so sexy. can you believe that i’m even letting people read my works for FREE? anyways, the problem comes when someone tries to steal it. LMAO obviously im sure every writer is so fucking tired of that shit it’s literally the most frustrating thing 😐 like imagine that creativity and originality being stolen without credit. the audience of that person will automatically assume that it was THEIR original idea and praise them for the concepts that doesn’t even belong to them.

now, i’m not saying inspiration is a bad thing. i get inspiration all the time as a matter of fact!! the problem comes when i don’t get ENOUGH credit or credit AT ALL. holy fuck i have a ton of screeshots of people stealing my that go past the 10 photo limit on here. but besides that, there are a few decent and amazing people on here that ask nicely if they can write/create something based off my concepts. that’s when i give them permission as long as my name is there. i also think for stories that thorough credit/praise for the original author’s works should be included before using. like i wanna know why it inspired u. why u wrote the work based off my concepts. how much u appreciate my story. a concept of my writing that u also wanna convey. etc etc. it’s literally not that hard to be a decent person and ask than assume that these concepts are yours to write. bc no tf it isn’t lmao. and don’t ask me to humble myself when all you do is feed off my writing style.

anyways, here are the screenshots throughout the year of me constantly complaining to emma over discord the people who steal my shit 🤩🤩 and some other reports too

if this continues on i might as well just delete my works 😭 but i rlly dont wanna do that. i see so much potential in my stories that it doesn’t deserve to be hidden away. but sometimes i feel like gatekeeping my works from others due to trust issues. from now on i might be implementing a new plagiarism rule where if somebody on here or any writing platform feels some sort of inspiration from my works/graphics, YOU MUST ASK FOR MY PERMISSION. ITS THE LEAST YOU COULD DO. THANK YOU.

#♥︎.important #i might sound like a karen here #but it must be said #GIVE CREDIT WHEN ITS DUEEEEE #im straight up coming to u if i see you stealing my shit again #iykyk #a message for all my writers

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jaeminzie · 3 years

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lion boy | l.mh

↳ mark lee x fem!reader

synopsis: you would never ruin your slytherin image by exposing your crush on the gryffindor head boy. but for mark lee, you’d put it into consideration.

genre: fluff

word count: 2,074

a/n: a new series hehe, i’ve been procrastinating on this but i’m rlly proud with how it turned out ! mark lee best boy sigh ( also happy holidays :] )

part of ‘the dreamies in hogwarts’ series

“can you quit your act already?” your best friend pulled you through the hallways so powerfully causing both of your green robes to flap everywhere, gaining some raised eyebrows from the paintings surrounding your moving bodies. you continued to wince as her grip on your wrist became tighter and her strides became faster, you swear her heavy foot stomps could be heard throughout the castle.

you huffed in annoyance. your best friend has been side eyeing and sighing throughout the entirety of herbology whenever you spoke, but now she decides to speak to you. “what are you on about?” you let out a deep breath once she lets go off your wrist when you reached the restroom. thankfully, it was empty so no one can see you absolutely destroy your friend after she just destroyed your bones from dragging you too hard. “no need to drain all our energies, y/f/n, just talk to me.” you snapped but added a tad bit of sincerity, while dusting your robe.

she stood there, arms crossed and tapping her foot on the tile while watching you with grimace in her eyes. “infuriating, you are.”

“i’m quite aware, thank you very much.” you clicked your tongue and turned to the sink next to you to wash your sweaty hands, not sparing a glance at your friend stood in front of you.

the clicking sound on the tiles stopped and you could see her arms dropping by her sides in the corner of your eye. “you know i love you, right?” despite the wholesome meaning of her words, the way it sounded off her tongue seemed a different story.

breathlessly chucking at your friend, “you have an absurd way of showing it, but yes. i’m also aware of that.” you sighed, wiping your hands on your robe which made your friend cringe as she saw the water streaks appear on the ‘special’ robe.

“you’re the one to talk.” her arms made their way back up against her chest all crossed.

you furrowed your eyebrows so much that you could feel a headache coming. “okay now, what are you talking about?”

“always so oblivious, y/n.” she brought up her hand to tuck in a piece of your hair behind your ear, making you slap her hand away. “get out of my face before i hex you, mark lee.” she mimicked your voice and giggle using an obnoxiously high pitched tone. “you really need to work your on flirting skills.”

your face softened at the mention of his name, and began to heat up once your friend noticed the change in emotion in your eyes. you quickly replied before she could further taunt you, “saying that i want to hex someone means that i’m flirting with them? make it make sense.” you paused to roll your eyes. “and i don’t giggle.” you scoffed, trying your hardest to stop yourself from blushing.

“if you really do despise that boy like how you claim you do, you would’ve done it by now.” she poked your cheek with the tip of her wooden wand. “but you haven’t.” she smirked at you, waiting for the response she wanted but she was not going to get it out of you. at least, not that easily. after a good portion of silence, she dropped her smirk and waved her arms up in the air. “oh my god, just say you like him!”

“i am not saying i like a-“ you whisper, “-a gryffindor.” your friend rolled her eyes at your immaturity. “but is it really that obvious? do you think he’s noticed?”

and her smirk that you wanted to slap away made another appearance. “god no, lee has got to be the biggest dimwit of the school. i can’t believe he’s head-boy of gryffindor.”

you glared at her. “please, he’s not the biggest dimwit if you’re around.” you smiled at the satisfying reaction she gave. “it’s all out of love, babe.” you caressed her hair and reassured her since you were slightly fearing your life after the look she flashed you.

you began to walk out with your friend stomping behind you, clearing still frustrated as her plan didn’t go her way. though she wasn’t about to give up that easily, she needed both you and mark to stop rejecting your obvious feelings toward each other.

though, what both of you failed to hear were the giggles echoing in the bathroom. it seems like your best friend doesn’t have to work so hard for her plan to work.

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it was a tiresome day and you wanted nothing more than to go back to your common room and relax with your peers. the whole day you’ve gotten weird looks and quick glances from people who you didn’t know even existed. you weren’t phased by it. as a slytherin, it wasn’t uncommon to get odd looks from the new students since they don’t know any better and stereotype. though, it seemed like everyone was looking.

a free period is all you needed, and that is what you had at the moment. using the precious time wisely, you chose the middle courtyard to spend time by yourself in. you walked your way to the area humming your favorite tune since you can finally get a break, then making yourself comfortable on the grass. sighing contently, you took in the fresh air and admired the greenery surrounding you before pulling out your potions book to study before attending after your free period.

being so focused on the words on the book that you barely understood, you didn’t notice the sudden shade casted upon you before hearing someone clear their throat from above you. you turned your head up to that someone — mark lee.

“uh hi,” he croaked. “free period?”

you laughed at the boy, making sure it sounded more like a scoff rather than a giggle. “yes.” you went back to reading the book laid on your lap, ignoring the boy dressed in red. you could honestly barf at how dashing he manages to look in that horrid color.

you could slightly see him fidgeting with his fingers as he tried to say some words, making your heart flutter. “oh same.” you made sure your hair covers majority of your face before smiling at his dry response. he was trying so hard but to him, it wasn’t enough. to you, it was enough to make you feel nauseous over how adorable he was being. god, your best friend would pay to see this moment. you rolled your eyes when you realized that you’d have to share what’s currently happening to your friend later. then she’d finally brag over how she was right all along, never ceasing a moment to use the fact that you’re head over heels over a lion boy against you. but there was nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to mark lee.

“what do you need?” you continued to flip the pages of the damaged book because you couldn’t show your tomato face just yet.

“okay uh-“ he cleared his throat. “i just wanted to inform you that there are rumors going around.”

“about?” you sounded completely uninterested in the topic which surprised mark. you became disappointed since you had hoped that he came to talk to you because he wanted to, not because he felt obligated to. you guess that’s what happens when you aren’t the sweetest to the boy you’ve liked for years.

“apparently, moaning myrtle heard your conversation with y/f/n earlier today and she’s been telling every girl who enters the loo.” he spoke cautiously, trying not to press the wrong buttons of yours.

you felt your heart race. though, you weren’t sure if it was out of nervousness or excitement. maybe both? yes both. you could feel the beating of your heart throughout your whole body and you hoped that mark couldn’t hear how embarrassingly loud it was. you stayed silent until you managed to piece yourself together enough to look at him. “and you’re telling me this because....?”

his voice cracked. “i don’t know. maybe because...” and he cleared his throat once again. “i like you too.” he shoved his hands in his pockets and made direct eye contact with you. you mentally applaud him for the courage, perfectly exhibiting his house’s prominent trait. but the long silence and you not attempting to create a response made his eyes look at everything besides you who calmly sat legs crossed on the grass. he failed to see the adoration that you have for him in your eyes as he was too busy worrying that he had made you ‘despise’ him even more.

mark, undeniably the most popular student in hogwarts, was the one standing above you and looking down at you, but it was obvious that you are the one whose got him wrapped around your finger.

you smirked slightly once you realized that you can have some fun in this. “you think that i’d have even the slightest interest on the muggle born, lion boy that you are?” you teased, quirking your eyebrows.

the overly nervous boy obviously didn’t catch the joking tone laced in your voice but being the gryffindor head-boy he is, mark puffed up his chest and spoke with full confidence. “yeah i do think that.” after getting no response from you, his chest fell down and his back began to hunch. replying with a soft tone that almost made your lip quiver, “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have even believed in the rumors in the first place. i’ll tell everyone to st-“

the guilt became bigger and bigger the more he talked, and you just couldn’t take the image of him standing there not knowing what to do with his hands anymore. “well you’re right.”

mark’s eyes were popping out of his head with his mouth wide open. “seriously?”

“i mean, wasn’t i obvious?” you stood up and wiped your robe during the process.

he raised his eyebrow and refrained himself form laughing. “you truly have a special way of showing it then.” despite the lighthearted tone in his voice, he still couldn’t look at you.

“so i’ve been told.” you giggled, slightly covering your mouth with your fingers. giggled. mark thought. he immediately looked at you at the sound of your giggling since he’s never made you do that before, and it made his pride swell seeing your eyes crinkle and face glow red by his words.

mark was so entranced by your appearance, he’s never seen you like this before and he could definitely get used to it. so entranced that his body began moving for him, leaning closer and closer with his hands reaching for your waist.

before he was close enough to get a taste of your chapstick, you separated your lips with your index finger. you tutted, “not yet.”

“yet?”

you hummed at his question. “if you work hard enough.” you bend down to gather your books from the ground and mark followed your actions, handing your books.

“of course i will, you know me.” he teased while standing back up with you and flashed a side smile that caused the release of the butterflies caged in the pit of your stomach.

the bell rang, indicating the end of class which meant that everyone should be coming out now. you looked at mark once more, “fortunately.”

his smile grew but disappointment took over his face when he saw you barely stepping back from him.

before turning your back, you poked his chest with your pointer finger — getting surprised at how muscular he felt. wanting to have more fun, you leaned close to his ear and whispered, “i’m counting on you.”

the feeling of your lips brushing against his ear made mark’s face heat up and focus unclear. he only managed to see you strut into the hallways, leaving him flustered and shaking his head at your antics that he found so endearing.

mark continued to watch your figure become smaller and smaller the further you walked away, only getting pulled out of the trance once his friends called out his name. he looked back at you and was met with a genuine smile that you gave him, which made him stumble as he was trying to make his way to his fellow gryffindors. you’re going to make me lose my mind. mark thought. and you made sure to prove him right.

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