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dearharriet · 4 months

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American Honey; Steve Harrington ⛱️

summary: it’s summer, and you’re in love with your boyfriend, steve.

word count: 2K

warnings: implied fem!r, drinking, lots of pet names (honey, baby, pretty, beautiful), lord of the rings references (+ fellowship spoilers!!), tickling, suggestive language

authors note: rly missing summer after writing this one 😭 also I made a mental yarn map between st and lotr while writing this that i can’t unmake I fear

Steve Harrington is an American Treasure.

Fresh out of the pool, he strides toward you, a limber hand reaching out for the beer he entrusted you with. It made you feel special, and Steve certainly entertained the notion. He’s always calling you sweet things—baby, pretty, beautiful, or your favorite—

“Honey.” His shining body is enveloped in shade as he steps under the umbrella you’re using.

He’s an American treasure. Patriotic the way that Colonel Sanders or Bruce Springsteen are. Spangled with freckles and moles like stars, stripes of hot skin on display. Red-shouldered from the sun, blue-lipped from a rocket ice pop, but his teeth remain pearly white.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his warm fingers dampening yours as you hand the can off to him.

“‘Course,” you reply, breathless.

“You sure you won’t swim with me?”

You liked that. He never pretended he had the interest of the whole group in mind. Steve wanted you all for himself, and he wasn’t shy about it.

Smiling up at him, you shake your head.

“I don’t wanna get burnt,” you say. “And anyways, who’s gonna look after your drink if I get in?”

Steve steps closer to pet your hair. It’s a little awkward with his hands still being wet, but you accept it nonetheless.

“Lucky for you, I don’t really care about the drink. I only asked you to hold it ‘cause you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

A smile creeps onto your face, which has turned red—sunblock be damned.

That’s another thing you like about Steve. He’s not really coaxing you into the pool. He knows you burn easy, and further, he’s trying his hardest not to touch your face. He’d watched you meticulously rub sunscreen over it just thirty minutes ago, and he’s sweet enough to remember now.

Worst of all, he knows your anxiety about burning stretches beyond just you, so he ordered the kids to sunscreen up just to put you at ease. It has you thinking undeniably fond, hungry, and binding things about him.

Steve is none the wiser, setting his beer down and rubbing a pruny palm down his chest.

“Could you get my shoulders again, babe? Think the chlorine washed it all off.”

You both know damn well it didn’t, but neither complains as Steve perches himself on the edge of your lounger and you rub sunblock into his broad shoulders.

It’s hard not to love everything about him. Not that you’re trying to stop, but you haven’t admitted to it yet, so maybe you are. Everything is terribly simple and domestic with Steve, easily imaginable as a forever kind of thing, and you’re desperately trying not to jump the gun.

What’s stuck with you time and again—like now—is your contentment in committing unselfish acts, as long as Steve is happy. Everything you do for him is sublimely fulfilling, and you can’t help but imagine that he thinks the same about you. Why else would he happily swim alone and bake away in layers of sunblock, if not because you’re happy first?

Feeling intimidated by all of the commotion around, you amalgamate all of these big feelings into a subdued kiss on Steve’s sticky shoulder. Your lips come away tangy with sunblock, but it’s worth it.

Taking it as a sign that you’re done, Steve turns around and gives you exactly what you want, leaning over your bare legs to kiss your waiting mouth. You think it’s a thank-you kiss, but then he’s leaning in for another, and another, his hand holding steady to your ankle.

When he pulls away he’s like a concentrated UV beam. His shoulder is hot where you draw shapes into it.

“Y’still having fun? We could go inside.”

Your legs press together.

“I know why you want to go inside,” you tease, poking his cheek, “and it’s going to have to wait.”

“Who says,” he challenges, pouting, “s’my house.”

Your eyes leave his face to watch the action in the pool. The kids are reenacting a Tolkien-related battle very loudly and dramatically, with Eddie as Aragorn.

“Everyone is here,” you remind him, nodding at the pool just as Will flays an imaginary Orc. Steve doesn’t even glance behind himself.

“So?” He mumbles, kissing your bottom lip. “I’ll tell them to leave.”

He’s so hard to resist like this, all gushy and lovesick. You push your fingers into the hair at his neck to pull him away and he hums happily.

“You’re terrible,” you chide, but you’re smiling, anyhow.

“Is it a crime to love your girlfriend?” A shock zips through you, but Steve doesn’t seem to notice what he's admitted.

“Steve!” Lucas—who is using his recent growth spurt to play Legolas—calls over, saving you from responding.

“Stop sucking face and get over here! It’s time for you to die.”

“Uh-oh,” you laugh, patting Steve on the back. “Sounds serious.”

“How come they always make me play Boring-mir,” he complains, turning back to you. He doesn’t seem very motivated to get up at all, practically lazing beside your legs despite the gang of nerds waiting on him.

“He’s not so bad, from what I’ve read,” you argue, glancing at the closed book by your side. “Though I think they should let you take a crack at Aragorn.”

Grinning, Steve stretches up to kiss you.

“Honey, I think you’re the only one who believes in me,” he whispers sarcastically, and then presses in again.

“Steve!”The kids all throw their hands up. Eddie continues to swing a pool noodle like a sword.

“Coming!” Steve gives you the kiss they interrupted, though it's missing the sensuality it began with. “Jesus, you guys, you see what I’m leaving behind?” Steve gestures to you, and you swat at his arm.

“Steve, stop.”

“No! It’s an impossible task,” he declares, arms out, loud enough so the kids can still hear him. Then, quieter, “you’re too damn gorgeous, gorgeous.”

“Resist temptation, brother,” Eddie calls. “The power of the ring cannot be wielded!”

Steve waves him off as he gives you one final, lingering kiss. Then he's up, trekking back into the sun.

“Don’t think you’ll kill me so easily this time, brats. I’m fighting for Mordor!”

“You’re fighting for Gondor, thick head,” Dustin snips, but screeches when Steve tackles him.

Smiling from your shady oasis, you leave your book forgotten at your side. Steve puts on a good show, taking imaginary hits for Merry-Erica and Pip-Dustin, cutting off forgotten lines with groans and tears.

You shake your head ruefully as the kids cheer and applaud his passing, not sure they understand the sacrifice made. Steve just smiles and bows, and you think maybe he doesn’t, either.

When he finally slumps down next to you again—dripping and warm and happy to be discharged—you curl into him and throw your legs between his.

“Tired?” You lean your head against the springy elastic slats and look at him softly. He nods and pulls you closer, his free hand and his thigh working together to open a new can of beer. He takes a swig and hands it to you.

“I don’t know how they can keep going. I feel like I need an IV.”

You laugh around the rim of the can.

“Maybe I can get you a glass of water, then, and keep this to myself.” You swirl the heavy can in front of him. Steve shakes his head.

“You wouldn’t dare. Beer is, like, basically water, I’m pretty sure.” You raise a skeptical brow, but hand it back to him. “It is! It’s sterile, baby.”

“I love it when you talk sexy.”

Steve throws his head back laughing, nearly dumping the can into both of your laps. You never take your eyes off of him, chest light with the high of encouraging a sound so sweet.

“Where did you even hear that?” You trace his collarbone as you ask, and then his adams apple. Steve’s eyes are still squeezed shut as he attempts to talk through his giggling.

“E—hedd—d-iehee.”

Surely it wasn’t that funny, you think, watching him go red in the face. He’s working himself up more than anything, now. You don’t care. You add fuel to the fire, pinching under his ribs to watch him squirm and howl.

Steve practically throws the can onto the ground, writhing away from your menacing fingers.

“Baby—stop!” You’re laughing with him now, infected by his hiccuping voice. “Honey—honey, please——time-out, time-out!”

You stop, and he snags your hand to hold it away from him. Panting, Steve twists around to pin you on the chair, his free hand creeping towards your bare side.

“Payback…,” he whispers threateningly.

“No…Steve—“It’s too late, Steve’s hands are already working into your sides cruelly, and his mouth is blowing raspberries into your neck. You kick your feet wildly, pushing at his shoulder with your connected hands.

At your shrieking, everyone looks over, faces forming into a hash of reactions. Surprisingly—or unsurprisingly—no one intervenes. The boys boo at you, but it’s only as long-lived as the tickling itself.

“Sto-ho-ho-hoppp—“ you plead, and Steve yields, a satisfied smile on his face.

When you finally relax back into the chair again, chest rising and falling rapidly, Steve takes your hand into his and holds it over his torso.

“Hate you,” he puffs out, and then picks up the beer that started it all.

“Hmph,” you complain, and hold your hand out until he passes it over.

“I love you.”

You’re aiming for casual, but you miss the mark obscenely. It sticks in your throat and you end up saying every letter.

Steve is eerily silent, watching as you take a nervous gulp of PBR. When you try to pass it back, his receiving hand floats up to your face to wipe over your bottom lip instead.

“What was that?” It’s not a question so much as an encouragement, a request. You can’t even look him in the eyes, curling into his shoulder shamefully.

“Please don’t laugh,” you whine, mortified. How had he made it look so easy?

Steve snakes an arm behind you and rubs your back comfortingly.

“‘M’not, honey. Just wanna make sure I heard you right.”

“You heard me,” you confirm grumpily.

He hums a warm laugh.

Smushing your face into his bicep, you laugh, too. Like magic, the ease flows through your body again, as if it never left. Like the water in the pool, your conversations always slip and slide from childish to heart-pounding and back again. So far, the scariest parts of being with Steve have been the anxieties you invented along the way, and he’s never been unprepared for them.

Propping your chin on his peck, you cuddle closer to him, the warm day slipping into evening chill. Steve waits, patient as a Saint, fiddling with your hair and your top and your mind.

“You knew, didn’t you,” you whisper, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. The near-empty can is still wedged between your bodies, cool against your ribs.

“Sure,” Steve admits. “But thinking it and saying it are different things.”

“True.” You swallow. “Were you waiting on me?”

“Mm, I guess.” He shrugs. “I know it doesn’t change anything if you don’t, but I think I wanted to hear you say it back. Yknow, when I told you.”

Nodding, you kiss the closest patch of skin you can find. Steve continues.

“And then I realized I’d never know if you’d say it back, so I thought I’d wait for you to say it first, which is dumb—“

“S’not dumb,” you assure him, “that’s what I was doing, too.”

Locking eyes, you both peel into laughter at the same time.

“That’s why it’s dumb,” Steve emphasizes. You crawl closer still, giving him the can to put down so you can close the last gap between your bodies. Steve sighs as your nose presses into his neck. “What am I gonna do with you, honey?”

“Terrible, awful, horrible things, I hope.”

You can feel him smiling, sense it.

“Nuh-uh, we’re in love now. Only love-making from here on out.”

You look out towards the pool, at the kids drying off and getting hungry.

You could hardly wait.

thank you for reading! 🦢

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#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff

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lani-heart · 3 months

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|| series masterlist || next // previously ||

genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> kang yeosang x reader warning(s) -> mentions of abuse, words -> 1.2K

abstract -> "...I need to get used to it. feeling loved.."

y/n's perspective

“I can do–” “Yeosang” I said again and he smiled awkwardly. “Right, sorry” he said.

His training was so hard to overwrite. Everything anyone does for him. He tried to repay. It was hard to find a way to break this cycle of expectations for him.

He tries to find a way to pay me back and it saddens me… he asks what he can do with his sparkling eyes and a soft smile.

“It’s hard… I feel like San and Wooyoung do a lot and I just sit around and look at your routines. It's… hard” he said and I nodded and ruffled his hair causing him to chuckle.

“Don’t feel bad, besides they decided to do that on their own. Wooyoung cooks because he likes it, and San helps me write because he likes my room. They're not doing it for an incentive… have you thought about doing sessions yet?” I asked. It was a suggestion Kun made last week. It's been a month with him around… and he said sessions would help him realize what he was used to wasn’t what I expected of him.

“I don't know yet… believe it or not I don’t like being around people'' he said and I nodded. Wooyoung was still the one accompanying me outside the apartment despite his excitement. San wants me to have one of them around for safety… but Wooyoung gets distracted easily.

“You don’t have to. I just want you to be comfortable here” I said with a smile and he nodded. “Y/nnie!!!” I heard Wooyoung run towards me and hug me.

“I need groceries,” he said calmly, making me laugh. “Let me get dressed, then,” I said and he nodded. “Can I go with you?” Yeosang asos, surprising me. “If you're okay with that,” I said and he nodded. “I'll stay here with San then,” Wooyoung said as he started writing what he needed.

I went over to the window to see how it was outside. It was gloomy and rainy…

“You should wear something warm” I heard as I saw yeosang was still with me. “Yeah, I know… besides the grocery store is also cold, '' I said and he chuckled. “Do… you want help?” he asked and I smiled.

“If you’d like to go ahead~”

I knew Yeosang knew fashion. He was a social media influencer… or the closest a hybrid could get to famous. He laid out a warm and comfortable outfit for me.

“Maybe I should make you my stylist~” I teased as we were now in the elevator down to the grocery store. I noticed his ears twitching and his tail wagging slightly. “I would love to,” he said genuinely. It shocked me… I didn't question it, however…

As we made it outside he grabbed the umbrella to hold it over our heads. “Wooyoung gave you a big list,” he said and I chuckled. “Well we are the size of a family, and besides San and him eat a lot,” I said and he chuckled but I noticed his flushed look. “Family, huh?” he asked and I smiled.

“Don’t you think?” I asked and he chuckled and gave me a wide smile. “I like to think so,” he said and I was happy he saw us that way. He got along well with San and Wooyoung. The two love to tease him.

I noticed he was slightly getting wet making me grab his hand to put it in the middle. “You're gonna get wet” he whined. “But you're already getting wet, '' I said and he got closer.

Yeosang… he was such a well-behaved hybrid. I sometimes wished he’d have a little fun and think selfishly.

“Do you see how many bags there are?! Wooyoung, you should be more considerate” Yeosang scolded Wooyoung. We carried a lot of bags back to the apartment.

“Ah… sorry” he apologized and I smiled. “It's fine, you’ll make us something tasty right?” I asked and he nodded as he started putting things away.

“Give him a break, he didn’t do it on purpose,” I said when I saw Yeosang still sulking and he nodded. “He shouldn't be making you do too much,” he argued and I smiled. “I helped him with groceries… I did it because I wanted to, " I said and he chuckled.

“I get it… you do these things without asking to be repaid” he said and I nodded. “Besides… I like doing my part around here. I know you want to help… but Wooyoung is the cook. He’s already kicked you out of the kitchen and San does his best to clean around here even if he hates it. I want to help… I do the same thing but Yeosang... You sometimes have to let people do kind things for you” I said and I noticed his eyes turn glassy.

“I'm fine, don’t worry… it's– I need to get used to it. Feeling loved I mean” he said and I smiled while hugging him. “You’re a part of our family now. Don’t push yourself too much, okay? We accept you just the way you are. We’re not asking for anything in return” I said and he nodded.

“I sometimes feel that I suffered everything that I went through to meet you,” he said, shocking me and he chuckled.

“I’ll forever be grateful for you, and I owe you a lot even if you say I don’t, '' he said and he grabbed my cheeks to kiss my forehead.

“I’ll do the sessions. It’ll help me right?” he asked and I smiled. “You don't have to–” “I want to. I want to accept everything you give me. I want to do it to get over my old life” he said and I nod.

“Anything you ask of me, I'll do my best to fulfill it” I said and he chuckled.

“You really are an angel”

Yeosang started sessions. Kun would give me reports every week on his progress and his mental status. He… wasn’t a happy hybrid. Not when she was his owner… He’s just as damaged as San, and just as scared of the future like Wooyoung. I tried my best for him… it's all I could do.

He also thinks he hasn’t found a place in our little life.

He’s definitely what San and Wooyoung needed. An older brother to play with… He also took the stylist thing I said seriously. He started planning my outfits… whether i'm going out, hanging out with the girls, or just staying at home. I would wake up to an outfit at the edge of my bed.

It was… cute.

Yeosang was now a crucial part of my routine… just like San and Wooyoung.

Waking up to the three hybrids saying good morning in their own ways was reassuring. San would grumble good morning since he only wakes up early because Wooyoung threatened him with no breakfast if he woke up late.

Wooyoung said good morning and gave me a hearty breakfast, while Yeosang would knock on my door to fix my hair and call me that nickname. Angel… I don’t understand why he sees me that way but I accepted it, like how I accepted him.

I wouldn’t trade any of this for anything

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pastelspoon31 · 4 months

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Chapter 3: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader) - NSFW

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), manipulation, non-con, unconventional method of sunscreen application, gullible reader :(, a little bit of pseudo-incest, pretty much dead dove, this is very ICKY BEWARE HEHEHE

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A/N: BEACH EPISODE TIME! Reader be so damn eepy even at the beach 😔... Also what the fuck is a massage wand?

"You sure my bikini isn't too revealing, König?" You asked him as the two of you walked onto the beach behind the condominium you both lived in, König carrying a large beach bag on his arm.

"Of course not, liebling." He replied.

"Well.. you think anyone will be looking at me?" You asked, sounding nervous.

König gave you a look.

"Are you suggesting that men shouldn't be looking at you?" He asked, sounding annoyed, and you quickly shook your head.

"N-no! Of course not.." You trailed off.

"Mein liebling, you are a beautiful young woman." König explained. "You should feel proud to show off that body."

"O-oh.." You blushed and looked away.

"Besides, what kind of man wouldn't want a woman like you?"

You looked back at him and gave a soft smile.

"You're too sweet to me, König.." You giggled shyly and walked with him.

"Someone has to remind you how wonderful you are, liebling." He chuckled as the two of you found a nice shady spot behind a huge rock, under a coconut tree on the beach. König took it upon himself to spread out the towels and setting up the umbrella where the shade doesn't cover the both of you.

König pulled a bottle of sunscreen from the bag. "Lay down, liebling. You need sunscreen."

You blushed lightly and did as he said, laying on your stomach and waiting for him.

After making sure that no one was looking; König who is hard as a rock since he first saw you in that tiny bikini, didn't even hesitate to pull out his cock discreetly and rubbed some sunscreen into his hand before rubbing it on his cock, making sure it was slick and covered.

Then slowly, he used his cock to massage the lotion onto your back, his cock slipping between the straps of your bikini top and rubbing against your skin.

"Mm, you're so soft.." König hummed.

"Thanks, König. Is that a massage wand or something?" You asked him, making him chuckle.

"Something like that, hase."

"I've never had a massage wand, but it feels good." You smiled.

"That's good, liebling." He replied, and you let out a relaxed sigh.

"Mm.. Thank you.." You mumbled, and König could see that you were about to fall asleep.

"Get some rest, hase." He assured, and you were out cold, König taking this opportunity to pull the strings on your bikini top, untying them and pulling it off of your back.

"So beautiful, hase.." He moaned quietly, rubbing his cockhead on the skin of your back, leaving a trail of precum wherever he went.

You moaned softly in your sleep, and he knew he had to make sure not to get too loud, or he'd wake you.

König's hips moved, thrusting against your back, the sunscreen making his cock slip and slide over your skin, the precum and sunscreen mixing together to create an absolutely obscene sound.

König couldn't hold himself back, not when your back was so soft, and warm, and wet.

His balls lightly smacked against your back, making a soft slapping sound that made him groan, and he couldn't help but massaged your ass and squeeze the soft flesh as he came, painting your back with his seed.

He was panting heavily, his heart pounding as he came down from his high.

"Fuck.. Fuck.." He moaned softly, his hands continuing to massage your ass, and you hummed in your sleep- Presumably pleased by his skillful massage.

Once he was able to collect himself, König put his cock back in his trunks and redid the ties on your top, so it was back in its original state.

He leaned down and placed a kiss to your cheek.

"Wake up, liebling. Need you to flip over for me to do your front part~"

You groaned and slowly stirred awake, rolling over and squinting your eyes at the sunlight that now hits you directly in the face as you sat up.

"What'd you say, König? Sun too bright.." You clearly weren't aware of what just happened as you readjusted your position to avoid the blinding rays.

"Just that I'm going to need to rub the lotion on your front, liebling." He smirked.

"Mmm, alright.." You yawned and laid back down, and König pulled the ties on the sides of your bottoms but leaving the cloth loosely hanging on your body.

"I need to make sure to get all the nooks and crannies.." He whispered to you.

You nodded, eyes still closed, and he squeezed a large dollop of sunscreen onto his palm and started rubbing it onto your body.

Seeing that you were partially awake this time, he decided to be more careful and not touch you as much as he wanted to, but he still took the time to massage just under your tits, and between your thighs, giving your pussy a few rubs while making sure not to touch your clit or entrance, or go too deep.

"Mm.. König.." You groaned lightly, and he knew that it must be starting to feel good as you shifted slightly.

"Shh, mein liebling, just getting you ready for the sun. Can't have my precious hase getting sunburned." He spoke lowly, and you just groaned sleepily and lightly arched your back.

"I'm going to apply some onto your breasts, ya? Just to be safe," His fingers slipped under your bikini top and lightly pinched your nipples.

You gasped and your eyes opened wide. "K-König!" You hissed and trying to push his hands away.

"What are you doing?" You looked at him, confused, and he just gave you an innocent look.

"Your skin is so dry, hase. Do you want to get all flaky?" He asked.

"N-no, but-" You gasped when his hand cupped your tit, massaging the lotion onto the soft flesh, and you squirmed, not sure how to handle this.

"You know, we're both adults, hase.." He whispered, and your cheeks were bright red.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," He cooed softly.

Your face was flushed as you tried to calm yourself down, letting him massage your breasts and even your tummy.

"...You're right. It's just sunscreen" You finally said.

"Exactly. There's nothing wrong with enjoying a nice massage, liebling." He smiled.

"Right.." You mumbled, and he chuckled and continued to rub the sunscreen into your body, his touch becoming more sensual and intimate.

"That's my good hase.." He cooed.

"You're going a little bit.. far, don't you think?"

"Oh, I'm just making sure the sunscreen is rubbed in good and deep, so it won't just come right off in the water. You know?" He replied, and you gulped and nodded.

"Now, if you could lift your legs for me, please, and spread them, liebling."

You whimpered and did as he said, lifting your legs and spreading them open, your bikini bottoms still barely hanging onto your hips.

"What are you- Nngh~!"

Your question was answered as König began rubbing sunscreen onto the inside of your thighs, his fingers massaging the flesh as he inched closer to your pussy, his hands squeezing and kneading the soft skin, his thumbs coming close to your clothed slit.

"Hold on, let me get more sunscreen." He pulled away and got the bottle, squeezing the bottle a bit too hard. The bottle of course, almost exploded- Making the sunscreen bottle squirt out fat dollops right onto your barely clothed pussy.

"Oh no!" He feigned shock, "It looks like I got some of the sunscreen on your bikini, liebling."

"..So I can just wash it off." You looked at him.

"No no, that's a waste! Let me rub it in.."

"W-what?"

"Just stay still."

"B-but König-"

"Stay. Still." He commanded.

You gulped and nodded, staying still, and König's hands immediately went to your bikini bottoms, pushing them aside and rubbing the sunscreen directly on your cunt, massaging it in gently, but firmly.

"W-wait!-"

"Hush. This will only take a second, liebling."

He was being so casual and nonchalant, it was driving you insane.

You bit your lip and gripped the towels, your hands balling up the cloth in your fists as you held back moans.

König's hands were rubbing all over your pussy, his fingers brushing against your slit and clit, making you shiver and moan softly, and he chuckled.

"It's not good to waste, hase.." He murmured, and he pulled your bikini bottoms a little bit higher, making the cloth dig into your pussy, rubbing against your clit and causing you to squirm.

"Please.."

"Don't worry, liebling, i'll be done soon." He cooed, his fingers dipping into your slit, the cloth dragging across your clit, and you let out a gasp.

"That's it, hase, relax.." He whispered, and you groaned as his fingers pushed the cloth further into your cunt, rubbing the rough material on your sensitive flesh, making you whine and whimper.

"P-please.."

"Just a little bit more." He hummed, his fingers sliding the fabric back and forth over your cunt, and you shuddered and let out a soft moan, your legs trembling slightly.

"So pretty, liebling.." He cooed.

"Almost done."

König continued to rub the sunscreen into your cunt, and he finally pulled the bikini bottoms back over your slit and tied the strings.

"There we are."

"T-thank you, König." You mumbled, still flustered.

"Of course, sweetheart." He leaned down and kissed your forehead. "You know I always take care of you."

"Yeah, yeah.." You huffed and looked away, and König just chuckled.

"Come, let's go swim, hase."

"Alright.." You stood up and stretched, then took his hand, walking with him into the water.

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 4 months

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Some Navia forcing someone she cares for to bed mayhaps?

(Genshin Impact) Navia, Furina and Lynette making their S/O rest

I feel like the last thing you want to do is test the patience of the woman who owns an umbrella-shotgun. Also bonus Furina and Lynette bc I want to write them!

Navia admires and respects anyone who goes above and beyond what they're expected to do for work.

But when it starts affecting their health? That's where she draws a line.

Working hard is one thing, but working yourself to death is a no go!

And when she learns that her S/O is forgoing their sleep in order to get some of their paperwork done-

Navia almost burst their door down, though it was not intentional.

(Navia) "S/O! I need you downstairs in the kitchen!"

(S/O) "Huh? What's wrong?"

(Navia) "I baked too many sweets and need someone to help me get eat them!"

(S/O) "You can go ahead and bring it up to me, I need to finish this work-"

Navia grabs both their hands and gives them the best sympathetic look her beautiful blue eyes could muster. (which was very easy to do)

(Navia) "Please, S/O?"

S/O is unable to say no, sighing and getting up from the chair.

Without missing a beat, Navia immediately sweeps them off their feet and smiles.

(Navia) "Now, you are going to take a break, and you will like it, S/O!"

(S/O) "N-Navia! I can walk you know-"

(Navia) "True, but I think you can indulge me by allowing yourself to be carried!"

Navia's hold on them tightened just a little as she playfully kissed them on the nose, making them laugh.

(S/O) "Alright, alright. Just put me down before you drop me down the stairs."

(Navia) "But I would never!"

(S/O) "If your hat or skirt flew up, you would.-"

Navia pouted and turned her head away, acting offended.

Though, there was a bit of truth in that statement.

(Furina) "Oh, S/O!~ I'm respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting my authority as your lover by coming in anyway!"

Furina dramatically swings the door wide open, scaring the absolute daylights out of her S/O.

The pen in their hand almost flew off as she walked up to them.

(S/O) "HOLY-Ugh, Furina, don't scare me like that!"

(Furina) "Your presence is required, dear S/O! Do tear thine eyes off your papers for a moment!"

S/O raised an eyebrow at her theatrics. She normally wasn't this dramatic unless she was up to something.

...Well, more dramatic than normal anyway.

(S/O) "What is it? This is important."

Furina gasped dramatically.

(Furina) "Is your signature more important than my needs?"

(S/O) "That depends, you still haven't told me-"

(Furina) "You are required to take me out to dinner tonight!"

(S/O) "..."

S/O slowly turned back to their desk before she pouted adorably and wrapped her arms around their side.

(Furina) "Please, S/O! I am starving, and have gone this entire day without a single morsel!"

(S/O) "Then what was that entire bag of macarons?-"

(Furina) "Those do not count!"

Her stomach suddenly growled, catching the both of them off guard. S/O immediately turned to Furina.

(S/O) "Wait, you were serious?"

(Furina) "When am I not?"

Not bothering to answer that, S/O instead chuckled and put down their pen.

(S/O) "Alright, let's go out to eat tonight."

(Furina) "Fantastic! Upon our return, I have many more tasks for you to do, so forget about your work for tonight!"

(S/O) "Huh? But..." sigh "Alright, you win."

Honestly, Furina debated whether or not to tell S/O directly to take a break.

But this option was a lot more fun.

Besides being a magic assistant to Lyney, her other tasks required quite the concentration.

So on her days off, she made it a non-negotiable rule to allow herself to rest.

She did not like having to exert more energy than what was required for the given task.

And when Lynette saw S/O expending a bit more than necessary for their job, she at first didn't say anything.

Until Lynette saw that their efforts were causing them to be exhausted.

Direct intervention is necessary.

(Lynette) "S/O, come here a second."

S/O's head perked up at her request and quickly put down their work.

(S/O) "What's up, Lynette?"

Lynette motioned for them to sit next to her, which they did so without much hesitation.

Lynette then offered them a cup of tea, pouring S/O a small amount as she did the same for herself.

(Lynette) "You've been at that for a while. I think it's time you relaxed."

(S/O) "A-Ah, I suppose it has been a couple of hours."

(Lynette) "Six hours-."

(S/O) "Six hours?!"

S/O almost dropped their mug before stabilizing themselves.

Lynette's ears drooped as her tail stopped swishing idly, looking sad all of a sudden.

(Lynette) "You...haven't been paying attention to me lately."

S/O looked panicked and was about to begin apologizing before her tail gently brushed against their face, catching them off guard.

Lynette's face suddenly shifted again, though this time her lips subtly formed a smirk as her ears went back to normal.

(Lynette) "Just kidding. I just wanted to see your reaction."

S/O pouted at their teasing, which almost got her to giggle. Instead, she simply sat closer to them, enjoying her tea and thankfully not burning her sensitive tongue.

(Lynette) "But I do want you to relax. Can't get work done if you pass out."

(S/O) "Hah, fair enough."

The two enjoyed their silence together, the sound of silence occasionally broken up by their sips of nicely brewed tea.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #lynette x reader #furina x reader #navia x reader #navia x y/n #navia x you #navia genshin impact #furina x you #furina x y/n #furina genshin #lynette x y/n #lynette x you #lynette genshin impact

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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Yooohooo

Thank you for all your lovely stories, can I put in a request... Reader came home one day with huge bruise on the side of your arms ( not because someone hurt u .. because u r clumsy. I often walk into things at work hubby is shocked how many bruises i have on my legs. ) and König's reaction?

Thank you if you decided to accept :D

Pairing: König x f!reader

author's note: I wrote this but never published?

"Clumsy"

Since you were a kid, you have been labeled clumsy. Clumsy was a nice word for it but holy hell did you bump, hit, fall, and bruise the hell out of your body.

Your parents had put you in gymnastics to hopefully get you to stay still or gain some balance, but you came home with a few broken arms, a few broken wrists, and your ego shattered.

Progressing into your teen years, you had become somewhat better at your balance, but while your mind raced with a million thoughts, your body could never really keep up. Adulthood was the same, but you had always wanted to be two steps ahead in your head and your body, rushing to keep up.

When you met König, it wasn’t any better. Your first date you had dropped the water onto the table, dropped the utensils on the floor, and to make the date even more disastrous, you had even dropped some of the food you had been eating onto your shirt.

“Sorry!” You exhaled attempting to clean up the mess you made on your shirt. “I’m a bit clumsy.”

König had been relieved someone was taking the first date jitters to an extreme and it wasn’t him. He seemed enamored by it, wondering if you were really clumsy or nervous like he was.

It wasn’t until one night that you guys had been inseparable making out like teenagers on the couch that he had slowly taken off your top and had your breasts in his mouth that he realized a bruise on your arm.

He wondered if it was the way he grabbed you and pulled you into him that he was the one who left the mark.

“Oh, shit, are you okay?”

You had been mentally in the moment wondering why his mouth and hands weren’t on you.

“Yeah everything’s good, keep going.”

“No schatz, what’s this?”

He had held your arm in his hand, wrapped around it, rubbing the deep purple mark with his thumb.

“Oh! I got that at work.” You had said embarrassed that you bruised easily.

He had looked at you with concern, this bruise looked too purple, almost red, and it was placed on your arm.

“How did you get this at work?”

“I was racing inside from the rain and had bumped into the door frame while I slipped.”

He looked at you, baffled by how you said it so casually.

“You did this to yourself?”

“Mhmm” you nodded, wanting to shut him up and get his mouth on your body.

He dropped it, but König kept this in the back of his head, wondering if there was any sort of weird thing happening at work, he would not stop himself from intervening.

So the next day that he walked you to work hoping and praying that there was some asshole lurking nearby just so he could get his hands on them. Tucked under his arm under a wide umbrella, you had babbled his ear off, your fingers interlaced with his on your shoulder.

“Well I gotta send those emails out because otherwise I’ll never remind the staff, I also needed to place an order for more ink for the office, I swear we go through it so much. I also think Friday I’ll bring donuts in for the staff since they worked so hard the last two weeks pitching the ideas to our boss and —“

You had slipped, but luckily caught by him, his arm wrapped the front of your body.

“Careful” came out as an order. He had seen how careless you were crossing the street, walking into puddles. Your shoes were not rain boots, but converse high tops. Now here you were slipping right next to him. Jesus, he thought. This woman is in the clouds more than on earth.

He walked you to the door, inside of the building and sure enough, you bumped into the door frame again, with the same arm.

“Thank you for walking me!”

“I’ll be here at lunch time, so don’t order out.” He had scoped the large office, just to be sure, there wasn’t some asshole, then kissed you goodbye and walked to a cafe to get your lunch.

By the time he had come back, he saw you in motion.

You had been running around the room, talking with a colleague, then bumping into the large printer. You barely rubbed your side, eyes glowing and continued the conversation with your friend as she had reached over and double checked if you were ok.

He saw you get up to refill your bottle from the water cooler, knocking down the big plant in the office.

Holy shit, it was such a sight. You weren’t mentally on earth ever. You had visited, but remained mentally on Saturn. He adoringly watched you stumble across your own two feet. Why your parents hadn’t named you klutz was beyond him.

You saw him peering through the office, and you ran over. His eyes widened, his heart raced, standing up and going towards you hoping that you would not fall down.

“Hi! Long time no see” you said. You brought him over to the designated eating area, where he had told you to sit, seeing you bounce up and down for lunch.

As soon as you stuffed your face, he made the confession.

“So, about walking you to work…”

“Mmmm?”

“The reason I walked you to work today was because I needed to make sure nobody had any issues with you here.”

“Oh? Like what kind of issues?” You had been thinking of asking him for a bite of his food.

“The bruise I saw on your arm was so bad that I needed to make sure it was purely accidental, and not on purpose.”

“Oh! Can I have some of yours?”

He pushed the plate towards you, one eyebrow raised.

“I told you I bumped into the frame. No big deal.”

He then exhaled, laughing at you.

“But have you really seen yourself schatz? You’re the definition of clumsy.”

You looked at him, like it wasn’t a big deal. Clumsy, forgetful, uncoordinated were all in your dictionary.

“I think you need to slow down schatz. Really be in the moment sometimes. Aware of your surroundings.”

You nodded, but didn’t really listen. He could sense you weren’t listening, so he made a deal with you.

“You come to the gym with me 3x out of the week, work on your coordination, I’ll buy you that weird pumpkin pot you’ve kept mentioning every night.”

You looked at him, “Le Creuset Cast Iron Pumpkin Cocotte?”

“Whatever it’s called. That I will buy you. But please, we need to work on your coordination.”

And so, began the weekly sessions at the gym, where you focused on your environment, you focused on one thing at a time, where your thoughts weren’t racing every 5 minutes.

You also focused on him, how great he was, and how sweet he was that he took time out of his gym time to help you.

#könig one shot #könig #könig x fem reader #könig imagine #könig mw2 #könig x you #call of duty mwii

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appocalipse · 1 year

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BEGGING for lipstick from the prompt list with Steve. I’ve been binging all of your blurbs and then read that prompt and died thinking about it.

you're so sweet, thank you. ♥ honestly i was hoping someone would pick this prompt cause it was my favorite | steve + fake dating ♥

[LIPSTICK; Brushing lipstick off their cheek after the other/someone kisses them. ]

—

You find Steve sitting on a sun lounger beside the pool, watching the water thoughtfully. Probably bored out of his mind, you think, feeling a little guilty.

He doesn't hear you approaching. The sun lounger is big enough for you to sit next to him, though there's only a tiny gap between your bare thigh and his.

"Sorry," you say, handing him one of the two glasses you brought with you and offering an apologetic smile.

Steve stares suspiciously at the red liquid, frowning at the small bright yellow umbrella decorating the glass. "For what?" he asks. His tone is soft, his expression even softer when his eyes meet yours.

"For dragging you to the world's most boring party."

"Oh, you should see my parents' parties," he beams, fiddling with the small umbrella absentmindedly. "Those were three times worse than this. And at least I have you here."

He lightly bumps your shoulder with his and you try to keep the smile on your face from looking too silly, too needy. You don't think you succeed. The solution is lowering your head and pretending to be interested in the drink in your hand — which, by the way, you don't even know what it's called, let alone what it's made of.

And Steve looks too pretty in the dim moonlight.

"And you didn't drag me here, I volunteered," he adds when you don't say anything, taking a careful sip of his own drink. "But what is this? Jesus," he frowns at the glass as if it has offended him deeply.

Then, Steve laughs.

As always, his laugh is contagious. A giggle escapes you in no time. "I have no idea. Some fancy drink May is making for everyone."

Steve braves another sip, then decidedly puts the glass down on the ground next to your legs…your legs, which he's now looking intently at. It's subtle but definitely there, a gaze that lingers a second too long before he's straightening up and clearing his throat, once again the picture of a great, respectful friend. It happened, you tell yourself. And yet, your mind desperately tries to convince you that you're reading too much into this, into him, into this relationship.

You take a big sip of your drink. It's far from being your favorite, but it's also not bad. A little sweet, a little strong. You're not sure whether you're hoping it boosts your courage or completely erases it along with all of your thoughts about the boy beside you. It doesn't seem to be working either way.

Coming to this high school reunion — a pathetic excuse of a party with your classmates from your old school in Indianapolis, more like — was probably not your best decision. Bringing Steve along as your fake boyfriend wasn't your brightest idea either, because even though he'd been pretty convincing all night and made everyone basically fall in love with him, now you can't stop thinking about what it would be like if he really was your boyfriend.

"So," Steve starts, sighing. You look up, hoping to catch a glimpse of a star, a distraction, but the sky is clear tonight. "That guy- Philip."

Steve doesn't look at you. He tries very hard to appear almost distracted, like he's just making small talk. You bite back a smile.

"Phil," you correct him.

"Phil," Steve repeats, as if the name leaves a bad taste in his mouth. "He looked really upset when you introduced me as your boyfriend, you know."

There's potential in the way this conversation is going, you think, although you also hate how this is the first thing that comes to your mind.

"He's with May," you inform.

"Why do I feel like there's a story there?"

You set your glass down carefully next to Steve's and take a deep breath. "There is. A very short one: we dated the year before I moved to Hawkins, tried long distance, and then he cheated on me with May and they started dating. The end."

Steve stares at you for a long moment before answering.

"Wow, what an idiot. I was going to say I'm sorry, but you can do so much better than him. Honestly."

You exhale a nervous laugh. "So much better that I had to ask a friend to pretend to be my boyfriend just so I wouldn't feel like such a loser."

"You are not a loser."

The look you give him seems to ask 'really?' Steve stares back at you as if you've just cursed him profusely, although you can see the offended expression is entirely false.

"You are not a loser," he repeats seriously, holding your gaze.

You can read the request implied in the sentence, and you see little option but to comply with it, smiling.

"Okay, I'm not a loser," you concede, feigning annoyance. You look down at your shoes, certain that this is not the time for self-pity but unable to stop. "I just can't make anyone love me."

"I love you," Steve says easily.

You use all your willpower not to blush, even though you're positive it's not even possible to contain such a thing. It's not the first time Steve has said those words and you know there's nothing romantic about them. And yet every time you hear those three words — which happened only a couple of times during the span of your friendship, (usually caused by emotional hugs on holidays) — you still feel an inexplicable tingling in the back of your neck, a shiver down your spine.

"I love you too," you say, and it's not the first time either. Getting the words out without letting the real extent of the feeling behind them show is still quite hard for you. "But I meant, you know… as more than friends."

Steve looks at you differently, or maybe it's just the faint moonlight tricking your eyes, but for a moment you think he's actually going to say something.

And then the moment passes and he leans forward, resting his palms on his knees in silence.

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"Thank you."

Steve turns his face to look at you.

"What for?"

"For coming here with me. And for keeping up the loyal boyfriend facade even in front of a bunch of gorgeous girls drooling over you."

You chuckle in hopes of sounding more relaxed. All Steve does is smile.

"It wasn't hard, you now," he says, and you don't think you'd be able to wipe the smile from your face if you tried. "It was actually pretty easy. And you're way prettier than all of them."

Your smile grows into a giggle. "Steve-"

"And way funnier and kinder too. And nicer. You're really nice, you know that? And your perfume is-"

You put your hand over his mouth, laughing. "Fine, fine! Stop!" you chide, even though this is the last thing you want him to do.

You can see the smile in his eyes.

And that's it; it's the soft look on his face, his infuriating perfect hair, his sweet words...those are the things you blame when you lean forward and impulsively kiss him on the cheek, leaving a red mark on his skin almost perfectly the shape of your lips.

"Thank you," you say before pulling away, sounding surprisingly firm despite what you've just done.

You can't be imagining it. The expression of confusion on his face, half disbelieving and half dreamy, definitely a little satisfied. It can't be just you imagining it.

Did I cause this?

Your thumb touches the lipstick stain on Steve's cheek and you rub it gently, using your other hand to gently cup his chin. "Shit, I'm sorry, Steve," you whisper. "I got lipstick on your face."

He smiles. You know he's smiling because you're looking at his mouth right now.

And he's looking at yours.

Oh my God.

The pad of your thumb is red because of the lipstick and his cheek is still slightly colored by the traces of it, but now your attention has dissipated like a puff of smoke and you are unable to grasp it again.

Steve grabs your wrist, mumbles your name. With his free hand, he touches your lips with his fingertips and states, "Your lipstick is smudged."

"Is it?" you ask.

"It is," he assures. And kisses you.

Steve's lips are soft and he tastes like May's drink, sweet as he moves against you slowly, perhaps hesitant or perhaps wanting to enjoy every second, you think, wishing it was the last option. His arm curls around your waist and you sigh against his mouth, pulling away just for a brief moment. But his lips chase yours and capture them in another kiss and another and another until there's no option but to pull away for air.

He rests his forehead against yours and smiles between heavy breaths. "I lied," Steve whispers. "Your lipstick wasn't smudged before."

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topguncortez · 2 years

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I put this in submit on accident but what if when out in public Mrs.Seresin is breastfeeding baby girl and someone does something to make the mrs uncomfortable or insecure and Jake and daggers defend her! Opposites attract world would be awesome! Thank you ❤️

it's all good! Just a reminder to all, my ask box is called "Attention to the talk" (it's a term we use in my unit when they want us to pay attention) Also, tweaking this just a tad so it's when Mrs. Seresin has Eli:)

|| Masterlist || Opposites Attract Masterlist ||

It wasn't every day that Jake got to bring his kids to the hangar, but when he did get the chance, he was all smiles about it. Some members of the dagger squad had just come back from a small mission overseas. Jake had opted to sit this one out, seeing as Eli was only a couple months old. Y/N appreciated having Jake home, but was starting to grow a tad annoyed with him. Jake was kinda lost without Rooster, Bob, Phoenix and Coyote at his disposal.

Jake showed Alex and Ella around the hangar, showing them different parts of the planes, and showing them the maps. Alex was more interested in all of it than Ella was, which wasn't surprising. Y/N and Jake had talked before about how much Alex took after Jake in his interest in flying. It slightly terrified him that one day Alex could grow up to join the military, but also made him proud.

"You look happy," Rooster said, putting his arm around Y/N's shoulders.

"I am, currently child free right now," Y/N smiled and held her arms out, looking as she had no kids attached to them. Bob was holding Eli, and seemed to be catching him up as well, "I'm glad you guys are back. He made me watch Texas football."

"Oh no, you poor thing," Coyote joked and she rolled her eyes.

"Hey! How about we go to the beach. . . a little dog fight football?" Maverick suggested, holding up a football in his hands.

"Beach, Papa Mav!" Ella yelled and ran towards her 'papa'.

"Sounds like that's a yes, huh, Elles?" Maverick said, and picked up the three year old in his arms.

"You okay with that?" Jake asked, putting his arm around his wife, "I could use some sun, looking a pit bale."

"Oh jeez, anymore vitamin D and it all goes to your head," Y/N joked.

"Gotta soak past those hair products first," Bob quipped.

Jake and Y/N met the team down at the beach after they stopped by home to get the kids ready. Since the addition of Eli, it got a bit more challenging to get three Seresin kids ready to go anywhere, but they managed. Alex was six and could kind of get his own stuff together with supervision, and Ella was starting to do the same. Jake could handle the two older kids while Y/N focused on getting the baby ready.

Penny was sitting under an umbrella on the beach, and called Y/N over to sit next to her. She smiled at the older woman, as Alex and Ella engulfed her in a hug.

"Oh hi, babies," Penny smiled, "Amelia! Kids are here!"

"Millie!" Ella yelled as the teen walked out from the Hard Deck, "Momma can we go to the water?"

"Stay with Amelia and Alex, okay?" Y/N said, and Ella nodded with a smile. Y/N greeted Amelia, and then sent the three of them on their way.

"Look at him," Penny cooed, seeing the baby strapped to her chest, "Snug like a bug."

"You should see Jake wearing this thing," Y/N giggled, "He wasn't a fan of it with Alex, I think partially because he was just so little, but he fell in love with it and the wrap around one when we had Ella."

Y/N carefully sat down on the blanket next to Penny, then unstrapped the baby on her chest. Eli let out a soft cry at the loss of warmth from his mother, but was content once he was laid on his back and given a toy. Penny smiled at the two of them, before going back to watch the aviators play.

"What's the point of this?" Y/N said, looking up from her son, "Offense and defense at the same time?"

"No clue," Penny said, "Pete made it up when they came back for the uranium mission. I think they just use it as a chance to take their shirts off."

"I'm not complaining," Y/N giggled and Penny shot her a smirk.

"Hey, you just had that one," Penny laughed.

"Baby department is closed," Y/N said, "Three is enough for us. Ain't that right, Eli." She gently tickled her son's belly, getting a laugh from him.

Penny, Y/N and the kids stayed on the beach for awhile, until the older two were begging for a snack and something to drink. They sat on the deck of the Hard Deck still watching the aviators play and tackle each other in the sand.

Penny had gotten Alex and Ella chicken strips and fries. They both sat at the table outside with Y/N, watching their dad and uncles play. Eli had started to grow fussy, and Y/N knew that it was getting close to feeding time for him. She noticed some eyes drift over to her as Eli let out a loud cry.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Y/N said, listening to his cry, “You’re hungry aren’t you. I got you, baby boy,” Y/N grabbed a blanket from the diaper bag to cover herself. She tried her best to hush Eli while she got herself situated, pulling down the strap of her swim suit, “Shh, Eli, it’s okay.” It was hard to get Eli positioned right to latch with him moving around, but once she did, his cries ceased. She made sure the blanket was covering everything, as she sat back in her chair a bit.

"Do you really have to do that?" A man in a khaki uniform asked her. He had to be fresh out of flight school. He only had a silver bar on his uniform and a singular rack of ribbons.

“What?” Y/N asked softly, looking up at him.

“That.” He said nodding to her feeding Eli, “It’s weird. They have bathrooms ya know."

“Oh,” Y/N heart fell into her stomach, and she suddenly felt very exposed, even though her chest and feeding son were covered, “I’m sorry, I can leave. Um, Alex, Ella, I'll be right-” Y/N started to gather her diaper bag and push off the couch when Jake and the dagger squad walked up on the deck.

“What did you say to her?” Jake asked the young aviator who was still looking over at Y/N.

“It’s okay, Jake,” Y/N said, trying to deescalate the situation.

“No, what did you say?” Rooster asked.

“I just asked her to go somewhere else,” The aviator, “Not everyone wants to see that.”

“That?” Jake, raised his eyebrows and clenched his jaw, “That is completely natural for a woman to do for her child. It’s her body and she is doing what it is designed to do. Nobody else was bothered by it but you, so why the fuck are you trying to sexualize somethig so natural and innocent?”

“I-I’m not.”

“Then you’ll be okay if the mother of my son feeds him where she feels comfortable,” Jake said, and walked over to the empty seat next to her. He put his arm around Y/N, trying to make her feel more comfortable. Y/N settled into him, and he placed a kiss on her temple.

"You can leave now," Bob said, and the aviator got up from his spot quickly.

"Wait," Phoenix said, and the aviator stopped in his spot, "What's your name?"

"Lieutenant Correll, Stallion," He said.

"Thought so," Phoenix smirked, "Well, Stallion, you'll report to the hangar at zero five Monday morning. . . bring a toothbrush."

"Multiple, actually," Payback said, "My plane is a little dirty from the last mission."

"Bring a friend too," Coyote said. Lieutenant Correll gulped audibly, "Okay, now fucking leave." He scurried away from them quickly, running into Maverick as he walked down the steps of the deck.

“What did you do?” Maverick asked, walking over to the table full of his aviators.

“Nothing, he can just go fuck off,” Jake mumbled.

“Jake,” Y/N sighed, “If you guys are uncomfortable with me breastfeeding Eli-”

“None of us are uncomfortable by it, Y/N,” Rooster said, “It’s like a mom thing to do, ya know.”

The team agreed and sat down in various chairs around the Seresin family. Y/N smiled at them and then looked down, seeing Eli slowly falling asleep against her chest. When she was done feeding, Phoenix helped her cover herself up, as Jake was burping Eli. Y/N let the daggers take the kids back to the water.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Y/N said, as she finished pumping.

“Yes I did,” Jake answered, “I’m not going to let anyone make you feel uncomfortable for doing something totally natural. There are so many benefits with breastfeeding, there’s the vitamins, the skin to skin contact, the bonding, the-”

“Okay, I know,” Y/N said, cutting him off with a smile, “This isn't my first go around with this. But thank you, daddy.” She smirked and Jake rolled his eyes, pulling her in for a kiss.

“It’s my job, mommy.”

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justcallmesakira · 3 months

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Dazai x reader valentines

Dancing under the rain after valentines dinner. The reader isn't good of a dancer and doesn't like getting drenched in the rain.

"SET LOVE TO THE RAIN"

Sypnosis: You hated the rain and getting drenched and you were not really a good dancer until you lover forcefully brought you out to have a quick dance.

Dazai x reader

Genre: fluff, romance

A/N: hi there I am rlly sorry it took me so much time I know it's past Valentines but yeah yk mental health heehe♥️

You and dazai were on a date at a nice cafe for valentines

It was cloudy all day but the atmosphere was filled with love and cheesy couples. You could smell coffee and cheescakes too.

Both of you talked for a long while. None of you could care less about what was happening around.

"Say say, Bella! Do you like dancing?" Dazai asks you with a childish tone, one containing flirt and excitement.

You paused for a moment.

"No not really, I am not that good fo a dancer" you non chalantly speak out. You never liked those cheesy romantic waltz moments. Especially since you were not a great dancer.

If anything, you would question why they do those childish acts especially in public.

"Awwwh why donna'? It's so romantic! Plus I am sure you can dance with those amazing leather boots. Hah like that one girl from titanic"

Osamu exclaims and make a fake put, he probably knew why and the reasons but of course like the man you knew he will question you about it.

You shot him a small glare as much as you wanted him to have a nice dinner date on this day you prefer staying put in your comfort zone.

The weather soon started to deteriote even more. The moons dimness was also starting to hide behind large sets of clouds.

The evening clouds still looked pleasing. The heaviness of the blocks of soft clouds hovering over the lit buildings of yokohama and the light breeze brushing past your clothed skin made the scenary even more appealing.

It seemed that it will start drizzling soon.

"Oh god i forgot my umbrella...Though we are not going anytime soon" you spoke your thoughts out aloud as your coat shifts with you leaning against the chair to check whether it was really raining or not.

You brought back your head inside the shade of the coffee shop, the spalshing of water was reaching both of your shoes and creating a puddle to which your lips ticked.

Dazai noticed this and instantly arised from his seat with a big smile.

"Osamu?.." you called out when all of a sudden he grabs your wrists and brings out of the shade and out to the airy night.

You could only yelp in surprise as dazai takes your hand in his and grabs your waist tight.

The njght street barely had anyone present except a few lights on here and there which also turned off. The whole crossroad was empty.

The rain splished and sploshed on the footpaths and tall architectures it was hard to hear almost anything except clattering and the sound of water droplets hiting steel cold iron bars.

The thunder made sounds like a piano falling from wooden stairs as the rain poured like steel rods. Even so Dazais body moved along with yours.

What a beautiful and eternal moment but you didn`t like this, getting drenched in the rain and all of this.

As you wear taking in the natures features, completly mesmerized you sensed back to the scenery in front of you as Dazais bandaged arms guided your waist and body creating smooth movements of a dance.

''Samu! Calm down!!" you had to scream out because of the sound of both of your shoes clacking against the road cement mixing up with the clatter of the down pour.

"I wont belladonna! Just keep following my steps" he shouted back with a smile as he twists you around with a spin, your wet body moving itself with each sound of thunder. He danced with you and you did too, like a marionette.

Your head was slightly dizzy because of your wet hair and you hated this but seeing that smile on his face as he clasps your hand tighter and guides your foot to each side of the road just feels...so warm even though your soaked in water.

With each step you could feel your body adjusting to his craziness.

Finally after you swallowed your own spit you took a brave step and moved along with him, grasping his body for slight support.

A step over there, Another over there... A clack over there, Another thunder there... With two hands held together swifting here and there...

Your feet and hands felt elated.

"Dazai.." you huffed loudly as you tried to keep up with his energy. "This is stupid, why are we even continuing this?"

You questioned him even though you were starting to get the hang of it.

To which dazai only chuckled "But.. "

"I set fire to the rain! And i wanna watch it burn on your face!!"

He shouted out loud with his caramel voice echoing the hidden moon and skies. Such a soothing and melodic voice...

He twirled you around round and round, brought you close to his cold body and spun you again, clasped your hands and let them go only to bring it back.

The street lights flickered the weather only turning darker and gloomier but the thunders didn`t bother the two lovers dancing crazily in the middle of the road.

You only heaved a sigh as you put your whole energy on your steps and danced with him.

A dance under the rain wasn`t so bad after all especially one with your boyfriend.

A/N: if this flops i am going down the stairs like the piano :/

Divider crds!: @plutism

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐘. 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

── ⋅ ⋅ your life just happened to connect with his, almost as if by fate. was it fate that pulled you apart?; leaving you with the question: will we meet again?

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✯ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 ✯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

✯𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐱 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✯𝐰𝐜: 𝟒.𝟏𝐤

warnings: angst :) bittersweet

a/n: have had this in the drafts for so long (two weeks), it needed a home on the blog. also i didn’t review or edit this so sorry if it’s all over the place.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐡𝐢.

My feet splashed as I ran through the alley, the wind unable to hike up my damp skirt. I mentally cursed myself for forgetting the umbrella my mother had left for me in front of my door. I could sense she would be patiently waiting for me when I returned home, umbrella in hand and ready to scold me. Today was the first day of year nine, the start of my teenage years. Sadly, I was cutting it close to being on time for said first day, and I dreaded the idea of getting scolded by my teachers if the rain delayed me any longer.

I could handle a scolding from my mother, in the comfort of my home－ but getting scolded at school was something I would avoid at all costs. I was determined to arrive in time for my first lecture, and nothing would get in the way－

My body collided with a hard surface, sending me flying in the opposite direction. Eyes closed and head throbbing, faint sounds of footsteps made their way towards my body, growing louder until they came to a halt.

“Are you alright?”

I lifted my upper body from the wet cement, eyes peeking through the hair now sticking like glue to my forehead. I was so embarrassed, I forgot the mysterious figure had been at fault for the pain that almost instantly shot up my back.

Planting my feet on the ground, I felt a hand wipe the strands of hair away from my eyes, now showing a clear view of the boy in front of me. Whatever he said- which I assumed was an apology, was replaced with the ringing of the morning bell, causing me to panic.

“I have to go!“ My body instantly lifted, as if I hadn’t fallen at all. Running to the front gates, I crossed my fingers in hope that I could sneak into the school unproved. I was stupid to think that a teacher wouldn’t be out in the rain waiting for those who slept in, or the troublemakers who couldn’t be bothered to show up in time for class.

I was stopped in my tracks by the sound of a whistle, knowing how my morning would end. “Y/n it’s unusual for you to be late, but if I make an exception for you, I’d have to make an exception for everyone. And you wouldn’t want Lee Heeseung getting away with anything right?” At the mention of his name, the boy glanced over and winked at me, causing me to cringe.

“Hey you! Are you a new kid or something? You know what? Doesn’t matter, you’re late so hurry arms up!” A shadow was casted over me, offering a small shield from the rain pouring from its direction. The boy who had put us in this situation calmly walked up and secured his spot next to me. He lifted his arms as instructed, the punishment for being late.

I felt the rain stop as his figure engulfed the space next to me. I let a breathe of gratitude out, happy that I wouldn’t have any droplets hit my eye as I stood outside in shame. I mentally thanked him, forgetting about earlier events that led to this moment. Funny.

He had ruined and saved me, all in the same morning.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

The tension in the room was through the roof, with two relationships going downhill, and a couple embarrassing confessions. I had been dragged to this small get-together by Jungwon, but it turns out “small” was not the correct word to describe the situation I’m in.

The night started out with just some of Jungwon and I’s friends, and a handful of people I hadn’t met. The boy and I had gotten close soon after I accepted his apology for making me late on the first day, not to mention the back pain I had for the rest of the week. We started the night with a handful of us, but then they started to multiply, and multiply. Before I knew it, there was no sign of the boy who had invited me, and I was getting dragged by someone to a small room. So now here I am, at a truth or dare circle. Sunoo on my left, a random guy on my right, and my best friend across from me.

At some point during the game, the mysterious boy to my right- which I learned to be Kim Gyuvin- had started to flirt with me. It was innocent at first, with some dares being “Point at the prettiest girl in the room” or some truths being “Who do you want to get to know more”. He had directed his answers towards me, and I had offered awkward smiles and thank you’s so as to not hurt his feelings. As time went by, he had started whispering to me in between rounds, nothing bad just small talk here and there. I wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, but I had found the boy to be quite annoying.

Unbeknownst to me, Jungwon had been observing us the whole game, and was not happy at the boys attention being on me. As the game went on, I could feel Jungwon’s intense stare on me, but thought nothing of it. Soon it was Jungwon’s turn, and Niki turned to ask him the big question: “Truth or Dare?”. I turned to look at the boy, surprised to find his eyes already turned in my direction. “Truth” he said confidently, as if his answer to the question gave him power. Niki pondered for a couple seconds, before his face lit up to the point you could imagine the faint outline of a lightbulb above his head. He turned to Jungwon, the most obvious smirk plastered across his face.

“Do you have a crush on anyone in this room, and if so who?” Everyone reacted to the loaded question, turning to look at him. I expected Jungwon to protest the fact that he had been asked two questions in one, but he didn’t. Instead he answered without giving himself time to think, like he knew exactly what to say.

“Yeah, I have a crush on Y/n”.

I was given no time to think or react. Jungwon has stood from his spot across from me, closing the space between us. “It’s actually Y/n’s curfew so we’re going to head out”. He took my hand in his and pulled me up to my feet, before guiding me out the door. I followed behind, too shocked to protest or question his actions. We made it to the front door after struggling to squeeze our way through the endless sea of sweaty bodies.

Once out the door, we made our way down the street in the direction of my house. We had walked together many times, yet this moment seemed different. Maybe it was the sudden confession just minutes before, or the fact that our hands were still connected- with no intention of straying apart. The air was cold and silent as we walked hand in hand, as if scared to address the events that led to this moment.

I wondered if he meant what he said. Did he like me or did he just want alto create a scene? No, he wasn’t the type to bring that sort of attention towards himself. It wasn’t past my curfew, in fact I didn’t have a curfew at all- and neither did Jungwon. So why did he drag me out the house? Did he perhaps want to properly confess?

I came to a halt, my heart beating so fast I was convinced it would pop out my chest. Jungwon turned to face me with a concerned expression. “Why’d you stop? Are you okay?” I shook my head, the amount of questions flooding my brain making it hard to produce any words. Still I managed to settle down my thoughts, my hand slipping out of his.

“Were you telling the truth?” I wouldn’t dare meet his eyes, the silence eating at me. “I was. I like you Y/n”. He gaze softened, and he grabbed my hand once again, making me look up at him. I wasn’t sure how to react to his confession, or to his feelings. Did I have feelings for him as well? I hadn’t thought about it, ever. I wasn’t so sure I could reciprocate the same, at least for now.

I nodded, understanding what he was saying, and knowing what I wanted. “Can you wait?” “What?” I took a deep breathe, scared I might hurt his feelings. “Can you wait for me? I don’t know if I have feelings for you now, but that’s not to say I won’t develop them later on. I just- I don’t know relationships are hard and scary”. He took in my words, and for a couple seconds I thought this would be the end of our friendship.

“Ok. I’ll wait however long it takes”

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me tomorrow?”

I looked up from my book, coming face to face with a nervous boy. Jungwon and I had been studying at the library for a while now, as I knew the only way we would be able to pass this test was by holding each other accountable. We had been successful the first twenty minutes, but now he was starting to get bored and I gotten stressed. While he chose to redirect his attention to his phone, I decided to catch up on my favorite book- only because my phone had died earlier that evening.

“What do you mean?” My eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as I stared at him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, sweat beads forming on his forehead. “Do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?” My eyes settled on his for what seemed like forever, as I slowly closed my book- for dramatic effect of course.

It was fun seeing Jungwon flustered or embarrassed, especially now that I had developed feelings for him; though he did not know that yet. Last month I was telling him to wait for me, and now I was waiting for him to make a move after the countless hints I had given him. But I never expected him to be this oblivious. “What movie?” I asked, catching him by surprise. “Uhhhh… ummm… the Barbie Movie”. I smiled in excitement, and he wearily returned it. “Ok it’s a date” - “A what?!”

So, here we were the next day, walking to the movie theatre. I had spent all night looking for an outfit, wanting to look my best for my first official date. When Jungwon showed up to my door the next day, he was wearing a jacket the same color as my top, making us both blush. We were going on a date, matching like a couple, while I hadn’t even confessed to him yet. Though we got over the inicial awkwardness, later on we had passed by a flower shop where the owner had mistaken us for a couple. It made me nervous, for some reason, and I was sure Jungwon could tell.

We had gotten our tickets, which he insisted on paying for, and made our way to our seats. Once the trailers had started, we felt more at ease. We talked about school, and commented on some trailers here and there. It was as if we were just two friends enjoying each other’s company. And for a while we were just enjoying each other’s company, until halfway through the movie.

We had gotten a large popcorn to share, as I had eaten at home and had no room for my own snacks. I hadn’t even thought about eating any, until that moment. So I reached my hand into the bowl, unaware of the boy next to me doing the same. We were both so focused on the movie, that the only thing that snapped us out of our trance was the feeling of our hands touching. We both snapped our necks to look at each other, probably getting whiplash. We stayed still, unmoving- and then he pulled away his hand, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

He looked away, hand on the rim of the bowl, the other covering his face. I thought to myself, I can be embarrassed or I can make a move. I settled on the second option, frustrated with how unaware the boy was of my feelings. I took my hand out of the bowl, and reached over for him, intertwining our fingers, before moving our hands down below the bowl. Jungwon looked back at me, peeking through his fingers, surprised at my sudden actions.

Calming himself down, he removed his hand from his face and set his eyes on me. Embarrassed by his intense stare, I whispered “Pay attention to the movie” while still keeping my eyes forward. If I looked at him my heart would explode, so I directed my attention forward for the rest of the movie. He obeyed my order, while glancing over every couple minutes. I acted like I didn’t notice, but inside my stomach was doing flips.

That night, I went from best friend and crush, to girlfriend.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐜𝐡.

The air was cold against my skin, making my cheeks and nose red. It was late at night, eleven o’clock at night to be exact. I had no intention of going out so late at night, but Jungwon had dragged me out. With exams over, we could finally breathe, and I desperately needed to get out the house.

My hair blew in the wind as I swung in the swing set. Jungwon was seated in the swing beside me, stagnant as he admired me- something I was getting used to. It was often that I would enjoy my favorite activities, only to find Jungwon uninterested in anything but me. He would stay still, his stare upon me in a loving matter. I wondered how he could give so much love, and why he directed that love towards me.

“Are you cold?” He asked as I tried to stop the swing with my feet. “Hmm well it’s chilly” I said as my swing came to a stop. He rose to his feet, taking a couple steps towards me. He took his jacket off, placing it on my shoulders. It smelled of his cologne, vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. I snuggled it closer to my body, grinning from ear to ear.

Jungwon sat down on his swing, and for a couple minutes, we just sat in complete silence. It was comforting, just enjoying each other’s company without any distractions. I glanced over at the boy, using this as my turn to admire his every feature. His dark brown hair, his perfect nose, his cat eyes, and when he glanced back; his perfect smile. I felt like the luckiest girl on the planet.

Without thinking, I grabbed the chain of his swing, and pulled myself closer. He let me, wanting to close the distance between us. Before I knew it, we were both leaning into each other, faces centimeters apart. My heart started beating at light speed, something I called the Jungwon Effect. “Can I kiss you?”.

His lips were soft on mine, too soft. He had asked for permission, yet he acted like I was going to break if he dared touch me. It was my first kiss, and the fear I initially felt was now gone. I used to dread this moment, when I would embarrass myself in a moment of intimacy. But with Jungwon, fear didn’t exist- and instead I felt a surge of energy rush through my body. This caused me to pull him in closer, letting him know I wanted this kiss more than anything. I could feel him smiling against my lips, causing me to do the same.

I was filled with joy, excitement, and most importantly; love.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐛𝐲𝐞.

This feeling was new, and unwelcome. With Jungwon, my heart beats from love. In this moment, it beats from heartbreak.

“I got accepted into the company. I move to Seoul next week, to start training.” I didn’t know how to react. I wanted to be happy for him, and celebrate all night. But he wasn’t telling me this to celebrate it; he was breaking up with me. A single tear rolled down my face as the thought sunk in. Was this the end?

Jungwon sighed, holding back his own tears. Wasn’t he going to comfort me? It seemed to me he was holding back, and I was certain he was trying to make the situation easier on himself. He wanted to disconnect as fast as possible, not giving me time to mourn. I didn’t want to disconnect- I wanted to hold on as tight as possible for as long as I lived. I couldn’t let him go, but there was no benefit in making him stay. This was his dream. I had to let him spread his wings and go.

“This means we-“ I cut him off harshly. “We can’t be together” He nodded, his gaze focused on anything in the cafe but me. I wish he would have chosen a more private space, so I could sink into the floor and disappear. Another tear escaped my eyes, and I wiped it away in shame. I had to be strong, I couldn’t seem weak.

Looking away, I pushed my chair back and stood up, grabbing my bag and phone. Jungwon finally broke his staring contest with the wall, and met my eyes. His were red, puffy, like he had been crying prior to our impromptu meeting. “Do I need to delete your number?” I had heard from some classmates that Heeseung had been scouted on the street, and once he entered the company they made him delete all social media. They even had him change his phone and phone number. It seemed extreme to me, but Jungwon’s second nod confirming the rumors.

I unlocked my device, browsing my contact list before I pressed on the contact “Jungwonnie”. My finger hovering over the delete button, knowing one click would end it all. My hesitation did not save me in the end, as I made my way home in the cold of night.

That was the last time I saw or spoke to the boy; my boy.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.

My biggest fault is agreeing to things that hurt me, but I do it anyway. I had moved to Seoul my eleventh grade year, with plans of pursuing fashion design at a college nearby. While I had left my old life behind in pursuit of new beginnings, I found my mind wondering to a time where I had my special someone next to me. Whenever I have these thoughts, or rather memories, I remind myself that the past is in the past. Well, today the past resurfaced without any warning.

I had been invited to my friends house for a sleepover, just us two and brownies. There was promise of a movie, but when we sat down I was hit with the memories. His face was in full color, big screen, right in front of my eyes. “W-What’s this?” I asked, hoping my eyes were deceiving me. My friend simply responded, not even bothering to look away from the screen. “It’s a survival show called I-Land. This is the last episode, where we find out who debuted in the final lineup”.

Debuted? So this was what he was up to? What had ended the happiest year of my life. I was filled with emotions- emotions that had to stay hidden. Instead of crying as I usually did whenever his face pops up in my brain, I settle down on the couch, sinking into the cushions. I waited for the announcement, the big reveal.

Part of me hoped he would debut, and live his dream just how he intended. The other part of me was selfish, hoping he would fail and come home. But I had to remember there was no home. I was far from it, chasing my own goals and getting over my own hurdles. Who was I to wish for his failure?

Seconds turned into minutes, which turned into an hour before the lineup reveal. “Jungwon’s my favorite! I hope he debuts!” The mention of his name startled me, making it difficult to act oblivious. I let out a quiet hum, before turning my attention to the screen.

In seconds his name was called, further widening the gap between us. My friend jumped in excitement, while I could barely breathe. He made it! He did it! It was all worth it. But, why did I feel so defeated? I should be happy yet I can’t seem to bring myself to smile. He was gone- truly gone. I would never see him again; he would never be mine. That’s the way the universe intended, and if it meant he would be happy- I’d have to accept our fate.

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⋆｡°✩ 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

I cursed as I ran down the hall, cutting it close in terms of time. I had already organized my station the night before, setting my racks upon racks of clothing up in the studio. Today I had the opportunity to style one of the most popular boy groups, all in my own fashion line. I had gained quite a bit of fame, working with the top idols in the industry at such a young age. From BTS, to TWICE and now; ENHYPEN.

I had initially thought of rejecting the offer, knowing he was the leader of the group. Once I got the contract in, I noticed only three members would be present- his name not on the paper. Content with the guidelines and participants, I signed off on the project, excited to collaborate with the members and their company.

While he wasn’t here, I had forgotten about another person involved in my past. Lee Heeseung. I figured this was my punishment for deciding to work with them. He hadn’t changed one bit, just as annoying as before. It seemed his rebel tendencies had also never left him, as he had rejected the first four outfits my assistant had him try on.

After they had finally agreed on an outfit that was “up to his standards”, I gathered the three boys up and let my director take the lead. They posed for the camera, giving the fabric life. I sensed this photo shoot would be a hit, and I could already imagine the orders and offers coming in. It was satisfying to see your hard work pay off, a feeling like no other.

“Good work today! We will get the photos selected in for editing, and they should be up next week.” The boys bowed to the staff, before leaving the studio. The shoot had been a success, leaving me content with my work. “We will clean up boss, please go home and get some rest.” My assistant bowed, and I returned the gesture, grateful for her work. I hid my farewells and good nights, making my way out the d-

“Are you alright?”

That voice. I knew who it belonged to. I felt a lump in my throat, and I was unable to move. Why here? Why now? I had barely gotten him out of my system, and now he creeps back. I directed my head down, hiding myself from his view. “I’m okay, you can go I can get up on my own”. For a while his feet didn’t move, and I wondered if he recognized me. But at the sound of his name being called, he muttered a “sorry” and walked off.

Why was my face wet? Was I crying? Why? I told myself it was better for us to remain strangers, knowing we wouldn’t be able to be together now that we had our careers on the line. So why was I sitting like a fool on this cold floor, letting every tear I had kept in all these years flow out like a river. There were so many things I wanted to say to him. So many thoughts I wanted to share. I knew it wasn’t possible, but I also knew someday I’d have to face him. I would have to see him, talk to him, all while keeping that false unfamiliarity.

Though I had so much to share, there’s one thing I put above all. One question I wanted him to answer. I had asked him before he left, but it remained unanswered. He waited for my love, and I offered it without hesitation. In the end, I wait for his, knowing i’ll never have it. Yet I wonder; Will we meet again?

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ㅤㅤㅤˇ ˇᨳ꤬꣦𝆃 O،N SHUFF،LE⸝⸝⁞.ຳ

꒰ 📿 °᳝ꯥ‧ٓ⭝ general masterlist . ˚◞♡ ﹫svtdrabbles ▬▬▬

〢𓂅 svt x gn! reader ━ .ﾟ꙳ જ ،ˊˎ- 𓂃 ִֶָ

✹. ㅤSYNOPSISㅤ𖤐ㅤI put my miscellaneous playlist on shuffle and attempt to write drabbles for Seventeen members based on the song

✹. ㅤTAG(s)&WARNING(s)ㅤ𖤐ㅤALL OF THEM ARE UNEDITED (and could kinda be read as they're still idols but also not idk)!!!! s.coups⠀✦⠀lack of communication, established relationship, not really angst but discussion of breaking up, s.coups is pathetic and a fool in the face of love, it's sweet really ; jeonghan⠀✦⠀fluff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, domestic on objects (he beats up an oven 😔) ; joshua⠀✦⠀fluff, reader is sick, established relationship ; jun⠀✦⠀one sided love, unrequited love, weird ass couch metaphor (idk) ; hoshi⠀✦⠀real life "what are we?", fluff

✹. ㅤAUTHOR NOTE(s)ㅤ𖤐 ㅤ this is just a writing exercise because i have another angsty prose oneshot in the works; it's artist!xu minghao and muse!yn, idk why i always tend to write angst when it comes to prose oneshots but ohwell, also, my writing is heavily reliant on extended metaphors and the likes so take everything i write with a grain of a salt

،،̲ ﹕Choi "Dark Red" Seungcheol ❟﹗ ❲416 words❳

Unfortunately for you both, Seungcheol was completely ready to abandon his pride and beg you to not leave him. Something about your relationship recently was filling him with dread━ how you were pulling away from him, how it felt like you had retreated back to the shore after leaving him unable to control the directions of his body against the sea. The sick feeling of anxiety continued filling him with everytime the sea crashed against his back, sending him upwards above the waterline and high enough to see your back on the shore, walking back towards the comfort of your towel and the shade your umbrella offered. Seeing your back facing him and the sea felt like you had left him in the mess that you two had made home for so long, the slimy seaweed wrapping around his feet and tugging, tugging until his head was underneath water and his last breath was wasted on calling your name even if you couldn't hear him.

Maybe he was overthinking, high chances were it was not about him or your relationship in any way possible. Maybe it was work related, family issues, an argument with friends, but whatever it was, it was affecting you two. Your withdrawal from the relationship mentally felt horrible, it felt like impending doom, like watching a lie you've told previously blow up in your face with no way out. Maybe Seungcheol should've had a mature discussion with you about whatever was bothering you, whether it be about your relationship or not but in hindsight, you couldn't make him think that you were going to break up with him and expect him not to fall to his knees, cradling your hands close to his chest like your fingers were the chambers of his heart.

Unfortunately for you both, Choi Seungcheol was not a man that let his pride get in the way of important things━ things like you. So when you're casually talking about how hard things have been lately, and how you want to stop doing everything and just get on a plane to anywhere, it's only natural that Seungcheol slides off the couch you're both lounging on. It's only natural that his face is contorted into one of extreme hurt and caution and when he says, "don't give me up, please don't give up," continuing on even when you're ushering him up, eyes blinking wide confused, "honey, I belong with you and only you," you should've seen it coming, he thinks.

،،̲ ﹕Yoon "Thinkin Bout You" Jeonghan ❟﹗ ❲774 words❳

It should've been impossible for you to find Jeonghan more attractive than you already had been since you two met but somehow, it was happening. The living room had yet to be cleaned up, a lot of the snacks previously opened had been folded over and stacked on the low coffee table, empty soju and beer glasses had all been redirected to the kitchen, and there are a few miscellaneous arms and feet sticking out from underneath blankets, pillows in your peripherals. You shuffle around the shadows, trying your best not to step on anything that: a) might be a person, b) might be food, c) might be a wrapper, and thank the stars that Kim Mingyu had stuck himself with the group of boys that made teasing him their vocation. The house–warming party for whom you've forgotten through all the alcohol, unsurprisingly, turned into a drinking party when half of the boys had decided that nothing makes a good gift like meat and alcohol and so commenced the long night of bottomless samgyeopsal, kimchi, and beer mixed with soju.

The light of the kitchen is already on, sounds of smacking and grumbling becoming clearer as your vision does the same and you walk past the threshold and into the room. With his back turned towards you, Jeonghan is hovering over the oven with one hand leaning on the counter and the other pressing the buttons of the oven that you guessed wasn't working by the way he was repetitively pressing it. You silently find amusement in watching him struggle with working the thing until he curses, smacking his palm against the surface and you accidentally let out a loud 'ha!'. Yoon Jeonghan should look worse considering what time it is, how much alcohol he had earlier but he doesn't. Or maybe he does but you're too biased to notice or maybe the dream you've had previously wherein Jeonghan was stood amongst a field of flowers, the petals unable to rival the softness of his eyes made it impossible to think anything negative about him. Maybe it was hard to see Yoon Jeonghan in your dreams, watered with heaven's clouds and taking in nutrients from the same Earth that omce saw to the great Heracles with the sun dawning upon his features gracefully like he were the centre of the universe, and think that anything could make him unappealing to the eyes.

"Yn," he whined as you move to the oven, obviously stepping in to help him with it. You glance over the pot of water, the unopened ramen on the counter beside you, and when your thumb pressed down on the button, it turns on with a chirpy beep. "How'd you get it to work?" Jeonghan peeked over your shoulder, unconsciously pressing himself into your side with his fingers perched on your shoulder.

You mumble something hardly intelligible when you're met with Jeonghan's lightly flushed cheeks from the alcohol previously. He seemed to understand you well enough though because his eyebrows furrowed and he smacks the oven top again. "I've been clicking that thing forever."

Somewhere inbetween your delirious half asleep state and your alcohol induced zoning out, you managed an amused smile before you slip away to the corner of the kitchen where the kettle is to make yourself tea. A quiet humming of life begins in the kitchen, you slide over to open a few cupboards to look for cups and Jeonghan was where you once stood in search of chopsticks. He finds the metal utensils before you find anything that could even function as a cup, your eyes wander over to the bubbling kettle as you wonder if you even wanted tea that badly but a sound from Jeonghan makes you stop.

Infront of you, on the counter, there was a large mug. Painted in the colour of an eggshell, round with a strip of brown running around the bottom. You glance upwards to see Jeonghan grinning at you; it's a simple action, something you could do to a stranger in the street but your heart is suddenly seeping with love, the colour and flavour of Yoon Jeonghan flooding the liquid in your body until you were a murky existence tainted with your feelings for him. Between the alcohol and you still being half asleep, you hope the words are as unintelligible as you heard them to be. "I can't stop thinking about you."

But when you finally get the courage to glance at him in search of a reaction, the large grin on his face, green tea with sickening adoration, you know that he's heard you well enough.

،،̲ ﹕Hong "Heavenly" Jisoo ❟﹗ ❲395 words❳

The door creaks softly, you hear the background noise of your friends slip into your bedroom before the door shuts again. Feet sounded gently across the floor, getting louder with each step and closer; the intrusion of someone makes you whine, not wanting to get out of bed. You make an attempt to burrow yourself deeper into the duvet, the scratchy pillow, rolling over to the middle of the bed where you believed yourself to be untouchable. A gentle hand feels over your reddened face, mouth open as you panted slowly; Joshua's pinky ring provides a little coolness that you find pleasure in. You still seemed a little out of it, eyes open deliriously before they taken in the blur of colours that is your boyfriend.

He's frowning, you think, as he mumbled something about your high temperature underneath his lips. "Hey you," he called out softly when he catches you with your eyes open. His hair is a little messy and he carries a faint smell of food with him. You shuffle over to where he's sat on the bed, leaning your head up to burrow your face into his stomach. "You feel any better?" He asks you as you shake your head.

The light from the morning hours catches in your curtains; the lullaby of the rain against your window calls you back to sleep; Joshua's hands wipe away the hair that's stuck to your forehead, resembling streaks of paint on a canvas. You clear your throat, "are you not going out today?" You managed to ask, your tongue odd and heavy in your mouth.

Joshua hummed a 'no'. Your head moves away from his stomach, looking at him with furrowed eyes. "If the boys knows I left you alone at home sick, they'll force me home anyways." He defended like it was the only thing keeping him from leaving.

You have no energy to try and force him to go, a smile on your face as you pushed yourself back into his stomach. Joshua asks you if you need anything, indulgent and caring as he hears your breathing slow down a little. You shake your head, parts of your hair stabbing through the fabric of his pyjamas bottoms and meeting the skin of his thigh in ticklish kisses. He smiles before bending down awkwardly and pressing a kiss onto your head.

،،̲ ﹕Wen "Strawberry Blond" Junhui ❟﹗❲508 words❳

There's a patch of bleach on the back of your couch— it's the size of Wen Junhui's head and takes the shape of your heart. It's ruined your couch but sometimes, you like to sit there methodically and lay your head against the mark. You don't know how long it sat there, burning through the colours of your furniture until it left its mark; you didn't even realise it had happened until Vernon had pointed it out when you were about to sit down.

"What the hell—" You looked up, annoyed at your couch being ruined but your eyes land on Jun and he doesn't seem guilty at all. His face is straightened, shrugging. Seungkwan is there to help you calm down (because you think you were also annoyed over something else that day) and Dino offers to help you look for a new couch but that's too time consuming and expensive so you decided to get comfortable with your ruined couch.

Living with a ruined couch isn't all that hard. It becomes the norm to see it there, you can't remember what your couch looked like untouched and pristine; it doesn't really affect your life until someone points it out or Jun's head is there, covering it up perfectly. He stands up and reveals the mark again and your heart aches in your chest. Sometimes, it's disbelief that takes you when you're forced to become witness to the lightened leather of your couch, how had he managed to sit there without you noticing, how you didn't even notice when he moved and you sat down to take his spot, how you had simply accepted that you weren't going to get a new couch.

Life continues on, even with the stained couch in your home. Your friends also become normalised to it— when Jun is not there, they laugh at you and the way he had pressed his head against the leather chamber of your heart and bleached through muscle. They make pictures out of it, create characters with whiteboard pen and draw over the varying colours of splotches and wipe it off so they can do it again. They create fantasical stories from it, smiling and laughing and they spoke a world where Jun was always there to cover up the mark as he lived beside you into existence.

You're greeted by the boys one day, outside your apartment with a girl. She's stood with Jun and moves in slowly, cautiously. She doesn't notice the bleach material of your couch as she sits down and leans the back of her head against it. Your friends look at her cautiously, at the glimpses of the ruined headrest they can see and then they look at you. Vernon tells you that Jun was somewhat interested in her, Seungkwan pats your back with a smile, and Dino asks you, once again, if you want a new couch.

You say no, once again. It's too expensive, too time consuming. You think it'll stay with you until the end of time.

،،̲ ﹕Kwon "Tren Tinh Ban Duoi Tinh Yeu" Soonyoung ❟﹗❲414 words❳

For Hoshi, some of the lines that restricted platonic love from romantic love blurs together. He hugs like he's making an attempt to crawl into your heart, he presses kisses on your skin like he's falling from the skies and it's the only thing tethering him from hitting the floor distastefully, he cuddles like you're an iv drip, keeping him alive and you're forced to breath out the reading of his heart beats.

It's something that used to be confusing to you, who held the two separate, sacred in their own ways but his friends are somewhat similar. Between the group of thirteen, there are unspoken rites that they keep to show live to each other in way that mixes the two together and so as you get closer to them all, you become more accustomed to it.

When Hoshi treats his friends like this, however, it's hard to try and scramble together an understanding of what he sees you as. Before you met his other friends, you thought— believed— that he held romantic feelings for you; he never brought them up however so you were left trying to stitch the pieces together into a shaky puzzle. The pieces are forced together into an ugly picture, the colours don't match and the lines are all erratic. You finally meet his friend group, so full of love for each other, and the puzzle falls straight through your hands.

"You okay?" A head lowered to your shoulder, Hoshi is stood behind you with your other shoulder held tight in his hands. You smiled, leaning your head onto his for a second before you're straightening up and he takes a seat next to you.

Your eyes glanced around the room— you won't deny that there's a part of you that wants him to push a little more towards romantic showings with you but. "I'm fine," you breathed a soft sigh as your eyes sparkled.

When you landed on the belief that Hoshi liked you, it led you down the path of slowly formulating a specific love that you held only for him. You thought Hoshi liked you so your mind pushed him past the lines of platonic love into the spotlight of romantic.

For Hoshi, you're stood somewhere between the stages of platonic and romantic love but that's enough for now. You're happy with it. (Plus, even Jihoon thinks that the love Hoshi keeps for you is a little different than the love he extends to them.)

2023 ©jwhoozi ㅤㅤㅤ━ do not repost / copy!

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five-rivers · 9 months

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Figment (More than Imagination)

AO3

(Be warned that this is an unfinished snippet.)

“You’re really him. The one from the festival.”

Izuku had been hearing similar statements all morning, since before he’d even gotten on the train, but it still made him blush! Was this what pro heroes had to deal with all the time? Wow! Izuku couldn’t imagine… Well, he could, but… The point was, he didn’t see any harm in turning and talking to the latest person to recognize him.

‘The one from the festival’ was a lot nicer than ‘bone breaking kid,’ after all!

(And both were better than ‘useless deku.’)

Now, it was a little different being approached on the street, in the rain, only a few blocks from UA, rather than just being acknowledged by fellow commuters, most of whom he saw every day, and coming out of an alleyway to do it was strange, but the guy didn’t look like a villain. Not that there was any particular villain look! That was to say, the person coming from the alley didn’t look threatening. He was thin, frail, even, and almost baseline human in appearance, with wavy brown hair, a nice shirt and a blazer, and a plain black umbrella. The only things that stood out about him were that he had two pupils and vividly cyan irises in each eye, and that his fingernails were painted that exact same color. Unless it wasn’t paint, and actually part of his quirk? Maybe a five-point or other specialized-contact quirk with a visual component? Not that Izuku should assume!

Oh! And he should really respond instead of just standing there, staring.

“Y-yep! That’s me! Th-the bone- bone breaking kid.” He smiled at the man, as brightly as he could.

“You look the same. I was worried you would be… different.”

“Ah, well, don’t worry! I didn’t get hurt that badly!” He was still alive, right? Even if Recovery Girl had said she wouldn’t heal him anymore… “I’m- I’m totally okay! But– Thank you for your support, mister!”

He bobbed a quick bow, then paused, unsure how to end this interaction. A stranger being concerned about him was… not quite a first, but… it usually ended pretty fast.

“I just… really want to shake your hand. Please.” The man held his right hand out, past the cover of his umbrella. “It would make me so happy…”

Izuku was immediately on guard. Maybe shaking hands upon first meeting someone new had been common in the past, but since the advent of quirks, it had become something reserved for the end of a meeting, one where people got to know each other fairly well, if that. Handshake events with celebrities required in-depth background checks and squeaky-clean records, and even then the celebrities usually wore gloves. Too many quirks were touch-based, too many quirks were destructive, or even just inconvenient, for the average person to feel okay with that kind of contact with strangers.

“I- I don’t know,” said Izuku, taking a step back. He didn’t want to be rude, and probably people asked heroes that all the time, but this was starting to get, uhm, uncomfortable. “I- I mean! I’ve still got all these bandages, so, it’s not very, um, good for me to be doing things with my hands!” He glanced at his own umbrella and cringed a little. “You know how it is. Injuries!”

The stranger’s expression - which Izuku was kind of having a hard time interpreting - didn’t change. He also didn’t put his hand down.

Against his better judgment, Izuku leaned forward. “Are you– Are you okay? Mister?”

The man crumpled suddenly. Izuku dropped his umbrella and rushed to his side, pulling out his phone. “I’m calling an ambulan–!”

The man’s hand shot out, grabbing Izuku’s wrist. His nails, sharper than they looked, dug into Izuku’s bandaged arm, deep enough to draw blood, and–

Several blocks away, well within the confines of UA, Yagi Toshinori’s eyes rolled up, into the back of his head, and he fell out of his seat, thoroughly derailing the staff meeting he’d been participating in.

“Pardon?” said Nezu. Answering the phone when perched on Aizawa’s shoulders was, perhaps, not entirely polite, but it was that or be underfoot while all of his very tall employees paced restlessly outside the nurse’s office. “One of our students was involved in what?”

This, of course, got the attention of absolutely everyone in the hallway. Excellent!

Not the student being involved in the incident, of course, but redirecting the staff’s attention to a problem that they could actually affect.

“Yes, yes, I will be there shortly,” he said. “Thank you for bringing this to our attention so promptly, Officer Tamakawa!” He hung up. “It appears as if one of our students was attacked by a villain on their commute and had an interesting reaction to the villain's quirk. Aizawa, Inui, I’ll need you to head to the hospital to confirm the student’s identity and to provide support.”

“Support?” asked Aizawa, both his eyebrows going up.

“The quirk in question has a psychological dimension, and there’s a worry that the student might lash out and injure themselves or others when they wake up.”

“Ugh,” said Aizawa. “Inui, you’ll have to drive. My eyes still aren’t back to normal.”

“Very good!” said Nezu, jumping down. “I will have the police send the relevant information directly to your phone!”

“Takashima Takuto,” said Tsukauchi, sliding into the chair across the table. "I have to say, I'm disappointed to see you again."

Takashima flexed his hands inside the special gloves the police force used to block his class of touch-based quirks and muttered unintelligibly.

"Do you remember the terms of your release?" asked Tsukauchi.

Takashima suddenly leaned forward, chest pressed flat against the heavy table between them. "You don't understand! I had to!"

"We'll get to that in a moment. Do you remember the terms of your release?"

"I-" Takashima leaned back. "I wasn't to use the active part of my quirk anymore."

"That's not entirely accurate. You're missing a few parts."

Takashima swallowed and began to bounce his leg up and down. "I was- I had to join the Fujitani Hospital psychiatric outpatient program, and I couldn't miss any appointments or medications."

"And?"

"And I had a- a work release where I could use my quirk… the active part of my quirk… if I had the… informed consent of the person, and approval of the hospital psychiatric board."

"Did you have either of those things when you used your quirk earlier today?"

"... No."

"So," said Tsukauchi, lacing his fingers together. "Explain to me what happened."

“I was– It was– It was self defense!”

Tsukauchi raised an eyebrow. “You’re claiming you were attacked?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“By a hero student?”

“... Yes.”

“Who you’ve never met before today?”

“It was– It was out of nowhere.”

“Alright. Where are your injuries, Mr. Takashima?”

“... What?”

“The boy you’re accusing of attacking you made it to the final eight in the UA Sports Festival. The arena had to be rebuilt after he and his last opponent were done with it. I find it difficult to believe that you were able to get away from him unscathed if he did attack you. Would you like to try again?”

“I- I- But if I- I had to, don’t you see? I’ve never seen anyone like him before!”

Tsukauchi sighed. “Can you explain that statement?”

“I saw him… Midoriya… I saw. With my quirk. On the TV. The sports festival. I saw him and I… didn’t believe it, at first. I’d never seen anything quite like that… The figments, they were hardly figments… The were… even more than Miss Inoue… almost real even without me… I had to.”

“Mr. Takashima, you recall that Miss Inoue almost died because of your reckless quirk use?”

“I was following the rules,” said Takashima. “I told her what my quirk did. I was a good psychiatrist. This will help him, too, Midoriya.”

“We have no idea what the long term effects on Mr. Midoriya will be,” said Tsukauchi. “As it stands, it sounds like you stalked him, ambushed him, and used your quirk on him without his consent.”

“I don’t… I had to. I had to make them real, once I saw them.”

“As it stands, it is recognized that you’re suffering from Compulsive Quirk Use Disorder, so, per your prior agreement with the prosecutor’s office, you’ll be remanded into a residential psychiatric program later today. Your lawyer’s been contacted, and should be able to give you more details.” Tsukauchi stood up.

“But,” said Takashima, weakly, “I had to.”

“No,” said Tsukauchi, “you didn’t.”

“A bit harsher than usual,” observed Akabane.

Tsukauchi scowled. “He’s almost killed half a dozen people with his quirk, and he always says the same thing, and his mother’s family always gets him out of facing real consequences. I’m tired of seeing him. Mental illness is not an excuse for mutilating people. This could have been prevented if the prosectors pushed for real intervention instead of that joke of a work release. There are medications he could be taking!” Tsukauchi angrily yanked a handful of paperwork out of the file folder on his desk and started filling it in.

“Still,” said Akabane.

“Midoriya is…” He let out a sharp sigh. “A friend of mine’s been mentoring the kid. I don’t really know him, but I know about him, and I don’t think my friend is going to take it well.”

“Ah,” said Akabane.

“It’s just– Do you know what happened to Miss Inoue? She was a patient of his, when he still had his license to practice. She had delusions of having worms crawling under her skin, eating her alive. She was lucky she didn’t have a detailed picture of what those worms looked like. They fell apart pretty fast. Mrs. Yamaguchi was another one of his victims; he convinced her to go off her antipsychotics so she could confront her hallucinations of her abusive husband. That stuck around a bit longer. Those are the worst two, but they’re not the reason he got put on probation. He started using his quirk on other people’s patients, and they reported him.”

“Nasty. But it sounds like he has a problem, too.”

“Yeah,” said Tsukauchi. “I just wish he’d gotten help for it faster.”

"Usually," said Dr. Aoki, as he led Aizawa and Hound Dog through the hospital, "the figments Mr. Takashima creates aren't so… lasting. Or detailed. Most of them lack significant internal organs or have other flaws that cause them to fall apart within a relatively brief period of time. Their creation also usually doesn't take such a toll on the host. I suspect the two things are related, but, well. You can see why we're so concerned."

"What kinds of figments are we talking about here?" asked Hound Dog.

"It's hard to say, precisely. Doctor - excuse me - Mr. Takashima worked with a broad spectrum of patients with an equally broad spectrum of disorders. If I had to guess, I would imagine some form of schizophrenia - that disorder can cause a wide range of detailed hallucinations - or Dissociative Identity Disorder - although that diagnosis has been controversial for years. Since the pre-quirk era at least." Aoki's hands fluttered. "We're far more concerned about physical ramifications, anyway, which is why we called you here. We have no idea how these figments might react to Mr. Midoriya or each other. We have them in separate rooms for now."

Aizawa sighed. "What are the figments of? What do they look like?"

"That," said Officer Tamakawa, who was escorting them, "is a whole extra problem." He stopped and opened a door, briefly. Aizawa and Hound Dog looked in. What was lying in the bed was unmistakable.

Tamakawa shut the door quickly.

"You see?" he asked.

“Was that a teenage All Might?” asked Hound Dog faintly.

#bnha #fic #my fic

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meiideryz · 2 months

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a ride home.

pairing: xiao dejun x reader

length: 1.48k

tags: alternative universe, friends <3, office au, post-celebration, rainy night, employee!xiaojun, employee!reader, fluff

warnings: implied vomiting.

dejun suppressed a laugh, waving at his intoxicated colleagues, their stumbling gait and woozy expressions hinting at the excesses of the poorly mixed cocktails they had consumed. while they stood there, his boss emerged from the scene, a briefcase in his grasp. "well done, everyone. you make me very proud of all of you."

he turned to face where their boss was standing. there was a smile lit up his face, conveying how much he enjoyed the party that everyone had meticulously planned and organized. those who remained sober, including dejun, expressed their gratitude to him for attending this special event for the company.

"i want each and everyone to get home safely, okay? see you all next week." the boss said, bidding farewell to everyone gathered in the venue before he headed out, leaving all of them behind.

dejun's other colleagues had just started undecorating and cleaning the area, and he eventually joined to help. his drunk colleagues unfortunately needed to get home before they vomit all over the place. after all, nobody wants to be cleaning up vomit at 11 o'clock in the evening.

when they soon finished, each colleague parted ways, leaving the building to go home. dejun however, had to stay behind to retrieve his valuables from the office as he remembered leaving it there, so he quickly dashed up the stairs, his steps echoing through the empty halls, climbing two floors to reach his destination.

before he left the building, he noticed that the windows were fogging up. he didn't even realize that it was raining by the time he got inside the office to get his things, and when he came down to head outside, it was still raining.

the air was cold, and dejun shivered.

he had to go inside to borrow an umbrella in the storage room before stepping back outside. the harsh downpour wasn't going to stop, and dejun had no choice but to walk to his car in the rain like this.

just when dejun was about to turn around, he noticed a figure standing in the shed. turns out it was just you, waiting for a taxi to come to drive you back to your residence. he watched you put your arms around yourself, trying to spread the warmth on your body.

there were no signs of taxis on the road, and dejun doubted that the rain would stop very soon, so gathered his courage to approach you under the shed. "hey..."

his voice filled your ears as you turned your head to see him in front of you with an umbrella in his hand.

"dejun? i thought you left already?"

"no, i left behind to get my stuff and i saw you here when i headed out," dejun responded. there was a hint of shivering in his voice because of the cold, so it made him sound like his voice kind of cracked in between his words.

"s-sorry." he cleared his throat, and he could see your lips lifting up into a smile.

"i get it," you tried to assure him from the voice crack, yet he could still see the suppressing smiles behind the hand that was covering your mouth. "it is really really cold."

to think about it, dejun also realized that you weren't wearing anything thick to keep you warm. he didn't want to be looking like a dick and leave you there under the cold hard and harsh downpour of the rain waiting for a taxi as well.

he moved closer to you as he looked into your eyes. "hey, uhm..." he paused, trying to build up the courage of approaching you like this.

"i don't think there will be taxis available in this hour and especially in this rain, so instead of waiting here, please, let me drive you home." it was a nice gesture, he wanted you to stay with him, otherwise you'd be all alone drenched in the cold rain, and he didn't want that to happen.

"really? thank you." dejun heard you say, and with that, he let his blazer gently fall from his shoulders as he placed it over your shoulders, the warmth of his blazer hugging your shivering body. he couldn't help but inhale of the citrus fragrance that lingered around him, but seeing the heat of waves rushed to your face, he quickly retracted back.

"what about you?"

"don't worry about me, dear. you're cold, and it's my job to keep you safe and warm."

after a long pause, he looked down at your hand. "may i?" he whispered to you with his hands trying to reach out for yours. when you gave permission, his own engulfed with yours, bringing you closer to him so that the umbrella could fit the two of you together.

"okay, now we run." dejun began.

he heard you laugh for a moment, and then he laughed too, both thinking that running under the downpour would be a bad idea. but none of you have a choice, it'll only get the two of you there faster.

"just don't let go, so you don't get slipped." dejun whispered. the hand intertwined with his seemed to hold tighter, he looked at you one more time, reciprocating the same tight squeeze on your hand before he counted down. "3...2..."

he watched you clutch onto the blazer he gave before you started running together towards the parked car. it didn't take long for the both of you to get inside the car in a swift motion, opening the door of the car as the two of you literally jumped inside out of fear of being drenched from the rain.

he laughed, gathering himself at his seat while one of his hands fixed the rearview mirror in front of him. "we're not gonna do that again anymore." a breathy exhale that also seemed to be a laughter escaped your lips, fingers combing your hair to fix it.

dejun kept quiet, staring at you in your passenger's seat. you looked so pretty, seeing your smile made his heart race a bit. he swallowed hard and looked away, avoiding to get caught before he turned the engine on of the car.

"you can rest while i drive, okay?" his voice filled your ears. when you gave a nod back at him, it was his sign to put his seatbelt on and drove off.

it was a very quiet ride. dejun's hand clasped around the steering wheel, and the other made its way to press the button for the windscreen wiper, to get the water out of the front window for him to see the road more clearly.

the only thing he was listening to is the static sounds of the radio, as well as the harsh pitter-patter of the rain dropping down on the far. he gave a glance in your direction, seeing that you were looking a bit uncomfortable.

he softly called for your name, only for you to furrow your eyebrows as you shut your eyes, short breaths coming out from you. dejun reached for your forehead before he let the back of his palm touch it. he pulled away quickly saying, "shit, you're burning up."

"w-what?" you weakly said. dejun needed to drive to your place as soon as possible, he needed to compose himself to avoid panicking while driving. "i'll drive there as soon as i can." assuring you to calm down, he kept one hand on the steering wheel once again, and the other reached for the glove box, fingers pressing the button to open it. " try to see if i have any cool fever patch inside there."

he watched you search from his peripheral vision before focusing back on driving, turning the wheel to move around to the corner. your place isn't that far from where you both are right now, and dejun soon noticed that the rain eased off as it turned into drizzle; the sight made him relieved.

dejun found you asleep during the rest of the ride, he tried to reach for your neck to check your temperature, but you were still burning. he was worried of course, he didn't expect that you would get sick this quickly, and he hoped for your fast recovery.

some time later, he slowly drove his car to the side to park. turning off the engine, he got off the car and walked around to the door of the passenger's seat to open it. dejun bent over to move closer to you as he gently shook you.

"we're here. come on, i'll get you to your room." his voice fluttered your eyes open, finding his. you didn't say anything and slowly got outside the car as well. dejun clasped his hand around your wrist, placing your arm around his shoulders, while the other was around your waist, pulling you closer and keeping you steady. "hang on, okay?"

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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boat boy | c.h

| calum hood x reader

summary: in which you meet calum on an accidental run in, thanks to your crazy pup. things take a turn for the best.

warnings: so much fluff ;) also plot holes galore LMAO i wrote this so messily. this isn’t my best work.

a/n: my friends begged for this so ! you ask and you shall receive <3

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“bella no!” you yelled, watching as she escaped from her harness and took off down the beach. you quickly picked your pace but it was already hard enough walking in the fine sand, running? good luck.

but you managed, “bella!” you yelled again trying to get her attention but she was too invested in the birds she was chasing. you continued to chase after her, embarrassing yourself in front of everyone there who just wanted to have a peaceful day at the beach. “shit” you mumbled to yourself, seeing as she seemed to get farther away. you tried picking up your pace but the sun had already worn you out.

calum saw this, he watched as you tirelessly chased after the pup, and seeing as no one looked concerned or offered to help he interfered. he pushed himself off the lounge chair and found his way jogging behind the dog before catching her easily by the collar. “easy there” he hummed.

everything felt in slow motion, you saw the stranger grab your dog but he did it so effortlessly. you were still a bit away so you hauled it to finally catch up.

“thank you..” you paused, catching your breath. “so much.” you finished with a laugh at the end. “she’s great at escaping”. he laughed, helping you get her back into the pink harness. “i know how it is, i have one of my own” he laughed. you stood up, bella now safely secured on her lead. “i’m y/n” you stuck your hand out, and he gently took yours. “calum” he smiled.

that was the first time you met calum hood, but little did you know that it would change everything.

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by the next morning, you were on the beach again. you woke up earlier than you wanted but you figured you could go for a walk with bella. this time you made sure her harness was secured. well, you thought it was.

“oh come on, bella!” you yelled, watching as she escaped and began chasing the birds in the distance. you began tanning after her again.

and just like a movie, calum had caught her once more. “you know, if you wanted to talk to me again you didn’t have to let her loose” he laughed. “you could’ve just walked up to me” he teased. you grinned, “it seems she has a mind of her own, and you seem to be on it” a laugh followed. calum smiled, “do you want a drink?” he offered, pointing back to his beach set up of an umbrella, chair, and a cooler.

“sure!”

hours passed, and the two of you sat in the sand just talking like you’ve known each other for years. this sudden spark was unusual for the both of you, calum couldn’t take his eyes off you. he was listening to every word spilling from your lips.

without realizing it, a lot of time had passed and it was already close to evening. “oh man” calum checked his phone, “i didn’t realize how long we’ve been talking. “i promised my buddies id meet them for a couple of drinks tonight” you both stood up, exchanging glances. “do you wanna come with? it’s a really nice bar, with a sick view” he offered, your eyebrows raised. “oh no, no. i wouldn’t want to intrude” you shook your head, and he quickly took out his phone. “no, i insist. especially since it seems bella is persistent about us seeing each other.” he handed you his phone. “you can put your number in and i’ll text you the address” he smiled.

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calum was a nervous wreck, he had given his number to possibly the prettiest girl he had ever met. he was dressed pretty casually, in a button-down and some jeans. it was good enough for a few drinks with his friends.

he sat at the bar with his friends, going around for drinks but he kept thinking about you.

was his approach too awkward? what if you didn’t show up? did he just make a fool out of himself? he downed his first beer, looked at the doors, and then spotted you. your black slip set, an oversized leather jacket, and boots to match. maybe it was a little dressed up for a bar on the beach but it was the only nice outfit you brought on this trip.

his eyes never left you once, as you approached you smiled. “too dressy?”

he shook his head getting up from his stool, “no, no, you look incredible” he smiled. you nodded, “good”.

for the entire night, he couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole night. the way you danced, the sound of your laugh. the feeling was indescribable. you made him feel all warm inside. he dreaded the end of this wonderful week. the day he had to say goodbye to you was the day he feared most.

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“what’s up, boat boy” you teased, “you saw?” you nodded, grinning. he shook his head. “why didn’t you call me? you could’ve joined us” you shrugged, “i finish packing. it’s fine!” you laughed, he frowned. “guess i should too” he shrugged. “hey, what about you come by later for dinner? i can order take out.” he offered. “sure! id love to” you nodded, “great!” he grinned, “come by at seven?” you nodded, “i’ll be there.”

“hey!” he grinned, opening the door and letting you inside. “hi, sorry i’m a bit early. i had to drop bella off with a friend” you walked inside. “it’s no problem, the food is here already.”

the next hours were full of talking, enjoying each other presence, sitting on his sofa while eating take out. the two of you talked, a lot.

“you said last time that you write music, what kind?” you brought up. he nodded, “well, that’s what this trip is for. just to take a break and clear my mind.” you nodded, “it must be something big, huh, boat boy?” you added. “third album.” he finished. “and don’t call me boat boy” he laughed. “whatever you say..” you trailed off. “boat boy”.

“dinner was great, thank you” you smiled.

“of course”. the two of you walked down the beach in silence.

“you look amazing” he spoke up.

“dont” you replied, smiling bashfully.

“why not?”

“because” you shrugged, the two of you stood on the sand underneath the moonlight staring back at each other. he grinned, a quiet chuckle followed by, “i cant compliment you?”. you shook your head, “it’s isn’t that” he reached for your hand, “what is it then?” you looked off towards the ocean.

“it’s just..this will all be over in two days” you sighed, meeting with his eyes again. “i guess i just wanna be selfish and stay here, with you” he smiled, pulling you into a tight hug. calum held you tightly, he wanted to remember your touch for the rest of his life, as if he would never see you again.

and that was a very real possibility. he didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but you were so perfect to him.

“i wish i could hug you forever” he hummed. “i don’t want to forget your touch”

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the water was cooler in the evening, you stood about ankle deep watching kids in the distance splashing their siblings and laughing as they did do. the waves came crashing down on your calves, you looked down, shifting your weight to one leg.

“i was looking for ya” he walked up behind you.

“yeah i’m just soaking up the ocean before i leave”

you looked over your shoulder and you were met with his eyes and a small smile tugging at his lips. his lips formed an ‘o’ as he walked stood next to you, watching the sun set over the horizon. “you know” you started, a smile crept on your lips.

“this whole vacation has felt like a cheesy rom-com” you laughed, his arm draped over your shoulder. he hummed, softly. “it’s been the best week of my life” he admitted, “mine too”

it soon fell quiet, “i’m not one to believe in love, but i think if it’s real, i found it with you. even if we’ve only known each other for a week.” you shared, leaning against his side. “i promise, i will find you.” he held you close, “but let’s just live in the moment”

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“there’s no way in hell that’s how the two of you met” ashton chirped, taking a swig of his drink. you shrugged, a sly smirk plastered on your face.

“no, it is” luke hummed, looking at ashton across the fire pit. “when cal was on that vacation y/n was all he ever talk about. to be honest i thought it was just going to be a fling, but here we are, four years later”

“and” you stood up, smiling. “he proposed” you held up your left hand, showing off the large diamond. crystal and sierra perked up, flying from their spots and running to your side.

calum couldn’t help but sit back, stare at his family, you and the other girls, and feel proud of his life and accomplishments, his biggest one being you. never in his lifetime did calum think he would ever have so much love for someone. but when you came along, he knew he was a goner.

#calum hood #calum hood angst #calum hood blurbs #calum hood imagine #calum hood fluff #calum hood fanfic #calum x reader #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5 second of summer imagines #5sos fan fiction #5sos #5sos x reader #5sos angst #5sos fluff #5sos smut #calum hood x reader #calum hood 5sos

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wingsofimagery · 6 months

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Rainy Encounter

🌧️ Summary: A quest to find him led you back into his arms for a short moment. It's been a while since you got to spend some time with the fire type. 🌧️ Characters: Entei!Hongjoong x Hinted Legendary!Reader (OT8 x Reader Series) 🌧️ Genre: Pokemon AU, Slice of Life 🌧️ Warnings: N/A 🌧️ Word Count: 1894 🌧️ A/N: There is an order to the story in a way. Subtly. I don't know what I was getting at with this LOL Happy birthday, Captain-nim~

Who knew legendary pokemon would be so sought out? Then again, they are legendaries for a reason. Unfortunately, that means you were also on a wild goose chase. It’s easier when you were friends with said legendary pokemon, though, since you have a general sense of where each other was.

As soon as news of another trainer seeking to fight your friend, an Entei, reached your ears, you jumped up from your seat and ran toward where you heard he was last spotted. If you closed in the distance, you would start feeling his aura better. You groaned when you saw a few new trainers outrun you. You only hope you get there first before anything happens.

You knew your friend was strong enough to protect himself, but the off chance that he would be outnumbered is not impossible.

You were breathing hard by the time you felt his aura more strongly. He was not far from you now. You turned at the sound of someone shouting, ‘Entei!’ Quickly, you ran in that direction, hoping it was nothing but a one-on-one situation.

When you got to the scene, there were three trainers there, waiting to attack him. Without a thought, you ran toward the legendary pokemon, shouting his name and alerting everyone of your presence.

“Hongjoong!”

Your hand rested against his mane as he paid attention to you. He noticed how out of breath you were and was about to ask you what was wrong when his senses went off. He put you on his back, then prepped to dodge the incoming attack. You let out a yelp in surprise when he jumped high up in the air, hands clutching tightly to his fur. A few more attacks were thrown his way until they realized a human was on the Entei’s back.

“Stop!” you heard one say, putting a pause to all the prepped attacks.

“You! Why are you on the Entei?”

You looked around, then pointed to yourself, “You’re asking me?”

“Yes.”

“Hongjoong’s my friend,” you simply answered.

Hongjoong did not wait any further. While everyone paused their attacks, he took the chance to plan an escape route. Before you could be questioned further, Hongjoong jumped out of the line of attack and ran off in the direction of his planned escape. You held on tight to him, legs clutching tight to make sure you did not fall off his back.

“Are you alright?” he asked through telepathy, eyes focused on getting far away from all other human beings.

“Yeah, of course! I was more worried for you, even though I know I don’t have to.”

“They were merely human children; the only harm they could cause was to you.”

He came to a stop, letting you get off of him. A moment of bright light engulfed him before he took human form. You grinned at him.

“Even if they tried, as long as you’re around, nothing will ever happen to me!”

He huffed, placing a hand on your head, then ruffling your hair affectionately.

“I’ll do my best to keep you safe, my princette.”

Hongjoong suddenly looked up at the sky.

“It’s going to rain soon.”

“Best we get out of it, huh?” You asked while you took your umbrella out.

“What’s up with that?”

“You like to pick up baby pokemon while we’re on the way. I’m not very fond of getting wet—you know that. You walk slowly anyway so they can keep up; this works out for the both of us.”

He laughed as he shook his head, finding this silly but allowing you to do as you pleased anyway. He shifted back into Entei, beckoning you to get on his back so he could start gathering the kids. You made a joke to him about how it felt like you two were parents on their way to pick up their kids from school.

“You wanna be the mother to my children?”

“Or the father. I’ll take on either role.”

“Sure, princette. Whatever you say,” he laughed.

As the two of you beckoned baby pokemon to follow you to a safe place, you found yourselves gathering a little more than a handful of them. The impending rain got closer, so Hongjoong decided he had wrangled enough kids to safety and began the short journey to the nearest shelter. The rain started to drip down from the sky not long after.

“We should pick up the pace, Joong,” you said while you opened the umbrella, holding an Oshawott close to your chest to shield him as well.

He nodded, then began to trot, instructing the babies to follow as closely as possible. He ensured not to get too far ahead as the young ones had tiny legs.

The Oshawott had fallen earlier, still not used to the new world. It seemed he was abandoned by his parents because there were no adult pokemon near him. All by his lonesome self, you were determined to help the little guy. Therefore, he was now seated comfortably on your lap, receiving a free ride from Hongjoong thanks to you.

A cave soon came into view. You smiled at the thought of getting out from the rain. As Hongjoong led the group into the cave, you hopped off his back. The baby pokemon gathered around the two of you while Hongjoong shifted back to his human form. His hair was dripping wet, and his clothes were slightly damped.

You shuffled the umbrella to the side, then took a towel out from your backpack and began to dry each baby pokemon to the best of your abilities. It was only a small group, despite being more than a handful, so it was easy to do so. The towel was pretty big and was able to mostly dry off the pokemon. You placed it on the floor for the babies to cuddle with. The material of this towel made it so that even after drying off, it would not dampen, making it a good survival material.

You took another one out for Hongjoong. You gestured to help him dry up, in which he turned toward you for you to do so. You ruffled his hair gently with the soft material, staring lovingly into his eyes with a small smile. This silent moment shared between the both of you was short-lived.

He had begun to lean in for a kiss when the Cyndaquill sitting nearby sneezed fire. The two of you dodged its little unintentional attack, laughing at the poor soul. You picked the poor baby up and cuddled it to give it warmth. Hongjoong huffed quietly at your interrupted moment but let it go to salvage a small fire for you.

With the help of the baby pokemon, who had gathered what tiny bit of wood they could on the way, Hongjoong transformed back into his pokemon form to spit fire at the stack of wood. It would not last long, but it was enough for a short while. He can keep you warm along with the baby pokemon.

“Did you get to eat?” He asked.

You shake your head, rubbing the back of your head with a bashful smile.

“I didn’t get a chance to. I had something before I saw you, but it was not much.”

He bit the strap of your bag and brought it over to you with a demand to eat something. You did as he said, but as you pulled out a pack of food to eat, you paused your movement. Your eyes glazed over, and you lost your luster as your body slumped to the floor.

Hongjoong was mildly alarmed but realized what was happening to you. In his human form again, he gathered you into his arms. He moved the both of you to a wall, then slid down against it. He waited for you to snap out of it. Your eyes were half-lidded, unmoving even.

The Oshawott looked on worriedly with his friends. Hongjoong smiled and patted his head.

“You worry not your little heads. They’re alright. They’re just being summoned. Duty calls.”

He explained no further than that, but it was enough for the babies to understand. Some time passed while they all waited quietly for you to return. The concern in the young ones never left until they knew you were okay. Just like he had said, your eyes slowly regained their livelihood.

“It seems the challenger was unsuccessful,” you told him, a hand going up to rub your tired eye.

“Were they strong?”

“Not nearly as strong as we would have liked them to be. They’ll try again in the future.”

Hongjoong passed your bag of food to you, “Eat up. Once you’re done, we should rest. You’ll be off again once the rain stops, right?”

You nodded, “Just like you will be as well.”

“Then let’s spend whatever time we have together.”

You ate the food in the bag with Hongjoong. The babies shared a bowl amongst themselves, with enough to go around. It did not take long for a food coma to hit you, though. Hongjoong noticed, so he transformed into Entei to catch you with his soft body. As you cuddled close to his warmth, the baby pokemon gathered around you two to sleep. The sound of rain echoed throughout the cave, and despite the coldness brought upon by the rain, everyone slept soundly.

The following day came quickly. You woke before anyone else and decided to bask in Hongjoong’s presence. You should head out soon, but you wanted to spend whatever time you had remaining before you left his side again. The world waits for no one, but at least the both of you have a long, long life ahead of you.

You heard a groan next to you. You looked up to see Hongjoong awakening from his slumber. You rubbed his snout with a smile.

“Good morning.”

“You sleep well? Were you warm enough?” He inquired.

“Joong… you’re basically a heater. You’re a fire pokemon.”

“Right…”

He went quiet. The silence was nice yet short. The sun blared into the cave, and the rays of warmth awakened the slumbering babies. As they all got up and mulled around, you began to get up, but not before kissing Hongjoong’s snout. A giggle left your lips as he huffed.

“If you’ll kiss me, please do it right.”

He also got up, taking on his human form for the umpteenth time. His arm went around your waist, leaning in close until your lips were a centimeter apart.

“Until the next time we meet again. Tell Wooyoung he owes me still,” he said before his lips pressed against yours in a fleeting, short kiss filled with adoration.

Parting from the kiss, Hongjoong shifted again. He bowed to you before pouncing off to his next destination. Wherever that is.

“Until we meet again,” you muttered, a soft smile gracing your lips as you, too, began your aimless journey. Although, it seems Hongjoong had subtly decided your next move for you.

You guided the baby pokemon out, waving goodbye to them all. Oddly enough, the Oshawott stayed.

“You want to be my companion?”

He excitedly exclaimed in reply.

“Alrighty then, come with me, Oli. That’s your nickname from now on, by the way.”

The two of you set off on your next journey.

Locate the Meltan!

#ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #kim hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong imagines

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jcgalaxy148 · 25 days

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And now ima post my stories here on Tumblr😈

This is a byler smut story so if you're not interested...DO NOT READDDD

TW: sexual content

Inspired by Cake by the ocean: DNCE

Will Byers:18

Mike Wheeler: 20

3 Person POV

Will decided that he'd break out of his shell and do something he'd probably never do.

And that was going to the beach. Yea he knows it's stupid that he wouldn't go to the beach unless he looked like someone completely different but today that changed.

Lucas, His best friend invited him to the beach and practically begged him to come. Will agreed because he thought Lucas was very attractive therefore he'd distract all attention from Will.

"This is gonna be so fun!" Lucas said as they walked towards the beach. They had also invited another one of their friends, Dustin.

"Alright sun block, Towels, Water, Snacks, Speaker, Umbrella, and" Dustin said unpacking everything after they finally found a place to sit. "My floaty" He said with a smile and sat it down.

"Alright Will help me set up please" Dustin asked and Will agreed. Lucas was already off playing volley ball with some beach boys and was completely distracted.

After the two boys set up they sat down on their towels. "Alright could you help me put this sunscreen on?" Dustin asked and once again Will agreed. After helping Dustin, Dustin helped him and he was off to the ocean.

"I'll be back promise" Will nodded and Dustin waddled off to the crashing waves of the sea. Will was very much pale and thought a sun tan would do him quite nicely. So he moved his towel out into the sun, played some of his music on the speaker, put on his sun glasses and began tanning.

When he closed his eyes he felt like he was the only person in the world and just tuned out all noises that you could possibly hear from the beach.

Soon enough he turned off his back and onto his stomach and just rested on his forearms. He smiled to himself as the heat made him feel nice.

Now, Mike was a lifeguard and he was sitting inside of the post watching over the beach...Or watching the guys play volleyball. He smirked to himself as he bit on his whistle watching the guys run around and hit the ball.

He admired their bodies and their smiles, if he could see them, but soon enough his eyes moved from them and began scanning the rest of the beach for any hot guys.

And that's when he spotted Will laying down on the towel, ass up and tanning. Mike bit his whistle hard and just starred at the boys body and now he wanted a closer look.

He stood up and walked out of the post taking his hair and tying it up out of his face. Once he made it close to Will but not close enough that he looked weird he just starred. And especially at his ass.

"Fuck he's fine" Mike thought to himself and built up enough courage to walk over and bend down beside him. "Hey" He said and Will opened his eyes to the unfamiliar voice and turned his head.

Once he saw Mike he immediately blushed at how good this guy looked. "Hi?" Will said and Mike looked him up and down.

"You look nice out here" Will was shocked that someone was...flirting with him?

"T-Thanks" Mike chuckled at how cute Will was and put a hand to his shoulder.

"My names Mike, I'm the lifeguard and you are?" "W-Will" Mike smiled "cute name, Will."

Will couldn't believe that someone like Mike was calling him cute, he was practically a God compared to him.

"Soo do you want to...get out of here?" Mike asked and now Will had a dilemma.

Did he go with the hot lifeguard or stay with his friends. Well the only reasonable option was to stay with his friends but...

This guy was so fricking hot!

"Uh alright" Mike was shocked and lost all confidence at this very moment because when he'd ask these questions the other person would say no 90% of the time.

And the other 10% wouldn't even let Mike hit!

"Uh alright then let's gooo..." "let's go get icecream" Will said with a smile and Mike smiled and nodded.

"Let's go then" Mike waited for Will to get up and then they left.

"Theres a little bar over there they probably have icecream" Mike suggested and Will agreed.

"So is this a date you've asked me on?" Will questioned and Mike smirked "yea, you could call it that."

Will was now smirking "how old are you?" Mike looked at him and then smiled "how old do you think I am?" Will thought for a moment.

"18?" Mike smiled and looked Will up and down "your 18 honey I'm 20" Will blushed from the name and walked a little quicker.

This made Mike get behind Will and all he did was stare down at the way his hips were moving and how nice his ass was.

"You are so fine" Mike said and barley realized he had said it. Will smiled and turned to him.

He felt like he had know Mike for years yet he's only know him for 5 minutes.

"You don't look so bad yourself" Will said as they finally made it to the bar.

After dying of laughter from stupid stories and getting to know each other more they finsished their icecream and left.

"I should probably head back to my friends" Will said but Mike was quick to protest.

"How about you come back to the post with me" Mike said and Will sighed looking down at his phone at the message Lucas had sent to him 10 minutes ago.

"Dustin said you left with some dude? He better be hot or I'll kill you for leaving" Will rolled his eyes and decided to fuck it.

"Sure why not" Mike smiled like he'd never smiled before wanting only to fuck Will.

But that was the feeling he had before he got to know Will now he wanted him to be his boyfriend.

It might be crazy but first he had his eyes on his ass and now he had his eyes on his heart, wanting to find out more about this cute boy.

They got to the post and Mike took him inside and the place was much bigger then Will had imagined.

"This'll probably be unsafe but eh people should learn how to swim" Mike said closing the door and locking it then shutting all the blinds inside.

"What's going on? You gonna kill me?" Will said with a nervous laugh and Mike rolled his eyes.

"That's the last thing I'd do" he said before backing Will up against the wall and looking down at him.

"Is this okay?" Mike asked and Will almost died from the current interaction. Mike looked a million times better in the dimmed lighting and looked just as hot.

"Y-yea" Will said and Mike smiled "great" he said right before smashing his lips into Will's.

Will kissed back the best he could because he had only kissed someone like 5 times?

Mike pulled away and smiled "Let's go on another date" Mike said and Will smiled.

"When?" "Tommorow,

at the mall" Will smiled and kissed him "sure thing."

He smiled and let his hand slip to Will's ass and he grabbed at it with Will blushing a very bright red.

"You won't believe how bad I've wanted to do this since I saw your ass" Mike said leaning forward and kissing his cheek.

"What?" Will said and Mike laughed "you looked really fucking good out there and I just needed you" Will smiled as he felt his heart beat faster.

This has never happened to him before he had never had words like this said to him.

"T-Thanks" Mike laughed "not what your supposed to say, doesn't matter I need this, I need you."

Will was still dying of a literal heartattack as Mike kissed his neck and grabbed at his ass.

He moaned a bit as Mike bit his neck a bit and he quickly covered his mouth. "Sorry!" He said and Mike smiled uncovering his mouth.

"It was cute baby, keep doing it" He went back down into Will's neck and Will just let lose moaning when Mike would bite a sweet spot.

Eventually he sat down on the very big lounge chair in the back and motioned for Will to come over.

Will blushed and walked over and Mike pulled him down essentially making Will sit on his lap.

"You are one of the prettiest boys I've seen at the beach ever" He whispered to Will and kissed at the back of his ear.

"Y-you too" Mike smiled and started skimming Will's sides with the tips of his fingers.

"I've never seen you around the beach before" Will nodded "it's my first time" Mike was now nodding "figured."

"So everything that's about to happen I just wanna make sure it's okay" Will thought about it and wouldn't mind letting Mike do whatever he wanted to him.

"It's okay" Mike smirked "great now get on your knees" Will knew what was happening and smiled getting on his knees and bitting his lip as he saw the bulge poke through Mike's swimsshorts.

"I'm not gonna do it" Mike said putting his hands behind his head and Will rolled his eyes taking Mikes pants down and letting his hard cock spring out.

Will blushed at the sight seeing at how big it was and prayed if they did have sex that it didn't hurt cause it's been a while since he's had sex.

He leaned over and licked the tip it tasted a bit salty like the beach Will smiled and put his whole mouth around Mike's dick.

"Holy shit" Mike said shaking a bit as Will took his whole dick into his mouth and began sucking deeply.

"W-Wow your g-good at this" Mike said gripping onto the handles of the seat as Will continued to slobber all over his dick.

Will pulled off and began stroking it "I have experience" Mike smiled "so your a whore?" Will quickly shook his head "No no I've just done this like 5 times."

Mike nodded "well I hope my dick is the only dick you'll be sucking for a while" Will smiled "how about forever?" Mike smiled too and ran his hand threw Will's hair.

"Yea maybe" Will blushed and went back down on Mike but eventually Mike pulled Will up "I wanna cum inside that pretty ass darling."

Will smirked "not if you have aids or stds" Mike rolled his eyes "I don't, don't worry, do you?" Will laughed "Nope, no stds."

"Great looks like I'm going in raw" Mike took Will by the wrists and practically threw him onto the chair after getting up.

"Finally I can see your ass in full effect" Mike said bitting his lip as he pulled Will's pants down and all he could do is smile.

"Well I was quite lucky finding this cake by the ocean" Will rolled his eyes "don't be corny."

Mike laughed and took his hands grabbing onto Will ass and gripping hard. "My God your like, so hot" Will blushed "stop buttering me up and get to the point."

Mike smiled "So needy" He said before grabbing his ass one more time and diving in. (curled writing that)

Will let out a sharp moan as Mike slipped his tongue inside and started eating him out. "Oh Mike~ ah" Mike smiled hearing him moan his name and started flicking his tongue around more.

Will gripped onto the handles like Mike had, and clenched his jaw. The feeling was very overwhelming, Will could barley remember the last time this had happened to him and he had definitely forgot how good it feels.

Mike eventually pulled out and smacked Will's ass. "Ready for the good part?" He said and Will turned up and placed a kiss on Mike's chin. "Ready" they both smiled and Mike leaned over placing a kiss on Will's lips.

Mike spit on his hand and lathered his dick in the spit then he placed the tip at Will's entrance.

Will shook from the feeling and when Mike pushed in making Will yelp"G-geez your s-so big" Mike blushed "Don't say that" He said covering his face and begining to push in and out.

Will smiled weakly and began to moan a little louder as Mike got quicker. Mike looked down and smirked loving everything about how his dick was deep in Will's perfect ass.

"Oh my gosh Will I pray I'm good enough for you I-I want you forever" Mike said throwing his head back and thrusting in even harder gripping onto to Will's shoulders.

Will thought about everything Mike was saying and wondered if he only wanted him for his body, well his ass or to actually love him.

"Do you really wanna be with me" Mike could barley focus But he started to rub Will's shoulders still trying to listen to his quiet moans.

"I-I do, and not just for your b-body, y-you seem very very sweet a-and i want to treat you- ah fuck" Mike could barley get through his sentence but Will had heard enough and smiled.

He pulled forward making Mike's dick slip out of him He grabbed Mike's shoulders after standing up and throwing him onto the chair getting on his lap and putting his legs through the openings of the chair.

Mike was very out of it but he was enjoying every second that he was paying attention too. "Then I'm going to treat you just as good" Will grabbed Mike's dick and stroked it a little before sitting down and sighing.

Mike sighed too and grabbed onto to Will's ass as Will began to move back and fourth on Mike's dick. Will leaned forward and kissed Mike's lips and sped up his pace.

The feeling was incredible for the both of them as the room became full of Mike's groaning and Will's moaning.

"Oh my gosh your a-amazing" Mike whispered and Will could barley muster a smile as he legs began to quiver.

Mike felt this and decided to take control grabbing onto Will's ass and starting to fuck up into his ass and Will was moments from cumming all over Mike.

His eyes got blurry and his legs began to shake as he tried to tell Mike he was going to cum "M-Mike" Mike started rubbing his thighs because he had a feeling he already knew what Will was going to say.

"I know babe, I know" Will nodded as his lip quivered and Mike took this opportunity to started stroking Will's cock.

And that's all it took for Will to cum all over Mike and himself and Mike didn't take long to cum right into Will's ass.

They sat there for a moment before Will leaned into Mike's neck and smiled kissing it softly.

"So were still going on that date?" Will smiled and leaned up kissing Mike and Mike kissed back before letting him go.

"Of course" "I know this is weird but I feel like I've known you for forever" Mike said and Will giggled "Me too."

The exchanged numbers after sitting in the back and then eventually they heard banging on the door.

"Damn I'm coming" Mike opened the door and to Will's surprise he saw both Lucas and Dustin.

"Finally I have no clue what you do but our friend is missing" Dustin said and Will walked over and looked at them.

"Hey" Will said and Dustin started yapping about how he almost floated half way across the Paciffc because he fell asleep.

"I'll call you" Mike said and Will smiled walking over and kissing him on his cheek "Bye Mike" Mike held his cheek and blushed very bright watching as Will walked away.

But his eyes always landed right back to Will's swaying hips and ass.

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