#i finally have time away from my crazy work schedule to spend time on this damn ass webbed site
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Friday Nights
Valeria Garza x fem!reader
Note: It’s been a while lol, writing has been such a chore lately it’s my passion so I refuse to give up on it. I’m working on a part two to Everything is Falling Apart, but I know it’s going to take a while so here’s this short little piece to tide y’all over until I do get around to finishing, editing, and posting it
Summary: You meet an alluring woman at the club you frequent.
Warnings: alcohol, clubbing, nothing angsty tho
Word count: 1033
The music is loud, the room is bathed in a mix of colorful light and shadows from bodies tightly packed together. A buzz resounds, chatter, laughter, fun. Yeah, this is your scene alright.
You could dance the night away with your friends, and from the moment you put on the outfit which flattered all of your best features, you knew that that was exactly what you intended to do. The smell of sweat and perfume was one you knew well, and as your brow glistened you felt right at home.
The compact feeling of the dance floor could make someone feel claustrophobic, like they were being suffocated by the touching of dozens of bodies against one another. To you, the feeling was a comfort, a grounding touch that was promised at the end of every week no matter how rough. It was a feeling you could only pull yourself away from for one reason.
The effect of the shots you took hours ago began to fade and you couldn’t have that, your night is hardly over. This is what lures you away. You alert one of your friends that you are headed to the bar before slipping your way through the crowd. The bartender knows you well, you frequent and she works Friday nights so she sees you often, often enough to know that you want a little something that’s fruity but strong. She switches it up every time, just like you like. Some part of you used to have a crush on her, but you aren’t naive and you know how to spot a straight woman. A shame, really, you never find anyone cute to go home with at this place.
Maybe your confidence is intimidating, maybe your outfits are too bold, or maybe, just maybe, you have a hard time getting asked out because you spend too much time dancing to talk and you’re always, always with your girls, never alone. Save for the frequent trips you make to the bar for another round.
The bartender places your drink in front of you, and you reach into your purse in search of your wallet. Not one to keep an ongoing tab, you usually opt to pay for each drink individually, that way you don’t go too crazy on the spending. It seems this time you don’t have to worry about that, though, because a hand is placed on your shoulder, stopping you, as a smooth voice says “this one’s on me.”
You see the woman hand the bartender her card and you turn to her, having to hold yourself back from audibly gasping. She’s gorgeous, strong cheekbones and long lashes, framed by dark shoulder length hair. Not to mention her impeccable style, she wears loose black slacks and combat boots, but the main feature that has caught your attention is her shirt. A dark red satin button up, the sleeves rolled up and the buttons so generously undone, giving you a view that you struggle not to stare at. The red looks good against her warm skin tone and you can’t tell which you’d rather touch, the silky shirt, or her smooth skin.
You realize you’ve been staring entirely too long, scolding yourself for half a second before smiling and thanking the woman for the drink.
“I haven’t seen you around here before,” you say, desperate to keep the conversation going. You finally have an opportunity to flirt with a stunning woman and by god are you going to take it.
She smiles at you, eyes smug, you can tell she knows she has you hooked and a part of you really likes that idea. “I could say the same.”
You furrow your brows, trying to think if you have ever seen her before. You draw a blank, “I’m here almost every Friday.”
She hums, “I’m here Wednesdays, guess I’ll have to change up my schedule. You come here alone or?”
“With friends,” you point to your girls, “nothing takes the edge off the week quite like dancing the second the weekend starts. What’s got you coming on Wednesdays? Unconventional work schedule?”
She laughs, eyes half lidded, “something like that.”
You bat your lashes at her and she wonders if you know what power you hold with just a blink of your eyes, it prompts her to elaborate
“I own the place,” half of her is just answering your question, the other half is flat out bragging in hopes to impress you.
“Seriously?” The smirk on her face leads you to believe she’s messing with you but she nods. You want to stare slack jawed but you refrain, instead smiling wide and responding, “well then I’d better stay on your good side, it’s a nice establishment you run here.”
“A business is only as nice as the people in it,” her eyes trace your figure from bottom to top, you spot a hungry looking glint, “and, well, if you frequent then I suppose I run the nicest establishment in town.”
The line was cheesy, yet still you find your knees weak along with the feeling of blood rushing to your face.
“You uhm-“ you stumble over your words, hoping to go you don’t sound as anxious and giddy as you feel. Your intense eye contact makes up for it, ensnaring the woman before you, “you like to dance?”
Her smirk grows, shifting into something more like a smile, “I love to, you?”
“Yeah me too.” You cautiously take one of her hands, continuing to hold eye contact as you gently pull her in the direction you’d come from, “I’m y/n, by the way.”
As your feet meet the dance floor, she pulls you close, her hands meeting your hips as they’d been aching to do since she’d seen you standing there at the bar. She can dance well, you can tell before you’ve even started, her stance is impeccable and there’s not a hint of hesitation on her. You know you’ve got a full night ahead of you, and you don’t find yourself complaining, “Valeria.”
You repeat it, tasting her name on your tongue. It sounds good, so very good, “I like it.”
And there it is again, that smirk.
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Hii! How are you doing? Can you please write hurt to comfort with Jungkook, when he walks out to cool off after an argument and Y/n thinks he left her? :)
i'm doing well, i hope you are too! i kinda got carried away on this request and wrote a lott of angst haha... (it hurt my heart)
never go to sleep angry - jjk.
summary: one of the most important rules of your relationship was to never go to sleep angry. when the rule was ignored, it led to an argument and a huge misunderstanding.
word count: 5.0k
genre/warnings: established relationship, a lot of angst, comfort, misinterpreting words, argument between them, y/n feels really shitty, mutual confusion, cute ending though
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There was one rule that you and Jungkook always had set up in your relationship. It was one of the reasons that you two were able to stay together for so long. How you had gotten through so many tough times, arguments, and disagreements. One thing that you two agreed on for the past 4 years you had been together.
Never go to sleep angry.
Even though it seems like something that may not matter too much, it had always worked for you two. Being in a relationship meant disagreeing on things. Relationships could be hard, but loving Jungkook was always easy. He made all of the hard times worth it. There weren't many things the two of you fully argued about because of this one rule. Communication was key in your relationship, and the two of you were always able to deescalate the situations so they wouldn't blow up.
It was the rule until now, it seemed.
If you had realized the way that you were making your boyfriend feel, it could've turned out so different. He hadn't spoke up about it because he knew how stressed you were. Later hours at a job meant that you didn't have time for the things you used to. After covid wiped through the world, your company had taken a huge hit. Budget cuts meant people being laid off of their jobs, and the ones that weren't fired got their work loads doubled, or even tripled.
Your job was a work at home -- returning late from work hadn't been the problem. Even if it was, Jungkook knew. He understood how consuming work could be, but he had been working crazy hours everyday since he was 13. He knew how his schedule worked and how to arrange things to make time between the two of you. This workload was new for you, and so he didn't get angry when you were stuck to your laptop for hours after your scheduled workday ended.
It was more of the way you dealt with the stress that got to him. Being stressed meant that you had been getting more irritable. If he tried talking to you when you were working, he was met with a dry "mhm" or a short look that told him you weren't interested. If he tried actually getting your attention, he would just receive snippy answers. He was trying to be understanding, but that also meant ignoring the most important rule of your relationship. Just like you tried to prevent, everything blew up.
"I've just been stressed out, Jungkook! I thought you said you understood!" You shouted at your boyfriend. What had turned into a simple conversation about him asking if you could spend your free day going on a date for the first time in a couple months had turned into this argument. You wanted to take the single free day off to rest your fingers from typing until your fingers locked up, he finally felt the festering irritation out, and it wasn't turning out pretty.
"I do understand, _____! If anyone does, it's me! You've been thinking about yourself this whole time! I try to be nice, I try to be understanding. You just shut me out! Just because you're stressed out or having a hard time doesn't mean you're allowed to treat me this shitty!" You were almost speechless as you listened to him vent to you about his feelings. You had been trying to justify yourself, but the longer this argument continued, the more you realized how you had been treating him.
"I tried so hard. You only try to push me away now. I've always had draining schedules, but I never took it out on you. I knew that this whole thing was new for you, I gave you time to adjust. But I just can't stand this anymore!" Jungkook groaned, putting his face in his hands. You had become ignorant about how your boyfriend felt, trying too hard to explain why you were treating him this way. He had enough of this. You were angry right now, and anger led to you being irrational.
He knew that he needed to get out of the house before the two of you said anything else you regretted. He didn't want the two of you to be blinded by anger and the best thing to do was to cool down. He tried to take in a deep breath as he turned around to walk towards the coat rack. You watched in disbelief as he started to put on his coat and lace up his shoes. Was he really walking out on the argument?
"Are you serious right now!? You started this argument, and now you're just trying to walk away from it?!" You accused him, crossing your arms over your chest. All Jungkook did was shake his head to himself. If you wanted to be petty, then it was only fair for him to do the same. He wasn't going to let himself be a personal punching bag anymore.
"You're right, I am walking away. I can't do this, ______. Get your shit together." You only scoffed at what he said, rolling your eyes in annoyance. Too consumed by your own pride, you didn't say anything as he left, didn't try to stop him. If he wanted to walk out, that was his problem. You felt like you had an excuse for the way you had been. You hadn't even realized how badly your treatment had gotten.
You spent most of the day grouchy now, too sidetracked to focus on your work. The argument happened pretty early in the afternoon, meaning you got most of the day to think about it. You knew he was going to come back before it was bedtime, or at least you thought you knew. Because it had been the most important rule, right? So you spent the whole day trying to formulate an argument to use against him.
The longer you thought about it though, the more uneasy you felt about the situation. It was growing later and later with every passing minute, and there was no sign of your boyfriend. No text or call, no jingling of his keys in the doorway, not even a text from his brother asking what had happened. Him and his brother were very close. He was usually the person Jungkook went to whenever you got into arguments, and his brother had even helped the two of you. He always texted when Jungkook showed up at his place, but there were no notifications.
You had already taken your nightly shower and was sitting on the bed in silence, huffing to yourself. He was being too petty, you thought. Why couldn't he just understand that you were busy? He was one of the busiest people in the world after all, he should be understanding that you didn't have hours of the day to dedicate to your relationship anymore like you used to be able to do.
While stuck in your thoughts, you sort of froze. He was one of the busiest people in the world. He had countless shoots for music videos, songs, magazines, variety shows. Your boyfriend was a member of one of the most renowned music bands. He spent almost everyday practicing and even spent nights in the studio trying to perfect things. If anyone knew what it was like to live a busy life, it would be him. You'd seen how busy his schedules, how full they were. He had something almost everyday.
Yet he still made time for you.
You recounted all the times he had come home tired from work or exhausted from a performance. The days he returned with a frustrated or irritated expression from something that happened at work. Not one of those times did he ever take it out on you. He never let things that happened outside your relationship affect how he treated you. Before covid happened, he would be gone even more. Even though he had more time after the pandemic, things were getting back into motion.
He shared how overwhelmed he had been with everything. 2020 had been a break that he didn't even know he needed. He loved his fans, loved his band. But even then, he was still human. Not a machine that could work and be pushed through his schedules. When everything shut down, it meant him also being locked in his house and quarantined from everything. Now that there had been vaccinations and the urgency of the virus had died down, he was thrown right back into everything he had gotten used to being away from.
He had an album releasing soon, and it was taking a lot from him to get back into the flow of things. But he never blamed you for it. Before your job had you working crazy hours, he never got angry whenever you called him during his practices or came to surprise him at his workplace, taking away from his rehearsal time. Because it wasn't your fault for wanting to spend time with him or see him.
A pit was beginning to form in your stomach as you stared down at your lap. All of those times where you interrupted him from his work, you never realized how frustrating it could feel. Not until now when you were also working hard to produce quality work. You thought about all of the times he might've been irritated because he was trying to practice or so close to getting something right, and you came to stop him.
Yet every time he saw you, he was so excited and treated you with love. Even if you were distracting him from his job of performing in front of millions, even billions. Yet you had been doing the exact opposite. You were blaming him for wanting to spend time with you. Mad at him just because he wanted some time with his girlfriend. Fuck, you had been an idiot. Created an unnecessary argument just because you forgot to appreciate him.
You immediately reached for your phone, pressing the contact at the top of your favorites list. It was late now, almost 9pm, and you were worried. You wanted to at least see when he was coming home so you could be sure to stay up until then. You wanted to follow through with your number one rule and wait for him. You wanted to be waiting by the door when he came through to apologize to him.
Frowning when the call immediately went to voicemail, you were almost sent into a stupor. He always answered your calls, no matter what. It was strange for the phone go straight into voicemail, because in his car he always had a phone charger. One quick glance out of your window was the confirmation you needed, he did take his car.
He had his charger with him. Did that mean he was ignoring your calls then? The phone didn't even ring before it went to voicemail, quicker than any person could decline a call. You weren't someone who worried too easily, but whenever something didn't feel right it made you extremely anxious. This was one of those moments right now. There was something off about the whole situation and you didn't know.
You tried his phone at least two more times, and the same thing happened. Not even a single ring. Every time you were met with the voicemail the two of you had recorded together a couple years ago, the giggling one you recorded with him saying that if he wasn't answering the call, he was probably too busy with his beautiful girlfriend. Your heart hurt when you heard that. How much things had changed scared you.
You went to text him, sending a few messages asking if he was okay. You stared down at the notice that the message had failed to send, the frown in your face getting even deeper. You went back into your contacts app, calling his brother instead. To your short relief, the phone was ringing. But after a few long rings, the phone also went to voicemail. You felt the urge to throw your phone at the wall but instead just cursed under your breath.
You weren't even sure how slow or fast the time was passing right now. All you could do was blankly stare down at your phone, hoping for a call. Had the argument been that bad? Was he really not going to come home after 4 years of sticking to that rule? The clock was nearing 12AM now and you were fidgeting nervously. Going over the argument over and over in your mind again. One particular line suddenly caught your attention.
"You're right, I am walking away. I can't do this, ______."
Your heart practically dropped as you remembered that. It was something you overlooked in the moment because you had been so angry with him, so consumed by your own pride. Those were words he never said to you. Sure, he had left the house a few times to cool down when arguments got too heated. But he would always leave with a reminder that he would be back before dark, that he was going to his brother's house.
Did you really ruin the relationship? All because you had been too focused on your work? You could feel your heart beginning to pound in your chest. He told you that he was walking away from you, that he wasn't going to do this anymore. This, as in the relationship? And you didn't do a thing to stop him when he left. You were so stupid.
Now all of the worst thoughts were going through your mind. Any rationality was leaving you. The calls weren't going through still. Had he blocked you? That was the only conclusion you were believing at the moment. You had been treating him like he was a nuisance for the past few months even though he had always been nothing but loving towards you no matter how crazy his schedule became.
You had been ignoring him whenever he wanted to do something with you or tell him something that had happened during his work. You had taken the small amount of free days you got and spent time relaxing and focusing on yourself rather than spending time with the person you loved more than anything, the person who loved you more than anything. You forgot that a relationship was about loving someone even through hard times.
Any hope you had for yourself was draining as you dug yourself into an even deeper hole. You were someone who worried a lot, but it was something that Jungkook had always helped you work out. Without him here, the problems were coming right back. Especially because this was about him. You had been an asshole of a girlfriend and he had enough. He left, walked out, and blocked you.
All of the years in your relationship felt like they were coming back at once. All of the years you spent together. Loving each other unconditionally. You comforting him whenever he was anxious and insecure, him surprising you with date nights or coming home from trips early to spend time with you. Spending his free days surprising him with things like his favorite dinner. You guys argued as well, but it was what happened in any healthy relationship.
This didn't feel like an argument anymore. Usually they would be resolved, this just felt like the end. You were a shitty girlfriend and he could probably find anyone much better. There were so many girls out there who admired him like a god, who would treat him as such. Girls who didn't take who they got for granted until it was too late and they had already gone.
He left. He was really gone. Those words kept repeating in your mind, and yet it felt like everything was a dream. It felt like you couldn't breathe at the moment. You were the reason this happened. The panic attack was coming quicker than you could stop it, and it was hitting at full force. The clock read 2AM by now. You had been sitting in the bed since 8PM waiting for him to walk into the bedroom. He wasn't coming.
Your whole world was crashing in on itself. Tears were welling up inside your eyes as you laid back on the bed, not feeling enough strength to hold yourself upright again. As you laid down on the bed, you were greeted with the smell of your boyfriend. Was he even your boyfriend anymore? His scent flooded your senses, the familiar smell you'd grown to love so much over the years. It was your breaking point.
With shaky hands you grabbed the blanket, hugging it to your body as the sobs started. Your whole body was trembling with them, curled up as you tried desperately to grasp onto what you felt like was the last of your relationship. The only thought in your mind was that all of this was your fault. Like the ignorant person you were, you lost the most important person to you.
You felt like you would do anything to fix this. To just get one more chance to see him. You would beg at your knees if you needed. Anything to promise him that you would be a better girlfriend to him. But he wasn't going to give you another chance. You only realized now how insignificant your work seemed when he left you. You'd been too distracted by your work that you forgot about the one thing that was more important.
You wanted to do so many things. Scream, throw your laptop at the wall, go out and look for him. But you just couldn't. The realization you felt, the pit in your stomach, the overwhelming sense of guilt. It was all too much for you to move a single limb. You felt overly nauseous, like you would throw up if you moved.
You weren't someone that was completely dependent on Jungkook. You didn't need him to go about your day correctly. You could spend time apart with him. It was something you actually got used to with him going off on tours. But at this moment, it felt like your world was caving in on you. He was the one person who was always there for you no matter what, and now you had to come to terms with that changing. You sobbed even harder as you realized that.
This was the state that Jungkook saw as he walked back into the house. He knew that he had been gone for a long time, well over 12 hours. He had been cooling off by himself. He didn't even know how long he'd been out. His brother had been gone on vacation, meaning that he didn't have a place to go to. He didn't want to bother his bandmates with his relationship problems, so he could only think of one thing.
He spent the whole day hiking. One of the things he had done as a child growing up in Busan, it was something that helped him clear his mind. He drove a couple hours to the mountains and spend a big majority of the day in the nature. He had no service when he was out there, which helped him refrain from calling you before he had the opportunity to sort out his thoughts.
It had been well past nightfall when he got back down the mountain and he hadn't even realized how late it was. Not until he gained his signal back after he spent even longer at the small village by the bottom of the mountain. He had spent quite a while speaking to some of the elders that he lost track of time and saw it was nearly midnight. He had quickly said goodbye and promised to visit again before leaving.
It was only when he had gotten back onto the main highway that his signal returned and the notifications flooded his phone. He frowned as he looked at all of the missed calls from you, the worried texts. Your most recent one was the most concerning one, one that you had sent just twenty minutes prior.
"i'm sorry i was so shitty. i can pack all of my stuff and be gone in the morning."
He was confused as to why you were texting him that. Why were you packing your stuff and talking about leaving? He tried to call you multiple times, but none of the calls picked up. His own panic was building up as he stepped on the gas, speeding more than he would've liked to admit. It was a two hour drive back and right now he was cursing himself for picking a place so far away.
You usually never called or texted him when you were separated to cool down from arguments, so he knew that something was different this time. He couldn't think of what was different this time, what had happened that led to you saying that you would be packing up to leave. Was he too harsh on you? Should he have just pushed the problem off even more?
You didn't even register the sound of the door opening, too consumed by your grief. Jungkook had rushed into the apartment, looking around for you. He checked the living room first, and then went straight to the bedroom. He stopped completely in his tracks when he saw you. Curled up on the bed into a ball, clutching your shared blanket to your chest, shaking with quiet and violent sobs.
For a few moments he could do nothing but stare at the sight. Wondering if he really had been too hard on you. He didn't think that his words were too harsh when he was saying them. He had only been speaking his feelings. But as he watched you right now, he felt his heart shattering. He never wanted this. He regretted ever saying anything.
You jumped as you felt a hand lay on your shoulder. Your eyes were swollen from all of your crying, you could barely make out the sight of Jungkook knelt down beside you, frowning with immense concern. You almost couldn't believe that he was right in front of you. Your sobs died down a bit as the two of you stared. You were the first one to break down.
"J-Jungkook, I'm so sorry. I was too consumed with my work and I didn't realize how shitty I treated you. You were right. You've always been so busy with work and you never treated me the way I treated you. I was so stressed by my job that I let it out on you. I was such a bad girlfriend, and I understand why you don't want to be with me anymore. I'm just sorry I didn't notice how bad I was." The way you spoke with small sniffles almost broke his heart and distracted him from what you said.
After he processed his words, his frown only deepened. Why were you speaking to him like this? Saying that you would pack all of your stuff, that he didn't want to be with you anymore, that you were a bad girlfriend? All of his anger was completely gone now and at the moment he just felt extremely confused along with distraught from how destroyed you looked.
"Baby, what are you talking about? Why are you saying all of this?" Jungkook asked with pure bewilderment in his tone. This made you look back at him with an equally confused expression. You weren't expecting this response from him. He seemed like he genuinely didn't know what you were talking about and it made you question everything.
"But.. you blocked me. You said that.. that you couldn't do this and were walking away?" You questioned, your voice cracking with how weak it was after sobbing. Jungkook tilted his head a bit as he tried to recall when he ever said that. After going through the argument in his head, the realization hit him. His eyes widened as he recalled what he said in the heat of the moment. He hadn't clarified what he meant and you had been left alone for however many hours thinking that he had ended the relationship.
"______, I know how those words seemed, but that's not at all what I meant. I was saying that I couldn't do the argument, not the relationship. I would never end things off. I only said I was walking away so I could cool off." Jungkook explained as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Not at all irritated by you, but instead angry at himself. He had only said what he was feeling in the heat of the moment and left.
"What about your phone..? None of my calls went through." You asked him, your voice still full with hurt and doubt. He felt terrible for even making you think for a moment that he wanted to end the relationship. Even though he had been pissed off, he would never end the relationship like that in the heat of the moment. Even enraged he knew it would be the worst mistake he would ever make.
"I went to the mountains to hike and get everything off my mind. My brother is on vacation so that's why I didn't go to him. The place I went had no service and so none of the calls or texts could've gotten through." He told you, and your eyes slightly widened. He was really telling the truth? He didn't want to break up with you? At this point you just felt like you had fallen asleep and this was all a dream.
To confirm this was real, you couldn't hold yourself back anymore and reached out for him, and he wasted no time. He sat down on the bed next to you and pulled you right into his arms. Your body froze as you felt his familiar warmth, smelled his scent with the addition of the smell of nature he'd been around all day. This was real. He wasn't leaving you.
The tears instantly started falling from your eyes, but it was different this time. It was relief. You spent so long crying because you thought he had broken up with you, but it all ended up being a misunderstanding. He wasn't leaving you and you had nothing to worry about. In the past 12 hours it felt like your life had completely ended, but it hadn't.
Jungkook held you closely to him, his fingers carding through your slightly tangled hair while his other hand rubbed small circles into your back. He rested his head on the top of yours, knowing that it was better for you to just get all of your feelings out. Even though nothing made him feel worse than knowing he was the reason that you were crying like this, it was better for you to just let it all out so it didn't bottle up. He had been doing that for the past few months and it turned out like this.
You didn't know how long you had been laying like that in his arms, but when you were finally able to stop crying, you noticed the beginnings of light peeking through the windows. The whole time Jungkook was there for you, whispering sweet things to help you calm down. How much he loved you, how he wasn't going to leave you, that he wasn't angry with you. Anything he could think of to help you calm down.
When you finally had a level enough mind to fully process everything, you felt so much relief. But you still felt the same guilt from before. You were the one that disregarded what he felt and now he was comforting you after an argument that was your fault. You needed to say something to him, to apologize and promise that you would be better. There was no way that you were ever going to let your work consume you again.
"I know I already said this, but I want to say that I'm so sorry. I was so stressed out with my new hours that I got angry and irritated whenever you just wanted to spend time with me. I never should've done that and I realize now how much I took you for granted. You've always made the time for me and I should've done the same for you. I know now how wrong and unfair I was being to you, and I want to be better." You said to him, your voice filled with regret.
Jungkook smiled lightly when he heard your apology. There was no longer any anger in his eyes. No resentment. To him, that was all in the past now. He could hear the sincerity in every word you said. After all, this was the reason that he had started dating you. You were so sweet and considerate towards others. You just needed to realize what you were doing wrong. You were distracted and didn't know you were bring rude.
"It's okay, my love. I know how stressful it's been for you and I'm not angry anymore. I understand how you feel and I accept your apology. I know you didn't realize how you were treating me." Jungkook replied, putting his fingers under your chin so he could tilt your head up to look at him. Even with your red, puffy eyes and runny nose you were so beautiful to him. He gently kissed the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours.
"I love you so much. Thank you for always being the best." You mumbled, closing your eyes as you took the time to let yourself bask in the moment. Letting go of all doubts that you felt previously. There was no reason to dwell on this argument, because you knew that you wouldn't make this mistake anymore going on.
"I love you too, always. No matter what happens." Jungkook replied with a bit of reassurance in his tone. You smiled as he said those words to you, leaning forward to close the small gap between the two of you. You were fully calmed down as your lips met and any thoughts that you had melted away in the moment. Everything was okay in this moment.
Even though this argument had been rough, the two of you had stuck to your most important rule. The two of you went to sleep shortly afterwards, no more feelings of anger or resentment. You would never go to bed angry anymore, realizing just how important that rule was.
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[12:58 PM]
"Well, how does it taste?"
Peering through the doorway, you tried not to make a sound as your boyfriend's mother asked, her eyes gleaming with affection, watching as her son, who was finally back home after a lengthy absence, enthusiastically savoured the homemade delicacies before him.
"It's good, as always!" San answered between bites, "Though, I must admit, it's got a slightly different flavour today. Not bad, just different," His mother bit back a grin as she sent a wink in your direction before he continued, "It's got that strong taste of the herb my girlfriend always adds to her dishes."
With a light chuckle, Mrs. Choi inquired, "So, whose version do you prefer then? Mine or your girlfriend's?" He glanced up at her with a puzzled expression, "What do you mean? Didn't you prepare this?"
She shook her head, a cheeky smile on her lips, "Nope, I was lucky to have a very helpful apprentice who volunteered to cook today while your lazy ass slept in."
His chewing halted momentarily as he blinked, straightening up in his seat, "W-wait, you mean—"
Before he could finish, you interpreted his mother's nod as your cue to make your entrance, "Surprise!" You exclaimed, swinging open the door to his parents' room and skipping toward them.
Mrs. Choi cooed as she enveloped you in a hug, "This is my lovely assistant for the day. How did you enjoy her cooking?"
As he took in your presence and processed the fact that you were really here, he crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, "Babe, did you lie to me? I thought you said you were too busy to come to Namhae with me."
"You ungrateful brat!" He yelped when his mother smacked him on the shoulder, "Is that all you have to say to your girlfriend after she took an emergency leave from work just to rush over here so she could surprise you and spend some time with us?"
His eyes widened in realisation, guilt flooding over him for immediately accusing you of lying to him. Jumping up from his seat, he hurried over to you, ready to beg for forgiveness if necessary, "Oh my gosh, you did? I'm so sorry, babe!"
While he tried to embrace you, Mrs. Choi shot him a stern glare, "You better be! Otherwise, I'll take her with me today to meet my friends, and you can spend the rest of the day alone at home!"
You snickered as he cowered behind you, attempting to use you as a shield, "I was wrong, eomma! I'll treat her well, please don't take her away from me!"
With a scoff, she nodded at the food, signalling for him to finish his meal, "You can start by polishing off what she made." Seeing her preparing to leave home, intending to grant you two some alone time before the family dinner scheduled for later in the evening, you moved to help her gather her belongings.
"Bye, eomma! Have fun with your friends! We'll see you, appa, and noona tonight!" He called out from the dining table, bowing his head in shame when she responded with a hand gesture indicating she would be keeping an eye on him.
"Don't worry about us, aunty. I'll keep him in line," You whispered to her as she slipped on her shoes. She giggled, giving your arm a squeeze, "Good, let me know if he does anything to upset you. I'll straighten him out."
You couldn't contain your laughter when you came back to find him sulking while doing the dishes. Snaking your arms around his waist from behind, you nestled your cheek against his broad shoulder, "What's wrong, Sannie? Aren't you glad I'm here?"
He pouted as he set the clean utensils aside to dry, "Seems like you've already had my mother wrapped around your little finger, huh? I swear, she loves you more than she loves me now."
"If you want her undivided attention, I can leave." You teased.
Before you could pull away, he panicked and spun around to hold you tightly, "N-no, please don't go!" He pleaded, burying his face in your neck, "I was just playing with you, babe. I missed you like crazy. I'm so glad you're here, and seeing you bond with my family means the world to me."
You melted at his words, tightening your embrace, "I know, Sannie. I was just playing with you too."
He couldn't resist moving in to capture your lips in a deep kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him back just as fervently. Pulling back slightly, he murmured against your lips, "Well, instead of playing with my feelings, why don't you play with something else?"
Gasping loudly, your cheeks flushed red at the implication, "Wh-what are you suggesting, Choi San?! This is your family's house, it wouldn't be appropriate—"
He burst into laughter, pecking you on the head, "What were you thinking, babe? I was just talking about Byeol. We haven't been here in so long, I'm sure she misses us. Don't you want to play with her?"
Only then did you recall the presence of his cat, and you turned over your shoulder to find her staring curiously at you and her owner, "R-right, of course. I missed her too."
He cupped your face, urging you to meet his gaze, and grinned slyly, "But you know, if you have other ideas, I'm sure we can—"
"No, stop it, we won't!" You squealed, flustered, pushing him away and rushing over to cover the cat's innocent ears from whatever suggestive remark your boyfriend was about to make.
Gently stroking Byeol's black fur, you cooed down at her, "Don't pay attention to your oppa and his filthy mouth, hm? Unnie will shield you from him," When the adorable creature affectionately mewed and nestled into your hands, you turned to playfully tease him, "See, she already loves me more than she loves you."
Rather than feeling envious, your boyfriend's heart swelled with warmth and love at the sight. It was at this moment that he realised you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
ATEEZ Masterlist | My Pookie's Version
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☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ FIVE STAGES OF YANDERE ࿐: IDOL EDITION
“ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃. “
⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈. ✧ yandere! idol! oc (jisoo han) x superfan/manager! reader
✧ tw/cw: yandere themes, reader is also yandere at the start, mentions of anxiety and self harm, honestly idol life is its own tw
HAPPY HANA NO SEIIKI ANNIVERSARY YA’LL!!
[ series masterlist ]
⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE ONE. ✧ DENIAL
“Oh gosh (oh gosh) this is so crazy. I’ve fallen in love again.
I trip so easily.
Adore new things, they sparkle.”
“Why are you so obsessed with him?”
“Dunno, just am.”
Your entire life revolved around Yesterday’s Dawn’s ace, Eve. The idol who had been in everyone’s lips. Whose name had been heard throughout nations you’ve never even heard of.
He was your sun, the reason you had the energy to wake up every single day, the light of your life.
Every waking moment you spent it either thinking of him or offering your services for name.
It was normal for you to spend hours looking at his schedule, knowing where he was, being around him most times, or staring at media of him.
Somehow, you were able to land a job as his manager.
You were finally closer to your god.
But you swiftly find out that no man should be likened to one for only disappointment can be found in such a path.
Eve was a lot more . . . burnt out than you expected. A lot less passionate and energetic than he was in camera if not irritable.
It was normal for him to harass workers when they didn’t meet a standard he imposed, as such, after the first few weeks of your employment everyone that you were with have already been fired, quit, and/or paid to keep their silence on the matter.
Yet your feelings for him only stayed; as your employment with the company. Your meticulous and proactive nature as a fan site owner allowed you to take much of the workload he threw at you.
The little admiration you have left for the man kept you standing.
And if only you were a little less stressed you’d notice his scarlet eyes providing stares of amusement, bewilderment, and growing affection.
You never complained (at least, in a place where he could hear you).
Whenever he asked for impossible items or schedules you’ll simply grin and work things out in your little way.
You adjusted to his turbulent temperament as quickly as an experienced pilot in a stormy sky, a sailor of uncharted, dangerous waters.
You were brilliant. Reminiscent of his times as a trainee.
Bit by bit he started lessening your workload. Allowing you to rest. Hell, even giving you his coffee if he didn’t want it. He never gives away his coffee.
You acquiesced to many of his whims but were never a pushover. Always doing your job perfectly. Keeping him in line.
He would have fallen for you already, had he not been in love with someone else.
⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE TWO. ✧ ANGER
“Peek-a-boo! It’s only love when my heart quivers.
All my friends yell at me, they say I have a problem.
I’m fine fine fine fine fine fine!”
“ For this comeback period, [L/N] will be assigned to Hayate instead. Eve will have his senior’s manager work with him instead.”
“Understood.”
You were assigned to another member around Spring.
Yesterday Dawn’s most hectic time of the year aside from fall as the group’s concept was as the name suggested, focused more on nostalgia and times of youth.
You were relieved.
You never thought you would have been able to say that after being separated from Eve, but now it was the only thing you had on your mind.
No more late night calls about wanting coffee but throwing the leftovers at you the moment he was sick of the taste, no more work being thrown at you and taken away at random moments, no more working around his schedule so that he’ll have time to meet that dear senior of his in private.
You were free.
Hayate was known to be the harsher one in the fandom, but much like Eve his image was a bit different from his actual self.
Sure he was demanding, but he was fair. He wasn’t controlled by whims and impulse. You were finally able to do your job properly til the end, and you didn’t always feel a judging stare from him like Jisoo would always throw at you.
You were finally able to smile.
However, you see, being a manager for another member did not mean you would completely be free of your original client.
Hayate and Eve worked quite closely, and as such, you’d often help with Jisoo’s requests even if you weren’t obligated to.
Eve immediately saw the change in you.
You were, a lot more bright. Less haggard. Your voice less hoarse. Relaxed.
You were already getting along better with his group member than you ever did with him.
Eve wasn’t really the type to show his anger actively. He was always more, passive.
The senior he was head over heels for was slowly forgotten as he’d spent countless of hours pouring his feelings into his music. What was supposed to be a bittersweet spring album turned out to be one of sour regret and frustration.
Of course, it was still a hit. It even scored him a collaboration with the senior he oh so wanted to have their eyes on him. But all he could think of as he went to bed early in the morning was the way you’d laugh whenever Hayate spoke to you.
Hmph, the guy wasn’t even funny.
⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE THREE. ✧ BARGAINING
“Hey you, do you wanna play a game? I already know what you want.
Close your eyes and count to 10. Don’t matter anyways
Cause I am going to find you.”
“Did you hear? Jisoo got his first scandal. Apparently he bullied a bunch of students during high-school.”
“Wasn’t he . . . homeschooled?”
Causing scandals was easy. Dealing with scandals was not.
All Eve had to do was talk to some people, had a few pictures edited and voila, chaos.
It was amusing really, his company superiors would ply him with reassurances and sweet words; telling him that everything will be fine and dealt with while his pr managers dropped down like flies trying to prevent the flames of hatred from spreading too far.
All of them, hopelessly unaware.
All but his stupid senior.
“Why are you doing this now, Ji?”
They always looked down at him almost. Like he was a petulant child that needed to be coddled or scolded depending on their mood.
“We should focus on the track.”
And like he expected, you were brought right back to him. As you should be.
The heads figured out that you were the only one capable of handling the shitstorm without falling into the hands of alcohol or other substances in grief.
And as they expected you did.
After all, you had a timeline of his entire life in a canva document. Even if it was only mentioned once in a concert interview before they went famous. You were an Eve superfan.
All you did was confirm the fact that Jisoo got homeschooled by contacting his parents and teachers, and the rest was easy. You even reactivated your fansite for such an occasion.
If only you hadn’t.
Maybe then Jisoo wouldn’t have a definite reason to pursue you.
⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE FOUR. ✧ DEPRESSION
“You’ll never get this concept, you might as well forget it
Just play again, bet it all, roll the dice
BLANCA”
Eve thought he was doing well in terms of romancing you.
Ever since he found out about your fansite instead of feeling disgust and horror he felt . . . great, amazing even. A high the stage could never give him.
Of course, you two were destined.
It was only his duty to protect you as your partner, to spoil you, dote on you.
Even if you don’t realize your intertwined fates yet.
. . .
Eve always hovered over you.
Usually managers took shifts with watching over the idols. Half of your time was supposed to be spent planning rather than overseeing his activities.
Yet you seemed to have a never ending babysitting responsibility.
Your past self would have committed several war crimes for the sake of this opportunity. But after a year or so under his ‘care’ you found yourself slowly veering off into the type of insanity you didn’t like falling in.
You felt a bit like Andy from the original Devil Wears Prada book, only that your resentment simmered slowly. Forming into a hideous red sludge of exasperation whenever he randomly wanted to take a vacation. Forcing only you to come with him. Which meant an even bigger workload, and even more people to talk to for flights, schedule conflicts, reservations and all that.
You snapped.
It was a calm afternoon.
The sun was burning you alive as Eve insisted you two would go on a ‘beach date’ for some summer fun.
He shoved a drink in your hand.
And you just broke down.
Tears fell from your eyes, your breath shallow.
You asked him if this amused him. If your suffering was funny to him. If making you fall over just to get his demands on time made him feel fulfilled as a person.
And before he could answer you ran.
A week after that your schedule was finally normal.
Eve kept his distance. Not just from you but from everyone.
You knew of his anxiety attacks and depression before. But seeing those up close and personal scared you.
Things only get worse from here.
⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE FIVE. ✧ ACCEPTANCE
“So it’s too late you’re in the game now. If you keep up might not lose it.
The jungle gym of fun, like hell yeah
Makin the moon fall down down down.”
Eve spent most of his ‘hiatus’ watching your posts of him. Edits, fanfictions, photography, fancams.
Of course, it wasn’t to see himself perform again. He already did that on a regular basis to make sure he kept himself up to the standards of an idol.
It was to see your captions.
Your fanatic raving made him feel . . . loved.
Your previous thoughts on his performances made him feel complete. Like he found a missing piece of a puzzle he kept trying to put something else to fill it in.
Another part of his hiatus was spent preparing for his graduation. The termination of his contract.
It was clear you didn’t love him as an idol anymore. It was his fault really. He couldn’t see how he was hurting you with his work and desires.
If there was another thing he can thank his idol work for was the amount of money he had saved.
Now, he had a new home built far away from civilization. It was completely soundproof. The bed he ordered was custom made, tailored to your preferences this time rather than his. Food stocked to the nines. A few instruments here and there so he could compose even while retired.
He can always make a new song, a new life for you two to enjoy together.
“My voice, my body, my soul. It had always been yours. I just didn’t realize it.”
✧ [AUTHOR’S NOTE]:
For more EVE content check out the #hns.eve tag 🩵
Lyrics are a mix of translations from the og song and Mitch Joseph’s cover.
OFFICIAL EVE CHARACTER AI
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Ch1/Ch2
Summary: As Joe's long-term girlfriend, you reflect on your relationship over the last 4 years.
Content warning: 18+ so minors are not welcome, real person fiction (don't like, don't read, don't bitch), smut, fluff, angst, probably inaccurate timelines and processes but does anyone really care?, alcohol use, smoking...if I've missed anything please let me know!!
Author's note: when I was deep in my Dan and Phil phase I wrote this, published it on AO3 and then took it down so before anyone says "Hey this looks familiar" don't panic, I'm not stealing anyone's work and I can prove it lmao. Thanks to @harrys-four-nipples for reading this first chapter and telling me it wasn't as shit as I thought. Love you girl 🥰 feedback is always appreciated, let me know if you'd like me to continue this!
Paris
December 2022
After the craziest year anyone could ever imagine, exploring and staying in a variety of hotels across the globe, the last convention of 2022 was finally happening. You had been by your boyfriend's side the entire time; your job as a freelance photographer/social media specialist pretty much allowed you to travel anywhere and everywhere and luckily Joe's team were on board with you providing his official con photos and managing his social media. But as ideal as that sounds, it hadnt been easy.
It had been one of the best experiences of your life, watching the man that you love so, so much bring so much joy to the millions of people around the world who adored him. Despite being at every convention, watching all the fan interactions and all the panels, you were never bored. It hadn't all been perfect though, in fact it had been extremely trying at times, what with Joe being so damn exhausted there was barely any 'you' time, or fans getting a little bit too crazy at the meet and greets, but you wouldn't have traded it for the world.
You'd think that being cooped up on planes, in hotel rooms and travelling constatnly for months on end, spending almost every waking minute of the day together would have seriously damaged your relationship, but in all honesty, it brought you and Joe closer together. Sure, there have been times where you’ve wanted to smother each other with the shitty hotel pillows, but what couple doesn't argue? Without the option of slamming the bedroom door shut and sulking, you've learnt to just talk it out, and move on, and things have just gotten better and better. You had just celebrated our 4 year anniversary in Tokyo last month, and Jamie was constantly teasing you, telling you if you didn't get a ring this Christmas, you two could just run away together instead.
Of course, Joe had gotten super salty at the joke, seemingly never being able to escape the never ending question from his family and friends of when he was finally going to pop the question. He didn't need it from Jamie now too. He was going to do it, he just didn't want to rush it after all.
As it was the last con of 2022, Joe's team had given you some time off to just enjoy the convention, acknowledging that you had worked through your anniversary in Japan. This meant you could actually walk around the con and hang out with some of your friends, and enjoy the panels, which you were grateful for. You had some time to chat with Joe's dad too, which was always a good time, you got on so well with him and it was nice to see just how proud he was of his son.
Although you had been together for 4 years now, you and Joe weren't quite comfortable with going public with your relationship just yet. Joe had sky rocketed to fame overnight and his fanbase could be a little...intense. They went into a frenzy if he was spotted within 5 feet of another girl, and said girls were always stalked and harassed online and Joe didn't want that for you. You'd been pretty good at hiding it so far, most fans just thinking you were part of Joe's management team always there to keep him on schedule. It was a bit shit not being able to hold his hand or give him a hug in public but when the time was right, you both agreed you would go public.
You had headed back to the hotel a little before the con was over, Joe would no doubt get waylaid by fans outside the convention centre and you'd said you would order you both some food and run a bath for him so he could just relax now he was done for the Christmas period. New Orleans was a little after New Years so you'd have time to explore Paris, get home for Christmas and see in the New Year together.
Joe practically collapses through the door and you run to hug him, you were both desperate to touch each other after a long day of pretending to be work friends.
"Hi," you mumbled into his neck. "Last one for this year done, babe. I'm so proud of you."
He doesn't respond, he's holding onto you as if someone was threatening to take you away from him. "Babe, what's wrong?"
"I love you so much," he whispers. "Thank you."
"Joe, you don't need to thank-"
"Yeah, I do. I just thought that you've been there from the very start, and you've worked so hard, putting up with all my shit and you've been so supportive. I couldn't have done it without you." He sniffs, looking a little emotional. "Tonight was the first night I've actually been able to see you and not your camera, and knowing you were actually there, right in front of me, like, everything from the past 4 years went through my head and I could see you smiling at me, and the fans and I just..." he trails off, at a loss for words. You kiss his cheek, your own eyes welling up.
"You're such a soppy git, Joe." You tease him, but he knows you're joking.
"Shut up, you're just as soppy. " He laughs, poking you in the side gently. You poke my tongue out at him and he crosses his eyes in response, before my phone buzzes to let me know our food has been delivered to the hotel lobby. You break away from Joe, kissing his cheek and heading downstairs to grab your food.
You both scoff down your food, both of you having been way too busy to really eat a proper meal today, and then Joe gets into the bath. He tries to persuade you to join him, but honestly the bathtub here was smaller than the one at home, and even that could be a struggle to fit the both of you in, so you decline, changing into your pyjamas and watching some random show on TV and scrolling through your phone, replying to messages in the Quinn family group chat and your own family group chat.
You can't help but bite your lip in appreciation as Joe comes back into the bedroom, a towel around his waist and his curls dripping. He makes his way over to his suitcase in search for a pair of clean boxers. Your eyes scan over his bare torso, his broad shoulders, sharp collarbones, toned arms and his perfect stomach with a dusting of dark hair disappearing into the towel. He feels your eyes on him, standing up and turning around.
"What?" He smirks, stifling a yawn. You return his smirk, stretching a little.
"Nothing, just admiring my boyfriend. That alright with you?"
"Depends, can I ogle you like a pervert the next time you come out in just a towel?" Joe jokes, quickly pulling his boxers on under his towel, pulling it off and hanging it back up in the bathroom, before crawling on the bed and collapsing on his stomach, sighing heavily.
"You do anyway, I'm just more subtle about my staring, Quinn."
"You're just as pervy as me, Y/N, dont even try and pretend you're not. " he laughs, turning onto his side, pulling you down and wrapping his arm around you. You cuddle into him, burying your face in his neck.
"Difference is, Joseph, the whole Internet can see what a flirt you are, nobody has dirt on me."
"M'too tired for your smart arse right now."
"You like my smart arse." You grin into his skin, and he chuckles, the sound rumbling in his throat.
"I like your smart everything," he mumbles, kissing the top of your head. You sigh in response, enjoying the feeling of him cuddled up to you. "M'so tired. And my back is killing me."
"Did you twinge it again?"
"Mm. Hurts."
You untangle myself from him and roll off the bed, rummaging through your suitcases until you find the baby oil you always use to keep your skin moisturised after a shower. You shake it up as you walk towards the bed. "On your stomach, babe."
"That is the most terrifying thing you could say to me whilst holding baby oil." He eyes the bottle in your hands suspiciously, but does what you've said anyway.
"I believe that would actually be 'face down, ass up and just relax'." You smirk, climbing back on the bed, straddling his legs. He groans dramatically, making you roll your eyes and laugh. "You're such a drama queen, babe."
"Making a living off of it, aren't I?"
"Yeah, yeah, shut up Mr Man of the Year." You quip, opening the bottle and pour some of the oil into your hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before pressing your palms against his shoulder blades. You apply just the amount of pressure that you know he likes, rubbing his flawless skin. "That okay?"
He responds by letting out a quiet moan of approval.
"How did I get so lucky?" Joe groans into the pillow as you continue to rub his shoulders and upper back, trying your best to work out the knots in his muscles. You smile, placing a kiss to the back of his neck that makes him shiver slightly.
"You elbowed me in the tits on the Underground and made me spill my coffee all over myself." You chuckle, adjusting your position on his legs so you could massage further down.
"The one time in my whole life that me being a clumsy twat has actually worked out in my favour." Joe's voice is muffled by the pillow, but you can tell he's smiling. He grunts in pleasure as you knead his lower back gently.
"Meh, you're just lucky I thought you were hot." You teased, gently poking him in the sides. He chuckles softly. "And you were, and still can be, so socially awkward, it was endearing."
"Mm, love you." He mumbles, and you know he's slowly falling asleep by the way his body is relaxing beneath you.
"Love you too, babe." You whisper back, moving off of his back and into bed next to him, pulling the covers over both of you. Ypu push his curls back from over his face. "Always have, always will." You kiss his temple and turn off the bedside lamp, letting him sleep off the post convention exhaustion whilst you take advantage of the good selection of TV channels the hotel has.
A few hours later, you're still awake and on your phone, scrolling through Instagram, the TV long turned off. You're laid on your side facing away from your currently snoring boyfriend. Joe grumbles in his sleep and rolls over, moulding his body around yours and spooning you. You feel something poking you in your bum and smirk to yourself, wiggling your butt back against him.
"Hmm, you still awake?" Joe whispers, his voice rough with sleep and exhaustion, one of his hands running over your thigh.
"Mm, I didn't wake you up, did I?" You reply, shivering in delight as his lips graze your neck. You roll over to face him, and he moves your leg on top of his, moving your bodies closer together as he kisses you hard, his hands wandering around to your ass and squeezing it.
Oh.
You see where this is going.
"Are you sure you're up to this, Joe? You're exhausted." You say quietly, trying your best to control your breathing after you break away. Thanks to your busy schedules, it been at least two weeks since you'd last had sex. You snuck in whatever you could, but mostly it was just heavy make out sessions or occasionally a hand and/or blow job to help with Joe's anxiety levels. You were practically soaked already and he'd barely touched you.
"Never too tired for you," he mumbles, pecking your lips softly, and slowly lifting up the hem of your (his) shirt. "Off?"
You nod, and you both work together to rid you of the oversized shirt. "C'mere," he grunts, rolling you on top of him, his hands on your hips as he looks up at me.
"Lazy," you tease, your skin feeling like it's on fire as he runs his hands up your sides.
"Beautiful." He responds, giving you that little smile that makes your heart melt every time. It's a smile that only you get to see, and it's during your intimate moments like this that he smiles like that, and you fall in love with him all over again. You hum and lean down, kissing him passionately, your tongues dancing around each other. His hands return to your hips, pushing them down against his crotch as he lifts his hips up, and the friction and heat makes you both moan. You nibble on his bottom lip, which you know drives him crazy, before moving to kiss his jawline and neck, a somewhat external G-spot for him. "Fuck..."
"Well, if you want, I mean, I was just gonna suck you off and then take care of myself," you grin against his skin, and he responds by slapping your ass lightly. In return, you bite gently on his collarbone, and he grunts, the noise going straight in between your legs. "What do you want, Joe? Tell me."
"Wanna fuck you," he growls, turning his head and capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently. "Wanna be inside you so bad, baby, please."
You whimper, nodding. Foreplay would have to wait for tonight.
You sit up and awkwardly peel off your underwear, throwing it somewhere in the room, deciding you'd find it in the morning. You gently palm Joe's cock through his boxers, making him grunt and moan your name loudly, before pulling them down his legs, and he kicks them off his feet. You take his cock into your hand, squeezing gently and stroking him a few times. "Please, baby, m'not gonna last long..." You'll let him off for that, it really has been forever since you last fucked. You reach across to the bedside table, grabbing a condom from your makeup bag (damn your birth control prescription running out before you'd realised) and tearing it open. He holds his hands out to put it on himself, but you slap them away, rolling it on him as slowly as possible, making him grit his teeth, grunt and buck his hips slightly.
Deciding to be a bit more of a tease, you hover above him for a few seconds, grinding down ever so slightly. He grips your hips so tight there will definitely be bruises in the morning, and he bites his lip, whimpering and cursing. You decide to let him off, because you want this just as much as he does, and you place the head of his cock at your dripping pussy, slowly sinking down onto him. He throws his head back and moans, a little too loudly, as do you. "God, I missed this...missed you."
"I missed you too," you sigh, placing your hands on his chest, giving yourself a bit of leverage before you start to move your hips. "Fuck, Joe, you feel so fucking good..." as much as you want this to last, you know it won't. You can already feel your orgasm growing as you grind down against him. He bucks his hips up, his cock brushing my g-spot. "Oh my god, Joe!"
"Fuck," he growls, his breathing heavy. "Faster, baby, please, I-" he cuts himself off with a moan as you obey. "Shit, fuck!"
"You're so loud," you giggle breathlessly, gasping as he places his thumb on your clit and rubs in time with your thrusts. "We're gonna get noise complai-AH, FUCK, JOE!"
"I'm the loud one, am I?" Fucking asshole.
"Shut up," You gasp, as he sits up, wrapping your legs around him and attaches his lips to your collarbone, sucking and biting as you move together. You can tell he's getting close from the way his breath is coming out in pants, and his moans are getting more desperate sounding. He rests his forehead against your shoulder, and you run your fingers through his curly hair, and he looks up at you.
"Kiss me," he whispers, and of course, you do. "M'getting close."
"Me too," you whisper back, and he reaches between you to stroke your clit. "Joe, I-"
"I know."
The room is filled with your moans, and heavy breathing as you both get closer and closer to the edge. Joe moves his hand and lies you down on the bed, so he's on top. He winks at you, and smirks as he puts your legs around his waist, and his hands either side of your head. He ducks down and kisses you softly before moving his hips, fucking you hard and fast, the way he knows you like it.
"Oh,my god Joe, I'm gonna cum!" You moan, digging your nails into his back.
"Do it, wanna feel you cum for me," he groans, and all it takes is him angling his hips just right, and you're coming, moaning his name probably way too loud, your whole body shaking. Joe curses and stills, pushing his cock inside you one last time as he cums into the condom, hard, his head dropping onto your shoulder as he whispers your name, telling you he loves you. You say it back, stroking his neck gently as he collapses on top of you, his head on your chest. "You're amazing."
"I think you'll find that's you, babe." You say breathlessly, grinning like a fool.
"I am pretty fucking good in bed, aren't I?" Joe grins, a teasing lilt to his voice.
"You always know what to say...so romantic," you roll your eyes, poking him in the tummy.
"Mhmm, you're very lucky. I mean, I even make sure you cum every single time we fuck, if that's not true love, I don't know what is." He pulls off the condom, tying it and throwing it into the bedside bin.
"Be still my beating heart!" You laugh and kiss the top of his head, rolling out from underneath him. He pouts, reaching out for you with grabby hands. "Joe, as much as I'd love to cuddle right now, I seriously need to shower after that. Wanna come with?"
"Depends, you might have to roll me, you've worn me out." he yawns, sitting up on the bed. "Besides, I already had a bath. Can't you just give me a sponge bath or something so I don't have to move?"
"Again, lazy. And I know you already showered, but if you think I'm cuddling with you when you smell like sweat and sex, you can fuck right off." You tease, grinning with your tongue poking between your teeth. You turn around, heading into the bathroom and turning on the shower. After waiting for the water to warm up, you step in, relishing the warmth cascading over you. A few minute later, you feel Joe's arms wrap around your waist and his body pressing up against yours. You stand in silence for a few moments, letting water fall down over you both. He then turns you around in his arms so you're facing him, your arms around his neck.
"Y'know, we could have just done it in here, that way we could be in bed right now." He says, flicking his wet hair out of his eyes. You run your fingers over the short hairs at the back of his neck as he leans his forehead against yours.
"Hey, I'm not the one who fell asleep before we'd even had a chance to do anything."
His face falls a little. "I'm sorry, I've been kind of a shitty boyfriend recently, haven't I?"
"What are you talking about?" You frown up at him, his beautiful brown eyes avoiding yours.
"Well, just with conventions and appearances and everything, and how busy we've been, I haven't had time to just...be with you, y'know?"
"Joe, we live together, we travel together, we're with each other every day almost-"
"That's not what I mean, we haven't been on a date in literally forever, I was at the con in Tokyo the entire day of our anniversary, and my dad was with us all day before that, for fucks sake!"
"Your dad is pretty much with us all the time, babe. It doesnt bother me, you know how much I love him. Turn around." You say, squirting some shampoo into your hand and massaging his scalp. He sighs.
"See, this is what I mean. You do all this nice stuff for me, like the back rubs, the food runs, the surprise blowies-"
"Which I do because I want to, not because I feel like I have to." You take the shower head off the wall and rinse his hair out, before running some conditioner through it. "I love you, and I know exactly what being with you entails. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I got salty about everything?"
"A normal one." Joe retorts, turning back around and gesturing for you to turn your back to him so he can wash your hair for you. "And I'm glad you're not, I just feel bad. You do everything for me and I can't even give you five minutes recently."
You don't respond, revelling in the feel of his fingers on your scalp, massaging in the shampoo. You hum appreciatively. He rinses out the shampoo and runs conditioner through your hair, making sure to cover every inch. "When we get home, I promise I'll make it up to you."
"Joe-"
"Please? We can go out and celebrate our anniversary properly, dinner, drinks, a movie, whatever you want."
You turn back around to face him. "What I want, is to stay in, order Chinese, shag and then fall asleep on the sofa with you. Joe you don't have to take me out, or buy me shit to make me feel like you love me. I know you love me, without all the materialistic crap, okay?"
He said nothing, instead he looked at you his eyes looking a little misty. He was an emotional mess tonight, but you couldn't really blame him. He blinked a couple of times, and kissed you on the nose.
"Turn around, you sap." He mumbled, giving you a small smile. He basically meant 'stop before you make me cry' in fewer words. You laughed softly, before turning back around so he could rinse your hair and his. Once you're clean, you step out and dry yourselves off, and you put on Joe's shirt again, this time pairing it with some pyjama shorts. You quickly dry my hair before getting back into bed, settling down with your head on his chest and his arms around you. "See, isn't this better than standing up and actually moving?"
"Mm," you sigh, already feeling your eyes getting heavy. "I miss our bed though."
"Me too, when we get home we are gonna spoon so fucking hard in bed for like a week." He mumbles into your hair.
"What about food and stuff?" You look up at him, raising an eyebrow. He laughs.
"Of all the things you're worried about, I love how food is at the top of that list. I fucking love you." He kisses the top of your head and switches off the bedside light. "Maybe we can persuade Wes to bring us breakfast in bed."
"Oh yeah, I can totally see him being okay with that," you laugh, my hand resting on Joe's stomach. "If anything, you owe me breakfast in bed after all these bloody photos I've taken of you. Know how hard it is to make you look good mid sentence?"
"Ouch, low blow, babe."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You know I love looking at you, chocolate button eyes." You tease, laughing as he groans into his pillow.
"I need to learn to think before I divulge all this stuff. I'm never shaking that am I?"
"Never ever."
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Mr.Sandman
Part One
18+ | NSFW
The nightmares never stopped. Not unless I was in his arms. I’d been trying so hard to keep a good distance between us these last six months because I was still confused about how I felt to be honest. I knew I needed him. I knew I’d never cared for anyone else in the way I did him. Was that because the feelings were from trauma bonding to him or because I did finally actually see him after 11 years? It seemed wholly unfair to keep putting him in situations if I couldn’t reciprocate his earnest feelings. He was always honest about where he stood to the way he spoke and how he treated me. How passionate he could be!
During the second games I’d allowed myself to just let my body respond when he’d kissed me on the beach. It scared the hell out of me. Fire erupted in my veins and the pit of my stomach when his tongue met mine, my roots tingled with every pass of his large, gentle fingers running up my neck to cup my cheeks. I’d never wanted sex until that moment.
When Peeta had pulled back and met my gaze, his pecan eyes now a toasted walnut, they too screamed his hunger for more. I wanted his hands all over me, to give me everything that he had on that beach. To feel his gentle lips explore every inch of me. To listen to Peeta worship me all the while. Because I can tell just by how sweetly he talks to me normally that he’d be so vocal. I wanted to really give the capital a show of the fiery passion within me for him in that moment. I was afraid of what that might mean.
I’d been forcing myself to sleep alone since we got back from the war although he only lived 2 houses down from me. Or at least as much sleep as I could muster, which was never usually more than 2-3 hours.
The nightmares never stayed at bay long.
I did visit him when he was asleep. He still slept with his window open and there was a nook built under the window in his bedroom. I’d sneak in when I was sure he was asleep and watch him sleep for a while, surrounded by his scent to make me feel safe again. It brought peace and allowed me to get more sleep at night to see him safe and content.
This was my routine.
I know it made me seem crazy. Especially since I know I could selfishly ask to climb into bed with him and he’d happily tell me yes. That somehow seemed more wrong than this. This didn’t feel like using him. That did.
I didn’t see him conscious much, choosing to hide out in the forest or in my cellar most of the daytime. I used to spend more time at Haymitch’s but Effie’s been visiting him for the last month and I don’t want to intrude.
I missed Peeta. His friendship. His warmth. His light. His smile. His touch. His lips. His hands.
Was that because he was all I had? Because his presence was the only thing that kept me going? I still swear he’d put some kind of spell on me that night at that beach.
I’d slept all alone this week though, knowing he had some big orders for weddings this month (the biggest gossip at the Hob right now) and would be working late hours. I couldn’t be sure when he would be down or up, now that his schedule had been changed for who knows how long.
It had been a hellish week and I just needed some sleep. It had been over 48 hours since I’d gotten any and my body was screaming to just let it drop. I’d have to risk oversleeping a little tonight at Peeta’s and pray he was just as tired from the extra orders.
I waited until a little after 2 am before I popped open my bedroom window and peeked around to make sure the coast was clear before leaping onto the grass barefoot. He’d definitely been baking something because the closer to his house I crept, the stronger the scent of fresh bread became. Oh, I missed this smell. Pushing onto the balls of my feet, I peeked inside to see him rolled facing away from the window, sleeping peacefully with his blanket around his waist. I leapt inside hitting the cushion silently, staying still for a few moments to make sure I didn’t disturb him. Peeta grunted, his left-hand scratching at his hair, his soft dirty blonde hair, before he was still again. I let out a deep breath and pulled the hoodie he had on the seat over my head, settling in and listening to the sounds of his peaceful breathing to lull me to sleep.
×××
I jumped awake, startled by how deeply I’d been sleeping. I wasn’t wearing his hoodie anymore. I’d been wrapped in the same blanket Peeta had round his waist earlier. I was no longer in the window seat either. Peeta had to have woken in the middle of the night and seen me. Shit! When had he moved me to the bed? It was still dark out. A chance look at his alarm clock let me know that I’d only been sleeping for about an hour but, Peeta wasn’t here.
Just as I thought to make a speedy exit, he came out of the adjoining bathroom scratching at his wayward curls, his bare feet slapping the floor lowly. He climbed into the bed still unaware that I was now awake and watching him since I’d stayed on my side. When his arm curled around my waist and pulled me in close, I felt my body slump immediately, my safety returned.
Turning in his arms I realized I’d surprised him as much as he had me when his eyes met mine.
“I didn’t mean to wake you”, he hummed as he brushed his fingertips tenderly down my cheek.
“That’s my line”, I choke ignoring how my breath hitched at his touch.
Oh, I’d been starving for his touch. Those large hands, capable of tossing a man twice his size with ease, yet gentle enough to make fine strokes that create an intricate design on whatever they touched.
“I had to piss anyway”
“You leaving must have woken me up”
“It always did”, he smirked playfully. “So...”
“So?”
I sigh knowing he’s going to want to talk about why I haven't been around him for the last 6 months. I’m a little too tired for that tonight.
“How long have you been sleeping here?”
Ok.
Not the question I was expecting. I bite my bottom lip and break eye contact. His honest, adoring pecan eyes always made me crack and I desperately wanted to lie.
“Baby girl?” he cooed pulling my eyes back to him, his index finger tilting my chin up to make sure he could hold me spellbound.
“A while” I breath
“I knew I hadn’t heard you scream in a long time”
“You could hear me?”
“Of course. I could hear you across a forest, you don’t think I’d hear you 100 feet away?”
“Sorry about that”
“Don’t be. I missed having you this close”, he breathed pulling me in tighter so my rapidly heating body was flush against his.
Oh God I loved his strong arms around me, his thick corded upper body able to surround me completely whenever I buried my face in his chest.
“I can’t sleep without you”, I admit trying to catch my breath
“You missed me?”
I don’t answer and his hand is cupping my cheek, his left that had been tucked under my hip had curled around my waist and was sliding up my back now. His left-hand slides beneath my shirt and up my back smoothly making my body tremble in response. For someone who worked so much with his hands they were so damn soft when he handled me. Whether he was tossing me behind him protectively or throwing me up onto his hips for a hug. Peeta’s terrifyingly powerful hands always felt like silk on my skin. He smirked when he realized there was no bra beneath my t-shirt. Oh, his hands. He tilts his head minutely so his lips just barely brush mine and that heat flares within my belly again. I want him to kiss me so bad.
I want his hands on more of me.
“Say it sweetness”
“Yes. I missed you” I finally admit practically hissing with need.
God I must be tired. I couldn’t string together a coherent thought outside of his lips or his prodding fingers along the expanse of my back and cheek.
“Good girl”, he grinned pecking my lips gently.
The hand cupping my cheek slid down the curve of my neck and I had to be honest, I briefly imagined them on my throat as he made love to me, his overgrown blonde curls falling into his eyes as he brought me to climax beneath him.
Such power in those gentle fingers. I arched up to kiss him again but he pulled back, slightly rolling so that he lay atop me now, both of his hands on either side of my head as I gaze up in wonder at him. His tight muscles strain against his shirt nicely and I reach out to touch him, not wanting him to hover above me but for his skin to touch mine. His right hand grabbed mine. Peeta nibbled my fingers before locking it above my head with the other, pinning me in place with his left hand. He hadn’t even needed to flex a muscle to keep me immobile.
Oh God.
I whined and arched again, hoping he’d take pity and kiss me again if he wasn’t going to touch me.
“Is there something you want?”, he hummed pushing my thighs apart with his knees.
“You”
“What about me?”
“To kiss me” I whined loudly
I would never be this honest if I wasn’t delirious from sleep deprivation but, as far as I knew this could all be a dream. The perfect time to take full advantage of such the perfect dominant vocal Peeta.
His brow quirked but he seemed to have mercy on me as he leaned forward towards my lips. I couldn’t help the excited whine that left my throat any more than my low groan when they met my neck instead.
“You want my mouth on you sweet girl?”, Peeta hummed as his lips began to suck at my neck oh so gently, his thick tongue rolling over my pulse so wonderfully.
“Oh yes!”
“You missed my lips?”, Peeta whispers through his teeth before sinking his teeth into the column of my throat, sucking hard enough to bruise.
Oh Fuck! His lips were descending lower, his teeth snagging at my raised shirt to pull it over my collarbone.
“So beautiful”
I squirmed under his penetrating gaze as his eyes took in every part of my exposed torso, hating that of all the scars the Capitol could get rid of, the one Cato gave me would forever mar my upper body. He’d cut me from waist to throat badly enough I had to practically sew my torso back together. It went from my left hip up through the middle of my breasts, and over my shoulder. The skin was still slightly raised and a deep angry red that made my otherwise pretty skin a jagged mess. Peeta leaned forward and lay a kiss on its apex at my shoulder, suckling the sensitive skin lower and lower until his hot mouth hovered just above my nipple.
“You’re so pretty sweetness”, Peeta groaned pulling my left nipple between his lips, giving a soft suckle. “Such strength in such a lovely frame”
“Ah, Peeta!”
He released my hands, my left happily threaded through his soft curls while my right squeezed at his shoulder. His left hand hiked my thigh up so that my legs dropped open to make more room for his wide frame. Peeta’s large hands cupped both of my breasts, his lips wrapped around the slick swollen bud of my left, his teeth nibbling as he sucked hungrily. I couldn’t stop the shaking of my frame if I tried. Moving his attention to my left breast I pull at his hair, my hips bucking to meet his desperately, drowning in his wet mouth on my nipples.
“Is this what you miss?” he hummed
“I-I-I've never” I try and fail to explain
“You wanted just me to taste you sweet girl?”
“Only you” I pant with another buck of the hips
This makes Peeta smile with a wicked mischief I only remember seeing on his face when he announced my fake pregnancy. His left hand releases my breast and I whine at the loss of contact but his mouth is quick to suckle the bud up into his warm mouth. Only leaving the bud to suck around it and leave his mark on more of my heated skin.I was so lost in his mouth that I’d lost track of his free right hand. Peeta had pushed my panties to the side, dragging his index and middle finger up back and forth against my slick lips.
“So wet for me”, he moaned
Peeta was robbing me of all reason I had as his hands explored every dip and groove that set my body on fire. To hear his deep sweet voice, whisper such lewd things as he made me melt with his fiery touch was enough to set every atom ablaze with his heat. When he slipped his index finger deep within me to his palm, I gasped in surprise at the fullness the thickness of his finger gave me. His mouth was on mine in seconds, swallowing my gasps of pleasure as he curled and slow stroked my walls.
“Peeta”
“Breathe pretty girl. I need you ready for me” he whispered in my ear as his left hand rolled my nipple between his fingers.
If his finger felt like this how would I fit all of him inside of me? Almost as if sensing my thoughts Peeta’s teeth enclose around the top shell of my ear before licking the shell and biting again. Oh. I liked that.
“Can I taste you sweetness?”
“I thought you were” I gasp when he tweaks my nipple and thrusts up particularly hard with his finger in a way that makes me clench around him.
“Oh no, I meant your sweet pussy”
He slips his finger from within me and I can’t help but whine again, missing the full feeling but he places his soaked finger into my open mouth. I wrap my lips around it and suck hard, rolling my tongue over it, making a show of enjoying the sweet flavor. Peeta’s eyes widen as he watches me and I can feel his dick twitch against my thigh. His lips capture mine quickly as his tongue sucks mine hungrily to get a taste of me as well.
“Can I please?” he groans against my lips, his hips rocking back and forth desperately now.
“Yes”
“Yes”
The triumphant soft moan that leaves his lips makes my clit jump in response. Was Peeta always this doting? This open about his desires? Oh, I couldn’t wait to feel his mouth worshipping my lips for the first time. I had a feeling Peeta was going to have me awake for the rest of the night.
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Request: The girls are asleep, reader and Jack are in bed ready to fall asleep, and even though jack and reader both have to sleep they’re staying up to spend time with each other🥹
“But, I miss you.”
Things had been extra hectic lately. You and Jack had not been able to spend a lot of time together due to his busy schedule. 
When Jade was born, he took an extended amount of time off to spend time with family but now that he was back to work, it was full force, and you didn’t want to seem needy or make him feel guilty, but you really did miss him a lot.
His demanding job was some thing that you were usually used to, but it didn’t mean you missed him any less.
You had just gotten both girls to bed, and the two of you were crawling into your own, you wanted to express your feelings but you were nervous.
“I’m exhausted” Jack yawned and you softly smiled at him.
“I know my love, come here” you motioned for him to scoot closer to you and he did just that.
“What’s on your mind?” He asked you sleepily, even if he was tired he still knew you inside and out.
“I just miss you” you sighed, trying not to tear up. You played with his stray curls like you always did.
“I know, I miss you too” he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead softly. “Things have been so crazy with work and getting back into the routine of things, sometimes I just forget to leave work at work and put back on husband and dad mode” he said half jokingly but you knew the guilt he felt from time to time.
“Don’t do that” you looked up at him, your face previously buried into his chest. “You don’t have to feel guilty for taking care of your career” you reminded.
“I just don’t want you and the girls to feel secondary” he sighed and you nudged him with your chin, making him look at you.
“I know what I signed up for” you reminded “me missing my husband is not me telling you I feel neglected. I just want you to know your presence is missed is all” you scooted yourself up to kiss his lips.
He reciprocated the kiss before sitting up in bed. His actions catching you by surprise.
“Let’s watch a movie” he rubbed his eyes before turning on the television in your room.
“We really don’t have to handsome” you replied sympathetically “I know you’re tired.”
“I am and I know you are too, but I want to spend quality time with you and the girls are finally asleep” he reminded. “I’ll be fine, promise” he held out a pinky to you and you smiled as you reciprocated the promise.
“Do you want me to get some snacks from the kitchen?” You asked and Jack nodded.
“Wait! What kind of movie?” He asked as you started to leave the room.
“A horror movie! I want to cuddle” you giggled knowing all to well that he got more anxious about those movies than you did.
“Nah, it’s late. We can cuddle to a comedy” he replied and you knew he wasn’t joking.
“You’re such a chicken” you whispered to him as you walked away to the kitchen.
You came back into the room and he was already holding back a laugh.
“What?” You asked inquisitively.
“Cluck cluck” he hardly got the two words out without laughing.
“The dad jokes are either super real tonight or you’re deliriously tired” you laughed.
“Like a chicken? Get it? You said I was a chicken!” He started laughing again at his own joke.
“No, I got it. If I would’ve said scaredy cat you would’ve meowed?” You teased as you sat beside him with the snacks in your lap.
“You know me so well” he pulled you closer. “Gummy worms!” He said excitedly as he grabbed the bag and you couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness.
You watched as he popped his retainer out of his mouth and put it on the nightstand.
“Sexy huh?” He laughed, and you shrugged as you were used to it.
“I really love you” you watched him with adoration as he made himself comfortable beside you.
“I love you too” he mumbled back with a mouth full of gummy worms.
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Making Love on a Monday
Beau Simpson x OC Ryan Reagan story
Warnings- Smut
Otis Redding sang softly through the speaker and the soft glow of string lights lit the backyard as Beau Simpson and his best friend Solomon Bates carried the last of the dirty dishes into the kitchen and sat them on the counter. “I’m sorry we have to rush off but we told the sitter we wouldn’t be late since it’s a Monday night and there is school tomorrow” Solomon’s wife Muriel stated leaning in to give Beau a hug. “No, it’s alright I completely understand. I'm just glad we could finally find a time to get together. I know my schedule isn’t the easiest to work around" said Beau’s girlfriend Ryan.
Ryan Reagan had been a police officer for long enough that she was used to the craziness of having alternating days off but it made it hard to socialize with people that worked normal 9-5 jobs who had regular weekends off. She and Beau had been trying for several weeks to find a day that would work with Solomon and Muriel’s busy lives to have dinner.
“Ryan thank you for a delicious meal and for taking such good care of this one” Solomon said, gesturing to Beau. “It’s nice to see him so happy” he continued as he and Muriel were walking out the front door towards their car.
“You’re welcome for both” Ryan said, wrapping an arm around Beau’s waist. “He’s an easy one to take care of” she said, laying her head against his chest.
“See you tomorrow Sol” Beau said watching as the couple closed their car doors and drove away. “That was fun, I’m glad we could do that. I like spending time with some of my favorite people.” He said as he closed the front door. “Now why don’t you pour yourself some more wine and go sit out back while I clean up the kitchen.”
“Beau you don’t have to do that, I’ll get it later.”
“Nope, not gonna argue about it. Go” he said pointing towards the backyard.
“Yes sir Admiral” she said, giving Beau a mock salute while she topped off her wine glass.
“I’ll join you when I’m done” he says as he begins to fill the dishwasher. Once the last of the dirty dishes have been taken care of and the dishwasher started, Beau heads outside and finds Ryan sitting on the porch swing."Penny for your thoughts" he says sitting down next to her. Ryan turns to look at him smiling as she says "I'm just thinking about how happy I am and how there is really only one thing that would make me happier right now. Beau reaches to move a piece of hair from Ryan’s forehead as he says "oh really, what would that be?" She shifts in her seat and gazes into his eyes before leaning over kissing him on the lips saying "stay with me tonight."
Beau responds by kissing her passionately and pulling her onto his lap. Ryan's hands are running through Beau's hair and she rocks her hips forward, she can feel how hard he is. Wrapping his arms tighter around Ryans waist, Beau stands and carries Ryan inside the house. He puts her down just inside the doorway of her bedroom and backs up slightly. Beau is silently giving her the opportunity to change her mind. As if confirming Beau’s question Ryan slowly lifts the hem of her t-shirt over her head and throws it on the floor. She reaches a hand out to Beau and he takes it as he crosses the threshold of her bedroom pulling Ryan close. Beau starts kissing down Ryan's neck, taking the opportunity to nibble lightly on her collarbone.
Ryan pulls Beau’s shirt tail out of the waistband of his dark washed jeans pushing it up his broad torso and over his head. She NEEDS to get it off him and feel his bare chest against hers. They kiss again, Beau nips at Ryans bottom lip and then licks at it before entering her mouth- their tongues dancing. When they finally break apart for air Ryan backs towards her bed, never breaking eye contact with Beau- slowly she goes to unhook her bra and tosses it at Beau before sliding her shorts and panties down her legs.
He catches the bra easily and his eyes darken as he takes in Ryan standing before him completely naked. “I’ve always known you were the most beautiful woman in the world but this confirms it. The way my body reacts to you should be illegal darlin '. I wanna take my time with you, taste every inch of you but if I don’t get inside of you soon I think I just might die.” Beau says as he unhooks his belt and jeans while moving towards Ryan.
“Well we wouldn’t want that to happen now would we” she says, slipping her hand into his boxer, grabbing his hardened length and pumping once, then twice before sliding his pants down his legs. Both completely bare, Beau picks Ryan up and places her on her bed and climbs on top of her. He’s kissing down her neck, slowly inching his way towards her breasts where his hands have been kneading the soft globes. Ryan moans as his mouth finds one of her nipples letting his tongue roll around the bud.
Ryan's hips rock up and Beau’s hard dick twitches against her stomach at the movement. “Beau I need you. PLEASE”
“Alright, let me get a condom.”
“Top drawer of my night stand, I’m like the Boy Scouts- always prepared”
“Well I’m about to show you how much I appreciate you being prepared.” He says while opening the foil packet and rolling the condom down his throbbing dick. Once covered he rubs the tip at her entrance before sliding in. “Honey I think I may have actually died and gone to heaven. You feel so good, so tight.” He said thrusting his hips harder and harder after giving Ryan time to adjust to him being inside of her. Ryan’s nails scratch his back as he continues to fuck her.
In a surprising move Ryan rolls Beau over onto his back so that she is on top riding him. Beau’s hands grip her hips tighter the faster she rocks, their moans getting louder. “Honey I’m getting close, I need you to come first.” He said moving his hands from her hips to her tits, squeezing them as he bucks his hips to meet Ryan’s movement. Ryan’s pace gets frenzied as she nears her release, placing her hands over Beau’s and moaning loudly. Ryan can feel the wave of pleasure washing over her as she leans over to kiss Beau. He flips Ryan over so he is once again on top and thrusts again and again and again until he reaches his own high.
“That was definitely worth the wait” Beau said, kissing Ryan's shoulder as he rolls to his side. She doesn't respond, but instead turns her head away from Beau's gaze. "You're not having second thoughts are you?" Beau asks with a worried expression on his face.
“No of course not, I just….I…I’ve…ugh” she groans in frustration and rubbing her hand over her face.
“Hey hey hey…..honey you’re making me nervous. I’m gonna need you to tell me what’s wrong.”
Ryan sits up against the headboard pulling the sheet up over her naked body and says “I’ve just never had someone love me so completely for who I am, flaws and all. The few relationships I’ve had I’ve never felt good enough- like I wasn’t skinny enough or pretty enough and you just have this way of making me feel like no one else matters.”
“That’s because you’re it for me Ryan. I’m sorry those other guys made you feel that way because you're so gorgeous and the fact that you don’t realize how gorgeous you are only adds to it. I am so crazy in love with you and if I’m lucky I’ll get to spend the rest of my life showing you just how special you are.”
"I'm not sure what I did to deserve you Beau, I really don't. You're it for me too, I can't see myself with anyone else. You just make loving you so easy" Ryan said, scooting closer to Beau and snuggling into his chest. "It took me too long to find you and I'm afraid I'll wake up one morning and find out this has all been a dream."
"Darlin, go to sleep-I promise I'm not going anywhere...there is literally no place I'd rather be than with you."
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Thank you @bullet-prooflove for ALL of your help!!
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untouchable | m. schumacher
pairing: mick schumacher x reader
word count: 3.2k words
request: yes, by anon: “friends to lovers fic with mick schumacher based on untouchable - taylor swift? i love your work and the little taylor swift references!!” okay for the longest time i had no idea how to write it, so i just used little references to the lyrics i hope that’s okay!🥺🥺 & “for the summer series can we get a running barefoot with mick and angie please 🙏🥺”
prompt: running around barefoot (again<3) + starry night and stargazing + campfire evenings from this prompt list.
warnings: language, mick being the softest. angie being the best. not proofread!
a/n: i think we have two fics left for the ‘summer of love’ event<3 i’ve loved writing these, it’s like the vacations i desperately need but can’t afford lol.
my masterlist / summer of love masterlist
“you ready?” mick asked, closing the trunk of his truck, she nodded, an excited smile on her face.
“have been since i got here,” she chuckled, placing her hands in the pockets of her jeans. she had a big smile on her face, and mick couldn’t help but stare for a second longer than he should’ve. he bit his lip as he threw his arm around her shoulders. “thank you for making time for me. i know you probably had other plans, or places to go, i know you don’t have that much time off but-”
“nonsense. no, of course i would rather show you around. it’s been a while since i’ve been there myself, plus, it’s your first time here, and i want to spend time with my best friend.” he said, trying his best to keep a straight face as he said the last two words.
they’d met a year before, they were vacationing at the same place and built a great friendship from then on. it started with texts, calls, and video chats every chance they could. at odd times of the night, she was arriving home from school, or a club, or a night out with friends, and he was just starting his day.
their schedules were crazy, but nothing could deny the absolute excitement they both fell when they woke up to find a text from the other person waiting for them. they told each other everything, confided in the other with their deepest thoughts and dreams and hopes, and soon they became each other’s favorite person.
they lived through ups and downs, grew closer every day, and became the other person’s safe space to rant, let out anything they felt at that moment. the feelings came in the blink of an eye. for mick, he woke up one day and everything was new, everything made sense. and he could finally put a name to what he felt inside his stomach when his phone rang. he knew why he felt disappointment inside when he didn’t see her name on his screen.
for her, it was similar, but more difficult to admit. it was so cliché, the attractive best friend who everyone wanted, and the normal girl by his side. she’d tried so hard to deny her feelings, she kept telling herself that she just missed him, but even she couldn’t hide the way hearing his voice affected her. how she stopped everything every time she received a new message.
they thought that once they reunited, the feelings would fade away, but she’d been there, in switzerland, for two days, and she could barely keep it together.
“i’m so excited,” she looked up at mick, who was smiling at her.
“you’ll love it. it’s so beautiful, and you get a perfect view of the stars at night.”
“i’ve seen pictures,” she nodded, “i bet it doesn’t compare to the real thing, though,”
“it’s so much better.” he assured her, “we should hit the road now, so we have enough time to set everything up.” mick suggested, and she nodded, looking back to his arm still on her shoulders. “oh! sorry,” he said, removing it from her, she shook her head.
“don’t worry. but you’re right, we should go now.”
“angie!” mick called for his dog, she walked to them, her tail waggling, “let’s go, get in girl.”
“she’s joining us? for real?” since her arrival she’d begged mick to let angie join them on their trip, but he said it would be too tiring for her, but apparently he’d changed his mind sometime between last night and that moment.
“yeah, i figured… she’d be a good guide if we go hiking,”
“oh, she’ll be the best girl,” she crouched down, petting the dog and scratching behind her ears. “go, angie,” she opened the backseat door for her to climb in. “you’re the best,” she was quick to wrap both arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. with that, she walked to the passenger side and climbed in, leaving him with flushed cheeks and a frantic heart.
the car ride was fun, they sang to the playlist they’d made a day before, he laughed when she claimed three songs in a row to be her favorite. she sang at the top of her lungs, making dramatic facial expressions and giving a full performance. her throat hurt by the time they arrived at their camping site.
“shut the fuck up,” she gasped, looking at the view. “this is gorgeous!” her mouth was wide open, she turned to her side, finding mick smirking at her. “i want to live here forever,” she declared.
“it’s great, isn’t it?” she nodded excitedly, “there’s a lake a few minutes down, we can go there tomorrow if you like.”
“obviously! i want to see it all, i don’t want to was a single second,” she grabbed her phone, taking pictures and a short video of her view. she panned the camera from her window, to the other side of the car, where mick was holding on to the steering wheel with one hand, the other was tapping against his leg, following the beat of the song playing in the background. he noticed her, looked at her, and smiled, and after she grinned back, he threw her a wink. “ugh, mick, gross,” she teased and stopped recording.
“what?” his chest moved up and down as he laughed, she shook her head.
“stop trying to be cute, i am immune to your charms,” it was now her turn to wink at him, a smile on her face as she returned her attention outside.
mick wanted to die.
she kept replaying that wink in her mind.
-
“are you almost done?”
“i would if someone helped me out.”
“i am helping!” she answered, throwing a marshmallow at him. he narrowed his eyes and slowly turned his head to the side. “i’m making dinner.”
“sorry to break it to you, but smores aren’t dinner,” mick stood up from where he was currently trying to set up a tent for them. he patted his hands on his jeans, walking to her. she had a frown on her face, and a small pout on her lips.
“than you’re not getting any.” she turned away, returning her attention to the sweet desserts she’d be enjoying later that night.
“no, please,” he begged, sitting in front of her on the bench, with one leg on each side, “you’ve been bragging about them for months now,”
“well, you should’ve been nicer,” she raised an eyebrow, “bad boys don’t get their reward,” the words slipped out of her mouth without noticing, it took her three seconds, filled with silence, to realize what she’d said. she didn’t move, keeping her eyes on her task, but was aware of every movement mick made.
“fine, i’m sorry, and i promise i’ll be good from now on.” he said, leaning forward, placing his chin on her shoulder. her breath hitched and she tried her best to play it cool. “better?” his breath hit her skin, the hairs on her neck threatening to rise.
“better,” she bit her lip as she tilted her head a little, his forehead hit the side of her temple, and he wished he could’ve stayed there forever. “now go back and build our home for the night, it’s starting to get dark,”
“yes ma'am,” mick leaned back. “although, there’s a perfectly good cabin right there, with everything we might need,”
"yes, but you promised me a real camping experience, and that includes the tent. the cabin is only for showers. plus, i am in charge here, mick, better get it through that pretty head of yours soon," her words made him chuckle, he only nodded in reply and stood up, ignoring the fluttering feeling in his chest.
she watched him walk away, still wishing to feel his forehead against her, missing his warmth.
-
“oh my god,” mick’s eyes went wide.
“i know,” she nodded her head up and down, slowly, a grin on her face.
“oh my god,” he repeated, staring at the sweet in his hand. “this is really good,”
“it’s my specialty,” she shrugged, the proud look on her face accompanied her smug smile. “can you believe you almost missed this?”
“it would’ve been a pity. i am sorry for saying this wasn’t dinner,” he placed a hand on his chest, over his heart. she chuckled.
“you know i would’ve shared them with you anyway,” she shrugged, “but it’s about time you let yourself break your diet even for just a few days,”
“it’s not that bad once you get used to it. but you’re right, it has been a while since i’ve had one of these,” mick started, his eyes focused on the flames in front of them. they sat on the bench, next to each other. it was dark now, with no other sound other than the fire cracking in front of them.
“thank you for bringing me here. you know i would’ve been fine just going wherever you went, or staying at your place,” a few seconds passed before she spoke, she’d tilted her head to the side, and had a soft look on her face.
“you don’t need to thank me,” he smiled, throwing an arm around her shoulders, “besides, i wouldn’t have been a good host if i just dragged you wherever i wanted or needed to go. plus, look at this,” he pointed up to the sky, where a million little stars were shining, like tiny lights, like-
“a diamond sky,” she said, looking up, a soft smile on her face.
“where else will you get a view like this?” he asked, moving his head slightly, watching as she still looked up at the sky as he spoke. his heart was beating frantically in his chest, as he realized the double meaning behind his words. yes, at first he referred to the sky and the stars decorating it, but he also spoke about her. the way her lips curled up softly, her curious eyes inspecting the starry night. he thought about his own question, where else would he get a view like that?
-
the next day, mick woke up to the sound of laughter and barking.
he exited the tent, rubbing his eyes with his knuckle to adjust to the light. a smile formed on his face instantly.
her hair was messy, she was still wearing her pjs, and was running around their camp site with angie trailing behind her.
“go get it, girl,” she said as she threw a ball, running after the dog as angie sprinted towards it. when they returned, mick was already up. “hey, sleepyhead,” she smiled at him.
“you’re not wearing shoes,” he noted.
“i know. i hated it at first, but your fluffy baby wouldn’t even let me put on socks before she brought me her toys. it’s kinda cool once you get used to it,”
“well, i’l make sure my fluffy baby let’s you have some time to yourself so you can get ready first,”
“you’re soooo kind,” she placed both hands on his face, squeezing his cheeks together.
later, they set off for a hike down to the lake, and to say she was excited would be an understatement.
“i want to stay here forever!” she claimed, tossing her backpack on the ground as she ran around. mick let angie off her leash and let her run freely. “this is gorgeous,” she took a second to breathe deeply, admiring the sights that surrounded her.
“i know. i knew you’d like it here,” he grinned, sitting on the grass, holding his water bottle in his hand. she walked and sat next to him, shoulders touching.
“you’re the best. i can’t imagine my life without you in it. you’ve changed it forever,”
his breath hitched, he knew she was talking about his friendship, but a part of him couldn’t help but wish it was for something… more.
“i'm happy you're part of my life, i can't remember what it was like before all the late night talks, the random rants and messages at all hours of the day, but i wouldn't change it for the world," he smiled, first staring at the calm water a few meters away from them, then turning to face her, who had a bright sparkle in her eyes. her hand touched his, an involuntary movement that took both of them by surprise. they'd been affectionate before, but it had always been playful, or during casual conversation, never during a moment like that, when time seemed to stop, when the seconds of her fingertips grazing the back of his hand felt like an eternity.
nothing could ruin that moment, with a beautiful scenery, the sun shining on them, a tension that was starting to build up, encouraging them to-
"angie, stop!" the australian shepherd ran to them at full speed, and started running around them, barking as she tried to get them to play with her. “i’m going, i’m going,” mick said as he got up, grabbing a ball from his backpack and throwing it away, he chuckled as the dog ran towards it.
mick looked down at his friend, who was still sitting on the grass.
“you want to play?” he asked, she was staring at nothing in particular, but she seemed to be deep in thought. mick frowned, reaching down to touch her shoulder, “hey, you okay?” he asked as she pulled herself out of her thoughts.
“yeah, sorry,” she gave him a quick, small smile. “just…thinking.”
“i can see that,” he chuckled, “penny for your thoughts?” he offered his hand, and she grabbed it to help herself up. he raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to answer, but she just shook her head and chased after angie.
-
later, once the sun was gone and they were back at their camping site, mick found his friend lying on the ground, her eyes focused on the sky above. he approached her, sitting down and crossing his legs beneath him.
“you’ve been quiet all day,” he told her, “is… everything all right? did- did i-”
“you’ve been great.” she interrupted him, her fingers resting on her stomach, she played with them as she looked at the stars as if they held the answer to all her questions, all the thoughts in her head. “honestly. i- i don’t think…” she started, “i don’t think i’ve ever felt like this before. i know that it… it might sound dumb but i- no one’s ever done what you’ve done for me these past few days.” she turned her head to the side, catching his eyes, “you’ve made me feel welcomed in your home, in your life.”
“you are. of course you are. i told you, you’re… one of the most important people in my life. and… this is nothing compared to all the things i’d do for you. i- i think i would do anything in my power to make sure you’re happy, to make sure you feel… loved, and wanted.”
“that’s… that’s the thing,” she said, moving her eyes back to the shiny dots, “you do make me feel like that. and i- it scares me.” she let out a deep breath.
“why?” he asked, “you shouldn’t be afraid of people showing their appreciation for you,”
“i know, but what if… what if my love is… more?”
mick didn’t answer, he couldn’t form coherent sentences not even in his mind, he was only aware of a tingling feeling on his fingertips.
“i’m afraid of loving someone so much… it hurts to breathe when i’m without them. of feeling so attached to someone, and not… getting that in return.”
she thought she’d feel like a weight had been lifted off her, but instead, she felt like she was being crushed.
“you know what i… what i thought the first time we met?” mick asked. she didn’t look at him, only shook her head. “i thought you were… so effortlessly funny, kind, smart. i thought ‘this is someone i want in my life for the rest of my days.’ you have no idea how thrilled i was that you wanted to be my friend. it- it felt like when you’re little and it’s just so easy to make friends with anyone. loving you feels like that, it feels easy and… without complications. loving you is knowing that i can always count on you, despite time difference, distance. loving you is… the reason i wake up every day. and yes, loving someone like this is terrifying, but it’s beautiful and it gives me a reason to keep working on myself. to be the best version of myself, for you. because you deserve… someone who loves you unconditionally and can give you all the love you need, who can give you back all the love you give the world.”
she shut her eyes, squeezing them tightly as she tried to breathe.
“and… if i didn’t screw this whole thing up, or i wasn’t clear enough, i would like to be that person. i’ve wanted to be that person since last summer. i just… didn’t know it yet.”
the first thing she saw as she opened her eyes, were the stars. shining so bright, twinkling against a sea of darkness. slowly, she moved her head, her eyes meeting a new pair of stars, only these were a clear blue, and were staring nervously at her.
“say it again,” her voice was something barely above a whisper. he leaned towards her, his face close to hers.
“if you let me, i would love to show you, each day and night, how much i love you.”
“and how much is that?” she couldn’t help but ask. mick chuckled, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
“do you hear that?” he asked, she frowned, staying silent for a few seconds.
“angie snoring?”
“yeah, i love you equally, if not more than i love her,”
“that’s… a lot,” she was aware of how much his pets meant to him, and that realization only made her feel like her heart would burst out of her chest at any moment.
“so… you don’t have to be afraid of not getting that love back, because i will love you until i run out of love to give.”
“won’t you get tired? of me?”
“never. the best part of my day is seeing your name on my phone, hearing your voice, and now that you’re here… spending time with you is the only thing i want to do.”
“when i touched your hand… earlier,” she blinked, “it felt… right. like it was meant to hold yours.”
“maybe it was.” he said, his fingertips brushing against her arm, as he slid them down towards her hand. “can i?”
she didn’t answer, only moved her hand so her palm was facing up. she nearly shivered at the feeling of his fingers against it. they traveled slowly, exploring her skin. when he slid his fingers in the gaps between hers, it felt like a missing piece had been found.
“it’s perfect,”
“will you?” he asked.
“what?” she whispered.
“let me love you like you deserve to be loved.”
she smiled as the air left her lungs, her free hand went up to his neck, bringing him down.
“only if you allow me to love you back the same way.”
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Home For The Holidays
Ao3 link:
Word Count: 1,209
Rating: E (Smut, Oral and Vaginal Sex, slight breeding kink, NSFW, MDNI)
Summary: It's the holidays and you and Garreth are finally able to spend some time together. The topic of the future comes up.
A/N: This is my first fic so please be nice. I am so glad to have been able to join in on this little project! ❤
As you open the door to your little cottage, you are met with the warmth from a fire and the most heavenly aroma of dinner cooking. Sliding off your jacket and scarf, you place them down before heading over to kitchen to see the familiar red hair of your husband, Garreth Weasley, with his back facing you. He wasn’t supposed to be home until much later due to having to close the shop despite it being Christmas eve but maybe by some miracle he had gotten done early. You make your way over to him before wrapping your arms around him, placing your hands on his chest and your face against his back before he notices you.
“There is my little wife. I almost wondered if I would have to go searching for you. Can’t believe you would be late for our anniversary dinner” He jested as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips which made you roll your eyes before returning the kiss. You could tell he must have been eating the cookies you had baked the day before just by how his lips tasted of candy canes and chocolate. As he pulls away, he brings the spoon from the soup towards your lips. “Just want to make sure it is perfect. Don’t forget to blow.” The warmth of the soup helped your body defrost and the rich flavors made you wonder what new spice concoction he had tested out this time though it only enhanced it.
After dinner, you both stood around the Christmas tree as you decorated it while soft music played in the background, having pushed it off due to both of your crazy work schedules. As you pulled out an ornament that his family had given to you two during your wedding, you couldn’t help but smile a bit before you peeked around the tree to look at Garreth. His eyes seemed to glimmer amongst the colorful lights, and he had his tongue sticking out a bit in concentration as he tried to figure out where to place the ornament he was holding.
You still couldn’t believe this was your life sometimes, this being one of the times. Had someone asked you a couple of years back if you would see yourself settling down with Garreth, you would have given them a look. You both had seen each other as mostly friends since you joined Hogwarts in your fifth year, but something had shifted during your last year. You weren’t sure if it was both of you maturing or if it was the jealousy, you had felt when you saw him flirting with other girls but one night during a study session, you both got into a small argument before confessing your feelings to one another. Ever since that day, you both had been inseparable and when he proposed to you during graduation, you couldn’t have been more ecstatic. Though some might say they should have waited till they were a bit older and had a bit more money, they both had made this old cottage into the home they both had envisioned.
“Hey, everything ok?” A warm voice pulled you from your thoughts as Garreth stared at you with a concerned look on his face.
“Oh yes, just thinking about everything between us and about the future. I know that might be silly since we have only been married for a year, but I think we both are ready to talk about this.” You say before looking at Garreth for confirmation that he had the same idea. He walks over to you and places his hands over yours before noticing the ornament you were still holding.
“Oh, that kind of conversation. I honestly also have been thinking about having our own little family as well. It doesn’t help when most of the customers at Pippin’s have been students from Hogwarts grabbing ingredients for their last classes before the holiday break started or even just young families coming in to get what they need. Do you really want a family?” He asks as he rubs his hands up and down your arms in a comforting way while a smile graced his lips.
You wouldn’t deny that you were dreaming of kids running around the cottage more these days and now that you both were in a better financial standing, you wondered if it was a sign that it was time to start a little family. You look up at him, a smile gracing your lips before you nod your head. He pulls you into another loving kiss with a bit of excitement in it as he places his hands on your waist. “Would it be silly to ask if we try tonight?” he says with a mischievous smile and glint in his eyes.
It wasn’t long till both of your clothes were off and you were on your back near the fireplace, Garreth in between your legs as he worked on getting you ready to take him. You could tell he was enjoying himself by the moans and growls he let out while eating you out as your fingers tangled in his ginger locks. You could feel that familiar tightness in your core start to grow before he pulled away, teasing you as you let out a whine which was swallowed by his lips against yours while her rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance. “Ready for me, dear?” He cooed before sliding into you, knowing your answer before you even spoke it.
Both of your moans filled the living room as you both chased your high, Garreth’s hips bucking with a steady and deep pace while your legs wrapped around his hips. You lean your head back as he starts to gently kiss and suck at your skin, your mind growing hazy with desire. “Fuck Garreth, right there!!” You moan as he rubs against your sweet spot before you feel yourself coming undone, squealing his name as your nails run down his back. You could feel his movements start to stutter as he was getting closer, so you decide to help him by looking him in the eyes before speaking in a sultry begging tone. “Please Garreth, please cum inside me. I want to carry your baby even if it takes fucking in every room of this house.” That was all it took before Garreth slammed into you before growling as he came, filling you up with the warmth of his seed. He made sure to stay deep inside you for a couple of minutes before pulling out, panting as he looked at you. “You ae something else, you know?” He says with a slight chuckle.
As you both lay on the couch, your head on his chest and his hand stroking your hair, you couldn’t be more content with your life. The sight of snow starting to fall outside your window was soon forgotten as the grandfather clock in the corner started to charm signaling that it was now midnight. “Merry Christmas, Garreth.” You said before your chin was tilted up, so you were staring at him. “Merry Christmas, my love. Let this Christmas be the start of our new future. I love you so much.”
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Soobin: Too Sleepy
The quiet sounds of Soobin's steady breathing accompany the ceiling fan's cooling breeze. There is no sun outside, only thick clouds dropping half-mist and half-snow.
Even when it was chilly outside, Soobin wouldn't sleep without his fan.
You're lying down on one wing of your L-shaped couch while Soobin sleeps on the other wing. Your faces meet in the middle, both meant to be watching a TV show before he fell into a deep slumber.
You didn't mind spending your only free Thursday evenings with Soobin, only to have him sleep on you -- you took it as a compliment. He felt safe enough to sleep at your place.
Or maybe he's just tired from work.
You had turned off the television by now and had turned your attention towards him, watching him as he gently slept away the minutes of the otherwise gloomy afternoon. His bangs had fallen over his eyes, his left cheek was completely squished under his face as soft snores escaped his nose.
You gently run your fingers through your friend's hair, moving the thick locks away from his eyes.
I could get used to this, you thought to yourself.
After a few minutes, he shifts in his sleep, and he brings his arm up towards his face. He rubs his eyes as he groggily tries to wake up.
"Mmm," he smiles at the feel of your hand against his hair, and he reaches to take your hand in his.
He wraps his fingers together with yours, bringing them to his lips.
Then, he does the unthinkable.
He falls back to sleep.
Oh, you thought, now studying the new position of your hands intertwined with his.
Is this... is this platonic or something...?
Soobin, you knew, could be a heavy sleeper when he was terribly exhausted. It was especially busying nowadays, with all the preparations for their upcoming comeback taking up most of his schedule.
But what was this? Was he awake?
People can sleepwalk. People sleep-talk all the time. And even hug in their sleep, too.
I guess people can sleep-handhold now...?
You're all too squeamish on the inside for your own good, probably blushing like crazy on the outside. There's no way he's awake. There's no way he knows what he just did!
Does this mean... he likes me back!?
You smiled at the devious thought crawling through your mind, that your friends-to-lovers arc was finally about to set off with Soobin. So much so, you started daydreaming about him. Eventually, you fall asleep, too.
--
An hour or so later, Soobin groggily wakes in mere confusion as to where he's at. Then it all comes back to him: he's at your place.
We were watching a movie. Or a show. Did I fall asleep..?
He begins to pull his fingers up to his eyes to rub them, then suddenly feels his hand wrapped around something.
Wait, not something.
But someone.
His eyes trace his fingers to yours and then back to where you are now, snoring fast asleep from the other wing of the L-couch.
Shit, he thinks, unsure of what to do.
You grabbed my hand while I was asleep!
He smiled at the thought of you sneaking your hand into his, thinking it could have only meant one thing: you most definitely liked him back.
He smiled and blushed at the sight of you, thinking about whether this was the first time you'd ever grabbed his hand in his sleep or not.
He excitedly pulls his phone from deep within his pocket and snaps a picture to ask about it later.
Smugly, he pulls your hand just a bit closer to his chest, and patiently waits for you to wake up. This wasn't a very good plan, because five minutes later he's back on cloud 9 dreaming away with you.
If only you knew that in fifteen minutes or so, you'd both wake up together and smile at each other at the feeling of your hands cutely intertwined against his chest.
If only Soobin knew that accusatory fingerpointing as to who-grabbed-whose-hand-first would follow suit.
If only you knew the face he'd make in disbelief when you told him he was actually the one who did it first in his sleep, only to be met with a pillow thrown at you and an accusation that you were lying and trying to blame it on him.
The laughter would soon turn to a throw-pillow fight.
All the pillows are gone, and he jumps the couch to tackle you and say, "You held my hand first!"
You stand your ground, laughing and squealing, "I'm not lying!"
He'd pull out his phone and proudly say, "I took a picture first!"
You'd grab the phone and throw it onto the rug under the coffee table.
He'd pin you down against the couch to get you back.
The laughing would fade to smiles.
Your smiles would endearingly invite each other closer.
Your lips would gently touch.
He's then yours to have, to keep, and to love...
finally as more than just a friend.
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Here we go again : Matt Murdock x reader x Dick Grayson
A/N: I think I got myself into an unhealthy addiction of writing stories based on the songs stuck in my head, but well, it fits, so why not.
A/N 2 : This is just something to make you grasp the idea behind the story. The next chapters are going to go back in time to properly deal with the timeline and events.
inspired by : That's hilarious by Charlie Puth.
PROLOGUE
That's hilarious
Hahahaha.....
haha
Yeah, if you haven't already guessed I'm laughing because at this point nothing seems real anymore and if I wasn't laughing at the irony I would probably start crying, screaming and then jump our of the window.
Let me give you a quick introduction into my life, so you could understand me better.
Hi,
my name is Y/N and I'm a citizen developer. Which means I pretty much do everything that has to do with IT, Artificial Inteligence, programming, computers and programming. I loved my job to the point where I was spending hours and hours in front of the screen to be the very best. And truly, finally I got to the top. At the age of 21 I was a most-known in my profession.
And that got me some attention.
Did I mention I was born and living in Gotham?
So, perhaps you guessed who was the guy that gave me my first job?
No?
Well, it was Bruce Wayne. Yes, Wayne as in Wayne Enterprises.
Oh, god, I was on cloud nine being able to put my hands on all that technology, give my ideas and finally having someone to listen and apreciate them. I upgraded it, gave a bit of personal touch to the systems and god, it was amazing., I felt like I was where I belonged.
Bruce, however reserved and distant he was soon started to treat me like his own daughter. I mean, what else can you expect from a relationship between a CEO who spend most of his time with the youngest IT who also happened to be a half-orphan?
So, soon, he let me into the Wayne Manor, where I met his adopted son, Dick. Quite different than his parential figure, but pretty much the same with distant and pushing away. I didn't force him. It took us half a year to become some sort of friends and another half a year to fall truly, madly, deeply in love. No irony here. We spend a lot of time together. Or at least as much as our busy schedules allowed us to. Dick was a detective with crazy work hours, both night and day so when I get the chance I worked from the Manor, even when Bruce was not content with it.
Now that I think about it, i wonder how love-blinded I was.
That's when the story starts to go downhill.
When I was 23, Wayne Enterprises' tech department, with me leading it, introduced some new prototype. The whole project was on the highest security level, full NDA and confidentiality, so from some point the only people involved in the details were me and Bruce. I was literally sunsine and rainbows I get to be involved, hell! be the head of the assignment.
Until I got myself in trouble walking home from work at late night.
Remember, it was Gotham City and I was overwhelmed with our success.
So, due to my absent-mindedness some assaulters came right at me, grabbing both of my arms and dragging me into the dark alley. Of course I was figthing back, screaming and squirming, but what can one girl do in confrontation with 3 pretty beefy men?
Yes, three points for the right answer. NOTHING.
I was pretty much saying goodbye to my life (or at least my sexual health and good memories in that aspect - thank you, Dick Grayson for giving me them) when Gotham's heroes - Batman and Robin decided to show up, blowing everything and beating the assaulters to shit. Maybe they exaggareted a bit, after all those men were not criminals, and there was no need to knock them unconscious and that made me wonder. Still a bit overwhelmed I looked around and then I spotted Batman's new gear. Based on the technology I created.
So there were two, maybe three options:
Batman stole the technology from Wayne, and therefore he was not a hero everyone believed him to
Batman got the techonology from Wayne and therefore Bruce knew Batman's identity (Bruce would never let anyone, even the hero got it without checking all the details)
Bruce was Batman.......
"Bruce......?"
"Y/N."
"What is going on here?" I took a step back and bumped into wall
"Let me explain it to you....."
"Y/N!" another voice came from my right and before I realised what was happening, another caped vigilante was holding me close to his chest, his warm embrace being oddly famliiar. "Are you alright?" Robin's hands started caressing my back, his breaht ticking my face.
Holy fuck!
If Bruce was Batman than .....
"Dick?" my eyes went wide. Stupid, stupid girl! You should have known!
"Are you all right?" he asked again, a mix of desperation and remorse in his voice.
"Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I don't know. What is this? some sort of Surprise Sur Price?"
"Let us explain...." Dick took a quick glance at Batman Bruce who nodded
"Not here. It's not safe."
NOT SAFE!?
"Y/N." Dick took my hand squizing it gently, but lovingly "come on, baby, let's get you out of here."
"Um, well, okey...."
They got me to the Manor and then, since the secret was out and in their own words, they trusted me, I got a quick tour around the batcave. Yeah, they trusted me so much they kept their second life in secret for two fucking years! How is that trust?! I felt betrayed, played with, used, you name it. All that anger made me cry and clench my fist at the same time, my face going red and my heart at the edge of literally breaking.
"Talk to her." apparently that was too much for Bruce, since he decided to let my boyfriend deal with the damage. "You're off the patrol tonigh. Just make sure she'll be fine."
Oh, quite a conversation it was. However, at first not many words were used..... Anger, or rather fury, found another way out......But, when we both calmed down enough to use our mouths to actually echange full sentences it was all painfully clear.
The problem about heroes comes down to the fact that when being torn between their mission and the person they love ,they always choose the duty. And Dick did exactly that when he decided to sweet talk all my worries and cover up the truth for two whole years. That was sad. But, trying to be rational, I didn't scream or blame him. To some point I understood his motives, I mean, as a gotham citizen. As his girlfiriend I could not. I stayed in the manor until he felt asleep in his serene belief we were fine now.
We weren't.
I left Gotham that nigh, leaving him a letter explaing why I had to do this and kindly asking him not to look for me. The thought of the heartbreak he had to go through must have been soul-piercing. At least that's how it was for me when I found myself in Hell's kitchen trying to put my life together and move on.
I found a new job, but it was not the same without him.
And then Matt Murdock came into my life. He was such a nice guy, With an opinion amongst girls, as his best friend Foggy told me. Well, I was not going to fall for him. I had my walls high. Matt and Foggy were both lawyers and a bit of tech was kind of useful in this profession so soon we were working together. As friends. But clearly it was not enough for Matt. We were working late in his aparment, foggy has already left and I was picking my stuff to go home as well, already halfway to the door when Murdock yanked me back by my hand and kissed me with the most knee-buckling, hot, passionate kiss. You know, the one when you just reciprocate in an instant, no need to process what the hell is going on, while the other person's hand sneak around you pulling you closer. At first, i just let him caress my body, but quickly fall on the concrete.
"Stay with me...." he whispered against my lips
"Matt...." I pushed him away and he backed out immidiately
"I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't mean to push you, but I just... I have so many feeligns for you."
"No, I'm sorry. I'm just..... not ready. Yet."
"Yet?" damn lawyers
"Yet" I smiled lightly to defuse the tension
"Well then, I'm not giving up on you".
***
You know the saying "the history repeats itself?" Well it really does. I learned that in a painfull way, when a month later it turned out Matt Murdock was the devil of hell's kitchen. DAREDEVIL for fuck's sake. What was wrong with me and why the hell was I attracting vigilantes from the whole damn country?!
At least I didn't have to get myself in trouble to get to know his secret identity.
Oh no.
This was much worse when he stumbled into my apartment at 3 a.m. waking me up, in not so pleasant way, al bloody and on the verge of life. Yeah, we.... well, we had an argument. But somehow, he convinced me to stay. Something Dick couldn't do in the past. He never asked me to stay.
So I give in to the hope that this time it would be diffent. And I stayed, ready to fight for whatever was blooming between us.
And I was happy-ish to work through it with him.
And I was slowly moving on.
Until one evening, half a year after I left Gotham the past came knocking at my door.
Literally.
I was at my apartment, working and cuddling with Matt when the noice from outside made me get up and open.
"Y/N...... I found you...."
Dick fucking Grayson was at my door.
"Y/N...." he whispered tenderly "I need you back. I want you back with me...."
"Y/N? who is that?" in a blink of an eye Matt was by my side and at this point I was just turning my gaze from one guy to another in shock.
"Who the fuck are you?" Dick hissed
"Well I could ask you the same question" Matt retorted coldly
"I'm her boyfriend" ok, now it was Robin talking
"Funny thing, because that is who I am." hello, Daredevil, nice to see you woke up as well. I guess it was automatic - when Dick went into vigilante mode, Matt responded with exact the same.
"Guys....." I tried to stop them, but they did not let me.
"So you must be the ex?" Matt smirked
"You know about me? Does she moan my name when you two....."
"Ok! Ok! That is enough!" ultimately I got their attention, pretty sure I was red as an apple due to Dick's words.
Now.
I was the only thing standing between two vigilantes in their full-on fighting mode, ready to kill each other .
Oh, boy......
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i absolutely adore the way you write🌹 if you’re still looking for prompts/requests could you maybe write something with Steven watching his s.o do their makeup before they go to work or to a date with him and just being like 😍 all the time? have a lovely day/night!!!
AN | Please, this is soft and sweet and domestic and I want it so bad! 🥰 Enjoy!
Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Warnings | None
Word Count | 1.5k
Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight
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It seemed like it had been forever since you’d been able to enjoy a nice evening out with Steven. Not that you were mad or annoyed or anything. You understood that things weren’t exactly normal when it came to Steven, so you weren’t dismayed when plans were canceled or changed. As long as you got to spend time Steven and he always came home safe, you were happy. He was all that mattered at the end of the day.
Tonight - finally - was date night. Well, date night that was supposed to happen weeks ago but had to be rescheduled. Between your crazy schedule, Steven’s outings, and everything else life had to offer, it kept having to be pushed back. But nothing was going to take it away from you this evening. Not as long as you had a say in it; and you finally intended on doing that.
You were perched at the small vanity in your bedroom, studying your reflection as you tried to decide what you wanted to put on your face. The two of you were going out for a date night of a movie and dinner, so you’d opted for a simple but pretty floral dress and some mary janes you couldn’t say no to. There weren’t always a ton of opportunities to dress up, so you always took full advantage when you could. Plus you knew Steven was a sucker for you in a pretty dress, even if he’d never admit it out loud.
You heard the creak of that stubborn little floorboard from just outside your bedroom door, which caused you to turn your attention over. Steven was standing there with a little smile on his face, watching you with nothing short of reverence. Your face turned up in a smile that threatened to break your face in half.
“Hello Steven,” your voice was so soft, gentle and tender and made him absolutely weak in the knees, “you’re early, love. I’m not quite ready yet. Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he came over to you and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before he gently stroked your cheek, “I finished a little early today and wanted to see you. So I just came over. You look beautiful, darling.”
“No need for flattery,” you lightly tugged on his tie and pulled him down to your lips. You offered him a few saccharine little kisses, “you already have me, my love. I promise I won’t take too long.”
“It’s no matter,” he insisted as he made himself comfortable in your bed, leaning up against the headboard so he could wait and watch. You caught his eye in the reflection and felt your face flush with warmth, “go on, darling. Don’t let me make you nervous.”
“Steven,” your laugh was like magic as you playfully rolled your eyes at him, “you don’t make me nervous. Just don’t make me laugh! I don’t want to ruin my makeup as I’m doing it!”
“You don’t need any makeup-”
“I know that,” you promised softly, “and I’d be fine with going out like this. But we have the time and sometimes I do like doing my makeup, just for fun. It’s nice to play around with it every once in a while.”
“As long as you’re doing it for yourself, that’s all that matters,” he agreed softly as you nodded.
“It’s always for me,” you agreed, “sometimes it’s just because I like to leave red lipstick all over you. It’s all very self-serving you see. I like knowing you’re mine.”
“I…” his face warmed up under your little wink, “of course I am. And you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you agreed as you reached for your moisturizer to begin your makeup routine, “now, my love, I require complete silence from you and no snarky comments.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promised softly, a gentle warmth blossoming and radiating throughout his entire body at your affection. He hadn’t been used to someone being so openly gentle and tender with him before you. These days it still floored him sometimes that you loved him; some days it felt like a dream rather than reality but then he felt your gentle touch all over him and remembered that it was all very real.
Watching you go through your beauty routine was like catching a little glimpse into your private world. It almost felt like he shouldn’t have been watching, like it was too intimate for someone like him. He tried to watch without making it seem too obvious that he was intently starting at your every little move.
Steven was mesmerized by the way you reached for your foundation, blending it delicately onto your face, giving yourself a once over to make sure it was even. It looked natural, a look you preferred over anything else. You searched through one of the middle drawers of the vanity, looking for whatever eyeshadow and face products you wanted to use this evening. After gathering everything up, you leaned in and quickly did your eyebrows, your tongue peeking out from between your pretty pink lips in concentration. You were adorable, something more precious to him than he could have ever put into words. Once you were satisfied that they were even, you caught his eye in the mirror and smiled.
“Not all of us are born with full luscious curls and nice, thick brows,” you informed him, a teasing lilt to your voice, “so I do what I can.”
“You’re perfect,” he stammered nervously, “natural brows and all. That’s…that’s what people call them right?”
“Yes,” you giggled, “thank you, Steven. I’m glad to know you find me beautiful regardless.”
“You are easily the most beautiful creature in this world,” he wasn’t entirely sure he should have said that out loud but the glowing expression on your face told him he’d made the right decision.
You effortlessly applied some blush and bronzer, offsetting it all with some glowing highlighter. How did you even know to do all of that? How did you memorize where it all went and were able to do it with ease? Watching your little routine was almost hypnotic; he liked watching your silent work as you painted yourself like it was an art form. In some ways, he supposed, you were an artist and the canvas your face.
It was the skilled and precise blending of your eyeshadow that really got him. The way you knew which colors went together, how easily you were able to make them work together to create a soft, gentle look on your eyes. The mascara took all of your concentration as you worked to coat each little lash without smudging anything. Steven doubted he could ever manage to do that with his big, clumsy hands.
The last step, perhaps the most enticing, was lipstick. You reached for that signature red you loved so much, the one that made a regular appearance on your lips and swiped it on with a light hand to make sure you were able to get a clean crisp line, especially on your cupid’s bow.
Once you decided that you were done, you let your hair down, letting it cascade deliciously, and causing Steven to inhale sharply. You grabbed a bottle of setting spray, delicately misting your face and drying it with your hands. You reached for the bottle of perfume, the one that you knew Steven loved the smell of, before lightly spritzing it on your pulse points. When everything was set to your liking, you turned to find Steven still watching you in awe. His eyes were soft and the corner of his mouth lifted up in a silly little smile.
“What?” you asked before standing up and making your way over to him, “too boring? Too much?”
“No,” he promised as he took the hand you offered and stood up, “not boring at all - rather interesting to watch. You’re beautiful either way, darling, but it’s…perfect. I really want to kiss you right now, but I don’t want to mess up your lipstick.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck before leaning and gently nudging his nose with yours, letting your lips almost touch his, “you can kiss me all you want later. I intend on doing that very thing to you. I’ve been wanting to do that since you walked in. You look so handsome, and you’re all mine.”
“Mhmm,” he flourished under your praise, his cheeks warming up, “you can have whatever you want, do whatever. It’s yours, I’m yours.”
“I know,” you pressed a barely there kiss to his lips, just enough to make sure there was no lipstick on his plush lips, “but for now, come on! I want to see this movie and get dinner. Its been too long since we’ve had a proper date night.”
“I love you,” there was a dreamy expression on his face as he let you pull him along with you.
“I love you more, Steven.”
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im sorry ik that ur requests are closed, but i LOVED jiseok’s oneshot, where the reader is their manager’s daughter! Can we may have a part two?
Here you go Part 2 to Manager’s Daughter
Kwak Jiseok
Summary: Yours and Jiseoks’ date after their concert and you finally talk to your mom.
WC:~1.4k
Warning:grammar
photo not mine credits to owner.
Xdinary Heroes were performing their last song before they would end their concert.
“Jiseok and I are going to get something to eat after the concert,” you informed your mom.
“Oh! Like a date?” She says surprised, both of her eyebrows raising.
“Yeah, like a date,” you told her.
“So he found the courage to ask you out?” She asked you with her full attention.
“You knew that he liked me?” You questioned her, taken aback.
“I had a feeling. He always seemed to be very interested whenever I mentioned you,” she reveals.
“See it’s your fault that he likes me. You talked about me too much,” you playfully nudged her.
“At least he has good taste,” she states. It was nice to talk to your mom like this. You can’t remember the last time the two of you had “girl talk”.
The members said their last goodbyes and the concert officially ended. They made their way off stage and headed back to the waiting room with you and your mom following behind them.
“You guys did great,” you tell them as you enter the room. They each let out some form of a thank you. They began to pack up their instruments, getting ready to leave.
“You ready?” Jiseok approached you.
“Yeah,” you responded.
“Ready for what? Where are you two going?” Gunil interjected.
“They’re going on a date,” your mom answered with a hint of mischief in her voice.
“Mom!” You instantly complain. The other members look at each other in shock.
“So that’s what you were talking to her about. You actually had the guts to-” Jooyeon begins to talk.
“Shall we go now?” Jiseok asks you urgently.
“Faster the better,” you say. The two of you fleeing the room before any further questioning could go on
“My members are so gonna tease me about this when I get to the dorm,” Jiesok groans.
“My mom probably won’t be much better,” you said.
The both of you walked to a nearby restaurant and placed your orders. Beginning to talk while you wait for your food to be served.
“Well you already know some things about me thanks to my mom, so tell me about you,” you tell him.
“This may sound a bit crazy, but I’m in a band,” he states, causing you to laugh.
“No way. What’s your band's name?” You played along, causing Jiseok to laugh too. You guys' food was served and you continued to chat while eating. Once you finished eating you guys paid for your meals and left the restaurant. You guys walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive.
“You must miss your parents. You don’t get to see them much right?” You say.
“I do miss them, but I try to talk to them as much as I can,” he answers. “You miss your mom too though,” he points.
“But I still see her everyday. Which makes me missing her silly,” you responded.
“It’s not silly y/n. Your feelings are valid,” Jiseok proclaims. “Why haven’t you ever told your mom how you feel?” He prompts you.
“At first I thought her being a manager was really cool. How could my mom working with idols not be cool? Over time her being away on schedules so often started to make me feel a bit lonely, but that’s a part of her job I understand that, so I just ignored that loneliness. Then seeing how much time idols got to spend with my mom. Way more time than she ever spends with me. I started to get jealous. Her being a manager didn’t seem cool to me anymore, but I know she really enjoys her job and I didn’t want to take away from that. I just stayed silent,” you explained to Jiseok.
“Even if she does enjoy her job, she cares about you way more y/n,” he told you.
“That’s why I don’t want to make things complicated for her,” you voiced. “Yes, I wish I could spend more time with her, but that’s just me being greedy,” you rationalized.
“Then be greedy,” Jiseok says. “You and your mom have a good relationship, don’t let your kept feelings eat that away. Talk to her,” he sincerely tells you. The bus arrives and the two of you get on. During the ride to your stop you reflect over Jiseok’s words. You know that you should talk to your mom, but a part of you is scared.
“We’re here,” Jiseok pulls your arm, pulling you out of your thoughts. You guys get off the bus and Jiseok begins to walk you home.
“Thank you,” you thanked him.
“For what?” he asks you.
“For encouraging me to talk to my mom,” you elaborated.
“It’s no problem. I just want you to be happy,” Jiseok declares, grabbing your hand in his. A smile finds its way onto your lips.
“Our next date should be happier. The end of this one turned into you being my therapist,” you chuckled.
“We could go to the arcade, that'd be fun,” Jiseok suggested.
“Sure, the arcade it is,” you agreed. The two of you arrived at your house. “You can leave me here. My mom’s probably gonna bombard me with questions as soon as I get inside,” you told Jiseok, stopping at your driveway.
“I’ll watch you walk up. I had a good time,” Jiseok informs.
“I did too. Text me when you get back to your dorm,” you replied.
“I will, “ he nodded.
“Goodnight,” you wished him.
“Goodnight,” he wished you back. You turned walking up the driveway. Once you reached your door you turned around to wave at Jiseok. He waved back, beginning to walk away. You used your keys to open the door and surely enough there was your mom popping up from the couch.
“How was it?” She questioned you eagerly.
“There will be a second date,” is how you answered. “Before we get into that though, can we talk?” You asked. The atmosphere of the room shifted.
“Of course, what’s up?” She inquisitions. The two of you walked over to the couch, sitting down, slightly angled towards one another. You took a breath before speaking.
“You know I’m really supportive of you being a manager, but I wish you could spend more time being my mom,” you admitted and it felt like a weight was lifted from your chest.
“What do you mean?” She questions, her eyes filling with sorrow.
“You spend more time with idols, Xdinary Heroes, than you do me. I know it’s probably stupid, but sometimes I feel like they’re more of your kids than I am. I’m jealous of how much time they get to spend with you,” you revealed.
“Oh my poor baby. I never knew you felt like that,” tears fall from her eyes as she pulls you into a hug. You couldn’t contain the tears that fell from your eyes too.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she pulls away enough to look at you.
“You really like being a manager. I didn’t want to ruin it,” you sniffled.
“Your feelings matter way more than my job y/n. You’re most important to me,” she states
“It’s not like I want you to stop being a manager, I just wish you spent less time at work,” you apprised.
‘I will. I will stop working late into the night ok and I’ll spend my days off with you,” Your mom declares firmly.
“Thank you,” you pull her into another hug. The two of you stay like that for a bit.
“So your date with Jiseok?” She pipes up, causing you to laugh. The atmosphere of the room again changed, but to a much lighter one this time.
“What about my date with Jiseok?” You teased her pulling away from the hug.
“Tell me everything!” She orders. It felt like you were two teenagers talking about their crushes, it was nice. Much more refreshing than your previous conversation.
Once you finished talking to your mom you headed into your room and phones pinged. It was a text from Jiseok. “I’m back at my dorm and survived the guy's interrogation 👍”. You laughed and began to type out your reply. “I’m glad :) I talked to my mom we’re all good now. She wouldn’t let me leave till she knew every detail about our date lol”. The two of you chatted a little longer before going to bed. For the first time in a long while you didn’t mind being a manager’s daughter.
#xdinary heroes#xdh#xdh imagines#xdh x reader#xdinary heroes imagines#xdinary heroes x reader#xh gaon#xh jiseok#gaon x reader#jiseok x reader
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OH I'VE BEEN WAITING TO SUBMIT THIS ONE 🥺i just know you'd do this fluff real good.
I just had to move again, for like the 6th time in 3 years. I'm so exhausted of it and ready to be in a stable place where I can spend the rest of my life. So OFC I can't stop thinking about moving in with some of my fav boys!
So, can I get moving-in-with head canons for Ingo, Emmet, Blue, and Red? Is it crazy, is there only you 2 or a bunch of people, is there a giant pizza party after everything's moved in? How do your morning and evening routine change? I've been so soft thinking about all the cute lil domestic things about moving in with someone you love it's all that's kept me sane the past few weeks with moving again
I adore this, as someone who use to move a lot I’ve always dreamed of this.
I hope you like this!
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🔲Ingo🔲
- he was overjoyed when you moved in, he was so happy to be taking the next step in your relationship. You moved right into his home, your main neighbor was just his brother, so you both had help packing and bringing your things in his home.
- For the unpacking part it was just you and Ingo. And no matter what happened, be moving or rearranging his things to make room for yours, he constantly had a soft content look on his face.
- The subway boss was just so happy.
- The first night was spent slow dancing in the kitchen.
- His morning routine quickly changes to waking up before you, and waking you up with kisses and a cup of coffee if you’d like!
- You’ll either wake up to that, or just him staring at you so lovingly.
- Ingo cries at finally having the domestic life he’s always wanted.
- Sharing a house with someone he loves. He wants to spend all his time with you.
- He stops working so late because his heart beats quickly at coming home to hearing your voice “welcome home dear!”
- You’ve seen the stoic and professional subway boss having to lean against the door, because your words mean everything to him and he loves it.
- Even more so when he can do things with you, like cook dinner with you, wash dishes with you, just exist with you.
- He couldn’t ask for anything better.
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🔳Emmet🔳
- It’s odd watching him jump around gushing about how happy he is with his monotone.
- But the overjoyed sparkle in his bright silver eyes give away just how ecstatic he is. The night you moved into his home and got things partially into place he orders your favorite take out and rents a couple of movies to watch.
- The night is filled with laughter, and your playful arguing about the movie…might’ve had a popcorn fight.
- For the first few months you have to fight to get him up for work, solely because he doesn’t want to let go of you fearing this is a dream.
- Emmet gets so giddy at the end of his shift. he sprints home and almost takes the door off it’s hinges and calls out “honey I’m home!”
- And of course you just laugh “welcome home babe.”
- To which you’re smothered in kisses and hugs.
- Once you two get use to each other schedule’s, he works around it. He wants to spend every waking moment with you and since that’s not possible he will settle for as much as he can.
- No matter what you’re doing in the house, as long as you’re not in the bathroom, you’re going to have an extra set of legs, cause Emmet is going to be hugging you from behind.
- He just can’t believe you live with him!
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❤️Red❤️
- you two picked a nice place a little further out from town but still close enough.
- He doesn’t have a lot of stuff furniture wise, so you two combined styles.
- Little tidbit! Red is a pain in the ass to shop with! You’ll ask if he likes a couch or a recliner and nods yes…to all of them. Luckily you have good taste and this man claims the large comfy recliner you two got.
- It’s big enough for you two to cuddle in, and that’s his favorite feature.
- The first night at the new house and you two have stopped unpacking for the night, he drags you out back and lays a blanket down so you two can star gaze.
- Red’s job is mostly just traveling, he gets paid big money to go to places with Blue. Since the two are world renowned legends.
- But he always makes sure you’re safe and secure before leaving if you can’t make it with him.
- Blue often comments how happy Red looks to be going home. “You’re never happy going anywhere! Look at you, you’re blushing! Awww Red wants to go back home to his wittle wover-OW OW OKAY IM SORRY-“
- Red can only hope Blue doesn’t tell you.
- Though he feels you already know. His heart leaps whenever you run up and hug him, just happy to have him back home.
- He melts.
- So this is what a home feels like?
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💙Blue💙
- He happily asked you to move in with him and you two picked a nice quiet place.
- Does you both a favor and sets up the wifi first, then the bathrooms and master bedroom.
- That night you two invited your friends and ordered so much take out, you two will have leftover for a while.
- Even during packing Blue kept sneaking up on you and laughing when you jumped. He always apologizes with a kiss.
- Your home is a nice mixture of both of your tastes and styles, but he was determined to put up posters and shelves for knickknacks and figurines.
- You’ll wake up the next morning with him laying on top of you, passed out. It’s a chore just trying to get him up and off.
- Once he wakes up he just wants to cuddle you and whines when you shove him off.
- “You don’t love me anymoooore.”
- “Blue you big baby I just need to use the bathroom! I’ll be back.”
- His schedule instantly switches, while saying he tried to fit you in when he could, now he is a menace and you have your own time slots on his planner.
- At minimum he’s going to call you at least twice.
- Like Red, he is constantly traveling, so either you’re going with him, or prepare for the spam texts, calls, and video chats.
- He just misses you so much, and Red is so close to killing him for all his whining and complaining.
- Blue however brings you back so many gifts from the region he went to.
- He feels so happy and lucky coming home to you. Just being able to open the door to your shared house and feel so relaxed and comfortable.
- He doesn’t want it any other way.
#long post#pokemon#pokemon imagines#pokemon x reader#pokémon#pokemon ingo#pokemon fluff#pokemon ingo x reader#pokemon emmet#pokemon emmet x reader#pokemon blue#pokemon blue x reader#pokemon red#pokemon red x reader#pokemon submas
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