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ryukatters · 7 months

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swipe right — k. bakugo x fem! reader

✮ a/n: i remember seeing a post on here a long time ago about a character making a fake tinder profile for their gf and realizing how many people want her. (if someone knows the OG post please lmk so i can link it!) so now i present to you: bakugo falling to his knees in the middle of your apartment bedroom for the exact same reason.

✮ content/warnings: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp but when do I ever write him as being otherwise??

✮ summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

✮ word count: 4.2k (i'm so sick)

Bakugo can remember how this all started. In very vivid detail, actually. He remembers because Kaminari had pissed him off so much to the extent that it took him a very substantial amount of effort to refrain from bashing his friend’s face in.

It all started during the last monthly hangout amongst Bakugo and his friends— one day out of the month designated to make sure that they all had time to catch up with one another despite their busy schedules.

Everything was normal, with all of them getting more than enough of their fill of food and alcohol while idly playing video games and talking about random topics to fill in the silence in Kaminari’s living room.

Perfectly normal, until Denki decided to open his stupid mouth, at least.

He goes off on a tangent about a trend he saw on social media where someone makes a fake Tinder profile for their partner to see how many matches they’d get. He proceeds to tell Bakugo that he should try doing it, for “funsies,”— to which Bakugo scoffs at.

“Aren’t you curious, Kacchan?” Kaminari smiles cheekily, wrapping an arm around his blond friend’s shoulders, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Bakugo’s becoming visibly more upset with every passing moment.

“Your girlfriend is really pretty,” Mina chimes in, sticking her tongue out when Katsuki whips his head to glare at her. “I’m still surprised she’s with a grump like you.”

Kaminari butts in, “I bet there’s a whole line of guys around the block just waiting for a chance to get with her. I mean, just look at her! Hell, I’d even let her peg m—”

For a moment, Bakugo swears he wants to bash Kaminari’s face into his flatscreen. And for a moment, he lets that impulsive thought win— getting up and grabbing two fistfuls of Denki’s shirt before promptly getting cut off by Kirishima.

“Alright alright,” Kirishima forcibly pries Bakugo off of the other blond, pushing him off to the side. “That’s enough, you two. Kaminari was just messing around. I’ll admit, it wasn’t a good joke, but no need to hurt the guy, okay Bakugo?”

Kirishima knows that Kaminari wasn’t being that serious, but Kirishima can also admit that what he had to say held some ounce of truth. And Kirishima knows Bakugo well enough to see how your boyfriend tends to be rather skittish and protective with matters concerning you— which is exactly why Eijiro had to stop him before it was too late. He really didn’t feel like preparing for Denki’s funeral or helping hide Katsuki escape from a homicide charge.

And that was that…up until a few minutes ago.

Katsuki’s tried to forget that conversation. But try as he might, his mind betrays him and can’t help but wander back to what Denki said that night.

He trusts you of course, and has complete faith in your relationship. However, he’s curious to a fault, just about perhaps too curious for his own good.

How badly could this end?

As it turns out, this whole scheme seems to be playing out very poorly.

Dozens of photos of you— screenshotted from your social media accounts— fill Katsuki’s screen. He had to choose photos you uploaded yourself, because most of his photos of you were either too…suggestive or too domestic (and he wants to be the only one to see you in those moments).

He swipes through “your” profile one last time before clicking “done” to officially put you on the market. And just like that, Bakugo’s met with the faces of men who are nowhere near your level. He goes through the batch of profiles, scrutinizing each one he comes across. He’s (un)surprisingly selective with the ones he chooses to swipe right on— making sure that they’re at least somewhat conventionally attractive. To his surprise (or dread, rather), his phone pings right away with a notification from someone who swiped back. Another ping. A message.

You free tonight?

Bakugo scoffs. He looks through the guy’s profile— a picture of him at a party with his arms around some girls, another with him doing a victory pose presumably after hiking, and one with him holding a fish. He feels his mouth curl in disgust, about to give into the urge to reply and give this guy a piece of his mind, before he realizes he’s pretending to be you. He takes a deep breath, closes out of the app, and puts down his phone.

He’s starting to regret this.

Bakugo’s phone has gone off 15 times in the last hour. Bakugo has also felt the need to strangle some stranger through the phone 15 times in the last hour. Your (read: his) profile has existed for less than 60 minutes, and you already have a whole address book of nobodies trying to link with you and get a quick fuck.

He feels the familiar beginnings of a headache creeping up the back of his skull. He thinks he might need a drink. Why did he decide to do this again?

In hindsight, he probably should have known this is exactly how it was going to go down.

What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat?

Yeah.

He was never great at self-preservation in the first place. So this, the feeling of overwhelming jealousy, frustration, possessiveness brewing up a storm threatening to pour out of every single fiber of Bakugo’s being— was no surprise.

He watches as the numbers at the bottom of his screen increase steadily, before tapping on the star icon.

‘99+ likes!’ it reads. Over 99 people who saw your profile and thought you were beautiful. Bakugo pales, and he can feel the cold sweat building on the nape of his neck. He grips his phone, knuckles turning white. Is he shaking from anger or nervousness?

Anger because all these guys think they even have the slightest chance with someone as amazing as you. Nervousness because what if you decide that they do? You wouldn’t actually leave him for one of these guys, right? Right?

None of these men would walk through hell and back for you. They don’t know how you like your coffee, the details of your skin care routine, how you like to binge watch shows and talk Katsuki’s ear off about them (not that he ever minded, of course). They don’t know you, not like he does. Katsuki looks at you like you hung the moon. In fact, he’s pretty convinced that you did. Everything good in his life— the warmth, the color, the joy,— is encompassed by you. He’d be damned if he lets some greasy little nobody take that from him. Because the moment Bakugo fell in love with you, you became a part of him— inextricably and indefinitely. Loving you has become so intrinsic to him, that even the mere thought of another person loving you or looking at you the same way he does has him going insane. Not that anyone could love you like he did, though. That thought brings him some comfort, but not for long.

One last notification he sees sends him spiraling. Bakugo swears that he can see red. That’s when he deletes the app, and throws his poor phone in some random corner of the living room, which is markedly one of the smarter choices he’s made as of late. He marches to your bedroom with a fire burning in his chest.

He stops short of the door and finds you sitting at the edge of your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. You’re applying lotion, and he watches the cream absorb into your skin wordlessly, in awe at how overwhelmingly beautiful you manage to look in the most prosaic of tasks. For a second, he almost forgets the reason he was upset in the first place.

Your hair is still damp, water droplets accumulating at the tips, and Katsuki feels his mouth run dry the minute he watches a stray bead fall and make its way down your neck and stop perfectly in the dip of your collarbone. Your very existence is forever etched into his heart, every inch of you carved into his memory, but even still he can never get tired of looking at you. At every angle, in every lighting, he needs to see you in it. You could call him obsessed, but he’d simply laugh and agree, because what’s so wrong with that? Especially if it’s you.

You’re one to be studied— to be adored, Katsuki thinks, to the greatest capacity. It’s what you deserve. And what better person for that task to fall upon than him?

He finds himself naturally gravitating towards you, his finger tracing the same exact path the water had carved just moments before, wordlessly. You try to pay no mind, but it’s difficult as you realize just how close Bakugo was and how your towel barely manages to cover up your most intimate parts. One wrong move and you’d be exposed. With how things were playing out, and the predatory glint in the blond’s eyes, you don’t think your boyfriend would be too perturbed with your current predicament.

Katsuki presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before he crouches down. Suddenly, you’re at eye level with one another, his hot breath tickling your lips. You think for a moment he’s going to kiss you so you lean forward, lips waiting. But he merely grazes them before he sucks a deep bruise into the juncture of your neck, biting slightly.

You’re barely given any time to react before he’s grabbing the hand that’s securing your towel and ripping it away, the offending garment falling off your body. Your flesh prickles with goosebumps as its exposed to the sudden chill. It’s quickly replaced by the heat of Bakugo’s body as he pushes you lightly, your back hitting the mattress. He crawls on top of you, muscular thighs on either side of your hips, your head placed conveniently between his forearms. He’s trapped you, a nonverbal challenge for you to try and escape.

You’re a work of art, he thinks, but much more valuable than any pièce de résistance framed in any museum.

Beautiful, yes, but far too blank for his liking. He wants to ruin you, make you his own personal magnum opus. And so he does.

He presses a clothed knee against your bare cunt, pressing firmly. His lips continue their assault on your neck, leaving angry purpling bruises in their wake. Rough hands find your breast, and you moan in surprise when he gives both of them a harsh squeeze as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Katsuki kisses you like a man dying of thirst, hungry for everything you can offer him and more. It’s all too much already, the way he’s kissing you has your mind reeling, and you have to turn your head away for a moment to catch your breath. Katsuki thinks it’s a moment too long without you, so he coaxes you into locking lips with him once more. A wave of mischievousness washes over you, prompting you to take your boyfriend’s lower lip in between your teeth, biting down lightly.

You feel his breath hitch, before he lets out a low groan as he grinds his clothed dick against your bare wetness. He returns the favor, sucking on your bottom lip before letting it go with a wet pop. He pulls back with a lazy smirk, his lips pursing together to scatter messy kisses down the base of your throat and down your chest, alternating between sucking and biting at the flesh.

He gives you a good once-over, scanning every surface, committing them to memory. You feel the need to curl into yourself with how intensely those vermillion eyes are piercing into you, memorizing every single curve, scar, freckle like he’s done time and time again.

He drops down to his knees, broad shoulders bullying their way in between your legs, forcibly prying them open. He grips your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, and drags you down the mattress until your legs are dangling off the bed.

“Jesus, Kats, be more gentle.”

“Shhh. I know you like it when I’m not gentle,” he chuckles. As if to prove a point, he pulls you down even further, giving a harsh bite to your inner thigh. He smiles deviously when you yelp. You try to pull at his hair but his reflexes are too quick, pinning both of your wrists down on either side of you easily. “Besides, this is the perfect height for me to eat you out, dontcha think baby?”

You want to chastise him for being so crass, so Katsuki, but the words die on the tip of your tongue the minute he gives a sweet, loving kiss to your clit, sucking lightly.

“You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this except for me.”

You’re not entirely sure what brought this on, but you find it hard to complain when Bakugo drags his tongue from your throbbing clit to inside your pussy, drinking everything you have to offer.

Your hands automatically try to find purchase in his blond locks, struggling against the vice grip Katsuki has on your wrists. He decides to take pity on you, loosening his hold so you can slip your hands into his hair, moaning appreciatively when he feels you tug. He rewards you by flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again, just the way you like it. He does it until your moans begin to pitch higher and higher, the same way that they do when you’re close. He doesn’t stop his ministrations even after you cum, riding out your orgasm until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation. He pulls away from you with a loud pop, taking in the sight before him.

He runs a hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “So fucked out already and we’re barely getting started, baby.”

Your mind is barely processing his words before you feel Katsuki’s erection brush against your stomach, his clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor. He taps the head of his dick against your clit to tease you, a feeling of satisfaction swelling when you cry out from under him.

He watches in fascination as strings of your arousal cling to him. He positions his length at your entrance, locking eyes with you as you hold your breath in anticipation. Katsuki likes you like this. Needy for him.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” He slips into you with a stuttered groan.

Katsuki’s always been big. You never get used to the initial stretch, no matter how many times you two fuck. Still, that doesn’t stop him from sliding in with ease from the slick of your last orgasm. It easily coats his cock as he gives a few experimental thrusts. He groans in rapture. How do you manage to feel so good every time? It’s enough to drive him insane. Perhaps he already is.

“So fucking perfect, no wonder why all those losers want you.” He mutters out the last part, and you’re not sure if you caught that right.

“What?” He chooses not to respond, and you aren’t given the opportunity to think any further before your legs are thrown over his shoulders, Katsuki’s weight effectively pinning you in place. The stretch knocks all the wind out of your lungs, and all you can do is cling to Katsuki, nails leaving red, angry lines on his well-defined back.

He wastes no time before he starts drilling into you, hips slotting in between your legs perfectly. The position has him pressed against your clit, and your entire body feels like it’s been set ablaze, with Katsuki holding both the power to have it burn even brighter and the ability to extinguish it. And you’re almost there, you can feel your soul slowly ascending, your room filled with hymns of pleasure, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to unravel along with your sanity. Katsuki can feel it too— the way you’re squeezing him tighter, how your gasps and moans have climbed just a note higher, how absolutely ruined you look, how he’s responsible for your current state. Which is exactly why he wants to push it even further, he wants to see how much you’ll break for him— and only him.

Katsuki cuts you off right before you can reach your peak, pulling out but making sure just his tip is inserted. You come to and take a look at your lover and marvel at the sight. He has a crazed look in his eyes. The way he smirks is absolutely wicked.

You feel distraught— having been so close but having it ripped away from you. You give your boyfriend a petulant pout.

“Katsuki,” you whine, slapping a hand against his sweaty chest, “Why’d you stop? I was so close!”

“Because I didn’t want you to cum yet,” he says simply. “You’ll be good for me, yeah? I’ll give my baby what she deserves, as long as she’s good.”

You roll your eyes, huffing. That won’t do for him.

As much as he loves seeing you indulge, he feels a need to punish you— at least a little bit to even begin to atone for being the wicked temptress you are.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” Bakugo growls, gripping your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, causing your lips to purse slightly. “I said be good, okay? Wanna take my time with you.”

There’s a moment of respite, until you sigh in defeat, knowing better than to argue with him lest you wanted to dig your own grave. “‘Kay, ‘ki.”

He flashes you a smile. Obedient, just how he likes you. “Good girl.”

Katsuki draws his hips back, thrusting just enough to fuck his tip into you. He’s teasing. The amount of willpower on his end it takes not to cum is nauseating.

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand finding their way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. Your hands reflexively grab his wrist.

All you can manage is a fucked out moan. Katsuki has to resist the urge to coo, about how he’s managed to turn you into a cockdrunk mess in such a short matter of time. The wave of possessiveness that’s been gnawing at the depths of his soul begins to seep out, and he’s reminded of the reason why the two of you are in this position in the first place.

He gives your throat another squeeze and a rough slap to your clit. “C’mon princess, answer me. Say it.” He slowly adds more and more pressure until your ears grow hot and air feels like a precious commodity.

“I-i’m pretty,” you manage to gasp out, tears spilling from your lash line as you begin to lose yourself between the space of pleasure and pain.

Good. Always so pliant for him.

“That’s right, baby,” he concedes. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He punctuates the last word with a deep thrust, right against that spongy spot that feels so good. You’re so sensitive that it’s enough to send you spiraling into your second orgasm, walls spasming around him uncontrollably.

Katsuki stills, staving off his own release with all the restraint he can summon. He silently thanks whatever divine forces are out there that he didn’t cum the minute he felt the first clench of your orgasm.

He grits his teeth as he wills himself to move, trying not to get lost in the wetness that envelops him. You’re babbling now, senseless moans filling Katsuki’s ears like a sweet melody.

“Kats, please, I’m too sensitive—” You’re shaking now, muscles trembling with every thrust.

“But I’m not done with you yet,” he says simply, drawing his hips back with a particularly rough thrust. You choke back whatever you were going to say with a loud cry. “What’s your color, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, brain trying to comprehend the words just uttered to you. You look at Katsuki firmly, “Green.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, the drive of his hips beginning to shallow. He’s close, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. But for you, he tries. “You’re mine, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, shivering as goosebumps dance across your skin.

“Say it,” Katsuki pleads, thrusts growing sloppy by the second. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, ‘ki.”

With that, Katsuki’s fate is sealed. He’s left groaning as a flash of pleasure shakes his very soul, filling you up with so much cum that it dribbles onto the mattress even while he’s still inside you. You follow suit, an embarrassingly obscene rhythm of squelching noises fill the silence as you spasm around his dick. He collapses on top of you, but he’s still coherent enough to not dump all his weight on you.

Your labored breaths fill the room as the two of you come to. Katsuki pulls out of you with a wince, still a bit sensitive. He gives you a peck on the lips before he drags himself down, settling in between your legs much like he was earlier.

You tense up, “Kats, wait—”

Any and all protests cease the moment Bakugo works his tongue inside of you, slurping lewdly as he drags out the mixture of your cum and his, swallowing. He tries not to stimulate your puffy clit in an attempt to be merciful, but you still feel yourself steadily climbing to what would be your fourth orgasm this session. While the past three have been intense and drowning, this one comes to you in waves, dull pleasure invading your senses as Katsuki continues to eat you out to clean you up.

He pulls away when you finish, your slick and his saliva coating his chin before he wipes it off on the back of his hand. You stare at his half-hard erection with a half concerned, half quizzical look. “Do you…” you lick your lips, “need help with that? I’m a little sensitive down there but I could use my mout—”

“Nah, I’m good babe,” he says earnestly, flashing you a smile that he only ever shows around you. “I’ll be back.” With that, your boyfriend leaves the room only to come back with a bottle of water.

“Drink.” You comply, finishing half the bottle graciously before handing it to him. He downs the rest before he settles next to you on the bed, laying on his side. You mirror him, shifting your body so that you’re both facing each other.

Katsuki reaches out, finger idly tracing random shapes and lines onto the bare skin on your hip. He has a pensive look on his face, one that he usually doesn’t hold after stolen moments like this; it’s an expression he wears when he’s in deep thought.

“Baby,” you call out. His eyes snap to yours, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha thinking about?” You watch as a hesitant look flashes across your boyfriend’s face before he shakes his head.

“S’nothin’. Just thinkin’ about us two.” He speaks lightly. It’s always been difficult for him to voice his inner thoughts and feelings, so he tends to beat around the bush. You’ve learned that if you ever want something out of him, you’d have to pry a little. Katsuki always indulges you though.

“What about us?”

“Do you- do you think you’ll ever get tired of this?” He repeats himself, clearing his throat. The question is followed by a weaker, “...of me?”

You think it’s the most ridiculous question he’s ever asked, because the answer should be obvious. “I’d never get tired of you, Katsuki. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replies automatically, “but if I ever do anything that upsets you, or if I get too much for you, or if I—” he’s rambling now. Yes, it’s difficult for Katsuki to talk about his feelings, but once you manage to get him to open up, all the walls of his self-made fortress come crashing down and it’s up to you to pick up the pieces.

“Baby,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips, cupping his sharp jaw with one hand. “Look at me.” And he does— ruby eyes meeting yours. “I love you because you’re you. And I choose to be with you everyday. It’s not always gonna be perfect, no relationship is. But I know that I will always wake up and choose you.”

You can see the anxiety melt away from Katsuki’s body, shoulders slumping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Love you too, sap,” is all he says before he’s pulling you against his chest, squeezing you into a bearhug. You two stay that way until both of you are lulled to sleep.

You’re laying in bed with Katsuki, both of you dozing off when you hear a slight buzz from your phone on the nightstand. You squint as you try to read the notification, and make out that it’s from your friend.

Denki Kaminari: So did it work?

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing, giving a quick glance over your shoulder to check on your boyfriend— fast asleep. You turn back to your phone, your thumbs making quick work at your keyboard.

You: Just like I said it would. Thanks Denki :)

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byhees · 8 months

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red noses, hot foreheads.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 1000 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read kissing skinship illness — more

a/n. scheduled!

heeseung

gets really clingy whenever he’s under the weather; wants to simply cuddle next to you and drift off to sleep.

will have his arms draped around you whilst lying down in bed; his eyes flutter open, and he looks up whenever he senses heavy movement— “where are you going, babe?” he’d say, the base of his nose slightly flush, eyes glistening with a light gloss.

would lie his head on your lap, because he likes it when you gently stroke and play with his hair, mood already lifting from the horrible bouts of insistent coughing.

gratefulness just fills his heart whenever he hears your little comments; “i’m sorry you’re sick, my love. i wish there was more i could do to help”— a small smile is already tugging on the corners of his lips; “you’re kinda cute when you’re all grumpy”— he’d proceed to sulk, wanting to earn more compliments from you.

jongseong

would insist that he’s perfectly fine, not wanting to burden you in any way possible; winds up being dragged back to bed after getting caught vacuuming the floors— “babe, if i have to haul you back to bed just so you can get some sleep, i will.”

doesn’t want you fall sick from the close proximity, but doesn’t protest further when you passionately insist on gently massaging his aching shoulders, discomfort washing over his body.

him sitting by the edge of the bed and waiting as you dry his damp hair with a towel, a tiny grin creeping onto his face at the softness of it all.

would prefer hearing your voice, over watching movies; you could be reading out lines of a book, voicing out a post that you found on social media, or simply just talking— he finds all of it calming.

jaeyun

would be ‘clingy’ personified; arm is wrapped around yours at all times, head often resting on your shoulder, hand regularly interlinking with yours.

is pretty dramatic; “baby, i’m being serious.. ack— this might be my last day, so please… tell layla that i love her, on my behalf.”

would try and negotiate little deals with you; one spoon of that disgusting, absolutely revolting, cherry-flavoured medicine, for one simple cheek kiss; he’d already be pointing at his cheek, a knowing gaze fixated on you.

his heart flutters whenever you do the little things, like making him a bowl of warm soup, or drawing him a nice bath; “i love you so much, angel. i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

sunghoon

would probably reassure you that he’s alright; tries to brush off very obvious sniffles as dusty atmosphere, not wanting to cause any worry; stays a good distance away from you, not wanting to spread the sickness to his precious girlfriend.

would, likely, panic the moment you lean within an arm’s length distance of him; is a little hesitant to receive kisses from you, reiterating that you’d fall ill; ends up feigning defeat to your stubborn persistence— the feeling in his heart fills him with paradoxical euphoria.

likes to bury his face into the crook of your neck, fingers lightly drawing shapes onto the surface of your skin; if you were to playfully complain about how much of a ‘human furnace’ he resembled, he’d sulk, lips pursed in a pout.

would purposely ask you to check his temperature once a day, body leaning forward for you to comfortably rest your palm against his forehead; has the lightest blush painting his features at the soft contact.

seonwoo

would stubbornly follow you round the house, finding it uncomfortable to rest without your presence next to him; likes to fiddle with your fingers, or trace the contours of your hand, whilst lightly fluttering his eyes shut.

has the biggest, most radiant smile plastered on his face whenever you lean in to pepper kisses along his fevered face.

would get a little teary-eyed whenever you rouse in the middle of the night to provide some comfort, one hand lightly patting his back, the other holding onto a glass of water; he’d be really overwhelmed with a sense of appreciation.

insists on watching movies with you, even going the extra mile to prepare snacks for the occasion; would fall asleep fifteen minutes into the film, head resting nicely on your shoulder; would wake up the next morning, finding himself snugly tucked into layers of blankets.

jungwon

would constantly tell you that he’s all good and healthy, refusing to admit the toll that the illness has on his body; winds up crashing into your embrace one day, soft groans of discomfort slipping from his slightly chapped lips.

would regularly steal peaks at the space beyond the bedroom, finding it significantly more empty without your gentle touch and warmth.

always takes his medicines without a word of complaint— would, however, scrunch his nose in repulse towards the strange taste; finds your reaction to this endearing.

his stomach would do little flips at small gestures; a few honourable mentions would be— cupping his cheeks to simply express overwhelming adoration, or lifting a finger to wipe off a streak of soup on his face.

riki

would, unexpectedly, cling onto you all day; he simply wants to be close to you— it “lessens the suffering” he says; would probably ask for kisses, lips puckered, eyes lightly squeezed shut; would probably ask for cuddles, arms already outstretched for you.

would wait for you to feed him the medicine, mouth open in waiting; would turn away, a small pout playing on his lips, arms crossed over his chest, when you narrow your eyes— “okay then, i guess your precious, loving boyfriend won’t take his meds.”

likes to rest in your presence, knowing that you’d occasionally push his bangs back to press your hand against his forehead; “you’re hot.” “i know that already, love.”

his face would heat up a little when you hand him a cup of freshly brewed tea, hands touching for a moment; blames it on the illness, despite knowing the sheer speed that his heart’s beating at.

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f4irydaydreams · 2 years

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eddie finding you asleep in his room

a/n inspired by this post:) friends to lovers has me in a chokehold. the ending kinda sucks but i tried

there was always an unspoken bond between you and eddie munson. the two of you had been joined at the hip ever since eddie lent you his ac/dc tape in middle school when he found you crying over your broken bowie cassette on the field. “it’s not the same but it’s good music! you should give it a go”.

the two of you became the pair of unlikely friends. you went on to join the cheer team and he became known as the school freak. despite your different endeavors you always stood by him. every time the basketball boys were making fun of eddie you always stood up for him.

you both grew extremely close over the years. there were lingering stares and soft touches shared between you that made people question the status of your friendship. little dustin henderson would always point out eddie’s heart eyes for you and your friends robin and steve were convinced the two of you were secretly dating.

sure you spend every friday night watching movies on his couch unconsciously cuddling. and he would pick and drop you around everywhere. and you would constantly doodle on his pretty hands. but friends do that too right?

either way you were both too afraid to burst your little bubble by sharing your secret feelings for each other. it was easier this way.

since you both had busy schedules it was very common for eddie to sneak into your bedroom at night and spend time with you.

tonight you were feeling extremely restless. your anxiety was at an all time high and stress with your parents and school was piling up. you were waiting for eddie to show up hoping to get your mind off things.

you were simply lying on your bed wearing a simple tank and some sleep shorts. your headphones were blasting the new metallica album as you tried to drown out your thoughts.

then it hit you– he wanted to finish the big campaign today. he mentioned that they would run late. it was getting pretty late and you were sure eddie wasn’t showing up soon.

you looked out the window longingly and decided to fuck it. you threw you walkman on the bed and carefully climbed out your window. it took longer than usual since you took your bike but you were soon at standing outside of eddie’s trailer. you had a spare set of keys so you let yourself in.

following the familiar steps you made your way into eddie’s room. the thick scent of his cologne, weed and leather filled your nose. the trailer was cold and empty you suddenly felt very cold in the little clothes you were wearing.

you grabbed one of his over sized band t-shirts and put it on. it was big on you and comforting but you were still cold. the minute your head hit his pillow and you snuggled into his sheets your eyelids felt heavy.

you were so very tired and restless. the minute you felt sleep tug your body you decided to give in.

when eddie walked into his room after his long and very intense hellfire campaign the last thing he expected to see is you snuggled into his sheets sleeping in his clothes. he felt like his heart grew three sizes as he stared at you.

seeing you on his bed in his shirt was a sight for sore eyes. he thought looked absolutely beautiful, all wrapped up in his bed in his clothes.

you must’ve been exhausted because you didn’t feel his presence in the room. he placed a soft kiss on your head and left the room to get changed.

now in his sweats, eddie slowly crawled into the bed with you. you stirred as you felt the a dip in the bed. you subconsciously reached out and felt eddie’s warm body beside you.

too tired to form coherent thoughts you mumble a soft “missed you” as you snuggled into his chest.

slightly hesitating at first eddie wrapped his arm around you holding you close.

“yeah? me too. sorry i’m so late sweetheart”

“s’okay eds”

“you came all the way here to see me?”

he slowly started to stroke your hair as he spoke. you were practically purring in his arms.

“was feeling anxious”

“i’m sorry i didn’t come over tonight. m’right here now gonna let you go”

a comfortable silence filled the air. you’d think that being this close to each other would make you nervous but the two of you never felt more at ease.

“you know i really love you eddie”

“i love you too sweet girl”

even in your fatigued states, you heard him. you spent years leaving things unsaid maybe tomorrow you’ll have the courage to open up your heart.

— thank you for reading! comments and reblogs appreciated <3

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hiii, could you write a fic Neymar X fem!reader, when they have been together for like a year and in a sort of a secret relationship, because she is not a famous but a law student, and they wanted their privacy.

she is like 25 and he is 30, I love reading about age gap( but not too much ofc)

you could write about their couple dynamic (including fluff but also some dirty talk and them flirting like a lot) and then they get caught by the paparazzi, and everyone find out about her. Maybe when they were on vacation or something.

idk if you want, but you could also include insta post?? do what you feel it’s right !!

thank u if you will! And sorry for my broken English, I’m Spanish 💕💕

#5. NEYMAR: ONE NIGHT IN IBIZA

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: some dirty talk

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

Our relationship was quite complicated. I was an ordinary law student, studying abroad and was in my last year, so I barely had time to spend with my boyfriend, especially due to preparing for the upcoming exams. Neymar, of course, had a really busy schedule and whenever he had a few days off, he took every opportunity to not only visit me, but also his family in Brasil. All these circumstances led to us sometimes not seeing each other for weeks. But if we got to spend some time together, we made sure we would make the best of it. Apart from that, I decided it would be the best for us if we didn't announce our relationship publicly. I wanted to build my career myself and not be "(Your first name + last name), lawyer and Neymar Jrs girlfriend". I didn’t want my professors and other students to treat me differently just because I was dating a famous footballer. Neymar never really liked the idea of us hiding ourselves from everyone, but he respected my decision and told me he would wait until I was ready. Still, he let everyone know he was in a relationship, which led to the press and his fans speculating about who the lucky woman was. Going out in public, we always made sure we were surrounded by the few close friends that knew about us, so no one would assume we went on dates and such.

In conclusion, I barely got to see Neymar, and when I did, I never really got him all to myself. The only time we finally were able to express our love was when we decided to stay at home alone.

"Meu Deus, can you believe it’s already been a year?", Neymar sighed out as my bracelet caught his eyes. For my 25th birthday a couple of months ago, he got me a golden bracelet with our initials and the date we got together engraved. I shook my head chuckling, "Time flies. It really does." Remembering we only had a few more days in peace together, the big smile on my face quickly disappeared. His brow furrowed. "What are you thinking about again?" I turned around when I felt warm tears in my eyes. "Nothing babe, I'm fine", I lied. We were currently on vacation in Ibiza, now on a yacht in the middle of the ocean. I inhaled deeply, watching the waves as I tried to calm down and not break down in tears. He hugged me from behind and placed his head onto my shoulder. "Can we please enjoy the time we have left together before going back to normal?", he mumbled. I blinked a few times, making my tears stay in instead of rolling down my cheeks. "You're right." I turned my head to kiss his cheek. He put on his sweetest smile before letting go of me, smacking my bum. My body twitched for a second. Neymar cheekily smirked and finally turned around, laying down to continue his sunbathe. Without making a move, I simply stood there and watched him relaxing.

A few minutes later Neymar took his sunglasses off, tilting his head to my direction. I saw his eyes going up and down my body. I questioningly raised one eyebrow at him. "You don’t know how bad I want you right now." Playfully I rolled my eyes. He put his hands on his lap, demanding to come and sit on it. I slowly walked up to him, but instead of doing what he wished me to do, I dropped myself right next to him. He smirked because he understood that was my way of teasing him. It was our thing, he loved feeling like he had to "chase" me. His hands tapped a random beat on my thighs. "You know, there’s a bedroom inside. We could spend some time there until we arrive at the port."

"Mhm", I nodded, "And how do you want to spend the time there?" He chuckled before hiding his face into my neck. Feeling his breath already made me get goosebumps all over my skin. "First of all", he started, whispering in a low-tone voice, kissing my neck slowly, "I'll throw you onto the fucking bed, then rip off your bikini, sliding my fingers into you until you can’t help but beg me to finally push him inside you. And…" My eyes rolled back in pleasure. The things he said, his hands going up and down my body, his lips on my neck with his tongue sometimes touching it. Enough to drive me insane already. I bit my bottom lip trying to hold back a moan. One thing I hated about Neymar was, he loved turning me on in public. He loved knowing and seeing him how much I needed him. I wouldn’t go into this bedroom with him now and he knew, but this was his kind of foreplay. I now couldn’t wait to get into our hotel room and he was well aware of that. "And the rest is what you’ll get at home after the party tonight." He pulled away and sat up again, laughing at my pissed off facial expression. I groaned in frustration.

"What party are you talking about?" My eyebrows furrowed. "We promised Cris and Bianca we'd go out clubbing with them tonight, did you forget?"

"Oh, right…", I remembered and pouted my lips, "but I can’t wait for tonight." Neymar grinned and pecked my lips quickly. "Quickie as we get ready maybe?" He winked as I giggled.

Said and done. I actually got what I wanted as soon as we entered the hotel room, but we had to keep it short, too short, since we didn’t have much time to get ready anymore.

Before getting to the club, we decided to eat dinner. "How was it on the yacht?", Bianca asked, while Neymar and Cris were talking about some gaming stuff. "Oh Bi, if you only knew! Even though we were in the middle of nowhere and the only people surrounding us was his staff, you can’t imagine how much I enjoyed it. Finally going out with my boyfriend alone, it almost felt like an ordinary relationship." When I first met Bianca I was afraid she wouldn’t like or even hate me since she was best friends with Bruna, Neymars ex, but she soon turned out to be the most supportive of us. "I believe so. It must be exhausting only being able to feel like a real couple when being home alone. How long do you want to wait to finally announce your relationship?" I shrugged, "I don't know at all to be honest. Actually, I'm tired of hiding, but on the other side, I don't want all my clients coming to me just because they know me through Neymar. I want them to choose me because they value me as their lawyer, not because I possibly could be privileged thanks to my boyfriend." I didn’t even notice Neymar and Cris stopped talking and listened to our conversation. "But are you planning to go back to Paris after you finished studying or are you staying there? You know, staying there would be beneficial for your career", Cris said. I stuttered and looked around as I was thinking of an answer. I felt Neymars eyes on me and of course, he wanted me to come back to Paris and move in with him after I finished my studies, but Cris was right. This was something I never worried about before. Neymar noticed I was getting nervous and put his hand on mine. "That’s not a topic for today, we have enough time to think about it later", he stated and threw me a soft smile. Bianca and Cris agreed and changed topics.

Entering the club, we had some drinks before finding ourselves on the dancefloor. Whenever Neymar and I danced, we were careful so we would not get too close. Bianca was always jumping in between us when she thought we went too far. However, we had the time of our lives and actually got drunk at some point. I went to the bar to get us some drinks and scrolled through my instagram for you page while waiting, when an article about Neymar and Bruna Marquezine caught my eye. They were writing about how perfect they were, why they broke up, etc. According to them, Neymar broke up with Bruna because she refused to move to Paris for him, she prioritised her own career. My heart stopped for a second the moment I remembered Cris' question. Hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind. How were Neymar and I supposed to maintain our relationship if I decided I would not go back to Paris? He broke up with Bruna after being together for such a long time, no doubt he would leave me too. My breathing got heavier. I tried to organise my thoughts, but all I was able to think of was Neymar leaving me sooner or later. "Are you okay?", the barkeeper asked, placing the drinks right in front of me. I realised tears were rolling down my cheeks. I wiped them away rapidly. "Uh yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." Bianca made her way to me in order to help me with the drinks. I needed to get out of there. "Bi, I'll go home now. I'm not feeling well", I told her. She looked slightly confused and observed me for a few seconds. "Did something happen? You were laughing and dancing like five minutes ago." I shook my head from left to right and grabbed my clutch. "No, nothing happened. I'm just tired and probably drank a little too much", I answered and faked a smile as I stepped away from her after saying goodbye. Right when I got out of the club, I felt someone pulling me back by my shoulder. "Y/N!", I recognised Neymar shouting after me, "Y/N, why do you want to go home? What’s wrong?" I kept looking at the ground, I didn’t want him to see my wet cheeks. "Tired and drunk. Just need to sleep", I shortly replied after swallowing hard. "You are not drunk. At least not that drunk. I know somethings bothering you. What is it? Talk to me."

"Let’s discuss it later, Ney. Go have fun. I just need some rest", I answered and was about to turn around again, but Neymar held me back. "Hey, don’t act like that now. If you're leaving, I'm leaving." I shook my head. "No Ney, please."

"Yes I will, Y/N. If you want to stay mad for I don’t even know what…", he began, but I quickly interrupted him. "I'm not mad, Neymar, at least not at you." His facial expression showed he was completely lost. "If you’re not mad at me, who are you mad at then? Can you now please tell me what happened, did someone say or do anything?" He kept on asking questions until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. "I'm mad at myself because I don’t know if I can give you what you want and this will make you break up with me sooner or later and I hate myself for letting it go this far but I can’t help it because I'm fucking selfish and… and… I just don’t know what to do." Neymars eyebrows furrowed, he was unable to speak and had a hard time understanding what I was saying inbetween the sobs. "W-Why would I… why would I break up with you? Why are you selfish? What the hell are you even talking about?" I sighed out loud. "What was the reason you broke up with Bruna Marquezine?" This question was enough for him to understand what all this was about. "Y/N, that was a whole other story. Bruna kept on promising me things she wouldn’t do. When you and I got together I knew exactly what I was getting myself into - I wanted this, and I still do. We have a whole year to think about what to do and if you decide to go for your career, I will gladly support you. It’s not like you’re making empty promises." I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. "Neymar, I know you want a family, I know you want someone to come home to everyday. I, on the other side, don’t even know anything anymore. I don’t know if I want to go for my career, damn sometimes I don’t even know if I want to be a lawyer. But what I surely don’t want is you to waste your time on me when I have no idea what I am doing with my life." His eyes filled with sadness before he hugged me tightly. "Meu amor, you're in your mid-twenties. It’s a confusing time. Some of your friends have their own business, others are married or having kids. No matter what you are doing now, you feel like somethings missing, like you are missing out on something. You feel pressured, I get that. You have to make some of the most important decisions in your life right now, you’re afraid to go the wrong way. But you, my love, are an intelligent, smart, independent woman. I know you will make the right decisions. And no matter what you choose to do, I will be with you." He gave me a short yet passionate kiss. "Being in your mid-twenties is shit, trust me, I know." I quietly chuckled. "Stop talking like you're my grandfather, you're five years older than me." Neymar laughed as he softly wiped my almost dried tears away with his thumb. "All I'm saying is I know exactly what it feels like to think that no matter what you do, it’s wrong. And I want to be the last person to make you feel pressured." Without saying a word, I put my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "Te amo", I whispered.

"Eu te amo tanto, Y/N", he remained silent for a moment, "Still wanna go home?" I nodded. Neymar went inside to get our stuff and tell Bianca and Cris we're leaving. Meanwhile, I went on instagram again. "What the fuck", I murmured as I saw myself on my for you page. There were photos and videos of Neymar and me outside the club, hugging and kissing. They had to be taken just a few minutes ago. I turned around to Neymar staying behind me already. "We fucked up. I didn't even check if there were any paparazzi", he said looking at my phone screen. As I refreshed the page in shock, I saw even more pictures of myself. "How did they get those?" "Oh, I have these on my story", Neymar admit. He loved presenting me everywhere, even though he didn’t show my face. I raised an eyebrow at him and checked his instagram story.

"I haven’t even seen these pictures. Why didn’t you show me? They're good." He smiled watching his story on my phone. "You know what will even be better now? Not hiding your gorgeous face anymore." My phone started buzzing. I got endless instagram notifications, Neymars fans following me, liking my pictures and commenting on them. First thing I noticed was most comments were complimenting and congratulating me. "Your fans are fast as fuck." Neymar laughed, "See, they love you already."

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stylessatellite · 1 year

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Coach Harrychella 🎡

From my Tech on Tour series

A/N: Although there’s ppl used as y/n in this there’s still no official face claim for y/n. Also I’m sorry if the formatting is weird. Tumblr was being weird and not letting me save this with photos next to each other.

- Feel free to like and reblog as well <3

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coachella: The Party & The After Party

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user1: justice for abel: give him a full set

harryfan1: AHHHH HARRY!!!!

billiexharryfan: Billie x Harry collab when?!?

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y/n_tech: here’s some coachella bts… see y’all in a few hours

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harryfan1: spare an outfit sneak peak??

y/nfan1: tell my why I forgot that y/n can wear clothes that aren’t black?

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harryflorals: HARRY’S OUTFIT FOR COACHELLA TONIGHT! via harryfan5

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harryfan2: OMG discorry!

↳ tpwkfan1: harry in his disco ball era?!?

goldenrryfan: MIDDLE PART! I REPEAT MIDDLE PART!

y/n via insta stories:

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harrystyles: Coachella, April 2022.

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harryfan_tpwk: LIFE CHANGING

hs_updates: ❤️❤️❤️

harryfan10: my mom likes you now because you brought out Shania last night

y/n via insta stories:

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harryupdates: FIRST LOOK AT COACHELLA NIGHT 2 OUTFIT via: bluebirdrrystyles

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harryfan3: cowboyrry>>>

↳ hsfan: save a horse?

fan20_tpwk: AKJHUDHBKASBJ

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y/n_tech: Coachella you were a dream <3

To H, the band, all of the fans, and everyone on tech/ crew with me; you made getting up at 6 am after going to bed at 2 1000% worth it

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harrystyles: Wouldn’t want to wake up that early with anyone else ❤️

↳ y/n_tech: you woke up at 6 to kiss me goodbye, then went back to sleep for another 4 hours. doesn’t count :)

↳harryfan6: not y/n dragging harry

anthonypham: my camera and caffeine buddy

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harrystyles: Coachella ll, April 2022.

To my band, crew, horn players and everyone at Coachella who worked so hard putting this show together, I thank you.

To my y/n, thank you so much for staying awake for me and making sure everything went perfectly. I love you and you don’t have to get up before 9 anytime soon ❤️

And to everyone in the crowd, thank you from the bottom of my heart for making it so special. I had the absolute time of my life. H

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y/n_tech: I love you too h. Now if you need me I’ll be sleeping

anthonypham: ❤️❤️❤️

hs&y/nfan: the matching insta posts>>>

↳ fan7_tpwk: matching how?

↳ hs&y/nfan: y/n’s first photo is the same aesthetic as harry’s and the matching captions about y/n’s sleep schedule

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles fake social media #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles coachella #harrychella #harry styles fluff #tech on tour

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jinlias · 10 months

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a/n: how could i post a month of blurbs and no angst? sike u thought bitch.

you can tell the exact moment she breaks. you’ve been trying to tell her you’ve noticed it all, but you always missed her.

“hey, wheres mina?” the last group arrives at the dorm, but instead of four, it’s only sana, jihyo and momo.

“practicing” momo responds absentmindedly, her mind completely on the cold noodles they picked up on the way.

“again?” jihyo shares your concern, both your eyes speaking for themselves. she almost stops eating to come with you, but you reassure her it’s better you go alone.

if this wasn’t your partner’s breaking point, it was yours.

you couldn’t believe you were, but in your head, silently, you were weighing out whether this or her anxiety break had been worse.

from a while back, you noticed mina had been spending way too much time practicing than normal, dancing, singing, all of the above. for some reason, her diet was much stricter than yours or the others and her scheduled was way more packed all of the sudden.

come to think of it, you never heard her say no anymore.

“mina, elle wants you for their july-“ “yes”

“after the shoot, do you think you can take a couple of picture at the grand opening-“ “sure”

“do you have any free time slots tomorrow” “i’ll make the time”

but she wasn’t enthusiastic about it either. and trust, the sex was there and so were the loving kisses and whispers, it’s just, her eyes, mina isn’t there anymore.

“okay. i hear you” jihyo rubbed your back up and down as she listened the first time. you felt so bad you had woken her up in the middle of the night to complain, but more than your leader she was your best friend, if anything she could possibly get through mina. “not me, i can try, but there’s no way she’ll hear me out before you”

“she’s killing herself” jihyo wipes your tears and takes a deep breath to hold some of her own.

“i know it’s hard to think about but y/n- i need you to break her-” the entire time the words came from her mouth, she can see the denial in your eyes and how the pout on your lips deepened.

that was then, now, you’re angry.

“oh, this again. awesome, i’m kind of rusty myself” you drop your gym bag on the floor and begin to tie your hair as you get in position.

you can’t lie and say you willingly got out of bed at almost ten at night to practice. you willingly got out of bed this late because of her. one more night feeling the bed deepen with her body at some much late hour than you tried going to sleep was going to drive you off a cliff.

“y/n? what are you doing here baby?” your eyes press shut and you turn your head to the side when she pauses the music, arms crossed as a tactic to not let her in this time.

“what are you doing here mina?” you never did what jihyo asked, it hurt you to hurt her, but now you had to, because you love her, and you want her to love herself again too.

“i’m.. rehearsing” she replies as if it were obvious.

“i can see that, but why? do you know what time it is?”

“no?”

“it’s late, if we don’t go home we’re going to have trouble waking up tomorrow” her chest stings at all the ‘we’s, and you can see her now usual facade start to lessen. she’s heard you before, she just never listened.

“go home. i’ll be there soon” she tries to shake all the red blaring sirens telling her she’s tired, that you’re right and that she should go home with you, try to sleep more than four hours tonight.

“i’m not going anywhere without you mina” your hands fall at your sides and you begin to walk towards her, stopping only a couple of steps apart. “you can’t tell me you don’t know what you’re doing”

“i’m just practicing babe, i’ll be there soon. i promise”

“you’ve broken a lot of promises lately, you know that right?” you watch her swallow, turn around to fidget with something at the radio station instead of looking at you. “if you know exactly what i’m talking about, why tip toe?”

“i don’t know y/n” her voice raises higher than the usual whisper, and you don’t know whether to be upset at her or put yourself in her shoes. “it’s working. i’ll be home soon”

“what’s working?”

“i said-“

“yeah, you said you’ll be home soon. but you’ve told me that the last three nights and it wasn’t true. what’s working?”

“y/n- i-“

“mina, this is not working. nothing is working. im worried about you all the time and you’re not even letting me in. either we go home and talk about proper help or i’ll be joining you.”

“baby. it doesn’t work like that” she’s scared, you can see that much now, she’s finally allowing herself to feel rather than bottle it up and swallow it down with her usual work ethic.

“all these late practices, the crazy diets. cramped schedule? count me in, i’ll do it all if that’s what it takes for you to stop” she looks like she’s been caught, biting her lips and looking down in shame. and you let yourself calm down, soften even as you walk towards her, closer until you’re asking for her hands. “i’m worried mina. let me help you”

“you don’t understand” a single tear falls on your hands, now clasped together with hers as she stares at them.

“then tell me. i’ll listen. if you’re scared, i’m here. mina. i love you, i’m done letting you go through this alone” you squeeze her hands, hoping for some sort of emotion, thankfully she squeezes yours back.

“i don’t want the girls to know” she sniffles, watching you nod and swallow a lump in your throat, hoping no tears came out, because you’ve cried enough. you needed to be there like mina had been for you when you needed, loving you through all your hardships.

#twice x y/n #twice x reader #twice imagine #twice blurb #twice imagines #tw disordered eating #mina x reader #mina blurb #mina fluff #twice angst #angst #jinlias 1 year party!#jinlias 1st year!#mnj

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jikookuntold · 11 months

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The Untold Truth of Jungkook’s WeLives

I had the idea of this post in my mind for a long time, but I didn't know how to put it out. Since most Jikookers have noticed some kind of pattern in JK's livestreams recently, I thought maybe it's time to write this post and add my notions to the known theories and facts.

Weverse, instead of VLive

Let’s go back one year in time. On June 16th, 2022, a day after BTS announced the pause in their group activities, which caused chaos due to media misinterpreting it as their hiatus or even disbandment, someone had to reassure ARMY about the continuation of BTS and do the damage control. And for some reason, JK was the one to be called for this duty. He started his first solo livestream in Weverse app in a place we had never seen before. That place had a few pieces of furniture from their Hannam dorm, rumored to be rented by Big Hit just a couple of weeks earlier.

Months passed, and JK didn’t do any livestreams until his birthday came, and another assigned live in the Weverse app happened at the same place. Like the other six members (five, to be more accurate since Tae evaded this), he promoted his photobook and did the routine of his lives by singing songs and casually talking with ARMY. His next solo live happened after the World Cup performance in a Doha hotel room, and he didn’t appear in any Weverse lives for some time.

Midnight Streamer

After doing only three lives in almost a year, all assigned by the company, JK came back to Weverse app on the first night of February, and this time it wasn’t an assigned livestream, but it was an unplanned and unauthorized one. He appeared at 2 AM singing songs, including Vibe, the newest release by Jimin. Since this live happened out of nowhere, Namjoon and later Tae tried to intervene and control the situation, then they realized there was nothing to worry about.

The next JK live happened only two nights later around midnight, and Jimin was the first one to comment. JK was so excited to see Jimin’s comments and invited him to have chicken, but Jimin was too busy with his schedule (even at midnight) to accept his offer. A few days later, on the 11th of February, JK did a livestream at his boxing trainer gym, and again, Jimin was one of the first ones to comment. JK and his coach invited Jimin to resume his training and implied that they both train with the same coach.

Unfortunately, this was the last livestream from that gym since JK’s privacy got invaded and videos of him doing work out there, were leaked by some stalker. A few weeks later, on the last day of February, JK did another live (this time around noon), and the same day, he deleted his Instagram account.

Is This the End?

You know that I’m among the hardcore believers of Jikook living together. And at this era, anons and non-anons kept asking me if I am still in my belief or not, since JK was showing up alone in the middle of the night, which was against this belief. But I couldn’t wrap my head around it because couples don’t suddenly stop living together unless they break up, which wasn’t the case because they weren’t acting like exes, since you don’t invite your ex for dinner or boxing together, you don’t go watch his dance practice and cheer for him. So, why were these all happening?

Jimin was getting ready for his solo debut at this time, and when the Bangtan Bomb for Jimin dance practices came out, we saw him talking about the strict diet he was on for keeping his weight around 50kg since dancers had to carry him for choreo. We weren’t strangers to Jimin’s strict diets before each comeback, but this statement was the information I needed to have my ultimate conclusion. Jikook had to stay separated for a short time because Jimin was working hard and dieting harder, and spending time with JK would work against his plans (he was literally inviting him for food in one live, remember?). This was the exact time JK started doing his routine livestreams from Brunnen because he had to stay there apart from his Jiminie hyung. But this was not the only conclusion I had from JK’s regular livestreams.

I’m Hyung’s Fan

In March, JK kept doing his livestreams which was a sign of the continuation of Jimin’s tight schedules. JK did one livestream on the 3rd day of March around 2 AM, and I don’t remember anything specific about it, but the next one was unforgettable. On March 14th, The White Day, when Jimin was out of the country for recording Jimmy Fallon show, JK did four consecutive livestreams from around 8 PM till midnight and played a playlist consisting of “There for You”, “Christmas Day” and “Nothing”, all Jimin-coded songs. He finished the fourth live a few minutes before midnight and reminded us that something amazing is coming at 00:00, which happened to be Jimin’s solo pre-release, Set Me Free Pt2. He changed his outfit three times in these lives from a black jacket to a white shirt and a purple jacket which at first didn’t seem to mean anything until Set Me Free MV and dance practice video came out.

The next JK Weverse live was another undercover promotion for his Jiminie hyung. A few hours before the official release of “Face” he came online and spoiled “Letter” the hidden song in the album he did the back vocals for. If you think JK was being obvious in promoting Jimin, then you should have watched the next WeLive he did. Four days after his last livestream, he came back online to watch the newest episode of Suchwita because Jimin was the guest. He admitted that he had never watched any episodes of this drinking show before, and after that, he watched other videos of Jimin on YouTube, letting the algorithm expose his bias.

The next day, he answered Jimin’s comment about missing “ARMY” with “me too” and Jimin replied making it obvious that JK was missing “him”. The same day, Jimin did a livestream on his way back from pre-recording a stage performance, and JK spammed it with 19 comments. JK never did this for any other member. All the Hyung line had their solo releases too, but JK never did anything for them that was remotely close to what he did for Jimin. He obviously wasn’t lying when he commented ‘I’m Hyung’s fan”.

I Really Want to Stay at Your House

After the end of Jimin’s solo album promotions, JK’s regular livestreams suddenly became less and less regular, and it was safe to say they were back to their normal living routine. I know Jikookers heard his voice in Jimin’s livestream after getting Billboard Hot100 No.1 on April 3rd, but I’m not going to go there. JK did a short WeLive on April 8th before his trip to LA, but it was a different story, he did that to explain the situation earlier happened in the house. On the 18th of April, when Jhope was enlisting, we saw Jikook’s passionate hug and hinting about the drinking they had the night before, proving again that they spend a lot of time together in their free time.

On April 25th, Jimin traveled to NYC for a Tiffany event and recorded his latest collaboration, and on the same night, JK appeared in Weverse app for another livestream, and the first song he played was named “I Really Want to Stay at Your House”. The next day he posted his food, and a few days later he attended the LV event after-party with Mingyu. On the 4th of May, he complained about a stalker sending food to his door in a Weverse post and threatened with legal action. Two days later Jimin came back from NYC, and JK went on socmed hiatus again. On May 21st he posted a cute photo of Bam, and on the 23rd Jimin left for London, and the next day JK came back to WeLive like a clockwork.

I tried to review everything in chronological order, but I know I have spared lots of details. I don’t think this post needs any conclusion or further explanation because everything explained itself, and you are free to have your own concussion. JK doing livestreams or posting food photos only when Jimin is away or busy, promoting his work and adoring him the way we had never seen before, only has one reasonable explanation, and anything other than that is not valid.

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The One That Got Away - Part 3

A.N. - Part 3 is finally here! I apologize for the delayed upload but unfortunately work and life got in the way of things but I'm hoping to create a consistent posting schedule soon!

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: Alena finallys gets a night out on the town with her friends, but will it go as planned or will surprises and feelings arise?

Word Count: 3.1K

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Alena

“Fine, I’ll come.” my phone has been buzzing non stop.

This weekend's one of the first weekends that I am going out in a long time. I typically use my weekends to catch up on chores or run errands since Harry typically has Aria for the weekends, but this weekend my friend’s convinced me to come out with them and have a girls weekend. We’ve all been preoccupied with life and what better way they thought to come together and go out and have some fun.

I’m not much of a partier if I do say so myself, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t indulge in it ever - back when I was younger, the weekend parties were something I looked forward to - the drinking, the music, the friends, the games, the angst - EVERYTHING. However, that was short lived because by the time I was just at that age to drink and do things legally, I was blessed with my baby girl and responsibilities and motherhood took precedence over the weekend parties.

“Yay! Alena’s hitting the town.” My friend Molly was on the other end of the Facetime call laying on her bed with a face mask on.

“Ugh, I don’t even know what to wear though - I’m sure anything I have probably doesn’t fit anyways.” I was rummaging through my closet which is 90% of lounge wear, 10% of business casual clothes in which I recycle once a week to wear to work. “I don’t even own half of my wardrobe before Aria, Mol.” my voice probably sounded defeated but I am trying to stay hopeful for my friend because I know she’s looking forward to this outing of ours.

“Lena, come on! You have to have something hot and flirty in that closet of yours - I know you do!” Molly’s a long-time friend of mine - she’s been around through the thick & thin of mine, however, our lives are the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Where I am on mommy duty 90% of the time, she is out free and living her life. She is a radiologist at our local hospital and due to her schedule, she has just enough time and energy to have a great balance of work and play. I truly believe that she is the one that keeps me young.

“Do you think leggings and a baggy sweat-shirt are acceptable for dinner and bar and club hopping?” I flashy a cheek smile across my Facetime screen and Molly gives me the biggest eye-roll. “Lena, if you’re not at least wearing something that’s tight tonight, I am going to beat your ass sensely.” Molly makes her way to her bathroom and takes her phone with her. “Lena, stop acting like a mom for once and be free - shake your ass and show your tits off! Maybe even make-out with a guy - honestly when was even the last time you got fucked?” Molly places her phone down just in time for me to flash her my middle finger.

“ Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know getting fucked was supposed to be on the agenda while also picking my daughter up from school, providing for her and basically making sure she doesn’t die.” I shut my closet door and make my way to my kitchen because I’m starting to get a little hungry and a snack doesn’t sound too bad right now.

“Lena, I love you but step out of the mom role, even for one night - you are still allowed to have your own personality and be your own person, I promise you, you going out for one night will not make Aria love you any less. Plus, who doesn’t love a sexy milf.” Molly has a way with words, that’s for sure.

“Plus, word around town is that your baby daddy has been seeing someone. Don’t you think it’s time for maybe you to get out there a little bit and meet a few people that could even be remotely interested in you?” Molly’s words sting a little, but I’m not sure if it's because she brings up Harry seeing some or if it’s because it's the “word around town” and I feel somewhat protective of his privacy and his business because he’s the father of my child.

“Yeah, I already knew that.” I take a bite of my toast. “He asked me the other day if it’s okay to introduce Aria to her - from the sounds of it they seem to be getting serious. I’ve been talking to Anne a little bit and she tells me that he seems to be happy and gets this - he hasn’t been seeing anyone else.”

“I’m sorry - you’re telling me that he asked for your permission to introduce Aria to his girlfriend and you agreed?” Molly seems to be severely taken back, her face expression if not her tone says it all.

“Yeahhh… why wouldn’t I be? He is Aria’s father and I am trusting his judgment, so if he thinks it was the right call - then it was the right call - point, blank, period.”

Truth is, it did and still does bother me that he wants to introduce Aria to someone he is seeing. What if she likes her better than me? What if she grows attached to her? What if she starts calling her mom down the line? The thought of Aria calling someone else mom makes my stomach queasy, however, I can’t worry about the “what ifs” and just hope and pray that she isn’t mean to my baby girl.

Harry’s and I’s relationship is complex, on the one hand I want him to be happy and find someone but on the other hand I want someone to hurt him the way he hurt me so he can truly understand what it feels like to put your absolute all into someone, just for them to take - stomp on it and give it back to you in bits and pieces and I truly believe if it weren’t for Aria, I would have stopped all communication with Harry Styles years ago.

The rest of my day consisted of cleaning up my house, working on organizing and cleaning out my fridge and finally deciding on outfit for later on tonight. I even had some time to get a home-work out in. I guess just subconsciously knowing that I am going to be wearing something tight tonight makes me feel as though an hour work-out is going to give me my pre-baby body back but I know it's just a ploy to make myself feel better.

While rummaging through my closet I was able to find a tight body-con midi dress that I wore once and apparently still fits - however, when I say this dress is tight - it is tight. The last time I had worn this dress was right when I was just about 3 months pregnant with Aria and I had more than enough room in this dress to hide my little bump, but now, I am fuller in places I wasn’t before. For starters, my breast feel as though they are up to my chin at the moment and my ass has probably doubled in size since I last wore this dress, but this dress seems to be the best and if not only option I have that can be worn tonight because Molly made it very clear that I was not to dress for comfort tonight.

“Alena, holy fuck you look hot.” I have just arrived at Molly’s apartment where our other two friends are as well. Molly is dressed in a cute spaghetti strap mini dress and has paired it with sparkly pumps, my feet just hurt looking at the height of them.

“You don’t have to exaggerate Mol, I’m still coming out with you.” a chuckle escapes my lips as I make my way into Molly's apartment. I know her reaction was genuine but I also am not privy to the fact that she’s trying to boost my confidence a bit as well.

“Oh I know you’re still coming out - I would actually drag you out of your house if you tried pulling a fast one on me!” Mol’s slightly intoxicated but her genuine personality and sassy attitude is still peaking through which I absolutely adore her.

My other two friends Vanessa and Maria are just right around the corner making some cocktails as I make my way further through Molly’s apartment. It’s a beautiful apartment, two beds, two baths with a spacious open floor plan and a beautiful view of the city skyline. Her apartment is decorated mostly with whites and grays with a hint of pink throughout used as her accent color which matches with her personality graciously, she's one of the girliest of girls there is.

The four of us mingle for about another hour as we get a few cocktails in and catch up on life before the actual night begins. Throughout the last hour, the biggest thing I have realized is that all of our lives are so different but the biggest difference between my friends is that I am a parent and they are not. Where they worry about whether or not they will be able to get up in the morning because they stayed out all night and drank - I have to worry about whether or not my daughter has everything prepared for school the next day on top of getting myself ready for work. By no means is this a complaint, but it does make me wonder what my life would be like if I was just out on my own? What if I too didn’t have another human to be responsible for?

The night was definitely still young - but the night life was out. We’ve been waiting in life to get into the first club and we’re just now getting close to the front. The night was warm but definitely had a beautiful breeze which made the wait outside to get in not so bad. My three friends and I are slightly tipsy from the few shots that we had back at Molly’s place and right as we got dropped off by the Uber we shared a blunt - you could say I was high on life right now and just riding the wave.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and it was a text from Harry. He sent me a snapshot of Aria sleeping in her bed at his house in Anne’s arms. I replied back with a little red heart and slipped my phone back in my purse. I promised myself that tonight I was not worrying about anyone else but myself - it’s time for me to be a bit selfish for once.

“ Hey there pretty lady, can I see your ID please?”

I pull my I.D. to show to the bouncer and he gives me a quick nod informing me that I was able to go in. He was a tall man with a broad build and dark features, he was pretty sexy if I do say so myself. He was filled with tattoos from the neck down it seems like which is such a turn on. I hope I get to see him later on tonight.

“ Okay ladies, let the night begin!” We interlock hands and make our way into the nightlife - I feel like a teenager all over again, just me and my girls and no worries in the world, no responsibilities, no care!

The night club is gorgeous, it definitely one of the more popular clubs in our area, and what is even better is that all the people here seem to be around our age or even slightly a bit older, many eligible bachelors seem to be out on the town as well.

“Let’s grab drinks!” I yell out at my friends as the music is beyond loud and has the club thumping.

We make our way over to the bar and we spot an opening close toward the end of the bar, where it seems to be empty. We make our way over there and take a seat, waving over to the bartender signaling that we would like to order.

She’s a petite girl, with gorgeous blue eyes and short blonde hair that hits just at her shoulders.

“What can I get you to drink, babes?”

“Can my friends and I get a round of tequila shots please?” she flashes me a quick smile and a nod, a minute or two later she brings the shots over to us but mentions that they were paid for. Before I can even ask who, I spot the bouncer from the door staring in my direction.

“Ouu, looks like someone is interested in you, Lena.”

“He probably does that to a lot of girls, I’ll thank him later.” I wanted to play it cool but the simple gesture has me melting inside a bit.

The night was absolute perfection, the music was perfect and our bodies were moving - I truly haven’t had this much fun in such a long time. My feet were starting to hurt but I was not stopping anytime soon - my friends and I were truly enjoying ourselves. Molly has run off to the corner of the club with some guy that came up to her to dance - he’s a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. From what I could gather, his name’s Alex and he’s in finance. He seems enough from what I can tell but I wasn’t going to become too invested in learning too much about him, because from what I can tell - this will be a quick hook-up and probably won’t proceed for much more after the night.

Vanessa, Maria and I make our way over to the bar again for another round of drinks when I feel a hand grip my shoulder.

“ I wanted to formally introduce myself - my name’s Tommy.” the same bouncer who asked for my I.D. as well as the one who paid for our first round of drinks came up to introduce himself. His smile was cheeky but inviting, seeing him up close again definitely has my stomach in a knot.

“And I wanted to formally thank you for the drinks, I’m Alena.” I put my hand out for him to shake it, and his grip is stronger than I could have ever imagined.

“ A pretty name for a pretty girl - would you like to take a seat? I have about a 30 minute break before I have to get back to my shift.”

“I think I could spare 30 minutes of my time.” I look over to my friends and they are both giving me a nod of approval, I can not wait to tell Molly about this later.

Tommy leads me away from the bar, to a more secluded and a bit quieter section of the club. The seats back here seem to be more for dining, but the atmosphere and aesthetic isn't much different than the main area. It looks like he had some food pre-ordered and delivered to the table back here. The table has a single lit candle on it with two drinks, an cheese burger cut in a half with a side of fries, and a side order of onion rings.

“Do you bring all of your muses back here?” I take a seat at the booth and Tommy sits across from me. He’s even more handsome under this light.

“No, just the pretty one that caught my eyes tonight.” His smile makes him even more likable.

“Oh, is that so? When will she be joining us?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he was taking a sip of his drink.

“ A girl with a sense of humor, I like it.”

I was feeling a bit proud of myself - I don’t normally get this social with a guy after just meeting him, but I think the alcohol is still lingering in my body and I am feeling good tonight. I feel confident, sexy and empowered and no one can take that away from me. The conversations are light, mostly just fun-facts about ourselves and how we occupy our time when we aren’t here on a random Saturday night. I find out that he works as a fire-fighter and works here to fill his time and his weekends and he gets a more steady schedule. From what I can gather from our 30-minute conversation, and quick dinner, he seems like a genuine guy that I would be intrigued in getting to know, however, I am still going to be very cautious in getting to know him. We have similar interests in music and movies and we both seem to be more introverted than anything, even though he works at a nightclub.

“Unfortunately, my break time is now just over and I have to move upstairs to the lounge for the second half of my shift, but I’d like to take you out on a proper date sometime if that's okay?” The thought of going out on a proper date makes my heart skip a beat, but he can’t know that just yet.

“Yeah, I’d like that, Tommy.” I ask for his phone and place my number in it, and save it as “Alena” as that is my name, but it’s up to him if he would like to change it to something else later on.

As Tommy walks me back into the main area of the club before he goes off to the second part of his shift, he looks down and leaves a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t the most romantic kiss I've ever had but it definitely left a mark.

“I’ll see you later, pretty girl.”

When walking back into the main area of the club, I was not expecting to see who I was currently staring at. There he was, 6 foot tall stature, curly brown hair and emerald green eyes - they looked sad. However, I couldn’t focus on that because if he was here, then where is our daughter?

“Harry, where the hell is Aria?”

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Are you still accepting requests? Because I thought about Jay and will tickling their little sister and now I can’t stop :,)

(I need to stop trying to actually have some kind of posting schedule with these things) Here's the last one of the prompts from last year. Thank you for the prompt, enjoy 🥰

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The air outside the city was pleasantly fresh and crispy – the latter because of the current temperature – and breathing in and out seemed easier somehow than in the city.

Will openly laughed at you as you spread your arms wide and spun around while getting ahead of him and Jay in the hiking path. “Guys, did you know air could be so clean!?” you squealed in excitement, breathing in deeply and closing your eyes to commit the new beautiful scents to your memory.

In Chicago your nose was always filled with exhaustion fumes, grease from the various restaurants and cafes, smoke and other nasty stuff people got used to smelling. All that here in the wild nature? The absence of all those smells that inhabited your daily life in the city was so harsh you wondered if having an epiphany felt like this.

“It’s like we never took you camping with us before.”

“To be fair”, Will said, glancing at Jay, nearly identical grins on the brothers’ faces. “I think Y/N was five the last time.”

“Six!” You said immediately.

“Oh yeah, I remember now. You were so scared that a bear would come get us that we had to leave back in the middle of the night”, Jay remembered.

“Yes. But only because you told that scary story about bears before we went to bed”, you said, smacking Jay in the arm as your brother only smirked at you. “And I was six, so really, I don’t know what you expected.”

“We probably didn’t think about it”, Will was the one to confess.

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A while later Jay had declared a spot good enough to set up camp. After gathering up some wood for a small fire, you had enjoyed a simple but nutritious meal made on the fire courtesy of Will. You decided that food tasted better when it was eaten outside in the fresh air.

Then came the time for dessert.

“Bean, you have the marshmallows in your bag?” Jay asked, already taking a step towards your bag.

Your head snapped up, eyes widening and mouth agape. “I was supposed to bring those?”

Jay stopped and Will stared at you like you had grown a second head in a few seconds.

Will groaned. “Tell me you didn’t forget them.”

“I thought Jay said you would bring them!”

“I didn’t! I specifically told you that was the only thing you needed to bring.”

“Oh”, was the only thing you could say, casting a sheepish look at your brothers. “Shit. This means no s’mores?”

Jay sighed, his shoulders slumped, even if his eyes glared at you. “No s’mores.”

“You had one job”, Will said, shaking his head, voice full of disappointment that had for years made your stomach clench uncomfortably. This time was no exception.

“I’m sorry”, you said, looking away from both of your brothers and reaching for your bag. Pulling the zipper to open it you gasped in delight, bringing your gaze up to Will and Jay. “Whoa! What could this ever be?” You asked, pitching your voice higher and sounding mockingly disbelieving of what you saw. “A giant bag of marshmallows! Huh, wonder how those got there.”

Jay and Will both gave you looks that clearly told you your brothers were not impressed with you playing around.

Will snatched the bag out of your hands.

“Hey!” Your protest quickly turned into a squeal as arms hooked under your armpits, pulling you slightly away from the fire. Somehow Jay had quickly sneaked up behind you and was now restraining you efficiently, his arms still under your armpits, one hand grabbing your wrists while the other hand hovered over your side.

A giggle bubbled out from deep within you as you felt a surge of excitement and anticipation pulse through your body. “Dohon’t.”

Will placed the bag of marshmallows behind him, far enough from the heat of the small campfire so the candy wouldn’t melt while he and Jay dealt with you. Then– after taking a double check that the three of you were indeed far enough from the fire so neither of you would accidentally get hurt– he advanced towards you, a smirk the like rarely seen on his face pulling his lips upwards.

“Don’t what, Bean?” Will asked, crouching next to you, and at the same time Jay’s fingers started moving along your ribs, playing them like piano’s keys. You gasped and burst into giggles, instinctively trying to curl away from the hand – only for a pair of Will’s hands to start their own dance on your other side

“Nhohhooh. Youh - shoho mhehean!”

“Oh, we are mean?” Jay questioned, pulling his hand away from you ribs for a moment to raise his hand to tickle the underside of your jaw instead.

You squirmed, turning your head away but not escaping your brother’s fingers. “Yeheheshh!”

“Sure you didn’t get that backwards, sweetheart?” Will asked, stopping his hand and resting the palm against your stomach.

Jay also stopped and you took the moment to catch your breath. “Uh-huh”, you said after a moment. “I’m sure”, you answered.

Will narrowed his eyes at you and from behind you, Jay clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. And before you knew it, Jay and Will had unleashed their tickle attack on you once again, keeping at it until you breathlessly managed out between your laughter that you yielded.

After that, Will and Jay made sure you were okay and the boys made s’mores, while you snuggled against each brother’s side in turn, enjoying the night.

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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @dreatine - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

When He Knew He Was In Love With You

Spencer had noticed the way your smile affected him, he had acknowledged how often his thoughts drifted to you, how his heart raced whenever your hand brushed his, how he smiled at the mere mention of your name. He knew that feelings were blossoming in his heart, but he foolishly thought he could keep them at bay.

That was, until the team had suggested spending an evening out together, and Spencer had assumed that it would be another joyous dinner, or maybe an evening spent laughing with friends at a local bar. He had not predicted that you would casually bring up the idea of going to a club, and he definitely had not expected the rest of the team to be so keen on the idea. It was only him that had not responded to your idea, and you tilted your head to the side like a curious puppy as your eyes searched him, questioning him. You didnt even need to say a word, he knew he would be there. Only you had the power to drag him to a club without any persuasion.

The night was scheduled for the following week, and Spencer spent those days pondering what would happen at the club. He even listened to playlists on youtube of the music most likely to be played in every club in a twenty mile radius, so thay he was somewhat familiar with at least one element of the otherwise alien environment.

When the night finally rolled around, Spencer surprised himself by how excited he was, and he refused to let himself admit that it was because he was so looking forward to spending more time with you. Rossi offered to drive, all of the team piling into a mini bus that he had rented just for the occasion. The many perks of being a successful author, Spencer mused as street lights blurred beyond the confines of the window. Your house was the last one on route to the club, so you were the last of your friends to be picked up by Rossi. He pulled up outside and honked the horn three times. Spencer counted, within four seconds you had opened the door, and there you stood. Needless to say, the sight of you in a thin strapped black dress that ended at the middle of your thighs, was enough to send the young genius into cardiac arrest. The team all cheered and wolf whistled as you twirled dramatically on your doorstep, all laughing together, before you climbed into the van. Spencer wasnt sure whether he was relieved or frustrated that you werent sat beside him for the remainder of the journey, and he did his very best to keep his gaze fixed on the window in order to restrain his eyes from trailing up your body. Even then, Spencer remained the naive fool who believed he could keep the inevitable at bay.

The sound of your laugh brought a smile to Spencer’s face as you all walked into the club, immediately thrown into an atmosphere louder than any of you were used to, but you managed to stay focussed enough to locate a free table to sit at. Rossi asked what drinks to order, then took the dangerous journey through the crowd to the bar, and returned with a tray of what mostly consisted of shots. You smiled and eyed the shots for a moment, before engaging in a conversation with JJ. It wasnt until you heard the introduction to the next song that you gasped and downed a shot, before grabbing JJ, Emily and Penelope and dragged them to the dancefloor. Spencer was proud of himself for deducing that you had waited to hear a song you knew before you took a shot, and he wondered whether it was a party tradition of yours, or whether you simply enjoyed the rush, but he had no real time to ponder this, because when his eyes followed you to the dancefloor, time slowed. Although the song was anything but slow paced, it was as though time itself had paused to admire you. The music left the scene completely, everything in existence was distracted by you, the swing of your hips, the bright smile on your face, the coloured lights dancing over your skin and through your hair, the way your eyes closed when you laughed as you danced on your girlfriends. It was a little too much for Spencer Reid, and he felt a sensation that told him to run, to fear such an intense feeling, but the flowers in his chest had bloomed to full bouquets, ready to be presented to you. It was in that moment, the young genius knew he was in love with what he could only describe as an angel.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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She Gets the Last Word Part 2

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: We all know that the First Lady doesn't play when it comes to her husband and PG do not want to have to feel her wrath again 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: After dismissing Anitta from the set of First Class, their paths cross again months later at the VMA's hoping that the message from First Lady is still loud and clear.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Read Part 1 first

Requested by two of my lovely anons and I combined their requests since both centered around the VMA’s.

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“Oohh my baby looks so good!” You say as you were reaching up to kiss him but ended up kissing Urban’s hand instead which resulted in you smacking the back of his head.

“Cut the shit. We should have been gone ten minutes ago.”

“If you don’t get your ass on and let me kiss my husband.” You made a motion to reach up towards him again and instead Urban got in the middle and you ended up kissing his cheek.

“Urban Henry, I’m about to beat you up.”

“You can kiss all yall want later, for now move it!” You then reached up and wiped the remnants of your lipstick off Urban’s cheek.

“Urb, who left you in charge?” Jack asked while laughing and he was finally able to steal a kiss from you.

“Obviously I need to be in charge because if it was left up to me we would have been in the car downstairs already.”

You immediately rolled your eyes as Jack took your hand in his and the three of you started making your way to the elevator.

Once you reached the bottom floor, everyone was staring at the three of you as Urban held up his hands in defense.

“Not my fault, I tried. You know Y/N takes forever to get ready.”

“The hell were yall doin? Fuckin?” Druski asked as he looked between the both of you.

“And if we were? I can fuck my husband as much as I please.” You answered while all Jack did was smirk.

“Yes, babe you can but not when we’re running on a tight schedule.” Brandi added as she reached over to fix your earring.

“They can wait.” You replied while shrugging.

All of PG, Druski, Julissa, Brandi, and Neelam piled in two SUVs and were now on the way to walk the red carpet at the 2022 VMAs.

In the first car it was PG and Druski and you felt as though it was a good time to remind them of one simple request before Jack’s big night started.

“PG, I have one simply request for tonight.”

Everyone exchanged glances wondering what your request could possibly be or possibly be about.

“Anything mamas.”

“Make sure Anitta stays the fuck away from my man otherwise I’ll send her the rest of that video along with the other one. I’ll smack a hoe too. I ain’t forget the shit yall pulled.”

“CORRECTION. THE SHIT YOUR HUSBAND PULLED. WE WARNED HIM NOT TO DO IT!”

“Y/N!!”

“Yall said anything!”

“Shit, say less. I’m not trying to have my life flash before my eyes again.” Shloob exclaimed while looking over at you.

“I would pay to see you fight her though.” 2fo confessed and Jack looked over at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t give her any ideas because her ass will do it.”

“Without hesitations.”

“I’m not going back and forth with any of you. I said what I said. Jack this night is really special for you and I want it to go smoothly. However, I will not hesitate to cut a bitch’s throat. Just make sure yall post my bail.”

“Damn, Y/N! When did you get so violent?” Druski asked while looking over at you.

“She always been violent.”

“Nemo, shut up!”

“Uhh, Jack am I lying?”

You looked over at your husband and saw that he was trying not to laugh.

“BABY!”

“I’m sorry mamas but you have. Yall remember when it took almost all of us to break up that fight between her and what was the girls name?”

“Britney Evans! I ain’t never gonna forget that shit. Y/N pulled out half of her tracks.”

“Hmph, that hoe was asking for it. She kept spreading rumors about me.”

“What was the rumor?”

“That I sucked Jack’s dick behind the bleachers at lunch.”

“Well, was it true?”

You got a startled look on your face before looking over at Jack and the two of you busted out laughing.

“So, what if it was? She still didn’t have any business having my name in her mouth.”

“YALL HAVE ALWAYS BEEN FREAKY AS ALL HELL.”

“BROAD DAYLIGHT AT HIGH NOON?!”

“I was horny.” Jack replied while shrugging not seeing anything wrong.

“Should have been somewhere learning something but noooo you just had to get your dick wet.”

“He was learning that he doesn’t like to be deep throated.”

“Y/N, SPARE US THE DETAILS PLEASE.”

“And then I made her send me the video she took of us before I made her delete it.”

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THAT.” Jack exclaimed and looking over at you surprised.

“Oh, must have slipped my mind.”

“How does something like that just slip your mind?!”

“Baby, let’s focus on the task at hand.”

“Nah, I’m definitely about to get you for that later.”

“Can’t wait.”

“Can yall chill for five minutes?!”

The both of you looked at each other before answering 2fo.

“No.”

“I am literally amazed everyday that you aren’t pregnant.”

“I just make sure Jack’s cum goes any and everywhere else. Usually it’s my boobs or my stomach. He got it in my hair one time and I was ready to fight him.”

“Y/N, is nothing off limits?! You just don’t care what comes out your mouth!”

“Uhh yall are my best friends. I shouldn’t have to put on a filter around yall.”

“Umm, wait you said you would send her the rest of the video and the other one. What’s the other one?”

“Jack face fucking me.”

“OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH.”

“Well yall asked!” You replied while moving closer to Jack and him wrapping an arm around you.

“Definitely one of my favorites. You took me so well.”

“Or.. should I send her the cream pie one? What do you think babe?”

“Y/N PLEASE MY VIRGIN EARS CANNOT TAKE ANYMORE.”

“Urban you haven’t been a virgin since you were 14. Get the hell on with that shit. Her name was Crystal and you liked her because she had the biggest set of boobs in our grade.”

“You ain’t have to air all my business out like that.”

“Uhh, we literally all know. Druski is the only one who didn’t.” You replied while rolling your eyes.

“You can send me both. For research purposes of course.”

“Fuck off Druski.”

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You spent the night looking up at your husband in absolute awe.

You were so proud of him and the fact that he was actually getting the recognition was beyond amazing.

Any time he got nervous, he simply looked over at you and you would give him a small smile.

You knew as well as everyone else that your husband was the shit.

As always, PG were sitting all in a row, but they were now joined by Druski, Lil Nas X, and Dua Lipa herself.

You were conversing with Dua when you heard that Anitta would be performing next.

All of them instantly tensed up and looked towards you to see if you had a reaction.

You simply went back to your conversation with Dua not paying it any mind.

The two of you were discussing a possible collab in the future as well as you wanting her to possibly model for your new clothing line that you would be starting soon.

PG kept their promise and made sure that she didn’t come within ten feet of your man even though you know she wanted to.

You peeped her looking over at PG on the red carpet, she made a motion as if she was getting ready to come closer to them until Jack turned to the right showing that you were hugging that side of his body. Since Jack’s tall frame was shielding you, she didn’t know that you were there too.

Once she did, she walked in the other direction.

The lights dimmed and her performance started and it looked as if everyone in the row was uncomfortable.

Not you though. You could out perform that bitch any day of the week.

Druski was in his own little world and trying to sing along even though he had no idea what she was saying.

Jack was massaging small circles on the back of your hand and looking down.

Urban was trying to look anywhere but at Anitta.

Nemo played on his phone.

2fo kept his eyes down and to the right

Ace Pro was trying to avoid eye contact with you.

Quiiso was trying to find something to distract himself.

Shloob was looking at Cope who also made sure not to look at Anitta.

Even though Cope hadn’t be there on set for the exchange between you and Anitta, he wasn’t taking any chances of your having anger aimed towards him.

Once her performance was over, no one in your row clapped besides Druski.

He then looked over at all of you clearly confused.

Until he made eye contact with you and stopped clapping which instantly made you smirked.

Since you all were literally sitting in the front, Anitta quickly caught onto this and the two of you made eye contact.

You simply sent a small smile her way and she got a solemn expression on her face indicating her frustration but quickly recovered since she knew that the cameras were on her.

“Is it safe to look up now?” Cope whispered at Shloob who then looked over at you.

All you did was nod and let out a small laugh.

Anitta knew better than to try you again.... or so you thought.

All of PG were now backstage waiting to be seated in the makeshift plane to get ready for Jack’s performance with Fergie when she made her presence known.

She had just accepted an award and thank goodness none of you were out there to hear her speech.

If you had tomatoes, you would have threw them at her.

“Jack.” She called out and everyone went wide eyed except you.

“Oh shit.”

“Nuh uh, she better keep it moving.”

“God, I am not tryna die today by the hands of the first lady.”

She tried to move closer to Jack who still had yet to respond to her, but you stepped directly in front of him before she could get any closer.

All Jack did was rub the back of his neck indicating his nervousness.

“Did you need something?” You calmly looked up and asked her since she literally towered above you.

“I just wanted to say congratulations Y/N that’s all.” She responded while holding up her hands in defense.

“Okay you did so move on.”

“Hmm, I still see Jack has yet to put his dog on a leash.”

All you then saw was red.

“BITCH!” You immediately took off your shoes and lunged for her and she immediately jumped back and flinched.

“OH FUCK!”

“WORLD STARRRRR!” You heard Druski yell as he took out his phone.

“BABY! DON’T!” Thank God Jack and Urban caught you before you could get to her as everyone was now standing around nervous and not knowing what to do.

“I got your dog you dumb ass bitch. You talk a whole lotta shit for someone who can’t back it up. However, I can and have no hesitations to whoop your ass when the awards are over.”

Anitta then suddenly started to look nervous and simply shook her head.

“Whatever.”

“Naw it ain’t whatever. I will mop the floor with you.”

“Shit, she not lyin. I’ve seen her in action. Don’t let her being little fool you.”

“Take your ass on. I’ve now warned you twice to stay away from him. The third time I won’t be so nice.”

“I was just literally trying to get to my seat on the plane and Y/N is over here choosing violence.” You heard Lil Nas X say before he busted out laughing.

“Well you can thank this bitch for that.” You said while eyeing her up and down.

Without another word, she walked into the other direction but not before letting out a deep breath indicating her frustration.

Jack then reached down to help you put your shoes back on and help you to your seat.

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“No, don’t apologize. Shit was kinda funny actually. I love how you’re always ready to fight for your man.”

“And don’t you ever fucking forget it.” You responded as he reached down to kiss you.

“NO! STOP! We don’t want to be a witness to yall eating each other’s faces off and fucking.”

“Send me the video you were talking about earlier!”

“What video?” Dua then asked clearly confused.

“NO DRUSKI. IT’S FOR ME AND MY WIFE’S EYES ONLY.”

“Sharing is caring.”

“What video?!” Dua asked again.

“Jack was face fucking her! Oh and the cream pie one too!”

“Damn, I’d pay to see that. I know that pretty mouth took him so well” Dua responded while winking over at you.

“I don’t share my wife!”

“But you do with Urban!”

“Imma beat the shit outta yall if yall don’t shut up!”

“Are we shooting a porn scene and no one told me?” Chloe asked before busting out laughing.

“I’m down if I can be the third to Jack and Y/N.” Dua confessed before taking her seat.

“Me first!” Druski yelled and the two of you rolled your eyes.

You were now back sitting in the audience with PG while Jack was still backstage changing from his performance.

Dua was set to present the last award of the night and you just so happen to be nominated.

Right along with Anitta.

For video of the year.

I mean you didn’t really feel a type of way about it since all you were focused on Jack and he had had an amazing night and deserved every award that he had gotten.

All you could think about was those late nights and him feeling discouraged, but you would reassure him time and time again that his hard work would some day pay off.

And you were right.

“And now I present to you the last award of the night for video of the year. Let’s take a look at the nominees.”

“Doja Cat, Woman.”

“Lil Nas X and Jack Harlow, Industry Baby.”

“Harry Styles, As it Was.”

“Anitta, Envolver.”

“Y/N Harlow, Big Energy.”

“Ed Sheeran, Shivers.”

Since your emotional support person was backstage, Urban opted to hold your hand which you did at all award shows when you would be nominated.

The butterflies in your stomach that would erupt would be on 1,000.

The way you looked at it, you would be satisfied if anyone won the award.

Except her.

“And the award goes to....”

Dua looked down at the paper and laughed before revealing who it was.

“The beautiful lady that I keep shooting my shot at, none other than... Y/N HARLOWWW! BIG ENERGY!!”

Your eyes immediately began to water as you stood up and made your way to the stage.

Winning awards was something that you never took lightly and you were grateful that people recognized your talent enough in order for you to be nominated.

Urban had helped you up the steps and you hugged Dua before taking the award from her.

“So proud of you!”

“Thank you. I’m just..wow.”

You made your way to begin your acceptance speech and was met with nothing but screams and applause.

“Yall... yall are too good to me. I definitely did not expect this and if any of you know me yall know I was rooting for my husband to win.”

“WE KNOW!”

You immediately laughed before shaking your head.

“I definitely did not think Big Energy would be as big as it was and I only have my fans to thank for that. Oh, and make sure yall thank Jack because he’s the first one that heard it and I honestly wasn’t even going to release it.”

Just then you were startled by someone picking you up and bringing you into a bone crushing hug.

No one other than your husband.

“My wife is the shit and don’t yall forget it! What I tell you mamas?! What I tell you?!”

You immediately heard a series of aww’s from the exchange between the two of you. Jack then reached down to lightly kiss you before allowing you to finish your speech.

“Whew yall my man so fine and we just love a supportive spouse,”

“YES WE DO!”

“But, I love yall. PG this is literally only the beginning and I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us.”

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y/ninsta: I AM SO PROUD OF MY BABY!!! My husband is the shit and don't you forget it 🥺

jackharlow: I love you mamas. thank you for always being there for me. couldn’t have done this without you constantly pushing me for greatness.

y/ninsta: I love you more and I wouldn't have it any other way. 😘

jackharlow: y/ninsta don't start with an I love you war

y/ninsta: jackharlow you won last time. it's my turn. 🤣😂

dualipa: jackharlow well deserved!!! Now lemme get a copy of that video...

jackharlow: dualipa just when we were starting to be on good terms you just had to act outta pocket

saweetie: what video!?

sza: SPILL IT

druski2funny: I agree with dualipa. I need mine for research purposes.

theestallion: WHAT VIDEO

druski2funny: all imma say is who knew y/n liked to be face fucked 🤭

y/ninsta: druski2funny that's why I don't tell you anything

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jackharlow: We got nothin but winners in this family. my wife and I respectfully letting yall know. So proud of you gorgeous. ��😍

y/ninsta: I just knew you and lilnasx were about to win lol

lilnasx: wouldn’t have anyone else but you taking it if it didn’t go to us!

y/ninsta: lilnasx aww thank you honey 💕

saweetie: GO BEST FRIEND! that green on you is amazing!

y/ninsta: saweetie thank you bestie! jackharlow actually picked out my outfit!

saweetie: jackharlow oh so you do have some fashion sense

jackharlow: saweetie what’s that supposed to mean?!

y/ninsta: saweetie he not no fashionista but he fly tho! 😌

normani: look as long as it wasn’t ol girl lol

urbanwyatt: y/n was this close to kicking her ass backstage

saweetie: urbanwyatt SPILL IT NOW. I knew my ass should have went.

urbanwyatt: saweetie me and jack literally had to hold her back. umm the girl who shall not be named spoke to jack and y/n immediately stepped in front of him making sure she didn’t come any closer. all of us just knew we were about to be posting bail money

lilnasx: BITCHHH when Y/N threw off her shoes I was like AWW SHIT

2forwoyne: and then you had druski2funny’s dumbass screaming world star and instigating the shit and he pulled out his phone to record it

jackharlow: shloob was praying not to die 😂🤣

shloob_: shit that’s what ol girl needed to be doing. when y/n lunged my eyes went so wide

druski2funny: 2forwoyne well somebody had to do it!

nemo: I got flashbacks to when she got into a fight with that Britney girl our sophomore year and got suspended for five days

y/ninsta: nemo IT WAS ONLY THREE

2forwoyne: y/ninsta your ass still got suspended tho

dualipa: thank God for jackharlow and urbanwyatt’s quick reflexes lol

neelamthadhani: when are people going to realize that y/n doesn’t play about jack and jack doesn’t play about y/n

y/ninsta: neelamthadhani it seems like imma have to beat somebody’s ass before the message gets across. oh anitta!!! jackharlow sent you another video!!

anitta: y/ninsta I just wanted to say congrats that’s it

y/ninsta: anitta you can do that on social media

anitta: y/ninsta he’s a grown ass man that can have friends

saweetie: anitta take your ass on somewhere because y/n is about to tear into your ass. don’t say nobody warned you.

y/ninsta: anitta not friends that are women who like to sit on his lap and want to fuck him. been doing that since we were 15 and trust and believe he wants for nothing. get your own man because jackharlow is taken and has been for ten years. if you want to be a hoe, go somewhere else and do it. not in the Harlow household because you will get your ass beat

jackharlow: what my wife says goes and vice versa 😌

dualipa: jackharlow I can still get a taste tho right or the video? whichever you feel generous enough to give

jackharlow: dualipa see yourself out NOW

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fostercare-expat · 2 months

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Previously I mostly kept my dating life and family life separate. But I’ve been dating my main partner for over a year now and he’s such an awesome guy, I knew that it would be ok to integrate him and my daughters. It’s probably been 6 months now and as predicted, it’s going so well.

He came over on Saturday to meet the Cuties Siblings and then on Sunday he came to the park to join us. The kids didn’t know he was coming so in the middle of our time there he just appeared on the park bench next to me. My daughter and the littlest Cutie Sibling walked up to get some water and when they recognised him, their faces both instantly lit up and they both grabbed him in a hug. And a few minutes later, same thing happened with the younger Cutie Boy.

My other partner of 3 years isn’t a big kid person. He has met one of my daughters and also Fearless but I’ve always known kids aren’t his jam, so I’ve always been happy to just do non-kid stuff with him when the kids aren’t around. But now that my main partner is also in the picture, it is an unexpected joy to see him interact with the kids. Just wanted to share the happy thought. Back to your regularly scheduled foster care content.

(To preempt your questions (because if I read this post from one of you, I’d have SO MANY questions), my agency knows that my main partner is part of my life and sometimes sees the kids they place with me. He never spends the night when I have foster kids with me and he is never alone with them even in the day (I trust him completely but out of respect for the agency rules). They aren’t really aware that I have multiple partners but as my other partner doesn’t interact with the kids, it’s not really relevant. As for both of my partners, we are all totally honest and everyone knows about everyone else. They both have other partners too, one of whom I’ve met and the other I haven’t. Sometimes I also date other people casually. My two daughters, extended family and former husband are aware of the whole deal, no secrets. Everyone is happy living where they are, I’ve got no desire to live with my main partner or get married, etc in the next 10 - 15 years. I love being the decision maker of my household and I’m lucky enough to be able to make it work financially. (Maybe when the kids move out I’d be open to living with a partner or when I’m old it would be practical to get married for health care and benefits reasons but not now.) If someone else described this life to me 4 years ago, I’d think they were a weirdo but I assure you it’s ended up to be a very lovely and normal sort of life. I did 12 years of being happily married with zero outside relationships on my side, and it was my former husband’s choice to end the marriage. I thought I’d never be as happy as I was when I was married. The first few years were rough, no question I was generally sad for a long time. But surprisingly I’ve found myself equally as happy the last few years. Nice to just know that most situations will work themselves out and you can came back to your homeostasis after a while. )

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[CN] Victor’s Heart in Flames Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 心焰之约, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

[Translation under the cut]

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✧ [CHAPTER 1] ✧

MC: The flight leaves tomorrow morning at 8:30 am, and you will arrive at 2:00 am in the middle of the night… the duration of this business trip is also too long.

Beneath the warm yellow light of the bedroom, I carefully double-check Victor’s itinerary.

I can’t help but sigh softly at the thought of this unexpected intruder of a “trip” that disrupts the Valentine’s Day plans two weeks later.

I look up and am suddenly met with a pair of dark-colored eyes that are still damp with moisture.

Victor: Why are you sighing?

Victor has just finished his shower, the tips of his hair still a little damp. In the dim yellow light of the bedroom, his gaze is lowered toward me, gentle and focused.

MC: It’s certainly not because of the last-minute business trip insertion in a certain big CEO’s schedule.

I raise my head at him, shaking the itinerary in my hand.

MC: We previously agreed we would go to Lake Heart Island on Valentine’s Day for a vacation. But now, you suddenly have to go on a business trip.

MC: So, I…

Victor: [extremely indulgent tone] So, it turns out a certain someone is wearing a frown on her face because she is worried about this.

Victor muses to himself for a moment, speaking slowly.

Victor: This meeting is two weeks long. If I push it, it may not be impossible to make it back in time.

Seeing that he really seems to be pondering over this, I hurriedly wave my hand.

MC: That’d be too much of a rush for you. I’d rather that you be relaxed and attend the meeting.

MC: Also, Pudding is still waiting for Mr. CEO to work hard and buy new canned food for him!

I push down the little disappointment in my heart, laughing as I tease. But Victor’s eyes flicker regardless.

Victor: That’s a very considerate thought for Pudding, but what about you?

Victor: Given a certain dummy’s temperament, won’t you secretly hold a grudge about being “stood up” by me on Valentine’s Day like this?

MC: I’m a very sensible person, so I won’t be that petty!

Victor looks at my perked-up smiling face and pokes my cheek softly with his fingertip.

Victor: [interlaced with a melting smile] This smile that a certain someone has forcibly squeezed out is too stiff.

MC: …

MC: If I’m being honest, of course, I want to spend Valentine’s Day with you.

Seeing that Victor’s eyebrows are slightly lifted, I suddenly feel a little unconvinced and lean closer to him as I speak.

MC: But–– don’t you want to celebrate the festival with me?

MC: You don’t seem to have any particular reaction to this sudden insertion in your schedule?

Victor can’t help but let out a low laugh, raps my forehead, and pulls me towards the bed.

Victor: Not everyone is like a dummy, with all her emotions written brightly all over her face.

Victor: And regarding the reaction you need, haven’t you already done all of that for my part?

I’m about to retort again, but Victor’s gaze has already shifted to a book on the bedside that I’ve just finished reading.

Beneath the dim light, he opens the pages inside the book, which reflects the crooked reading notes I’ve left on them.

He stares at them for a while, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. I don’t know what has come to his mind, but he casually slips the book into his suitcase.

MC: Why are you taking my book with you?

Victor: The trip will be boring. Weren't you clamoring next to my ears before about how beautiful this book is?

Victor: It will be just the thing to kill time.

He wears his usual expression as he speaks, as though this is merely a spur-of-the-moment thing. I, on the contrary, blink in confusion.

I’ve recommended this book to Victor several times before, but he was indifferent. Why does he suddenly want to read it now?

But before I can take the time to think about it, my thoughts are thrown into disorder by the noise next to me. He holds me by the waist and brings me into his arms, and then lifts his hand to turn off the light.

In the darkness, a soft kiss lands on my forehead, just like it always does on every ordinary night.

Victor: [kiss] Sleep.

Victor: The next goodnight kiss will have to wait for two weeks from now.

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✧ [CHAPTER 2] ✧

MC: The cameras are already in place. We can now begin the interviews.

I give Willow an OK signal. She nods and directs herself in front of the camera facing the airport.

When the machines are being tested, Willow comes up to me.

Willow: Boss, you’ve been helping me out over here for three days now.

Willow: Today is Valentine’s. You should go and make a video call to CEO Victor and celebrate the festival together. Leave the scene to us.

I suppress the small disappointment in my heart, smiling as I shake my head.

MC: It’s no problem. CEO Victor is busier than I am, and is probably at some conference table “killing all sides” right now.

MC: I had nothing to do in the past two days anyways. So, I’ll provide more assistance to your program’s shooting.

Willow gives me such a look of gratitude as if words can’t express her thanks. With the microphone in hand, I step into the thin stream of the early morning crowd to start today’s shoot.

This program is an amateur variety show with random interviews on the street. Both the locations and interviewees are randomly selected.

Today’s question is to interview passers-by on how they would declare their love to the person they like, and the chosen location is the Loveland City Airport.

In a place where countless stories of encounters, reunions, and partings are played out every day, there are many strong emotions behind these stories that are fueled by distance and floundering.

This is precisely why we wanted to shoot today’s program on Valentine’s Day.

Passerby A: Declaration of love? I think it’s a very important thing. I specifically chose to come back today to proclaim my love to her!

Passerby B: Every time I see my boyfriend after traveling to faraway places, I always say, “I’ve missed you.” I think it’s the best way to say it.

Passerby C: You can’t hide your liking for someone, and you can’t hide your declaration of love either. When a person comes rushing to see you, you can see their proclamation of love just by looking into their eyes.

The interview process goes very smoothly, and it doesn’t take long for me to gather many fresh materials.

While adjusting the camera, I watch as the lovers look at each other and smile on the screen, and I can’t help but feel slightly lost in my thoughts.

The couples in the camera shots seem to be more open about conveying “I love you, I’ve missed you” and such words when faced with partings and reunions.

If… Victor were here, how would he answer this question?

I’m sure he will say, “Dummy is a dummy. How come she still needs to ask him such a simple question?”

As I think of this, I can already imagine the look of disregard on Victor’s face and can’t help but smile slightly, allowing my thoughts of longing for him to spill endlessly for a short while.

I wonder how his meeting is going at this moment? Would he be thinking about me in the cracks between work, just like I do about him?

However, the sudden clamor of voices in front of me draws my consciousness back to reality.

It’s probably the arrival of some flight, and the airport has already become very crowded while I wasn’t paying attention.

I stand up. As my gaze inadvertently sweeps over the stream of people, I suddenly freeze in place.

A figure I couldn’t be more familiar with emerges before my eyes–– it’s Victor.

The person I was longing for just a second ago has now appeared in front of me. My body is already ahead of my thoughts, and I involuntarily move my legs and run in his direction.

Why is he here? Did his work end early? Has he just landed, or has it already been a long time since he arrived?

Countless thoughts pop into my head, but I don’t have the time to mull over them. All I can think about is running to him quickly.

I trot over to Victor’s side. He is leaning back in the chair with his eyes slightly closed, and a hint of weariness can be faintly seen between his eyebrows.

The early morning sunlight filters in through the huge French windows, falling lightly on his eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, and his pursed lips.

He is attired in a black shirt, and a thick overcoat is draped over his shoulders. The suitcase is casually set aside. It looks as if he was in a rush to get back.

Right now, I don’t want to disturb Victor for a while. But as soon as my footsteps stop, Victor opens his eyes.

He glances at the microphone in my hand and doesn’t look surprised in the slightest, but rather as if he’s already been waiting for a long time.

Victor: Working on Valentine’s Day… it seems Producer MC is very dedicated to her work.

His tone is as casual as if it were simply an ordinary morning, as if the meeting between us has not crossed ten days and six hours.

Looking at the coming and going passers-by in the surroundings and the flight information at the exit, I open my mouth tentatively.

MC: CEO Victor, you shouldn’t be… especially waiting for me here, right?

Victor: A certain someone is working conscientiously, and I certainly wouldn’t be rash to disturb her.

He answers my question in an understated manner and suddenly shoots me a glance.

Victor: But, are you thinking that I shouldn’t be back so early?

MC: After all, you were preparing to go to a very important meeting when we were on video call last night…

MC: But now, you suddenly appeared at the Loveland City Airport at this hour. Don’t tell me that–– you–– went to catch a flight as soon as the meeting ended?

Victor lifts his eyes slightly, neither admitting nor denying.

The speculations that sprung up have now settled, and I feel a sweet sense of satisfaction flooding my heart.

MC: Ooh~ You’ve come back especially for me, to spend the festival with me, haven’t you?

In the face of my blatant probing, Victor is still economical with words as ever, getting up and picking up his suitcase.

Victor: [a little self-deprecating laugh] The work ended early, so I came back, that’s all.

Suspicious, I look behind Victor. None of the staff who accompanied him are here, and he himself appears travel-worn.

All these signs point to the fact that he returned to the country alone immediately after the meeting.

With this thought in mind, I’m suddenly tempted to tease him. Rolling my eyes, I point the microphone in my hand to the person in front of me.

MC: Since you are here, would you like to be interviewed as well, Mr. CEO?

Before Victor can say anything, I finish asking the question in one breath.

MC: I’m the program crew of the “Random Questions Challenge,” and we are having a special airport shoot here. Now, I’d like to invite CEO Victor to answer a question.

MC: When faced with the person he likes, how would CEO Victor declare his love?

Victor knits his brows into a frown as if he wants to refuse outright.

But seeing the expectant look on my face, he glances down at his wristwatch and then looks up at me again, his voice low and mellow.

Victor: At 6:30 am in Loveland time, I’m already standing in front of her. This is my answer.

My heart suddenly flutters at his answer, only to hear Victor’s voice resounding again.

Victor: I also have a question for Producer MC.

MC: Hm? What?

Victor: If I remember correctly, you are not in charge of this project.

Victor: So, you can consider whether you’d like to reschedule your today’s time and give it to me?

I subconsciously look at Willow, who is watching the scene excitedly from afar, and she repeatedly makes “OK” gestures to me. I look at Victor, the corners of my lips curling up.

MC: There’s no need to consider. My time has always belonged to you, most willingly.

Victor smiles and takes my hand in his, his long eyelashes haloing a small shadow under his eyes.

Victor: Then come with me, Big Producer.

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✧ [CHAPTER 3] ✧

Looking at the constantly speeding scenery outside the window, I turn my head to look at Victor for the third time.

MC: Is that meeting really not going to be affected? What about the follow-up conclusion? Have you sorted out everything, and…

Before I can finish my sentence, he taps me on the head with his free hand.

Victor: Since I was confident to come back, of course, these things have already been taken care of.

He pauses, speaking slowly as he stares straight ahead.

Victor: Instead of worrying about this, you should think about how we are going to enjoy the day later.

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We’ve already arrived at our destination in the midst of the conversation. I look up as I get out of the car and can’t help but stare blankly.

MC: This is… the Lake Heart Island?

As far as my vision expands, there is a lake reminiscent of a mirror, with picnic cloths, bouquets, wine, and desserts neatly laid out on the meadow by the lake.

Not far away, there are also balloons in the shape of flowers fluttering in the wind. Everything is filled with a romantic and festive atmosphere.

Victor: [extremely soft laugh] A certain someone’s anxiously longed-for vacation on Lake Heart Island has come true, so how come she is frozen here in a daze?

MC: You seem to have arranged everything again without me knowing a single thing.

MC: Happiness appeared too suddenly, so I’m a bit in a trance…

Hearing my words, Victor laughs softly.

Victor: Just this makes you happy?

Victor: Dummy, you don’t need to be so easily satisfied.

Victor: The things prepared here are more than what you see in front of you. Let’s walk further ahead and see.

With a smile on his face, Victor holds out his hand to me. The sunlight outlines his figure in a warm silhouette, and he seems to almost blend in with the landscape.

Everything that is happening before my eyes feels so sudden, but there is only one thing that I have no doubt about. Victor, at this very moment, is by my side.

I reach out my hand, covering his palm with mine.

MC: Then I must trouble CEO Victor. Please walk me through the inspection~

The emerald green meadows, the fluttering clusters of balloons, and the fiery wildflowers scattered as far as the eyes can see…

More and more scenery crashes onto my horizon, akin to a picture scroll slowly unfolding. But, I feel a little puzzled.

MC: When I looked at the pictures on the internet, I had the impression that the island wasn’t that pretty.

MC: Now, the meadows on the lakeside seem to have been trimmed, and there are balloons and colored ribbons hanging on the reeds…

MC: You were abroad before. How did you even have time to decorate here?

He shoots a glance at the swaying balloons in the distance, the traces of a smile flashing through his eyes.

Victor: Aren’t these all the bedtime wishes of a certain dummy?

I think back to the conversation with Victor the night before he left. My heart quivers slightly, as if Pudding is rubbing on it with his tiny paws.

MC: When did CEO Victor become my very own “wishing genie”~

MC: If I had known earlier that it would be effective, I would have wished for something else at the time.

Victor looks at me, seeming a little surprised.

Victor: What wish do you have that has not been fulfilled?

Victor: While your very own “wishing genie” is right here, say it.

His tone is natural. I think about it for a moment, then open my mouth meaningfully.

MC: I want to know, apart from arranging everything here today…

MC: Is there anything else you’d like to say to me?

MC: After all, we’re seeing each other again after being apart for ten days.

I quietly cast out the bait. But Victor gives me a deep, examining look, his gaze tracing over my cheeks.

Victor: [teasingly serious tone x1] It can be seen that you ate well and slept properly during this time.

Victor: [x2] I’m very relieved.

MC: …

Not hearing the words I want to hear, I feel a little angry. However, I suddenly catch a teasing smile sparkling in Victor’s eyes.

I let out “humph” twice and decide to make persistent efforts. Thereupon, I pretend to act shamelessly and drag Victor to sit on the grass.

MC: Victor, I’m a little tired. How about we rest here for a while on the picnic cloth?

Victor: [incredibly indulgent, teasing tone] Tired before walking even two steps? I think a certain dummy is craving the desserts here.

MC: It’s perfectly natural and justified for a dummy to crave desserts~

While saying this, I suddenly catch sight of a bottle of wine on the side and feel that it looks a little familiar. After uncorking the bottle, I take a sniff and immediately look at him in amazement.

MC: This fragrance… it seems a bit like that home-brewed wine we bought at the Rose Festival before?

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[Tidbits]: MC is referring to their “Rose All Day” date in EN; where they went to South America for the Rose Festival, and… ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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Victor takes the wine from my hand and pours it into a glass.

Victor: We didn’t get more than a few sips back then. Afterward, I found the shop owner and got the wine recipe after some twists and turns.

He hands me the wine glass overflowing with fragrance, his eyes carrying within them a little teasing.

Victor: But before I had a chance to introduce it, a certain impatient person had already opened it.

I take a sip of my wine, but hearing Victor’s words cause me to be slightly stunned.

MC: So, did you brew this bottle of wine yourself?

As I bite out these words in a cadence, Victor reaches over and pinches my face.

Victor: How come you’re drunk after just one sip?

MC: I’m not drunk, and you still haven’t answered my question yet.

Victor: With such an obvious answer, do you still need to ask me again?

As he says this, he unhurriedly pours himself a glass. The soft afternoon sunlight descends on his cheeks, reflecting the contours of his chiseled side profile.

Watching his leisurely appearance, I recall my series of “failed” attempts today, and I’m somewhat unable to contain myself any longer.

That little scuttling thought in the bottom of my heart drums on, making clamors.

I tilt my head back and take a big gulp of the wine. And just at the right moment, I reach out and hook my arms around Victor’s neck.

He reacts extremely quickly and holds me by the waist. By inertia, we both fall uncontrollably onto the grass together.

Thump––

The sweet scent of the meadow spreads to the tip of my nose, and I aim precisely at Victor’s lips, kissing them without letting up.

Amid the rich rose aroma of the wine, I have my wish fulfilled as I watch Victor’s eyes widen slightly.

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✧ [CHAPTER 4] ✧

I desperately try to pry Victor’s lips open, but I can’t seem to get it to work.

Just as I’m trying hard to find a gap with the tip of my tongue, I suddenly hear a soft laugh from the man underneath me.

He slightly loosens his tightly closed lips and teeth, while his other hand caresses the back of my head, forcing me to press even closer.

All of a sudden, the active one becomes him. The tip of his tongue softly brushes against my lips, inducing me to pass the wine into his mouth little by little amidst the intertwining.

It seems that he has also shackled my waist casually. Clearly, I’m the one who took the initiative for the action, but unknowingly at some point, it has entirely turned into him being the one making demands little by little.

Just when my thoughts are getting chaotic and misty, I quietly open my eyes and see his tightly closed eyes and well-defined eyelashes.

The tips of his ears are also flushed, which seem to have been warmed up from the kiss.

It’s said that people who involuntarily close their eyes during kissing must like the other person very much.

I feel as if I’ve been softly hit with something in my heart. I close my eyes and ferry the last of the wine into another soft spot as our lips and teeth tangle.

It’s not until the wine is completely consumed that I let go of Victor and straighten up my upper body.

His deep eyes gaze at me, seemingly a little moist, but there is a desire surging within them that he is patiently holding back.

I imitate Victor’s usual demeanor of remaining calm and collected, purse my moist lips, and look at him.

MC: …w-was the wine delicious?

Victor doesn’t answer me directly, but I suddenly feel a force behind my waist abruptly pulling me to his body.

Uncontrollably, I brace my hands against Victor’s chest and gaze at him intently, but I can’t help feeling a little nervous in my heart.

However, he is not in a rush to answer. Instead, he lifts his hand and runs his index finger over my lips, as if to wipe away the wine stains for me.

Only after completing all of his unhurriedly and methodically does he meet my gaze, his voice deep and low.

Victor: You gave me the wine. Of course, it tastes delicious.

Victor: But that’s not the main purpose of my rushing back today.

MC: What do you want to do then?

I stare at him wide-eyed, and he seems to confirm whether I’m a little soberer at the moment, his eyes stirring slightly.

The next second, the back of my head is cupped by his palm, pressing me close until I’m right in front of his eyes.

Before I can bring myself to react, I’m caught off guard and feel soft lips crushing mine as they run over my lips.

And then a warm object pries open my teeth, bringing with it an irresistible tenderness and allowing me to drown in this rose-scented ecstasy.

All my strength is slowly being drained from my body, and it’s only when my head is spinning that I feel him letting me off a little, enabling me to take a big breath.

Victor’s deep and low voice sounds next to my ear, and the breaths he exhales tickle my earlobe.

Victor: [whispering into your heart x1] That book of yours I took with me before on the business trip is a collection of essays on the scenery from different places.

Victor: [x2] I saw that you underlined all the places you liked and even wrote your own evaluation next to them.

I don’t understand why Victor suddenly brought this up, so I grunt a “hmm” in confusion and ask him a question.

MC: [blushing] So, did you see any places you liked in it?

Victor releases a low laugh, his finger pads caressing my neck with the greatest of yearnings.

Victor: [x3] After reading the various evaluations of a certain dummy, those places… all of them became dull.

Victor: [x4] They can’t be compared to one ten-thousandth of what I’m seeing now.

My heart suddenly skips half a beat. Blinking slowly, I look into those eyes that are still unruffled even now and speak in feigned surprise.

MC: So, it turns out that the scenery you’ve been longing for the most is the Lake Heart Island of Loveland City!

Victor: [literally chokes] …

Victor pauses speechlessly, nudging the tip of my nose.

Victor: [helplessly] Don’t ask a question you already know the answer to.

MC: I really don’t know what you’ve been longing for the most, unless… you tell me directly?

I hint meaningfully at Victor, and he seems to understand something, a smile brewing in his eyes.

Victor: What do you want to hear me tell you directly?

MC: Mr. CEO, don’t ask a question you already know the answer to.

Looking at my clenched fists, he suddenly laughs in spite of himself and opens his mouth unhurriedly.

Victor: [inadvertently lets his heavenly laughter spill] When a person likes someone, it’s not all conveyed by what they say, but rather by what they do. This is the simplest of truths.

MC: Of course, I know that. We’ve spent so much time together, and the things we’ve done for each other–– it’s enough to stand testament to our feelings for one another.

I pause, a little shy, and speak slowly.

MC: The fact that you could appear in front of me today is the best and the happiest gift I could’ve received.

MC: But every now and then, especially on special days…

MC: I also want to hear the most direct and heartfelt words from the CEO, who ordinarily doesn’t wear his emotions on his face.

MC: [blushing] Perhaps it’s because, in front of you, I’m becoming more and more greedy.

I stare straight into his eyes, and my cheeks are somewhat burning hot. The sunlight is reflected in Victor’s eyes, illustrating the dark-colored waves billowing within them.

After a while, he slightly tugs at the corners of his lips.

Victor: What you want, it seems, is something a little more direct.

MC: Mm. As expected, Mr. CEO has picked up on it.

Victor: I still haven’t fully comprehended it. I need the Big Producer to teach me again.

MC: …CEO Victor, do you require my teaching?

I deliberately lean closer to him, pouting defiantly. Victor looks at me, his fingertips gently brushing over my lips, his voice low and hoarse.

Victor: [overflowing roguish tone x1] Of course. I also have moments when I need to humbly ask for your guidance.

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[Tidbits]: The role-playing conversation here is a direct throwback to Victor’s Heart’s Content Date~ 𓆩♡𓆪

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Victor: [x2] Just begin… with what you want to say to me right now.

There is a certain seduction in his voice, and the warmth of his finger pads still seems to linger on my lips.

My heart skips a beat, remembering the kiss just now that caused me to be bedazzled and fascinated.

The many words that have churned my mind before, at this very moment, it seems I’ve been given the possibility to say them aloud.

MC: Then you aren’t allowed to dislike my childish words.

Victor: [in a heartbeat] When have I ever disliked you?

He asks me back in a very soft voice, with an earnest look in his eyes.

Looking into his serene eyes, I take a moment to organize my words before I summon the courage to speak in a low voice.

MC: [blushing] …Victor, you are the most unique and unmatched existence I’ve ever encountered in all my life.

I subconsciously lift my eyes to look at him as I speak. Seeing that his eyebrows are raised for a fleeting moment, I sheepishly assume that he will complain.

But a moment later, I hear Victor’s deep and low voice resounding slowly.

Victor: [incredibly solemn yet soft tone x1] MC, you are the most unique and unmatched existence I’ve ever encountered in all my life.

He follows me word for word, saying aloud what I’ve just said. My breathing suddenly comes to a standstill for a moment.

Those words seem to turn into some kind of magic, falling into my mind in a cluster of sparks that explode with a loud rumble, urging me to go on.

MC: [blushing] …you are also the most beautiful scenery to me.

I feel Victor’s fingers casually sinking into the gaps of mine, interlocking our ten fingers. And at the same time, he looks directly into my eyes, his gaze not concealing any emotions in the slightest.

Victor: [x2] You are also the most beautiful scenery to me.

I take a deep breath and finish my sentence, which originally wasn’t very long.

MC: So, Happy Valentine’s Day!

Victor: So, Happy Valentine’s Day.

Time seems to stand still for an instant. The sunlight charges across the meadow, landing on the corner of Victor’s eyes and the tip of his brows. And he looks at me, his eyebrows slightly raised.

He seems to be asking, “Is this the end?”

I open my mouth, but I’m unable to say anything more, feeling as the temperature of my cheeks ascends involuntarily, and my heart pounds more and more loudly.

Victor doesn’t say anything either, only stares at me quietly.

Under his focused gaze, all the courage I’ve mustered before seems to have vanished at this moment, and I lower my eyelashes a little shyly.

MC: [blushing] Victor, actually…

But before I can finish my sentence, I suddenly feel a hand clasping around my waist, pulling me closer to the man in front of me once more.

At the same time, I hear Victor’s low and hoarse voice.

Victor: [extremely™ soft sigh interlaced with laughter] MC, close your eyes.

I’m not sure why, but I close my eyes. In the darkness, my sense of hearing becomes sharper, and I can hear Victor’s breathing, along with his voice.

Victor: Dummy is a dummy. How come you still need to ask me such a simple question?

He says the exact same words as I expected him to, and I can’t help but slightly curl the corners of my lips into a smile.

Victor: Since you don’t understand, I will break it down word by word and tell you.

He pauses; his voice is low and mellow, reminiscent of wine.

Victor: I took your book with me on my business trip because I knew I would miss you.

Victor: It’s not all because of your words that I rushed back today.

Victor: It’s even more because I wanted to be by your side and spend this festival in the name of lovers.

He pauses for a moment, speaking slowly.

Victor: The answer to that question you asked me early in the morning–– now I can answer you again.

A light evening breeze seems to brush my face amid the darkness. And I don’t need to open my eyes to know that it must be a good time for the sunset glow to spread across the horizon.

My heart is also like the evening sunset, as if waiting to be ignited into blazing flames by Victor’s words.

Victor: Happy Valentine’s Day.

The next moment, I hear him whispering the immediate source of fire in my ears.

Victor: I love you, MC.

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[Calls and Moments]: Here! ♡

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[Afterthoughts, will recommend to not skip, but only if you have time since it’s pretty long haha]

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#their theme of exploring new stuffs tho “THE WINE KISS” as CN players are calling it asjskjdns #tbh I’d be MC too LOL even if I’m screaming 我爱李泽言 (I love Victor) to his face all day – using 爱 (love) instead of 喜欢 (like) to blatantly–#express my feelings– under that gorgeous blazing stare I’d be a mess too akshdhdh ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽#THIS MAN. MY HEART. HOLD MY SOUL PLS. ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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luciddaydreamsstuff · 4 months

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Wanted to post more about this AU since it’s been on my mind for a bit, so here’s some info about the Daycare Attendants along with their work attire. Apologies for it this comes off as word vomit

Base Info: This au takes place after the events of Security Breach with the events of the Ruin DLC (mainly Bonnie and the Mimic) occurring months after the pizzaplex’s reconstruction in this au. Henry Emily doesn’t die in Pizza Sim and later (around his 70s) becomes the CEO of FazBear during the reconstruction of the pizzaplex. The virus upped the affected animatronics worse tendencies to 11 (Roxy’s confidence = narcissism, Monty’s anger = “punch first, ask never”, etc.)

Design: Not sure why, but when I saw Fizzarolli from Helluva Boss, his limbs were what I constantly imagined Sun and Moon having so they do. Sun has more rays to help flesh out his head while Moon has a longer night cap, because it looked nice. Both have moveable face plates however Moon’s expressions are more limited due to being nap time. I’ve seen people write about Sun and Moon having a chest cavity but never seen one explained or in a design, so it’s a bit more obvious that they have one. Moon’s chest cavity usually holds glow-in-the-dark moon and star stickers that are used during nap time and the cavity can switch out to a speaker where Moon can play music from. Sun also has a chest cavity (look at previous post about this au) which has six “drawers” allowing him to hold more items. Moon has both the wire cable and a floating mechanism while Sun just has the wire. It also may be harder to tell with my art but Moon is smaller than Sun. Sun has more bells than Moon due to his role as playtime, Moon has less because she doesn’t want to accidentally wake up the kids. Both attendants have wardrobes and have multiple outfits they can wear around kids. Moon’s face is more feminine due to some parents complaining about no female attendant in the daycare, so when Sun and Moon got a redesign, Moon’s face leaned more feminine while Sun’s leaned more masculine.

Sun: The older of the two. Sun had been affected with the virus, though it only made him more hyper and unhinged as he would accidentally bruised kids without knowing due to playing a bit too rough. After the virus was purged, Sun was a bit more mellowed out though he still will move around. Sun mostly deals with kids from preschool age to early middle school (6th grade specifically). Sun uses he/him pronouns and can get excited easily. Sun stands at 6’2. Sun’s outfit is more breathable and more active or sporty while still looking like a jester.

Moon: The younger of the two. Originally a last minute addition to the Daycare. Moon was fully affected by the virus, merging their security and nap time protocols together making her more irritable and hand out punishments more. After the virus was purged, Moon was more chill and calm like before the virus though his security protocols got upgraded to be on a timed schedule. Moon usually deals with slightly older kids from middle school to high school (7th to 12th) and will usually help kids with homework. Moon uses any and all pronouns (he/she/they) and despite being an introvert, loves hanging out with the children of the daycare. Moon stands at 5’10. Moon’s outfit is more poofy and soft to look more friendly.

Hopefully my ramblings are understandable, but also explain both the au slightly and some creative liberties I took when designing these two. I have more ideas that I’m more than happy to share

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omg can I have an angsty prompt request...post-breakup piarles, reuniting after x years, realizing the feelings are still there...and maybe its not too late...hehe 😋

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

It’s been about two years since Pierre took off his ring for the last time.

He’d done it before then plenty, of course—nothing aggravates an argument with the perfect mirror of yourself quite the same as a grand gesture like that, tugging off an engagement band and leaving it on the counter before storming out. But two years ago, things had just…come to a head. Pierre loved Charles, he did, but keeping up with him had become too much work. Life outside of racing had gotten very big very quickly for him, and there’s only so much a person can do in the shadow of their partner before things get testy.

And when you’re engaged to your lifelong best friend, sometimes testy is just the final straw. Charles had been in the middle of one of his big Ferrari collaborative projects, spending more nights in Maranello than at their shared flat in Monaco, and Pierre fell asleep alone in bed once again with the ache of not being enough.

So he’d left. Took the ring off, wrote Charles a little apology, and packed the things he was confident were his before disappearing into the cool November night. He’d changed both of his phone numbers a few days later when Charles started blowing his phone up with messages and voicemails. And then he’d gone off the grid entirely.

I love you, but I cannot do this anymore. That’s what he’d said. Two years later, sitting in the dining lounge at LVMH headquarters, he thinks it’s probably the right call. He no longer feels like a WAG working under his own collaborative brand with the company’s latest popstar ambassador whose name he doesn’t even really recognize. She’s nice, at least—Pierre is waiting for her now, actually, so that they can walk through the latest scheduling draft for the upcoming Winter show. He’s still not fully involved in the behind-the-scenes work, but if he can figure out something splashy to present at the next meeting, he's convinced that he’ll—

“Pierrot?” A familiar voice breaks through his thoughts, coming from somewhere to his right. Pierre turns.

And then his stomach drops, because standing before him is Charles Leclerc—ex-fiance, former best friend, the love of his life once upon a time, standing there with a bag hanging off his shoulder and his sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. Part of Pierre instinctively wants to fix it, either push them gently back where they belong on his face or pull them off and carefully tuck them into the vee of his shirt.

He does neither.

“Charles,” he greets instead, pushing back in his chair casually. He’s not going to get up, he’s not. It’s not like Charles is there for him, after all. “What are you doing here?” He pauses, then realizes how rude it must’ve sounded to just blatantly ask why he’s in Pierre’s workplace. “How have you been?”

Charles, to his credit, doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are lit-up, sparkling the way they always used to when they were together on the track. “I’m good,” he says as he takes a few steps closer to be within proper conversational range. “Ferrari is exploring potential luxury brand partnerships, and since I was already in Paris…” he shrugs. “Just looking, is all.”

Ferrari. Pierre hasn’t followed along close enough with their old sport for quite some time, but the name still makes him grimace. All the time that team had sucked away from him—from them—the thought still makes him bitter enough to taste it. “I see,” he hums in reply, picking up his little espresso cup and sipping at it. Charles just keeps looking at him, though: like he’s curious. “I have been working here alongside some of the lead designers of the season.”

Charles oohs softly. Pierre hates that he can tell it’s genuine even after all this time apart. “They found the perfect model,” he murmurs, a small smile playing on his face. “I’m happy they have you, Pierrot.” He looks like he wants to say more for a moment—it’s been two years and Pierre hasn’t really thought about his almost-marriage for longer than a day at a time, but suddenly having Charles right back in his space is crumbling the foundations of his new life like they’re made of plaster. “How have you been?”

“Good,” is the immediate answer that comes out of his mouth. It’s not entirely false, really, but…Pierre can’t help how his eyes trail up and down Charles’ body, how they catch at the silver chain hanging around his neck. The top button of his shirt is undone, revealing the faint little patch of chest hair that Pierre used to tease him about when they were younger. Nestled in it is…

Is the engagement band Pierre bought him all those years ago. Pierre’s gaze darts to his left hand instinctively. He swallows when he sees it ringless in the places that matter. The sight of the gaudy golden ring against his still-pale chest flings Pierre back in time, when he’d first slipped it on Charles’ trembling hand and whispered be mine forever? Charles had promised him, then, that he would—the memory makes him feel nauseous. Forever had felt like a long time when Pierre had weighed his options before leaving—a long time to be waiting in the wings, a long time to be a love of Charles’ and not the love.

And yet, the last two years without him has felt like a lifetime in the most agonizing of ways. He’s reminded of that yet again with the sight before him: Charles still wears the ring around his neck, and Pierre has his tucked away in the drawer beside his bed, folded in one of Charles’ old bandanas he’d stumbled upon after moving out. It’s silly. It’s devastating. The love Pierre had spent so long packing away in moving boxes is starting to leak out at the bottom.

“Charlie,” he says softly after a long moment, gesturing to the empty seat across from him, “come join me for lunch.” Charles just looks at him, blinking his sweet, slow, cat-like blink until Pierre gestures again, more earnest than before. “Please, mon cheri. It has been so long.”

After another long, breathless moment, Charles’ face softens even further. He pulls out the chair across from Pierre and sinks into it. “It has,” he says quietly. “Pierrot, it has.”

#piarles #10 x 16 #fic #!!!!!! lowkey ever since that piarles fic where theyre divorced with kids i have been intrigued by the idea of them breaking up only to #come back together. like their love would be so messy and big and all over the place. the night is always darkest before the dawn etc etc #ANYWAY thank u my love this was funnnn #ask reply #teamnick

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