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if it’s not you · kth (m)

↳ summary; Kim Taehyung grew up watching his parents fall more in love for each day that passed and he always longed for that great, passionate love himself. But if it’s not you? Then he doesn’t want it.

pairing; taehyung x f. reader

word count; 8,582

rating; 18+

content; exes to lovers!au, smut/angst, a bit of fluff

warnings; making out, dirty talk, nipple play, oral sex (f. receiving), hand job, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cream pie, possessive/jealous and slightly insecure taetae <3

chapters. part one | part two

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author’s note; it’s here!!!! the taehyung fic i’ve been wanting to write for SO long ughhhdjsk i really hope you like it and that you enjoy it despite all the hurt and angst heh – please let me know what you think! comment, reblog, send me an ask – whatever you feel most comfortable with!! everything is greatly appreciated <3 thank you sm for reading muah

ps. a big thank you to @kookingtae once again for beta-ing for me and for helping me brainstorm for the smut scene <33 ur the best ily thank you for your support and help!

Kim Taehyung is not sad.

Sadness is not what he feels when he goes out with his friends and spots two people all over each other, happy and in love. Sadness is not what he feels when he sits at home, watching a movie by himself. Sadness is not what he feels when his friends tell him they’re engaged and are having an engagement party to celebrate.

No, Kim Taehyung is way past sadness.

If anything, what he feels is most likely something more akin to a feeling called ‘I don’t care anymore’... a certain, unexplainable emptiness. He doesn’t care that everyone around him is falling in love and getting engaged, he doesn’t care if two strangers are all over each other when he’s at a bar. He doesn’t care that all of his one-night-stands give him a nasty look when he tells them to leave in the middle of the night after having emotionless – I don’t care who you are or what your name is – sex with them.

Taehyung just doesn't care anymore. Or that’s what he thought, at least.

He thought that he wouldn’t give two shits when he saw you walk through the door, arriving at the engagement party his friends are currently throwing. He also thought that he wouldn’t care that some unknown guy was trailing right behind you, his hand tightly wrapped around yours.

But Taehyung should’ve known better.

He should’ve known his mind would play tricks on him and pull up flashbacks to the day he lost all belief in love.

Two years ago…

“Kiss me,” he pleaded, voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. He begged you, the unsteady tone of his voice giving away that he was on the brink of breaking down if you didn’t connect your lips with his within the next few seconds. He was desperate, breathing heavily as he tried his best to keep the tears from welling in his eyes.

The last few weeks had been absolute hell. The apartment has been empty beyond measure, most of your stuff gone by now. You haven’t been in the apartment since the day you left and the only reason you were back tonight was because you forgot a few things. Taehyung knew you’d come, you had texted him to let him know just so that you wouldn’t be barging in on him at a random hour. One thing he didn’t realize though when you texted him was how much he genuinely hated all of this until you stood in front of him with a small, sad-looking smile on your face.

How you ended up in the bedroom, cuddling and now almost kissing, was unbeknownst to him and you as well. Taehyung had been sitting on the edge of the bed, watching as you packed your remaining things in utter silence. When you were finished and wanted to give him one last goodbye hug, he had made the first move to urge you onto the bed with him. It’s not that he had bad intentions with it. He just needed to hold you one last time before you’d move on for good. Cuddles then turned into him pulling you on top of him to straddle his waist, begging and pleading for you to kiss him.

“Taehyung…” You softly let his name fall from your lips in a sigh as you looked down at him from your straddling position on top of him, “we shouldn’t-”

“Please, ____,” he tried again with pain laced in his words, sitting up with you still perched on his lap, “please, just kiss me.”

[end of flashback]

Two years since he last saw you and talked to you. Two years of losing every ounce of belief he had in ‘the great love’ of life. Why continue to look for love when he already had the love of his life and lost her?

In Taehyung’s head, there was no reason to look for love when the person he loved more than life itself left him with only half a heart to live by two years ago. Even if he wanted to find another great love, it simply wouldn’t be possible. He lives with only half of his heart and you can’t love someone with just half a heart.

Not when someone else has the other half.

“Hey, isn’t that ____?”

Taehyung is pulled from his thoughts by Jimin, his best friend since high school and the only person who would be able to recognize his ex-girlfriend from miles away – even after two years have gone by.

“Yep,” Taehyung curtly replies and brings his drink to his lips, taking a long sip. The heavy, dark taste of whiskey burns his throat on the way down but he welcomes it, suddenly in desperate need of feeling something that isn’t the tug on the strings of his half heart.

Jimin’s face scrunches up in confusion, “who’s the guy?”

I don’t know, Jimin. Does it look like I’ve stayed in touch with her since she walked out on me? Do you think she’d be across the room, in another man’s embrace, if I had stayed in touch with her?

Instead of saying that, Taehyung shrugs ‘carelessly’ and takes another sip of his drink, eyes following you as you and your date move towards the newly-engaged couple.

He can’t take his eyes off you.

You look so different and yet the exact same.

Every move of your body and expression on your face twist in the most beautiful, hypnotizing way as always. Your hair is shorter, he notices, but it suits you. You’re glowing from across the room and your smile lights up the entire apartment when you throw your head back in laughter.

It travels across the room and reaches Taehyung’s ears, cutting straight through the music flowing from the stereo. The pretty sound causes his chest to fill with a familiar warmth. Except this time it isn’t him who’s on the receiving end of your smile and gentle touch; your date is. As much as it bothers him, Taehyung can’t stop watching you as you talk with the hosts, wishing them congratulations on their engagement, and handing them the gift you brought along. And then you introduce the man next to you, a bright smile on your face as you watch them shake hands.

Something vile rises within Taehyung at the sight. He knows he has no right to feel like this but something about the way you’re introducing this random guy to you and Taehyung’s shared friends doesn’t sit right with him. It used to be you and him, attending every get-together together. You always arrived hand in hand, all smiles and good vibes because nothing could stop the two of you from touching each other, from being attached at all times – from being in love.

“Jia didn’t mention anything about a new boyfriend,” Jimin mutters from next to Taehyung. The annoyed glare he shoots at his best friend causes Jimin to shrug innocently, “I mean – I think, of all people, she would know if ____ was seeing someone.”

Jia is a shared friend between you and Jimin. While Jia is one of your best friends, Jia and Jimin are more than friends but not quite enough to be considered a couple. They will get there eventually – Jimin just needs to get his head out of his own ass and ask the poor girl on a date instead of only showing up at her doorstep for some fun in bed. Jia is waiting patiently for him to make the next move but Jimin isn’t that smart when it comes to serious relationships.

“Don’t you have something else to do rather than talking my ear off about my ex and her date?”

The bitterness on Taehyung’s tongue feels odd but he can’t help it. He hasn’t seen you once in two years after you left that night and now you’re here, looking beautiful as ever with another man by your side.

Jealousy has never been something Taehyung cared much for. He never had a reason to but as you let your date wrap an arm around your waist to pull you closer, the jealousy washes away every rational thought he’s had since he saw you walk through the door.

Jimin mumbles something under his breath before he disappears from Taehyung’s side, leaving him to stand there while rolling the glass of whiskey in his hand, dark and glaring eyes shooting daggers at the man you brought along tonight.

However, it seems his glare from across the room also grazes you as you turn your head to look around. Taehyung’s breath hitches in his throat when your eyes meet his and he can tell you let out a gasp once you realize just who exactly you’re locking eyes with. Your date asks you if something’s wrong and you shake your head in response, telling him it’s nothing.

Taehyung’s body heats up with a familiar tingling feeling that feels all too normal and yet it’s a strange sensation. He hasn’t felt what he just felt in two years, the different women he’s slept with or been out with have never once caused warmth and excitement to spread through his entire body as the ones he just felt. Not a single woman has managed to trigger Taehyung’s interest in more than just a one-night-stand.

But, of course, it’s you.

Who else would light a fire in his soul but the same woman who blew it out a few years ago?

The irony almost makes Taehyung huff out an unimpressed chuckle. He fights it and pushes it back but it's no use as you decide to raise your hand and give him a small wave, a hesitant smile on your lips as you do. Taehyung lets the chuckle leave him, shaking his head in disbelief, watching your smile falter into a soft frown.

You left him.

You walked out of the door two years ago and dropped off earth’s surface until tonight. Taehyung only knew you were alive and well thanks to social media and your circle of shared friends, not that it was much help. His so-called friends weren't very cooperative every time he’d ask about you. Especially when he would visit Jimin and Jia would be there – that woman kept all the news about you behind locked lips whenever Taehyung was around.

So, when it really comes down to it, Taehyung has no idea what you've been doing for two years. All he knows is that you went overseas to live and work there, making the distance between you and him bigger than he’d expected when he watched you walk out of the home you once shared. Taehyung doesn’t understand why you bolted out of the country as soon as you could – what you went looking for, he doesn’t know. Probably no one knows – except for your parents maybe.

All Taehyung is hoping for is that he wasn’t the reason.

Thoughts like ‘how long have you been seeing this guy’ and ‘did you even think about me once while you were overseas, living a brand new life’ fill Taehyung’s head as he downs the rest of his drink. He steals one last glance at you, catching your eyes for a split-second before heading towards the kitchen of this penthouse apartment he currently finds himself in. He can feel your eyes on him as he slips his way through other guests but he keeps his own eyes focused on the whiskey bottle he spots on the kitchen island.

Once he reaches it, he uncaps it and pours himself another glass. He takes a swig of the brown liquor, sighing deeply as he feels the strong and burning sensation in his throat.

“Slow down there, tiger.”

Taehyung freezes in his spot, his glass of whiskey halfway to his lips to take another slurp when a familiar voice fills the kitchen. His chest tightens for a split-second before he turns around to face the person he’s been thinking about non-stop since she left.

You’re flashing a smile at him when he turns around, one that doesn’t really reach your eyes as your real smile would. He notices because he always notices. It’s one of the many things you can’t hide from him. No matter how much you try to plaster on a fake smile, he’ll always know when it’s real or not.

When he doesn’t reply to your teasing comment, you pull your lips into a thin line as you cautiously step closer.

He can’t stop staring at you.

When you left your shared home two years ago on the worst night of Taehyung’s life, he had no idea when he would see you again. Back then he had hoped you’d regret your choice of moving out and come back to him, tell him that you made a mistake, that not being with him was the only thing you couldn’t get yourself to do.

But it never happened – and two years passed.

“How have you been?” You ask, voice small and careful as if you’re afraid he’ll scream at you and throw all his pent up anger at you as the first thing.

Taehyung finally manages to take his eyes off you, shifting them to look at the glass of whiskey in his hand. He swirls the liquid around a few times before looking up again, a faint and slightly sad smile on his face.

“Okay,” he responds. “Given the circumstances, that is.”

He can tell that you know exactly what he means, the frown on your face giving it away. It makes a short chuckle leave his lips because it’s kind of comical how you haven’t seen each other in two years and the first time you meet again is at an engagement party – the type of party you were both so sure you’d throw sooner or later had it not been for the fact that the universe wanted it differently.

“You brought a date,” Taehyung breaks the silence hanging over you.

Your lips part in surprise. You did not expect your ex-boyfriend to ask about your date, but then again, you should’ve seen it coming.

“Uh, yeah, he’s–” you begin, not sure what or where to start. Taehyung watches you intently, curious to hear your response. You feel a strong urge to explain yourself to him, why you don’t know. “It’s nothing serious– it’s very new, so…”

“I see,” Taehyung hums and takes another sip of his whiskey, the alcohol still burning and strong on his tongue.

“Hey, about–,” you begin but the shake of Taehyung’s head causes you to stay quiet.

“We don’t have to do that,” he simply says. You frown deeply as he glances over your shoulder at your date. “I’m over it and it seems you are too.”

“But–”

“It’s good to see you again, ____.”

With that Taehyung grabs the half empty bottle of whiskey off the table and leaves the kitchen, a breath of relief escaping him. It’s gonna take a lot of alcohol to get through tonight with you being in the same room, so close yet so far – not his to touch or hold, the only thing that is his are the memories of doing exactly that in the past.

And nothing has ever left a more bitter taste in his mouth before.

As the party carries on, Taehyung has been drinking more whiskey. He’s not drunk per say but he’s definitely tipsy and it shows as he stands in a corner alongside Jimin and Namjoon. He’s not paying attention to their conversation, too busy watching you and your date mingling.

Taehyung is not much for admitting it but he’s been keeping an eye on your date all night, watching how he acts around you. He’s not afraid to touch you, that’s for sure, the constant placement of his hand on your lower back is a giveaway. However, he hasn’t seen the two of you kiss or anything of the sort ever since you arrived. It’s odd because, of all people, Taehyung knows that you’re not one to shy away from PDA. You were never big on it but you never despised it either.

“Tae, stop staring,” Jimin’s voice penetrates his focused thoughts. Taehyung tears his eyes from you to look at his best friend. Jimin gives him a look, one he can’t help but laugh at. Taehyung pushes himself up from his leaning position against the wall, standing to his full height. Jimin grabs his arm. “I’m serious, whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”

“Relax,” Taehyung smirks. “I’m just gonna introduce myself, that’s it.”

Namjoon shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink, “sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”

“Exactly,” Jimin pointedly agrees with him. “Don’t ruin it.”

Taehyung shrugs off Jimin’s hand, shooting his friends a glare, “I’m not gonna ruin anything.”

Before his friends can try and talk him out of it again, he wanders off towards you and your date – a dark-haired guy who seems friendly, boring even, and nothing like the type of guy Taehyung had imagined you’d go for.

You don’t notice Taehyung’s presence until he’s standing right next to you, offering a hand to your date. Your eyes widen in surprise, eyes shifting between your ex-boyfriend, his offered hand and your date for the night. You can’t help the small sliver of panic within your chest as you watch them interact.

“Hey man, I don’t think we’ve met before,” he greets him, “I’m Taehyung.”

“Jinyoung,” your date replies, giving Taehyung’s hand a weak shake without much thought. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Taehyung smirks, eyeing Jinyoung up and down for a moment, wondering where on earth you managed to run into this guy and why you thought of bringing him to your friends’ engagement party. The majority of the people here know you and once this guy isn’t part of your life anymore, you’ll spend your energy explaining why at the next event.

“Taehyung is, um…” You begin, turning to Jinyoung to provide some information as to why he would suddenly come over and introduce himself like this. “He’s my, uh–”

“Ex-boyfriend,” Taehyung finishes for you. He watches in satisfaction as Jinyoung’s eyes widen in surprise, the faint hints of intimidation evident in them. “We broke up two years ago.”

“Oh, well, I had no idea there was an… ex-boyfriend,” Jinyoung trails off, glancing at you in confusion.

Your attention, however, is aimed at Taehyung, “Tae, can we talk–”

“Did you know ____ fled the country after breaking up with me?” Taehyung lets out a sarcastic laugh, watching how Jinyoung almost squirms in discomfort. Bet he didn’t sign up for a meeting with the ex-boyfriend when he said yes to join you tonight. “Is that where she met you or?”

Your jaw tightens as you place a hand on Taehyung’s arm, catching his attention. He glances at your hand and then you, eyes meeting yours. He notices the desperation in them, the grip you have on his arm.

“Can I talk to you under four eyes? Now, please.”

He smiles at you, a tipsy smile but endearing nonetheless.

“Absolutely,” he tells you before glancing back at Jinyoung. “If you’ll excuse us for a moment.”

Jinyoung looks confused and awkward as Taehyung flashes him a fake smile before allowing himself to be dragged away by you. It isn’t until you’re in a secluded corner of your friends’ penthouse, you let go of his arm. Taehyung leans against the wall, a small smirk on his face as you stare at him for a moment before your face morphs into disbelief.

“What the hell was that all about?”

He shrugs, “I was just introducing myself.”

You let out a chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest, “oh, is that what it was? How silly of me to think you were trying to measure your dick with his!”

He huffs out a scoff, rolling his eyes, “oh, sweetheart, I don’t have to and you know it.”

Your mouth falls open at his cocky behavior. Whoever this man in front of you is, you don’t know him. He is not the man you broke up with two years ago, he’s not even a shadow of the man you were hopelessly in love with once.

Taehyung watches your expression fall as if realization hits you square in the face. His ego covers it up perfectly but it hurts seeing the realization on your face, his heart sinking to his stomach as he realizes himself what you just realized –neither of you are the same people you were two years ago. And for some reason that realization hurts more than he thought it would because change is supposed to be good, right?

“Maybe breaking up with you wasn’t a mistake after all,” you tell him, eyes filled with disappointment and hurt. Taehyung frowns as the words leave your lips. “You’re an asshole.”

“____, I–”

You shake your head before turning on your heel, heading back to Jinyoung who’s been watching the two of you with worried eyes. Taehyung catches Jinyoung’s gaze over your shoulder, the judgemental look he shoots at him bruising his ego. However, the sight of your hand slipping into Jinyoung’s bruises his heart as he watches you and your date bid the engaged couple goodbye before leaving the penthouse.

Hand in hand.

Loud knocking wakes Taehyung up the following morning. He squints an eye open, the bright light coming from the morning sun hitting him straight in the face. He lets out a low groan, dropping his head back into the softness of his pillows. He forgot to pull the curtains when he came home last night. It happens too often after a night out – a bad habit, really.

The knocking disappears for a moment before it returns, more persistent this time around. With a sigh, Taehyung gets himself out of bed, slipping on a t-shirt and sweatpants before sauntering towards his front door.

Who in the world could be rapping their knuckles on his door this early on a sunday morning?

He glances towards the kitchen, eyes squinting to read the red numbers on the oven. His eyebrows lift in surprise. It’s not morning anymore, it’s past noon and someone is very persistent on the other side of the door. Once he reaches the door, he sneaks a peek through the peephole, breath hitching in his throat when he realizes who’s on the other side. His forehead connects with the surface of the door as a low ‘fuck’ leaves his lips.

Inhaling sharply, he grabs the door handle and pulls the door open.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

Taehyung sees no point in greeting you first, the question flying from his mouth before he can process it properly. He’s surprised to see you on his doorstep after what happened at the engagement party last night. When he came home and plopped into his bed, he had been thinking about whether or not he should seek you out to talk things through. He never got the chance to think further about it before sleep overtook and pulled him under.

“We need to talk,” you tell him, pushing past him, shoulder bumping his.

Taehyung closes the door after you before following you further into his home. You stand by his bookshelf, several feet away from him. He watches you as you look around, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants to keep them from feeling restless.

“How do you know where I live?” He decides to ask after a moment of intense silence.

You turn to face him from your new spot by the big window, the view from it being of a park with endless rows of trees and bushes, the colors of them ranging from green to brown to orange to yellow.

“Jimin told me,” you tell him, “but that’s not important – what the hell was your problem last night?”

Taehyung shrugs, “nothing… I was just introducing myself.”

A sarcastic laugh escapes your pretty lips, a look of amusement on your face.

“Bullshit, Tae,” you protest. “We haven’t seen each other in two years and you pull a stunt like that? It’s not like you.”

He can’t help but scoff.

Not like him?

It’s not like him to spend two years watching women come and go in his home. It’s not like him to let the woman he loves leave him and not do shit about it for two years. It’s not like him to not care about love at all. It’s not like him to lose all faith and belief in the great love of his life but he did and it’s your fault. You made him what he is today. You up and left, leaving him because ‘things weren’t the way they used to be’. He accepted what you wanted because you were so certain that was what you wanted at the time. He shouldn’t have but he did because he loved you and he’d rather love you from a distance than keep you in a place that didn’t make you happy.

Blaming you isn’t right but it’s always easier to blame someone else than yourself.

“I pulled a stunt?” The anger that’s starting to boil within him laces within his voice as he moves closer. Your eyes are locked with his as he slowly moves across the room, nearing you. “You’re the one who brought a fucking date, _____! You knew I would be there and yet you thought ‘hey, let me bring a date and introduce him to everyone there while my ex is in the same fucking room’!”

You let out a frustrated groan.

“It’s been two years, Taehyung! For all I know, you could’ve brought someone too!”

The frustration is seeping through his veins as he steps closer, only a few feet from you at this point. You’re close and he can touch you if he just reaches his hands out to you but you’ve never felt farther away. Had he known two years ago that it would come to this, he wouldn’t have let you walk out of the door that night. He would’ve fought for you, told you that you would figure things out together. That he would do his utmost best to make you happy – no matter the sacrifices he would have to make.

“Do you know how fucking miserable I’ve been for the past two years? Do you know how many times I’ve asked about you only to get no answers from anyone?”

The guilt is evident on your face as he takes the risk and steps even closer. He can feel the warmth radiating off your body now, the close proximity doing nothing to calm his thundering heart.

“Have you ever, just for a second, thought about how fucking hard it’s been after you left and fled the fucking country?”

You let out a shaky breath, “I didn’t–”

Taehyung can’t fight the dry laugh leaving him, “I begged you to stay, ____. I was begging you but you left anyway and for what?”

He watches as you shrug helplessly, mouth opening and closing while you try to decipher what to say, how to explain. He would appreciate an explanation – ‘things aren’t the way they used to be’ isn’t enough anymore.

“I… I had some stuff I needed to figure out,” you mutter.

“We could’ve figured it out together!” He argues, hands thrown out in pure frustration.

The shake of your head has Taehyung frowning deeply. You look away, unable to watch the way his face falls as the words leave your lips, “I couldn’t love you the way you deserved. I had to leave. It was what was best for us back then–”

“No,” he mutters, voice soft and filled with sorrow, “you don’t get to decide what’s best for me.”

You feel him step back, taking his warmth with him. He sits down on the couch, running a hand through his hair as an exasperated sigh leaves his chest. You cross your arms over your chest; the act doing nothing to comfort yourself but doing enough to keep yourself warm after he removed himself from right in front of you.

Unsure, what to do, you sit down on the window pane, watching the man you used to be inseparable from. He looks tired and not because you forced him out of bed by knocking on his door. He looks like the past two years have been nothing but hell for him – and you believe it. Leaving him was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done but it was necessary in order to find yourself.

“I didn’t tell you everything,” you quietly tell him, eyes dropping to look at the wooden floor instead of him.

You feel his eyes on you, heavy and filled with longing, hurt and love.

“I knew you’d never let me go if I told you everything,” you continue when he stays silent. “I lost myself, Tae… And I knew as long as I wasn’t at peace with myself, I wouldn’t be able to love you the way you deserved.”

You take a chance and look up, your eyes meeting his in an instant. You feel your heart skip a beat, a pain so strong it’s almost unbearable shooting through your body. Taehyung’s eyes are glossy as he watches you make your way to where he sits on the couch. You kneel in front of him, your hands finding his in a weak attempt to comfort him but you know nothing could possibly remove the two years of pain and anger he’s been through.

He stays quiet, eyes skimming your face as you sit in front of him.

“Leaving you is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” you softly tell him and feel a tightness in your throat. You bite back the tears but your voice betrays you as you speak up again. “And while… While trying to figure my shit out, I realized that you and I–”

Taehyung’s hands engulf yours, fingers slipping through yours to intertwine them. Pain is etched onto his face as you sniffle, one of his hands reaching up to wipe away the one teardrop that managed to escape just now.

“I realized that you and I were the only thing in my life that actually made sense but it was too late.”

“Baby…” Taehyung begins, the nickname leaving him before he can think about it and the appropriateness of it.

You shake your head, “I left you, Tae. I left and, like you said, I fled the country like a coward when all I had to do was talk to the people around me and find another way.”

The tears won’t stop coming at this point and it’s then Taehyung realizes that it was never about him. It has always been about you and how you felt; not your feelings for him but for yourself. If only you had talked to him, reached out to him and asked for help – he would’ve stepped in and done whatever it would take to make you happy again.

“I’m really sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you,” you cry, the sheer realization of just how much unnecessary pain you’ve caused him seems like the worst thing you ever could’ve done. You hurt the man you love and now it’s hurting you – well-deserved one might say. “God, you must hate me so much.”

“No, hey,” Taehyung calls softly, cupping your face and wiping your tears away. You look up at him, tear-filled eyes meeting his glossy ones. He smiles at you through the build-up tears in his dark brown eyes. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”

“But–”

He shakes his head, “sure, I’m pissed at you for leaving. But I could never hate you, _____.”

The way he says it with such tenderness and softness makes your bottom lip quiver, fresh tears coming to the surface but it’s not an issue – Taehyung wipes them away with the pads of his thumbs, smiling softly at you. Why he’s comforting you rather than kicking you out of his home is a mystery to you, one you probably won’t ever solve. But you’ll take it, the feeling of his hands touching you again similar to the feeling of finally drinking water again after spending days in the desert. Or when you finally get to sleep after a really, really long and stressful day.

Comforting. Healing. Loving.

“I’m sorry,” you softly say, voice so quiet and soft as if the atmosphere would break into a million pieces if you spoke any louder. Your heart is beating hard, thundering at 110 miles per hour. Taehyung is leaning closer, a magnetic pull between him and you causing him to do so. It’s impossible to stay away, especially after you sat down in front of him.

Taehyung huffs out a soft chuckle, the air brushing your lips. He whispers, “stop apologizing.”

“Sorry,” you whisper, causing Taehyung to let another chuckle escape before softly, carefully pressing his lips to yours.

The world stops spinning and your heart stops beating for a second, the feeling of Taehyung’s lips on yours so familiar you might start crying again. It’s like returning home after years of chaotic traveling, the familiarity of it so comforting and perfect. You sigh deeply, melting against him, hands gripping his forearms as if to support yourself. Then a soft moan escapes you and Taehyung tilts his head to deepen the kiss, tongue brushing your bottom lip before slipping inside and touching yours, warm and wet and so addicting.

In need of more, you get up and push him back on the couch. He welcomes you onto his lap, pulling you closer, hands gripping your waist tightly, fingertips digging into your sides. The kisses you share are soft, passionate, and filled with words and affection you’ve kept inside for two years. Things you never got to say and affection you never got to show – all of it being poured into the kisses, deep and scorching hot.

Your arms lock around his neck, pulling him so close your noses are squishes together. He moans against your lips when your hips sink down on him, grinding against him. He feels himself grow harder, blood rushing to his cock in seconds as you continue your movements.

“Tae…” You whimper softly when his hands slide underneath your top, warm palms sliding over the expanse of your back, nails digging into your skin. “Need you– please…”

In reality, you’re not his to touch and kiss. You haven’t been for two years. When this weekend is over, you’ll both go back to your everyday lives, return to reality – realities where neither of you are in each other’s.

“What about Jinyoung?” Taehyung can’t help but ask, pulling away just enough to look you in the eyes.

“He went back home this morning,” you tell him, your words causing a sliver of hope to appear in Taehyung’s chest. You smile softly, fingers playing with the curly strands of black hair at the back of his neck. You shrug with a sigh, “he asked about us, I told him the truth. He left.”

“What truth?”

The question is careful but Taehyung needs to know.

“That I’m still in love with you,” you quietly admit.

If you can’t feel the harsh beating of Taehyung’s heart, you surely must be able to hear it. It’s pounding against his rib cage, making it hard for him to breathe as he stares at you. A million thoughts are running through his mind but the only thing he can focus on is the overwhelming urge to kiss you like the world is ending, worship you and make up for lost time.

“I don’t blame you if you can’t forgive me for what I did,” you softly say. “But I hope you’ll give me a chance to-“

Taehyung cuts you off by crashing his mouth to yours; desperate, needy, eager and rushed. A whimpering moan escapes you and travels into his mouth, goosebumps rising upon his skin at the pretty sound.

“I forgive you,” he says between kisses as he pushes your jacket off your shoulders. You help him get rid of it, lips never leaving his as you continue to kiss. You have two years to catch up on – two years equals a lot of kisses and a lot of making love. You inhale deeply when he pulls away, hand gripping your jaw to make you look at him. His eyes stare into yours, dark and filled with so many emotions you can barely keep track. “Don’t make me regret it.”

You shake your head, “I won’t. I promise.”

“Good,” he whispers before pulling you back in for more, unable to stop for long.

The next clothing items to go are your top and his t-shirt as you tug it up and over his head, throwing it to the floor along with your jacket. Taehyung lets out a breathless moan against your mouth when you slide your hands up his abdomen, fingertips brushing over his chest and nipples. He groans as your nails dig into his skin, hands tightly gripping onto your thighs in a wordless response.

“Lay down,” he tells you, voice raspy from making out.

With one last soft kiss to his lips, you do as told. You lay down on the couch, watching him as he gets up on his feet, getting rid of his sweatpants. His eyes roam your body, grazing your skin and curves, taking it all in while feeling a wave of memories washing over him. It brings a feeling he can’t quite pinpoint to his chest, heart tightening as you offer him a soft smile.

Home.

That’s what he feels.

He finally feels at home again after two years of feeling like he didn’t belong in this new apartment of his; an apartment he found a few months after you left. He couldn’t stand being in the one you used to share because it didn’t feel like a home anymore. It’s when you sit up on the couch, your hand reaching for his to bring him back to you, that he realizes that no place will ever feel like home unless you’re there.

You’re his home – he belongs with you.

And you belong with him.

“Come back to me,” you whisper softly when he crawls onto the couch, hovering over you. His eyes shift between yours, three words he hasn’t said out loud to anyone but you at the tip of his tongue. “Tae…–”

“I love you.”

Your words get trapped in your throat, heart beating wildly in your chest as the three magical words bring a new kind of warmth to your entire body.

“I love you too.”

The rest is a blur – the way he kisses you deeply and passionately like it’s the last time, the sound of your pretty moans reaching his ears like a melody he’ll never get tired of, the feeling of his hands on your body, caressing you, taking you in and remembering everything about you; every dip and curve of your body. Every uneven texture of your skin, every dimple and small spot that makes you you.

“You’re mine,” he rasps against your chest as he trails it with kisses, your bra no longer covering you, giving him free access to all of you. His lips brush your nipple, another delicate moan escaping your lips at the feeling. “You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?”

“Yes– Oh my god,” You gasp, surprise shooting through you as he wraps his lips around a nipple, sucking. Your back arches into him as one of his hands cups the other breast, squeezing and caressing it in the most caring way possible.

That’s the thing about Taehyung – he can be rough both verbally and physically but he knows how you like it and he never strays far away from it. He’ll caress your body and worship it like you’re a goddess while arousing you with his words, dirty words falling from his lips without a struggle. It’s the perfect mix of everything; the best of both worlds basically.

You whimper softly when he tugs at your nipple with his teeth before letting go, leaving it wet and swollen as he moves further down your naked body. Your legs spread automatically when he reaches your core, his mouth hovering above your heat as he glances up at you. A small smirk spreads across his face as he watches you run your hands over your stomach and all the way up to cup your own breasts. You bite your lip, eyes closed as you await his touch.

“Tell me, baby,” he hums, leaving a soft kiss on your hip bone. “Did you miss this?”

You hum in response, fingers pinching your nipples as you feel his breath on your core.

“Words,” he reminds you, “I need your words.”

Your eyes peep open to glance down at him, the sight of him between your legs, messy and curly hair and swollen, plump lips twisted into a teasing smirk enough to cause you to let out a soft moan.

“Yes,” you tell him, breathlessly. “I missed you, missed your touch– please, Tae…”

The sound of you begging for him to touch you causes a feeling of pride to fill his entire body, the smirk on his face turning into a grin. He hums in satisfaction, leaning down to press a soft, careful kiss to your folds. You whimper softly, the hints of whine following.

“I’ll be honest,” the air from his words brushes your soaked core, a shiver running through your body. His hands tighten around your thighs as he brings them over his shoulders to pull you closer to his face. “I missed having you like this, too.”

Before you can even think of a response to his confession, his mouth is on you. You gasp in surprise, hands reaching for him to grab his hair, the couch, his hand – anything. Taehyung offers one of his hands, locking it with yours. Your fingers slip between his, your grip tight as he eats you out, his tongue licking your folds. You’re whimpering above him, the feeling of his tongue flicking your clit over and over again before he sucks it causing your moans to become higher and more whiny as he works you closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” you cry, thighs trembling as you feel your orgasm coming. Taehyung keeps your legs spread open with his free hand, his grip on you so strong you’re unable to escape the overwhelming feeling of an orgasm. “Tae, I’m close– fuckfuckfuck–”

An immense wave of pleasure washes over you, a guttural moan leaving your pretty lips as you tumble over the edge, abdomen tightening as you come. Taehyung moans against you as he continues to help you through it, licking up your juices, the slurping noises lewd and explicit enough to bring a heat to your face.

You’re trying to catch your breath, a smile on your face as Taehyung crawls back up. You sigh deeply as he leans down and presses a row of kisses onto your jaw and cheek, one of his hands sliding up your thigh.

“You feeling okay?” He asks, face inches from yours as his eyes meet yours.

You nod, smiling, “I feel great.”

He smiles softly as he leans down, connecting his mouth with yours. You’re able to taste yourself on his tongue as it brushes yours, the taste arousing and dirty but so hot, you might lose your mind.

“Wanna be inside you,” he groans as he grinds against you, the only thing keeping him from slipping inside being his boxers. His cock twitches in its confinements, eager to be let free, eager to be buried deeply within your warmth. “Wanna make love to you, baby– show you how much I’ve missed you…”

“Do it, Tae,” you urge him on, hands reaching for the waistband of his boxers, “show me.”

With his help, you manage to free his hard cock, his boxers ending up on the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes. Your hand wraps around his length, a soft groan escaping his lips as he drops his head to your shoulder. You pump him a few times before guiding the tip to your entrance, softly gasping when you feel it nested between your folds.

Taehyung takes over, replacing your hand with his own. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer, lips catching his in a kiss. He takes this as his chance to slip inside, pushing against your entrance until he’s past your folds. You both moan against each other’s mouth as he sinks inside, the length and girth of him stretching you out. He moves slowly, sliding further inside inch after inch, carefully.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans once he bottoms out, every inch of him engulfed by your warm walls. His breathing is ragged as he stays still for a moment. “I’ll never get used to this.”

You smile at his comment, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Well, you better,” you tell him. “Because this time it’s forever.”

His heart skips a beat in his chest before he huffs out a strained laugh, the feeling of your walls tightening around him making it difficult for him to get words out.

“Is that a challenge or a promise?”

You shrug and smirks playfully, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth, “a challenging promise.”

He scoffs in amusement but doesn’t say anything in return. Instead he pulls out, leaving just the tip inside before thrusting back inside of you, hard and precise. The action leaves you gasping, back arching as he hits a sweet spot within you. He continues the action, pulling out and thrusting back in over and over again, fucking you hard but slow, his shaft brushing against your clit for every thrust.

“Fuck– feels good,” you whimper as he hooks a hand underneath your leg to change the angle of his thrusts. Your mouth falls open as he slides in even deeper, his tip hitting that sweet spot repeatedly.

“Yeah?” He watches you nod, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you suppress a moan. “Did he ever have you like this, huh? Did he ever make you feel like this?”

Taehyung knows expecting you to not have been with anyone since you broke up is a long stretch. The only thing that bothers him is if you’ve been with the one man he met and talked to last night. The thought of you and him together brings a bitter taste to his mouth and he just needs you to deny it.

The sudden possessive tone of his words has your heart beating faster. He doesn’t have to mention any name for you to know who he’s referring to. Like you said when you first talked to Taehyung at the party, you and Jinyoung’s relationship was nothing serious, very new and not intimate at all. You had barely kissed him properly – something held you back every time it would take a turn into something more.

The look in Taehyung’s eyes tells you he needs to know. He needs to know if you ever gave that part of yourself to Jinyoung.

“No,” you tell him, keeping eye contact as you answer him, hoping it’ll give him the peace of mind that he needs. Taehyung’s face softens as he lets his forehead drop to yours, his breath clashing against your face. You cup his face, thumbs brushing over his jawline where faint stubble is starting to appear. “He didn’t.”

The relief that runs through Taehyung’s body is evident in his kiss as he connects his mouth with yours, his free hand reaching up to grab one of yours. He intertwines your hands, bringing it above your head as he returns to the task at hand – getting you both to the edge.

The constant touch of his tip to a certain spot within you has you reaching another orgasm faster than you’re prepared for. It washes over you in huge waves, running through your body with such force your walls tighten around him. Taehyung moans deeply, his thrusts becoming uneven as he, too, reaches his high. Soft words of encouragement reach his ear as he drops his head to your shoulder. Your fingers slide into his thick, black hair while your other hand tightens its grip around his.

He lowly groans as he stills within you, spurts of hot and white cum painting your walls as he comes, “shit–”

Hours later you’re watching Taehyung’s fingers play with yours as he holds your hand up in the air, both of you watching it as a comfortable silence surrounds you. It’s nice – to be cuddled up with him again after so long. You didn’t realize just how much you had missed him until you saw him last night. But despite the blissful atmosphere, there’s still an underlying tension of something that you need to talk about. Whether it’s your guilt for leaving or his regret for not fighting more is unknown.

“I wish I could go back in time,” you suddenly break the silence.

“Why do you say that?”

Taehyung brings your hand down, intertwining them instead as he leaves them to lay on top of the blanket covering your naked bodies. You continue to stare at your intertwined hands, wondering how it’s possible to match so perfectly with someone only for you to leave for two years despite them being where you belong.

“I wish I could go back and do it differently.”

Taehyung stays quiet for a moment before speaking up, “you can’t change the past, baby.”

His voice is delicate and soft, comforting.

“I know,” you sigh. “I just hate that I caused you so much pain. It was unnecessary and uncalled for. I should’ve just talked to you about it instead.”

“I think a lot of things could’ve been avoided if we had just talked about it but like I said… You can’t change the past,” he carefully grabs your chin to make you look at him. “Besides, we found our way back, right? We got a second chance at this, at us. Let’s make the best of it, yeah?”

A smile spreads across your face as you lean up and kiss him, the kiss soft yet deep and filled with the things you still haven’t said; apologies, I love you’s, promises and everything in between.

Taehyung sighs deeply against your lips, cupping your face, “I missed kissing you.”

You can’t help but grin against his mouth, “keep doing it then.”

“Oh, I’m planning on it,” he tells you, a squeal escaping you as he rolls over, trapping you beneath him. He dips down and kisses you again, this time with more force and eagerness.

That great love in life that everyone keeps talking about is really not worth much if it’s not with the right person. Taehyung used to believe that there was only one true love for everyone. Two years ago, he lost all belief in that. There was no point in looking for that great, true love because he already had it and he lost it. And even if there is more than one true love for everyone, he wouldn’t want it if it’s not you.

It seems his beliefs have been restored.

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lost-girl-2021 · 1 year

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OMG, OMG, OMG

I apsolutly loved your Metkayina!Spider Human/Modern AU headcanons, like it gave me my daly dose of serotonin.

Can you maybe bless us with some more if it's not a problem?

I’m glad you enjoy my random ranblings lol! Here’re some more thoughts on Metkayina/Adopted! Spider. This first part is Modern!AU Foster Kid! Spider, I’ll upload a second part soon that’s post-battle on Pandora.

Spider doesn’t really know how to manage his hair at all. (In my Modern AU’s, Spider has hair kinda like Olan Prenatt (Mid 90s movie). Long, blond, and curly. He likes long hair, but doesn’t really know how to take care of it properly/doesn’t like ‘wasting time’ on hair care when he could be doing other things. As a result, he usually has a kind of frizzy mess, especially when he first wakes up.

I think he’d be too embarrassed to ask for help when he first starts living with them, but I aslo think that either Aounung or Ronal would offer him help at some point. Like, Aounung sees him using 3-in-1 Shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, and has a mini stroke. I think Aounung would be a lot more forceful/straight about it when talking to Spider. Something like “Dude, that shit you call hair care makes me want to shave your head. Sit down, we’re fixing this mess.”

Spider kind of just does his own thing most of the time when he starts living with them. Like, his past few foster homes were trash, to say the least. Maybe at the last place, if he wasn’t home by eleven, they’d just lock him out. Not even to be mean, but because they didn’t bother checking that he was even there. He’s used to taking care of himself, probably independent to a fault after so long basically alone.

A month or so after living with Ronal and Tonowari, he’s invited to the skatepark by a boy in his math class. It’s nearby the school, so he just texts his foster siblings that he doesn’t need a ride hime and they skate there after class. He hasn’t been to an actual skatepark in over a year, since his last placement didn’t have any nearby. They have fun, show each other tricks, and barely even notice the setting sun. Eventually, Spider’s classmate has to get home for dinner, but Spider stays a little longer. There are streetlights and he’s got the whole place to himself. Eventually, after a nasty fall ending in a possibly broken finger, he skates home. His phone died hours before that, but he hadn’t even noticed.

By the time he walks in the door, they’re about to call the police and his social worker and Tsireya looks like she’s about to cry. He’s bombarded with frantic worry, Ronal looking over his swelling hand with a deep frown, and he just doesn’t understand what’s wrong.

“I told Tsierya and Aounung I’d find my own way home.” He said in confusion, letting his foster mother usher him into a seat next to the kitchen table while Aounung gets the first aid kit. It was really aching down, pulsing with his heartbeat.

“Spider, it’s nearly eleven o’clock.” Tonowari rumbled. “We had no idea where you were.”

“I was just at the skatepark. I wasn’t doing anything bad.”

Tsireya sighed. “We thought you were hurt— you are hurt.”

“I just fell bad. It’s fine.”

It takes Aounung screaming at him that they were worried for him to start to understand. After that, he had to adjust to people . . . caring. Noticing him. He’s being noticed. It’s an alien thing.

Aounung is definitely a big brother to Spider, even if there's barely an age gap between them. They're literally in the same grade, but Aounung makes it clear to everyone that Spider is the younger one.

Someone makes fun of Spider? Aounung is about to start a fight in the middle of passing period. How dare someone mess with his little brother? Aounung, captain of the swim team, (nearly) straight-A student, is about to risk suspension to deck a freshman. Everyone thought he was overprotective of Tsierya? She understands her worth and knows how to kick ass. Spider? He's just a little guy with self-esteem issues. He does his kick-flips and needs help with his homework. He's oblivious to half the insults sent his way, so Aounung needs to be doubly aware of all of it.

This is all I have for the modern AU rn, but next up is post-battle!

#spider avatar #miles spider socorro #atwow spider #avatar way of water #spider #avatar fanfiction #avatar #atwow fanfiction #atwow

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loveandmurders · 1 year

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Ok ok ok so random thought as I’m watching house of wax. So briefly Jonesy (the dog) is shown in Vincent’s workshop and other places around the movie. She’s the family dog so I just had this thought: What if Puppy! Jonesy was given to sister! reader as a present when she was a child, before Bo accidentally pushed her and she got sent away? What if when reader comes back to Ambrose, Jonesy recognizes her first and immediately starts following reader around and being super affectionate and protective towards her, while defensive and ready to bite anyone else. And that’s how the bros realize it’s their baby sister? Maybe you could make this into a fic or something I just think it’s cute 🥺💜

Hello there! I have to admit that I've got a loooot of requests to post (and that I'm super late), but I was just so excited about this one!! I really loved this idea, and I so wanted to write an alternative version of Missing Piece of Ambrose, so it's perfect.

I got carried away and I wrote 3 parts for this.

For the people who don't know yet, I'm creating baby sister!Sinclair AUs (reader insert). One is about baby sister who grew up with her brothers, the other one is about her being separated from them when they were still children. You can find all of this in my way too long Masterlist here.

Anyways, I really hope you'll enjoy this because I loved writing for this a lot. Thanks a lot for this request. <3 <3

JONESY KNOWS (Part I)

Warnings: Female reader but no physical description, mention of physical pain, of blood, of killing, Bo being upset, Vincent attacking you (but not hurting you), Jonesy being the best dog ever

Here you were, in the middle of nowhere, because some idiot, at the last station service you went to, gave you a wrong direction. You were supposed to find yourself on a national road, but you were actually on a very small and desertic one. The sun was hot and you didn’t have any water left. You also drove on an obstacle you didn’t see because of the bright light, which bursted three tires. And because you clearly were out of luck, there was no connection where you were. You were tired, you just wanted to arrive at your hotel and start your holidays. For now, it was looking a lot like the beginning of a Wrong Turn movie, and you hated it.

You remembered that you saw a sign for a town called Ambrose a few miles ago. The sign had clearly seen better days, but maybe the place still existed. You decided to walk, because there was nothing else you could do. You hoped your knee wasn’t going to let you down though. Because of some accident that happened to you when you were still a child, your knee was often hurting you. You had no memory of what happened and your adoptive parents never wished to speak about it. You weren’t too curious about it either, you just thought that you used to be a very adventurous child and that you must have fallen from a tree or something like that. You had always loved to climb on things, so you wouldn’t be too surprised you hurt yourself like that.

You sighed as you started to walk on the dusty road. You could already hear your mother tell you that really, you shouldn’t have left on your own, that it was dangerous, that actually, you should have stayed home. You could hear her concern when you would finally be able to call her and let her know that you weren’t at your hotel yet. You thought you really needed to call her or text her soon or she was going to call the cops. Your adoptive parents had always been overprotective with you, as if they always were worried something could happen to you. Or maybe they were like this because your adoptive brother never let them dote on him that way. You weren’t too close to him, especially because he was often away for work, but you enjoyed chatting with him from time to time. He was the one who gave you the idea to visit the South of the country, and you weren’t too sure why it upsetted your parents that much. You swore you even heard them argue with your brother after that. But you were happy to be away from them for a couple of days. You liked being on your own for once… You just wished you weren’t lost in the middle of nowhere with no working car or phone.

After a few moments of walking, you heard a truck coming your way. You weren’t too sure what to do, so you put your thumb up and prayed for the person to stop. You found yourself in front of a young man, with a very bright smile. His window was down so you truly were face to face with him.

“What’s up?” he asked you with a very strong southern accent.

“My car let me down. I was walking toward that town.. Hmm… Ambrose I think it’s called. I was hoping someone could help me” you explained to the man who seemed very attentive to what you were saying.

“Oh yeah, my bro’ll fix ya up” he promised and your eyes lit up

“Really? He’s a mech?” you asked and the man nodded

“Can drive ya there, if ya want” he offered.

You didn’t have the habit of trusting men that easily. After all, you were a girl, and you knew that anything could happen to you. But you always had a small switchblade on you, just in case. You had never been afraid to stab anyone if it meant protecting you. Your parents were both relieved and worried about it. You weren’t too sure why. In fact, whenever you were trying very hard to remember about your biological family, you could only think of blood. It was quite strange. And that was why you never tried to find them again.

“You sure you’d do that for me?” you asked the driver and he nodded. “Well, thank you, it’s very nice of you” you smiled as you climbed into his truck. “I’m Y/N by the way” you introduced yourself

“Lester” he replied “It’s nice havin’ someone polite ‘round for once” he commented and you raised an eyebrow

“You’re used to people not being too nice around?” you asked

“Yeah. We've often lost tourists here, and they'll are so rude, ya know. Always happy to see them gone” Lester explained and you nodded in understanding

“People suck” you agreed.

You turned your head and you noticed the dead animals in the back of his truck. Even though you never saw this man or this truck before, there was something oddly familiar about them, about the scent, about the sound of his voice, about his presence.

“Roadkills?” you asked without even realising it

“Yep. Ya’re from the countryside?” he asked you back

“No, just figured.” you replied “You live at Ambrose?” you asked, just to do the conversation

“Nah. My brothers do, but wanted to live out of town” Lester explained and you hummed. You could understand a need to be independent from your family “And ya, where ya comin' from?” he asked back

“From far away” you chuckled. “I seem to be a lost tourist too. I don’t understand how confusing those roads are” you groaned

“Oh yeah and no connection, even for GPS” Lester nodded, thinking that it was thanks to this that his family could do their dark business.

In a few instants, you arrived in Ambrose. You watched around, and for a moment you forgot about everything else. You knew this place. You were pretty certain you already went there. You also were positive you dreamt about this town. Especially the house, at the end of the road. You recognise a museum in the distance, and the streets. It seemed quite empty though. Emptier than in your dreams. You shook your head, you were probably imagining things because of the heat. There was no reason for you to know this place.

“Ya good?” Lester asked and you smiled at him

“Oh yeah, sorry. I think the sun is starting to make me dizzy” you said and he hummed.

Lester was a little bit sad his brothers might kill you because you were really nice and soft. And because you had the same name as her. Of course Vincent would really love to work on you because you were so pretty and you would suit very well in the House of Wax, but it would be a waste.

A man appeared from the mechanic shop, and you couldn’t deny that he was quite good looking. The way he sent his brother a little grin struck you. You knew that smile. His eyes were soon on you and you left the truck.

“Thank you, Lester. You really saved me there” you smiled and Lester shrugged

“All the pleasure’s mine” he chuckled and you missed the little pleading glance he sent his brother, silently asking him to let you go unharmed. Bo didn’t show anything. Lester left and you were now alone with this other man. There was something about him that you found unsettling, and you only relaxed a little when your hand reached for the blade hidden in your shorts pocket. You politely greeted him and introduced yourself before explaining your problem to him.

“Call me Bo” he smirked “We can go fetch your car and bring it back here. Ya think it’s just your tyres?” he asked

“Think so. Don’t have anything to change them or any puncture sealant spray on me…” you really wanted to facepalm yourself for being so unprepared

“It’s fine. I’ll do a little check up too though” he said and you didn’t have the energy to ask him if he was going to scam you. “Come with me” he said and he was about to guide you to his own truck when a little dog barked, startling the two of you, and ran straight to you.

You didn’t move an inch because you were a little bit scared. You weren’t afraid of dogs per say, but having one you didn’t know, wildly running to you, was a little bit impressive and unsettling. Bo was about to reach for the dog, thinking she was running to him, but she never changed her direction. She stopped right in front of you, sniffed you before happily barking and greeted you excitedly. You were a little bit surprised and when you took a look at Bo, he clearly was as confused as you were. You knelt down to pet the dog and she started to lick at your face. She made you fall on your ass and settled in between your legs to lick at your cheeks even more, almost climbing on you. You let out a surprised laugh and you finally gently pushed her away. You petted her and she continued to bark and to be all happy and giddy. It was as if you were a member of her family she hadn’t seen in weeks and that you were finally back, so she was greeting you home.

“Jonesy, what the fuck ya doin’, girl?” Bo grumbled at the dog, completely at loss.

She usually was very afraid of strangers, mostly because they took away her owner when they both were a puppy and a young child. She had never fully recovered from this loss, and the three brothers neither. But she wasn’t afraid of you at all, on the contrary, which was very strange.

“Is she always like that?” you asked Bo as you continued to stroke her head and he looked up at you

“No idea what’s goin’ on” he admitted, watching the scene without a smile. He was thinking that if his baby sister had never been sent away, it was probably that way Jonesy would greet her every day. But what did he know, he had never been able to find his little ray of sunshine after the social care took her away.

“Maybe she confused me with her owner?” you asked and you saw a flash of pain going through Bo’s eyes.

You clearly had touched a sensitive point without knowing. He looked away for an instant before coming closer and helping you on your feet. He needed this to stop because it was sincerely breaking his heart. He was thinking enough about his lost sister without having to endure such a scene.

“Yeah, maybe” he simply replied. “Go to bed, Jonesy.” he told her but instead of obeying she sat down at your feet and looked up at you with love shining in her eyes.

You giggled and Bo was about to ask her to leave again, when the moment was soon cut short by a loud group of people coming by. They clearly were arguing with each other, and they were in a bad state. They were dusty and some of them were hurt. They were in a very bad mood and Jonesy instantly got up and was ready to protect you. You shushed her as Bo walked to the group. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but it was obvious that they had a car accident and needed help. But they weren’t asking nicely. You remembered what Lester said about rude people coming by and you took comfort in Jonesy’s presence. You knelt down and cuddled with her as you both watched the scene. The group and Bo came closer. You hated the way they looked at you.

“Need to take care of them first” Bo told you and you nodded in understanding

“Is there a hotel here or somewhere I could stay at? I’m quite tired and thirsty” you said

“Nowhere, no. But ya see the house at the end of the road, it’s mine and my brother’s. Go there and help yourself.” he offered.

You were quite stunned that the man offered you to stay at his place. The coldness in his eyes made you feel something was off. You swore it felt like it was a trap and you really didn’t want to go there, but you had nowhere to go.

“Thank you, it’s nice of you” you finally said and you started to leave.

“Jonesy, come with me” Bo called for her but the dog clearly had no intention in obeying him today. She happily walked by your side, and you felt better knowing she was going to be with you. You heard Bo curse and it almost made you laugh.

Soon enough you weren’t hearing the group anymore and you arrived at the house. You knocked before entering. You didn’t know if Bo’s brother was here or not, so you didn’t want to look like you were a thief or something like that. The situation was weird enough. You waited for a few instants, before entering.

The house seemed empty. You went straight to the kitchen, without realising that you knew where it was, and found some iced lemonade in the fridge. As you were looking for a glass in the cupboards, you barely registered the sounds of quiet footsteps coming close by. You jumped when Jonesy started to loudly bark at the newcomer. The first thing you noticed was his long hair hiding his face, and the second thing was that he was holding a knife. You were quick to grab yours and to open it, ready to fight. Jonesy never stopped barking at the man and even started to growl and show her teeth at him. It seemed to absolutely surprise him, and he even let his arm down, as he tilted his head and looked down at her. He stepped back and Jonesy seemed to calm down. She came closer to you, acting like a real guard dog. You never stopped watching the man and you saw that his skin was unnaturally smooth. Actually, you understood that he was wearing a mask. His attention was soon back on you. But his body language was different. He wasn’t ready to attack you anymore, he was watching you with interest and curiosity. His eye moved down your body and the way you were still holding your own knife, ready to defend yourself.

He finally put his knife on the ground and raised his hands in front of him to show you that he wasn’t going to hurt you. You licked your dry lips and calmed down. You put your blade away.

“I guess your Bo’s brother” you asked and the man nodded “He told me to come here to have a drink, that’s all. I’m not here to rob you or anything.” you said and he nodded again. You wondered if he was mute. “He is with another group right now” you informed him and the man looked at the window before his attention went back on you once again. He pointed at Jonesy. “Oh yes, your dog seems to love me very much since the moment she saw me” you said and you stroked her “Hey baby, calm down now” you cooed at her and it seemed to do the trick as she laid down at your feet right away.

Before you could register it, the masked man was in front of you and he cupped your face in his big hands. He was looking for your eyes, completely thrilled. You tried to push him away and Jonesy barked at him again. He instantly let you go, but you saw that he didn’t mean to scare you or hurt you. He raised his hands in front of him again. He really seemed excited now.

He carefully moved past you and opened the right cupboard and handed you a glass. You thanked him, a little bit apprehensive before pouring yourself a glass of lemonade. You didn’t ask if he wanted one too, because it would mean removing his mask and you could tell the man wouldn’t want that. You never stopped eyeing him and he stepped back. You grew uncomfortable at the intensity of his staring, but there was something about this place.

You looked around and you realised you could tell where every room was in this house. Which was strange because you have never been there before. You nibbled on your bottom lip, sipping at your beverage. You were wondering if the sun hit you so hard that you were hallucinating. Actually, you were even thinking that you might be dreaming.

You heard the front door being opened. Lester entered the house, a frown on his face. He had seen that Bo was with another group and he hoped you were fine. He came back for you, to ask his brothers to let you go. There was something about you, he just couldn’t shake it off.

“Vincent?” he called for his brother, not seeing him yet “Look, there’s a girl here, and she’s nice, and she has her eyes, and her name, and her smile, so maybe don’t kill her…” he trailed off as he saw the three of you in the kitchen “Oh hi” he awkwardly said, moving a hand behind his neck.

So the men here really had the intention of killing you. Great. You would need to find a way to get out of here as fast as possible. Maybe you could steal a car from there, grab your stuff from your own car, and drive right to the police.

You saw Lester kneeling in front of Jonesy “Hello girl, come say hi?” he asked and usually Jonesy would jump on him but she didn’t budge an inch from where you were. She looked up at you before wrapping her tail around your ankle and resting her chin on the floor. If you weren’t moving, neither was she. Lester looked back at you.

“Oh.” he whispered and he started to tear up. “Ya’re her” he brightly smiled and you raised an eyebrow

“Okay, I’ve no freaking idea what’s going on in here” you grumbled

“Ya’re our sister” Lester whispered and you watched him as if a third arm just grew up on him

“What?”

“Ya’re finally back home. We thought we’d lost ya forever.”

You saw Vincent taking his knife back and leaving the house. He was walking straight to the group and you could tell he was going to help Bo to quickly kill them all. It didn’t seem part of the plan; it was what Bo’s body language told you when he noticed his brother coming closer.

“I’m not your sister” you said, as your eyes were still on the window, thinking that you clearly walked into a town full of insane people or that it was a dream.

“Jonesy knows. Everythin’ll be alright now” Lester happily hummed and your eyes went back on him: you knew you weren’t going to leave Ambrose that easily.

PART II

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kissagii · 2 years

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Hcs For Rengoku and Giyuu with a Male S/o

of course! tysm for the request <3

fem and fem-aligned readers please dni

worlds most supportive boyfriend

gets excited when he sees you excited

loves when you tell him about your interests

also loves when you ask about his

please give him forehead kisses

he also requires hugs 24/7

likes to have his arm around you when you're walking together

he doesn't care if people stare, he loves his s/o and nothing will change that

but if you're not a fan of pda he will totally stop

because he is a respectful boy and wants to make you happy

expect lots of random compliments and kisses

like you'll just be doing something, minding your own business

and then he appears out of thin air (not really but still)

"you look very handsome today, y/n!"

then he gives you a hug and kiss and just starts chatting like he didn't just show up unexpectedly

loves spending time with you

even if you're just doing random daily tasks

or watching a movie but not really paying attention

he lives for those simple conversations about whatever comes to mind

also whispering sweet nothings while laying on the couch together, half asleep and relaxing after a long day

he hates all pda except for intertwining your little fingers

picnic dates (probably in a forest in the middle of nowhere)

stargazing with his head on your chest because he likes the sound of your heartbeat

also because you can play with his hair

he isn't super touchy so he doesn't kiss you super often

but when he does he puts his heart and soul into it

it doesn't show often, but he's got a passionate side

and if he wants to say nice things to you, he'll do it plainly

"i love you with my whole heart, y/n" he'll murmur while he leans against your shoulder

then he gets a little flustered when you return the sentiment

#{🐌 - snails}#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x male reader #kny x reader #kny x male reader #rengoku kyojuro #giyuu tomioka #rengoku x reader #giyuu x reader #rengoku x male reader #giyuu x male reader #kny giyuu #kny rengoku #kyojuro rengoku #tomioka giyuu #tomioka x reader #kyojuro x reader

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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No Laughing Matter

Winter Whumperland: Day 3. Public Whump

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd, f!reader

Summary: Ever since the Dagger Mission, hanging out with your boyfriend's teammates has been a lot of fun. Until one night when a drunken Jake takes things too far and everyone discovers that there is more to Bob than anyone anticipated.

Word Count: 1914

TW: Public Embarrassment, Punch, Drunken Comment

Make Me Forget (Part Two)

Things had been different between the squad members since the Dagger mission. The tension and slight aggression you always felt between the Naval aviators seemed to have dissipated and everyone had been getting along as if they had been old friends for years instead of new team members or rivals just a few weeks before.

It made going to the Hard Deck with Bob more enjoyable. The first few times you visited your boyfriend there, the two of you spent most of the time alone in the back corner of the bar, practically hiding from his teammates. Now, you sat in the middle of the fun, surrounded by people Bob considered friends. And they had all welcomed you with open arms despite the fact you were a civilian.

Phoenix and you had bonded instantly, much to Bob’s delight, and it eased some of your worries knowing she was the one flying with Bob. Rooster had been one of the first to try and include you with everyone else and he always seemed like such a warm presence in the group. Fanboy constantly tried in vain to stump you with random movie trivia questions while Payback laughed at his frustration every time you answered correctly. Coyote offered to teach you how to play darts but after you accidentally impaled him, it was decided that maybe darts wasn’t for you.

And then there was Jake. For some reason, you just had trouble calling the man Hangman but he didn’t mind. He said he loved the sound of his name on your tongue. And that was part of the problem. Jake liked to flirt with you. A lot. It was all harmless and you never took it too seriously, but sometimes you did catch a certain look in his eye that made you think that maybe it wasn’t all that harmless after all. Not that his little pet names for you or his jokes about being in the wings if you ever changed your mind about Bob bothered you, but sometimes you wondered how serious he really was.

Though when at the Hard Deck, he was usually too preoccupied with other women to pay you much mind. When he returned from the Dagger mission, Jake did not want for attention from the female patrons. Once they heard that he had been the “savior” on the mission, rescuing two of his fellow pilots from certain death, they flocked to him like flies to honey.

None of the other aviators who were actually part of the mission really minded that all of the attention was focused on their friend instead of them. They just enjoyed watching Jake’s antics.

However, it had now been close to a month since the mission and things were changing. Jake had been playing the hero card for a while now, but it was slowly losing some of its power as the summer season at the bar began winding down and he was left with mostly the regulars to try and impress. However, there were only so many times they could hear about his rescue of Maverick and Rooster before the stares of astonishment and awe turned to eyerolls of “here we go again”.

And tonight seemed like a particularly bad night for Jake. You had noticed him trying to talk to a group of three or four women when you first walked in, though you hadn’t paid much attention. That is until about ten minutes after you sat down with Bob by the pool table, when the women all burst out laughing. All eyes in your group of friends went to Jake, whose face was a deep red as the women all turned to each other as they continued to laugh. Then you all watched as they grabbed their belongings and walked out of the bar.

Jake’s eyes shifted towards the pool table where everyone was still staring at him, and his face grew even redder. He quickly turned and stormed off to the bathroom.

None of you had been able to hear what had been said, but it was clear the women had been laughing at Jake. And when he finally exited the bathroom ten minutes later and stalked over to the group, everyone tried to pretend they hadn’t noticed anything had happened but the weird tension around the table made it clear they knew.

For the next hour, Jake sulked against the wall, downing drink after drink as everyone tried to keep their distance. Fanboy and Payback challenged Rooster and Bob to a game of pool while you and Phoenix chatted at your table, sometimes joined by Bob when someone else was taking their shot.

As Fanboy was taking his turn, you were telling Bob and Phenix an embarrassing story about something one of your coworkers had done earlier at work. As you got to the funny part, all three of you began to chuckle amongst yourselves.

“Something funny over there, Floyd?”

The group grew quiet as Jake pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps towards your table. You hadn’t seen Jake use that tone since before the mission. He had softened since then, still overly cocky and slightly arrogant, but not harsh or mean. Not like this. You exchanged a look with Phoenix which confirmed you weren’t the only one who noticed this shift in Jake’s behavior.

Bob straightened up from where he had been leaning on the table and looked at Jake. “No, we were just talking.”

“Yeah, I could hear that.” Jake’s eyes narrowed. His words seemed slightly slurred and there was no doubt he was drunk. “Seems like your girl there said something pretty funny. Care to share?”

You didn’t like being referred to as “your girl” but as you opened your mouth to say something, Bob placed his hand on your knee. His eyes were still locked on Jake, but you knew what he was trying to tell you. Stay out of this.

“Not much to share. She was just telling us something that happened at work.” Bob took a few steps towards the pool table. “I think it’s my turn.”

But as he reached for the cue that Fanboy offered him, Jake blocked him, his body only inches from Bob’s.

“You think you’re so much better than the rest of us because you have someone waiting for you when you go home at night. But don’t get too confident, she’ll wise up soon enough and move on to someone more on her level.” Jake glanced at you and winked before turning back to Bob with a smirk. “What a girl like her thinks she sees in you, I’ll never know.”

You tried to jump to your feet, but Phoenix dragged you back down. Leaning close, she muttered, “Don’t make this worse. He’s drunk and he’s embarrassed and those are not a good combination. Bob can handle himself.”

Bob took a deep breath and then said, “Listen, Bagman, I’m sorry if you can’t find someone who wants to put up with your bullshit, but I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak about my girlfriend or my relationship like that.”

Your heart fluttered slightly. Of course Bob would ignore the fact that all of Jake’s insults were actually aimed at him and defend you instead.

Coyote placed a hand on Jake’s arm as he tried to get his friend to step away from the situation, but Jake yanked his arm free and took a step closer to Bob. Leaning in until his face was inches from Bob’s, Jake gave him a cocky grin. “One night, Bobbo. Just one night with me is all it would take for her to forget your name.”

Rooster had silently joined your table, and it took both he and Phoenix to keep you from leaping out of your seat and storming up to Jake. Yet, as fuming mad as you were, Bob seemed just as calm as usual.

He gave Jake a small half-smile. “Good luck with that, Jake.” Then he took a few steps back, signaling the end of the conversation.

You weren’t sure what tipped Jake over the edge. Whether it was the fact that Bob hadn’t seemed even the slightest bit rattled by anything he had said or if Bob’s comment and dismissal of Jake hit some nerve. Maybe it was even the fact Bob had called him by his real name. But the next thing you knew, Jake had wound back his fist and threw a punch.

What happened next was so fast that it took you a minute to process that it had even happened. One second, Jake was swinging his arm wildly, his fist aimed directly at Bob’s head. And the next second, Bob effortlessly ducked under the incoming limb and drove his fist directly into Jake’s solar plexus. Jake’s eyes bulged as he crumpled to the ground with a loud groan.

The bar fell completely silent save for Jake’s gasps for air. Bob’s eyes flickered around the room quickly before he gave everyone a tight-lipped smile and a small nod. Then he walked back over to your table and picked up his drink, oblivious to your slack-jawed staring.

Rooster was the first one to regain his senses. “Woah, Bob! What the hell was that?”

Bob shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly. “I have a lot of older cousins who like to play rough. I learned a few things.” Taking one final drink from his water, he turned to you. “Are you ready to go?”

You could only manage to mutely nod before Bob took your hand. As he began to lead you out of the bar, you looked over your shoulder at Phoenix, your eyes screaming what just happened? She held up her hands in utter confusion and shrugged. Apparently, you weren’t the only one surprised by this other side of Bob.

It wasn’t until he had walked you halfway to the car that you finally snapped out of your daze. Using the fact your hands were still connected, you yanked him back into you, causing him to stumble slightly. Before he could ask what was going on, you slammed your lips against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You felt him stiffen in surprise but he soon melted against your embrace, returning your kiss with a similar intensity as his hands rest on your hips, drawing you in even closer. The two of you continued to make out in the middle of the parking lot, oblivious to the stares of the other bar patrons walking to their cars. It wasn’t until someone honked and cat-called that the spell was broken.

Pulling back, you grinned as you noticed his glasses were slightly askew. Straightening them for him, you place one more quick kiss on his lips before sliding your hand into his once more.

“What was all that about?” Bob asked breathlessly.

“Do you have any idea how hot that was in there? The way you took Jake down with just a single punch?”

Bob’s face grew a bright red as he muttered, “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“No, it was a huge deal.” Your eyes roamed over his body quickly then you began practically dragging him towards the car.

“Woah! Slow down,” Bob said as he struggled to keep up. “What’s the hurry?”

You stopped and looked over your shoulder at him. “Either we get home in the next few minutes, or I am blowing you in this parking lot.”

Part Two out now!

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 1 year

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No Laughing Matter

Winter Whumperland: Day 3. Public Whump

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd, f!reader

Word Count: 1914

TW: Public Embarrassment, Punch, Drunken Comments

Make Me Forget (Part Two)

None of the other aviators who were actually part of the mission really minded that all of the attention was focused on their friend instead of them. They just enjoyed watching Jake’s antics.

Jake’s eyes shifted towards the pool table where everyone was still staring at him, and his face grew even redder. He quickly turned and stormed off to the bathroom.

“Something funny over there, Floyd?”

Bob straightened up from where he had been leaning on the table and looked at Jake. “No, we were just talking.”

“Not much to share. She was just telling us something that happened at work.” Bob took a few steps towards the pool table. “I think it’s my turn.”

But as he reached for the cue that Fanboy offered him, Jake blocked him, his body only inches from Bob’s.

Your heart fluttered slightly. Of course Bob would ignore the fact that all of Jake’s insults were actually aimed at him and defend you instead.

He gave Jake a small half-smile. “Good luck with that, Jake.” Then he took a few steps back, signaling the end of the conversation.

Rooster was the first one to regain his senses. “Woah, Bob! What the hell was that?”

Pulling back, you grinned as you noticed his glasses were slightly askew. Straightening them for him, you place one more quick kiss on his lips before sliding your hand into his once more.

“What was all that about?” Bob asked breathlessly.

“Do you have any idea how hot that was in there? The way you took Jake down with just a single punch?”

Bob’s face grew a bright red as he muttered, “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“No, it was a huge deal.” Your eyes roamed over his body quickly then you began practically dragging him towards the car.

“Woah! Slow down,” Bob said as he struggled to keep up. “What’s the hurry?”

You stopped and looked over your shoulder at him. “Either we get home in the next few minutes, or I am blowing you in this parking lot.”

Part Two out now!

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kebriones · 8 months

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The ways in which my highschool crush was like Alcibiades:

1. The most beautiful person around according to everyone. Boys and girls, would all tell you he was the most beautiful kid in highschool.

2. Never seemed to date anyone in particular but always had at least two people of varying genders literally hanging off of him. He had a whole retinue.

3. Getting his attention was like 40% of anyone's activities in school. If you happened to have PE together with him, that's where it got wild. Poor guy didn't have a moment of peace. Would frequently kick our volleyball balls outside the school yard when he got fed up with getting balls to the head by awkward 15 year olds who didn't know how else to approach him.

4. Weird bad rumors were going around about him, mostly of crazy violent behavior, like a story that he'd broken some kid's leg over nothing. Never learned if those rumors were true. I have however seen him smack someone across the face so hard he spat blood. In the middle of the school yard. In full view of the teachers. And he didn't get in any trouble. He also smoked in plain view of everyone and never got in trouble.

6. He did crazy and random stuff out of nowhere when he was bored. I still have one of his origami stars somewhere, he was making those one day and throwing them all over the school at people.

5. He would disappear from the yard sometimes, at which case he could be found in the school library, actually reading, huge sociology books and stuff. He also owed like a ton of books to the library, and his name was everywhere on the lists of borrowing.

7. He was a very well-known member of local anarchist groups who did a good amount of vandalism.

8. I don't think I stressed how remarkably he stood out from everyone else in school. Like we were all awkward highschoolers, he was one of the tallest kids, with shiny long golden hair and a movie-star smile. He moved differently and talked differently and had this permanent aura of superiority. I saw him on the street a couple years ago and he was far away so the first thing I recognized was the way he walked.

9. I came across him recently, he was a speaker in a very niche philosophy conference.

#i think highschool crush isn't the right word actually #i first met him when i was 12 and it was literal love st first sight like #the most proper textbook case i tell ya

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welcometololaland · 11 months

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Binged Read "living at the centre of would...." tonight, and i am in tears, I just love love your writing so damn much Lola 🫶🏼 You grip on Characters and their Characterization is so strong. I have read every single of your Lone star fics till date. You are my Favorite author!! I have specially made a tumblr account to reach out to the beautiful writers of this fandom and appreciate them and let you'll know that you all matter so very much to us!!!

Can't wait to read what more beautiful things you put for us, i m specifically so intrested in ALTA ( just genuine excitement and want to share the Excitement , no pressure, please take your time,m very patient lmao)

Never Understood Grief so wonderfully and truthfully before!

Thank You <3

(ALTA SNIPPET BELOW CUT)

Thank you so much! The honeymoon fic was difficult for me to write (because I don't often write angst), but it was also incredibly cathartic. I think it helped me process a lot of my own feelings about season 4 episodes 17 and 18, and also made me think deeper about Carlos in particular and his state of mind in these episodes.

I feel honoured to know you have read so many of my stories! I hope they brought you joy <3 I think it's awesome you made a tumblr account to tell people that you like their work!

ALTA is finished, but it is in beta-phase. I'm not sure when it will be ready but I'm hoping to post ch 1 soon(ish). This fic has been so fiddly and difficult, I don't think I've EVER spent so much time nitpicking. I've re-written and re-worked the chapters so many times it's insane. Never write a mystery, guys. It's HARD lol. Here, have a snippet (it's unbeta-d, don't judge me).

Summer Break, June 2015

“Carlos,” TK sighs, sliding himself into the passenger seat of Carlos’ car, jiggling the ancient manual windows to wind them down, allowing fresh air in. Carlos knows he’s going to have to get a better car one day – he can’t keep driving around in something that has no AC in the middle of Texas – but he’s also a broke student and his father isn’t a movie star. Not that he’ll be reminding TK of that, lest he turn up to TK’s house one day and find himself presented with a brand new Range Rover.

Although, given recent events, he’s never going to be able to set foot in TK’s house again.

“Carlos,” TK repeats with a little huff, leaning back against the seat as Carlos backs out of Owen’s driveway. “Why are you so mad? It’s not like this is the first time this has happened—”

“TK,” Carlos exclaims, one hand tapping the steering wheel in exasperation. “Your dad walked in and we were—”

“My dad has walked in on us loads of times,” TK argues. “He has no sense of privacy, you know that.”

“Yes, but—”

“One time he caught me practically giving you a blowjob, remember?” TK interjects. “I think it was the first time you met him, actually—”

“TK!” Carlos practically cries. “How are you not more concerned about the fact that your dad walked in while you were riding me?”

TK shrugs. “I don’t know,” he replies, infuriatingly calm. “We’re adults and adults have sex, right? I don’t think anyone in the Strand household is under any illusions as to why the pool house was out of bounds for six months straight.”

Carlos has a sudden urge to take a random left hand turn and drive them into another state. He’s not sure he can bear to be in the same timezone as Owen Strand, knowing that he’s seen them in such a compromising position. On second thoughts, Carlos wishes he could drive to Antarctica.

“Seriously, baby,” TK says, holding his palm up on the centre console, begging for Carlos’ touch. “It’s going to be okay. I bet my dad won’t even say anything. I mean, he might make an awkward joke about it but trust me, he doesn’t care.”

Carlos blows out a breath. “I don’t know,” he replies with uncertainty. “I’m beginning to think we should move out.”

Out of his peripherals, he can see TK practically bounce in the passenger seat. “Some place other than your college dorm?” he asks. “Carlos, that would be—”

“I’m not serious,” Carlos interjects, then feels terrible about it when he looks across at TK’s face and sees it fall. “Wait, hang on, I didn’t mean—”

TK retracts his hand and brings it to his face, covering his mouth as he turns to look out of the passenger-side window.

“TK,” Carlos calls, sighing as he pulls over to the kerb and throws the car into park. “TK, look at me.”

TK turns back slowly, a sad frown etched into his features. “I get it,” he says, a little despondently. “I mean, I’d be terrible to live with. I know you think I’m spoiled and I don’t know how to do anything, and I do hate chores but I’d do them if it meant I got to live with you.”

“I don’t think any of those things,” Carlos says softly, reaching across the space between them to rest his palm on TK’s leg. “Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to live with you—”

“I do hate chores,” TK admits. “Come on, that part is true.”

“Okay,” Carlos concedes, allowing his lips to curl into a smile as he watches TK’s do the same. “If we’re being honest, you suck at chores. But I’m sure you could get good at them, with practice.”

“Maybe,” TK says, wrinkling his nose. “I hear you’re a pretty good teacher.”

“I am,” Carlos replies seriously, leaning halfway across the console to kiss the tip of TK’s nose and then his lips. “I want to live with you, TK,” he says. “I just can’t afford that right now. Plus, we’re young. Maybe it’s a good idea to wait until we finish college at least.”

“And give my dad more opportunities to walk in on us?” TK asks, arching an eyebrow. “Your funeral, Reyes.”

Carlos shrugs, trying to school his expression. “Oh no, that’s not happening,” he says smoothly. “We just can’t have sex at your place anymore.”

“What are you suggesting?” TK scoffs. “That we have sex in your dorm room? Because Darren is gonna have to get real cool with some stuff pretty quickly…”

Carlos shakes his head. “I was thinking more like abstinence.”

TK chokes. “Abst— No, Carlos. Abstinence does not work when your boyfriend looks like this.” He flourishes his hands in Carlos’ direction, motioning to the entire top half of his body.

“Was thinking we could wait until marriage,” Carlos teases, turning the ignition back on as TK squawks.

“Okay,” he says, “I guess we’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Not legal yet,” Carlos points out. “Guess we’ll have to wait a while.”

#ALTA #tarlos #tarlos fic #snippet #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #anon ask #answered

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ransprang · 9 months

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[KO-FI REQUEST]

Hi! Can I request a SFW+NSFW match-up for a male Harry Potter character? I’m afab, pronouns are they/them.

I’d consider my personality to be fairly ambiverted but more extroverted around friends etc. I can be very flirty and and jokey. I have ADHD so sometimes I am spontaneous and that can lead to saying and doing things that get me in trouble although I generally try to abide by rules. I hate conflict so I’m also quite a people pleaser. I’m also more on the pessimistic/cynical side. My hobbies include reading and writing, really anything creative. I love reading and watching fantasy and romance tv and movies. I do have a soft spot for paranormal horror movies too. Also quite a fan of sudokus and puzzles and such.

My type in men is older men (I am 29 so 40s+) but I love long hair, dark hair, loud jokester or quiet stoic type. Body type: just not skinny, honestly. What I hate…being ignored, or feeling ignored or taken for granted. I hate loud noises like fireworks, balloons, thunder etc. enclosed spaces, yelling or general aggression. My most prominent love language is physical touch. But also words of affirmation and gift giving (mostly me giving) I can be very quiet, shy and timid upon meeting. Also I am demiromantic so while I can feel sexual attraction straight away, generally romantic feelings take a long while to form.

I think that’s all. Thank you so much!

thank you @dixonsgirl93 for being our first ko-fi supporter and for letting us post this <3

if anyone else would like a match up this is the link to our ko-fi :)

your match up is..... SIRIUS BLACK!!

SFW

You were quiet during your first meeting with Sirius, so naturally he made it his mission to get a reaction out of you. He tried playing pranks on you, flirting with you just to see what kind of person you were. The first time you replied to his awful pickup lines with one of your own, he was gobsmacked and has been loyal to you ever since.

You both can be quite cynical, and share a similar world view. It’s you both against a dark world, and you wouldn’t have it any other way

Sirius having spent a long time in jail made him not take any of his loved ones for granted. He will shower you with affection as much as possible. If you at any time feel ignored by him just tell him.

Sirius can be a loud man especially when he is angry or getting heated. If he makes eye contact with you while in the middle of being angry at someone else he’ll immediately have a sense of calm washing over him reminding him to lower his voice.

Sirius’s humor has toned down a bit from being a loud prankster in his schoolboy days, but you catch glimpses of it now and then. Whenever you see that maniacal glint in his eye, you know something wild is about to happen.

Some nights you both go on long walks together and stalk Harry. During those walks he turns into a dog and people think you’re crazy for talking to him.

When you guys watch horror movies together he makes sure to scare you during the build up to the pop up scare. He finds it very funny how he always gets you, even if the movie doesn't.

NSFW

Sirius is a touchy man for sure. Random hugs, kisses, touching your hips, squeezing your breasts throughout the day. He does all of this hoping to work you up and get your pussy wet and ready for his fingers.

He would work his charm on you wherever whenever. No matter if you just started dating or have been together for years he’ll use stupid pick up lines on you. Holding you by the waist he’ll bring you closer to his body. He’d make sure both your chests are pressed against each other, so he can feel all of you. He stares into your eyes and lowers his voice, “Is your favorite spell Evanesco? Because every time I see you, my clothes disappear.” He smirks at how confused and flabbergasted you look. With a swish of the wand you are both naked. He groans in pleasure taking in the sight as he pushes you onto the bed.

You can gift him sex toys and watch his eyes grow wide. “Wow love, I didn’t know you were into such things.” He’d gladly indulge in anything you bring to him. It gets him hard knowing that you want him as much as he wants you too. He will immediately try on whatever you get him and start the foreplay.

Sometimes, you enter the room and see him naked, sprawled out on the bed reading a book. He would look up “Finally home? I've been waiting for a long time. Have a seat” as he points towards his cock and chuckles to himself. He keeps the book aside and leans forward to pull you into his embrace as you can feel his hard penis against your bottom. He starts kissing your chest as he works his hands to remove your clothes.

Due to your spontaneity you end up saying what's on your mind, like when Sirius would ask if he looks good in his new coat and you jab back “Please don't rummage through Snape’s closet again.” with a smirk. Sirius laughs “Are you sure you want to say that?” - You chime back “Why not? Did I offend you?”. Sirius’s smile disappears “Looks like a brat needs some taming.” - you raise your eyebrow in confusion “Excuse me?” as he moves close to you till your noses touch. You can hear his breathing. He tilts close to your neck and bites into it as you moan. He carries you up into his arms as he pushes you against the wall. He then uses his hands to push your wrists against the cold hard concrete. You can see a mischievous smile forming upon his lips and he gets to work his magic on your body.

Sirius likes to call you to him randomly, and trace his hands along your silhouette with his eyes closed trying to remember you simply by touch and sensation. His nose picks up on your sweet scent. He opens his eyes and when his gaze meets yours, the animal in him comes alive.

When you straddle him and ride his dick up and down he feels you close up around his girth and digs his fingers into your thighs. You feel a warm feeling rise up your body as you come close to climax and you intertwine your fingers into his long locks and lightly pull as he lets out loud groans. As he goes over the edge releasing his hot thick cum inside of you.

yours magically,

admins sav, sar & san

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Unexpected - H.Z ~

prompt: #52 "That was kinda hot."

summary: After destroying the serum the group get stuck in crossfire, and literal fire. Until Zemo comes to get them out

pairing: Helmut Zemo x Reader

warnings: murder, fire

word count: 835

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

After a certain point Y/N begun to regret telling Sam, she'd join his crusade into trying to helping Karli. Then Bucky broke Zemo out of prison things got even more chaotic. Now they were in the middle of Madripoor with a bounty on their heads surrounded by crossfire and literal fire. Y/N's ears begun to ring even louder after another thing was set on fire, or maybe it was from Sam and Bucky bickering again. She'd lost count at this point.

"It's in every action movie!!" She heard Sam shout over gunshots.

"Can we stop the bickering for two seconds while we figure out what we're going to do!" Y/N shouted over everyone's voices. The boys stopped arguing and looked at her and Sharon waiting for a plan to magically appear, and it kinda did. A person appeared walking over another crater towards the group.

"Is that?" Y/N trailed off as the body pulled out a gun and shot a gas main mere meters away from the group. Once they shot they jumped down from one container to the other landing on a concrete floor with a barrel roll. Once on the ground, the figure grabbed the person standing in the middle to use as a human shield as he shot the guy closest to him. Once dead they turned around still holding onto the man to shoot the furthest one away. Once both guys on the side were dead he swung the man around he used as a body shield kicked him away then shot at point-blank range.

"Go! Go now!" Bucky shouts after the final man was killed, the entire team piled out starting with Sharon and ending with Y/N making sure there was no one running behind them. As they sprinted past container after container bullets kept flying from random directions which made everyone pick up the pace more and more. Once they get to the middle of the shipping crates Sam decides to take a right after the bullets stop. Just as they do two men appear from different directions and Sam pulls open a crate door to cover Sharon.

"Buck! Y/N!" Sam shouts as he pushes Sharon into the container. Bucky rips off a pipe from the container door and attacks the guy immediately behind them and Y/N pulls a knife from her leg holster and throws it at the other bounty hunter hitting her straight in the eye.

"Let's go!" Sam says as he pulls Y/N and Bucky into the container hoping for some freedom from being constantly shot at. They make sure the other door is closed and take a moment.

"So… do we wait in here to be potentially killed or does Buck bust open the other door for us to potentially die?" Y/N questions letting herself drop to the floor and rest on her heels. Everyone shared a questioning glance wondering if they were gonna die how would they want to go. Bucky just nods and turns around busting open the other side of the gate. Everyone stepped out and immediately looked around hearing no more gunshots. That was until a muscle car came pulling around with Zemo in the driver's seat. He breaks in front of Y/N before gesturing to the car.

"Supercharged." He says with a smile but only to Y/N

"That was pretty hot," Y/N says ignoring the looks from Bucky and Sam, gesturing to earlier when Zemo took out 3 people without struggling. Zemo's eyes went wide as he realized what she said and he coughed to try and make himself feel calmer than he was after Y/N called hot.

"Annnnyway, You're going back to jail," Sam commands. Sam wasn't impressed at Y/N's comment and he made sure his eyes said so both to Y/N and Zemo's reaction to the comment.

"Do you want to find Karli or not?" Zemo retorts trying to distract himself from the comment made. Maybe, he thought, if he ignores the comment they'd act like it hadn't happened.

"He's right. We need him." Bucky says not impressed with his own comment, he decided to just get into the car without questioning himself "There's 3 of us and at least 20 of them."

Y/N took it as a sign to get in the car so she walked around the front, and felt Zemo's eyes on her as she walked past the hood, then without opening the door she jumped into the seat straight behind Zemo. She then just began to ignore the comments made by everyone as she took her ponytail down and let the wind run through her hair and they sped through the streets. After a while Y/N felt someone's eyes on her and she looked to see Zemo watching her in the side mirror, she just gave him a smile and a wink and waited to see the blush appear on his face, it did. They just spent the rest of the car ride exchanging glances in the mirror, hoping no one else had noticed.

#helmut zemo #helmut zemo fanfiction #helmut zemo fanfic #helmut zemo imagine #helmut zemo x y/n #helmut zemo x you #helmut zemo x reader

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mercurygguk · 2 years

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TEASER; if it’s not you | kth (m)

POSTED !! read here

pairing; taehyung x f. reader

word count; tba.

rating; 18+

content; exes to lovers!au, smut/angst

warnings; will be stated in final post.

release date; nov 18th 2022, 10 PM CEST

chapters. part one | part two

↳ listen to the playlist here.

author’s note; took a break from jk fics and wrote a tae fic !! please let me know what you think of this lil sneak peek and make sure to reblog if you enjoy it as much as i hope you will 🫶🏼 happy reading! (ps. pls ignore all my typos if you see any)

will be posted next Friday! stay tuned and lmk if you wanna be tagged <3

Kim Taehyung is not sad.

No, Kim Taehyung is way past sadness.

If anything, what he feels is most likely something more akin to a feeling called ‘I don’t care anymore’... a certain, unexplainable emptiness. He doesn’t care that everyone around him is falling in love and getting engaged, he doesn’t care if two strangers are all over each other when’s at a bar. He doesn’t care that all of his one-night-stands give him a nasty look when he tells them to leave in the middle of the night after having emotionless – I don’t care who you are or what your name is – sex with them.

Taehyung just doesn't care anymore. Or that’s what he thought, at least.

But Taehyung should’ve known better.

He should’ve known his mind would play tricks on him and pull up flashbacks to the day he lost all belief in love.

Two years ago…

The last few weeks had been absolute hell. The apartment has been empty beyond measure, most of your stuff gone by now. You haven’t been in the apartment since the day you left and the only reason you were back tonight was because you forgot a few things and wanted them in your own, new apartment. Taehyung knew you’d come, you had texted him to let him know just so that you wouldn’t be barging in on him at a random hour. One thing he just didn’t realize when you texted him was how much he genuinely hated all of this before you stood in front of him with a small, sad-looking smile on your face.

“Taehyung…” You softly let his name fall from your lips in a sigh as you looked down at him from your straddling position on top of him, “we shouldn’t-”

“Please, ____,” he tried again with pain laced in his words, sitting up with you still perched on his lap, “please, just kiss me.”

[end of flashback]

Not when someone else has the other half.

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Chaotic Tokyorev Headcanons

A/N: This is very chaotic so be warned. Who said woman can’t be funny? Kiss my ass :3

(Bonus: Random memes i found)

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

Mikey

Manz has severe like severeee indigestion problems. Like all this guy does is eat and sleep?? So he burps so loud. Imagine being in a meeting, complete silence, lots of focus and this midget just goes BURRRPPP.

He is so hecking annoying like bro stop sending Beluga videos at 3AM, poor Draken is trying to sleep.

He once changed Draken’s ringtone to CPR by Cuppcake. They were in a meeting and Draken recieved a call,oh boy, entire of Toman saw Draken’s dArK ImPulSes while the background music kept playing. “I am here to serve you customer service~~”

Draken

Man is too tall to be in Japan lmao, that one time he was walking with Mikey, he miscalculated how much he would need to bend to enter the door way. Ended up bonking his face straight into the wall.

He is barely ever sleep at night, reasons: overthinking, living in a brothel and most importantly, Baji and Mikey who send him random videos that he has to pretend to not find funny. Like that one time Baji sent him a video of Spongebob saying ‘YOAIMO’ on loop.

He is so quiet sometimes you would think there is something wrong. What actually goes in his mind is: ‘What if Baji suddenly shat in his pants again in the middle of a fight?’ or ‘if the earth is round, is it Mikey’s fault?’

Draken:

Me: 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗

Baji

is the kind of person who’s only response to any kind of insult is “YoUr MoM.”

Like Mf its not my mom who cried because I had to repeat a school year.

You : “Baji you look like shit.” Baji: “jOe MAmA” *insert windshield wiper laugh* My guy, you aint funny 😐😑

He once went to Ken saying, “Oi do you know Draken?” Draken is like: 😐 brother wut Baji: DRAKEN DEEZ NUTS-

(He ended up face flat on ground that day)

Chifuyu

Best boy 😤

I just knowww he reads soo much smut and weirdass wattpad books. Like the books he reads are so Satire.

the shit is like: marked by the alpha, sold to the mafia boss by my parents, kidnapped by One direction, BTS are my bullies and I fall in love with them and the vampire is my mate.

I don’t even need to be told twice. He is a twice stan, no questions asked. e was home alone and was playing some songs while bathing. After he came out a particular song: TT by Twice started playing and boi he couldn’t resist dancing. He wasn’t aware that baji had come home and the door was a little open, Baji saw him dancing with exaggerated steps with only a towel .

In case you wanna see the steps: https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxG_GPqC87wi8QjUpoI4IbwcPmo3flsJpS

Kazutora

He gets anxious so easilyy (he is me, I am him).

Once he was with Chifuyu helping in the ship, stalking one of the crates he by mistake dropped an item on Chifuyu’s leg.

He got confused between saying: ‘Are you okay?’ and ‘I am sorry’

He ended up yelling at his face, “ARE YOU SORRY?” And Chifuyu is just like: 🙂 tf you high on dood?

He has some...interesting choice of words when it comes to certain things. Like one time Chifuyu and him were watching a movie and he randomly went, “damn, her Tatas are so big.” Chifuyu ended up spilling the cold drink on his tatas due to laughing so much instead.

If bad things happen in your life, don’t blame yourself-

Mitsuya

Okay so we know he is an amazing brother you takes good care of his sisters. But for some reason the rest of toman also expects him to take care of them?

Like that one time when Baji set fire to car when people were still inside and he was forced to apologize to a veryy naked couple in the middle of the road at that time.

Or when when a girl was fixated upon Hakkai and he had to pretend to be his boyfriend to drive her off.

And also at the time when a very sleepy Mikey showed up in the middle of the night asking him for some snacks and everything was finished so he made him have half-cooked rice with peanut butter.

Hakkai

Pretty Boyyy🥺❤❤ And also fruity icon. Mf have you seen his wallpaper? “Takaa channn”

The Tiktok kid who puts TW on the weirdest of things. Like: TW! : bunny-hats, dirty shoes and sometimes even TW! Asian ppl. My love, you ARE Asian.

He forgets about how huge he is sometimes, so he ends up breaking so many things.

Like that one time Mitsuya dared him to hold a girl’s hand. He did so, she felt comfortable and they started walking, he suddenly lifted his arm up and that poor girl was dangling like a keychain: 🧍‍♀️ 🙋‍♂️. Thank fully her arm didn’t break, but he never held hands with anyone again.

hands and doors aren’t the only things this boy can break

HMMM... lets take a moment and think about Hakkai’s wallpaper :))

Sanzu

All we accept in this house is Sanzu slander :))

Sanzu stans be jumping red flags like its olympics all year

Mf got so high once, he started humping a tree...in a kids park.

A parent came upto him and asked, “sir what are you, doing, this is a kids park, please keep that in mind.”

He looked dead in their eye, blinked and said, “Oh, I am sorry, I’ll turn on my kiddie mode.” (2 minutes later)

Sanzu: “WHAT DOES A FOX SAY?” Kids: Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!!

Also once he said to Bonten Mikey that his hair looks like that of a karen. Ran and Rindou feared for his life that day.

Unironically says YEET when he throws something.

Has a group chat with Ran and Rindou called The Boyz 🥶🔥⛓

JOJO NO KIMYO NA BOKEN AIZU OIFU HEABWEN

Smiley ( Kawata Nahoya)

This boy right here is a menace to society.

This guy has so much lice in his hair. He never washes it. Souya was once looking at him picking something from his hair and chewing it. Mf was picking out lice and eating it like a hecking monkey. (Bro how did you not get Aids by now?)

He sleep-talks. A lot. Him and Souya were sleeping one day and baby boy started whimpering. Poor Angry thought he was having a bad dream and tried to wake him up. He ended up getting kicked in the face while him yelling “WHAT DA DOG DOIN?”

He once thought that him and Souya should name their attacks like those in MHA and Naruto. The neighbours were just looking at them yelling while standing 4 feet away from each other like: 🧍‍♂️ and yelling like Naruto and Sasuke “SOUYAAA” “NAHOYAA” “SOUYAAA” “NAHOYAA” “ROUNDO HOUSEO KICKKEU!!” ”ONE PUNCHO IN YOUR FACEUU!!” and all this while standing like a statue.

“DIE, YAY, MURDER, YAY” : Master Oogway

Angry (Kawata Souya)

This little gremlin, he is so pretty:(((

He is so respectful that its funny.

So once he had a s/o. They were all dressed up for him, *wink wonk*. So they are just lying there like draw me like one of your french girls. And bro he opened the door. Stood there staring into their soul for a few seconds, turned around and slammed the door in their face while yelling, “I am sorry I should have knocked!” Ruined the whole mood.

His brother knows everything that happens in his life. Your crush on Mitsuya? Smileys knows. You skipping a class? Smiley knows. The time when Chifuyu tried to subtly fart? Smiley knows. Baji’s crappy “Deez” jokes? Smiley KNOWS.

He just such a cute little and fragile dandelion UwU who can turn Ran into Ranabelle UwU.

Shuji Hanma

As much as I hate this bitch...he is hot in the timeskip only)

You think Hakkai was bad? He makes wholeass overdramatic TikTok povs. Shit is like: “I am your boyfriend and the police is arresting me.” Mf goes making such weird faces.

He gets sooo mad when you compare him to Nishinoya from Haikyuu.

He also says “SHEESH’ and lip-bites obnoxiously

Oh did I forget to mention about how he tried to make that one video of doing the ‘bapsae’ hip thrust? I am talking about this thing. Yeah...dude lost his balance due to bending too much, mf was so AGRESSIVE when I tell you. It wasn’t even hot anymore, looked like he was having an itch. smh

The clip: https://youtube.com/shorts/dX6RTlhW2ZY?feature=share

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

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cowboyfatgum · 2 years

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Hi hi hi, how are you? And how about a GN!MC who's like Al/Koko from Pokémon the Movie: Secrets of the Jungle, Or Razor from Genshin Impact? Like an MC who's parents died and was raised by Wolves or some creature, and Solomon as MC's childhood friend and the one who taught MC.. "Human Stuff"?? (Even tho he's old but let's pretend he faked being a kid for a while /hj THOSE CHILDHOOD FRIEND SOLOMON STUFF EXISTS I ALWAYS JUST THOUGHT HE HAD SOME SPELL TO TURN HIMXINTO A KID) Like the language/vocabulary and how to walk on 2 legs (bc MC was taught to walk on all 4s by the wolves/creatures), can I have this with the brothers, dateables and luke? Like their reaction on MCs past and how Solomon was the one who taught them stuff

Demon Brothers, Dateables, And Luke With An MC Who Was Raised By Wolves ❤️💛💙💚💖🧡💜❤️💙🤍🤍

Hi! Thank you for being my first obey me request! I assume that because Solomon taught MC he doesn't need headcannons? But if you did want Solomon please let me know!

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Lucifer ❤️

"Ah so that's why you get along with Cerberus so well."

Like most of his brothers he really wouldn't have a big reaction

It's not that he doesn't care

He's just got so much work to do

But on occasion he'll ask you to tell him something about your childhood ❤️

Mammon 💛

The main brother who makes a big deal out of it

He has so many questions

To the point where it keeps him up at night

So he likes to ask you questions

But not at normal times no no

At 3 in the morning, in the middle of class, just times when you're really busy

And you have to answer him

Because he won't stop nagging you about it until you do

Please I also feel like if he was in trouble with some random demons over money he'd say something like

" Y-You wanna beat ME up? Okay. But I'll have you know that my human was raised by wolves and they aren't forgiving!"💛

Leviathan 💙

He also makes a big deal about it

But not as much as mammon

When you tell him about it he'll probably call you a protag from a random anime that fits this exact situation that he knows

He'll probably make you reenact scenes from the anime, cosplay, things of that nature

He likes to listen to your stories to plot his own anime 💙

Satan 💚

Another man who doesn't make a big deal about it

He does like to study you though

I feel like he enjoys studying humans

So he wants to compare you to a book he has about people being raised by wolves

To see of the book is accurate or not 💚

Asmodeus 💖

I think he would mostly be curious on how your hair and skin was before Solomon taught you

And after he gets his answer he quickly forms a skincare routine for you because

"We have to do this before it's too late"

Late for what?

I don't know, it just seems like something he'd say in this case

But he'd also listen to your stories about your childhood when he's like painting his nails or something 💖

Beelzebub 🧡

Very curious on what you ate when you were in the wild

And how you got it

So he likes to listen to your hunting stories while you make the food your talking about in that specific story.

After listening to your stories, Beel tries to hunt himself

But after an hour he decides this isn't for him

Because he's hungry, and it takes forever to find one thing.🧡

Belphegor 💜

He likes listening to your stories before he goes to bed

Exactly like bedtime stories

It is mandatory now that you come into his room at a certain time to tell him a very interesting story about how you were raised by wolves

And if you are not there on time, be ready for a angry belphie tracking you down.💜

Diavolo ❤️

(You are allowed to yell at me if I spelled his name wrong)

Weirdly makes a big deal out of it.

Like at any chance he gets (kinda like mammon) he'll brag about how he has 2 special humans in his exchange program

Like he's trying to prove something (he might be idk)

Dia loves hearing your stories

Once he asked you to tell him one while he was working

And he got too into the story that he stopped working

Then Lucifer yelled at you because you were "distracting Lord Diavolo"❤️

Barbatos 💙

Also likes to listen to your stories while baking or working or something

Also likes to study you

Tries not to make a big deal about it 💙

How many times have I said "big deal" God I'm so annoying I'm sorry

Simeon🤍

Hella confused

How, what, when, why

So confused to the point where it keeps him up at night

So to stop his burning questions he asks you to tell him the story of how you were raised by wolves 🤍

Luke 🤍

":0 Now I'm not the only one that they'll call chiwawa anymore!"

So excited about that fact

Loves to hear your stories

He makes frequent trips to the house of lamentation just to hear them 🤍

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I hope you enjoyed the headcannons and it wasn't the same thing over and over for each character. And as always if you have any requests or questions please feel free to send an ask!

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lycheesuwa · 10 months

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Sunrise Part 3: Inarizaki Intruder

Listen to: Cruel Summer (Taylor Swift: LOVER album) | I'm not Her (Julia Brennan)

Osamu x Reader x Suna [Fluff/ Angst] (angst, suggestions of nsfw)

Summary: You meet a certain restaurant owner...

This story is heavy Suna in the beginning (Osamu does not appear until chapter 3)

Featuring: Watanabe Natsuki, her brother Watanabe Tenji, and another girl~ (all OCs of mine)

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You sleep with Suna several more times. For almost the rest of the month you'll go over to his place once or twice a week, or he'll go to yours. Natsuki hates it, and you know it, but she doesn't say anything. She asks you to go to bars with her and meet new people and takes you to a club once even though she hates dancing, because she wants you to get over Suna, even though she's made a point to never meet him.

“I have two tickets to see the EJP Raijin game against MSBY Black Jackal this weekend,” Natsuki places two tickets onto the table in the middle of your apartment. “If you want… we can go.”

“You got tickets? I thought they were sold out,” You recall something Suna mentioned at the bar before taking you home two nights before. The purple-blue hickey on your collar is still visible, although more faint, and your concealer is running thin. It’s only been three months, but his libido is high, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate his advances. Afterall, you’re going to make Suna real, and not an enigma. It doesn't matter if he told you he's not looking for a relationship, you know how these things turn out in movies and books.

“Yeah… Um, my brother is on EJP Raijin,” Natsuki sighs. “We have court-side seats.”

Your eyes widen. You knew that her brother played in high school; but to be a Japanese national athlete too? “Why didn't you tell me?!” you exclaim. “Natsuki, that's so cool! Your brother must be insanely good!”

“He's alright,” Natsuki blushes. “So will you join me?”

You and Natsuki wear yellow to show you're supporting EJP Raijin, and not whatever the other random team is. And you're stuck in a jersey that has the number 3 on it because she was too embarrassed to. Apparently it's her brother’s jersey and number. You'd rather it have a 9, but you're here to support her brother. Mostly.

On the side of the court you can see how tall the players are. They tower over you as you take your seat and jump even higher. And somehow, next to all of them, Suna looks on the shorter side. Even MSBY looks huge, their middle blockers several more centimeters taller than Suna. But he's strong, and they play hard, and Natsuki keeps screaming “Go Ji-nii-san!” until her words break because her voice is shot.

And they win in the end, and Natsuki pulls you aside to wait for the end of the game and when the team comes from the locker rooms she throws herself at the tallest guy and wraps her arms around his neck and he hugs her back.

“Hey, thanks for making it out here today, Imouto.”

So that's her brother. He's tall, and he's attractive in a model-worthy way; square jaw, strong brow, intense crystal blue eyes. And he's walking towards you and says in a voice that's almost too deep and seeps into your bones and rattles them just a little when he speaks, “thank ya fertaking care a’ ma sister. I heard so much about ‘cha, (Y/n).”

Not even your last name— your first.

“N- nice to meet you!” You somehow stutter out.

Your gaze falls on a certain brunette behind him, watching you with careful golden-green eyes. He turns his head slowly away, although his orbs track your line of sight as you nod to Tenji.

“Natsuki, we're going out fer drinks with tha’ old Inarizaki guys since Miya Atsumu is here,” Tenji says to his sister. “(Y/n) and ya should join us.”

You turn to your long time roommate, and friend. Natsuki wrinkles her nose. “I don't wanna drink with your team.”

“It's not the team, it's Inarizaki. C'mon, I'll be there and make sure nothing happens ta ya,” Tenji coaxes.

Natsuki turns to you. “D’ya wanna go?” she asks. She only spent like a minute talking to her brother and her Kansai dialect is back, even if only faintly.

“Sure,” you nod.

Tenji puts his arm around her shoulder before he turns to his team and waves at Suna to join the rest of you. He's standing with a guy with light chestnut colored hair, and the two walk over.

“Komori-kun is gonna join us,” Suna says. “He's gonna try and convince Kiyoomi-kun to join too.”

“Sweet. This is my kid sister, Natsuki, and her friend from uni, (Y/n)-san,” Tenji introduces you.

Suna smirks as he lifts his right hand in a peace sign. “Yo, (Y/n)-chan,” he stresses your first name like a taunt.

Your breath catches when he throws in a wink at the end. Curse his beautiful face for making you lose composure for a second. “M-my name is (Y/l/n), (Y/n),” you correct, bowing.

Tenji’s face flickers in annoyance at his sister introducing you by your first name. “C'mon, ya can meet ’Tsumu and his brother. Omi-kun too.” He leads you over to some of the members of MSBY who are exiting their own locker room.

At the front is a man with platinum blonde hair, and behind him a guy with wavy black hair and a face mask. The platinum haired guy looks to be in much brighter spirits with his hand in the air and a small smile on his face, although you can tell it’s forced. “Hey, Sunarin, Ten-ten,” he greets Suna and Tenji. “Good game ya played out there.”

“Thanks, ’Tsumu,” Suna says. You’re introduced to the guy with the mask but your attention is on the brunette behind you, trying to figure out what they’re talking about, but the ’Tsumu guy’s accent is too strong after talking to Tenji, and he’s speaking too fast, and he’s just a bit too far away to hear properly.

Tenji offers to drive you to the bar where he rents a private room and a boy and girl from Inarizaki who came to watch the EJP vs. MSBY game join you. The boy is a spitting image of the platinum blonde, except his hair is a natural shade of brown.

The girl is adorable. She’s the perfect height for her to wrap her arms around Suna’s neck so he has to pick her up, but her body is clearly that of an adult. Her hair is long and pulled back into a half rose bun, the rest of it curled in soft waves that fall down her back, although at the moment they’re streaming behind her as Suna spins her around in their embrace. She’s beautiful, and she keeps her arms around Suna’s neck as she congratulates him, finally landing a kiss on his cheek once he sets her down. If there’s anyone who radiates warmth and the sun more than her, you’re not sure you know them. Even her auburn-colored hair is streaked with natural highlights, reminding you of sunlight on japanese-maple leaves.

Suna’s face is bright red, and he stands to his full height as the girl finally lets go, and your attention is brought back to Natsuki and her brother. Tenji’s asking what you want to drink and you wave your hand towards the makeshift bar where ’Tsumu is rummaging through the bottles to pour people their desired poison of the night, a careless, “whatever you have.”

Whatever you have to distract me from Suna… Suna, who has his arm around that girl’s shoulders, so she’s forced to sit next to him on the farthest couch from you. Suna who gives her sly smiles and makes sure she’s not drinking too much as the night goes on, even after Natsuki and ’Tsumu leave to go to the bathroom, Natsuki to throw up, and ’Tsumu to do the same, most likely.

You’re sitting at the edge of your couch wondering how many times Suna’s gone to her place instead of yours. How many times he’s whispered the same filthy words into her hair as he takes her from behind, or how many times he’s filled her up with his cum. How many times he’s shown up to practice with scratch marks down his back from her, and you hate how long her legs are, and how nice her ass is, even while wearing modest pantsuit. How perfect she looks tucked up against Suna as she pulls her legs onto the long couch to lean into his side, and his arm goes from the back of the couch to wrap around her so his hand is draped languidly across her waist.

“Hey, ya went ta Kobe University? I went there too,” a voice snaps you out of your daze.

You’re staring at ’Tsumu’s brother, his hair a dark brown color, locks beginning to settle on his head normally than when they were plastered to his forehead from being stuffed under a hat that read ‘Miya’ on the front. “Um… yeah,” you say, “I went there. I just graduated, with her,” you nudge Natsuki’s arm where she's leaning against you.

“I did too. Big school— I was in business management,” he says.

You raise your eyebrows, and glance from him to Suna again. Suna's lips are in the girl’s hair, whispering, and she’s holding his free hand, fingers playing with the steel ring across his right index finger.

“Ma names Osamu, but ya should just call meh ’Samu,” Osamu offers, forcing you to look into his eyes again. They're a shade of blue that's so dark they almost look black. “S’easier than sayin’ ma full name.” His dialect is strong. If you didn’t have practice talking to Natsuki you would have gotten lost because he speaks quickly too.

“I’m (Y/n),” you say, distracted as Suna stands up and pulls the girl to her feet.

Osamu finally turns to Suna and the girl since it looks like they’re leaving.

Together.

Osamu stands and goes to clap Suna on the shoulder, pulls the girl in for a hug which she only sort of returns, and he says something stern to her. She nods, eyes almost shut, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. She shakes her head and then a sleepy smile falls on her face as she turns to Suna.

“Let’s go home, Rin,” she says.

Something starts to sink in your chest. She called him ‘Rin’ and there was no reaction. No warning slap, not a bat of their eyes, and even Osamu and ’Tsumu seem to take this like it’s a fact. Like she calls him that all of the time. Maybe it’s normal for her, but that’s something else that puts her apart from you. The girl pulls Suna forwards by the hand, and waves goodbye to the circle of people.

’Tsumu catches her at the door though, places his hands on her shoulders, and begins sobbing as he falls into her much smaller frame. “Don’t leave me, chiibi-chan,” he whines through his tears.

She pats his back and says, “Atsumu, let me go home. Rin’s driving me to the airport in the morning so we have to go now.”

“I’ll drive ya,” Atsumu protests. “Let me go with ya.”

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen the others here,” she says. “Just enjoy the night with Tenji-san and ’Samu. We’re going to dinner on Tuesday, anyway.”

“But I wanna spend tha’ night with you, Shiibi-chan.” His words are slurring as he collapses against her and Suna finally steps in to pull the faux-blonde off of the girl.

“You see her more since you live in Tokyo,” Suna rolls his eyes. “Give me the one night I get with her in the season.”

Your jaw locks as the sinking feeling falls through your stomach. It’s like quicksand pulling all of your guts lower and lower somehow, slowly through this pit in your stomach. Maybe this girl is even more than just another hook up. She’s something that Suna had to share at least, which makes her even more precious since she isn’t always there for him.

You’ve contemplated leaving Suna. Telling him to either commit to you, or give it up entirely, but that would reveal that you’d gone into the agreement with feelings, and that would make you a liar through the whole ordeal. There is also the chance that he just cuts you off, since he understood that you were just friends with benefits, and when said benefits got to be too much for you, he’d cut off the friendship.

Suna succeeds in dumping Atsumu onto the couch next to Osamu, and pulls the girl in by the waist, until she’s nestled under his arm with her hand on his chest. He nods at you briefly before lifting his hand towards Tenji. “See you tomorrow, captain,” he waves.

Tenji lets out a small smile, even though he’s not the captain. “See ya, Sunarin.”

Your hope leaves with Suna as his arm tightens around her waist and the door shuts.

The vodka in your glass burns more that night, but you welcome the sting in your throat as you talk to Osamu. Osamu who started his own business and only recently got an actual restaurant located in downtown Kobe. With an agreement to stop by some time when you can make the trip down to Hyōgo, you exchange numbers although it seems like he’s doing it out of kindness. Atsumu passes out on the couch next to him, and finally Osamu bites.

“Ya like Sunarin, dont’cha?”

You know there’s no point in denying it. But not wanting to admit it quite yet, you take a look around the room. Tenji’s talking to the guy with the mask, and their other friend is also snoozing but on the floor since the mask guy has his own little bubble around him. When your gaze falls on the stranger-now-friend before you, you nod. “I’ve known Suna-kun my whole life… I— I guess he’s my first love,” you admit.

Osamu chuckles. “Must be tough seeing ‘im with someone else, hmm?” he muses. “They’ve been close friends throughout highschool. Best friends, yanno? Never dated though, fer some reason.”

“Do you think they will?” you dare to ask.

Osamu shakes his head in a slow manner, but it seems genuine. “Nah,” he says reflectively. “Coz’f Sunarin wanted her that bad, he’d have at least kissed her by now. Hell, even I’ve kissed her, and who knows how far ma idiot brother’s pushed the boundaries.” His gaze falls to the sleeping blonde next to him. “But… Sunarin ain’t physical with ‘er like that. We all worry about ‘er, but he’s more protective. More like… A brother or somethin.”Is he… trying to cheer you up? Throw down a net into that hole and fish out the remaining pieces of your pining for Suna Rintarou? Regardless of why Osamu is comforting you, you smile at him, feeling light for the first time that night. “I appreciate hearing that,” you tell him.

part 4

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