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the party era | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x female driver!reader

summary: you used to be a party girl, you’re now much more content staying in and watching movies with your boyfriend instead.

authors note: my AP world history test is tomorrow!! wish me luck 😞 (i haven’t studied, im going to fail)

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f1wagsgossip: thoughts ? 😂

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user1: is this a safe space to say i do too 😖

user2: she’s gotten so boring now that’s she’s with oscar 😞

user3: y/n isn’t a wag ???? she’s a driver, whys she on this page 😭

user4: as a y/n fan during this era, NO! i do not miss this

user5: why ?

user4: this was a horrible time for y/n and her fans, she was constantly being called slurs, a whore, slut, etc :( i was ALWAYS on the front lines defending my girl !!

user6: y’all saying oscar made her boring rubs me the wrong way…

user7: RIGHT

user8: me too

user9: honestly i agree

user10: i miss party y/n

user11: what i would do to be a fan during the party era

user11: i’m in my party era right now

user12: are we all forgetting how y/n has said multiple times that this was probably the hardest days of her life?? and how she wishes this never happened ???

user13: she was literally out partying all day 😭 how was that hard

user12: i can tell youre all new fans 😭 this whole “era” happened after she had gotten out of toxic relationship of 6 YEARS she was extremely depressed AND she had said that the only reason she went out so much was because she felt unsafe in her house

user14: you all saying oscar made y/n boring are forgetting that she, and i QUOTE, has said “oscar literally saved my life, and i know that sounds so cheesy, but he truly makes more happy than i could ever put in words”

user15: yall say this, but if she did party like she did back in the day, y’all would be calling her an alcoholic 💀

user16: not too much on oscar now…

bigfanofyn: 2022-2023 y/n was the best !! rip y/ns party era 😞

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user17: oh that’s not…

user18: this is weird !

user19: ME TOO, BRING BACK PARTY Y/N!!

user20: NOO DONT. DO NOT BRING BACK PARTY Y/N

user21: can’t y’all let this girl be peaceful ?? 😭

user22: are y’all forgetting how they tried to get y/n kicked out of f1 because of this ??

user23: WHATTT

user22: YEAH fans literally made a petition to get y/n kicked out of f1 because she was “out of control” it only got like 500 votes THO 😭😭

user23: y/n has said that she is no longer friends with this people in the picture and that we should stop giving them attention…

user24: why ?

user23: they would always purposely got her drunk, and made her feel guilty when she suggested they do something else instead of drink, they would then take photos of her when she was passed out drunk AND SELL THEM TO GOSSIP PAGES ??

user25: don’t forget that they LET SOME STRANGE MAN ALMOST TAKE HER GOD KNOWS WHERE WHILE SHE WAS BLACKOUT DRUNK ?? the only reason he wasn’t able too was because of a STRANGER who intervened

user26: free y/n from oscar 🗣️

user27: this and y’all in the comments ARE WEIRD

user28: …

user29: this isn’t good! hope this helps ❤️

— y/n has posted new pictures!

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yourusername: i have no idea why this is trending BUT… party era y/n was NOT fun or quirky. she was depressed, anxious, and always scared, she pushed away all the people she loved. NOW, “boring” y/n has never been happier. she stays at home with her boyfriend and has movie marathons. it’s better for her this way.

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user30: we love boring y/n

user31: why are people acting like you don’t go out anymore ?? 😭 you were at landos celebration party like a week ago ??

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mclaren: boring y/n is a happy y/n 🧡

yourusername: boring y/n is a happy PR team **

mclaren: that too 🧡

landonorris: a boring y/n is a happy lando

user32: the fact that the only reason y/n got help was because lando told her too is just so 💔💔

user33: she knew that when LANDO tells you that you need to stop. YOU NEED TO STOP.

user34: no because LANDO telling her to stop partying ?? is crazy 😭

user35: REAL FANS LIKE ANY TYPE OF Y/N

user36: y’all got this girl so mad she’s talking in third person 😐

— oscar piastri had posted new photos !

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oscarpiastri: party girl or not. i will always love you.

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user37: oh to have a movie night with y/n l/n…

user38: the man y/n DESERVES

user39: can’t people just understand that some people truly go through rough patches which makes them do out of the ordinary things ??

user40: RIGHTTT, because if y/n was a true ‘party’ girl like they claim. SHE WOULD STILL BE PARTYING. she had said multiple times. that ‘era’ wasn’t HER. it was a ROUGH PATCH

user41: get you a man that loves you as much as oscar loves y/n

maxverstappen1: tell y/n to play pool on imessage with me.

oscarpiastri: she said she’ll play when you stop cheating

maxverstappen1: I DONT CHEAT

yourusername: I KNOW DANIEL IS PLAYING FOR YOU.

charles_leclerc: you said you would invite me to the next movie night 😞

oscarpiastri: this is an old picture charles, don’t worry, you’re still on the invite list 😁

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luveline · 21 hours

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hotch sister idea-- convincing hotch to take you out to dinner with the whole team because you "want to properly meet his friends" (i'm a sucker for team dynamics) but then being shy and cute with spencer the entire time to the point that hotch notices and gets a tad protective...but ends with spencer getting her number or something

thank you for requesting 💌 —you attend a party with your older brother in a not so secret plight to see Dr. Reid. You fawn, Spencer flusters, and Hotch drinks a tad more than usual. fem, 2.3k

cw for mentions of past child abuse

The car is quiet besides the tread of the tires on asphalt. You click and unclick the clasp of your shoulder bag, checking for your purse, getting worried your purse isn’t in there, and checking again.

“If there’s something you want to ask me, you can ask me.”

You move your gaze to your brother. His quietness can make you nervous, a reflection of your father but with none of the cruelty. “I don’t want you to get mad at me if it’s stupid.”

“Well, I won’t. I promise.”

You know he won’t, but sometimes the fear remains. Even when you’re far from being a kid. “Do you remember when I got suspended for, um, disrespectful behaviour? My senior year?”

Aaron turns the wheel with care. “I do.”

“And we went for ice cream.”

“Yeah, honey, I remember.”

That’s the point you’re trying to make, maybe. That tenderness sewn into the middle of his sentence. If your dad knew you’d been suspended again he would’ve made you feel it. You remember the sinking sensation in your chest waiting for him to pick you up, having written the speech he’d give you in the car ride home in your head ten times over, the sting of his palm grazing your cheek before you’d even seen his hand. So you waited in a total violent panic, head rush, wondering if anything was worth anything, when Aaron arrived to pick you up.

How did you know? you’d asked.

I changed your emergency contact. I hope that’s okay.

“You asked me what I wanted and…”

What flavour did you want, honey? he’d asked. Honey, like he loved you, the only person in the whole world who’d bother asking. The only man who’d take you for ice cream at seventeen years old to cure a bad day.

“And you burst into tears,” Aaron says.

He’d sat down opposite you in his suit, torn from one of his trials, and you can’t remember anymore if he was an attorney or already in the FBI, but you can’t forget how he’d taken your wrists into his hands and asked you not to cry.

��When you took me home, Haley asked me if you’d upset me, and I didn’t know how to explain it so you said yes. And she shouted at you for a whole half hour.”

“Why are you thinking about this now?” he asks.

Maybe because college is over and you’re forced to move on. Aaron asked you to try hard and you have, but now you have your degree and you don’t know what to do with it, you’ll get a job, and then what?

“I’ve been thinking about… my love life.”

“Oh. And you have to talk about this with me?” he jokes.

“I don’t have anybody else.”

He tears his gaze from the windshield. “That’s not true.”

“But…”

He turns into the parking lot outside of Dan’s Fine Wine Bar and pulls into a tight space with ease. He hesitates before he flicks off the engine, turning to you with a smile. “You’ll always have me,” he says, “and we can talk about your love life. I want to. God knows you’ve heard enough about mine this last year.” You both grimace. “But if I have to listen one more time to you talking about Spencer–”

“You said you wouldn’t get mad!”

“Honey.” He takes off his seatbelt and opens the door. “I’m not mad. But imagine your younger sibling comes to you one day to tell you they have feelings for your employee and try to find some sympathy for me!”

He clambers out of the car. You rush after him, unbuckling your seatbelt and nearly smashing your door into the car next to you. The air outside is cold, and you didn’t bring a jacket even though Aaron told you to twice, so you can’t mention it aloud. “I don’t have feelings for him.”

“You have a crush. You’re too old for it.”

“I am not.”

He gestures for you to walk in front of him as he clicks the fob for the car and the doors lock automatically. “I don’t understand what this has to do with your suspension.”

You chew on your cheek. Neon from the wine bar mottles your skin as you pass under it and through the door, air quickly turned from cold to temperate, the smell of old rain replaced by carpeting and beer. When you lift your head to his gaze, he’s still waiting for your answer. “You told me things wouldn’t be that hard forever. I was just wondering when it’s safe to say you were right.”

He grins at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to give you a rough hug. “Right now. Be happy right now, honey.”

“There they are!” Penelope calls from a table near the back. Suddenly, Aaron’s entire team of work colleagues stand up where they’ve dominated a whole row of tables and booths alike to greet you. “Oh my gosh, I missed you!”

You met Penelope a long long time ago, and JJ and Derek around the same time, but everybody else is basically new. College was busy and Aaron busier —there was hardly ever time to visit, and when you did it was to see him and Haley. Meeting his friends was somehow put off.

You were introduced to Emily and Spencer, so Aaron directs you to David Rossi first. That’s the main team done quickly. But then he has to introduce you to Anderson, Sweeney, Kelly, Cory, Davidson, etc. So many agents for one man’s birthday. Anyone would think Derek Morgan was a celebrity.

“Happy birthday!” you say, when you finally get a moment to speak.

Derek reaches over the table to hug you quickly. “Thank you, gorgeous. We’re thrilled you’re here.” He pulls back, elbowing Penelope lovingly. “Aren’t we, mama?”

Penelope squeals and jumps for you. “So thrilled!”

Aaron touches your back, as if to say, I’m here, before taking a seat opposite Rossi. You hear snippets of a conversation about whiskey and when, but you’re distracted, because suddenly Penelope’s forcing you to sit down in her vacated seat, smack bang between Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid.

Dr. Spencer Reid. “Hi,” you say quietly. Can’t help it. You remember how you’d reacted when you met him the week before last and wonder if it’s too late to pretend you’re cool —you’d gotten so worked up about him. He wrote a bunch of papers you had to read for your degree, some of the most sophisticated theory on elliptical math you’d ever read, and you’re supposed to act like he’s just a normal guy?

It doesn’t help that he’s model pretty. You’d never have thought of him as he is now over email, his huge brown eyes, pale skin, the flicking curl of his hair behind his ears. When he turns his head, he has indents on his nose from a pair of glasses you wish you’d seen. You clear your throat.

“Hi, Y/N, how are you?” Spencer asks.

“I’m gonna go get a drink now,” Aaron says. “What do you want?” he asks you.

“Um, anything. I don’t really wanna drink.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” he says with deliberateness.

You feel heat like a rash on your neck. He’s embarrassing you doing his dad routine.

“You look pretty,” Spencer says.

You hide your hands under your thighs. “You think so?”

“You look beautiful,” Penelope says from across the table.

“Didn’t inherit that Hotchner scowl,” Derek says with a grin, “I thought it came with the name.”

“I learned how to do it the day they signed the adoption certificate,” you nudge in, “I just keep it to myself. I think Aaron has it down.”

Everybody within hearing distance laughs at you, to your relief. To your left, Spencer’s shoe hits your heel.

“So weird to hear his real name,” Emily says, tipping her drink to the side, ice and sugar on the surface. “I thought for sure you’d have to call him Hotch too.”

You look around in surprise. “He can’t be that bad. Does he really frown so much?”

You’re told vehemently that your brother is a grump, which is something you were aware of, just not experienced in. Sure, he’s had his unhappy moments, no one can smile every second of the day, but if everyone is to be believed he’s the sternest man alive. Eventually things drift into storytelling. Aaron brings you your drink with a straw and a napkin wrapped around the base, and you find yourself listening to a graphic rehash of Derek’s first case with the BAU.

Spencer’s leg is a coal at your side.

Your self preservation runs out. “You don’t drink?” you ask, nodding to his glass bottle of coke.

“I– I never did. I never had the opportunity. I’ve never even been to a party.” He pauses. “I don’t know why I just told you that.”

“I didn’t go to parties either,” you say, overjoyed to find common ground so quickly.

“I mean, I was never invited, but highschool parties didn’t seem like my thing. And, you know, I was twelve.”

“You were twelve in highschool?”

He’s doing that thing you noticed the day you met, where his lips move before he’s ready to talk, his emotion clear. “You weren’t?” he asks, not quite smooth but enough to make you laugh suddenly.

“I wish! I could’ve been done with college years ago.” Your brows pinch together. “Wait, so did you go to college as a kid?”

“I mean, sort of.”

“What? No wonder you didn’t go to any parties, that must’ve been insane. When I was twelve I was still setting my Barbie’s up for dance parties. Aaron has a photo of me dressed up in mom’s old clothes.” You lean forward for a sip of your drink.

“Oh, don’t worry, there’s a photo of me just like that when I was twelve, too.”

You laugh so hard you almost choke.

A cup comes down hard somewhere behind your turned head.

“You okay?” Emily asks.

She wears a smirk you don’t understand, a joke you’ve missed. You peer past her to look to Aaron for advice and find him rather sullen, hand curled tightly around his drink. You try to give him a signal to ask if he’s alright, but it’s to no avail.

“I’m fine, sorry, just a joke.” You turn back to Spencer. “That’s adorable.”

You’re breathless talking to him. He must notice, but Spencer doesn’t say a word.

If someone asked you why he caught your attention, you’re not sure you know the answer. He’s pretty, undeniably, and it’s fascinating that you used his theory while you were in school, but fascination isn’t endless. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you. No ones ever given such a clear sense of awe; he gets stuck on you, his eyes tracing your cheek and your nose and your lips. It’s noticeable, but it isn’t unwanted. You keep coming back to his smile as he talks, the flash of his teeth.

“I honestly didn’t know Hotch had a sister,” Spencer says.

“He was keeping us apart for a reason,” you say insistently, “I just don’t know what that reason is yet. He must’ve known you were the Dr. Reid I’d been reading.”

“It makes it sound like you’re reading me,” Spencer laughs. “Like, my hands.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Do I want you to what?”

“To read your palm?”

“You know how?”

“No parties, remember?”

Spencer gives you his hand. He has nice hands, big but slim-fingered like a pianist’s, though if he plays isn’t something you know. You angle it flat careful, your thumbs to either side of his open palm. “What do you want to know?” you ask.

“What can you tell me?”

You hum gently. “You have your life line, your head line, your heart line– your love line.”

“What does that– that mean for me?”

You press your thumb to his mount Jupiter, a soft hill of his hand under one of his fingers where the heart line begins. “Your desire for love, and your capacity for it. See how deeply curved it is?” you ask, drawing along his heart line gently. “It means you’re warm, and loving. That you could have a great love.”

You look up, his hand held gently between yours. “But I could be really wrong. I haven’t done this in so long, I might just be making stuff up.”

You sound insecure to your own ears, cringing away from his hand, but Spencer ducks his head just a little to keep your gaze, and he smiles at you softly. “It’s okay. I like your reading, even if it’s wrong. Where did you learn how to do that?”

“Aaron would buy me any book I asked for growing up, he…”

Your brother, sitting only a few seats away, can’t find it in himself to regret that particular generosity even if the sight of you holding Spencer’s hand isn’t one he wants to see. It’s odd. You’re fully grown up, and it’s not like Aaron thinks Spencer would ever hurt you purposefully, but it’s hard to see anyways. He can admit to feeling like a father watching his daughter finding a first love; he can’t keep you forever and he doesn’t want to, but it’s still hard to watch as you descend into giggles that border on dizziness.

“This is a good thing,” Rossi says. “You’ll never have to worry about her being out past curfew.”

Aaron laughs, it’s funny, and then he knocks back his drink.

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monamipencil · 1 day

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— angel eyes | l.sm

⋆ summary; though seokmin and you are focused on building a good relationship, you both forget an integral part of it. sex. or, in which you both have sex after being together for one year.

⋆ pairings; seokmin x fem! reader ⋆ genre; smut, angst (a teeny bit), fluff, established relationship ⋆ w.c; 3.7k+ ⋆ warnings; soonyoung slander, they're both horny and didn't have sex for no reason, seokmin is a loveable idiot, insecurities, oral (m. & f. receiving), unprotected sex (she's on pills), creampie, he's shy and adorable, mentions of food. ⋆ a/n; ty to the anon that came up with this idea. man, i love writing this guy.

Seokmin takes a deep breath for the nth time and rolls down the windows. He sighs, unbuttoning his shirt a bit to rid the hotness in the car. His hand moves to turn up the air cooler, but he stops halfway, eyes falling on your figure. You’re curled up in the passenger seat, pulling his coat tighter around you.

A soft smile graces his features as he shifts focus to the road again. The events of the night slip away from his mind easily as you replace them. Seokmin has never felt happier than with you. It’s easier to breathe around you, easy to be himself around you, easy to feel loved and love you back. Everything has been so easy, and he feels content with the relationship.

In fact, Seokmin even planned on going on one knee just 3 months into the relationship. He couldn’t help it. Everything flew naturally with you. And just like that, certain things didn’t even occur to him. Too focused on being in love, you both completely forgot about an integral part of a relationship. Sex.

The hard thing (no pun intended) is this had only been brought out to the limelight when one of his friends, Soonyoung, joked about it, unknowingly after your first anniversary. “Oh? Have you both even done it?”

Soonyoung did not expect the absolute silence that followed, which affirmed his statement. The air felt too thick for him, and he could hear his heart thrumming in his ear. The awkwardness quickly dissolved when Mingyu made a mess, and everyone jumped to bully him. Since then, it lingered in his mind like a ghost, and his cheeks burnt up coyly.

He wasn’t embarrassed, per se, but shy. He was never embarrassed about the relationship at any point. Always proud that you both were taking things slow and smooth, earning comments of marriage from others frequently.

And it's not like Seokmin shied away from the topic of sex either. He is a gentleman, not an idiot. And a bit shy.

Hence, exactly why he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes the rest of the night. Soonyoungs joke shed a different light on you, and he found himself catching the details he usually missed. Your cleavage that was slightly exposed when you bent forward, the curve of your ass when he placed his hand on your waist, the softness of your hips, and your soft, pretty lips, he found himself thinking about for the rest of the night.

But you were seemingly unaffected by any of it. You were your usual self, and when he shied away from your eyes, you simply pinched his cheeks and kissed the corner of his lips to silently say, “it’s ok.”

The kiss lingers on his skin warmly. He lifts his hand to caress your cheeks and smiles when you lean into his touch. But that smile drops when the strap of your dress falls, exposing your cleavage. With your curled-up position facing him, he can see it clearly.

Seokmin shifts his gaze back to the road, sporting a blush and a raging boner.

From then on, he had tried to initiate sex more often. Keyword; tried.

He stopped by a convenience store to buy some condoms but ended up completely off the track and bought some of his childhood snacks.

“Honey, I’m home!” He announces, making his way to you with a big smile. You greet him back, “Hi baby,”

“You won’t believe what I found!” He exclaims, showing off the goods he bought, and you tilt your head, squinting at the plastic bags of snacks. “My childhood snacks! I actually went to buy-” Oh, right. He went to buy condoms.

“Mhm, what did you want to buy?” you ask, fully focusing on him with a small smile.

“I—well, uh.. I forgot.” He stutters under your gaze, and you chuckle, finding him adorable. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you take some of the snacks from his. “Come on, let’s store them.”

“Huh? Ye—yeah.”

...

At least he’s trying.

He even googles up stuff! Countless articles pop up, and Seokmin is surprised to find that multiple people actually resonated with his problem. But it also worries him, and his heart sinks reading said articles — In a sexless relationship? Instant red flag! — Sexual incompatibility and its effects on long-term relationships — 6 ways to find out that your partner hates yo-

He slams the laptop shut and buried his face in his hands. Trying to ignore the lump in his throat, he rubs his face over and over again. Tears prick his waterline, and he can’t bite back the sob that rakes from his chest. What if you do hate him?

The insecurity gnaws at his heart, and he feels disgusted with himself. Seokmin hugs the pillow for some comfort and falls asleep within minutes.

God damn Soonyoung.

You groan out loudly, removing your hands from between your thighs and catching your breath. Ever since he brought it up, you found yourself like this often. Naked, horny, and sopping wet. You sigh heavily and turn around your bed, caressing his side of the bed.

Your boyfriend is fucking hot. He’s the most gorgeous man you know. Call it an exaggeration, but it is true. He’s a piece of art. And you? Well, you’re a woman.

A woman who has fallen head over heels for him.

Getting to know him through the first months of your relationship, you came to know about his gentle nature, and as others say, he’s god-sent, something you can’t deny. He’s got it all. Personality, looks, a rare kind of optimism, and certainly a good dick. (yes. You were going through an album he shared with you, consisting of old pictures from college and school, and interestingly enough, there was a mirror selfie of his naked self, sporting a boner.)

And being honest, Seokmin is quite naïve at times, and any horny feelings were unintentionally locked up in favor of taking things slow. You didn’t want to mess up things, and you see a future with him, leading to subconsciously pushing away intimate moments.

That is until Soonyoung opened the floodgates.

You groan again. Just because Soonyoungs words elicited a positive response from you doesn’t mean the same for Seokmin. He couldn’t even look at you after that, and with much of your efforts, you brought the relationship back to normal. But things are going south again, with him seemingly avoiding you. It is hard to do so when you are actively living with someone, but he is pent-up at work lately.

With another curse, you sit up, determined to set things straight, Not by talking, but by some other means.

He’s always stressed and tense from work, and what better stress-buster there is than sex? Checking the time, you smirk. There’s more than enough time to make extra preparations as well.

...

You’re lying on the bed again with a giddy feeling as you anxiously wait for your boyfriend to return him. You bite your lip, resisting the urge to check yourself in the mirror again. You bathed, sprayed his favorite perfume, and applied a bit of gloss, wanting to keep it natural. You’re wearing sexy white lingerie, not too provocative and not too boring, it was perfect. And since you didn’t want to give your boyfriend a heart attack, you wore one of his t-shirts, covering the lingerie.

The sound of the front door opening has you sitting up in a frantic and your heart races when you hear his usual “Honey, I’m home!” you take deep breaths to ease your nerves and go outside to greet him. His back is turned to you as he removes his shoes and places them on the rack at the entrance. You hug his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into his upper back.

“Missed you,” you pout. You missed him so fucking much. Seokmin was taking mental escapes, and it really hurt to not see his usual happy-go-lucky self.

He freezes under your touch, and you sigh. He turns in your embrace and smiles sweetly at you, murmuring a soft, “missed you too.” Before slotting his lips on yours. Your hands come up to hold his face and deepen the kiss. He hums against your lips, one of his hands move to your waist and the other to your face.

He breaks the kiss, but not before another sweet peck. But you pull him in for another by grabbing his tie. He gasps when you bite his lip, giving you the perfect chance to slip in your tongue. He pulls you flush against him, fingers digging into your waist. You caress his hair and wrap your arms around his shoulder. The feeling of his tongue on yours is ecstatic, and you drown yourself in his scent.

You walk backward, slowly leading him to the bedroom. You gasp when he lifts you, and you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him. He gasps for breath and walks into the bedroom. Seokmin knows where this is leading, but he hasn’t processed any of what is happening now.

He’s drunk on your scent, and the way you look at him makes him oblige to you, like a man lured by a siren. You don’t cease your kisses but reduce them to pecks and slowly move from his lips to his neck. He grunts lowly, feeling you sucking and nibbling on his sensitive skin.

He sets you down on the bed, quickly moving to undo his tie, but you pull him down to the bed and straddle his hips. You bite back a moan, feeling his hard cock graze your thigh and continue your attack on his neck. He tilts his neck, giving you space, and rests his hands on your bare thighs, slowly moving them under the tee to your—oh.

The reality of what is happening dawns upon him as his fingers graze the lazy material of your panties. Seokmin gently pulls you away, gripping your shoulders as he looks at you with a bewildered look.

“Shit. Do—do you not want this?” he watches your face morph through multiple emotions, and he notices the tears forming.

“Wait, no. No! that’s not—wait. Please?” You nod, waiting for him.

But Seokmin cannot form a word for the life of him, and he panics, uttering continuous ‘I’s and ‘uhm’s. He gives up, sighing and catching your eyes on him. Fuck. His cock twitches in his pants, and he can’t help the nasty thoughts that form in his mind.

“Just,” he breathes in, closing his eyes before finding yours again. “Fuck me, please.”

You close the gap between you two, kissing his lips tenderly. Gently pushing him back, you make him lay on the mattress without breaking the kiss. You sigh against his lips, resting your forehead on his and silently searching for reassurance in his eyes. That reassurance comes with him pushing your hips down to his.

You sit up, smiling prettily at him before removing his t-shirt. His eyes widen, and his mouth falls agape as he sits up to have a better look. You wore this for him? He rests his hand on your thighs, fixating his eyes on your breasts. You giggle, “you like it?” he nods wordlessly before switching positions.

Seokmin looks down at your figure, “So pretty.” He whispers before kissing your neck, licking the skin, and nibbling on it. He kisses further and further down till he reaches the valley of your breasts. He looks up at you, catching your eager eyes and shit. The newfound confidence fades away, and his cheeks burn up.

To add to his shyness, you lift yourself up, undoing the bra and flinging it into some corner. You guide his hands to your breasts, and your nipples harden immediately under his touch. You moan, pushing your chest out, encouraging him to do whatever he fucking wants.

But you did not expect him to right away wrap his lips on your pebbled nipples as his hand toys with the other. You whimper and moan, turning putty in his hands. His tongue circles around your nipple before he sucks on it. Your panty sticks to your core like a second skin, and you feel more arousal drip through the material.

He switches to the other one, sucking so diligently on it. Before he could go further below, you stop him. “Wait. I want to see you too.” You whisper breathlessly.

You help him undress and bite your lips, soaking in his figure. Watching as he slips off his pants, you feel yourself grow hotter. Seokmin looks like what you could only describe as a walking wet dream. Your eyes dart all over his figure. Wide shoulders and strong biceps complemented by a firm chest and a toned abdomen. And, thick thighs complementing his—oh, god.

Your eyes widen, and your mouth waters as you see the outline of his cock. He’s thick and big. Enough to pleasure you and not enough to hurt. So, in total, it’s perfect. You just want him to bruise your insides and-

Seokmin holds your chin, gently tilting your head up to make you look at him. You look at him through your eyelashes and pout lightly at him while arching your back and closing your arms to push your breasts together.

His cock twitches, leaking pearls of precum that stained his boxers. His chest fills with confidence at the way you are reacting to him. Even he cannot comprehend what he's doing. Your effect on him is that powerful.

He takes you by surprise and kneels on the floor. It's his turn to look at you through his lashes, big brown eyes staring at you with need. You lick your lips, watching him as he pulls you to the edge and spreads your legs. He kisses your heat through the lacy material and licks at the patch formed by your arousal. His nose presses against your clit, and you gasp, feeling all the bones in your body weaken as he has his way with you.

Pulling away, he slides his fingers under the hem of your panties and peels it off you, leaving you bare. It joins the pile of clothes, and he dives right in, licking and kissing your folds. “Fuck!” you arch your back and push your cunt onto his face. His nose directly presses against your clit, and you moan as he basically fucking makes out with your cunt.

You close your legs around his head and tangle your fingers with his locks, pushing him further. He sucks on the little bundle of nerves, then circles his tongue around it with occasional kitten licks. You tug at his hair harshly, and your moans fill the room along with wet sounds as he eats you out. Feeling the orgasm inching closer, you force his mouth off you.

“Need you,” you whimper, grabbing his face and kissing him. He moans into your mouth as you roughly push your tongue past his lips, tasting yourself on him. His cock twitches with need when you rake your nails down his nape and shoulders. Seokmin grows hotter, thinking about your hands pumping his cock as you suck on his tip.

You pull away to get down on your knees and hook your finger under the hem of his boxers as he stands up. You pull it down, gawking at his hard, twitching cock, and take him in your hands. His cock rests heavy in your hands, and you couldn’t care less about the cold floor biting your knees. You give the tip an experimental lick, tasting his precum while batting your eyelashes up at him.

You grin, satisfied when he throws his head back, groaning at a small lick. Without warning, you take half of his length in your mouth, eyes rolling back at the feeling of it resting heavily on your tongue. He tangles his fingers in your hair, looking down at you while he moans a string of curses. Wrapping your fingers around his base, you pump his length and swirl your tongue around his tip.

You bounce your head up and down his cock, getting used to his girth. You pull away momentarily, and a string of saliva connects your lips to his tip. Licking your lips, you maintain eye contact with him and wrap your lips around his length once again. But this time, you take his full length in your mouth, gagging and enjoying how he fills you up. You hold his thighs for support, sliding his cock out fully before taking him again.

You do this a couple of times and feel him twitching in your mouth. Seokmin pulls your mouth off his cock, biting his lips in vain to prevent moaning at the erotic sight before him. You know how to put that mouth to use. A few more seconds and he would’ve cummed down your throat.

With a huff, he pulls you up and backs you to the bed. You lay on the soft sheet, letting him take control. You gasp when he teases his tip on your folds, coating it in your arousal, and he moans, feeling your warmth and wetness. His tip nears your entrance, stretching past your folds, and then—

“Shit. Condoms,” he curses, eyes snapping towards yours in worry. You chuckle, finding your dumbfounded boyfriend adorable. “I’m on pills. Don’t worry.”

His eyebrows crease, “Since when?”

“Since that dinner. Couldn’t stop thinking about you and your cock.”

A light blush settles on his cheek, and he smiles at you, shaking his head. He pushes his hair back to calm himself down, and you sigh, finding him hot. There he sits on his knees, between your legs, and a coat of sweat glistens on his skin. He looks ethereal and hot. Yeah, you’d let him rearrange your insides.

He chuckles, finding your lusty eyes ogling him. “You’re making me shy!”

And you hook your arms under your knees, pulling your legs to your chest. You bite your lips with a sultry look on your face, and he groans, watching your pussy glisten under the light. He readjusts himself, feeling your folds with his tip again.

You gasp and moan as his length fills you up, stretching your walls. You haven’t had sex in over a year, and you’re feeling the effects now. Tears well up, and you close your eyes, attempting to adjust to his length. Seokmin leans down, kissing your tears away, and you open your eyes, finding his chocolate eyes staring at you with love and lust.

“Shit. Is it too much? I can pull out, baby.” He softly says, voice laced with concern. You shake your head, whispering a ‘no.’ You lift your head up, slotting your lips against his.

You hook your hands around his nape, deepening the kiss. He holds your waist as you wrap your legs around his hips, holding still till you adjust. Your gummy walls grip his length tightly, making his head spin. After a few moments, you pull away from the kiss, taking a deep breath and nodding at him.

Seokmin pulls out slowly, leaving only his tip in before slowly sinking back. You both moan in unison when he fills up again. He does this a few times before settling into a comfortable and pleasurable pace. You moan with each snap of his hips towards yours, eyes rolling back in pleasure. His cock kisses your walls in all the right places.

His moans mix with yours in the bedroom, along with the sounds of your hips meeting. Your cunt squeezes his cock, and the wetness allows him to easily slide his cock in and out of you. The feeling of your arousal coating his cock is sinful, and your naked skin on his makes warmth pool in his chest.

He catches your lips in a sensual kiss, slowing down his pace. His tongue slides against yours easily, wandering your mouth. Your arousal drips down, sticking to his balls with each thrust. You bite his lower lip, making him whine into your mouth, and fasten his pace a bit. You slide your hand between your bodies to stimulate your clit, but he beats you to it.

Long, slender fingers rub at your clit, drawing in your orgasm. You buck your hips up, desperately meeting his cock and fingers. Seokmin moans when you clench his cock, speeding up his climax. You whine, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, and he feels his cock twitch as well. His pace stutters, turning erratic as he kisses you messily.

With a moan of his name, you cum on his cock and hold onto him for dear life. He follows suit, hips stuttering to a halt as ribbons of cum paint your walls. He rests his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath. You sigh in bliss, his warm cum filling you up to the brim.

He pulls out, falling to your side and instantly pulling you into a cuddle. His cum oozes out, and it should feel dirty, but it doesn’t. Instead, it feels like home, warm and cozy, with his cum filling up your cunt.

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear, and you giggle, feeling his breath tickle you. You can’t see him, but you feel his smile. “I love you too, baby.” And you giggle again when he kisses your neck, accidentally tickling you again.

His strong hands wrap around you comfortingly. And a serene silence envelops you both. Only for a while, though, “should I order pizzas?”

You heartily laugh, slapping his chest lightly, and peck his cheeks. He adorably grins at you, pulling you closer. You rest your head on his chest, hugging him with a lazy smile.

“Was that ok?” he voices out.

“Hmm, the pizza?”

His chest reverberates as he chuckles, “No—I mean yes. That’s also there but…”

“Was the … sex good?” he finishes, and you look up, meeting his curious eyes tinged with insecurity. But you smile brightly at him, nodding, “The best I’ve ever had.” His eyes widen before he squints at you playfully.

“Don’t lie, it was that good?”

“Yep. 10/10. Best cock in the world.”

You both laugh, and he adds, “your...” He coughs, “uhhh...” He gives up, gesturing towards your heat and nodding in acknowledgment. Your body shakes with laughter, and he hides his face shyly. You remove his hands and kiss his face, hugging him closer. Silence settles again, and you feel content in his arms before he speaks again.

“Also, pizza ok?”

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petew21-blog · 2 days

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Swap your face

I woke up to the sound of a masculine voice above me

"It's good to see you're awake, Mr. Robinson. I'm Dr. Brown. How are you feeling?"

I opened my eyes. Confused by the sudden abundance of bright light. Then I noticed a handsome man in a white doctor's coat.

"What happened?" I asked with a wheezy voice from the dry throat.

"You got into a car crash and have been in this hospital for a few days. All your vitals are stable. What do you remember?"

"I'm not sure to be honest. I remember walking through the school corridor with my friend Archie. Then he told me he would get me home. And then I remember waking up here. Nothing between that."

"Your friend got out of the car crash unharmed and has been visiting you every afternoon. Checking on you. He will be very glad to see you awake."

"Can you... water... please" my throat was hurting from all the sudden talking and now coughing and choking.

It seemed to surprise the doctor. He started nervously looking for something to drink and finally noticed a kettle with tea and a glass. I must have scared him pretty hard cause while he ran to give me the glass he spilled it all on himself. He murmured something and then got me a newly filled glass. He then took of his wet and stained coat.

"Sorry for that. Don't know what got into me. How is your throat? Feeling better?"

I calmed him by speaking up, but he still checked my throat and used his stethoscope. This was the closest to such a hot man touching me I have ever experienced. What a manly face. Such a beautiful beard.

"All looks good. Now, I am leaving for vacation tomorrow and my shift is about to end now. I'll hand over your care to some other doctor, but I promise you they'll take great care of you."

He then rushed out of the room. What I noticed after a while was his coat lying on the chair. Hmmm. Maybe I could try it on, just for fun.

I got out of bed. Took the coat and took it with me to the bathroom. I put it on while looking at myself in the mirror and imagined me looking like him. His wavy hair. Big manly nose. Scratchy beard.

And then. Something started happening. A tingling feeling, turned into a sudden pain and then warmth all over my body. I tried to understand what just happened. But in the blink of an eye my vision change from my reflection to something undistinguishable and then into Dr. Brown.

I stood there mesmerized. And the reflection of Dr. Brown was shocked just the same. My left hand waved and so did his. I opened my mouth and he did the same. I tried to say hello ending up with "Hel.." coming out as a manly sound of the voice of my doctor leaving just a few minutes ago.

Then I took in the dact that I shapeshifted into my doctor. "Holy shit. I'm a doctor now! No. I am a sexy doctor."

No tíme to spare. I turned on the water of the bath in my bathroom. As the water kept filling the bath, I took of the robe. Looked in the mirror again. Nothing changed. With a big smile on my face, I went into the bath. Forgetting that I was full clothed.

"This is so fucking gooood. I am a man. Not a teenager anymore. My new dick was so throbing hard. I held it over my boxers and kept touching and squeezing everything that got in the way of my hand. I just enjoyed the warmth of the water over my manly body.

"Are you ok doctor?" a nurse came in with a surprised look on her face

"What? Ah. Eh. Oh yeah. Everything is fine. I just had to... Do you need me for something right now?" I tried not to explain what I just did to not get myself and Dr. Brown in trouble. Too late I guess

"Ok... well, where the patient from this room is? And then I need you to hand over the paperwork to Dr. Manfeld before you leave for holiday. Also. Your pager, phone and wallet have been found in the intern locker room. "

"Yeah. The... uh... patient woke up and has a visit from his friend. I checked him and his vitals were fine so I told him to take a short walk. I'll give you everything needed you mentioned. And Thank you"

The nurse looked at me strangely and then left.

I got out of the bath. Dried myself a went straight to the locker room. Found clothes wuth the name tag Dr. Brown. Yeah, these clothes fit much nicer than before. I took the belongings and put them in my pants. I stood in front of the mirror a started making goofy faces at myself. "I'm the sexiest doctor with a big cock! I'm gonna cum so hard" I said to my reflection. What made this moment kinda unpleasant was the fact that I didn't notice a bunch pf interns changing behind me.

"Are you feeling ok Dr.?" asked me the hot, tall, shirtless one. Man I have to make them scared of me. I'm their boss after all.

"What are you looking at? Have you finished everything you were supposed to? Or is standing around here and watching me more beneficial?"

They just ran away in fear. Man this is fun. Maybe I could take some of the bigger guys clothes with me just to try if the power still works on other clothes. I put his shir from the locker in my bag and left.

While walking out of the hospital the phone rang. "Yeah, Da.... Brown speaking"

"Dr. You won't believe what happened. We found the patient and he was wandering around and claiming to be you. We got him sedated and in bed. Maybe there will be more neurological damage than you thought? Sorry for the assumption. I'll let the other doctor know. Enjoy your vacation"

"What. The. Fuck. So, not only I shifted into Dr. Brown. He shifted into me as well? So I can basically swap bodies by wearing a piece of clothing with someone? Man. That's brilliant"

I took off my shirt, enjyoing such the view of my chest and proceeded to walk through the alley heading to Archie. He's gonna be mind blown

1 hour later I was standing in Archie's room. Explaining everything. He didn't believe at first, but after saying some stuff only I knew, he believed. I let him touch my new chest, which helped a bit to calm him down.

"That's really cool, bro. So he has your body now in the hospital and you're here in his body. Wow. What do you think that caused it?"

"Don't know and don't really care as long as the power works."

"So you're gonna swap with other people now? How does it work then? Does Dr. Brown turn back into himself or does he change back and your own body will swap with the next person you swap with?"

"Well, how about we find out?"

I took off his shirt he was wearing, smiled and put it on.

A moment of waiting. Then the same feeling as before came and suddenly I was a bit shorter, paler and weaker. In front of me was sitting Dr. Brown with a huge smile on his face.

"Holy shit dude. We can swap bodies with anybody. But you just lost your dream body to me. Don't you want it back?"

"Nah. I wanna explore it from a different point of view now. Besides. I already got a body in mind I can get."

#body switch #body swap #male body swap #male shapeshift #Clothes body swap

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benkeibear · 3 days

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⋆꙳✧༄ Patching them up after a fight

꒰ ͜͡➸ You patch them up after a fight and put silly bandaids on their wounds just because you can

❖ Characters: Shinichiro, Benkei, Takeomi, Wakasa

❖ Reader: genderneutral

❖ WARNINGS: Mentions of physical fights, wounds and blood, a little suggestive at Takeomi

❖ A/n: I miss writing for TR so much so have this hehe

☰ Shinichiro:

ꕤ Shinichiro comes home a lot of times with random cuts and bruises. Not all of them are from fights, most of them happen while working with the bikes.

ꕤ But the nights he does comes home all bruised and battered, he wants nothing more than to crawl into your arms.

ꕤ He insists that he can take care of his own wounds but he wants you close before and after.

ꕤ He's a man but wounds hurt and he's not afraid to show his pain or even to cry, not caring about if it's considered “unmanly” or whatever.

ꕤ Shin adores you even more when you get the first aid kit out and insist on patching him up despite his initial protests.

ꕤ He feels so bad when you take care of him like that because him getting into fights and ending up as a punching bag should never be your problem.

ꕤ You of course don't mind it, gently dabbing the cotton swab over the cuts to clean them out and Shin doesn't even wince when it burns.

ꕤ His eyes are trained on your face, smiling softly when your brows furrow from concentration or when you pout at a specially nasty wound.

ꕤ Quiet “thank you’s” are mumbled by him when you start applying ointment before looking for band aids and start to snicker to yourself.

ꕤ “Looks like you only have the ones for your siblings left,” you say amused and present him the little dinosaur and pink star bandaids which makes him laugh.

ꕤ “I use these more than they do. Keep forgetting to buy new ones,” he explains amused and picks the green dinosaur ones.

ꕤ Gently you apply them to the few wounds that need a bandaid, a pink star one right on his cheek because you insisted on it.

ꕤ Shinichiro can't help but smile when he looks himself over. It shouldn't be so funny but you somehow took away the pain and tiny dinosaurs litter his skin as you make sure to kiss each and every bruise.

☰ Benkei:

ꕤ Benkei rarely ever needed you to patch him up, usually he would do so before he comes back home and you can only see his knuckles bandaged - the skin probably broke from throwing one too many punches.

ꕤ But this time he came home with a cut right on his nose, his face black and blue along with his almost signature look of busted knuckles.

ꕤ “Benks… let me help you,” you mumble and practically drag him to the bathroom where you force him to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

ꕤ Benkei remained silent, far too tired to protest your tender hands and silently he thanked you for not even asking about any of it.

ꕤ Without further questions you kneeled down and started cleaning his knuckles, a hiss escaping him from the sting but the moment you kissed the back of his hand it was all better.

ꕤ While you wrapped bandages around his big hands he started apologizing to you for causing you trouble but you scolded him for thinking that this is trouble.

ꕤ Once his hands were taken care of you raised to stand between his legs, a frown on your lips when you saw his busted nose.

ꕤ “You know what I told you about cuts on your face,” you started and he only chuckled, knowing you get the hello kitty bandaids out now in hopes he will be more careful next time.

ꕤ His friends tease him to no end about it, but he doesn't mind. He thinks it's cute that you care enough about him to even do this.

ꕤ A bright pink bandaid rested on the bridge of his nose now and you couldn't help the laugh escaping your throat but he followed right behind.

ꕤ “That should be my new daily look, don't you think? I look so dangerous now,” he joked around and pulled you closer for a kiss.

☰ Takeomi:

ꕤ Takeomi never came home when he was vulnerable, not wanting to seem weak around you.

ꕤ But he seemed to have forgotten about the punch he got into his face hours back that left his forehead split open, dried blood staining his forehead and cheek.

ꕤ When he came home you immediately crowded him, not used to seeing your lover like this and cupped his face.

ꕤ “Calm down I'm not dying,” he grumbled and held onto your wrists to remove your hands from his face but you jerked your hands out of his grasp.

ꕤ “Perhaps you're not dying but let me at least clean this up,” you insist and he follows you into the bathroom to sit down on the closed toilet seat.

ꕤ “Only so I won't ruin the sheets with blood,” he lied with a straight face, craving your gentle touch, wanting to be taken care of

ꕤ Ever so gently you cleaned his wound for him, standing between his legs since he always sat with his legs wide open.

ꕤ His hands rested on your butt as you cleaned his wound, a dirty smirk on his lips “I need to. It hurts sooooo bad,” he mused, giving the globes of your ass a squeeze.

ꕤ You knew he was playing around by the way the smirk danced over his lips but you let him, planning your own revenge.

ꕤ Once the wound was cleaned up and the ointment put on you got out the most childish bandaids you could find, little green stripes with glittering duckies.

ꕤ Takeomi didn't even see the bandaid until he looked at your handiwork in the mirror “you're so gonna pay for that, brat,” he chuckled and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom.

☰ Wakasa:

ꕤ Waka rarely ever came home with wounds that needed tending, some bruises at most, if he's been training with Benkei a lot that day.

ꕤ But the few times he did, he didn't bother tending to them, insisting that cuts will heal on their own and bruises fade in a few days.

ꕤ Whenever you caught him with wounds he knew he was done for, protesting against your soft treatment so you learned how to drag him to the bathroom by force.

ꕤ “I'm not some kid. Let me at least do this myself,” he protested and ripped his arm from your grip but you gave him a stern look.

ꕤ “Even Senju acts more mature. Stop acting up,” you fired back, hating how he neglected himself from time to time. He has a big ego but that won't heal wounds.

ꕤ In the end it's a fight of who’s more stubborn and usually you win by either insisting until he gives up or by handing him his fave beer which he drinks grumpy while you tend to him.

ꕤ “You need to be more careful next time,” you scold him as you dab a cotton swab drenched in alcohol over his wounds.

ꕤ There is absolutely no reaction in his face but the way his muscles tense tell you that he's in pain and you frown, not wanting to hurt him.

ꕤ Once you were done, you got the last few bandaids out, one butterfly clip for a deeper cut so it will stay together and cute band aids with pawprints.

ꕤ Waka jerked back upon seeing the rainbow colored band aids “that one, yes,” he points to the butterfly clip and gives the colorful paw print ones a dirty look “and those... don't you dare come near me with them,” he growled out.

ꕤ You had to stifle a laugh at his reaction and opened a light blue one after using the butterfly clip on the big cut, forcing it into his skin while trying to be as gentle as possible. “Just this one... the rest can stay open if you don't put on a shirt,” you cooed and smiled at the light blue pawprints covering a cut.

ꕤ Wakasa glared at you for a moment but knew protest was futile. “At least give my shoulders a massage to make up for this shit,” he mumbled and pointed to the cute band aid decorating his chest.

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llamagoddessofficial · 3 days

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hello llama

i have been thinking and headcanoning about vampire bad sanses lately, so i was curious if you have any thoughts about or interest in vampires of the nightmare and crew variety? (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

"do i have interest in vampires", he asks

ok, i will share my extensive vampire brainrot. but in return..... you have to write that vampire fic.... oooOOooO look into my eyes you know you want to write it ooOoOooo 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I very much like the idea of Nightmare's castle being Castlevania-style. Lots of spooky architecture, lots of ancient magical passages that haven't been seen in centuries.

Horror can be summed up in one word. Bloodlust. There's a constant hunger inside him he can't ever seem to fill, driving him almost to the point of madness. He is more beast than man. When he smells or tastes blood, he loses control of himself, becoming little more than a starving wild animal - his capability for slaughter is limited only by his appetite. So unless Nightmare requires it, he generally abstains from blood. He doesn't like losing himself so entirely.

Something about you makes him forget his hunger. Is it your voice? Your scent? He has no idea, but oh, it feels good to feel whole. When you're around it's as if he'll never be hungry again... he follows you like a dog, grinning intensely every time you look at him. This is one hound that can't be shaken.

Despite his 'condition', he finds a lot of solace in cooking. Nothing will give him the same drug-like rush as blood but human food is nonetheless warm and filling and distracts him momentarily from the emptiness. He enjoys the process of making it, too, doing something with his hands. Let him cook for you, please? Watching you eat brings him vicarious joy.

Dust's backstory is one of legend. Something resembling a story can be spun from the loose whispers. A vampire invaded his peaceful isolated village hundreds of years ago, intending to turn the helpless populace into enslaved vampires. Dust, the first to be bitten, turned and slaughtered them all himself - and despite being a vampire for barely a week, the equivalent of a stumbling newborn, he killed the centuries-old invading vampire in single combat.

No one's quite sure why he's joined Nightmare. Perhaps Nightmare was keen to take this uniquely violent creature under his wing, and Dust just didn't really care where the wind took him. Or perhaps he has some other motive, hidden beneath that silent face. Who knows.

... Dust might be quiet, but it's obvious he's fixated on you. Which is a big deal. This is a creature who hasn't mustered a second thought for anything but blood for decades; but somehow, you've excited him. He's very clearly interested in you, silently watching your every move, listening intently to every word you say. Too bad he's not much for conversation.

Killer's backstory, on the other hand, is shrouded entirely in mystery. No one knows where he came from, who he is, or what he's done. He simply appeared one day - right within the coveted inner circle of Nightmare himself. He's the Night King's most trusted weapon, and the closest thing he has to a friend.

Killer seems very clear about what he wants. He thinks you're adorable, and he says you'd make such a pretty vampire. He talks (at length) about how much he wants to bite you, and how if it were up to him you'd already be one of them. A lot of his flirting involves calling you things like sweet treat and honeyblood. However... despite all the taunting, all the talk of seeing you as food, Killer is the one in the castle who treats you with the most respect. The others seem to see you as an object, a cute toy, something to squish and own. Killer talks to you like you're a real person. You can't help but like him for it.

Nightmare's inferiority complex has driven him to declare himself the king of the vampires. No one contests - Nightmare is royalty by blood, and vampires place a lot of emphasis on blood. But even if he wasn't, Nightmare frequently murders those who won't bend the knee. Plenty of powerful vampires have fallen embarrassingly fast at his hand.

... Nightmare's goal is to make you agree to be his spouse. A pretty little human partner would be excellent for his image. It would not only demonstrate his incredible self control as such an ancient vampire (not to mention his control over his warriors), but it would also show that his power is so great he doesn't need to strike a political marriage with another powerful vampire. It might also convince some of the pesky rebellious human groups to settle down.

His pride means that he won't force you. Not yet, at least. He likes to think he can seduce you. He's a royal vampire, after all, and you're just a simple human - isn't it only a matter of time?

... But it seems like, as time goes on... he's the one falling.

#llamagines #whatever you do don't think about you accidentally cutting your finger and triggering horror's bloodlust #don't think about the other vampires rushing in and trying to restrain him in a panic. but even the three of them can't hold him back #don't picture him pinning you with his jaws wide open...#then don't imagine him freezing. tears beginning to fall out of his sockets as he draws you into his arms #dont think about him pressing his teeth against your throat but not biting #almost as if he wants to feel your pulse so he knows youre alive and he hasnt hurt you without realising #don't think about how he seems just as confused and scared as you are #ok thank you for not thinking abt that

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jacaerysgf · 1 day

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Not a one time thing

r.q: being friends with benefits, with jace where you both end up drunk at a party and end up having sx and the next day you guys laugh it off and forget abt it. but jace starts to crave you more and first you’re hesitant about it, but then you guys agree on friends with benefits. now you guys js randomly whenever you’re stressed or in the mood and calling eachother in the middle of the night. jace starts to catch feelings and like fights the urge to say ily while they’re doing it. and then they js like end up together idk. but you’re like my fav jace writer rn

w.c: 1k

c.w: slight nsfw, sweet jace, mutual pining, fwb to lovers, cute little drabble, not proofread, written with f!reader in mind but is basically gn!reader

You thought your slip up with Jace would be a one time thing, that after the two of you walk out of the party laughing about it that that would be it. Yet not even two nights later you’re staring down at a “are you up?” text from him. You don’t answer him, texting him back in the morning and saying you had been asleep and asking him what he needed, he had said it was nothing and he ‘figured it out’ but that just left you way too curious.

Yet when he shows up at your house at two am with his puppy dog eyes and a rock between his legs you let him push you on the couch and let him have you once again. When you wake up and he’s making breakfast in your kitchen shirtless you decide to lay down some ground rules to quell the pounding of your heart.

Strictly friends with benefits. No feelings attached. exclusively one another, definitely a rule in place just to avoid stds, no other reason. Arrangement must be broken off is one of you begins to like someone else.

Sounds easy enough. Its a good stress reliever for you, whenever you have a test or your studying is not going as well as expected you give him a ring and he’s quick to show up to take your mind off of it and you do the same for him. It works well, at least for you, but Jace seems to be struggling a lot more then you are.

You can’t tell he is of course. He is good at hiding it, but it begins to grow more and more daunting as he’s thrusting into you, staring at your with heart eyes that you can’t see since your eyes are closed, his thumb rubs affectionally on your jaw as he watches you climax, it’s gotten to the point he has no care for his own pleasure, he gets his fill from watching your eyes rolls in the back of your head.

Four times. It was a new record for him. Four times he almost told you that he loved you. He watches you as you scroll through your phone, oblivious to the internal battle he’s having. You are so beautiful. You haven’t even bothered to put back on any of your clothes, he admires you fully, he had no clue how long he was until you look at him with a raised brow, “You like what you see big guy?”

He loves you.

He simply reaches over and places a kiss on your lips before he lays back down. “What’s that for?” Because i love you. “To shut you up.” You roll your eyes and smack him on the chest. “Says you while staring at my bare chest you perv.”

He thinks he can keep it in for awhile, let his feelings pass. Yet he ends up blowing up. You have been spending a lot more time with cregan. Cregan fucking stark his best friend yet he has never wanted to murder a man more. Why are you walking around and smiling with him? Why did you fucking bail on him one night to hang out with cregan?

“Is this over?”

You turn to him confused, setting down the pizza you had ordered for the two of you down on the table and shake your head, “What are you talking about?”

His posture is rigid, he’s fiddling around with his fingers, he would normally be shirtless but you take notice of the fact he’s wearing a plain white shirt. “Are we over?”

“No? Why would,” You attempt to put it in the words, we seems to intimate despite the fact that's how he worded it, “our arrangement,, end? You like someone?”

“What about cregan? You like him don’t you?” You tilt your head at him and let out a confused laugh. “You mean your best friend cregan? what the fuck are you on about?”

“You said our arrangement ends if one of us starts to like someone else.” “Yes i did, so what you think i like cregan?” “Yes.” This is what breaks you and you laugh, you cover your face in your hands as you turn away and you laugh. “what the are you talking about? No i don’t like cregan. Why would it matter if i did?”

“Because i love you.” You freeze. You turn around quickly to stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“I love you. I don’t want to be some stupid arrangement. I want there to be us, we. Together.”

You gulp, you feel your feelings you’ve kept locked down bubbling up to the surface. You have to be rational, he is clearly not thinking straight you know him. “Jace. This is coming from you being jealous you shouldn’t say stuff like that. Hey ill stop hanging out with cregan without you-”

“No. I’m in love with you. This is not because I’m fucking jealous, sure maybe i am but i am so madly in love with you everyday i have to stop myself from professing my love to you from the highest mountain. If I'm saying this because I'm jealous then why do i feel the urge to tell you i love you while you’re withering underneath me. I love you.”

He had made his way over to you. He stands in front of you looking like a kicked puppy. “If you don’t feel the same we should end this. Never speak again, maybe that would kill me but i can’t just keep ignoring how i feel for you any longer.” He tenses in your silence, “Please answer me.”

“I never wanted to get into this arrangement with you because i knew one day i would crack. I ignored your calls and texts because i was so nervous to begin this dangerous game with you because i am so madly in love with you Jace.”

He rushes to cup your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss. You can feel him grinning against your lips and he must feel the way you’re smiling back.

“Does boyfriend Jace fuck anything different than friend Jace?”

“You’re about to find out.”

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jadestone2 · 2 days

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Bleeding hearts

Theme: nsfw

Summary: After being taken by the doppelganger of Francis, it was actually peaceful. But it seems another doppelganger wants you too

Pair: Izaack doppelganger & Francis doppelganger x chubby reader

Tw: monster fucking, double penetration, tentacle use, monster-like features, spanking, overstim, praise

Back? Stay? Nothing

art by: @sidhion

Ever since the copy of Francis took you, you actually felt loved. It was weird to say, how could a monster who killed many be built to love, but he apparently didn’t act like the rest of his kind.

You were curled in a bed, though you felt small, it was two times your size! Well, it’s to accommodate the large copy who is currently enjoying himself.

His head rests on your exposed breast, his hot breath hitting your nipple. He seemed to enjoy skin contact, often complaining about the texture of clothes being rough.

He liked how he could feel the heat of your body, the softness of your flesh.

But be fooled just because he’s a monster, he would never stain your flesh with blood. You even started to develop affection for the man, he treated you as a lover, not a blood bag.

His black tentacles wrapped around your thighs, and hip. He wanted to feel every inch of your body, greedy creature.

The deep purrs could be heard from the half asleep copy, you giggle. Your fingers comb through his slicked hair, untangling any knots.

“What’s so funny?” Francis grumbles, peeking up at you.

It was weird to call him Francis, he definitely wasn’t him. But he told you to just call him Francis, he really did know about the crush you had on the real Francis.

Looking at him reminds you of the old Francis, the man who you'll never see again. Hopefully he’s doing good in this forsaken world.

“Oh nothing~” you coo, smiling down at the man who snuggles closer to your breast.

His heated breath hits the poor hard nipple, making the numb harden even more. Francis perks up when he hears a quiet shuffle, his tentacles unwrapping around your body.

“What a cute mate you have, old friend~ though I wished I was able to get to her first” a voice chuckles, you could hear the anger in his voice though he tried to conceal it.

Francis’s grip on your body tightens, pulling you closer to him. Emerging from the shadows was a man who looked like Izaack, except with sharp claws and scales.

He sends you a grin, sharp canines visible. You couldn’t help but to shiver, they could pierce through flesh with ease.

“It’s a crime to keep a pretty human hidden from your best friend..” Izaack says, his grin dropping when he talks to Francis

They definitely weren’t “friends” as Izaack makes them sound like, something happened between them. The black claws on Francis's hand threaten to tear the blanket, anger coasting through his blood.

“Mmh, you missed the point that she’s mine.. not yours” Francis says, claws poking holes into the blanket.

“Oh.. but we used to share everything together, did you forget?” Izaack fake pouts, he was pushing Francis.

Izaack fake pouts, grinning when you give him a weirded look. He chuckles, stepping closer to you and Francis.

“Old times, don’t push your luck” Francis threatens, the tentacles of his pointing at Izaack with eerie intentions.

“Oh come on~ you wouldn’t mind sharing her with little ol’ me? She looks so delicate, so delicious” Izaack grins, licking his lips.

Your eyes widened in shock, not only was his tongue snake-like, but he has four! Almost as he knew the effect he had on you, he chuckles.

“She seems curious, won’t you let me show her my tricks~? I promise I won’t bite her, unless she wants~” He coos, his footsteps echoing around the room as he walks closer to you.

Francis takes a glance at you, the gleam of curiosity filled your eyes, you really were interested in this punk. He sighs, his finger rubbing on your plush hips.

“Mmh, as long as she’s fine with it..” Francis grits, glaring at Izaack.

Izaack sends you a wink, his eyes filled with a lustful stare. Izaack now was close to you, his hand rubbing on your exposed thigh.

“What do you say, sweetheart?” Izaack says, leaning closer to your face.

You look at Francis for a split second, turning to look back at Izaack with a nod. Izaack sends you a charming smile, clearly happy you agreed.

His clawed hands cup your breast, tracing the stretch marks that cover the mound. He carefully squeezes your breast, careful to not prick you with his knife-like nails.

Izaack’s tongues swirl around your nipple, the constant stimulation making you whimper. You could feel something rubbing on your cunt, Francis’s tentacles rubbing up and down your clit.

You let out a choked gasp, one of Francis’s tentacles sink deep in your cunt. You your moans fill the room as the tentacle inside your cunt pokes at your walls, rubbing on your g-spot.

“Does that feel good? I bet it does, your moaning so loud~” Izaack coos, peppering kisses to your neck.

You nod your head, spreading your thighs wider to give Francis more access. You tense up feeling another tentacle sink into your hole, slowly pumping in and out to loosen you up.

You grab at Francis's hands, leaning your neck back. You could feel Izaack’s tongue rubbing down your neck, nibbling on your sweet spot.

Francis pushes you down to the bed, your face resting in the pillow with your ass in the air. You could feel someone’s hand squeezing at the flesh of your ass, giving the area a smack.

“I think the guest of honor should go first” You could Izaack say, you could already imagine the glare Francis sent him.

“Not happening” Francis sighs, pressing his hard cock on your cunt.

“So cruel..” Izaack taunts, holding your hands to keep you from scrambling away.

Francis slowly sinks his cock into your cunt, his tentacles stimulating your clit. Your eyes roll back, biting on the pillow to stifle your moans.

The feeling of Francis’s cock dragging slowly in and out of your cunt, plus the stimulation on your clit was enough to bring tears in your eyes. A pair of hands gently lift your head from the pillow, kissing your lips.

You moan, multiple tongues exploding your mouth. Izaack grunts in a satisfied tone, pulling back from your already so swollen lips.

A thin sheet of spit connects your lips to his, a cunning grin on his face. You moan, looking back to see Francis who's moaning in pleasure as he slams his hips into your body.

“Aw, gonna cum already? Why don’t you show me how good you can be, sweet thing” Izaack chuckles, kissing your cheek.

You whine, closing your eyes in pleasure as you mouth shapes an O. Francis grunts in pleasure, slowly down his hips. Spurts of cum fills your womb, making you sigh.

“My turn now, little lover boy” Izaack say, shoving Francis away from your body.

Francis grunts, you could tell he wanted to say something snarky but he holds back. Francis whispers sweet nothings in your ear to distract you from the sting, Izaack was larger than Francis.

You groan, before letting out a gasp as you feel both of your holes being filled up. Izaack’s hand grab at your love handles, squishing the soft flesh.

“It’s ok my love, just relax from him” Francis says, peppering kisses on your tear stained face.

“That’s right, honey. Relax for me, let me take care of you better than that idiot could ever~” Izaack coos, chuckling when Francis growls.

You could see the shine in Francis's fangs, threatening to hurt Izaack. You couldn’t do much but moan, the pleasure making your head gone.

Izaack’s claws grab at the fabric of the pillow, pounding you into the bed. The base of Izaack’s cock has a white ring of cum, only getting more messier as you cum around his cock.

Francis’s tentacles twist your nipples gently, paying attention to the hard buds. Izaack groans as you clench tighter around his cock, your head buried into the pillows.

“Fuck.. she’s good, gonna cum for you, baby~” Izaack praises, his pace slowly getting sloppy.

“Mmh, don’t get too excited” Francis grunts, jealousy dripping from his voice.

Izaack only chuckles, slamming his hips. He says still, his hot cum filling your womb even more.

He slowly pulls out, watching cum drip from your abused cunt. He sighs, lying beside you.

“You should get used to me, friend. I don’t plan on leaving for a while, not when this cutie is here” Izaack teases, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Izaack pulls your body closer, rubbing your shoulder. He buries your head in his chest, chuckling when he hears the soft snores from you.

Francis groans, moving closer to get the heat from your body. His fingers trace hearts on your love handles, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

You slowly fall deeper in the embrace of sleep, hearing the quiet arguing between the two doppelgangers. Now you have two boyfriends, who are going to fight for your attention.

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aspecbuddie · 3 days

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Hii :D

No pressure writing prompt,

From this list about seeking out physical affection : acting like they're cold to have an excuse to cuddle or share clothes or blankets

Hey!!! Thanks for the prompt!! 💚💚💚 I thought I was going to not do this after a couple false starts and then ended up writing nearly 1k for it xD

“Hey can I uh… can I steal a hoodie from you for the evening?” Buck asks, after a minute of rummaging through his bag. “I must have left mine in my locker.”

“Sure,” Eddie replies, not taking his eyes off the movie. “If there’s not one in my room there should be one in the dryer.”

He doesn’t blame Buck for being forgetful at the end of that shift. It had been a truly awful one – one of those shifts that ends with everyone calling their shrinks to see if they can get an emergency appointment. Eddie already had an appointment with Frank booked for the next day, so he waited patiently for Buck to finish sorting his own out before inviting him back to the house for a movie night with Chris.

Although Chris had only spent the duration of a single movie with them tonight before excusing himself to his room under the guise of having homework to complete. The likelihood of him actually doing homework is low, but tonight Eddie doesn’t have it in him to care. His kid is safe and happy and alive under his roof, who cares if he’s doing his homework or playing video games. Some kids can’t do either anymore.

Buck returns a few minutes later, wearing Eddie’s old, tatty, LAFD hoodie and clutching two fresh beers, one of which gets placed on the coffee table in front of Eddie.

They settle back into quietly watching the movie, and Eddie at least is trying to avoid letting his thoughts stray back to the last twelve hours. It’s about an hour and a half later that he cannot stay sat any longer without thinking about it, so he stands up and starts to head towards the kitchen.

He turns to Buck, about to ask if he wants anything while he’s up, but his best friend’s appearance stops the words in their tracks.

Buck is sat the other end of the couch, where he’s been all night, with his feet up and knees pulled loosely to his chest, the sleeves of Eddie’s hoodie pulled over his hands where they’re hugging his legs. His face is flushed, and there’s something that looks like a tear running down towards his chin. Except, as Eddie studies him for a few seconds longer and notices another one on Buck's forehead, he realises it must actually be sweat.

Out of habit, maybe, Eddie reaches out and feels Buck’s forehead with the back of his hand.

Buck swats his hand away. “Dude what the fuck?”

“Take the hoodie off, Buck. You’re boiling hot, man, you feel like you have a fever. D’ya want me to get the medicine from the cabinet or… uh… I can—”

“Eddie it’s not a fever. I’ll… I’ll take the hoodie off, okay?” Buck swings his legs back over onto the floor and pulls the hoodie over his head, before handing it to Eddie. “Happy?”

Eddie just stares at Buck. “Why did you even put it on? There’s no way you could have been cold when you asked for it.”

“I uh…” Buck rubs his neck sheepishly. “I feel like shit after that shift a-and uh… I knew it would smell like… like this house and… and like you. And… I don’t know it’s just… it’s… it’s…”

“Comforting?” Eddie suggests.

Buck nods.

There’s something about this new piece of knowledge – about knowing that his house and his presence is comforting to his best friend – that eases a small bit of his own post-shift heartache. He wonders if Buck has ever had someone to borrow clothes from before, because Eddie hasn’t. Shannon and Ana had borrowed his clothes during their respective relationships, but Eddie had never been able to do the same – nothing of theirs would have fit him.

He's strangely glad he can do this for Buck,, although it’s not ideal that Buck is literally overheating just to get a small amount of comfort.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, leaving the room with a hoodie and returning a minute later, handing Buck the new item in his hand. Buck looks up at him with a questioning glance. “The hoodie was too hot so, uh, I thought one of my t-shirts might work better.”

The look of awe on Buck’s face is overwhelming. Instead of saying anything, he stands up and pulls off the t-shirt he’s already wearing – which is sweat-soaked in places. Eddie feels a surprising need to look away for the couple seconds that Buck is shirtless; he’s not sure why, they change in front of each other all the time.

When he looks back, Buck is wearing one of Eddie’s slightly less worn black tees. Buck opens and closes his mouth a few times, but doesn’t say anything. Eddie can’t think of anything to say either, so he does the only thing he can think of, and pulls Buck in for a hug.

It’s strange, for Buck to have the scent of Eddie’s laundry detergent mixed with his shower gel from the station. But strange in a good way, and while the hug is short, it further eases the cloud in Eddie’s head.

The movie is still playing, and when Buck sits back down on the couch, Eddie sits closer to him, only an inch of space between their bodies. When Buck shuffles across and closes that space, Eddie reaches an arm across the back of the couch and rests his hand on Buck’s shoulder, pulling Buck gently closer against him.

“Just ask next time,” he whispers. “Or don’t. If it makes you feel better just… just take the clothes, Buck.”

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puck-bunny-for-all · 2 days

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Ooh oh oh me 🙋🏼‍♀️

Insta edit for Nico please where he and his girl spend the summer in Switzerland. Because first of all off season Nico —> need I say more? And second of all I love the mountains. Would be cool if you could include some pretty scenery pics

Some banter in the comments about Jack missing his bestie (Nico) and her being like ‘well too bad he’s mine now’ and whatever else you wanna add 🥰

bless Nico and your future babies anon I LOVE YOU! why do I feel like off season Nico is nothing but outdoor activities and cuddles omg. <3

OFF SEASON JEALOUSY - N.H

y/user : NJ 🛫 CH with views almost as beautiful as him ❤️‍🔥 (also im never letting him take any of my insta pics again see pic 3 for reference)

tagged : @nicohischier

nicohischier : you're my best view 🤩

↪ y/user : babe I love you but not this again

jackhughes: so @nicohischier you get a girl and you forget all about your best friend who would do anything for you 🤧😤😭

↪nicohischier : @jackhughes I plead the fifth?

↪jackhughes : @y/user I WANT MY MAN BACK!

↪y/user : @jackhughes im SORRY uhm YOUR man?????!!!!!!??? HES MINE FOREVER 🫷🏻🤡

_quinnhughes : you two disgust me 🤢

↪ y/user : quinnifer that is rude @_quinnhughes

lhughes_06 : COME WATCH ONE OF MY GAMES YOU BITCHES! 🏒

dawson1417 : @jackhughes wtf what about me bro🤬

↪ jackhughes : I got some bad news if u thought u were my number 1

ybsf : I MISS YOU Y/N PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COME BACK HOMEEEEE!

ybsf : also WHY TF wasn't I invited to at least the freaking picnic @nicohischier 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

↪ nicohischier : @ybsf uhm bc we are not dating....

curtislazar95 : @jackhughes petition to #bringhomeourcap ? 🤨

↪ jackhughes : @curtislazar95 say less buddy lsfg🫡

A.N : ok hi, I know I said my last post was my last of the night but then beautiful anon requested this with my Swiss string cheese so I deliver. IM SORRY it wasn't long ya girl has been up since 4am lol.

I hope I did your idea justice in someway, I might re-work it tomorrow if I have time as well.

Anywhossss that is all for now my little gorls

xoxoxoxo, M

TAGS : @skylershines

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plussizefantasia · 18 hours

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Don't Call Me Kitty

Bucky Barnes x Black Cat! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Reader is plus size and it's talked about being somewhat of a negative thing (its not) , language, I think that's it

AN: This is part one of the BlackCat!Reader x Bucky work that I've been working on for a while. It was a request although I can't seem to find the original request anymore. This is part one of six, all fully written but I decided to split it up because this is by far the longest thing I've ever written and I wanted to publish it in chunks. Let me know if you like it, or if the rest of this should just stay hidden in my drafts for all of eternity.

If you had to spend one more fucking minute in the same car as James Buchanan Barnes, one of you would be dying. And you are pretty fucking confident that it won't be you.

He won't get off your back. Every chance he has it seems like he launches himself at the opportunity to remind everyone that you weren’t always the goody two shoes he thinks you are pretending to be. But God forbid you call him out on the obvious hypocrisy he's spewing because then you’d have to face Rogers and the inevitable tirade he’d go off on about how his best friend was never a bad man, just deeply broken and how the actions he’d taken while under Hydra’s control were not his own.

You don’t take issue with Barnes bringing up your past, it's not a secret. Everyone on the team had at one point been the focus of your ire on one of your bad days and that more often than not led to some sort of discussion where you would disclose more and more about the things you were trying to forget. Your issue with Barnes was that he was trying to insinuate you were one of the good guys. And you’d rather die than admit you were an Avenger.

You are not, nor will you ever be a good guy. You aren’t necessarily a bad guy, but you are not a goody two shoes. Barnes knows that, he also knows that it pisses you off to no end when he tries to tell everyone that you're acting like one.

“Shoulda seen the way she was sucking up to Fury Stevie, she’s trying to be teacher’s pet I’m tellin’ ya.” You were not sucking up to Fury you were stealing his wallet and trying to distract him so he wouldn’t notice the fifty bucks you lifted, but Barnes didn’t need to know that.

The worst thing about this hate that you have for James Barnes was the fact that you know deep down you don’t hate him at all. Sure, he pushes your buttons and knows just what to say to get you to want to knock his pretty little teeth out. But he's also a genuinely good guy and most of the time isn't all that bad to be around. But god it's so much easier to hate him than it is to sift through all those feelings.

There was also the fact that the two of you work well together. You can be bickering one second and covering each other’s sixes flawlessly the next. You have a theory on that though, you think that because both of you had been forced to work with people you didn’t trust very much at one point or another you got used to getting the job done no matter what other feelings were floating around in the background. That's what you try to convince yourself is the case. The idea that you and Barnes simply make a good team is nauseating.

Barnes isn’t only good to have in the field though, he has proved his worth off the battlefield when he knocked around some poor recruit who had been running his mouth about you in the training gym. The kid couldn’t have been more than twenty and honesty you weren’t going to hold his ignorance against him. If he underestimated you because of your size, then that was on him and in a way, was only gonna help you in the long run.

That was something that you had noticed early on, that most people couldn’t fathom that someone who wasn't a size four could be as good at your job as you are. “Most People” also included people on your team, it had taken you saving Tony’s life in the field more than once for him to admit that he was wrong about you. You are still trying to convince Thor that just because you look soft does not mean you can’t still kick his ass.

You have made people’s lack of faith in you into a good thing. Rich guys aren’t worried about their wallets or watches when a meek little thing bumps into them on the subway and who would suspect the overweight chick to be the one who scales the sides of buildings to get her hands on some unreleased tech from Hammer’s R&D department? Bucky Barnes.

Bucky has never regarded you with the same kind of hesitance as the others. He has never once made it seem like he thought you couldn’t get the job done because you were bigger. And you had to admit, it's refreshing. Not that you need his approval but it's still nice to not be looked at with some kind of doubt, or incredulity. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t piss you off though.

“I swear to God Barnes, if you change the radio station one more time I’m gonna cover your whole arm in fucking extra strength magnets while you're asleep.” An interesting threat sure, but one you will one hundred percent follow through on.

“The station keeps changing to static, kitty, you want to listen to static for the next three hours?” He asks. He's right, you are both on your way to some ball in Alabama and according to Tony, all the Quinjets are in use for this weekend (bullshit), which leaves you and Bucky to get there the old fashion way, a road trip.

You're already eight hours in and are currently driving through the small towns and mountains that cover a good section of the south. Which means that the radio is cutting in and out. And yeah he's right, you don’t want to listen to static but you also don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“I’d prefer the goddamn static over the song changing every five fucking seconds.”

“Well, it’s either that or silence, kitty.”

“First of all Barnes, I’ve told you not to call me kitty. It’s demeaning. Secondly, maybe some silence will do you good, you might be able to hear yourself think for once. If you’re capable of thinking.” You shoot back at him.

“Oh, kitty I have plenty of thoughts I’m pretty sure I think enough for the two of us.” He looks at you without turning his head away from the road, giving you a sidelong glance.

“Oh yeah, about what? How to get more beefy? Whatever the next idiotic insult you’ll hurl at our resident birdbrain will be? Whether or not you'll get wrinkles from the perpetual furrow in your brow?”

“I don’t think you want to know what goes on in my head, Mittens.” He pulls his bottom lip up in between his teeth to stop the smirk that is spreading across his face.

“You did not just call me fucking Mittens” Your jaw is practically on the floor. The audacity of this man.

“You said I couldn’t call you kitty. What are my other options?”

“Maybe my name? Asshole.” You also have to fight back a smile. Teasing Barnes is nice, it was the closest thing you have to a genuine relationship. Too bad you can’t stand him.

“You memorized your cover?” He asks you. You almost scoffed at him, you're not a goddamn amateur.

“Of, course. I’m Debrah Longborne, Georgian peach and heiress to my Daddy’s large fruit processing fortune.” This mission is a simple one. You're here to take down a corrupt governor and what better place to do than at the gala he and his wife organize every year? You had Tony donate to his wife’s foundation under your cover name. Large enough to draw attention but not too much attention that you can’t get your job done. “And you…?”

“Brantley Moore, Law professor at Vanderbilt, and your arm candy for the night.” You like going undercover, and this assignment is a short one, just one weekend. It's almost like being another person, just with all your skills and an ulterior motive.

“Who the hell picked the name Brantley?” You ask.

“I know right, I sound like some preppy douchebag”

“Not too far off then.”

“Fuck off.” He laughs. You like his laugh. His eyes crinkle in the corners when he does it, a brief glimpse into the years he has lived through, not all sunshine and rainbows, but enough joy to have laugh lines.

“So Debrah and Brantley met where?”

“Vanderbilt has society mixers every winter, where the professors and some select students get the chance to network with some donors and other important people. It’s a believable story plus there’s over a thousand attendees at these things which makes it easy to slip our names onto the list.”

“And whose idea was that?” you lift an eyebrow. “Mine.”

“How do you know about the Vanderbilt mixers?”

“I had a life before I met you, didn’t you know that.”

“I knew you had a life I guess I just didn’t assume it involved rubbing elbows with southern socialites at prestigious university parties.”

“I wasn’t rubbing elbows, it was for a deal made by Peirce with the university president, I was there as a bodyguard for Pierce and to cover our tracks when things inevitably got bloody.” Any hint of teasing falls from Bucky’s voice. He says shit like that sometimes. Shit that you think he says to scare you or to remind you how dangerous he was. All it does is make you sad. Nobody deserves to go through what he had, and you hate that those evil bastards had taken a great man and mangled him.

The conversation peters out after his revelation. The two of you ride in silence for the next two hours. Thirty minutes in, you get closer to the city and the radio sputters back to life. Bucky reaches to turn it off.

When you finally reach the hotel both of you are a bit on edge. You’ve been driving all day, switching back and forth every few hours but Bucky’s silence for the last little stretch seems to have affected both of you more than you’d thought.

Still, you have a job to do and you’ll be damned if you let the metal-armed nuisance ruin your reputation for perfect follow-throughs. You grab your small weekender bag out of the backseat and make your way to the front desk. You school your features and dust off the southern belle persona that has been stashed away in your metaphorical conman toolbelt.

You can feel Bucky trailing behind you, and an idea pops into your head. Swiftly turning on your heel you pass your bag into his unoccupied hand. Not giving him a chance to say no you rotate back around and march forward at a pace fitting to a very busy society woman.

Bucky sputters behind you and you toss over your shoulder, “If I’m playing an heiress this weekend, I'm not lifting a goddamn finger if I don’t have to.”

Marching the rest of the way to the desk you flash the young woman behind the counter a polite smile, “Room for Longborne”. She immediately matches your smile and begins typing away on her keyboard pulling up the reservation that was made for your cover.

“Of Course Ms. Longborne, I have you down for the Iris sweet for three nights is that correct?”

“Sounds correct to me, although if you could hold the room for one more day that would be just peachy of you, we don’t know how long our business here is going to take and it’s better to be safe than sorry. You understand of course.” You put every ounce of Southern charm into your words and pray to God that this interaction can be over sooner rather than later.

“Of course Ms., Here are your keys. Your room is on our twelfth floor and the number is embossed on the front of the card.” She hands you a package of three cards across the desk. “If you need anything at all don’t hesitate to call.”

You nod, taking the key cards from her hand, and motion for Bucky to follow you to the elevator.

The ride up to the twelfth floor is silent, much like the last stretch of the car ride. What you aren’t expecting is Bucky’s exclamation when he walks into the room before you.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” The first words Barnes has uttered in nearly two hours. “There's only one fucking bed.”

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paleroze · 20 hours

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Jing Yuan Imagines

๋. ࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋๋࣭࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭

You love this tree... Jing Yuan remembers how you adore the tree and would often rest under the blazing sun, hiding through the shades of thousands leaves with a book on your lap, the sword abandoned next to you.

He remembers how the gingko leaves fall to create an image of you so beautiful as you doze off, your back resting on the trunk of the tree as the wind blows, making the leaves sway and fall.

Jing Yuan remembers how you trained with him, swords on hand and you avoid his swings and par his sword.

"Autumn is near." You said, your voice– a lullaby in his ears. You inspect the leaf that has begun to turn yellow at the fan.

"It is, I can feel the changing of the weather." He comments, getting closer to you. "What are your plans for the upcoming season?"

"You know I have a lot of free time, I might as well stick with you." You reply, Jing Yuan chuckles offering his hand for you to hold.

"I have no objection if someone like you would always be by my side." He kisses your gloved hand, he holds a weapon many times, familiar with the weight and the callouses it gave him over the years from training, but your hand is the most delicate of them all he wishes to hold forever.

"The general of the Xianzhou Luofu shouldn't be a lazy man, it is why I am here for you to not take the same habit as Mimi." You chide.

The wind blows once more and suddenly the season changes. The gingko turned yellow as it fell and flew with the wind, the garden had grown more weeds, the water on the pond had begun to grow algae from the lack of care.

Jing Yuan watches as the person in front of him changes like the gingko leaves. How iconic as the sword he is very familiar with glows a faint yellow, and the body grows leaves and white flowers he is accustomed to.

The battlefield is harsh and merciless, only the sinners are left.

And Jing Yuan is and will always be one of them.

Your mara-stricken body has killed everyone on sight, whether it'll be the enemy, or the soldiers, your friends. No one can escape.

You are skilled, but not as experienced as the person that now stood before you. He is beyond recognizable from your eyes, you don't even know him.. Who is he?

You should kill him.

The rain hides his tears, he weeps as he cradles your body close to his bloodied clothes as if to keep you warm from the pouring rain. Even if you lay lifeless in his arms, Jing Yuan still holds you close.

Years of experienced battle, an Arbiter-General does not get many wounds yet Jing Yuan had bruises in his body, he has a wound on his side you have inflicted as he tried to bring you back, tried to not hurt you, tried to remind you that you love him.

The flowers and the gingko leaves made you beautiful, even if it grew on your skin, the yellow leaves and white flowers mixed with your beauty under the rain.

The gingko tree was your favorite.

And he made sure his garden would grow more trees of your favorite for him not to forget.

The gingko leaves are turning yellow once again, autumn is approaching.

#pale writes 18 #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #jing yuan angst #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan #hsr jing yuan

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Jungkook’s future spouse

I was going to make you wait for this one for quite a while but I have to see where the hype is coming from

They are still searching for their purpose in life. The temperance is the card of patience, balance and the silence before the storm. The storm doesn’t necessarily mean something bad is going to happen. Just that right now it looks like they are in a period of their life after they’ve done all the healing they had to. There’s nothing big going on in their life and they are waiting patiently for something to happen. They are happy with where they are now but they are a bit bored. They are looking at their life saying “fine, what should I do now”, but they don’t seem lost. With that wheel of fortune they believe something big is going to happen. They are getting close to their destiny. They are getting close to a turning point in their life. They are exited and optimistic about it,

However that 10 of pentacles reversed tells me they lack financial stability or support from their loved ones. They might be broke (we all are 😭😭). There’s this dark side of wealth so they could be someone who comes from a less wealthy family (the underdogs). Like they see rich people spending money on dumb and useless stuff while somewhere out there people are starving,

I’m gonna move to the bottom row, because I got it after I thought the reading is complete but I asked Jungkook if I should draw some more cards and he actually wanted to give me more cards but I’m the one who refused. And the bottom row is more connected to the top one than the one in the middle. Anyway the moment when I got that ace of swords I heard smart. They have a sharp mind that he will admire. Actually this could even be something that will draw his attention to this person. They are witty and their brain is always analyzing everything. Sharp tounge and doesn’t care about what they say. If something needs to be said they will raise their voice. I also have a feeling they have a clear vision of who they want to be but they get distracted very easily. They are daydreamer but they don’t do that to escape the reality, they do that because they want to see what the life has to offer to them. It’s like they know their purpose, but they still deny it deep down and force themselves to look for different options,

They might not be someone famous right now, but they will be in the future. Or if they won’t become famous they might gain a lot of recognition. But from the fact of how that man is famous, they will become as famous as him,

What’s also popping into my head is that they are meant to be famous, because of that wheel of fortune but they are a bit refusing it because like I said they are still exploring their options trying to find what’s the best for them,

Now moving to the middle row. They are very feminine on the outside at least but their soul there’s the perfect balance between the masculine and feminine. They might act very feminine. They are nurturing, especially towards their friends and family. They have this mama bear vibe to them. Also they are beautiful, both on the inside and outside. People sometimes forget the empress is not just conventional beauty. Empress also has a pure heart that loves unconditionally and lives with harmony with everyone. People might look up to her, admire her. And with those king and queen of cups she understands emotions very well. Their emotions and the emotions of the people around them. Could be very sensitive too and cry a lot. They also know how to be assertive. They know when they are supposed to be the king of cups and take care of someone’s emotions, lead them a bit and when they are supposed to put themselves first and back away to process their own feelings, generally very emotionally stable and calm, not the type you will find doing something questionable or controversial. They are too smart and compassionate to hurt people,

Outside they are very feminine but they aren’t scared of doing something traditionally masculine,

I don’t know if I mentioned it before but they seem like someone that has knowledge on many topics at the same time. Very well educated on everything that is going on in this world and many different subjects (from politics through art to useless facts). They see everything and they know everything, nothing escapes their eye,

Naturally attract attention with their presence but it’s not dark, it’s actually very light energy (light feminine) so there’s quite a lot of people starving for their attention, imagine children showing their favorite teacher a picture of the ugliest house you’ve ever seen to get some of their attention, people like to be around them because of their sunny and healing aura,

#kpop tarot #bts tarot #jungkook tarot

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the tortured poets department ☽ formula one

in which… nini creates associates the formula one drivers with songs from the tortured poets department

warnings… all highlighted in each section!

tracklist!

Track 001. Fortnight (sebastian vettel’s version)

( she didn’t know how much heartbreak he had left her with until he moved on. )

Track 002. The Tortured Poets Department (daniel ricciardo’s version)

( her entire life was perfect. until she met him. )

Track 003. My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys (lando norris’ version)

( she were his fragile doll. treated like a souvenir, to the point he took too much care of her, leading to her destruction. )

Track 004. Down Bad (lance stroll’s version)

( a breakup was not what you thought he would fly you to his hometown for. )

Track 005. So Long, London (lewis hamilton’s version)

( spending six years with someone you thought was the one only for it to vanish was not what hurt you the most; it was that he didn’t explain why he did it. )

Track 006. But Daddy I Love Him (esteban ocon’s version)

( a small prank never hurt anyone, especially not her father and brother, your boyfriend’s best friend. )

Track 007. Fresh Out The Slammer (charles leclerc’s version)

( she knew the saying, you never forget your first love. )

Track 008. Florida!!! (logan sargeant’s version)

( one summer in the sunshine state led to you reminiscing on the events that happened. )

Track 009. Guilty as Sin? (jenson button’s version)

( she never admitted her feelings. she just knew he would never reciprocate them back. )

Track 010. Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me? (max verstappen’s version)

( childhood trauma and authoritarian parents were the factors that brought them closer and stronger together. )

Track 011. I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) (fernando alonso’s version)

( she thought she would be the one to fix him, she didn’t count on how much she had overestimated her abilities. )

Track 012. loml (nico rosberg’s version)

( she thought she still had time with him. but he never appeared back anymore. )

Track 013. I Can Do It With a Broken Heart (carlos sainz’s version)

( your fans never knew you were showing the brightest smile during tour, never knew the cause of your pain was because of a certain driver. )

Track 014. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived (carlos sainz’s version)

( he should not have made an enemy with her, no one should have. )

Track 015. The Alchemy (george russell’s version)

( she turned him into gold, the most prized possession of hers that she will never let go. )

Track 016. Clara Bow (reader’s version)

( history repeats for the first redbull driver. )

“The Anthology” chapters coming soon.

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Where do Broken hearts go? - Jeon Wonwoo

18+ / mdi

summary: Marrying the man of your dreams will finally come true, but what happens when the day comes and the Man is not there?

content: Fiancé Wonwoo x reader, fight, crying, angst, happy end, wedding au

wc: 1.9k

a/n: I watched the firs t part of sex and the City and then I thought I want to write about Big and Carrie. I´m not really happy with it..

Organizing a wedding takes a lot of time and preparation, it takes passion and a vision.

You had all of it, except the time.

When your Fiancé, Jeon Wonwoo asked you to marry him you did not hesitate for a second. You jumped at him kissing him until you both were entangled under the sheets.

But since you were not very patient you wanted this wedding as soon as possible. Perks of being the famous Vogue writer? You could get help from everyone within days.

Your best friend came over helping you planing a sweet little garden wedding with 50 people. Your boss gifted you Giovanni Conti as your wedding planer.

Suddenly your simple wedding dress from a vintage store was now a Vera Wang one that she send you, it was crazy and it happened fast.

While wonwoo was busy working, your list with guests got longer and longer, your bill got higher and higher and your vision got bigger and bigger.

After work you always laid next to Wonwoo on the couch explaining him the details while he listened with a smile on his lips. „I'm sure it will be perfect my love" he kissed your forehead softly „remember the suit fitting with Armani tomorrow" you rambled and he pulled you on his lap „let's forget about everything for a second" with that he kissed along your neck.

But things were to perfect, you became obsessed with the idea of the perfect wedding that you forgot about the most important part.

Your soon to be husband.

Everyday after work you were busy with planing while he waited for you to cuddle, to talk about your day, for you to ask about his.

He looked at you with so much love in his eyes that he ignored to feeling of regret bubbling up.

„The dress fits absolutely perfect" Minjae said smiling while you felt her heart breaking „Jae, I'll cancel everything if you want me too" you took her hands in yours „Chan is stupid for cheating!" she wiped her tears away „it's your night, so let's have some fun" she put on her best smile and you two walked out of the room.

Wonwoo was waiting for you in his suit, looking as handsome as always. „You're breathtaking" he said gasping while pulling you closer „I adore you" he softly kissed you.

„I love you Wonu, so much" you said honest while smoothing out his tie. „Let's not keep the guests waiting" you took his hand walking into the huge dining room.

Everyone clapped as you two made the entrance.

I mean, you two looked majestic walking hand in hand inside the building.

„Thank you all for coming, we are forever grateful for all the loving people around us, Wonwoo and me, thank you all for being here on this journey with us, so let's enjoy the food! To the love" you said with a proud smile and Wonwoo watched you with fond eyes.

While you all talked and had some drinks Wonwoo went out with the boys having a smoke, when he gets nervous he sometimes takes a puff but tonight he declined just watching the busy streets of Seoul.

„Man you're gonna be married, settled" JeongHan laughed „first one to settle"

Yes Wonwoo was the first one of his friends to get married. „But I'm really excited-„ before he could finish the taxi parked and Chan got out.

„Hey Nonu, congrats, I wasn't sure if I was invited because Minjae is the maid of honor" he scratched his neck.

„No chan that's fine" wonwoo said „just maybe keep a good distance to Jae" he said carefully. „I'll grab a drink"

„He looked miserable" Mingyu said while watching after him „he cheated with his secretary after Minjae and him had a fight about sex and she said she doesn't enjoy it anymore" he explained.

„But he loved her, I can't understand" Wonwoo muttered „mistakes can happen" Seokmin whispered . „Let's not talk about that right now" Wonwoo said and the boys nodded walking inside.

„NO I WANT YOU TO LEAVE DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN" with that Minjae stormed out of the room and she looked at Wonwoo „I would think twice before agreeing to a marriage" she spat and Wonwoo´s heart fell into his stomach.

Why would she say something tonight? Before he could think more about it Y/N took his hand „I'm gonna head home with the girls, I'm gonna see you at the chapel tomorrow?" she had the biggest smile on her face „I'm gonna see you tomorrow, have fun tonight" he said while softly leaning down to kiss her.

The night didn't end well for Wonwoo, he sat in his leather chair thinking about everything that just had happened. About the last two months. About how they wanted the smallest wedding and now it's one of the biggest weddings.

How you talked non stop about the people that will be there, how you didn't ask about his day at work anymore. He dialed your number „Nonu, is something wrong?" He could hear the chatters in the background „baby" he breathed „wait Minjae" you giggled.

„Sleep well, I love you." he said and ended the call. You got ready the next morning, your dress already on and the last touch was your lip gloss, you smacked your lips and smiled „I'm gonna be Mrs Jeon in a few hours" you looked at your best friend and she nodded „I can't believe it!" You hugged her softly and she sobbed slightly „you look so beautiful, Wonwoo can be lucky to have you"

„Y/N the car is already waiting for you!" your friends rushed outside with you, you all got into the limousine and took a Glas champagne „to Wonwoo and Y/N" Minjae said and you all cheered.

„I can't believe I'm too late at my own wedding" you said with a slight giggle and you got out of the car, you did not realize the car behind you with your fiance inside pleading that you look at him.

„Come on baby look at me, I need to know that it's still about us" he whispered, but you only rushed inside.

„Okay the wedding can start now" you said but the priest furrowed his eyebrows „that will not be possible" „What do you mean?"

„I mean that the husband is not here" he said nervous.

Your heart stopped, you felt like all the air got out of you lungs. „What do you mean?" she frantically asked „someone give me the phone" you said panicked „SOMEONE GIVE ME THE PHONE" Minjae gave her the phone.

You dialed his number and within a seconds he picked up „y/n" he whispered „where are you?" you asked with hurt in your voice „y/n I called a dozen times"

„WHERE ARE YOU" you yelled „I'm in the car, I can't walk in there, I don't think this is about us anymore "his quivering voice spoke, she gasped „so you're ditching me? On my wedding?"

„Baby please, I tried to call you" he pleaded „I can't believe this" she whispered and let the phone fall „get me out of here" she whispered „where is he?" Minjae asked „he left me here, he did not show up" you breathed „he won't come" you realized what you had just said.

„He won't come" you sobbed „get me out of here please" you began to panic and your friend helped you to get out. You got into the car and you felt like your world just crumpled apart.

You could not believe this. What has just happened?

When Wonwoo's driver began to drive he felt like choking, he felt like all the air has left his lungs "fuck turn around, FUCK" he realized what he had done. But before he could react he saw the car passing by "Y/N" he screamed out of the window, but the car drove further until you heard the brakes.

Wonwoo got out and he saw you getting out aswell "listen baby, I did not meant to, I was not thinking straight" but you showed no mercy, your pink bouquet landed with slaps against his chest, you screamed at him.

"YOU USED ME" You screamed "I HATE YOU SO MUCH" the petals were flying around "how could you do that" you whispered heartbroken and your friends carried you back to the car "don't ever claim your love again" you looked at him with so much pain in your eyes that he felt like screaming.

The people around you looked at the scenario in front of them and you could not blame them, you would look aswell.

When Wonwoo watched you drive away he got into the car driving towards the Apartment you both shared.

He walked over to the whiskey table, grabbing directly the entire bottle.

Meanwhile you walked inside Minjaes building, your Make up smudged, you hair messy and your white dress full of Mascara stains.

You walked passed the mirror and you began to Panic "get me out of it" you pulled at the white fabric, it felt like the dress would suffocate you "GET ME OUT OF THIS" you cried and Minjae grabbed some scissors.

"do it" Hyerin said and the cut the ties so that the dress fell down, you fell to the floor and just sobbed.

Three weeks passed, three weeks where he did not get any response from you, his friends told him that you went on the honeymoon trip with Minjae. He wondered how you are, he wondered if you're still thinking about the day, because the only thing he could think about was the moment you left. How you took his heart with you.

He started staying late at work because he could not deal with the empty bed, he worked so much that his colleagues began to worry. But he shut down everyone, he felt empty and like the biggest douche ever.

He entered the apartment at 11 pm on a Tuesday when he saw your shoes at the entrance, he rushed inside placing his work bag on the floor "Y/N?" he walked inside the living room where you were sitting on the couch, you were dressed in a beautiful summer dress, but you did look tired.

"You're back" he whispered and you could only nod "I saw your message, and I think we need to talk, we need to talk about what has happened so that I can finish this chapter and close this book" Wonwoos heart fell into his stomach "no baby, there is no closing this book, finishing this chapter yes, we will redo this." he lifted your chin softly "we will focus on us, only us" his thumb stroke your cheek.

"you and me Baby, only us" he leaned his forehead against yours "you don't know how sorry I am, god there's nothing more that I want than marrying you" he was completely honest.

"But I want us alone, I want nobody around us" before he could say anything else you kissed him "I really hope you don't ditch me again" you whispered jokingly.

"god I missed you" he lifted you up kissing you softly, while he carried you inside the bedroom.

And here you were now one week later at the registry office, standing next to wonwoo.

"I declare you as Mr. and Mrs. Jeon" the elder lady said and smiled at you two "you may now kiss the bride" and Wonwoo wasted no time, he kissed you passionate and you smiled into the kiss.

"we did it" you cheered "we did it baby, you and me" he agreed to you and kissed you again.

#seventeen #kpop #seventeen angst #au #svt #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo

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Klaroline WIP Wednesday

This is my humble contribution to this wip Weds! It's a tiny little snippert from the next chapter of Speed Dating, which has been sitting untouched for way too long. Genuinely hoping this might give me the will to keep going because I am this 🤏 close to the finish line (before editing starts and the finish line gets away from me again but shhhh, we're not going there yet).

She doesn't see Elijah again for the next two days. Whatever he's in town for, he either glides around the apartment like a ghost or their schedules are totally at odds. If not for the extravagantly fancy woolen overcoat by the door and what she has quickly learned is a very particular brand of moodiness for Klaus, she would've thought he'd already left.

It's probably for the best, considering the horror of that first meeting, but curiosity is an unscratchable itch. Elijah has intrigued her for years, more so than any of Klaus’ other siblings. Putting a face - well, a little more than a face, really - to the person is a given, but she can't help the desire to dig deeper. It’s in her nature to be nosy. About him, about Klaus, about the whole family.

Despite the fact she's lived with one and been friends with another for years, the Mikaelsons remain a mystery to her. The more she knows, the more confusing it gets. Nothing about them seems to make much sense, and Caroline hasn't even decided if that's a super-rich, children of the 1% thing, or if the Mikaelsons are especially wacky even among their peers.

After two days, though, she's just about lost hope of bumping into Elijah again. She doubts he'll be staying for much longer, especially with Klaus' cordial show of hospitality. Not that Elijah seemed bothered - being rude to siblings for no apparent reason seems to be one of those things that are normal by Mikaelson standard. It's just how they operate.

She's just back from a shift at the hospital, idly scrolling through her Instagram while she waits for the microwave to deliver her sad leftover dinner. Bitterly, she realizes it has been months since she last updated her feed. Her last photo is with Tyler, for crying out loud. Should she even keep it there? What's the etiquette for when you break up with someone for no earth-shattering reasons, the relationship just fizzling out and running its course? Is it rude to delete all evidence of him from her social media records? Is it expected? Will he be upset? Has he deleted her from his social media?

In fact, now that she thinks about it... Is Tyler even seeing anyone?

"Huh," she mumbles to herself, fully internalizing in that second how truly messy her life has become that she hasn't even cyber-stalked her ex to know what he's been up to since they broke up. That's a whole new level of rock bottom unlocked, right there.

"Miss Forbes?"

Caroline nearly drops her phone when she looks up to find Elijah standing by the kitchen door. She swears to God the man is unnaturally feline; she didn't even hear him approach.

Unlike in their first encounter, he's now fully clothed and, unsurprisingly, he looks just as good as he did without a stitch on. Maybe better. His suit looks as though it was sewn directly onto his body by an Italian master tailor. The range of that man.

"Hey!" She cringes at her high pitch, standing up straight.

His smile is affable as he steps further into the kitchen. "Do I interrupt?"

"What? No. I was just scrolling."

Caroline feels suddenly very self-conscious of just how crazy frumpy she must look standing in front of Elijah. The man is a poster boy for wellness and prosperity, while she is... Well. Not.

Suffice to say she's wearing a Timberwolves t-shirt from her long-gone cheerleading days in high school with at least five visible holes on it.

"I've been meaning to apologize for that horrid incident the other day," he starts. Caroline wouldn’t have brought the incident up, assuming he would rather forget it ever happened, but if it causes him any measure of discomfort to have been butt naked in front of a complete stranger, he does not show, which - now that she thinks about, is something else that feels very Mikaelson-esque. They do all seem to be incredibly comfy in their own skins. "Niklaus warned me that you would be home soon, but my despair for a proper shower was stronger than caution. I should've been more careful."

"You don't have to apologize. It's fine. It was nothing." That would've been a good place to stop. A very mature and dignified let's leave it at that and never mention it again. But her stupid mouth just keeps going. "I see naked people all the time at the hospital. It's totally unremarkable." Elijah's eyebrows inch upwards into a mildly curious expression. "I don't mean that you are unremarkable!" she corrects, and then, getting immediately horrified at the implications, adds, "You're not - I mean, you're ok, you're - obviously. Not that I was looking, I wasn’t - I just mean - You know what? I'm just gonna shut up now." She snaps her lips sealed, half-wishing that a hole would open underneath her feet and suck her into the magma of the earth.

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaus x caroline #kc fanfiction #klaroline wip wednesday #yokan writes #or tries to #it's possible i'm having a lot of fun with Elijah in this chapter you guys

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