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toomuchracket · 10 months

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Omg I would LOVE to read about that. I feel like matty would be a little annoyed people loved girly but he’d still be so proud and he can’t be that agitated

i don't think he'd be annoyed per se, but he'd get so cutely grumpy about people repeatedly coming up to you for pics and autographs while you guys are out on dates, very "god, babe, can't they see i'm trying to romance you here?" lol (and then he'd be like "wait a min this is how you must feel with me. i'm sorry :((" lmao). but mostly, i think he's just a proud boyf. and i think he was with you for two really memorable fan interactions, one being the very first time you met someone with a quote from your work tattooed. the two of you were at a train station, and you could see a young woman a bit further down the platform visibly debate whether to come up to you and matty or not; you figured she was a 75 fan, so you just kinda smiled and said hi when she eventually introduced herself, and you were lowkey really shocked when she spoke to you like "i just wanted to say that i'm a huge fan - your last essay collection changed my life". you were like "wait you're a fan of ME?! that's so lovely lol i never really tend to meet people in public like this" (matty was also kinda surprised but so proud he genuinely couldn't stop smiling), and the girl was like "yeah! i have one of your quotes tattooed and everything!" and pulled up her sleeve to show you your words inked on her inner arm - your jaw dropped and you were like "no fucking way. this is so surreal. i'm so touched that you would do that!" and gave her a hug, and matty still just grinned along like "i could take a pic of the two of you if you want?", all proud boyfriend. he did, then the three of you took a selfie (the girl was like "i do actually love your band too, matty, i just stan your girl more lol") before the girl thanked you and left, with an "eagerly awaiting a writing collab between the two of you, btw", which you both laughed at at first and then seriously considered while you were on the train.

the second big interaction was while you were on a weekend break in edinburgh, and you dragged matty to rare birds bookshop (google it btw it's so cool) to do some shopping. even the staff getting excited when you came in and gratefully accepting your offer to sign some copies of your books was a huge deal for you (matty was like "it's adorable how genuinely surprised you still get at these kind of interactions. people love you, babe! taste"), but it got even better - while you and matty were browsing in the other room (well, you were browsing, and he was patiently carrying the stack the two of you had already picked out and smiling at how content you were), you heard a voice from the next room ask the staff if they had a copy of your newest book. you beamed excitedly at matty (smiling just as hard back at you), before you poked your head into the other room and jokingly said "hmm, that one's a bit crap, to be honest. the previous one is a lot better"; the heads of about five sixteen-year-old girls whipped round and all reacted in total shock, gasps, laughs, even tears from one of them as she clocked you. naturally, you ran over like "oh my god, are you alright? please don't cry" and this wee girl was like "i'm sorry i just love you so much omg this is so crazy", which actually made you tear up a bit like "you're so sweet, but really i'm just a girl! like you! not worth crying over, honestly" and give her a big hug (which made her cry harder lol). matty let you bejeweled have your moment, just stayed in the other room watching with a big smile on his face and filming a little bit of the interaction because he found it so endearing (and also so he could make a fancam of you for your bday <3), looking lovingly as you took the time to chat to the girls and personalise the autographs on the title page of each copy they'd picked up, and even showed them some of your favourite books and writers who inspired you, just like the girls all claimed to be inspired by you (which actually made you sob like a baby, bless you). after a good half hour of talking and signing and selfies, you were like "girls this has been so lovely and i've loved meeting you all, but i've left the boyf alone in the next room and i fear he might go rogue and pick too many books for us to actually be able to carry lol, so i'm going to say goodbye now and save him from himself lol" - they're like "oh, matty's here too? that's cool", and matty poked his head round the doorframe and waved like "yeah, i'm here. with a perfectly respectable number of books, actually, darling, thank you very much". the girls laughed and waved back, but that was the extent of their interaction with matty, too preoccupied with buying and reading everything you had signed or spoken about with them; he wasn't bothered in the slightest, though, just overwhelmingly excited for you. like, when you headed back to him, he gave you a huge hug and a kiss on the side of your head like "that was very lovely, sweetheart. m'proud of you, and i love that people love you almost as much as i do. but you're the best writer i know, so it's not really surprising"; you were like "love you too. couldn't do any of this without you in my life, inspiring me every day", and matty was like "ok let's go to the till before i cry lol there have been too many tears in this building today" (and then he bought and carried all your books for you because he's a simp) <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #into the birthday partyverse #toomuchracket best bits

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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Hello!! I’ve been a semi-silent reader for a little while & I just wanted to let you know that I really enjoy reading your fics & you’re an incredible writer! (Your recent changbin one is definitely my favorite 👀) If you’re accepting requests, can i request an angst fluffy fic about jisung being afraid to meet reader’s parents because they aren’t too fond of him being an idol singer & at first they really do dislike him, give him the cold shoulder & just try to get under his skin by talking about an ex lover & how they’re studying to be a doctor while jisung is just an idol but jisung tries to win them over by proving that his career would not get in the way of his relationship with reader?? (I’m sorry if it’s too much, you can ignore if you’re not taking requests😭💗💗)

tysm for your kind words and my first ever request! im glad you enjoy my fics and it warms me to know that you think im an incredible writer 🥺 ty for being patient and i hope this is what you wanted! enjoy and lmk what you think🖤 i appreciate you anon 🥰

Acceptance ♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚

🐿️: pairing: Han Jisung x gn!reader

🐿️: genre: angst, fluff.

🐿️: synopsis: you take jisung to meet your parents for the first time. will they accept him and his love for you? or will his idol status get in the way

🐿️: warnings: description of anxiety. lmk if there are more warnings pls!

🐿️: words: 2.4k

🐿️: master list

"Ji, relax!" You watched your boyfriend pace the bedroom, struggling to button up his dress shirt. He was visible anxious – today is a big day after all. You sighed softly when you realised your words fell on deaf ears. He was too consumed with his anxious thoughts.

You walked in front of him, hands placed firmly on his biceps "Ji! baby, you'll be fine!" He pressed his lips in a thin line, his face laced with worry.

"I feel so sick (Y/N)" His fingers struggling to button up his dress shirt from shaking, his forehead coated in a cold sweat as he looked pale as a ghost. You smiled warmly at him, removing his shaky hands from the buttons and buttoning it up yourself.

"Its okay, babe. You'll be okay, i promise."

"What if they dont like me? What if they banish me from seeing you? You've seen the movies where the parents dont like their child's significant other and they do everything in their power to make their life miserable! What if that happens to me, to us?!"

You laughed softly at Jisungs ramblings, your fingers reaching the top button. You left it open and stroked his cheek softly. His breathing laboured from rambling as well as the rise of his anxiety levels.

"you're going to be fine. you have me by your side, ji and whatever happens, we will work through it together, okay?" Jisung swallowed nervously and nodded. "Okay, now, take deep breaths, count to three and let it out slowly."

You took deep breaths in, encouraging jisung to do the same – which he did. You smiled lovingly at him as he managed to calm himself down. You fixed his hair before he sprayed on some aftershave. You kissed his cheek gently, making him smile.

"you ready, handsome?" Jisung blushed and nodded. Taking another deep breath in before letting it out slowly.

"Ready."

You arrived at your childhood home. Your finger hovered over the doorbell before looking at jisung. You took his sweaty hand in yours, squeezing it tightly.

"You got this, ji. it'll all be okay, i promise you." Jisung squeezed your hand back as a thank you and a sign of reassurance for himself. You pressed your finger on the doorbell, the chime running through the building. You waited a few seconds, hearing two pairs of feet walking to the door before it opened.

Your mother and father stood in front of you both, mother grinning from ear to ear at the sight of you.

"Oh (Y/N)! its so good to see you!" She pulled you into a big hug, squeezing you. You laughed, hugging her back before she let you go. Your father opened his arms out to which you walked into and hugged him.

"Its good to see you, (Y/N)" you pulled away and took a step back, resuming your early position next to a nervous looking Jisung. You took his hand and grinned.

"Mom, Dad. This is Jisung, my boyfriend." Jisung bowed respectfully, standing straight before saying a small hello. Your parents smiles faultered, faces turning visible sour. Your father tried to hide his somewhat disappointment but your mother didnt even try.

"So, the rumours are true then." Her tone cold as she looked at Jisung up and down, visibly judging him. You raised a brow at the sudden hostile mood.

"What rumours?" You questioned.

"We all know who he is, hun. We all saw it over the news and social media that he is dating someone. We didn't think it would be you, of all people." You sighed, letting go of Jisungs hands, his head hung low.

your father placed a hand on your shoulder, ignoring jisung. "An idol? really? are you sure you want this?" You looked your father in the eyes before your gaze turned to your mother.

"Why? What's the problem?" Your tone cold. Your mother shook her head, dismissing your question.

"Anyways, you must be hungry. i've cooked you some delicious food! come in." she smiled at you before giving Jisung the side eye. You watched your parents walk ahead before turning your head to Jisung.

"Im sorry, Ji.." You bit your lip, feeling terrible for your parents sudden actions and words. He shook his head and smiled, dismissing it and claiming he was okay.

"It just takes time, thats all." Was he trying to convice you or himself? Either way, you both stepped inside, closing the door and removing your shoes, jisung placing his neatly to the side. Jisung looked around, taking in every detail of your family home. Pictures hung on the walls, flower pots scattered in various corners of the room. Family photos on display.

Jisung approached your mother, who was putting the finishing touches on food. "Its a lovely home you have, Mrs (Y/P/L/N)"

Your mother gave him the side eye, not bothering to respond. Jisung nodded before retreating back to you and standing still, messing with his fingers. He sighed to himself. You raised your brow at your mothers actions, tongue in cheek.

After a few minutes, you was all seated at the dinner table, you sat next to jisung, opposite your mother and jisung opposite your father. The dinner table was decorated with an ararry of your cultures finest foods.

"This looks amazing!" Jisung exclaimed, getting excited about trying new food. You grinned and kissed his cheek lovingly to which your mother and father tutted. You ignored their remarks as your mother started plating up some food for her and your father.

Once done, Jisung took your plate "Allow me, baby." You grinned and watched him plate some food for you before handing it to you. He plated himself some food, taking a napkin and laying it across his lap.

You all began to eat, Jisung eyes widening at how good it tasted. His cheeks filling out as he munched on the food, occasionally dabbing the corners of his mouth with the napkin

"The food is delicious! I've never tasted anything like this before." Jisung said excitedly causing you to laugh.

"It really is good, isnt it baby." Jisung nodded fast, swallowing his food before speaking.

"I just wish i met you sooner if this is how good the food is." He winked, teasingly causing you to blush. You father cleared his throat, your mother watching you both flirt at the table. it was clear that they're both uncomfortable.

"So." your mother began, causing you and jisung to look at her "How'd you two met?" The question pained her to ask. Jisung put down his cutlery, wiping his mouth before speaking.

"At one of my bands concerts. I noticed them and i was taken away by their beauty. When the show ended, i looked for them and lucky i found them. We exchanged details and spoke a lot. We then met up again when i had few days off and we went on a lot of dates –"

"ate a lot of food." you interrupted, reminiscing on the treasured memories. Jisung laughed and nodded.

"Yes, we ate a lot of food. When my free time was up, i made a promise that i will be back. I fulfilled my promise and asked them to be mine."

You smiled lovingly, feeling yourself falling in love with Jisung all over again. He placed a gentle hand on your thigh, squeezing gently.

"Yes yes, thats very nice and all, but what about your ex?" You visible stiffened, looking at your mother.

"What about them?" You raised a brow. Your mother shrugged before speaking.

"Well, i heard that they are studying to be a doctor." You hummed, shrugging.

"Okay, and?" Your mother sighed.

"Look (Y/N) i get that you're in love with him, but your ex, he will have a much more stable income, stable life for you! They were amazing to you when you was together. I really liked them. You cant date an idol."

"Why can't i mother?" Your anger was rising, creeping up your neck to your face. Your hands balled into fists.

"Because, (Y/N) its not safe let alone stable! Hes a idol single for god sake. His life is all about touring and being photoed by paparazzi! Your whole life will be out there, for the world to see. Whereas, your ex, their life is much more calmer, stable. it has routine."

You swallowed, tongue in cheek. "yes mother but what you seemed to have forgotten is that, me and my ex broke up for a reason. They slept with someone else, remember that?" Your mother looked down, biting her lip.

"I love ji. with my whole being! even if he wasnt an idol, i would still dedicate my life to him! he is my heart and soul and i have never felt more happy, more blessed than i do with him. Why cant you accept that? accept him?" Angry tears fell down your cheeks.

Jisung placed a hand on the small of your back, rubbing slow circles to calm you. you wiped away your tears with the back of your hand.

"(Y/N) we're just worried about you, that's all. your life will be everywhere. you will be prone to hate." Your father spoke.

"Im an adult, i can take care of myself." You replied bluntly. Your father nodded, an awkward silence fell above you all, the food long forgotten.

You didn't understand. Why couldn't they just be happy for you. After your ex broke your heart in a million pieces, it took you weeks to get over them. When you was at your lowest, your best friend dragged you to an skz concert to help you relax and forget, even if it was just for one night.

You didnt know much about skz, only heard a few tracks here and there, but as soon as you and Jisung locked eyes, that was it for you. You fell for him, hard. You forgot about your ex, forgot where you was. it was like time stood still as you stared at one another, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

After the concert, you was making your way back home until jisung stopped you. he asked for your contacts details, wanting to get to know you better. said he doesn't know why but it feels right.

You exchanged details, texting back and forth for hours. you became close very fast with one another and when he had free time, he took you out on various dates. From restaurant dining to arcade dating, winning various plushies and useless plastic toys. You took pictures together in a photo booth, which you hold dearly to you in your purse.

When it was time for him to leave, you both cried. He promised he will be back and a few months later, he fulfilled that promise, surprising you at a clothing store. You was so happy, you cried. Before you knew what was happening, Jisung's lips were against yours. You allowed yourself to be taken into the feeling, the warmth. He then asked you to be his to which you agreed to.

You have never been and felt so happy and loved by someone – so why can't your parents accept that?

Jisung cleared his throat, your parents looking at him.

"i understand your concerns. i get that you want to protect your offspring and yes, being in the public eye can be daunting and draining. But i can assure you, nothing and no one will hard them in anyway! yes, my career is hectic and i will be away a lot due to scheduling, but i love them so so so much. i would never do anything that would risk the sacrifice of (Y/N)"

Your parents listened carefully, you watching their ever move before looking at your clasped hands on your lap.

"They will be protected against harm. I will protect them and so will my band members. They too, also love them and have welcomed them with such warmth that i am so grateful for. My company will also protect them from harm. They have power to remove anything and everything thats deemed harmful."

"But what about you being away all the time? they will be lonely." Your mother spoke. Jisung nodded, understanding where she was coming from.

"Unfortunately, i can't say no to my schedule. Honestly, there will be times where i will be away because of a photo shoot, or im shooting a music video. There will also be times where i will have to stay at the company late to work on music, that is something i cannot help. However – i will do anything in my power to provide and protect them. If they call me upset whilst im working on music, im sorry but, im rushing to their aid because they come first."

You looked at Jisung, shaking your head. "No ji, i shouldnt be your first priority. Your music, STAYS. they're your priority."

Jisung looked at you, stroking your cheek lovingly

"They are and always will be. i will always put out my best music and put on my best performance for them, but if you're in distress and need me – im sprinting to you baby." You blushed, looking at your lap shyly.

Your parents – who have been listening carefully, hummed. Jisung looked at both your parents, sincerity laced in his voice.

"I love (Y/N) they are everything to me and more. I cannot live without them."

Silence fell in the air once again, your parents visibly thinking. You sighed, feeling defeated as they stayed silent. They wouldn't and couldn't accept jisung, purely because hes an idol. As you was about to stand up from your chair, your mother spoke.

"Im sorry, Jisung. I prejudged you, its wrong of me but im just looking out for my baby. They'll always be a baby to me, no matter what the age and i guess i panicked a little. I never thought they would get with an idol, but hearing your words has made me realise how determined and how much you love my child."

Jisung nodded fast, smiling big as you felt a wave of relief wash over you. Your mother looked at you, reaching across the table to take your hand. You allowed her to, looking at her.

"Im sorry darling. I shouldn't have brung up your ex and just focused on who you have now. its clear you're both madly in love with each other."

You smiled, thanking your mother and father for understanding and accepting Jisung. Your father stood up and walked to jisung. Jisung stood as your father pulled him into a big bear hug. Your mother stood also, walking to Jisung. Your father pulled away before your mother hugged jisung gently.

"Welcome to the family, Han Jisung."

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equallyshaw · 2 years

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1 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡, 3 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 - 𝔱𝔶𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔫.

Inspired by miss o.rodrigos: 1 step forward, 3 steps back.

part of the "sour" imagine series.

A/N: Had to change a few words in the fourth segment. Originally: walk me to the door or send me home crying to: will you come to bed with me or send me to sleep cryin?.

Warnings: Swearing, clear signs of emotional abuse, mentions physical abuse in passing and toxic girlfriends/exes.

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Word Count: 2.3k

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Called you on the phone today

Just to ask you how you were

All I did was speak normally

Somehow I still struck a nerve

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All, I asked was how you were doing. All I wanted to know was how your day went, but no. That was too much. I heard it in your tone, and the underlying double meanings of your words. God forbid, I tell you I miss you and that I love you. Cuz that was too much for you to handle, apparently. Because, I unfortuntly can't relate to your life or what you are going through.

"I really don't want to talk about it." You spat into the phone. You sighed, "You know I want to, but like, it's hard for you to understand. I have 5 students who don't turn in shit that are begging for me not to fail them, I have a teachers pet who won't leave me the fuck alone and one kid who wants to sleep with me so badly it's disgusting." you rambled. "Im sorry, babe. Do you want anything? or need anything? Can I do anything to help? I can organize or help you grade." I suggested, but she wanted none of it. "Ha, yeah. You'll think everybody deserves an A." You chuckled.

Again, I couldn't understand but wanted to be a good boyfriend. Be the best that I could be, but it was never enough.

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You got me fucked up in the head, girl.

Never doubted myself so much

Like, am I pretty? Am I fun, girl?

I hate that I give you power over that kind of stuff

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I have never self doubted myself so much before. I have always been confident, collected and 100 % sure of myself. But that went out the door as soon as I met you. I began to second guess what I wore, what I read in front of you, the shows or movies that I watched, what I said. You were so out of my league, and I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that you chose me. I was hoplessly pining after you, was it all a joke? Was it all a facade? To use and dump me, because I wasn't what you expected or leveled up to your expectation?

It angers me to no end, how I used to be somebody so shore of themself that nothing rattled me. Maybe, you coming in and out of my life was a blessing in disguise? Your little comments about things I did was a way for me to realize, that I am no longer a child. I needed to start acting my age, but it made me want act out even more. God, I sound like a child. But then again, you treated me like one and not an adult who was the same age.

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'Cause it's always one step forward and three steps back

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad

It's always one step forward and three steps back

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"God!!! You're such an idiot Tyler! Did you seariously not think about what you were doing?" You yelled at me, before making your way past me towards the kitchen. I admit, I was never the best chef but I tried. Today, I tried making a pasta dish that my mom had sent over. Claiming, you would love it. "Oh my god, its all over the oven." you huffed as I walked back in. When I was putting in the pot, to cooke in the oven, I had spilled some of the liquid that was in there. I didn't think anything of it, until the smoke alarm went off and that's when she jumped off the couch. "Are you stupid, Ty." You murmured, thinking I couldn't hear it. Yet, I heard every word.

Gotta, take three steps back now.

Later that evening, I sat in bed reading a book you had coerced me into buying the last time we were at barnes and noble. It was a book on American Politics, fitting since you are a history professor at a university in Dallas. Again, so out of my league. You pulled the sheets back hopping in bed, and honestly startling me. You had barely spoke to me throughout dinner, after me trying to cook. The food came out fine, and that's what I should have been thinking about. But nope, you had me rethinking everything I had done the past few days after getting back from a two week roadtrip. You shifted onto your side, staring up at me with those blue eyes I loved so much. I put my bookmark into the neck of the book and placed in on my side table, before shutting off my light. I turned onto my side, facing away from her. Not wanting to hear what you had to say about putting my book on my nightstand the way it was. "Ty..." I heard you softly murmur, before you wrapped her arms around me. I let them stay there until I finally turned over and faced you. I could make out your face in the dark, and saw your eyes filled with tears.

Don't do it Tyler.

I pulled you closer, into my arms and placed a kiss on your head. "I know, I know." I murmured as you cried in my arms. I hated the power you had over me. I was fucking hooked or trapped, not wanting to leave because if I did I know you would try to make my life hell. But then again, we have had some amazing times together. That mattered more right? But after you moved in - everything changed. "Ty..I am sorry for what I said." You began as you shifted to look at me, "I promise I will be better. You know I don't mean it right? You know I don't think you're stupid. Far from it. I just get controlling and I promise to get better. I promise." You said in the most honest and genuine voice. I nodded, almost robot like. This wasn't the first time, and this wouldn't be the last.

One step forward.

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And maybe in some masochistic way

I kinda find it all exciting

Like, which lover will I get today?

Will you come with me to bed or send me to sleep cryin'?

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I wanted to have normalcy, and to know what I would be getting that day or that moment from you.

However, I loved the unknown. It was sadly addicting in a way. Yet, my therapist would choose other words to describe it. I never knew what to expect, which made it exciting but also terrifying at the same time. I never knew if you'd start something before bed leaving me to cry my self to sleep or having you in my arms. I never knew what to expect, and that was exhausting after awhile. Some night's I left to stay with Jamie, who again always told me to leave. But he didn't know the real you, or so I thought was the real you.

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And I'd leave you, but the roller coaster is all I've ever had

Yeah, it's one step forward and three steps back

I don't understand

No, I don't understand

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I wanted to leave so badly, more than you could possible know. I had a bag at all times at Jamies, I always made sure to keep my most prized possessions locked up, incase you decided to go on a rampage and then leave with my things. I always had a safe word, that Jamie knew and only knew. Nobody on the team had a clue, and I made sure incase it got back to you. And if I ever said that word in public or private, he would know exactly what I needed him to do. To bring me somewhere safe, to lay out my options and figure out what I needed to do next with my lawyer and manager.

"I want to leave so badly, but I don't know if I want to. I don't know if I can." I said the very first day, with my now therapist. After a severe and scary blow up between her and I, I knew I needed to get a third point of view, and work on myself. I blew up way too much and I believed that that was the cause of all our issues. I was putting it all on my back, to keep you. They kept telling that what I was projecting onto myself, was uncalled for. I was putting too much of the blame on myself, when I should not be. That you were part of the problem, more so than I. Jamie had taken me there, and a little more than halfway my session, they had him come in to discuss my options and to make sure I would be taken care of and had a safe place if I chose to leave. This girl I thought I loved, had put me in a position where I thought I could never leave. That I had no way out, because she ran my life. You kept things in order, so that I could go do what I wanted to do. Yet, you would continusly throw it back at me about how you had no life outside of me, that all you did was cater towards me.

It was in fact the opposite, then. I had no life, I was always too scared to go out with the boys after a game win or lose. Scared to go out to eat with the team and there wags while you were working, in fear you would yell at me about being around women that weren't you or your friends. I stopped drinking, partially out of you judging me and partially out of fear, you would drink me dry and go off on me again about something stupid.

My life was a rollercoaster then, and I was scared of what it would be without the chaos and terror. I was scared of the retaliation, and the fear of you trying to come after everything I had. Everybody I loved, even though you and I were never married. I still couldn't wrap my head around how I had let somebody so toxic around my dogs. My literal children, and after awhile I couldn't deal with them being there. So Jamie being my best friend and honestly brother, took them in shortly after you moved in. To keep them in a loving home, and I knew that they were in a safe and healthy enviornment.

I don't understand, all of it. I don't understand where it all went wrong. I don't know where I went wrong, completely throwing out all common sense and my gut. I slowly lost control of our relationship, slowly losing control on my life. I had begun living my life according to you, and making sure you were happy with everything I did. I don't understand where the turning point was for me. How I had allowed somebody to completley flip my life upside down?

I was never enough for you, I did not challenge your intricate and deeply thought out responses and thesis' you were always creating for your students. I was never going to be able to rival your coworkers in anyway, or come up with a clever yet witty rebuttle with your friends. The only people you wanted me to see, outside of you. I will never understand, why you chose me. Was it because I was weak? Gullible? Because I was hoplelessly pining after you, never believing you'd agree to go on a date with me or agree to date me? Maybe because I was a bed filler, I was easy to keep around because I did what ever you wanted and was somebody you could get laid with?

I lay awake at night, cursing the universe for what I did to deserve all of this. How I always had to take 1 step forward, only to take 3 steps back. Everything little thing I did wrong, was a set back. Sadly, it's been 2 years and I still can't shake you. I can't shake how you waltzed around my house, thinking you ruled my world and dictated what I did and did not do. I can't shake how I couldn't see how manipulative and toxic you were. Even 2 years into therapy, and 1 year out of our relationship I still wake up in terror, thinking you'll be there to hit me in my sleep because I moved wrong, or woke up. Even a year later, I still can't get your anger out of my mind. Even as I try to come back to a somewhat normal life. A somewhat normal and healthly balance of life and work. Understanding and accepting, that it is in fact O.K to go out to eat with friends. How it is O.K to speak to my sisters, or to my family who were deemed unitelligent or dull because they did not have an IVY league degree from Harvard. I knew that me not going to college, somewhat irritated you becuase it came out in the comments you made about my intellegence and how moronic I sounded when trying to talk to you about important issues such as race or gender.

And yet I fear, I will forever be bounded by the grip you had me in. Yet, I know I will move on eventually, and be able to move on with somebody else and potentially have a family with them.

It'll be different then, I'll make certain of it. My life doesn't revolve around you anymore and it never will again. I can promise you that.

And someday, along the way, you'll be doing the exact same thing to somebody else and it'll be like deja vu.

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nakamoto-aesthetics · 3 years

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[ safe-worded ; mark lee ]

[ pairing: mark x fem!reader ]

[ genre ; smut, fluff ]

[ warning ; angry sex, angry boyfriend, and oral sex (fem!receiving) ]

“bedroom; face down, ass up; 2 minutes,” and just like that he was in the bathroom.

you furrow your eyebrows as you get up from the couch to obey his words. he didn’t say anything to you previous to that sentence, the crazy part was that he had just gotten home from work. he left early in the morning not leaving a note, a text, a kiss, nothing. you haven’t talked to mark nor saw him once this whole day and the second he gets home he wants to have sex and order you around? what kind of bullshit is that?

his grip on the back of your neck and on your hips felt like pure agony. every time he thrusted into you he pushed your face deeper into the comforter, making it so hard to breathe. your hands were handcuffed behind your back this isn’t what you wanted, not one bit. tonight you wanted to cuddle, you had a movie ready for him and everything, you knew work had been stressful the past few weeks because NCT was preparing for a new comeback. you thought you both could use tonight as a stress-reliever, you know, something light but obviously mark had other plans in mind.

mark took his grip off your neck and slid it up to your hair follicles, and he pulled on it hard. you release a sound of pain but he ignores it, keeping a steady grip on it. your face was off the bed and finally, you could breathe but it wasn’t in the way you wanted. your scalp was now hurting, screaming in pain. you didn’t want to stop mark only because you knew how stressed out he was but at the same time you wanted all of this to stop, you weren't enjoying it at all; you felt like a doll, you felt kind of disgusted.

a particular thrust makes you scream out in pain and the safe word falls from your mouth multiple times in a row. mark takes this as an obvious sign to pull out completely.

“baby what happened?” mark moves his hands down to your torso and his eyes were filled with concern.

“you entered my cervix” you fall onto your back while holding your lower stomach.

“I’m sorry princess, I went too deep, im sorry” he brushes the hair out of your face and pecks your cheeks. mark hasn’t been this affectionate in a few weeks, it felt good if you were being honest.

“it’s okay babe” you hold his cheek and caress it, smile softly.

“so… do you want to try again or?” mark asks immediately ruining the mood. you instantly frown at his question and pull your hand away and he notices this. “what?”

“mark, can I be honest?” you sigh and shift from under him, pulling yourself up and he moves up with you, nodding his head.

“you’ve been so distant lately and it’s just-“ you sigh, looking down at your lap.

“hey, hey, I won’t be upset with you, you know that” he places a finger under your chin and makes you look into his eyes.

you nod and draw in a breath continuing, “you're so distant lately and then all of a sudden you want to have sex? and what’s worst is I didn’t enjoy not a second of it. I felt like a used doll mark” you shake your head. “I know it’s stressful at work and you wanna just come home and rest and not be bothered but I don’t want you to hold any of that in, you can tell me anything mark. i want to be the one to free you from stress, I want to kiss every bruise on your body and massage your tense muscles, I want to talk to you, I want to do you mark. in anyway I can sexual and unsexual; I want you baby” you pout and reach out to his cheek, caressing it gently once again.

mark is left biting his lip softly and he’s looking at you with soft doe eyes. he’s trying to process the words you were saying while at the same time the processed words were opening his eyes one by one. once he processed the whole thing he jumped into your arms and kissed your cheek over and over, making you giggle.

“that was so sweet y/n” he coos and tightens his grip on you. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like that, especially with what just happened, I didn’t know how to control my anger, instead I let it eat me up and that was proved to be true when I hurt you. I’m so so sorry my love, how can I make it up to you?” he looks down at you and caresses the skin of your neck with his thumb.

“well first you can start by going down on me, then letting me going down on you and then you can top it off by giving me a proper fucking and after that, we can kiss and cuddle.” you bite your lip softly, caressing his lower back.

“oh so you had this planned out huh?” he chuckles and you laugh along with him, nodding your head. “it’s doesn’t matter though because i’m gonna do whatever you want,” he pecks your lips and begins to kiss down your neck and stomach, making his way to your womanhood. you sharply gasp and grip the bedsheets.

his lips connect to your clit before you can register and it catches you by surprise. you moan his name fueling something in him and that’s when his tongue slides into your hole. he grips your hips to keep you still and thrusts his tongue in and out at a fast pace. you wanted to cum right at this moment but decide to hold it in, wanting to savor this moment. mark pulls his tongue out and you're about to protest when you feel his tongue lap at your clit, and you instantly feel shivers run down your spine, your back arches and you clench the sheets in your grip.

“daddy” you moan loudly. mark growls at them and sucks on your pussy, almost making out with it. whatever he was doing it felt fucking amazing, to a point where you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“mark i-i’m cuming- nngghh” you throw your head back as mark shoves his tongue into you once again. your hand flies to the hair on his scalp, gripping it harshly but mark didn’t care, this action showed him that you were enjoying it and that’s what he wanted. you to enjoy it.

you finish out with the word ‘daddy’ and then release a breath once you finish. you cum all over marks tongue and lips and he cleans continues to clean it all up; meanwhile, you laid there as if you were dead. after he’s done he comes back to you and pecks your lips.

“how was that? was it enjoyable?” he genuinely asks.

“yes, it was perfect. thank you prince” you plant a kiss on his lips. “now it’s your turn daddy”

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cocobutnochanel · 3 years

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A Dream Too

Genre: angst, drama, romance, flashbacks, exboyfriend!Baekhyun

Main Characters: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (oc: female)

Warnings: profanity, mature themes

Summary: Love or career, people always ask. When your ‘successful’ self crosses paths with the love of your life again, you’ll see another woman live your ‘dream’.

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

'How do you truly move on?'

You ask yourself for the nth time today while waiting for the 20 minutes to pass you by so you can finally go home. Back to that thought, it was really confusing for you. You had no idea if you had moved on or just forgot. Or maybe, those wounds were just buried and no longer to be seen but nonetheless, still there.

"How do you move on?" You ask Dr. Kim who just entered your office, his tiny head peeping from the door's tiny crack. "Before you drift to your throughts again, you have a patient waiting. Your shift ain't over yet." Minseok, your friend since college and now colleague, calls the patient inside.

You sit straighter and clear your throat. A woman your age walks in with a three year old girl in hand.

You smile brightly at the child and her mom. "Hi, doc." The familiar little girl in pigtails waves shyly at you. "Hi, babe." She blushes at your usual nickname for her. This was the third time you have her over and you find her so adorable. She's so shy.

The woman your age hands you the file for them that was forwarded by the nurse. "Sorry to disturb you, doc. Areum is here to see you again." She laughs nervously as her child only bows in shyness. You put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "Don't worry about it, ma'am. She's my favorite." You smile at the shy mother too. Probably where the little girl inherited it from.

Scanning the file, the child is said to have fevers. You remember too that three weeks ago, Areum came because of a fever. You take a thermometer to measure the child's temperature. "Kindly face the side, sweetie." You coo at her and she obliges in a second.

You sanitize the tympanic thermometer before putting it in her ear. While it hasn't come back with results, you ask her mother about how the child is. This happens so naturally. It was basically a routine. This was your dream.

"So since when did she have this fever?" You ask Areum's mom who was rubbing her child's back while you hold the thermometer in her ear. "Two days ago. Her immune system is really weak." She sighs sadly, looking at her kid with pitiful eyes.

You take out the beeping thermometer. Your eyes skim over Areum's temp, 39.2°. "How are you feeling then, Reummie?" You ask her while sanitizing the thermometer before putting it back.

You pick up the stethoscope around your neck. "Come here, babe." You say softly to Areum who willingly follows. You listen to her heartbeat and everything was pretty normal. The fever was the only thing bothering the child.

“Is there anything bothering you right now?” You frown a little at the little girl’s tiny grimace.

"Headaches." She mutters under her breath. You nod at the kid's answer. "Do you have cough? Some other sickness?" You ask her again, a pen in hand to take note of what the child's answer could be.

She shakes her head at your question. "Just fever." Areum's mom smiled sadly when she answered.

"Since you've been getting on and off fevers ever since, we will just assume for now it's because of the weather. It’s been snowing hard, Areum needs to put more clothes on." You advice while jotting down the prescription for Areum after checking her heartbeat.

"Just take what I usually recommend. Also, her vitamins and diet should be more monitored, ma'am. Her water intake too." You say that without looking at her mom but you know she's nodding and listening.

Areum’s mom was exceptionally beautiful. She was an exact opposite of her but you admired her tremendously. You admired her strength and courage. It wasn’t easy to be a housewife and a very hands-on mom like her. God knows you would never do that for someone.

Speaking of that, you never truly did. Your passion for medicine and science was always greater. Well, you thought so.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you sign at the bottom and hand the paper to Areum's mother. "If she still has fever until the end of the week, bring her back so we can run some tests on her." You say as she nods at everything you say. You hand her the prescription and she happily takes it.

"Thank you so much, doc." She smiles at you gratefully as she stands up. "Let me walk you out." You stand up yourself too and pick up your belongings that were prepared beforehand.

You hold Areum's hand as you three walk out of your office. Passing by the nurses' table, you log yourself out of your shift and finally proceed walking with Areum to the parking lot.

You see her reserved demeanor even grow when people and patients were around. She was an exact opposite of you, you think again. You were independent, confident and hungry for your career ambitions while she bowed a little too low. Women could be insanely different but still, her choice astounded you. It takes a lot of strength to be gentle, you ponder.

"Where are you going after, doc?" Areum's mom inquired when you entered the elevator for the basement parking, stopping you from getting lost further in your thoughts. "Just home." You press Basement 1 with your free hand as Areum held the other.

"There's a boyfriend waiting then?" She asks you with a shy smile, trying to make conversation. "I don't even have time for sleep. I can't imagine having one." You laugh at her question.

Wildly, you wonder back to your earlier thought. Maybe if I didn't become a doctor, I'd be a mother like her too. But I chose my dream.

You snap out of your thoughts and ask her back. "How about you, ma'am?" The elevator pinged and opened. "My husband's just picking us up to go home." She smiles with content as if her husband was everything. You kind of wished you had that too.

Well actually, you had it. But you lost it too.

Before you could part ways with the shy kid and her even shyer mother, a black sedan pulls up in front of you.

A familiar man in a suit gets out, a face you know too well. "Appa!" You smile at Areum who was now running to the dapper man. Despite being sick, Areum was still excited to see her dad. Areum's mom walks over to the driver too and you finally look up.

You lost your breath the moment you recognized his face. It was him. The reason why you had asked such questions to Minseok. His face alone brought you the memory.

(flashback)

You wanted to bang your head against the desk as you skim over the Macleod's Clinical Examination for the nth time today. Nothing was going your way today. Med school was stressing you out, giving you a maximum of 9-hour sleep a week.

You hear some noise from your living room. You decide to take a study break and finally head out of your study. You haven't seen your boyfriend for a week despite living in the same apartment.

Despite his schedule being loose as a freelancer, your med studies were enough to stop the two of you from seeing one another.

You turn the doorknob and see a surprising scene in front of you. "W-What is this?" Your voice broke at the sight of Baekhyun and his luggage. His eyes were red and framed with dark circles. He looked sad and tired.

"I'm moving out." He states the obvious, sitting down on the sofa with a troubled face. "Why?" Your voice cracked again as it sounded so much like desperation and shock.

"You don't even have time for me." He mutters softly, obviously trying to stay calm. You were shocked at what he said. He loved you the most, he supported you the most. How could he not understand that this was your dream? How could he not understand that this isn’t forever? How could he demand so fucking much?

You fall to your knees weakly as tears in your eyes threatened to spill. "It's not your fault. I'm not even forcing you to choose me, Y/N. B-But, I can't live like this. Not anymore." He huffs out as if it was a burden he had carried ever since.

"I know it's not my fault, Baek! Hell, you're making me feel bad for chasing my dream!" You cry in hopelessness. "I'm sorry." He whispers, meters away from you.

Tears have finally made way to your face as internal pain enveloped your being. "It's just that- I can't be with someone who doesn't have time." He tries to say it again as if it's gonna make things better.

"Is it really going to be worth it? Us breaking up over this?" You didn't want to beg but God knows you've spent half your life with this man, dreaming of spending the rest of it with him. Was he really not for you? 7 years just going down the drain because you didn't have enough time?

"Am I not enough, Baekhyun?" You ask once again when he falls silent, his face in his hands. "Am I not a reason enough for you to stay?" You were disgusted at how you were on your knees, begging a man to stay.

His face was filled with sorrow as his eyes avoid meeting yours. You suddenly remember that he was the same boy who loved you unconditionally with endless patience seven years ago.

"Byun Baekhyun, I have loved you ever since I saw you that day when you laughed out loud in front of the class while introducing yourself in fifth grade." You recall an image of the boy you have loved ever since. "Tell me, don't I love you enough?" Your lips were trembling.

"I'm sorry." Baek mutters again, making you cringe at his words. "Stop apologizing, for fuck's sake, Baekhyun! I’m asking you! Am I not fucking enough?" You explode in anger, tears and pain.

"Seven years..." You whisper to the air. It felt like it was just yesterday when you two were in high-school and in love. How did it end like this? How did it end just because of time. How could he not understand? "Don't you want me to reach my dreams?" You ask him again, tears streaming down your face.

He closes his eyes shut as tears started racing down his face too. It was at that moment you realized that you weren't the only one in pain. He was too.

Like how you are breaking right now, he had suffered in silence too. He saw how consumed you were, thinking he was no longer important in your life. He saw how this relationship made it hard for you to concentrate too. He saw how he slowly faded in your ‘dream’.

But still, it broke you knowing that you hurt him this bad. It broke you knowing that the pain was too much, he had to disappear.

Your world crumbled in front of you as he stood there in pain, determined to leave. He was your first love. He was your everything. How could something so beautiful end like this?

"I'm not forcing you to choose me, Y/N." He says painstakingly, sorrow and loneliness in his voice. The aching pain in his heart was now double as he sees you on your knees.

"Will you be happy?" You ask the love of your life as he held his things in his arms. He only nodded with gritted teeth, knowing it’d be hard for him too.

That was it. The sign you needed. You were gonna let him go. You loved him too much, you couldn't imagine letting him suffer even more. You would always wish for his happiness. So you take a deep breath and nod back at him too.

For the last time, he speaks to you. "I'm not forcing you to choose me because I'm holding you back. So reach your dreams, Y/N. Reach it without me, doc." He stands up and finally departing for good, leaving you broken and your questions unanswered.

Today's Byun Baekhyun looked no day older than he did the moment he left the apartment you two shared. The supposed life you two were going to have.

"This is Dr. Y/L/N, she's Areum's doctor." Areum's mom happily links his arm with Baekhyun, snapping you out of your momentary flashback. A soft 'oh' falls from his lips as a lump forms in your throat in silence.

You couldn't breathe. Your world stops like it just did six years ago while you were on your knees and on the floor of the same shared apartment. You weren't over him at all. Moving on meant completely being fine. But despite six years flying out the window since he left, he still had that effect on you. He still left you breathless like he did in fifth grade with his hearty laugh.

"You made it, doc." He gives you the same smile he had way back when he confessed that he had a crush on you in seventh grade. Your lungs constrict at the nickname and you couldn't say a word.

His eyes shone with adoration and love that was once for you. "Yeobo, do you know her? She's a very good doctor." Areum's mother cheered, her daughter nodding in agreement too.

You see him pick Areum up in his arms. Now, the little kid resembled him a lot. It made sense, you know. He was now with a girl who could only see him in the future. He was with a woman who loved him enough to give up on her career. How could you not notice?

"Appa, I'm hungry." Areum murmured against her father's shoulders. Baekhyun rubs his daughter’s back as Areum’s mom places a chaste kiss on her husband’s lips. Tears pooled in your eyes as a familiar pain spreads in your chest.

"I-I better get going." You stammered, feeling abandoned all over again. You knew you were going to cry if you stayed one more second with them.

He had moved on. He had a family. While you, on the other hand, are still stuck over something that happened years ago.

"Do you know her? Is she okay?" You can hear Areum's mother pry to her husband once again. Husband, your heart ached at that thought.

Before you were out of earshot, you hear Baekhyun's answer to his wife's question that makes you want to run back home and cry. Everything finally made sense. You weren't happy despite reaching your dream. It wasn’t complete. You still pondered over moving on. You still wondered how he was. But right in this moment, you realize it.

"Just an old friend, yeobo." No, Baekhyun, you were my dream too.

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bby-ahgastay · 4 years

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Baby- L.M.H.

a/n: have y'all seen lino's red hair. he looks so god damn good wth. he's been fucking my shit up b a d lately LOL. and imagining this man carrying a little baby has me all🥺. but also like god it's so hot lmaoo.(that one video of them all with babies and he's holding the baby so naturally wow that fucked me up for a while). anyways, sorry again for the rare posts i really do appreciate you all reading my stuff, and i have a few more things i plan on posting hopefully soon! thank you all for reading, following, liking, and just all that stuff lol. love you all<3

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summary: minho confesses that he's been trying to knock you up lol.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fingering and suggestiveness, tiny bit of fluff. breeding kink too ig?

you stare up in confusion when you hear your boyfriend huff loudly for the third time. "what's wrong, babe?" you ask him, putting your book down and shifting in bed to look at him.

"so, are you like on the pill or something? what kind? and why is that shit so strong?" minho throws his hands up, falling dramatically back into the pillows next to you. taking a moment to process his questions, you stare at the wall past him.

"w-what..?" is all you can manage to get out. he huffs and rubs his eyes in frustration. bringing his hands down from his face, minho sits up and takes your hands in his. you sit up with him, sitting with your legs crossed and your boyfriend mirroring you, your hands in his resting on his lap.

"sorry, i just..." he stares down at your intertwined fingers with furrowed eyebrows, thinking of how he should even say this. "i don't want to scare you off, but..." and another pause. you take one hand from his and bring it to his face. he leans into your touch as you caress his cheek.

"minho, come on. look at me. you know you can tell me anything," you speak softly. he sighs and looks up at you, your heart skipping a beat as his eyes meet yours. you're not sure if you'll ever get over the way he looks at you. after being together for years he can still take your breath away without even trying.

"lately i may or may not have been trying to get you pregnant, okay?" it takes a moment for you to realize what he means. he wants to get you pregnant... as in have a baby with you. a whole ass child. by the time you properly process this, he's already in a panic. you took more than a second to respond and in his mind, that's a bad sign.

"it's not even like i want to trap you or anything, i promise that's not it. i wouldn't do that. you know i wouldn't, right? i just- i don't know, i like the thought of you having my baby, i mean, i like the thought of making a baby with you. a-and i like thinking of us actually having a baby, you'd be a good mom. y-you're good with kids. i like seeing you with kids. i'd like seeing you with my kids. well, our kids. maybe i should have proposed first... i was going to anyways, hopefully soon, i want to marry you. i'm going to marry you, i-i mean if you want to marry me. fuck, okay, i just-"

"minho, babe," you cut him off. he takes a deep breath and bites at his lips. "i would love to have a baby with you. and i would love to marry you," your words help him calm down, you can even see his shoulders relax.

"really?" you giggle and nod at him, climbing to sit on his lap. his hands naturally go to your hips, sparkling eyes gazing up at you lovingly. you slowly lean closer to his perfect lips, catching them in a tender kiss.

when you pull away from each other you rest your forehead on his, your noses barely touching. "so, does this count as a proposal or...?" you lean back slightly and play with his hair.

"well, i wanted to do something nicer when i proposed, probably with our family and friends around..."

"oh please, minho, come on. you know i don't care how or where we are, or who we're with when you propose. as long as it's you asking me to marry you i don't care who else is there; family and friends, absolute strangers, or just me and you. no matter what the answer is yes," he just shakes his head and brings his forehead to rest on yours.

"i swear you're perfect," he mumbles before attaching his lips to yours. pulling away after a moment, minho hesitates before helping you off him and getting up. you watch curiously as he goes to the dresser, going for the drawer with his shirts and pulling out an old one from the bottom.

"so," he starts, smiling softly at you as he brings the folded material back to the bed. sitting back in front of you, he lightly shakes out the shirt until a small black box falls from it. his eyes meet yours as he picks it up, a large grin growing on his face. "i guess i can finally give this to you, then?"

you cover the smile taking over your face with one hand when he opens the box, a gorgeous diamond ring staring right up at you. looking up at him, you begin to nod frantically. he takes the ring from the box and one of his hands takes your left one, sliding the silver onto your ring finger.

"minho..." your voice shakes, tears filling your eyes as you gaze at the man in front of you. your fiance. wow, you loved the thought of that.

"i love you," he whispers, leaning forward to catch your lips on his.

"and i can't wait to give you everything in the world, y/n. i promise you that i will, okay? you and our baby will have everything you'll ever need," he mumbles before pressing his lips to yours again. you melt into him, your mouth never leaving his while he pushes you so that you're laying on the pillows behind you. his legs on either side of you, minho traps you under his larger figure while his hands roam your body and slide under your shirt.

once his lips leave yours they just move to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and stopping to leave marks every so often. you tangle a hand in his hair and hum in content, loving the way his lips feel against your skin. he takes a second to pull your shirt completely off you, his mouth moving to your now exposed chest as the shirt lands randomly on the bedroom floor.

"you know, min," you breathe out as he nips at the flesh spilling out of your bra, his hands dragging the straps off your shoulders. he doesn't stop as you continue. "i'm not even on birth control. i thought you just liked the feeling of no condom, but i never actually started taking the pill. i figured i might get pregnant, but honestly i didn't even mind," his hands reach under you to unclasp your bra, quick to throw the material away with your shirt. you fail to hold back a moan when his lips wrap around your nipple, his hand pinching at the other. his eyes flash up to watch your face as he continues.

"i have to admit it, babe, i liked the thought of it too... i love thinking of watching you hold our little baby... do you remember that day you first met my family? seeing how good you were with my baby cousin is what made me realize i want to have your babies for the first time..." he stops and looks at you for a moment, a sweet look in his eyes as his fingers glide over your curves.

you smile up at him, biting your lip as he leans down to kiss you again. it's a short and sweet kiss, and for a moment when he pulls away and you can just look into his eyes, you realize that you two are really engaged now. and trying to have a baby. maybe you two are too young for all this. but it doesn't really matter to either of you. you'd been together for years now and you had no doubt in your mind that minho was it for you. he's the only man you want for the rest of your life, and the sooner you get to build a life with him the better.

you trace his jawline with a finger and look down at his lips. "and, i have to admit, i really love the way it feels to have you cum inside me," you whimper slightly just thinking about it. minho groans and in instant his eyes darken, his fingers digging hard into your hips.

"i love the way it feels, too, jagiya, your pussy always feels so nice and warm for me. always so, so tight..." he reaches a hand between your bodies to feel your wet cunt through your thin sleep shorts. you let out a small moan, his hand moving the loose shorts aside to push a finger inside you.

his mouth goes to your collarbone, you moaning as he licks a long stripe up your neck while he adds another finger and starts pumping them in and out of you. a deep groan leaves him as he fucks you with his fingers, the sound in your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

"i'm going to fuck you until you're all nice and filled up with my cum, my love... fuck, i can't wait to see you carrying my baby."

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fivesoskingdom · 6 years

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"I need you" gang!Ashton (Golden Star Fanfic)

A/N: The fucking seventh part is here, babes. 🖤 So, if you can really read this before going through I would appreciate it. This week I was on Twitter and I found this girl that was making a thread about all those problematic fanfics and all and it made me think of this one. I guess I really don't need to need to say this, but I'm going to say anyway: all the shit I write here is wrong as fuck. Like, the whole thing. There's not even one thing here that you should accept in your life, really nothing. If a person says they would kill you, if a person say or do anything that threatened your life, please, run away as soon as possible. This is not a sign of love, this is not a sign of protection, please don't be in a toxic relationship, be safe, OK? You're worth it. Don't let fanfics mess with your head, not this one, not any other. Not every story (in movies, books or whatever) are made to show something positive or that you can get something out of it. Sometimes they are just... Stories. Thank you 🖤 Oh, and before I forget: Remember, if you guys kill me after reading this chapter, I won't be able to finish the story. Keep this in mind.

Summary: Golden Star stopped being an issue on your life for a long time, but something happened and you needed help. Now you need to help them again.

You can find the previous parts here.

For a year the Golden Star became just a memory of what one day your life was. Ashton vanish from everything and you never heard about him, Luke was the only one to send you messages time from time just to say that everyone was still alive and to check on you as well, but the messages never were anything like the all night conversations you two used to share. Aside from Luke, the only other person you talked to from the gang was a guy that, times to times, appeared on your door to check on your necklace to see if it needed any fixing. You never took it out, not even when you bath, not even when a year later you never saw anyone watching you or following you. The Golden Star on your chest always sparking with a little A on it. People asked if it was your boyfriend, but you always denied and changed the subject saying that was personal.

One day you were coming back home when you saw a car parked three houses before yours, you knew, for a fact, that that house was empty for almost six months now and whoever tried to park wasn't to go there. You looked around, widen eyes, but you couldn't see anything or anyone. You've been living in the same house since you finished college, you knew everyone there, every family and could even say that you knew the routine of everyone. That car was new, wasn’t from someone you knew and it wasn’t just a visit for someone there. That kind of car were used by a very specific kind of people, even more when inside were all green and you could see the little snake on the glass. That was problem. You parked on your own garage and walked carefully to your door, it was locked, just like you had left, but your curtain had been moved and you could see a silver shining thing on your couch and a little shadow next to your kitchen door. You came back to your car and got out of there, driving to the known road to the Golden Star building.

"Did you missed us?" the cocky smile from Calum welcomed you, but when he saw your not very happy face, he just dropped it. "Come in."

For the first time the building was empty, not one single man were around and that was odd, it wasn't that late. Some things were different too, like the window in the second floor, now you could see inside the office that was, as well, a little different. Calum and you walked to the office, only Michael was there.

"Where's everyone? Why is so quiet here?" you asked. Almost looked like you were in the wrong place, Michael just shrugged, putting the TV on mute and looking at you. "There's someone in my house."

"Are you sure?" Calum asked. "Did you saw someone?"

"I live in a really quiet area, there was an car parked three houses before mine, an empty one, a black car with green interior." you looked between them. "When I got to my door I saw that someone moved my curtain, then I saw something metallic sparkling on the couch and a shadow. I just came right way here."

"We're out of your life for more than a year now, there's no reason to Noah still be after you. Are you one hundred per cent sure?" Michael sat you down on the couch, giving you water, just now you realized you were shaking.

"Look, I don't like to be here as much as you guys don't like me being, I swear to God that someone was or is my house. I thought about calling the police, but then I remembered that I'm in this shit with you guys as long as I live here, so..."

"I'll take you home, I can check on you just to be sure, OK? Let's go." Calum said and you nodded, going with him back to your house. The car was still at the same place, what made Calum furrow his eyebrows, you parked again at your garage. "Stay here, stay low and please, shot anything that moves." he handed you a gun. You tried to get as down as possible, but enough to still see what Calum was doing. He got out of your car and entered in your house by the front door, but as soon as he got in, you heard the three loud shots and some screams. Scared, you sat up on your car just about time to see a two men coming out of your house, one of them got close to you and threw you a rock before you shot him on the arm and he rushed to his car with the other one, you couldn’t see their faces, but the green snake around the golden crown made very clear who was behind that. Noah. You got out of your car and ran into your house finding Calum on the floor, one shot on his chest, one on his leg, one in his arm and a cut on his neck. By some kind of miracle, he was still alive. You just slapped your own chest, hitting the Golden Star, Calum's phone started to alarm and you knew that the other boys started was well, you shut his off and yours started to buzz on your pocket.

"I'm on my way." you heard Ashton say.

"Bring everyone. Hurry." you said before crushing the phone on the ground, trying to help Calum. You moved him, trying to see if the bullets got out and two of them got, the one on his arm was still there. You cuted his shirt, making a bandage for his leg and one for his arm, you were trying to do something for his neck when you heard the three vehicles stopping by your house, Luke, Ashton and Michael entering pointing guns. Calum was on your floor, each second palier, his breath was already going really slow. "It was a trap, I'm sorry, I didn't know." you said crying like never before, getting their eyes on you. You were shaking, your hands couldn’t keep the pressure on his neck, everything was a complete mess. Ashton eyes widened when he saw Calum's body and all the blood all around, for a second he got almost as pale as his friend, but then he was already going to both of you.

"What the fuck happened?" Michael asked, getting a glare from Luke.

"That doesn't matter now, we need to do something." Ashton screamed, you got out of their way. "Your bedroom."

"I can't do anything here!" you screamed. "He need your doctor! You need to get him to a hospital."

"Ronan is dead." Luke said, you looked at him scared, they were already getting Calum out there, you were pacing around, not really knowing what to do or what to feel, at this point everyone had already called the police, for sure, and it was a matter of time until they got there and everything gets worse.

"You need to get out of here, now." You screamed, pushing them to your door, Ashton looked at you.

"I need you." He said, stopping by your door, his face in a complete mix of emotions, so many that you couldn’t even say all of them. You just shook your head, denying.

"I don't have anything here, Ashton! For fuck sake, I'm not an hospital!!" you screamed back.

"At the Golden Star. You will have everything there. Please. I really need you." his eyes softened for a moment and you just nodded, in the next second you were already on your car, Ashton driving as fast as he could away from your house while you saw the police cars coming in your direction, Luke and Mike far from your seeing.

Tag babes: @betkaskarpetka @songforhema @my-world97 @sebshipsstenbrough

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spenceraugust · 4 years

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TAZNC Day 3

@taznovembercelebration

Selected prompt is italicized: roommates, warmth

See the month’s prompt list: https://bit.ly/2TUfDLC

Read it on AO3: https://bit.ly/38cjqMO

TW: Hypothermia/ frostbite, missing pet

"I'm going to kill you," Kravitz said frantically, grabbing Taako by the forearm and pulling him out of the river. "Jesus, it's minus thirty out here, and you're soaking, and it's a fifteen minute walk to the car, and- what the hell were you thinking?"

"I thought I heard her meowing across the river," Taako replied, not even really thinking about it. His brain was still ninety seconds in the past, stuck on the moment of impact. He'd been submersed, so suddenly he'd forgotten to yell for help. His thoughts had been stuck on how cold the water had been, and every joint in his body had locked up, like a machine needing oil. It felt like their was needles piercing his every limb, and he could barely manage to thrash enough to signal Kravitz-

"Hey!" Kravitz snapped in front of his face. "Hey, look at me- I need you to stay with me. We need to get you out of those clothes, okay? I'm going to put you in my coat. You need to get warm."

"You'll be cold," He muttered.

"It's a lot better than you staying wet," Kravitz replied, hands already pulling at the zipper of Taako's coat, "I've got a sweater on, I should be okay."

"I'm not even shivering, babes, I can make it to the car." Taako replied, trying for reassuring.

Judging by the look on Kravitz's face, he was not.

Wet clothes slung over one shoulder and a freezing boyfriend on the other, Kravitz guided them back towards their SUV, cursing the whole time for the path they had taken. It was more of a hike than anything, with fallen trees and massive snow banks. Kravitz had to help him over most things, and he was practically carrying him like a lost kitten-

"Shit, Krav, Persimmon," Taako twisted to look at him. "We've gotta go back. I think she's back there."

"I'll come back out once I get you home, okay?" Kravitz promised tentatively. "You're not doing so well. I'd really like to get you warmed up."

"I'm fine-"

"Taako, you're freezing and your words are slurring together. I'm- look, I really don't want to do this, but we need to go home. I will come back once I know you're okay, but- Persimmon is six months, what are the odds she even made it this far anyways?" Kravitz tried to rationalize. "For all we know, she's waiting for us at home."

"I heard her," Taako begged, "Kravitz come on- I'll just sit in the car with the heat cranked up. It'll be fine-"

"I'm sorry, but I'm putting my foot down, Taako- I won't jeopardize your safety for a cat, okay? We did our best." Kravitz insisted. "We're almost back to the car anyways. How are you doing?"

"I'm cold, I guess, but I don't really feel it." Taako frowned down at his uncomfortably pale hands, "But I feel okay. Tired, but I didn't have coffee this morning. I kind of just want to nap." "We'll get you a nap soon, promise," Kravitz said. "Last big log before the car, are you ready?"

"It's a log, not a fucking mountain," Taako frowned. "Boost me?"

"Yeah, come on," Kravitz tossed the clothes over in order to use both hands to assist Taako. "Just slide over if you can," "I've been hiking before, bones-" Taako was in the middle of retorting as his feet hit the snow and gave out beneath him. He struggled for a mere moment to stand before Kravitz was kneeling next to him, pulling him back up.

"Shit, Taako, I'm sorry- fuck, look at you-" "I'm okay," Taako repeated, but even this time he knew it wasn't true. He was very not okay, and if Kravitz was this worried-

Kravitz lifted Taako into the passenger seat, leaning over him to turn the car on and cranking the heat up to max. "I bet your socks are soaked, let's get those boots off. I think I still have a couple of blankets in the back from picnic day- We can wrap your toes up in them."

"Hey," Taako muttered, "I'll be okay. I'm not fuckin'- I just have to go home and take a hot shower. It's fine. You don't have to fuss."

"Okay," Kravitz squeezed Taako's hand and kissed his lips briefly. "I'm just worried about you. I'll grab the blankets and we can go."

Everything after that, up until getting in the tub was a blur- Kravitz spent the entire car ride glancing over, and took every red light as an opportunity to tuck Taako into his blankets a little tighter. Kravitz stripped him as water filled the tub, even though there really wasn't much to take off- some blankets and his coat, but nothing that Taako couldn't have handled himself. That being said, the blonde had faint memories of being carried upstairs, so maybe he did need the help.

"Jesus, fuck." Taako slipped a toe into the water and yanked it out. "That's fucking burning." "It's not, unfortunately," Kravitz said. "We've got to work you up to that. This is just a couple of degrees below room temperature."

"If I need to work my way up to it, can't we start colder? It hurts-" "Taako, babe?" Kravitz said gently, but in a tone that was clearly not for negotiating, "Get in the fucking tub."

Regaining sensation in his extremities was surprisingly awful; every fifteen minutes or so, Kravitz would drain some of the tub and replace it with warm water, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he did. By the time Kravitz was thoroughly satisfied with Taako's reheating (he felt a little bit like he'd been through the microwave) there was a steaming mug of tea and a pair of warm pajamas waiting.

"Better?" Kravitz asked, taking Taako's hand once he was done changing and looking it over for any signs of permanent damage.

"I mean, technically, yes, but I feel way worse," Taako replied, nose crinkling at the deep wrinkles that had formed on his fingertips. "I want food. And we need to find Persimmon."

"I've called Lup and Barry, and they're going to put up some posters," Kravitz promised. "Barry made a good point- Persie likes that lady down the road. Maybe she ran out to go and try and visit."

"Persie doesn't know where she lives."

"I didn't say she was smart. Anyways, she probably would have stayed local- someone may have scooped her up and taken her home. We just have to figure out who," Kravitz said. "Are you still tired? You can nap on the couch while I order dinner."

"I'm tired, but I'm worried about my baby first and foremost," Taako crossed his arms. "We need to find-"

"Do you hear that?" Kravitz frowned, hushing Taako with an open palm. "It sounds like scratching."

"I swear to god-" Taako hissed, heading towards the door.

"Wait, let me get the door, the wind-" Kravitz called, but Taako's hand was already on the knob.

Standing, just a few inches from the door, claws out, was a small orange tabby, who opened her mouth and meowed upon seeing Taako.

"You stupid cat," He groaned, scooping her up into his arms. She purred in delight, rubbing her cheek against his neck and meowed louder as she was pulled inside. "Look who found her way home."

"I'm implementing a firm 'Persimmon-is-not-allowed-near-open-doors' policy." Kravitz said, hurrying over to pet his kitten's cheek. "Where did you run off to, little one?"

"I think she's hungry," Taako said, smiling as the cat meowed again.

"Well, she wouldn't have been hungry if she hadn't ran out before breakfast," Kravitz replied. "Why don't the two of you go snuggle by the fire place, and I'll bring some food and treats over, okay? And I need to call Lup back. She's going to be pissed if she prints a hundred posters for nothing."

"Mm," Taako hummed in agreement, running his fingers over the soft fur of their cat. She purred a little louder, and with the security of heat from the fireplace and the found wanderer, he allowed himself to shut his eyes and fall asleep. When he awoke, hours later, the cat was still with him, but a third person had joined. Kravitz, leaning on his shoulder, mouth agape and eyes tightly shut in a peaceful sleep. With a smile, he leaned a little closer and began to drift once more.

#long post #TAZNC #tw hypothermia #tw frostbite #tw missing pet #The Adventure Zone #taakitz #taako #kravitz

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