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seekatiecry · 1 year

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After sunset

This is my first time ever writing anything let alone smut but I've already read all of the Quaritch fics and one-shots and drabbles on this godforsaken app AND ITS NOT ENOUGH🥹Sorry if it suckz💀

Recom!Miles Quaritch x Fem!Reader

Summary: Miles escorts you to look at plants(:

Warnings: M! Receiving oral, dom/sub dynamic, pet names, daddy kink

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“C’mon, little bug. The sun’s settin’ we gotta get back to base.”

You were sitting crisscrossed in the forest of Pandora, taking down notes of a new flower you had found on your little excursion. The sun was indeed setting but you couldn’t bring yourself to tear your eyes away from the little plant so you ignore the voice of the Colonel.

He reaches around you and takes your notebook out of your hands, looking at your little sketches and observations. “You know it’s not nice to ignore people, bug. ‘Know ya been busy but I can’t have you out after sunset. You know ‘S too dangerous.”

"Actually I don't know because I've never been out after sunset." You shot back, blue hands pulling at the plush grass beneath you.

"Stop poutin'. You know I ain't never lied to ya. What kinda man would I be if I took my baby bug away from her plants for no reason? Hm?" He tried to reason with you. The pout settled on your plump lips making him smile.

You huff, standing up. Your avatar was big but definitely nowhere near the size Miles was. He towered over you, jaw clenching when he saw your pretty little eyes roll at him.

"yeah yeah yeah." You mumbled, breathing out loudly but nonetheless, you start to collect the rest of your things that were scattered about. You bent down at the waist to pick up your pens when you feel a sharp sting to your right ass cheek.

You yelp and stand up straight as a board, turning around slowly to look at the Colonel with your mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"What was that for?!" You whined, softly rubbing the sore flesh on your behind.

His eyes were pointed, ears pinned back, "Keep the 'tude in check little girl or I won't bring you back out here again. Was nice to ya all day watching you take your little notes. If you don't get your ass movin', I won't be so nice anymore." His tail curled up behind him letting you know that he wasn't playing.

You playfully hiss at your lover, baring your sharp teeth at him.

His eyebrows jump up at your defiance. A small smirk pulls at his lips. "My little love bug gettin' all upset, hm? 'cause she's not gettin' her way?"

He crowds your senses. Walking around you silently, he decides to toy with you. A sharp tug to your tail makes you whine, turning sharply to meet his eyes which were lit up with amusement.

You snarl and jump at him, tackling him to the ground which he allowed, deciding to let you have your fun. Your tail swished happily behind you when your hands settle on the wide expanse of his chest.

You were perched on his abs as you leaned down, your nose softly bumping up against his. Your gaze locked on his lips.

"Did ya throw this fit all for a kiss, baby bug? Hm? You know all you haveta do is ask daddy nicely." He coos at you. You whine at his tone, nudging his nose with yours once more.

His strong hands grip your hips, thumbs rubbing your exposed belly softly.

"Please." Your eyes finally met his as you breathed out, wriggling in excitement.

The sun had fully gone down now. Bioluminescent dots scattered the scene around you. Even when the Colonel was focused on you, he still was keeping an ear out for any unwanted signs of life.

"Please, what?" an eyebrow jumped up in question as a hand moved up to the base of your queue making you cry out.

"Please, Daddy! Pretty please! Kiss me." your pleads came out in short, quiet breaths. You hadn't noticed the pout that weighed down your lips but he sure did.

A big thumb softly rubbed against your cheek when it settled to sup your jaw. He hummed when he felt your fingernails digging into the skin on his chest.

"Daddy doesn't know if you deserve it, bug. Been mean to me all day, haven't ya? Hurtin' his feelins since we left." He insincerely pouts at you, his grip tightening at the base of your queue.

You whine out a string of apologies. You didn't mean to be mean, you kept telling yourself. But that was a lie. You did mean it. And you would keep meaning it if it always ended up like this. Your body on his.

He tsks, the grip on your hip letting up as he starts to push you down his body. The cute little tears in your eyes egging him on to get you to apologize the right way.

"I know a better way to apologize. Want ya to kiss it better. Wanna do that for Daddy? Wanna make him feel better?" He taunts, sitting up finally when you're on your knees in between his legs.

Your wide teary eyes never leave his as your hands rest on his knees. Sniffling, you nod, starting to pull at the camo cargos that fit him so well.

He lifts up, letting you pull them down watching as your tongue darts out to wet your lips. You crawl closer to the bulge in his underwear.

"So eager to please me, aren't ya baby?" His big hand cups the side of your face, thumb wiping at a stray tear that had fallen.

You were so cute like this, he thought. So eager and ready to impress. No matter the tears in your eyes, your tail that was excitedly swishing behind you gave you way. Like a little puppy. Pawing at his cock like a bitch in heat.

"Well, whatcha waitin for, love bug? Make daddy feel good." He pulls his underwear down, letting your favorite treat spring out rock hard as it hit his abs. Softly stroking himself under your heated gaze.

You replace his hands with your own, spitting on the tip. The grip you had on the base tightened as you touched him. You licked the tip when a pearl of precum oozed out.

His hips gently rolled upwards, pushing a little more than his tip threw the plush of your mouth. He kept his eyes on your face trying to focus on keeping his eyes open.

Bucking up, he pushes more into you. His hands are now tangled in your hair as he sets the starting pace. You moaned deciding to stick your tongue out past your lips to trace the thick vein that ran on the underside of his cock. With each thrust, more of your spit coated him.

"Fuck-" He cursed. Your hums filled the air leaving little vibrations on the most sensitive part of him. He pushed your head down getting greedy to fill your throat full of him. "My good fucking girl. Ya always make Daddy feel so much better."

The hands in your hair had lighted their grip allowing you to pull away. Drool still connected you to him as you took a few deep breaths.

"More, please Daddy. I want more."

Miles always thought you begged so pretty for him. Just for him.

"More, love bug? think you can take it?" He smirked at the look in your eyes. Cock drunk already. No thoughts in your head, just him.

You nodded as soon as the words left his mouth. Smiling prettily at him, you lower your head back down taking him back in your mouth.

Miles groaned loudly bucking into the wet softness. The smell of your arousal cocooned him. He was so hard he thought if you pulled too hard you would snap him in half.

You watched as his eyes fluttered shut for a second feeling proud of yourself. It was short-lived though when they snapped back open to watch you choke. He had pushed your head all the way down so your nosed touched his navel.

He used the hand in your hair to keep you still as he dragged you back and forth to meet his hips. A tear had dropped from your eyes when he thrust hard into your mouth.

His pace was relentless from that moment forward. Fucking your face till he was satisfied. You knew he would stop at a tap from your fingers on his thigh but you didn't want him to. You deserved this. You deserved to be punished for making your Colonel sad.

The sounds of you choking filled the air.

"So good, baby. Daddy's not gonna stop till your little throat is the shape of my dick." Breathless words tumbled from his mouth as he used you.

His tip hit the back of your throat in the most delicious way making the muscles in your throat contract. A few stray tears fell from your adoring eyes.

The knot in his stomach tightened at the sight. So fucking gorgeous.

The Colonel's hips faltered as he pulled your mouth off of him, his chest moving up and down with the heavy breaths coming out of his mouth. He was disappointed with himself for not lasting long. What a chump.

"Where do you want Daddy's cum, little bug?" He asked, big hand moving to cup your face. His thumb smeared your spit over your lips before popping it into his mouth, savoring the taste of you on his tongue.

"My mouth please, Daddy. Wanna taste you." you took it upon yourself to wrap your small hands around his length. Squeezing the base, you jerked him off slowly.

Lowering your head and keeping your eyes on his face, you softly licked and sucked on his balls.

Your hands picked up the pace you heard him groan.

God he loved you.

He moved you back to his tip, gripping the sides of your cheeks to open your mouth. You engulfed him, going as far down as you could without his help.

He bucked into you until he came in the back of your throat, biting out loud curses and groans.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned at the salty taste of him. You could never get enough.

When he was done he pulled you off of him, guiding you to sit in his lap to press his lips to yours. Fucking finally.

He took his time exploring your mouth. Kissing, biting and licking until he was satisfied. The taste of him still on your tongue drove him crazy.

You both pulled away with stars in your eyes.

"Whatdya say, baby bug?"

"Thank you, Daddy. love you so much." You smiled up at him before rubbing your face over his.

He hummed in approval, letting you scent him until you were happy. His hands moved to your ass, he yanked you flush against him and he basked in the feeling of your skin on his.

It was fully dark when the two of you returned to base. The Colonel definitely bruised your ass when you got back to your quarters.

#miles quaritch x reader #avatar #ATWOW #the colonel #miles quaritch #this was scary

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deeply-unserious-fellow · 4 days

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I've made. S o m a n y. Attempts at analyzing Vox's relationship with the fuckin Angel & Val bullshit. So many. But they always come out sounding like fucking word salad. So instead, I'm going to try making a bulleted list of all the different pieces of evidence I've gathered, and then simply not draw a conclusion because I don't fUCKING KNOW-

Vox does not like Angel

Vox seemed excited at the prospect of Angel quitting(despite knowing he physically can't?)

Like his eyes *literally* lit up he was so excited(the same way Velvette's did when she was yelling about wrist ruffles & Carmilla's did during Whatever It Takes)

Saying "Angel quit?" could've been him joking, but between his expression, tone of voice, and the context surrounding the line, I don't think that's the case?

That line is weird as fuck man...

There are two reasons Vox doesn't like Angel: Val constantly freaking the fuck out over minor Angel-related things & he's probably jelous of how much space Angel takes up in Val's brain

Vox does not seem to care for Angel's well being, probably viewing him as nothing more then a cash cow

I say "seem" and "probably" because it IS significantly more likely that Vox doesn't give a shit, but we haven't seen Angel & Vox interacting one on one yet, so there's still a chance I could be wrong and Vox does care in some capacity? Again significantly more likely he doesn't I'm just trying to cover all my bases here

Which speaking of- we don't know how Angel feels about Vox at all? Like aside from Vox's cameo in Poison(Angel's pseudo-dream sequence), we don't actually get Angel's perspective on Vox. Ever.

Like I'd assume Angel doesn't LIKE him just by virtue of his relationship with Val but there's no real way to tell?

Vox(seemingly) hasn't done anything to deal with Val's weird issues with Angel

He probably can't get rid of Angel entirely because of the loss in profits

But he also hasn't attempted to limit Angel's ability to leave the studio or anything, and he hasn't done anything to Val that might discourage his irrational behavior

He's actually pretty hands off when it comes to all of the other Vees' shit just like. In general. The only time we see him interfering is when Val is destroying Velvette's stuff

Vox doesn't seem to give a shit that Angel moved out of the studio

Like he isn't even happy about it just true neutrality-

He only STARTS caring when Val starts threatening to shoot up a building about it(read: when his image is now on the line)

The look Vox gives Angel in Poison just kind of proves he. Doesn't like Angel. And is kissing(but appearently not dating???) Valentino.

The fact that the blood drips, which are usually on the left side of his mouth, are coming off of the right instead during this scene FEELS important but that's another topic entirely so I won't go into it here

Also, as stated before, Poison is a pseudo-dream sequence, so this scene might be less about how Vox views Angel and more about how Angel views Vox

But if that's the case, I cannot for the life of me decipher what the fuck Angel feels about Vox from this one shot so it's pretty much useless for now 💀💀💀

Alright that's it. I tried my best to be impartial and just write down what we know about the characters while also pointing out any gaps in information we might have, but if you think I'm being too generous or too harsh with any of these bullets and feel the need to tell me, PLEASE be nice about it and also use tone indicators. I don't wanna sound like a whiney baby or whatever the fuck but I genuinely cannot handle feeling like a stranger is yelling at me rn and tone indicators help me a LOT in that department.

#this is still fucking nonsense but this topic appearently destroys my brain cells so like #this is probably the closest I'll be able to get to successfully putting my thoughts on the subject down #I hate it here I hATE IT HERE #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #gal overanalyzes random shit

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winters-hysteria · 2 years

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nsfw aged up f. hargreeves nsfw alphabet

you've been warned, minors din

A= Aftercare (what they're like after the act)

i feel like five would seem like he's trying not to care but seeing you laying there all pretty after he's ruined you turns on his absolute *need* to make sure you're okay

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

his favorite part of himself is his hands. they're strong and really nice looking, and he can use them to grab you/push you around roughly and/or gently pin your wrists down

fav part of you is your ass. there was this one scene (can't remember the episode) but he stared at somebody walking out the door with a really weird smile and his eyes popping out and idk i feel like he'd do the same thing to you walking out a door, just stare and then klaus walks over like "eheheheh whatcha lookin' at buddy buddy boy bro brother homie" and he's just like "oh nothing nothing that interests ur gay ass anyways"

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

he'd love to finish inside you, but even if you don't let/want him to (which he will totally respect) he likes to cum in your mouth or your breasts, even if you are a part of the itty bitty titty community

tbh i think he'd like that even more bc (he has a size kink i'll get into that next )

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

he has a SIZE KINK. a really really nearly insatiable size kink.

i believe he'd like it if his S/O was really small / petite cause it makes him look SO MUCH BIGGER than you and goddammit if he doesn't get even hornier when you're on your knees for him and he looks down to see ur pretty lil hand wrapped around his cock

E= Experience (do they know what they're doing)

seeing as i write for five in his 20s, i think he might know sort of what he's doing but he's gonna need a lot of guidance. he also likes to play dumb when it comes to touching you cause he likes seeing you touch yourself and also it helps a lot with him learning what and where to touch

F= Favorite position

uhhhh this mfer's favorite position is 100% cowgirrrrrl

he loves seeing you on top of him I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

either that or having you below him is just *AAAAAAA*

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

he can be really really serious, but this man does crack jokes in the bedroom from time to time.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

he keeps himself pretty nicely groomed, cause yk carpet matches the drapes

and also i hc that he just feels gross if he doesn't

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

god oh god oh god

the can be *SO* rough, but during nights when he has you all to himself, it's slow, sensual,,,, mmmmmmm yummy

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he does this whenever you're not around, but his right hand will never ever evah substitute for the feeling of your warmth clenching around him.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

bondage, daddy, sadomasochistic power top, dom/sub vibes, possibly a little bit of wax play, definite knife play, coffee kink, mommy kink mommy kink mommy KINK, power play, size kink, choking kink, degradation/praise, roleplay

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

literally anywhere but prefers his bed or yours so he can tie you up

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

you could probably wave to him and he'd be half hard, like baby you don't need to do anything just move two steps to the left and ur gonna get your pussy pounded

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won't do)

he absolutely will not get you pregnant, bitch. you've got a world to save, he doesn't have time to be a dad.

scat, piss, vomit, necro, that type of stuff

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

fuc-king hell he loves giving, but won't ever say no to a good ol' bj

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

he can last a l o n g time.

he also won't change his pace unless you beg for it

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

he likes quickies, but really prefers to go nice and soft and slow with you

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he's open to it, but ya know he doesn't want to hurt you.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

im saying about ten or so and then he gets tired

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

has a whole ass collection of bad dragon products to use on you

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

oh lord this man will tease you until you are barely conscious..

"you like that little slut?"

the HEAVY breathing *UH*

when you do dominate him, he loves to be teased and will literally scream your name when you finally let him cum.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

definite heavy panting, but since he doesn't really have a filter he moans a lot too

he will degrade/praise tf outta you baby

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

okay but he wants you to top him.

he gets tired of topping sometimes and just wants to let you take over.

so do it, baby.

do it.

X= X-ray (what's down below in dem pants)

i'm thinking he's a little above average, 7 inches or so

thick, veiny, and a pretty pink head :>

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

he is ALWAYS horny and always looking for some way to grind against you or just fuck the shit outta you

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

so he falls asleep about an hour after because that's when his body just starts to shut down, but he doesn't realise that so sometimes he'll be standing upright doing something and then all the sudden you have to catch him bc he just fell asleep standing

#five hargreeves smut #7-up tag #7 up tag #number five smut #umbrella academy

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overlydramaticinephile · 2 years

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Number four.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader (no physical descriptions)

Summary: Steve and Y/N worry about their future together after high school. (Hope that's a good enough summary...)

Word count: 2,9k

Warnings: Based in season 2 Steve, Nancy and Steve never dated, underage drinking, drunk reader, Steve being kind of a douche, little angst?? Mostly fluff though. Also, like one curse word. (English is NOT my first language)

A/N: Hi! So, this is my first fic…I´m very excited but also super nervous. I wanted to write this because Steve reminds me a lot of Pacey Witter, one of my favorite characters ever so I thought I would do a Dawson´s Creek episode homage to a scene I love so, yeah, anyway…hope you guys enjoy! <3

Steve Harrington or King Steve as many in Hawkins High are used to calling him, he's the kind of guy to make someone nervous just by his mere presence, and don't even think about him talking to you because you will probably be left frozen to even respond. He's got the looks too, a high school version of Tom Cruise if you will, with that award-winning smile and hair that could possibly get its own talk show, Steve Harrington was the envy of many boys and girls in Hawkins.

However, Steve here was good at keeping secrets. Like the fact that he didn't like his friends and it was all a big status charade, that he and his parents never had a good relationship which made him feel lonely every time he was at his house, and that he might be the most popular guy in high school but that didn't mean it would get him out of it, high school I mean, because that's right, he keeps his below-average grades a secret from everyone. Well, maybe not everyone. There is, of course, Y/N L/N. Steve Harrington's girlfriend. When people talk about opposites attract, they might as well be talking about Steve and Y/N and their relationship. Y/N has always been a straight-A student and even if she won't admit it, she is pretty much a goody two shoes. You will never see her skipping class, except for that one time when it was Steve's birthday and she wanted to do something special and even then, she took her time to justify herself, it was his 18th birthday after all. Totally worth it, because believe it or not, Steve and Y/N are in for the long haul. They are pretty much attached to the hip at this point, and everyone knows they are Hawkins High class of '84 couple.

That brings us to the present. March 18th, 1984.

Y/N was sitting in her favorite coffee shop with her best friend, Nancy Wheeler. They were both drinking their not too hot, not too cold coffees. Nancy could see that Y/N was not fully present, she was most likely overthinking, she's aware that school for a senior can be hard in these couple of months; so close to graduating and not being able to get enough sleep for it.

“You shouldn't stay up all night stressing about college, you'll get in some place great. They'll give you tons of financial aid, and everything will be perfect” said Nancy trying to ease her friend's nerves that could be easily pointed out by how she was furrowing her eyebrows this whole time.

Y/N sighs looking down at her now empty coffee cup. “Yeah that's what I thought too…until yesterday.” you could tell something was really eating her up inside.

“What happened yesterday?”

“I had a meeting with the new college advisor.”

Y/N started doing that face she does when she's a little embarrassed, you know, the one where she gets her lips turning slightly up making her cheeks look even fuller. It was adorable really, not that she would ever think that though.

“So?” Nancy was waiting for Y/N to drop the bomb on her already.

While Y/N was having trouble addressing the issue until she finally said it. “I'm fourth.”

Now Nancy was trying to figure out what she meant by that. “Fourth? Four- Fourth in your class?” Nancy gasped with so much excitement that some heads turned to their table with confusion. “Y/N! That´s amazing!”

“Yeah…it's amazing…but Nancy, all the places that I thought I wanted to apply to, they're looking for people who are number four, and they're you know, concert violinists or they won the Westinghouse science prize, or they're legacies like Heather. I mean…maybe I shouldn't even bother, I--I'd probably just be wasting the application fees.”

“Come on, Y/N/N, your defeatist attitude has to go.” Nancy hated seeing her friend doubt herself like this. “What does Steve say?” she added.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows even more, if that's even possible. “Steve is barely going to graduate, I can't exactly cry on his shoulder about my tragic lack of extracurricular activities. If I tell Steve how stressed I am, he's just going to think that I'm this pathetic, whiny crybaby, you know?”

To be clear, Y/N wasn't a snitch but Nancy happened to be one of the best math tutors around in school and she always found out what students needed help, that's when she saw Steve's name, and…well she pretty much got in on the secret.

Later that week

“Look, going to one of these schools could open opportunities you've always dreamed about, right?

“Yes.” said Y/N with no hesitation in her voice.

“So, your dreams are your dreams, Y/N. You can't apologize for them. Just talk to him. You'll probably find out they're his dreams, too.”

Steve and Y/N were studying at Steve's place. Y/N wanted to help her boyfriend with his schoolwork and be ready for anything in the process. Steve, on the other hand, was just happy he got to spend some extra time with his girl.

They have been studying for a little bit over an hour now, it's around 6 in the afternoon and Steve couldn't ditch the feeling that something was bothering her. He thought that in a couple of minutes she would be talking all about it but when she kept re-reading the same page of her English book report he realized she probably wasn't. Therefor, Steve knew he needed to know what was wrong and if he could possibly help. He always felt like he owed Y/N a lot, him always thinking that she deserves better or that she's too good for him happen to be one of his deepest concerns. Of course, she doesn't feel that way in the slightest but what can I say, they are both very stubborn people. While Steve was thinking about all of this for the third time this day, he didn't realize he was staring, which of course she noticed, that's when she finally had enough.

Y/N sighs. “I found out yesterday that I'm fourth. My class rank. I'm fourth.”

“If I tell you what's bothering me, will you promise not to laugh at me, or tell me I'm insane or insist that I should just get over myself?”

As Steve got out of his thoughts, he couldn't help but smile at her nervous tone. “I think I can probably do that, yeah,” he said with a warm and inviting voice.

Steve without a second thought to his previous promise, chuckles “That's your problem? That's not a problem. If anything, that's a reason to quit studying.”

“I don't even know why I bother. I knew you wouldn't understand,” said Y/N.

Steve caught the look of sadness in her eyes and said “Ok, I'm sorry. That was bad. Can we try that again? Yeah? But this time, you've got to cut out all that stuff about being number four, 'cause I know that can't possibly be the reason you're so bothered.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and sighs, now sitting next to Steve in his bed. “Well, no, It's…it's just that I always thought that if I did well in school, that these doors would open for me, you know, and--and maybe I was just being naive. Maybe I've just set these goals that are unrealistic, and you know, certain people get into certain places because of who their parents are, how--you're not even listening.”

“Uh, no, I was listening. Look, we should just all have your problems you know? You're sitting here as a girl with one of the brightest futures on the face of the planet talking to a guy who's not going to get into any school where they don't give him his own tools.”

Y/N looks confused and sighs. “Put your shoes on. Let's go out.”

Now it was Steve's turn to look confused. “Out? We can't go out.”

Y/N stands up looking for that baby blue top that she loves and always leaves at Steve's. “Yeah, we can.”

“You know, just when this conversation starts to get emotionally complicated you want to bail. Who’s the guy in this relationship?”

Y/N turns to him and with an unbothered look says “You are, and like the guy, you have a choice. You can either stay here and prove how insensitive you are, or we can go to Amy's un-birthday party.”

“Right…I'll get my shoes.” with that, Steve knew in his gut he was in for a long night.

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Arriving at the party you could tell everyone was already pretty wasted. It was the first big party of the year after all.

Steve and Y/N enter the house and instantly guys start to greet Steve while the girls were whispering behind Y/N's back. That was something she will never get used to.

“We came for your immortal soul. That is if you got one.” Y/N mimicked his smile from earlier earning a very dramatic eye roll from Tommy.

Going to the kitchen the couple met with the voice of Tommy H, a grade-A asshole in Hawkins High and of course one of Steve's friends.

“Harrington. I knew you couldn't resist a party.” He says with that smug smile that you just want to wipe off his face. He then turns his head slightly to see Y/N, and let’s just say they don't get along. “I see you've brought the prim reaper.” He said with an annoyed look, they have hated each other since they can remember, and dating Steve definitely didn't change that.

Finally, Steve decided to cut in, “Actually I just want a drink.” he said with no emotion in his voice whatsoever.

Steve takes the cup away from her as fast as he can. “Oh, no, no, no. I don't think so. It is a proven fact, that you, madam, cannot hold your alcohol.”

“Mm-hmm. Here's one for you and for you.” Tommy directs the second drink at Y/N.

“Thanks.”

Y/N scoffs. “So let me get this straight, you can drink at parties, and I can't?” Oh oh, rocky territory.

“Yes, because as you so rightly pointed out, I am a guy, and if I'm going to get in trouble for being a guy, I think I should at least get to act like one every once in a while.”

At this point, Y/N looks at him with this fake agreement look which makes Steve self-conscious, that couldn't be a good sign. “You know, with your advance permission and approval. Of course, I wouldn't, you know, do it without asking first.”

Later that night…

“That's fine.”

“That's fine?” Steve was waiting for the shoe to drop.

Y/N's face changes to a look of calmness and unbotherness. “Yeah. We'll both be guys tonight. Cheers.” And there it was. The shoe dropped.

As expected, Y/N didn't feel like being babysitted by Steve, wouldn't that be ironic? So, tonight she lost him while spreading in the crowd of people to find one of her friends. Leaving Steve to do some finding of his own.

Tommy H. was having fun that much they knew. “Excellent. I love this girl. It's like she's trying to lose.”

Y/N was pacing around trying to find Steve and give him a piece of her mind. Her drunk mind that is. Until of course her eyes went wide in surprise.

“Strip poker. I leave you alone for 2 seconds, and you end up playing strip poker?”

Shit. Steve thought. “Originally this was just poker-poker until I started kicking his ass. Then Tommy decided to change the stakes on me, but I'm finished, now, and, uh, we can just leave.”

Oh, this was too good for Y/N to leave behind. Mocking surprise, she says “Why leave? There's a half-naked chick in the room.”

Steve knew where this was going and he wasn't really looking forward to that. “It's just a game. Up until now, nobody's taken off anything other than socks.”

“So, it's all just good, old, clean fun?”

“Yeah, exactly. Just good, clean, American guy fun.” said Steve with a smile that thought would make Y/N leave the issue alone.

“You heard me, now, what does a girl have to take off in order to play this game?” Y/N took a chair and sat down while drinking her punch.

“Mm. Deal me in.”

“Excuse me?” by now everyone was just looking at the couple and their little moment. Hawkins High most popular couple having an argument at a party? Scandalous.

“Ok, that's enough”, Steve says with an unexpected clap to make clear he was being serious. “It's time for us to leave now 'cause you see, you're drunk, you're bordering on disorderly and you are definitely insane. So, get up. Let's go. Shall we? Finished? Stand up. Let's go.” he said in a sing like voice, hoping Y/N wouldn't cause more of a scene.

“And why would I do that?” said Y/N smirking at her losing patience boyfriend.

“You want me to stand up?” Oh, Y/N was enjoying this, he thought.

“Yes, I'd like for you to stand up now.” he said faking a smile.

“Because you are forcing me to make the ultimate guy maneuver.” And before she could give him a response to what he means by that, Steve carried her on his shoulder and starting walking to exit the party.

“Steve, uh, you can put me down now, Steve. I'm fine.”

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After a quiet ride full of inside thoughts from both of them, they finally arrived at Y/N's house. Steve got out of the car and went to the other door to help her very drunk girlfriend.

“All right, you.” said Steve waiting for Y/N to get out of the car while he opens the door for her.

“I can't walk, Steve.” said Y/N in almost a whisper like voice.

“Before, I had to drag you kicking and screaming, but now you want to be carried? no.”

“It's a woman's right to change her mind.” says Y/N with her head out of the car.

“Ah, but tonight you're one of the guys, remember? and guys walk. So come on, number four. Out you get, watch your head.”

That's when the Y/H/C girl tried to get out of the car with her boyfriend's help. “Uh...I don't really feel so good.”

Steve scoffed. “Well, guess what? you're going to feel even worse tomorrow morning. And you still won't be any closer to getting into the ivy-covered institution of your choice.” he said with a mocking smile that didn't actually mean any harm.

“Steve. I've been doing some thinking.” Yup. this was really happening.

“Yeah. Drunk thinking…” that made Steve nervous to say the least.

“Maybe… maybe that's not what I really want. Maybe I just want to stay here. You know, I mean--I mean, look, it's--it´s really beautiful here and...and I could just--”

“Just what? Stay here and work as a waitress all your life? Come on. Forgive me if you're losing me here, Y/N/N, but to be perfectly honest, you haven't made the slightest bit of sense all night, even before you were drunk--”

“I wanna be with you, Steve. I wanna stay and be with you.” she said with a tone of sadness in her eyes. Sure, she wanted to leave Hawkins behind for good but the idea of losing Steve because of it scared the crap out of her.

Steve sighed. “Baby, if you wanna be with me, then staying here would be a really stupid idea, considering I don't plan to be here, I plan to be wherever you are.”

Y/N's sad frown turned into a very happy drunk smile. “Really?”

Steve couldn't help but smile himself. “Yes. Really. Not that you deserve to hear such things right now.”

Y/N sighed while they finally stopped leaning on Steve's car and started walking to her house. “I know, I know. It was a very stupid thing to get drunk.”

“Yes, it was. I mean let's face it here, Y/N/N. You are destined for academic glory, and your boyfriend is circling the drain, which is a problem. In fact, that is a very big problem, but you couldn't possibly have thought that you could solve all your problems in one night, with alcohol of all things.”

“No…” said Y/N with a shy voice.

Steve decided to keep going with his thoughts. “No. Because alcohol, you know, it has that effect on problems. It just never solved them, ever. And I would hate to think that I fell in love with a moron.”

Oh, that definitely caught Y/N's attention making her turn to face her boyfriend with that drunk happy smile that she gave him earlier.

“So, you're in love with me, huh?”

“Well, not currently, no. Right now, you're just some crazy drunk girl I got to get in that door without waking up her parents, but generally speaking…yes.”

Y/N laughed. “May I kiss you right now?”

“Yes, please.” said Steve with a wide smile.

“Mm-mmm-mmm! But I'm still not carrying you.” Steve murmured between kisses.

Y/N pulled back and whispered in his ear. “Please.” with the most adorable pouty face Steve had ever seen.

Y/N started giving him puppy eyes hoping that would convince him.

“You can give me the eyes, it's just not gonna work.”

“Nope.” Steve laughed.

He pulled away from the kiss. “Halfway, that's it, I swear. I'm not kidding. My back's killing me here.” That made Y/N grin uncontrollably.

She started kissing him again.

“Oh, come on, honestly, you don't-- Y/N, do you think I'm gonna fall for this? Y/N/N…”

“Well, I guess since we're up here...”

Steve ended up carrying Y/N all the way to her room after he found the spare key of course. Even though he tried to act tough, there's nothing he wouldn't do for that girl.

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington imagine #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagine #fanfic

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↬ pairing/characters: spy wonwoo x reader, other members may be mentioned

↬ genre/aus: heavy angst, zero to no fluff (im so sorry, this fic is essentially 100% angst), non idol au, spy au

↬ summary: in which you remember the spy that loved you and how he broke your heart.

↬ rating(s): m,18+ (see warnings)

↬ tw: heavy swearing, sad ending (yep this one’s a sad one folks), mentions of injuries (brief), mild violence (mainly mentions, nothing graphic), wonwoo’s a sweetheart and also self-sacrificing:((, reader needs a huge hug, mild violence (mentions only, no actual scenes depicted), brief mentions of nightmares (brief)

↬ wc: 2.2k

↬ note: this fic was yet another one that came out of nowhere <3 i have zero self control lmao anyways the title of this fic comes from the song ‘moments’ by one direction, and this fic is also loosely based off the song as well <3 this fic WILL hurt, so i apologize in advance for the emotional damage i will cause (im sending all of you the biggest hugs) and yes i listened to an angsty playlist while writing this oops i have zero regrets

tears stung your eyes as you lay curled up in a ball on your bed, clutching a worn stuffed animal to your chest. the bear had been gifted to you by your mother when you were seven, and you'd never had the heart to give it away.

it was times like these, when your heart felt that it would shatter into a million fragments, that you were grateful for the stuffed bear's presence.

your body shook with sobs as images of wonwoo's gorgeous smile flashed across your mind. the memory of his gentle touches and kisses were burned into your skin like a brand.

and if you closed your eyes, you could still see him standing in your small kitchen, raven hair mussed, sweatpants low on his hips, humming softly to himself as he made breakfast, see the utter fondness and adoration in his eyes whenever he looked at you, cleaving your heart in two, never to be fixed or made whole again.

loving wonwoo was as easy as breathing, and you had bared yourself to him, heart and soul. he was gentle, kind, and loved with all his heart. wonwoo wasn't an overly affectionate person, but he showed his love in other ways: through quality time and acts of service.

he would always sit next to you on the spacious living room couch, nose buried in a thick paperback, glasses sliding down his nose, while you watched your favorite drama, happily munching on snacks.

wonwoo wouldn't say anything, and yet, those were the times with him that you had treasured the most. sometimes, the nights would end with you falling asleep on his shoulder, and the warmth and solidness of him was enough.

it was enough to convince you that wonwoo would forever be a permanent presence in your life. hot tears scalded your cheeks, blurring your vision, and you let out a helpless whimper, clutching your teddy bear closer to your chest. the day he left still lingered in your mind, for it'd been the day that your entire world collapsed. wonwoo hadn't yelled, hadn't screamed at you, hadn't lashed out like you'd expected him to.

instead, he had given you a sad, teary-eyed smile, strong arms wrapping themselves around you, holding you flush against him, as if he were reluctant to let go. you had sobbed into his shirt, curling your fingers in the soft fabric, the woodsy scent of his cologne hitting your nose, comforting and familiar.

"i'm sorry, love, i wish it didn't have to be this way, and leaving you, leaving all the memories we made, is the hardest fucking thing i've ever had to do, and one day, i hope you will forgive me for hurting you. i will never be able to live with myself knowing that i did, and i won't blame you if you come to resent me one day. i would."

"thank you for loving me. thank you for loving all of me, the good, the bad, the ugly, and for loving me even with all the blood on my hands, despite all the danger i put you in. the danger that you are put in because you’re with someone like me.” and, after giving you one last kiss, dizzying and enough to make you weak in the knees, he left, taking your heart with him.

you knew wonwoo’s job wasn’t exactly ordinary, as he’d often come home at ungodly hours at night, bone-tired and with the occasional cut or bruise marring his perfect skin, and you hated those nights when you’d had to patch him up, for the sight of him in pain was too much to bear.

wonwoo would sometimes be gone for days, even weeks at a time, unable to be contacted, and you would cry yourself to sleep every night, hoping and praying that he would come back to you, safe and sound.

you’d always felt safe with wonwoo. despite the ruthlessness and mercilessness he showed when dealing with the men that were always chasing after him, it was a great contrast from the gentle touches and kisses you received. wonwoo had never hurt you, had always treated you like fine china, and that to you had been enough.

it hadn’t mattered that scary looking men hunted him down every night, and wonwoo had had to close your eyes everytime he was about to defend himself and you, telling you to close your eyes. close your eyes love, i don’t want you to see this ugly, dark side of me, was what he always said.

wonwoo was a mystery, and though you had managed to get past his seemingly iron clad defenses, there were still things he kept from you. he never talked about his job, nor why he disappeared for a few weeks and came back.

when you had mustered up enough courage to ask him, wonwoo’s entire body grew tense, and you could see the fear dancing in his gorgeous light blue eyes. “do you not trust me?” you had asked, heart breaking at the thought that wonwoo didn’t trust you. devastation had flashed across his face. “of course i trust you, more than anyone in this world.” “then why? why won’t you tell me why you disappear without warning and then come back weeks or even months later? why? are you seeing someone else?”

at that, wonwoo’s jaw flexed, just slightly. “no, of course not, it’s always been you for me, no one else. i can’t tell you why i’m away for weeks and months, it’ll put us in danger if i do. especially you. but promise me love, that you will trust me? i’m trying to find a way out, a way out of this cursed life i was led to live. will you wait for me?” “yes, i’d wait a hundred years for you.”

the tears came faster now, streaming down your face like a waterfall, as you remembered how wonwoo had taken you into his arms afterwards, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, rubbing comforting circles on your back. you hated the people that had forced wonwoo to take up a career he didn’t want, and for taking away the one man you had ever loved.

”i won’t blame you if you come to resent me one day. i would.” you let out a choked sob, for you could never resent wonwoo for leaving you, even if it felt as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest. it’d been nearly two years since wonwoo had left, and that had been the last time you’d heard from him.

you’d found out what wonwoo was so hell bent on keeping from you on a rainy day, of all days, and he had been gone for three weeks. the curiosity and urge to know what wonwoo was hiding was overwhelming, and you’d decided to look through the office he’d had installed some summers ago.

after a few hours, your search had proven to be fruitless, and you’d been about to give up when you stumbled upon a worn cardboard box hidden in the closet. with shaking hands, you’d lifted the lid of the box and felt your heart drop into your stomach.

inside was a dozen or so fake ids, passports, and a plethora of classified documents that you didn’t have the courage to go through. you’d sat on the floor in a daze afterwards, mind whirring with a million thoughts, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or cry at the absurdity of the situation. wonwoo, the selfless and beautiful man you had fallen in love with, was a fucking spy.

said male had arrived home days later, and you had mustered up the courage to confront him about the box he’d hidden in the closet, hot tears streaming staining your cheeks. “am i part of your mission? did the agency want you to pretend to fall in love with me so you could get information? do you even really love me? or has our entire relationship been one complete lie?”

you’d lamented, and the look of absolute horror and devastation that had flashed across wonwoo’s face was enough to feel a pang of guilt shoot through you.

“no, never. while falling in love with you was something i never planned or expected, it’s the best thing that has ever happened to me, and i will never regret it, not even if my life is on the line." you had crumpled to the ground, knees giving out as you collapsed to the floor. wonwoo had immediately rushed over to you, pulling you into his arms and holding you as you sobbed into his chest.

after that, wonwoo began to be more honest with you about his job, telling you that the reason he was away for weeks or even months at a time was because of missions that his boss had demanded him go on. you were grateful that he trusted you not to tell anyone about his job, but you couldn’t help but feel paranoid. paranoid that something terrible was going to happen to you, or god forbid, wonwoo.

and because your intuition was too sharp, you had begun to notice cars tailing you and wonwoo, particularly after dinners and outings with his friends, hoshi, woozi, dokyeom, mingyu, scoups, vernon, joshua, jeonghan, minghao, jun, and seungkwan. then, one night, wonwoo had told you to close your eyes, albeit softly.

“close your eyes, love,” he’d say, “and don’t open them until i say so.” you’d do as wonwoo would say, not daring to open your eyes until he deemed it safe. you faintly remembered the loud boom of a gun, and the loud screech of tires as wonwoo drove like a madman. there were nights where you were too scared to go out, for the fear of being followed or hunted down was overwhelming.

wonwoo had one of his friends, jeonghan, who was an expert in cyber security, install a special security system in your home, and for mingyu and minghao to watch over you while he was away on missions.

you were glad for the aforementioned males’ presence, as they were gentle and kind and always made sure you were okay. there were nights where you would wake up sobbing, due to terrible nightmares, and mingyu or minghao, who were sleeping in the guest rooms down the hall, would come rushing in and pull you into a comforting hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

the relief that would course through you whenever wonwoo would come home, unscathed from a mission, was overwhelming. there were many nights spent where he would just hold you, and you would breathe in his comforting woodsy scent, basking in the warmth and familiarity of him.

the day that he told you that his agency was relocating was the worst day of your life. you had begged him not to go, to stay and give up his dangerous career, but wonwoo had smiled sadly, taking you into his arms for the last time, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “i wish things were that simple, and i would give up my career for you in a heartbeat, but unfortunately, i can’t just up and leave, even if i wanted to.”

it hurt, everything hurt, and the last words that wonwoo had ever said to you still lingered in your mind. “promise me, love, that if our paths never cross again, if i am not able to come back to you, that you will find the strength to be happy. i won’t be able to live with myself if you aren’t happy and being loved and cherished by someone, even if it’s not me.”

hot tears scalded your cheeks as you sobbed, heart cracking and chest heaving with uneven breaths. i’m sorry, my love, but i don’t i will ever be able to move on. you were the greatest joy in my life, and now that you’ve left me, i have nothing left. i will never be able to love someone as deeply as i did you.

a/n: i’m so sorry y’all :(( i promise my next fic won’t be as depressing slkdljkjfdj anyways i hope you all enjoyed this sad fic, i honestly nearly cried writing this. i am sending you all the biggest hugs, and know that you are important and loved <3

tagging: @sketchguk , @playmetheclassics, @skyjoong , @adulttoast, @taeyo95 , @seokmins @shuashong , @joonminshua + anyone else who wants to read this :)

#mine #wonwoo x reader #seventeen

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 10 months

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Are there any ships you hate more than the Love Square?

Oh dearest anon..... No actually!

Long post ahead!

The funniest thing in the world is...I honestly don't hate that many ships. It usually narrows down to otps, ships I like/support, ships I can get behind, and ships I am not fond of.

There are a few ships I dislike but just a few.

The loaf square however...Oh my gosh! No other ship makes me see so much red!

Like I hate the LS so much it actually made me hate other ships less...

I used to hate the Sora and Kairi ship from Kingdom Hearts but now I don't mind it...I even think it's cute at times and I reblog some of the fanart...Well ok, I wouldn't want to sit through the Sora/Kairi fanservice in Kingdom Hearts 3 and how in Chain of Memories it was constantly drilled in our heads that Kairi is the most important person to Sora (when I am being shown that the most important person to Sora is Riku)

But still...Not as bad as that one ship that shall not be named!

I used to hate the Sonic and Amy relationship in the Sonic the Hedgehog series, but I don't mind it anymore...I still ship Sonic and Amy with other characters, but I don't mind the ship and can read some fanfiction and look at fan art sometimes. And the Sonic and Amy ship actually got better with the writers fixing old problems and I am ok with it.

Well ok...If you guys seen my Tumblr you know I don't like Zvtara...But I am at least more chill about that ship because it's not canon like the L/S...I still think Zvtara is incredibly overrated, and I am sick of seeing it everywhere, but I can at least tolerate it (...For the most part ugh...).

But honestly...I have every right to hate the square. Especially considering the fact that now, Adrien is an emotional unstable white boy who is actually a sentimonster and Marinette must be the submissive Asian wife and baby him or else we will get another apocalypse similar to the one in Chat Blanc.

It's forced as all hell, the constant chorus of "theyaremadeforeachothertheyaremadeforeachother!", and I am not sure why people use the "I would choose you in a million timelines!" for them. Adrien and Marinette didn't choose each other! The world of Miraculous is stupid and thought these two looked cute together and shoved them together.

I won't even say I Iike one side more than the other. I hate all of them and that includes M*riCh*t. Why would I? I was not phased by those scenes especially since the Miraculous bible confirmed Marinette only forced herself to like Chat. It was fucking Stockholm syndrome and Astruc just made that as fanservice to keep the fandom around. I started writing Vipernette and I blorboed so hard over that ship, so much better than M////C.

Even now with that shitty finale I still say Lukanette and Adrigami would've made much better endgame ships, I miss them...But I am happy neither ship was ruined by the canon because every canon Miraculous ship sucks! But still, Luka and Kagami brought out the best in Marinette and Adrien and yet I got to see Marinette and Adrien become the worst versions of themselves.

And the biggest part is...What really clinches the LS as my most hated ship, ever! Is that I really don't care anymore that there are plenty of better written fanon versions of the ship. I. Just. Do. Not. Care! In the slightest!

This ship pisses me off so much that if I could never see this ship again, I would die happy.

It doesn't matter to me that people can write this ship better because at its very core, this ship is a misogynistic Asian fetishization ship and that gets me at a very personal level because I have dealt with Asian fetishization, and I am half Asian and half White like Marinette and the so-called representation in Miraculous was such a massive let down for someone like me.

At its very core...This is Astruc and Zag's gross romantic fantasy and no amount of fanon versions can change that to me.

Like it does not matter. The LS was always a bad ship, even in season 1. Every version and every side, it does not phase me at all, and as far as I am concerned season 5 only made the LS worse!

The day I become phased by any loaf square crap is the day Hell freezes over.

Thanks for asking. ^-^

#anti love square #love square salt #ml spoilers #ml salt #anti adrienette

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aamalaaa · 1 year

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sunrises & liquor (m)| myg

interlude: disconnected

pairing: min yoongi x reader

series: sunrises & liquor

rating: m; cursing, alcohol consumption, future smut

genre: bar workers au, barman yoongi au, (kinda) forbidden relationship, angst, future smut, fluff

summary: after a failed academic pursuit and a few meaningless and disappointing relationships, you decided to go back to what you never thought you would: the bar industry. There you find a family, friends, heartache, misunderstandings and one particular barman who just won’t get out of your head.

a/n: well hello lovelies, I welcome you to another chapter of s&l. I've absolutely broken my own heart writing this wtv. I hope you enjoy, I won't say more. My only request is for you to listen to Stan by 6LACK for the last scene. Let’s gooooo.

a/n2: shout out to my beta reader and great friend @lilredtot who read this before I published it, love you.

warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption (duh), misunderstandings, angst, they both angry and act like children, it gets a little heated but that's all

chapter word count: 5.7 k

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If you had to choose one word to describe how you’ve been feeling the past week, it would have to be nervous, so goddamn nervous.

When you woke up after the wedding you had stayed in bed for far too long, like maybe if you didn’t go out of the soft covers enveloping you in their warmth, you wouldn’t have to face reality. Alas, things don’t work that way and you can’t just go on with life, pretending that nothing happened and that everything is fine.

Because it’s not fine, and something did happen.

Nevermind you don’t really understand what it was. What you do know is that Min Yoongi had wanted to kiss you and probably would’ve if Namjoon hadn’t interrupted the both of you. And you would’ve let him, because as much as you tried to tell yourself time and time again that you wouldn’t fuck with the payroll anymore, you did grow attached to Yoongi.

If you’re being honest, you did notice it a lot earlier than at the wedding, you just chose to mostly ignore it and blame it on animalistic sexual attraction and what not.

I mean how could someone not be attracted to him? And it’s not only because of his physical features, his sharp cat-like eyes, heart shaped lips and broad shoulders. Or even his soft blond locks and porcelain like skin.

No, though they are very nice to look at, that’s not what draws people in and locks them up in a Yoongi-like daze. It’s the way he listens so intently when someone talks and pays attention to each and every detail, bringing it up in later conversations, his way of telling you he always listens.

It’s the way almost each and every time he speaks it’s to say something meaningful, though if you’re not quite hearing him the meaning could very well evade you. He’s subtle and sneaky like that, just like the way he crept up into your life, into your head.

Subtly and all-consumingly.

It’s also the way he might not always say a lot, but his presence can still be felt in each room he finds himself in, like he’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time, overwhelming and dizzying in the best possible way.

His quiet confidence takes up a lot of space, though you’re not sure he realizes just how much his presence affects people. Which is truly mind boggling to you.

You do know he realizes some of his effect on you though, with the way he smirks every time he makes you sweat or sends your heart rate into overdrive. And if you didn’t find him so fucking charming you might take offense. But you won’t, because you’re absolutely enthralled by the man, even if he annoys you at times (most times).

And it was easier, when you thought he was with Sam. Because you wouldn’t do that, not to Sam, not to anyone. You know what it’s like to be cheated on, wouldn’t wish it on even your worst enemy. It tears your soul apart, brings your confidence levels so low you don’t even know if you’ll ever be able to get them back up again. Leaves you broken and bruised, a shadow of the person you used to be, who you’ll never be again. It changes you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

But he isn’t with her, hasn’t been for a long time. Now you have no excuse, no reason to ignore the way your heart flutters every time he steps in the room. Or for a fraction of a second you let yourself think that.

Because reality comes crashing down onto you, he’s your coworker, a barman at that and you’d be a fool not to notice that people cannot stop flirting with the man, how could they not. So why would he be interested in you when there’s so many people waiting in line?

He was probably drunk and not in control of his actions when he had tried to kiss you. That’s the only possible explanation for all of this considering his cold attitude towards you after realizing what he had almost done.

And you had tried to come up with a less hurtful explanation, you really did. But nothing came up. You did want to talk about it with him, but once the night was done you couldn’t find the courage to bring it up again. Maybe you’re a coward, but it is what it is and you do the best you can with the baggage you have.

So when Yoongi had canceled on you on monday, at the last minute, for your last practice before the gig, you were devastated. Not because you needed the practice, you both had rehearsed enough in the last month to go through the sets without problems. Or you hoped so anyway.

It’s because you had hoped you maybe built it all up in your head. But the last shred of hope you held onto was ripped from your hands when he did so. Because Yoongi never canceled on you, or anyone. Because he never showed up late for his shifts and never called in sick. Yoongi was reliable, as sturdy as a rock.

Until he wasn’t anymore.

And that stings more than putting your hand on a hot stove or accidently plucking the skin under your eyebrow with a tweezer.

After the initial shock passed, sadness set in like a pile of rocks at the bottom of your stomach, weighing you down, every move you made becoming slow and demanding. But then soon enough sadness gave way to anger, on friday, when things were clearly very awkward between you two and Yoongi had declined the invitation to go to Jimin’s place after work, like the lot of you always did.

You watched the sunrise alone that night, and you’re not above lying about the fact that you did cry again that morning.

That’s when you decided that, enough is enough. He initiated the almost-kiss, he made the move. If someone should apologize and get over their damn selves, it’s him. Not you. So you won’t apologize, not when you did nothing wrong. And he has no right to act like an actual prick about it and avoid you like the plague.

But if he wants to act like that, then so be it. It may be very immature on your part, but two can play that game.

And you think you know how to play that game.

You strut to the bar’s entrance after spending exactly an hour and twenty-three minutes putting on your makeup and choosing an outfit. It never takes you this long to get ready but tonight is different. Tonight you’re singing in front of an audience, in front of your coworkers and a lot of clients you normally serve.

You’re also singing with Yoongi, but that has nothing to do with it or the fact that he completely rejected you. Nothing (You’re so fucking petty it’s embarrassing.)

Somehow tonight feels big, important. Your first actual paying gig, which sounds completely mad to you. Nevermind that you’re only doing this because Soobin and Yeonjun are on their honeymoon. You’re still doing it.

Namjoon’s standing at the entrance, bouncing from one foot to the other, gaze fixed on his shoes.

You clear your throat. “You better stop doing that if you don’t want to faceplant.”

Namjoon startles and looks up, almost losing balance in the process, to which you can’t help but chuckle.

He adjusts his suit’s collar before speaking. “Are you nervous about tonight?”

“Just a little,” You send him a shaky smile.

“Ahhh, so you’re bricking it,” He clicks his tongue. “Don’t worry too much, most people are gonna be drunk and you guys are great. You’ll do well.”

You close your eyes and exhale slowly. “Yeah I’m just-,” You ponder your next words carefully. “I guess I’m anxious because we didn’t rehearse this week like we were supposed to. But you’re right, it’s all good, thanks Joon.”

He furrows his brows, a confused expression replacing his gentle one.“You didn’t? What happened?”

“Yoongi had something come up and he couldn’t be there. It’s fine really though, don’t worry about it.” You anxiously chuckle, not wanting to let anything that had happened in the last week transpire.

Namjoon quirks his brow questioningly, but thankfully doesn’t push further. “That sucks, I’m sure you’ll both do great anyway. You didn’t even need practice at my place last month, I’m not worried.”

You feel relief flooding through you at his words. Namjoon always did know what to say to calm anybody’s nerves.

“I guess I’ll see you later, after the sets?” You smile warmly at him, which he reciprocates with a dimpled smile of his own.

“Yeah, I have to stay down here but I asked Kook to record you guys when he’s not busy. That way I can watch it later.”

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Cool, I’ll go hide now. Talk to you later.”

Namjoon laughs and holds the door open for you, only closing it when you’re already halfway up the staircase.

You greet Jimin, Sam and Jungkook as soon as you go behind the bar and quickly make your way to the employees room, laying your palms flat against the circular dining table in an attempt to ground yourself, head sagging between your shoulder blades as you take deep breaths.

You’re so focused on keeping your breathing steady that you don’t notice when someone enters the room, jumping as soon as you hear a deep voice breaking the silence hanging heavily around you.

“You nervous?” Yoongi croaks.

You snort in annoyance.“Nope, I’m feeling peachy.” You hear Yoongi stilling in his movements at the tone of your voice and immediately feel bad about your harshness.

Maybe you don’t know how to play this game after all.

Your hear footsteps coming closer, but keep your eyes fixed on the table. You can’t look at him, lest you want your resolve to crumble all around you in pitiful pieces.

“What’s going on?” He asks, concern lacing his every word.

And you almost break here and there. But you don’t, you can’t. Not now, maybe not ever.

So you look up, meeting his worried gaze and put on your best fake smile in order not to cause a scene.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. You ready to go on?” You say, doing your best to keep a steady voice.

He observes you in confusion before lifting his shoulders in a nonchalant way. “I just set up the equipment, we just have to do a quick sound check and we’ll be ready to start.”

You force another smile past your lips before replying.

“Good, then let’s do this.”

You feel all tension leave your body after a few songs. Namjoon was right, as always, you didn’t particularly need to rehearse before this, you both know exactly what to do and when to do it. You’re in sync, working well together despite the circumstances.

Your first set comes to an end before you can even realize an hour has passed, you feel a bit shy at the loud feedback from the customers, though you let out a small chuckle when you hear Jimin screaming loudly, a shrill piercing sound that makes a few people look his way in surprise.

“Thank you! We’ll take a quick break and be back in fifteen,” Yoongi announces in the black microphone that is perched on a stand right in front of him.

The crowd applauds again as you step off stage and head towards the bar where you both sit down and order a beer. As soon as you do, you’re both swarmed by your very enthusiastic friends.

“Amazing job guys,” Hoseok slams his palm against Yoongi’s shoulder, the older man winces.

“Did you hear how loud the crowd was?” Jungkook says, an astonished look adorning his face.

“I can’t believe that you never told me you could sing,” Jimin mutters in fake annoyance.

You sheepishly laugh, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the positive feedback. Of course it’s all very heartwarming and you feel so grateful to have all this support from people who genuinely care and you do very much appreciate it. It’s just that no one ever told you how to accept compliments, you never learned. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’re not really used to receiving them.

“Thanks guys,” You mutter under your breath, an awkward smile plastered over your face, which is all you can do considering your social inadequacy. It’s a wonder you’re as good a waitress as you are, really, all things considered. Or that you have friends at all, for that matter.

You’re too busy taking a sip to register in time a wild Taehyung heading straight towards you in hurried steps, like a man on a mission. You have just enough time to swallow and set down your beer on the counter before he crashes into you, bringing your face straight onto his chest in a protective manner. You let out a muffled groan of protest, much to your friends amusement.

“I knew I shouldn’t have gone to the restroom, now I missed the end of the set,” He sorrowfully says, stroking your hair and disheveling you while he does so.

“Tae, it’s all good,” You declare as you manage to push him away a bit, freeing you from the restraint of his strong arms.

You all chat for a bit, your friends not missing a single chance to praise the both of you. Yoongi looks absolutely pained by the attention, if his small groans and the constant roll of his eyes are anything to go by. And well, to be honest, it amuses you to no end.

You’re about to go back on stage when you hear a smooth voice address you, startling you in the process.

“Try to tone down the awesomeness will you? I don’t want to lose my job.”. You swirl your head around to greet the newcomer who’s busy giving Yoongi a friendly handshake.

It’s Taehyun.

“As if I could ever replace you,” You grin bashfully at him, feeling oddly invigorated by his comment.

Taehyun winks at you. “I’m pretty sure if you tried to, you could, love.”

And you don’t quite understand why it affects you so much, but the fact that someone else uses the same nickname for you as a certain blond barman, that you found yourself way too enthralled by, leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

“Ridiculous,” You sputter, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. He’s gotta be joking, ain’t no way.

Yoongi eyes the both of you, an annoyed glint in his eyes, and suddenly gets up, grabbing his beer. You quirk a brow at him.

He stares into your eyes for a few seconds before declaring in a seemingly bored tone. “We have to get back up on stage.”

“Alright then,” You send him a dumbfounded look and follow him towards the stage area, waving at your friends as you do so.

The second set goes pretty well but you can’t escape the looks Yoongi sends you from time to time, like he’s ready to smash his guitar and leave the stage or something. You expect it any moment, though thankfully, it doesn’t happen.

What does happen is the man strums his guitar so harshly that he breaks a string and so, you announce your second break almost ten minutes before you were actually supposed to. Which isn’t a catastrophe per say, you just feel very nervous, his bad mood rubbing off on you and all that.

The thing is, he’s very clearly mad or bothered by something. And yes you were a bit dry and aloof towards him, you can definitely admit that, even apologize if necessary. You don’t think it could warrant such a reaction though.

Maybe you two need to talk, maybe.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you almost miss the last step down the stage, which is why you’re very grateful for the strong hold that saves you at the last moment, supporting your arm so you can regain your balance.

“Woah, be careful there love.” A sweet yet pretty deep timbre utters close to your ear.

“Thanks Taehyun, I can be so clumsy sometimes I swear to god,” You timidly say, still clinging to his arm like it’s a lifeline.

“I can see that” He airily chuckles, his voice ascending a few octaves higher. Damn, even his laugh sounds good. Yours sounds more like a pig/dolphin hybrid on a good day.

No, you’re not jealous, not at all.

“Did something happen? You were mesmerizing up there,” He continues, smiling from ear to ear.

Your cheeks heat up at his compliment. “Yoongi just broke a string, we’ll get back later. Thank you.”

You hear a throat being cleared behind you and you drop Taehyun’s arm before swirling around, almost colliding into Yoongi’s chest as you do. You take a few steps back, eyes widening in surprise.

And if he looked annoyed earlier, now he looks downright pissed off. You open your mouth to speak but Yoongi beats you to it.

“Can we talk?” He slowly says through gritted teeth.

“I um-,” You peek at Taehyun for help, only for him to smile and nod.

“Let’s talk later, yeah?” He gives your shoulder a soft squeeze before heading towards the bar, leaving you and Yoongi alone next to the stage.

“What do you want to talk about?” You ask, irritated and completely lost.

“Not here, let’s go somewhere else.”

Before you can even answer he takes your hand and leads you behind the bar, earning you both confused stares from your friends as you pass them by, through the back door and into the employees lounge.

Yoongi lets go of your hand as soon as you both step into the lounge, he closes the door behind you. There's music and chatter coming from behind it, but the loudest thing of all is the silence between you both. Full of unspoken words and emotions too tumultuous to decipher and analyze. It’s all too confusing, overwhelming, stupidly loud.

Yoongi slowly turns his body towards yours, staying a few feet away, one hand flat against the wall while he pinches the bridge of his nose with the other. And god, you’re nervous, so fucking nervous. You hate confrontation, all stemming from bad communication in your previous relationships. You don’t know how to have a talk without all hell breaking loose and both parties ending up crying and emotionally bruised.

You don’t want that to happen, not with Yoongi.

He exhales slowly before speaking. “What are you doing?”

You stare at him, at a complete loss.

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I don’t know, I’m singing, talking to people, drinking beer?” You summarize quickly, unsure of what he actually wants to hear from you.

“What’s going on with you and Terri?” He drops his gaze to the floor, seemingly embarrassed. His body is still tense, like he’s ready to burst at any moment.

“Uh? Who’s Terri?” You question.

“Taehyun,” He keeps his gaze low.

“What do you mean? He’s our colleague and he’s here to see us play? There’s nothing going on.” The pieces of the puzzle don’t add up, and you really wish he would stop being so fucking cryptic, you’re getting very annoyed.

He lifts his head, looking you right in the eye, making you shudder.

“He was literally flirting with you, and you didn’t seem to mind, which is like, totally fine I guess. But if you weren’t interested in me because of him you could’ve just told me instead of letting me almost kiss you,” He blurts out, carding a hand through his hair in a self-soothing motion.

Oh. So you’re really going there, right now. And you have absolutely no idea what to say because what in the actual fuck. No but, what in the fuck is going on. He’s avoided you all week only to say this now? How much more confusing can he actually be? Is he mad at you for being nice to the guy?

“What,” Is all you manage to respond.

Minus one point for your communication skills.

There’s silence between the both of you for a short period of time, not the kind of silence you grew used to with Yoongi. No, it’s uncomfortable and charged, you absolutely hate it. You want things to go back to what they were before, you don’t want this.

“Maybe I misread the situation and thought we were on the same page, but then you pushed me off and now this? You could’ve just told me, now I feel like a whole ass fool,” He discloses, anger seeping out of his every word.

Hold the fuck up now.

“Oh this is fucking unbelievable,” You angrily start. “Maybe if you asked me instead of avoiding me we wouldn’t be here in the first place Yoongi.”

He stares back at you in shock, probably not expecting an outburst from you. Tough luck, you’re not about to let this slide.

“I pushed you off because Namjoon appeared out of fucking nowhere and maybe you forgot, but I thought you were with Sam until recently, so I reacted on instinct when he interupted us.”

“And by the way,” You continue. “I’m not letting Terri or Taehyun, or whatever, flirt with me. I’m being polite and nice. There’s no flirting going on. But you had to assume things without asking, again.” You furiously spit out, shaking in anger.

“I didn’t-” Yoongi starts, coming a bit closer to you.

“You didn’t think right? Well I’m done, now you can think.” You snarl through gritted teeth.

And just like that you storm off, opening the backdoor and closing it shut with a force you didn’t even know you had in you.

You breathe in the cool autumn air, shivering as you realize you came outside without a coat on. Yoongi always makes sure you have a coat on when it’s cold outside. Fuck him and his stupid conclusions and stupid caring ways.

“Shit!!” You screech loudly, the anger and hurt proving to be too much to handle.

You kick the stone wall in the alley, wincing in pain as soon as your foot hits the wall.

Yeah, not your brightest idea. It seems like you keep making bad decisions lately, one more shouldn’t really make a difference at this point.

You push your back against the wall and lay your head on it, closing your eyes. A single stray tear escapes, sliding against your cheek treacherously. Ten minutes, that’s all you have to get your shit together and get back on the floor like nothing happened.

You take deep breaths, counting to ten while inhaling, then to five before exhaling.

You repeat the pattern a few times before you hear the backdoor swinging open, making you jump in the process. You turn your head to see who decided to take a fucking break while you were gone.

It’s Yoongi. Of course it’s him. Always appearing out of nowhere. In your dreams, in your inbox, in your fucking heart. The man knows no boundaries apparently. He quickly approaches you, walking decisively fast. You sigh.

“What do you want Yoongi?” You yelp loudly, you really can’t be bothered about being heard right now.

He stops two or three feet away from you, looking straight into your eyes, gaze sharp and focused.

“We weren’t done talking. I want to talk, can we fucking talk?” He grits his teeth, trying to contain his emotions.

“About what? How you lashed out at me out of fucking nowhere?” You spit angrily. Yoongi steps closer, you stiffen at the proximity.

“How about how you were flirting with him right in front of me? At work?” He spits out just as angrily. You roll your eyes, throwing your hands in the air.

“How many times do I have to say it, Yoongi? I wasn’t! Plus, why do you fucking care? Because if you did, you wouldn’t have jumped to conclusions without talking to me first,” You stare him in the eye, unmoving. The both of you are wrestling in a staring contest, neither of you ready to back down.

He groans furiously and you stop shivering in anger, your mind completely frozen.

Then, he takes a step towards you, and another one, pressing his hands flat against the wall, caging you between his arms. Your heartbeat goes haywire, his eyes are dark and hungry and pinned on yours. You shudder, feeling oh so small between Yoongi and the wall, so damn small. He tilts his head to the side, slowly closing the distance between both your faces, stopping a few breaths away.

He licks his lips swiftly, gaze lingering on your mouth before coming back up to your eyes and you gulp, unable to do anything. Not that you would, given the chance. You’re captured, at his mercy. You always were, you just never realized it.

Then he closes the distance between the both of you, pressing his lips hungrily on yours, a spark ignites in your veins, spreading throughout your body like wildfire.

It’s not soft, not sweet and comforting. It’s harsh, hard, irrational, all of his and your emotions mixed up together, tangled messily in a complicated web. It’s fiery, painful and healing simultaneously. You barely register his right hand coming to cradle the side of your face forcefully. It hurts, it hurts good. Your lips move in unison, battling for dominance, both losing and winning at the same time. It’s a losing game. Sometimes losing is all there’s left to do after all other options have failed.

You feel Yoongi’s body flush against yours, grip his shoulder as hard as you can, aiming to leave bruises. Your hand print, no one else’s, yours. He grasps your hip with his left hand, pulling you even closer, never letting go of your face. You unwillingly let out a moan, quickly swallowed by Yoongi’s unrelenting mouth. He squeezes your hip even harder, surely leaving marks in the process.

You slowly drag your teeth over his bottom lip before latching onto it, biting forcefully, painfully. Yoongi hisses and rolls his hips against you, letting you know how much he’s enjoying this. It’s sick, twisted, it’s good.

You whimper in pure need, and he uses exactly that moment to slide his tongue against yours, his movements harsh and bruising. You don’t care, it’s exactly what you need right now. Your tongues fight for dominance, intertwining together in an harmonious and sloppy mess. You slide your fingers through his hair, tugging and relishing in the gruff moan it elicits from the man.

You get lost in the moment, feel his left hand crawling up under your shirt, up your ribs, cradling the side of your breast, gripping forcefully. You shiver, your heart beating a thousand miles an hour. You feel completely lost, your mind fogged up, hazy, the only decipherable thing is Yoongi, only Yoongi. Always Yoongi.

“Hey guys-“

You both freeze, detaching yourselves as fast as you possibly can, almost falling face first on the concrete as you do.

Jungkook is staring at the ground, visibly embarrassed. You feel heat all over your body, most prominently in your cheeks. Fuck.

“Yeah um.. we need you inside.” The younger one says, clearly wanting to be anywhere but here. Your legs are quivering, barely holding you into place.

Yoongi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. You stare at him, his lips are puffy and reddened by what you both just did. You swallow harshly, unable to stop staring, lust still coursing through you in an unrestrained manner.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute.” Is all he says. Jungkook nods before closing the door.

Yoongi turns to you, an apologetic look in his eyes. You smile weakly.

“Go, I’ll be there in a few” You gently say, voice shaky and uneven. He looks conflicted, but ultimately decides to step closer, tenderly pecking your cheek before pulling away, the gesture making you positively melt. A puddle, that’s what you are.

“We’ll talk later, yeah? Just…” He says, half whispering. You nod.

“Yeah, we’ll talk later..” And with that, he heads inside, leaving you outside, alone and confused, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Yoongi kissed you. Not just any kiss, the best kiss you’ve ever had. When writers talk about a kiss like the one you just shared, they talk about fireworks, they talk about everything falling into place.

That’s not what it felt like. It was like ambers, all consuming, being trapped in a cage you couldn’t get out of. It was like falling apart, the pieces of your soul scattered to the wind. The only thing holding you into place being a strong hand, soft lips. It wasn’t fireworks, it was a ticking bomb.

You both finish your last set, a heavy feeling sitting at the bottom of your stomach. Funnily enough, that’s when you give the best performance of the night, when you feel so overwhelmed by all the contradictory emotions that inhabit you that you have no choice but to let them pour out uncontrollably into the microphone.

You let yourself get lost in the music, forgetting your worries. And for a moment there’s only you and music, and that’s comforting. Music’s always been a safe space to you, a place to retreat when things go completely out of track.

You leave the stage to the sound of eager applause. You can’t bring yourself to enjoy it as much as you probably should. There’s just too much weighing you down right now.

The kiss you both shared was enough to communicate what you both feel, hurt and affection tangled together in such an intricate way that you don’t even know how to untangle it without causing damage.

But it’s not enough to resolve the issue at hand, that takes words. You’re not good with them, you always let your emotions dictate the words you speak. Sometimes that’s good, most times you need a bit of time to sort through your feelings before externalizing them.

You get to the bar before Yoongi, who’s busy packing up his guitar. As soon as you get there, Jimin hurriedly bounces towards you, concern etched upon his beautiful face.

He takes your hand in his, you smile at how similar in size they both are.

“What happened?” He inquires, his tone so gentle you almost cry right on the spot.

You manage to keep the tears at bay, thankfully, because that would be way too fucking embarrassing. “I’ll call you later, I just need to go home right now.”

“Are you okay?” He squeezes your hand in support.

“I will be, I just need to go,” Your bottom lip quivers as you let the words out. You’re so tired.

He doesn’t let go of your hand for a few seconds, like you’re too fragile to bear it. You’ll be okay, you just need sleep.

“Text me when you get home, please?”

“I will,” You shoot him a weak smile before you head into the employees lounge and quickly grab your things. You wave your friends goodbye as you walk towards the stairs and out the door, promising to call Taehyung tomorrow to tell him what happened. You’re not sure you’ll be able to, but you can still try.

You explain to Namjoon how tired you are and he swiftly lets you go, though he looks concerned. You’re halfway down the street to your car when you hear your name being called by a deep voice you’d recognize anywhere, in any setting. You stop in your tracks and slowly turn around to face the man who’s the root of all your conflicting feelings.

There’s a pained look in his eyes, you just want to erase it, take it away so he can never feel this way again. But you can’t, there’s no magical solution to this, it’s all too fresh and too confusing to be tackled right now. And you don’t want to hurt him, you’d never forgive yourself if you did.

“Can we talk? Please?” He asks pleadingly, his voice higher pitched than usual.

God this is hard.

“We can and we should I just-” You stop to take a deep breath, trying to stop your tears from falling. You fail anyway, one warm tear rolling down your cheek in contrast with the cold air. “I need to think.. I’ll go home tonight, we can talk next time yeah? I just need time, Yoongi.”

The latter nods understandingly, though he still looks in pain, but there’s nothing you can do to help.

“I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have let myself come up with all this stupid shit,” He murmurs, the sound almost getting lost in the quiet of the night.

“I know,” You smile hesitantly, though it does nothing to tame the rumble in your mind, or the deep ache in your heart.

You just need time.

“Have I fucked this up already?” He seems so small, so different from usual.

You take a moment to think carefully before responding. But you don’t really know what to say and it certainly wouldn’t be something he’d want to hear.

“I don’t know..” You shift your gaze to the ground, not willing to see the look in his eyes. Though you can imagine it just fine, which may be worse.

He audibly gulps, overcome by emotions. “Okay.. Get home safe, yeah?”

“Thanks, I will,” You whisper.

You turn around to leave, but find yourself overcome with the desire to be close to him. If this is to be the last time you get the opportunity to do this, then you won’t waste it.

So you turn on your heels and cross the distance between you as quickly as your legs permit it. You hold out your hands, cradling his cheeks as you plant a long, sorrowful kiss on his soft lips. The salty taste of your tears mix with the taste of beer on both your breaths, it’s bittersweet, just like this exact moment.

You don’t say a word when you detach yourself, or when you turn around leaving him to his thoughts on the side of the street, cold and bruised.

It’s exactly what you didn’t want.

Sometimes there’s no other way.

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onekisstotakewithme · 4 months

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Top five favorite stories you’ve posted this year

oh this is a good one! thank you anon. this is going to be a fun mix of fandoms, hope that's okay 💜 but also not me forgetting every story i wrote this year.

None of Us are More Than Caretakers (The West Wing) - I had so much fun writing this, I had the whole thing written in about six weeks, and I see it as sort of the transition-era story we didn't get... all because I was reading on wikipedia and saw that Gerald Ford died over the holiday season in 2006. Anyway, read if you enjoy CJ/Danny seekrit relationship, a story about transition of power, and taking care of the country (and each other). 66k.

Close to the Heart (M*A*S*H) - Okay, I know this one is ongoing but hear me out: I love writing about the dynamic between Hawkeye and the Hunnicutts. I love taking tropes and subverting them, turning ideas on their heads. Close to the Heart aka subverted noir AU does ALL of those things for me. It's fun to have canon echoes and twisted dynamics, and fun to keep the audience guessing. 💜 23.5k but still ongoing.

A Night to Watch (The West Wing) - It shows a tiny bit that this was one of my first TWW fics, but tbh I don't care, because it still has one of my favourite headcanons in it: Danny driving the seven and a half-ish hours from manchester to DC on election night because he thinks CJ needs him. 6.1k.

Perfect (M*A*S*H) - One of my favourite things, as stated previously, is subversion. I love the idea of Peg and BJ both wanting to make their anniversary "perfect" (and then of course realizing that they're together again so it is perfect). This idea of them growing post-war and slowly growing back together while also seeing how they've grown separately is just... chef's kiss. to me. love those two. 2.5k.

Off the Record (The West Wing) - One of my more out-there concepts: one missing (CJ/Danny) scene for every episode of season 1 of The West Wing. An out-there concept I compounded by also writing them for seasons 2, 3, and part of 4. I had SO MUCH FUN writing these, fleshing out canon and building on it!!! I think it added a lot to canon without ever trampling on it, but that's just me! 31k. + Bonuses (under cut)

6. its torment won't be through (M*A*S*H) - A tag to 'That's Show Biz' that I started a year or two ago, and I loved the opening dialogue so much that when I found it this year, I decided I'd rewrite it. I figured it was just an average beejhawk story, but I went back and reread it recently and it had grown on me a lot! 2.6k. 7. An Idea, Whose Time has Come (The West Wing) - Briefly hesitated about putting this one in, because I need to get back to it, but I love this fic so much. It's a fun, original idea, even if I need to do a shit tonne of research for every chapter (that + grad school is why it's taking so long!), but anyway, CJ runs for President in 2018. Hopefully will not be too relevant going into an election year... 14k (so far).

#thank you anon! <3 #m*a*s*h #the west wing #bj x peg x hawkeye #beejhawk #cj x danny #i also really loved both the fics i did for exchanges this year but since those are still embargoed!#the best fics don't necessarily equal my favourites. but this is how i feel #admittedly it felt like a slower year for M*A*S*H but. here we are regardless.

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xiao-isms · 3 years

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— hold it!

character(s): xiao.

content: begging, prostate massage, overstimulation, praise kink, edging, fingering, xiao says 'please' and cries a lot.

word count: 1.2k words and 6.6k characters.

voicemail: i had lots of fun writing this! also first fic to reach 1k words woohoo. im not too familiar with soft doms so hopefully this is decent haha. enjoy!!!!! <3

there he was: xiao, the high and mighty adeptus of liyue, on his knees practically begging for you. he stood in a rather compromising position: his legs were spread as wide as possible so you could see his hard, drooling cock while the upper half of his body laid flat on the queen sized bed. the entire scene was something suited for a cheap whore rather than a skilled yaksha such as himself, but he didn't mind-- not anymore; he'd thrown his pride out the window a long, long time ago. "please," he begged, turning his head just enough to meet your playful stare, "please touch me." you took a good look at the tiny form in front of you: his right cheek was smooshed against the cotton pillow and it made his delicate, blush-pink lips form into the cutest pout you'd ever seen. you couldn't deny him the thing he wanted most, not when he was looking at you so innocently. with a nod and gentle kiss to the man's small forehead, you got to work. you teased the tip of his cock, rubbing the pad of your thumb around the slit. you used the precum that had gathered to lubricate the rest of his dick and oh archons, xiao swore he never felt such euphoria. every little touch felt so good; every stroke of your hand, every quick kiss on the base of his cock, all the disgusting, filthy squelching noises you were making with his cock, everything.

he was so close, so close, so close, oh fuck—

"hnng, cumming, 'm, uhn, c-cumming!" he cried, but just as he was about to release all over the wrinkled bed sheets, your hand came to a halt just at the base of his needy dick. you held his shaft firmly and peered at him with a malicious glint in your lustful eyes. "ah, ah," you chuckled, "you cum when i say you can, okay?" fat tears rolled down the yaksha's now reddened face despite the slight nod he gave. he knew how cruel you could be, even if you babied him constantly— both in and outside the bedroom. "good boy, you behave so well, my love," you commended, kissing the hot tears that had risen once again in those beautiful amber eyes. this time, however, you took hold of xiao's milky thighs and pressed them down on the bed— with a few sucks and wet kisses here and there, of course. he was yours and you made that apparent every chance you got.

"here," you said with a gentle smile, lifting your fingers to the adeptus' pretty little mouth, "suck." he wrapped his lips around your digits with sudden verve and coated them in sticky, wet saliva while his tongue went underneath your middle and index finger and through the crevice, making sure to cover every part he possibly could. after a good three minutes of watching the other suck and lick your fingers like his life depended on it, you pulled away. xiao whined and pouted— in the way a child would during a tantrum because their toys got taken away. you shushed him with a ruffle of his thick turquoise hair. "sh, i’m gonna make you feel good, okay doll?" he huffed and buried his face in the white pillow but made a small noise of approval.

you went back towards his pert ass, spreading his soft cheeks. slowly, as not to hurt him, you slid your index finger in his hole to the knuckle. his body shivered, but you couldn’t pick up on any sign of discomfort so you slid it in and out rhythmically. once you were sure he was ready to take a second finger, you inserted your middle one. you scissored his barely open hole so gently, like you were afraid he’d break if you made one wrong move. “you okay, xiao?” you asked with concern laced in your voice. he could take it, he could take so much more than just two fingers—you knew that, you knew he could, but you always wanted him to be safe and comfortable. with you, he’d never have to feel the way he did for centuries; that was something you made sure of.

“y-yeah, i’m okay, keep going.” you let out a sigh of relief, one that you weren’t aware you were holding, and resumed your ministrations. almost fifteen minutes later, you had all four digits lodged into him and pumping in and out of his hole with an ever increasing pace. “mm, you’re so soft, baby. has anyone ever told you that, hm?” the corners of your lips turn upward with every subtly dirty word coming spilling from your mouth. he quivers and shakes his head, of course no one’s loved him, cared for him, touched him the way he allows you to.

the mere thought of that makes your chest swell with pride; you love knowing that you’re the only person xiao has been this intimate with and will continue to be such, for as long as the two of you live. a smirk plays on your lips and with just a small movement, you hit his prostate dead-on. he jumps and whimpers and whines as you abuse that sensitive nerve over and over again. “so good, you take it so well.” he turns away, a clear look of bashfulness on his flushed face, and moans into his pillow. his body seizes and he comes so, so close to orgasm but you stop him just in the nick of time. "n-no! please, please i-i wanna cum so b-bad!" you arch your brow at his pathetic pleas and he lets out a groan. xiao knows you won't let him cum, not just yet; you wanted to play with him for a little bit first, you always do. with a click of your tongue, you began to stroke his leaking length while continuing to rub on that spot that made him putty at your knees with the pad of your finger.

"a-ah! ooh, mm, too much! it's too much! you're g-gonna--fuck!-- break m-me!" fat tears streamed down the man's alabaster face and oh, he wanted to cum, he wanted to cum so, so badly. you were well aware of this and decided to toy with him just one more time— after all, it should be part of the fun, right?

"mm, i don't know, have you earned it?"

at that, he lets even bigger, blood-hot tears roll down his dusted cheeks. "yes!" he shouts. so desperate, so cute. "i've been good, r-really good! let me cum, please! please please please-" you cut him off with a rough kiss and he opens his mouth so your tongue can slip in. it feels like you're trying to shove your tongue down his throat and fuck, he's so hard and horny and hot, it feels so good. you jerk him off and slowly start to move your digits in his hole once more, pulling away from the kiss to look at him straight in the eye. "you gonna cum? yeah, be good and cum for me, xiao." your pace quickens and just as it does, the being below you spasms and cries as he cums all over his tummy, chest and face. the adeptus slumps into the mattress, exhausted. smiling, you remove your fingers from his hole and plop down beside him. "i love you," you announce in the quiet room, only filled with xiao's pants. he looks at you with a hint of adoration in his tired eyes. "y-yeah, love you t-too."

#I FORGOT TO TAG THIS #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #bottom xiao #genshin fanfic #xiao genshin impact #xiao genshin x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #sub xiao #xiao fic #🎐. . . xiao

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bluebxlle-writer · 3 years

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Animes Recs For Writers

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1. Bungou Stray Dogs

• Wow, surprise, bsd is the first in this post. *Cue the ppl in my CF sighing*

• The main reason why I think writers will find this anime inspiring is because of its depiction of grey morality. With both "heroes" and "villains", nobody is fully good or evil. In this show, a violent murderer is also a loving person who selflessly puts others' needs above his own, and a compassionate, kind-hearted child is also someone willing to kill.

• LOVEABLE CHARACTERS. It's impossible to choose a favorite character from bsd, because everyone is equally morally complex, well-writen, and human.

• THE RELATIONSHIPS OF THE CHARACTERS. Its characters aren't only people who happen to have chemistry, they're soulmates who found each other when they needed them the most. Their connections are just so deep and meaningful.

• Full of god-level foreshadowing, foil characters, parallels, and symbolisms.

• Ight this is my fave anime, but I'm not gonna be biased. There are some problematic tropes, so it's def not for everyone, but they kinda go away after a while so gO GIVE IT A TRY PLS

2. Noragami

• Naturally blends lore and the real world!

• This show knows how to pull at our heartstrings and destroy us even without killing anybody (yet). I've cried twice and I'm not even done watching so that says something 💃 For writers struggling with emotional scenes, this will def help!

• Although some characters are gods and non-humans, they still have complex flaws and traits to make them human.

• Not even writing related but hOLY THE OPENING THEMES SLAP-- I'VE NEVER SKIPPED THEM, NOT EVEN ONCE

• Memorable and realistic character arcs!

• B I S H A M O N 🛐🛐

3. Jujutsu Kaisen

• Realistic protagonists. Jjk shows us that even as the "heroes", protagonists won't be fully "good". They still must be willing to kill and sometimes fail to save people.

• A loveable main cast! The main trio of jjk is one of the best and most compatible groups I've ever seen. They complement one another perfectly and are still great characters on their own.

• It has a fast-paced plot and high stakes.

• A creative magic system! Although it still has plot holes and some techniques were never properly tackled, its worldbuilding is admirable. Every character has unique and different powers with lots of potential.

• Again, not writing related, but HOT CHARACTERS. Legit my bi panik went 📈

• Strong female characters who are both feminine and masculine, support one another, and have complex character arcs without involving any men.

4. Fullmetal Alchemist : Brotherhood

• PROLLY THE BEST MAGIC SYSTEM - It's a believeable system with specific rules and many techniques. The magic doesn't even seem magical anymore, it's just a natural part of the world.

• Complex worldbuilding! It has multiple different regions, languages, races, and a realistic war near the end of the story.

• Delivers powerful messages, like how nothing is worth the value of a human life, there are limits to scientific research to keep it morally acceptable, choosing compassion over cruelty.

• Has complex antiheroes and antivillains!

• A satisfying and perfect ending. It's heartwarming and bittersweet, and the characters have all grown so much.

• STRONG FEMALE CHARACTERS 2.0

Of course, this list is limited only to my personal views, so the animes listed may not be your cup of tea. I love these shows to the ends of the earth, tho, so lemme know if you decide to watch any of them, I'LL SCREAM WITH YA 💃💃

#writers on tumblr #writerslife #writing things #writers #writersociety #anime recommendation #anime rec list #show recommendations #writershelpingwriters

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hotjellycow · 3 years

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𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢-𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚡 𝚂𝙼𝚁

𝙾𝚑𝚜𝚑𝚌

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Smut

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘m

a/n: i imagined him with less of a lolita type body/face and more of a short character

(3rd POV)

Right now, you were sitting in the garden of Ouran high school, you were drawing in your sketchbook listening to some music just trying to relax.

You were drawing the beautiful roses in the garden when you felt someone sit next to you, you removed the earbuds you were listening to music through and glanced to the side of you. You saw a short childlike boy sitting next to you looking at what you were drawing or in other words, your boyfriend.

You smiled seeing him, he then looked up at you, and ginned widely, “Hi (Y/N)-Chan~” he cheered, “Hello Honey-senpai, what are you doing here?” you asked. “I was just looking for you, I was also wondering if you wanted to go to my house later?!” he asked you now standing up on the bench.

You thought about it for a while, you did have homework but surely you would have time to do it at Honey’s house, right?

“S-sure, I’d love to,” you answer, he jumped up cheering, “Yay!” he cheered, “Oh and Mori won't be there today~” he mentioned, this made you a bit confused, why would that matter? You asked yourself, “Oh u-um ok?” he then latched on to your arm tugging at you.

Standing up and putting your things away you followed his pulling.

“Where are we going Honey?” you questioned as you both entered the school building, “Were going to the host club!” he answered, this made you nervous. You had been to the host club during club hours since Honey had asked you to, but you didn’t really appreciate all the attention it brought you to.

The ladies would always swoon over your two’s relationship since you were the sweet, shy, tall typed with the cute, loli-shota type so they would always surround you both when you were there.

The other host members also tend to rope you in with their ‘acts’, the twins would target you for their romance acts which always made you blush hard.

“Oh, do I h-have to come with you?” you asked hoping you didn’t have to come, “Yeah! It’ll be fun!” he said still pulling you. You sighed knowing there was no escape from your fate.

You both walked through the school halls having a small chat though it was mostly one sided with Honey talking about this mew cake flavor he tried that morning.

You both then arrived at the front of the music rooms doors, opening the doors you saw the club preparing for club opening.

“Hi everyone, I brought (Y/N) with me!” Honey announced to everyone, suddenly everyone stopped, they all stopped their actions and turned to look at you making you blush from the sudden attention.

“Good evening (L/N) will you be staying during club hours?” Kyoya asked you to walk in front you continuing to write inside of his death note...I mean notebook. You just nodded your head up and down, Honey then pulled you to his table where Mori was waiting sitting down on the couch.

You sat across from him waving at him, he nodded smiling sightly at you and giving you a small wave.

Haruhi came over to you and gave you a small hug, and a smile, “Hello (Y/N) how are you?” she asked, you and Haruhi were actually good friends considering you helped her with a subject she sort of struggle with, she also trusted you because of your sweet, shy demeanor.

“Good” you replied, she nodded walking back to her table.

Honey left to the kitchen and came back with two cakes setting them on the table before plopping himself next to you, digging into his cake. “Alright gentlemen, club hours have started!” Tamaki announced, that’s when the girls started flooding in each going to their chosen hosts.

Three girls came over to your table and sat down next you, two sitting next to Mori and one next to Honey.

“Hello Honey-senpai, hello Mori,” they greeted the hosts, “I see you came today (Y/N)-senpai” one of the girls said looking at you, you nodded, “Yes Honey wanted me to come today,” you explained, “Ah~ how sweet~” one girl swooned, you just blushed and looked away causing the girls to blush and squeal more.

~(After School)~

You and Honey had arrived at his house you set your school stuff down and followed Honey to his room. Once you entered his room, he turned to you, “Do you want to watch a movie and eat some sweets!?” he asked smiling, you simply nodded he then turned and went into his closet grabbing some of your clothes that you left here from last time.

He handed it to you and then turned around, he began removing his clothes. You turned around blushing and started to change into your own clothes.

You both finished changing and headed over to his bed where the servants had delivered some sweets and snacks, you both got comfortable with you resting your head on the bed frame and Honey cuddling into your side.

You both started watching a movie that Honey had chosen, he said he watched the trailer and that it was good, you didn’t really recognize the title thought it was cool. You thought it looked cool, so you agreed to watch it. (having no clue as to what it was about

You got a couple of minutes into the movie and it was going well until there was spicy~ scene, you blushed evading your eyes from the screen and turning your head. You blushed embarrassed for some reason but then you felt a hand on your thigh.

You turned your head back seeing Honeys hand sliding onto your thigh, “H-honey senpai?” you asked looking into his eyes.

He just kept his smile, getting up and climbing onto your lap. “(Y/N)-chan~” he said in a soft seductive voice.

Blushing your eyes widened when he put both of his hands on your face pulling you in for a kiss slowly, your lips finally connecting he leaned into you. You were shocked for a second before closing your eyes and kissing back shyly, leaning in slightly.

Honeys hand went up and down your chest slowly sending a shiver down your spine.

He pulled away from you smiling you were still flustered though, “Honey w-what?” He just smiled innocently before going down until his face was in front of your zipper. “Can I (Y/N)-Chan?” he asked looking up at you.

You just nodded; Honey slowly pulled you pants down, putting his hand on your bulge and massaging it.

Pulling down your boxers, your dick sprung in front of him he licked his lips before taking it all in his mouth gagging himself. You placed you hand on his head as he bobbed his head up and down sucking on the tip before pulling away.

“H-Honey please~?” you said breathlessly, “What do you want me to do (Y/N)- chan~” he asked smirking, something you’ve only ever seen while you were both in bed.

“Please ride me~” you said closing your eyes from embarrassment. Honey just nodded before he abruptly slid down on your cock, the sudden tightness and warmth made you let out a loud groan.

He then started moving his hips up and down with his hands on your chest to hold himself up, “(Y/N) ~ S-so big ah~” he moaned. Opening your eyes again you saw honey with tears in his eyes, his face had a huge blush, his mouth hung open as moans poured out from the feeling of being filled by you.

You then grabbed his legs and changed positions, “(Y/N) ~! What are you-” “I’m sorry Honey but I can’t hold on anymore.” you said grabbing his legs and thrusting into him fast and hard.

Honey tossed his head back as you continuously hit his prostate, “(Y/N)! ~ agh s-so good~ hah! ~” he moaned his body trembling as he wrapped his legs and arms around your body holding on tight.

Looking down you could see a small bump appear in his stomach, his hair messy and his body shining with sweat making you hornier and thrusting harder into him, his tears running down his face from the pleasure.

“(Y/N) ~ I'm going to c-cum,” he whimpered pulling on your hair as his body to shake harder, thrusting into him you groaned when you finally thrusted into him making you go deeper than before and releasing deep inside of him.

He threw his head back as his body started convulsing, the feeling of your seed deep inside of him made small hearts appear in his eyes with his tongue sticking out.

Cumming on his stomach he let out one last long moan, “A-Aagh~!”

Your breaths mingled together as you both stayed still trying to regain your breathes from the hard round.

Pulling out you collapsed next to Honey pulling him into your chest where he weakly held onto you. “I love you (Y/N)-chan~” he whispered, you smiled softly, “I l-love you too Honey.

♥︎♡︎♥︎

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚒'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 :) 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

#male reader #seme male reader #anime #ohshc x reader

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